And although Bayou was unaware of the origins of this solitary wolf, she commanded her two level four skeletal warriors and 10 level three skeletal warriors to launch an assault on the level five howling moons silver wolf.
Though the howling moon silver wolf possessed a modicum of intelligence, it was not substantial.
It did not grasp the nature of these animated skeletons.
At that moment, it lay quietly, feasting upon the carcass of a wild boar, savoring its meal with great delight.
Unlike a dog, it exhibited no interest in the skeletal entities surrounding it.
As the skeletal warriors drew near, the wolf's white ears perked up, clearly having detected their approach.
The level four skeletal warriors, still at a distance, hurled their massive ancient blades in an attempt to deliver a lethal strike.
The howling moon silver wolf skillfully evaded the ambush, turning to snarl ferociously at the skeletal warriors, as if it perceived them as rivals for its meal.
Seizing the moment, it lunged forward to bite, leaving the unarmed skeletal warrior to resort to flailing with its arms, only to have its limb torn off by the wolf's powerful jaws.
It attempted to crunch the bone, but found it too tough, ultimately spitting it out.
Clearly, it was not meant to be a mere canine.
The level four skeletal warriors were no match for the level five howling moon silver wolf.
Fortunately, the numbers of the skeletal warriors were abundant and soon the howling moon silver wolf sustained injuries.
In contrast, the skeletal warriors, despite losing their heads, remained at soon.
The seven or eight Howling moon silver wolves joined the fry, each possessing a formidable level of five, coupled with the nocturnal enhancement of their attributes.
A single strike from these wolves could obliterate not only the other skeletal soldiers, but even the level four bone warriors.
In no time, Bayou commanded all skeletal soldiers to encircle the Howling Moon Silver Wolves.
With high attack power, but low defense, even a level one skeletal soldier could inflict damage upon them.
The Howling Moon Silver Wolves exhibited the unique intelligence of their kind, demonstrating clear roles among themselves.
Despite being surrounded by the skeletal army, they were rarely caught off guard.
Sometimes they would disregard the feeble ambushes of the level one skeletal soldiers, prioritizing evasion from a more formidable bone warriors instead.
As the battle wore on, the pack of howling moon silver wolves seemed to realize that their adversaries could not be vanquished.
In a bid to protect their kin, they began to retreat.
However, the first wolf suffered severe injuries and ultimately could not escape.
During this time, another wolf attempted to turn back to rescue its companion, but tragically met the same fate.
Ultimately, only two Howling Moon Silver Wolves were slain.
Congratulations, Lord, on successfully defeating a level five Howling Moon Silver Wolf, earning 50 experience points.
The spoils can be decomposed.
It was not that the bone warriors were weak.
Rather, the glaring shortcomings of the lowest tier skeletal soldiers in the undead faction were all too apparent.
It was a pity that they could not eliminate the entire pack.
By you side, hoping that tomorrow she wouldn't te be presented with 10 skeletal soldiers.
Before long, the skeletal soldiers returned with the bodies of the two howling moon silver wolves.
While the remaining soldiers continued their hunt, the nearby wild creatures have been frightened away by the wolves, forcing the skeletal soldiers to venture further a field for their quarry.
However, as the undead, Bayou need not worry about the safety of her skeletal soldiers.
Although only two wolves had fallen, they were indeed level five bone warriors.
Excitedly, Bayou employed the necroantic summoning spell on the two wolf carcasses.
A magical array emerged beneath the corpses from which two bone warriors crawled forth.
This directly exceeded 20 points.
Bayou seemed to have discerned a pattern.
Aside from the significant enhancements during the transition from level two to level three, the attribute increases for each subsequent level were fixed.
For instance, each level gained by a bone warrior would result in an increase of three points in strength and two points in agility.
Thinking of this made her even more frustrated.
So many level five bone warriors had perished just like that.
"Oh dear, decompose," Bayou exclaimed angrily.
