To her astonishment, she also discovered a ring upon one of the skeletons fingers.

Eagerly, she began to examine the attributes of the equipment.

Set name, fearless set, damage state.

Equipment level, commander level, set effect, enhances defense to commander level.

Reduces all damage except physical damage by 10 and increases each attribute by 10 points.

note irreparable as by you gaze at the equipment attribute panel.

Her heart sank at the sight of the downward pointing red arrows indicating the set's condition.

The equipment level prompt revealed that this damaged set had once been of royal caliber, yet now it was beyond repair.

While it was somewhat disappointing, it still surpassed an ordinary commander level set considerably.

Her attention then shifted to the ring in her hand.

Its unadorned patterns and a band as wide as her index finger, unmistakably a men's design.

Equipment name, ring of space, unbound.

Equipment level, royal level.

Equipment effect contains an internal space of 100 cubic meters for storing items, but cannot hold living beings.

Upon binding, if the holder perishes, the self-destruction array within the ring will activate, obliterating all items contained within.

This was akin to a pocket dimension, merely reading the name.

Bayou comprehended its function, a smile illuminating her face, for it surely contained the general's legacy.

However, as she delved into the subsequent description, her expression soured.

Self-destruction, how infuriating.

The prospect of losing a fortune was heart-wrenching.

No wonder he had t placed the letter inside.

She mused, vexed.

With a click, she bound the ring and in an instant it transformed from large to small and from thick to slender, becoming a delicate white women's ring.

Bayou extended her right index finger and slipped it on.

It fit perfectly.

Though bereft of a legacy, this ring would undoubtedly facilitate her adventures.

She promptly stored the frost magic wolf and the six pieces of the human general s equipment within, even tossing in a letter.

Her hands were now free.

Bayou proceeded to search the remaining corners of a room, but found nothing of significance.

Naturally, the owner of such a spatial ring would have kept valuable items concealed.

Reduced to mere dust with the general's passing.

Exiting the chamber, she ventured onward, still in search of the frost magic wolf's lair.

After a brief stroll of several minutes, she explored multiple rooms, scavenging some magical crystals and a few spirit cores, yet uncovered nothing else of importance.

Now, at the edge of the bunker, she noticed the stone path beginning to glisten under a layer of frost.

Before her lay a vast cavern, approximately 5 m in width, undoubtedly the layer of the frost magic wolf.

The typical flame magic wolf and fener stood at a mere 2 m tall.

Such a large cavern was unmistakably unique.

To her surprise, she spotted an opening at the upper part of the cave leading outside to the snowy mountains, providing illumination during the day.

Indeed, the interior of the cavern was interconnected as Bayu discovered this cave was situated adjacent to another fork in the path she had taken earlier.

It was in close proximity to the cave, and through her meandering journey, she had finally returned to this spot.

Upon entering the cave, Bayou found the interior cluttered with various debris.

Magical crystals lay carelessly discarded in the corners, while decaying scraps of flesh and bones were strewn about indiscriminately.

To Bayu's eyes, the frost magic wolf appeared devoid of intelligence, resembling merely a beast driven by primal instincts rather than a sensient creature.

However, it was also possible that some external force had impaired its cognitive abilities.

as Bayou had never encountered a creature of commander rank or higher that lacked intelligence.

Chapter 93 exchange soon Bayou's conjecture was substantiated.

For within the layer of the frost magic wolf, she stumbled upon a tome of magic, a book detailing intermediate frost spells.

Its eyes glowed with a crimson hue.

Saliva dripped profusely, exuding an aura of madness.

Could such a creature truly grasp the art of magic? This unequivocally indicated that the frost magic wolf possessed intelligence.

Its mastery of frost magic was not an innate talent, but rather a skill acquired through diligent study.

There existed but one truth.

This frost magic wolf must have been mentally influenced by some external force.

Might this be connected to the elusive object that all the great powers were fervently seeking? Bayou deafly stowed away the magical tome, recognizing it as a valuable asset, one of the few means available to enhance her strength beyond mere upgrades.

