Should any other lords provoke by you, mistakenly viewing her as merely a naive little girl with white hair, they would be sorely mistaken, she would demonstrate to them the true nature of a necroantic calamity.
In this arena of conflict, they must fight and conquer.
By you would not show mercy.
Sentiments were irrelevant.
She would rather engage with the king of hell than indulge in frivolous distractions.
As an orphan, she bore no attachments and would not be encumbered by the failures or whims of others.
Unlike those lover struck lords who had traversed to this fantastical realm for romance, she had no such inclinations.
Indeed, as a striking beauty, the notion of seeking a man was utterly absurd.
She would sooner drive a sigh through her own heart than entertain such thoughts.
At this moment, to the west of the castle, beyond the borders of her domain, Arthur soared through the sky, relentlessly pursuing a griffin that was but onetenth his size.
The dimminionive creature exhibited remarkable agility, deafly maneuvering between colossal rocks and towering trees.
While Arthur opted for a direct and forceful approach, resulting in the Griffin's slightly superior speed with a furious roar, the griffin attempted to intimidate Arthur, who responded with a thunderous bellow infused with draconic might.
The griffin immediately felt the overwhelming dread emanating from Arthur, its spirit of resistance extinguished by the sheer terror of his presence.
The creature's rage swiftly transformed into unadulterated fear, prompting it to flee at full speed.
As the griffin fled, Arthur pursued with vigor, unleashing a fearsome roar.
He expelled a breath of shadowy dragon fire, which the griffin noticed too late.
To its astonishment, the stream of dragon breath was wider than its own body.
In a desperate attempt to evade, the griffin rolled aside, but Arthur's fiery breath was swifter.
grazing the creature's wings and causing frost to form rapidly upon them.
The griffin emitted a pained cry as it lost its balance and began to plummet.
Arur dove catching up to the griffin and with his powerful claws and snared it plunging towards the ground.
The impact was tremendous, sending up a cloud of dust as Arthur crashed to the earth, still clutching the now weakened Griffin.
With the griffin barely clinging to life in his grasp and Arthur in scathe, he delivered the final blow before taking flight once more.
The griffin's lifeless body in tow heading towards the castle.
Your unit has successfully slain a level seven ordinary cloud griffin, earning 80 experience points.
Bayu was momentarily bewildered upon receiving the kill notification.
It was evident that only Arthur among her units had the capability to defeat a level seven griffin.
Arthur was indeed remarkable.
Bayou was familiar with the griffin, possessing the body and claws of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle.
This creature, akin to Arthur and the gargoyle, possessed combat prowess both in the air and on land, though it predominantly preferred to attack from above.
After an evening of doubled experience followed by a morning of monster hunting, Bayou anticipated that Arthur had leveled up.
Bone dragon king Arthur level ordinary level six.
Indeed, Arthur appeared unique among ordinary undead, not constrained to gaining special transformations every three levels.
His skills were acquired solely by chance.
However, each level brought a consistent increase of 10 points to his attributes.
With the enhancement from the Blackwater altar, Bayou estimated that even a level eight cloud griffin might not stand a chance against Arthur.
Unfortunately, since the griffin was slain outside her territory, she lacked the ability to inspect its attributes, preventing her from making a comparison.
However, Bayou felt that the strength of the Ling Yune griffin should be comparable to that of the gargoyle, perhaps even slightly superior.
Yet, not necessarily, as she almost forgot that the gargoyle is immortal.
Bayou looked up and coincidentally spotted Arthur returning to the castle.
Grasping the lifeless body of the brownish yellow-haired Ling Yun Griffin.
Chapter 25.
The news of the iron ingots, Arthur descended gracefully, casting aside the lifeless body of the soaring griffin.
Bayou extended her petite hand towards the towering Arthur, giving him a thumbs up, a gesture accommodation.
Impressive.
Bayou gazed at the 3 m long griffin, not including its tail, standing approximately between 1 m 80 and 2 m 20, which appeared dimminionive in comparison to the imposing Arthur, who towered at over 10 m.
She intended to utilize the magic of her left eye to transform the griffin into a skeletal beast.
