While other lords seemed to be engaged in battles, she was here to relish life.

In such a spacious room, she was entirely alone, and she dashed to the bed, collapsing onto it.

It was so soft, far more comfortable than her previous bed.

Indeed, without comparison, one cannot truly appreciate the difference.

Upon illuminating the room, the soft glow from the crystal chandelier enveloped the space, creating a warm ambiencece.

The moment Bou laid eyes on the chandelier, she realized there must be electricity in the room.

Yes, electricity, yet no visible wires, she had grown accustomed to the extraordinary occurrences since her arrival in this magical realm merely 3 days prior.

Well then, after summoning the units, it shall be time for rest.

Upon glancing at the system clock, Bay noted it was already past midnight, prompting her to head downstairs to summon her troops.

Arriving at the barracks, the familiar prompt reappeared.

Barracks fully charged.

Shall we commence summoning immediately? Yes.

Inside the modest room, the barracks emanated a green light, and 10 figures gradually materialized within the glow.

10 identical forms towering at 3 m sprouted wings from their backs.

10 gargoyless.

Bayou found herself at a crossroads of luck, pondering whether it was fortunate or unfortunate.

This time, the draw had not yielded any golden units, and gargoyless had now become the basic unit of the level three barracks.

Summoning them did not come as a surprise.

"Oh well, luck cannot shine every day," she mused.

"Having drawn gold twice out of four attempts is quite commendable.

10 gargoyles are certainly preferable to the 10 skeleton soldiers drawn on the first day.

If Bayou were to draw 10 skeleton soldiers once more, she would undoubtedly be overwhelmed with despair.

This time, Bayou remembered to send the 10 gargoyless to the Blackwater altar for enhancement.

Once their strengthening was complete, she directed them to take flight and embark on their journey of leveling up.

Well then, today as events have reached a conclusion is time to retire for the night.

Chapter 34.

The detestable green-haired monsters by you tossed her dress aside and dove in her bed, relishing the sheer delight of this moment.

In the castle, she felt invincible.

Even the divine beings could not disturb her slumber.

Yet, Bayu possessed an inherent ambition.

If she did not hasten to grow stronger, once the novice protection period elapsed and the protective barrier dissipated, she feared she might not even be able to sleep soundly.

The thought of constantly worrying about enemies attacking was utterly terrifying.

As she drifted into a drowsy slumber, Bayou experienced a peculiar dream, her first since arriving in the magical realm.

In her dream, a horde of green-haired monsters launched an assault on her castle, cackling maniacally as they pillaged indiscriminately and disregarded the castle's protective shield.

The army of the undead seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Ultimately, the green-haired monsters dismantled her castle entirely, leaving not a single stone unturned, akin to locusts ravaging a field.

Not a single garment remained for Bayou, who found herself alone in the cold, desolate expanse, trembling with a sense of vulnerability.

A the indignity by you jolted awake, her eyes wide with relief upon discovering her castle, still intact.

What the devil? ISNT.

This bedroom supposed to enhance my mental recovery? Why am I still dreaming? She muttered, vexed that her subconscious had not conjured a more pleasant dream.

Casting a glance at the system clock, she realized she had only slept for 3 hours.

So those green-haired monsters think they can terrorize me.

I shall vanquish you all.

To buy you, all goblins appeared green, and she deemed them a singular species.

With over 3 hours until dawn, the timing was perfect.

To her, the other goblins were mere trifles.

The only formidable opponent was their leader.

Bayou was uncertain of the leader strength, which was why she had planned to wait until she was stronger before confronting them.

However, the dream she had just endured had ignited her anger.

What to do when one is angry? Unleash fury upon the goblins among the thousand plus goblins.

Only the leader was of the commanding rank while a handful of level 9 goblin warriors and goblin mages remained.

Bayou had little faith that a level 9 goblin could surpass a level 9 werewolf.

She surmised they were comparable to a non-transformed howling moon silver wolf.