Decomposition of the howling moon silver wolf carcasses successful, yielding 80 wolf meat from magic crystals and four spirit cores.
Double drop rate.
To her delight, spirit cores had emerged.
By mood lifted once more, her expressions shifting with remarkable speed.
The double attributes represented double drops.
An opportunity came with risk.
Habayu commanded a different type of unit instead of the undead.
She might have lost countless soldiers that night.
Yet, she soon lamented the loss of so many spirit cores, causing her expression to fall once again.
It seemed the barracks were on the verge of an upgrade.
She recalled that the requirements for upgrading the barracks were 100 magic crystals and one spirit core.
100 magic crystals for the white jade have long been sufficient.
It was merely the elusive spirit cores that proved difficult to procure.
Now, having finally acquired them, she astonishingly gained for it once.
Bayou currently speculates that perhaps only creatures of level five and above possess a chance of dropping spirit cores, but the information is scant, so she temporarily marks a question mark in her small notebook.
First, she must upgrade the barracks.
Undead crystal level two.
Unique barracks.
Level two barracks can summon skeletons, zombies, wraiths, and undead knights, randomly 10 units, with a two chance of obtaining a higher tier unit, and an exceedingly low probability of summoning a race sovereign.
Requirements for upgrading the barracks, 1,000 magic crystals, 10 spirit cores.
She will still summon 10 units at random, but now there is the addition of the undead knight type, and the probability of higher tier units has increased by one.
The primary issue lies in the fact that the materials required for the next upgrade have increased 10fold.
Bayou finds herself somewhat speechless.
She had hoped that upgrading the barracks would at least double the daily summons from 10 to 20.
Yet, it appears only the summoning quantity remains unchanged while everything else has altered.
As for the exceedingly low probability of randomly summoning a race sovereign, she dismisses it as mere nonsense, seriously doubting that this probability comes from a major company.
Perhaps it is as low as 0 01 or even 0 01.
What might she summon? The skeleton king or perhaps the Lich King? Each lottery draw is akin to a 10-fold draw.
As the random single summons are separate, it will not grant you the fortune of summoning a high tier unit one day while the remaining nine are all high tier as well.
The outcome is that despite the equal probability among the three major unit types by you invariably summon skeleton soldiers in all 10 attempts, who is she to complain to about this? Let the skeletons continue to slay their foes.
It is time for her to return to slumber.
Bayou elegantly returned to her chamber, nonchalantly kicking off her little leather shoes and tossing her socks aside, walking barefoot across the floor.
After all, the wardrobe possesses an automatic cleaning function, and she need not worry about her clothes getting dirty, stripping off her garments.
She made her way to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
What you inquire why she opts for a cold shower? It is simply because there is no hot water.
This retrostyle western castle is, to put it mildly, in abysmal condition.
It barely accommodates a bath, and the notion of hot water is merely fanciful.
Fortunately, the bed remains quite clean, albeit bearing a slight air of antiquity.
Bayou settled in entirely unclothed and nestled beneath the covers.
Chapter 10.
The Bone Dragon King.
As Bayou lay languidly in bed, a sudden thought struck her.
Wait a moment.
Could it be that she could summon her troops again at midnight? Summoning them at this hour would grant her an entire night of hunting, thereby increasing her food supply significantly.
She called up the system interface and glanced at the time, discovering it was barely 11:00.
There was still ample time.
What should she do? Perhaps half an hour later, Bayou stumbled out of her room clad in a loose t-shirt that showcased her long, slender legs.
Wearing flip-flops, she made her way to the kitchen.
Although she wasn't particularly hungry, she felt an urge to eat something.
She wondered how delicious the meat from this other world was.
Before long, she emerged from the kitchen with a portion of roasted pork chop.
The chop was nearly the size of her face, and with both hands gripping it, she opened her mouth wide and took a bite.
The wild boar meat was remarkably chewy.
Despite her two small canine teeth, she found impossible to tear through it.
She had no choice but to pull fiercely on the chop with both hands.