This griffin was after all the most suitable aven or lion selection for Bayou given her level seven status.
Its attributes even at their lowest should surpass those of skeletal warriors and death knights.
Within her left eye, a gray triangle materialized in an instant, spinning to form a hexag magic circle that radiated a soft blue light.
Beneath the Griffin's corpse, a hexag pattern identical to that within by use.
I emerged in a skeletal wing first protruded from the magic circle, followed by the second wing, and the body and limbs, all manifesting in turn.
The once robust Griffin's body now appeared slack, presumably having lost its internal bones, though its flesh remained intact.
By you scrutinized the skeletal beast summoned from the griffin's remains.
Its form had not altered, say for the fact that it was now composed entirely of bones, rendering it notably less aesthetically pleasing.
There seemed to be little change, suggesting that the bones and soul had been extracted, resulting in the formation of an entirely new entity, an undead creature.
Bayou found little to admire in its appearance.
However, she was not in pursuit of beauty.
Utility was of paramount importance and the creature's allure was inconsequential.
To this day, aside from the skeletal dragon, Bayou considered all other undead beings to be quite unattractive.
Bone beast Griffin race undead growth limit.
Imperial grade.
The level seven bone beast griffin boasted approximately 40 points in both strength and agility, which when compared to other basic undead, was indeed commendable.
Decompose.
The corpse was of no further use, and by you opted to put it to good use.
Congratulations, Lord.
You have acquired 50 units of food, two magic crystals, and one spirit core.
A spirit core.
Quite a find.
Indicating that by prior notes on creatures above level five, dropping spirit cores were accurate.
She recalled that griffins were also capable of magic.
After all, this was a magical continent where even the most advanced beings could not survive without some form of magical prowess.
However, upon the griffin's transformation into an undead, it had forfeited all abilities it possessed in life in exchange for the traits of immortality and boundless endurance.
As a product of transformation and summoning, the skeletal beast's attributes were already impressive.
Any undead capable of flight was certainly a valuable asset.
Bayou also noted a peculiar point.
All undead not summoned from a bearish possessed this strange characteristic.
Though their levels were irrevocably locked and could not be upgraded, their growth limits still appeared displayed beneath their status.
Could this suggest that these undead might one day transcend their level restrictions? Bayou meticulously recorded this query in her notebook, confident that the answer would be revealed in due time.
She recalled the introduction of one of the features during the construction of the Blackwater altar yesterday.
The number of undead has reached a staggering 788.
And with Arthur and the recently summoned skeletal beast, the total rises to 790.
All these undead, except for the Griffin, have undergone enhancement at the Blackwater altar.
The slight chance described in function three of altering the life level has eluded by you entirely.
Perhaps your fortune has been exhausted in the barrack summoning.
Luck is indeed an enigmatic concept and by you cannot force it.
Some invest heavily spending 648 to draw hundreds of times without a single success while others miraculously obtain extraordinary results from a single free draw.
Such as the nature of fate.
As for herself, she perpetually draws the short straw.
Bayou instructed the skeletal griffin to enter the Blackwater altar for enhancement, successfully increasing its attributes by six points.
The enhancement process is akin to that of the skeletons, focused on reinforcing their bones.
Arthur continued to level up, she commanded, sending him away.
The skeletal griffin, unable to level up further, was naturally dispatched to forage outside the castle.
Oh dear, how could I forget to send the units summoned in the early hours yesterday to the Blackwater altar for enhancement? Bayou slapped her forehead, realizing that exhaustion had clouded her memory regarding such an essential task.
Just as the skeletal griffin was about to take flight, she hurriedly called for it to stop and return with the gargoyless and those undead who had not yet entered the altar.
Addressing the bewildered skeletal griffin, Bayou noted its slight tilt of the head, as if it partially understood her words before it spread its wings and soared toward the castle's exterior.
Had she ever heard that becoming an undead could diminish one's intelligence? Or is the griffin simply dim-witted from the start? Regardless, it would eventually return, and the timing of enhancement was irrelevant.
Bayou opened the trading post to check on her food transactions.
To her astonishment, she found iron ingots.
She could hardly believe her eyes.