Of course, the goblin mages might prove somewhat stronger, but they posed no threat to her.

First and foremost, the undead were immortal, and both Arthur and the gargoyle were immune to magic.

Bayou felt entirely unfaced.

She decided to assess Arthur's attributes.

Indeed, he had leveled up.

Although she was unsure if Arthur had been level six or seven when he fought the werewolves, she knew that his current combat prowess exceeded that of an average level 9 creature.

In the night time, a level 9 werewolfes attributes were doubled.

Yet, they were still comparable to a level six Arthur.

In contrast to earlier when Bayou hesitated to assault the goblin tribe, today was marketkedly different.

This evening, Bayou is accompanied by a formidable level nine bone beast werewolf, a veritable powerhouse under his command.

Coupled with Arthur's terrifying combat prowess, Bayou felt no fear whatsoever.

Upon reflecting on the strengths of both parties, Bayu noted that the goblin tribe consisted of a leader, a level 9 goblin warrior, several goblin mages, and over a thousand goblins, though the specifics beyond that were somewhat unclear to him.

In contrast, Bayou's undead army was currently led by the strongest among them, level seven Arthur, alongside a level 9 bone beast werewolf and a level seven bone beast griffin.

In addition to several remaining bone beast werewolves, ranging from levels 5 to 7.

Bayou calculated that there were 60 undead above level 5, half of which have been recently transformed into bone beast werewolves.

The total number of undead stood at an astonishing 1 023.

This sheer quantity astonished even by you, who recalled that just yesterday he had barely exceeded 800 undead.

He had initially presumed that his undead would be outnumbered by the goblins.

But it now seemed evident that tonight was destined to be the day of vengeance for his fallen kin.

Prepare yourselves, goblins, for this night shall be one of sleepless dread.

Bayou mused, estimating the comparative strengths.

Apart from a goblin leader's uncertain abilities, it was clear that the undead army would overwhelmingly overpower the goblins.

Overcome with excitement, Bayou leapt from his bed, tossing aside the covers, while the crimson moonlight bathed the room in a ghostly glow.

A cool breeze wafted in through the window, prompting Bayou to hastily jump down and search for his attire.

Not only had he calculated the disparity in power, but he also gauged the time remaining, over 3 hours until dawn, excluding travel time.

This was more than sufficient for him to eliminate all the goblins.

The prospect of over a,000 double drops was exhilarating.

The implication was staggering.

Disregarding the items that might drop, each goblin yielded two experience points, translating to over 2,000 experience when doubled, resulting in an astounding 4,000 experience points.

Truly terrifying.

At that rate, he would soon reach maximum level, experiencing a monumental enhancement.

As these thoughts danced in his mind, his eyes sparkled with fervor.

I am about to strike it rich, he proclaimed inwardly.

Rest well, my fallen compatriate.

I shall avenge you.

Moreover, the goblin tribe undoubtedly harbored other treasures, not to mention the magical crystals and spirit cores left behind in the castle by his unfortunate fellow, which would be ample for this endeavor.

Should the goblin leader prove too powerful, Bayou plan to stall until dawn once the double attributes faded, he would surely were down the goblin leader.

Bayou had yet to hear of goblins possessing any self-healing abilities.

Conversely, if the goblin leader proved to be weaker than he anticipated, he would be compelled to eliminate it before dawn to secure the double rewards.

With over a thousand corpses, Bou could potentially double the strength of his undead army.

He had realized that the undead were not merely developed through time.

They were forged in battle.

The 30 plus weirwolves he would command that night had already augmented the overall strength of his undead army by at least 50%.

If he were to absorb the goblin tribe, Bayou's power could indeed double.

He would gain resources, experience, and further bolster his undead ranks.

Bayou has finally grasped the essence of the undead's core gameplay, which can be encapsulated in a single word, combat.

Chapter 35, the discovery of the goblin lair.