Bayou promptly retrieved two tiers of the kingdom from the warehouse.

Jeang had not pointed them out.

Yet, being the leader, could she admit to having overlooked them? Certainly not.

Observing the sudden appearance of the tears of the kingdom, her companions regarded her with puzzled expressions.

It was obtained by Jeang Yi Bay by you clarified before commencing the absorption process.

Current upgrade progress of the tier of the kingdom.

31100.

Four points were added, bringing her one step closer to upgrading to the tier of the empire.

Has it truly only been a few days and he has secured an entire kingdom? Chunu remarked, astonished by Jeang, Y's rapid progress.

It is quite normal.

His troops are dragons which are exceptionally powerful.

Chunfo explained, noting that the circumstances surrounding their own races had been entirely cleared out, resulting in a disperate situation.

No, this is a fusion of four tiers of the race.

Bayou elaborated to her companions, leaving the sibling duo in a state of wonder.

Perhaps this was originally a single tier of the kingdom that underwent division.

Shunfangs analysis was astute, and Bayou shared the same sentiment.

Otherwise, the rationale behind their integration would remain inexplicable, especially since each dragon lizard possessed this trait.

As night deepened, the gathering dispersed and everyone returned to their respective palaces.

The hours spent in casual conversation during the night were their most leisurely moments.

as they were preoccupied with vanquishing foes by day.

At dawn, unnoticed by anyone, a beam of dark energy shot skyward from the heart of the dark forest, only to vanish in an instant.

A mysterious figure meditating at the center felt a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, his aura weakened.

Alas, bring her to the dark forest.

Chapter 364.

A meeting in the woods.

The dim light filtering through the window, awakened by you from her slumber.

Groggily, she opened her eyes, pushed aside the covers, and rose from her bed as she did each morning, just as she bent down to put on her socks.

A sudden system notification appeared before her, causing her pupils to constrict in alarm.

"Your territory is under enemy invasion.

Without a moment's hesitation, Bayou leaped barefoot from the window, brandishing her sigh as she soared swiftly toward the outskirts of the city.

The invader must be of royal caliber.

Detecting the biological information of the intruder.

Enemy strength.

Level three royal troll.

Quantity one.

As by you ponder the origin of such a creature.

She reached the edge of the city and beheld the monstrous figure outside.

Meanwhile, others had also prepared for battle.

After the previous incursion by the royal paladin, the defenses within the city were exceptionally fortified.

For gargoyles awakened, soaring toward the outer city, while the skeletal remains at top the walls began to crumble, transforming into a colossal skeletal monster that radiated royal energy.

At that moment, her necroantic doppled Inger exchanged places with her body, appearing by her side, accompanied by several spectral reapers.

Finally, her brother and sister arrived with Xiaoi and Shua.

Wait.

Just as the surrounding royal undead were about to charge, Bayu called out to halt them.

She recognized the troll.

It was the very creature that had attacked her when she inadvertently wandered into the dark forest, and she was astonished to discover its royal strength.

Bayou had never encountered troll before, so she had not recognized the being during their initial encounter.

Now she observed it standing quietly outside the city gates, weapon unraised, devoid of any murderous intent.

Considering its deep ties to the dark forest and its possible connection to the mysterious figure, its arrival at her territory, could it be that the enigmatic individual wishes to meet with me? By you, leap down from the city wall, confident that a level three royal being would not be able to vanquish her in her own domain.

Is it the one from the dark forest who seeks an audience? Approaching the towering troll, she inquired, "Is it true?" "Indeed, my boss seeks you.

Come with me.

" The trolls rough voice resonated, its gaze fixed upon Bayou before it turned to make its way toward the dark forest.

Wait, Bayou called, prompting the troll to glance back at her in confusion.

I need to put on some shoes first.

Saying this, Bayou soared back toward the city, and only then did the troll notice her bare feet.

The troll pondered for a moment, realizing that its boss also wore shoes, and thus found it understandable.

Upon reaching the city wall, her siblings were the first to voice their concerns.

Boss, what is the situation? Isn't it an enemy? Not at all.

I must venture into the depths of the dark forest.

You all carry on with your tasks.

This band, Bayou commanded, and the undead gradually dispersed.

Isn't there a risk? Chun Foam voices worry, but Bayou shook her head reassuringly.

He saved my life.

He shouldn't pose any danger.

You need not worry.

With Bayou<unk>s assurance.

Her companions relented, and she then flew toward her chamber in the palace.

Within mere moments, Bayou, now clad in her shoes, reappeared before the troll.

"Let us proceed," she beckoned, and the troll led the way silently, both embarking towards the dark forest.

Upon entering the outskirts, Bayou felt a twinge of embarrassment at the sight of withered trees fell by skeletons.

Just as her curiosity about the troll as sluggish pace peaked, the troll abruptly halted.

Beneath its feet, a white magic circle materialized.

Given her mastery of various highle magics, Bayou immediately recognized it as a spatial teleportation array.

She finally comprehended the peculiar nature of the trolls earlier attack.

Realizing it was imbued with spatial power that allowed for instantaneous movement.

Yet, could this seemingly lumbering and dim-witted troll truly wield magic? Bayou recalled the troll lord she had encountered, whose ability to transform had left a lasting impression, devoid of any magical traces.

At that moment, the troll regarded by you, its intentions unmistakably urging her to step into the magic circle.

Without hesitation, she approached the troll and stood upon the teleportation array.

In an instant, a flash of white light enveloped them, and their figures vanished from the dark forest periphery.

After a brief disorientation, Bayou opened her eyes to survey her surroundings, an uneven terrain of ravines, towering pines, and furs accompanied by the distant sound of flowing water.

Not far ahead, perched on a colossal rock, sat an elderly man in a cross-legged position.

His unckempt hair cascaded to his shoulders, suggesting years of neglect.

Upon noticing the shoes he wore, Bayou gasped in astonishment.

You are the Lord.

For emlazed upon his white shoes was a curved hook logo, an impossible attire for the magical realm.

At the sound of Bou<unk>'s exclamation, the enigmatic figure slowly opened his eyes, his expression betraying no surprise.

He had anticipated her reaction.

It has been many years since I have heard that title.

He began, his voice remarkably youthful, contrasting sharply with his aged appearance.

Bayou's heart raced with disbelief.

The mysterious man before her could not possibly be among the current lords.

Before their arrival, another group of lords had already reached this magical realm.

This revelation was staggering.

Previously, she had suspected the lord of the undead was not a native.

Yet, Morgus had dismissed her theory, leading her to believe that the current lords were the soul travelers.

The mysterious man took his time, allowing Bayou to process the information while the troll quietly departed after delivering her.

Bayou found herself overwhelmed with questions yet uncertain how to articulate them.

Min.

The man broke the silence.

Guaming, he stated, the name longforgotten yet now resurfacing.