The common folk within the city appeared to glimpse a flicker of hope.

Fervently rushing towards the city gates, only to be halted by the dwarven knights.

Clad in armor, Max stepped into the fray, wielding a hammer that summoned a mighty gust of wind to extinguish the flames before him.

for a kingly figure.

Quelling these fires was a mere trifle.

In no time, Max had snuffed out the blazes engulfing the entire city.

And under the guidance of the dwarven knights, he gathered the dwarven civilians together.

Max commenced his address.

Achieving an impact beyond his expectations.

To the commoners, all nobles were essentially the same.

During wartime, their rights were non-existent.

Today, a rebellion formed by the common folk was willing to lead them towards peace.

Imparting the message that peace must be fought for with their own hands.

The oppressed civilians were stirred.

Having endured a lifetime of subjugation, they found little solace.

Yet, they yearned to forge an opportunity for their descendants.

Before long, Max set forth to the next stronghold, for he could not afford to linger.

Arthur and Dachi were swiftly advancing in their siege.

Meanwhile, in another city, alarms reverberated throughout the walls as dwarves at top the fortifications beheld a vast swarm of ghostly dragons descending upon them, plunging them into panic.

What manner of creature is this? The countenance of the city lord grew grave.

Most of the forces had already been dispatched to the front lines to combat the Iron Fist clan, leaving the city nearly defenseless.

Gazing skyward, they beheld no less than a thousand of these spectral beasts, while the defenders numbered a mere 3,000.

Alert! Alert! Enemy assault! They had never anticipated that a city near the great wasteland, positioned at the kingdom's border, would be besieged by such monstrous entities.

Even a noble lord had never encountered tales of these creatures and was utterly unaware of their nature.

Boom! A series of blue beams struck the city and in an instant the protective barrier shattered completely.

The Lord was taken back yet powerless to intervene.

Countless ghostly dragons akin to bombers loomed over the city, unleashing eerie rays that obliterated everything in their path.

In mere moments of engagement, the dwarves suffered grievous losses.

They manned the giant cannons at top the walls, targeting the spectral dragons.

Yet the cannonballs passed through them without inflicting any harm, for the adversary possessed no physical form.

The Lord was gripped by terror.

It was all too strange, too bizarre.

Typical dwarven warriors possessed scant means to engage aerial threats, primarily relying on the city as defensive structures.

Yet these were entities devoid of substance.

How could one combat such foes? The well-versed lord naturally contemplated the ineffectiveness of physical assaults and considered employing spiritual or psychic attacks.

However, the suddeness of the attack left them illprepared.

And even if they wish to attempt to counter, they found themselves utterly incapable.

At that moment, the lord's gaze fell upon an enigmatic black figure standing motionless amidst the chaos, surrounded by an everthickening aura of darkness.

Dachi, accompanied by the ghostly dragons, swept through the city, leaving it seemingly unscathed compared to those previously besieged by Arthur.

Only the scattered dwarven corpses lying haphazardly bore testament to the invisible and uncanny conflict that had transpired here.

As the mightiest of the hardbeard clan, the chieftain finds himself far from his clan's territory at this moment.

The lords of the cities are mere low-level kings, utterly incapable of contending with the undead.

Moreover, the accompanying sixth level lich has yet to make an appearance.

With the onset of night, all eight cities within the hardbearder domain have fallen, placing the entire clan on the precipice of annihilation.

Meanwhile, Mace has disseminated the news that Arthur, Dachi, and all the undead are now positioned within the hardbeard stronghold, awaiting the return of the enraged Chieftain and his kin.

Regarding the possibility of a united assault from the four major clans, Maize confidently asserts that such an event is unlikely.

The Iron Fist Clan, barely managing to catch its breath, would not willingly march towards its own demise.

The Widebeam and Stonefoot clans are likely to remain passive observers.

After all, should the Harbeer clan perish, their competition diminishes by one.

Ultimately, the root of this situation lies in the fact that the insurgents are common dwarfs.

Before the might of a clan, they hold Mace in disdain.

Furthermore, Mace himself is a dwarf and a former noble of the Firebeard clan.

To them, he merely seeks to rally the strength of commoners to vi for the throne.

A feudal endeavor indeed and utterly laughable.

Chapter 305.

Settling two races today marks the fifth day.

Will it truly come to fruition? At this moment, Bayou is perusing the leaderboard.

Observing that Nia Exion's alliance has now widened the gap to six points compared to her own, it seems the distance has been modestly extended.

unless she can vanquish a level six raven, which would allow her to equalize the score.

However, upon contemplating this, Bayou shakes her head and chuckles.

A level six royal beast could likely obliterate the entirety of the current Justice Alliance.

It appears that a comeback for the Justice Alliance is rather improbable.

Huh? I haven't yet visited that bath house.

With nothing pressing on her agenda, Bayou resolves to explore the bath house.

Such specialized structures related to daily life must possess some unique characteristics.

Right? For instance, her wardrobe is overflowing with attire.

In her bedroom offers enhanced rejuvenation of mental strength during rest.

The bath house akin to the bedroom is constructed within the palace.

Though it is not a mere renovation of Bayou's personal bathroom, but rather a separate entity.

Indeed, the system demonstrates a degree of humanity.

issuing co-ed bathing in favor of separate facilities.

The layouts on both sides are largely identical, devoid of any remarkable features, say for the fact that soaking for an hour yield a slight increase in experience points, which Bayou finds utterly unworthy of a critique.

Splash.

As Bayu steps in a bath house, she hasn't even entered the women's bathing area when the sound of water reaches her ears.

Is there someone inside? She is genuinely perplexed to discover that someone is indeed bathing within.

It must be either Chinu or Xiao Yianu.

Peering through the curtain, Bayou glimpses the interior of the bathing area, enveloped in fragrant air.

It is Chunu who is showering inside, delicate droplets cascading down her fair skin, falling to the floor with a gentle splatter.

At this moment, Chunu is bent over, oblivious to Bayou's presence at the entrance.

Bayou feels a twinge of embarrassment and promptly turns away to exit the bath house.

She does not have a pinchant from mixed bathing and since there is someone present, she decides to forego it.

H suddenly, Chinu glances back yet perceives nothing a miss.

Speaking of which, Bayou's experience points have surged dramatically today.

She is now poised to break through, deciding that tonight shall be the night.

After all, hoarding experience serves her no purpose.

The truth lies in swift ascension to greater strength.

Bayou is also awaiting Jeang Yi to deliver the tears of the race to her.

Coincidentally, after this upgrade, she can once again level upon receiving the system rewards.

In the dead of night, the once bright lights of the palace have extinguished, leaving the entire city submerged in a profound silence, save for the dim glow of concealed chandeliers.

Yet amidst this stillness, a sound heavy and urgent seems to resonate faintly within the main palace.

Bayou awakens to find she has unusually overslept.

Indeed, she has squandered too much energy.

Without delay, she hastily rises, dresses, and changes the bedding.

Once everything is restored to its former state, she dons her shoes, ties her hair, and departs the bedroom.

After routinely summoning her troops, Jeang Yu finally sends her message.

Bayou<unk>s heart leaps with joy.

It seems he has successfully procured the tears of the race.

Indeed, six days have elapsed since the beginning, and the leaderboard will conclude the day after tomorrow.

As a prominent leader, it would be utterly disgraceful to be unable to conquer even a feeble race.

Jang Yi, I have successfully dealt with them.