Subsequently, she meticulously scoured the cave for any useful items, ensuring that she had thoroughly explored the area before preparing to depart.

The spoils of her venture were quite satisfactory, while the magic crystals and spirit cores were secondary.

The true treasures were the spatial ring and the frost magic book.

both of which would prove immensely beneficial to her.

Bayou retrieved the frost magic wolf's two pieces of equipment from a ring.

Determined to keep this treasure hidden from prying eyes with an air of nonchulence, she feained a lack of spoils and made her way toward the cave entrance with the two items in hand.

Fully aware that no one would believe she had returned empty-handed.

As she approached the exit, she encountered Lia, who had just emerged from the cave.

Using magic, he encased a considerable pile of supplies behind him in ice, manipulating them to move forward.

A cursory glance revealed little of value, just some iron ingots, stones, and a smattering of magic crystals and spirit cores.

However, Lia appeared somewhat disheveled with singed hair curling upward and a visage marred by soot.

But you could not suppress a laugh.

A leader level individual had been charred by an ordinary fire magic wolf to such an extent.

Lungia faced with Bayou seemed somewhat intimidated, unable to refute her as he glanced at the empty space behind her.

Suddenly, an idea struck him and he approached Bayou with a forced smile, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

Sister, you surely have no use for those two frost pieces, right? They would fetch a decent price at the trading post.

Why not trade them with me instead? Who are you calling sister? Don't get too familiar.

Can I wear them myself? By retorted, her gaze shifting to the iron ingots behind lung gia forming a notion in her mind.

It seemed he had fortuitously discovered the warehouse used by the general when constructing the bunker, making the presence of iron ingots entirely plausible.

To her surprise, upon hearing her words, Lja s grin widened, his eight visible teeth now appearing to multiply to 12.

Sister, you must not have examined the equipment's attributes, for they are ills suited for you.

Realizing that Bayou had overlooked the equipment's properties, Longia sensed an opportunity.

If he could present an enticing offer, he could secure the items.

Intrigued, Bayou resolved to inspect the attributes of the equipment.

Equipment name, frost chest plate, equipment level, commander level, set effect 14 enhances personal frost magic by 10, reduces personal fire magic by 15, increases mana by 20 points, and adds six points to all attributes.

Upon inspection, Bayou found the item somewhat overpowered, capable of amplifying one as magical prowess, which explained why Lia coveted it.

This set was also somewhat beneficial to Bayou as she possessed an intermediate level frost magic tome.

However, the reduction in fire magic potency was rather unacceptable, especially in a magical realm where flames were ubiquitous, and even those without magical abilities could conjure fire.

This equipment diminished firepower, which was quite perplexing.

The set was designed for close combat, featuring two wolf claws as weapons, perfectly compensating for lung gz deficiencies in close-range combat while enhancing frost magic truly tailor for him.

It was no wonder he desired the set so fervently despite claiming it was of no use to Bayou.

Bayou, who wielded fire magic, would find it impossible to utilize this set due to its reduction in fire magic efficacy.

What would you offer in exchange? Though she posed a question, her gaze was fixated on the iron ingots behind Ljia.

Even if Lia were oblivious, he quickly realized that this young lady was after the ingots.

How about I trade you a,000 iron ingots for these two pieces of equipment? He inquired tentatively.

1,000 iron ingots were worth 2,000 magic crystals at the original price.

Nowadays, every lord possessed some magic crystals, making iron ingots increasingly rare and driving up their value.

2,000 magic crystals could procure several pieces of commander level equipment.

No, Bayou rejected the offer outright.

Who would be satisfied with a thousand iron ingots? I have a weapon that requires 2,000.

Bayou boldly raised her price, doubling it.

Unafraid of Lia as refusal.

If necessary, she would simply keep the two pieces.

Lia understood this logic.

His castle lay amidst the frigid snowy mountains, and upgrading his town would not benefit him until his strength had increased, only heightening the risk of exposure.

Without upgrading the town, the iron ingots would serve little purpose.