as her future mount.
It would not do to remain weak.
Meanwhile, the rulers of the three major races needed to expedite their own development, aiming to ascend to royal status as swiftly as possible, Bayou relished an unusual respit as the increase in her royal subordinates alleviated the need for her to personally attend to every matter.
Ah, Kia s name has turned white.
He has transitioned to a free person.
Bayou realized this must indicate some upheaval within the elemental alliance.
That evening, Bayou and Ini sat at the dining table, savoring the exquisite dishes prepared by the dark elves.
One could not deny that their culinary skills far surpassed by us.
In she, filled with joy, danced in delight, relishing the feast before her.
The night elves possessed remarkable potential as maids.
Previously, Bayou's refusal to eat stemmed not merely from the ability to abstain, but also from sheer laziness.
The castle, with its 12 levels and hundreds of rooms, could comfortably accommodate several hundred inhabitants.
However, not everything is deemed suitable for residents within its walls.
Bayou has now instituted a clear hierarchy among the undead, permitting only the three sovereign races and those of royal lineage to enter the castle while excluding all other undead.
Bayou is particularly keen on discovering the Goblin Kingdom as it represents her next developmental target, leaving the dwarves to maze, who will seek her assistance should he find himself outmatched, having bestowed upon them numerous pieces of equipment.
It would be unacceptable for them to shatter upon encountering the Firebeard clan.
After their meal, Bayou and Ein, she engaged in leisurely conversation during which Bayou shared various contemporary marvels that left Ein utterly astonished.
There exists an inexplicable intuition among us, suggesting that slaying foreign races may yield unique rewards.
I believe this premonition is the very reason these races cannot coexist peacefully.
According to the hints we receive from the foreign races, the eventual outcome may be the near total annihilation of all outsiders, though the means of conquest remain uncertain.
Do you ever long for home since arriving here? Indeed, none wish to be inexplicably embroiled in such affairs.
I suspect many may even contemplate suicide, while others are driven to develop fervently under immense pressure.
The two conversed late into the night, and Bayou eventually made her way to the barracks.
Realizing she had stayed up too late, she decided to summon troops before retiring for the night.
Within the barracks, the usual flicker of eerie green light illuminated the space, and by you, too weary to bestow herself a luck buff, dismissed the notion.
Luck, after all, is an elusive and inscrable concept.
As the glow subsided, three exclamatory symbols suddenly appeared above her head.
Three uniquely shaped undead caught her attention, astonishingly numbering three.
Bayou felt a surge of excitement.
The three specters were dimminionive, which had allowed them to escape her notice amidst the flickering light.
The zombie king bore a stature comparable to that of a black knight, clad in black armor with an inner form resembling that of a human.
Most striking was the long blade it wielded, a blaze with black flames, an indication of dark magic.
This suggests that upon achieving royal status, its melee capabilities will be exceptionally formidable, and its mastery of dark magic will grant it the ability to fly.
However, its shortcomings are evident, lacking any ranged attack methods, and the life limit of ordinary zombies has also been lifted.
If the skeleton king Jon resembles a general, then the zombie king is akin to a cold-blooded, merciless assassin, undefeated in battle.
The phantom dragon king was unexpected, although by you had not perceived a large silhouette.
One among them was indeed the phantom dragon king.
The phantom dragon being incorporeal is composed entirely of blue ethereal flames.
As the sovereign of its kind, the Phantom Dragon King is enveloped in pale purple flames, creating a stark contrast with other Phantom Dragons.
As a member of the High Undead, the Phantom Dragon possesses a well-rounded array of abilities, encompassing single target and area attacks, as well as support and healing capabilities.
The most extraordinary auxiliary skill of the phantom dragon king astonishingly grants a protective infernal shield to the undead, safeguarding the flames of their souls from mental damage.
In truth, Bayou derives immense joy from summoning them into existence.
For in comparison to their attribute skills, he finds little peculiar about himself.
After all, which race's monarch does not possess three or more skills? Bayou is certainly not surprised.
It is merely the distinct capabilities that vary among them.
Consider Du Yong and Lee Lingi, whose 12 demons and eight fallen angels are akin to Bayou<unk>'s racial monarchs, having completed their card collection from the outset, while Bayu continues to silently pray each day as he summons his troops.
The final figure is the one that piqus Bayou's curiosity the most, for it bears little resemblance to the undead at first glance.
It appears more like a human clad in blue heavy armor.
Unlike Jon, whose helmet reveals a skeletal visage, this being's helmet is entirely sealed, allowing only its eyes, radiating a blue glow and exuding an eerie chill to be seen.
What could this be? Chapter 223.
The Orc tribe and the Lich King.
It is indeed the Lich King that Bayou has long been familiar with.
Even before she comprehended the essence of the undead, she was aware of the Lich King's existence.
Clad in respplendant blue armor, his helmet adorned with several upward-pointing spikes resembling a crown, he draped a tattered black cloak over his shoulders, wielding a sword that emanated a radiant blue light.
Bayou glanced at the Lich King's skills, taken aback to discover he possessed no fewer than five.
His mastery of frost and dark magic coupled with the powers of bones and skeletal entities constituted merely his fundamental abilities.
His summoning prowess appeared to be a fusion of lich and necromancer, enabling him to conjure skeletal minions at will and summon other undead races.
In stark contrast to the phantom dragon king, who merely imbued other undead with shields, the Lich King exhibited a more grotesque capability.
He could ignite the flame of souls, resurrecting those who had perished, achieving a complete revival beyond the extinguishing of the flame of souls.
With his formidable melee abilities, Bayou could foresee that the Lich King would undoubtedly become her most invaluable ally in the days to come.
Having encountered the queen, the undead bowed in unison before Bayou.
This moment marked perhaps the most fortuitous occasion in Bayou's history.
a streak of luck that could only be described as 50 consecutive golds.
Henceforth you shall bear the names Jack the zombie king, Dachi, the phantom dragon king, and Sasa the lich king.
Grateful for the bestowed names by you dismissed them, allowing them to develop independently.
Though their potential was high, their current power remained feeble.
As ordinary level sevens could hardly assist by you in any meaningful way.
These sovereign beings of their respective races possessed considerable intelligence.
Among them, Sasa and Lonnie exhibited the highest intellect, followed closely by Jon and Jack.
As for Arthur and Dachi, their wisdom and by eyes was comparable to that of liches and necromancers.
While they possessed the cognitive abilities of normal beings, they lacked the capacity to command undead legions with precision, let alone employ any strategic maneuvers.
However, this was not a significant concern given that all units were undead.
The notion of strategy seemed almost frivolous.
Bayou also retreated to rest, relishing the rare moment of tranquility.
The undead, too, required time to evolve, enhancing the overall strength of the prominent rulers.
The dark forest had already established a connection with Bayou's town, and she was determined not to overlook the resources on its periphery.
Although terrifying entities lurked deep within the dark forest, the outer regions were essentially two distinct worlds.
Moreover, having attained the rank of a king and accompanied by numerous undead, Bayou felt no trepidation about the dark forest, provided she refrained from venturing too deep in the Bayan mountain range.
Xiaoi's dwarf successfully captured a herd of beasts roaming the mountains edge, allowing her to ascend to the rank of commander.
The Bay Mountain Range, while slightly smaller than the bitter cold snow mountain, extended northward towards the expansive territory of the Horseshoe clan, which encompassed the city of Aman.
Conversely, to the south, the landscape beyond the Bayin Mountain Range was dotted with numerous smaller hills.
Unlike the barren peaks of Bayern, these hills were lower and lush with vegetation.
To be precise, it cannot be referred to as a mountain, but rather as a hilly terrain.
Here, one can find sparsely vegetated forests, uneven hills, and several rivers weaving through the landscape.
If Bay were to arrive here, he would undoubtedly notice that this place starkly contrasts with the grasslands to the north of the Bayan mountain range, as there are no signs of sensient beings ever having existed here.
At this moment, a wraith continues its flight southward, having long lost track of how far it has departed from the Bay Mountains.
They have been commanded to scout the surroundings, and as long as they do not encounter anything unusual, they will tirelessly pursue the same direction.
The Bayan mountain range had already been thoroughly explored by the specters.
And indeed, counting Xiao Lein Shua, there were only three lords, two of whom have already been vanquished by Bayou.
The wraith has lost track of time as it flew.
And below, the forest has begun to thicken.
At this moment, the trees in the forest below sway, and countless birds and beasts scatter in flight.
A cacophony of shouts charging toward a singular direction.
The wraith's eyes glimmer with intensity as it promptly alters its course to follow.
Within the forest resides a group of orcs, they possess broad jaws.
Their bodies are covered in fur.
They have tails, and they exhibit humanoid forms, demonstrating cognitive abilities comparable to that of humans.
However, overall they resemble large, muscular beings with underdeveloped intellects, retaining few characteristics of their original forms, appearing more humanlike, yet taller and more robust than humans.
Their most striking feature is their green skin.
To works, humans appear akin to how humans perceive goblins.