The cunning ice field white tiger on the frigid snowcapped mountains.
The tiger man who had previously reported intelligence was once again stationed around the cave entrance merely a few hours after witnessing a multitude of undead soaring over the snowy peaks.
He beheld the spectral beings returning.
A frost dragon.
The tiger man could scarcely believe his eyes.
Convinced he had misperceived the sight.
Hastily, he rubbed his eyes with his paw and looked again, only to find a frost dragon had vanished.
The tiger man's form was white and with no obstructions on the snow.
He buried himself within it, leaving only his nose and eyes exposed to evade detection by the undead above.
At that moment, a gargoyle clutching a human corpse flew directly overhead.
Blood dripping from the sky.
Plop! A drop of blood landed squarely on the tiger man's nose.
He trembled all over, nearly leaping from his snowy concealment.
Cautiously, he touched his nose with his paw, inspecting and sniffing human blood.
The tiger man glanced skyward, noting that nearly every undead clutched a human corpse.
Had there been a skirmish with the humans? This was untenable.
The snowy mountains were perilous.
The tiger man promptly covered his head with snow, submerging his body entirely, and began to snowslide, cautiously inching toward the cave.
After several hours of travel, Bayou finally returned to the castle.
7,000 corpses constituted a monumental undertaking.
Bayou needed to summon all the necromancers to collaborate on the task.
Indeed, only through war could one swiftly augment power.
Bayou unceremoniously discarded the corpses from his ring outside the town and gathered 100 necromancers to commence their work.
It turned out that king level strength was not as monstrous as Bayou had envisioned.
This expedition merely served as an enlightening experience.
Although Bayou was unaware that Meyers was the weakest among the king level beings.
Alas, in his haste to return, he had been so preoccupied with these resources that he forgot the corpses deep within the snowcapped mountains.
This was unacceptable.
He needed to make another trip after depositing the resources into the warehouse.
By promptly mounted little ice and set off once more toward the depths of the Snowy Mountains.
At this moment, the Icefield White Tiger Clan took the report from the Tiger Man seriously, recognizing it as a matter of their own safety.
Their queen, having absorbed the bloodline power of her predecessor, was currently digesting this new found strength.
Although her power grew rapidly, she often succumbed to slumber, rendering her incapable of protecting her kin at all times.
Once the queen fell into her slumber, all affairs were entrusted to the tiger man chief, the former queen's attendant.
He dispatched individuals to investigate the site of the previous confrontation with the werewolves, seeking any clues that might have emerged.
To his surprise, all the werewolf corpses had been unearthed, even that of their kin who had succumbed to old injuries.
Snow burial represented the utmost respect for the ice field white tiger clan.
The burial site for their kin lay some distance from the battlefield, yet it had also been discovered, though the corpses appeared merely to have been disturbed.
The terrified tigers initially believed that the weirwolves from the mountain summit had come to confront them, only to discover otherwise.
The leader promptly commanded a quick-witted white tiger to retrieve the corpse of their deceased kin for a proper burial.
By sheer coincidence, the white tiger, riding on the back of a small frost dragon, happened to witness a tiger man carrying the lifeless body of another tiger man as he made his way back.
The tiger man below also caught sight of the imposing frost dragon above.
Its size was unmistakable to anyone with sight.
This tiger man had previously dismissed the clumsy scouts report of a potential frost dragon sighting as mere folly.
Yet now he beheld the creature with his own eyes.
Instinctively, the tiger man's primal feline instincts were triggered, prompting him to abandon the corpse and vanish from view in an instant.
The white tiger, observing from above, was left bewildered.
Upon encountering him, the tiger man had chosen to flee decisively.
Was I truly so fearsome? Upon landing, the white tiger inspected the abandoned corpse, finding nothing unusual.
Why had the tiger man returned to retrieve this body? The tiger man's physique was comparable to that of a wolf man, and summoning a skeletal beast would suffice.
But the white tiger, afflicted with mild obsessive compulsive tendencies, found the idea of a skeletal tiger man rather in congruous.
Thus, it was decided to summon a standard undead instead.
As the gray magic circle coalesed, two kingly souls emerged from the tiger man's corpse.
It appeared this tiger man possessed a significant level of strength.
Indeed, the White Tiger noted that among these higher tier magical beast races.
There were no ordinary level one members within their ranks.
With age, these magical beasts naturally grew stronger.
This likely delineates the distinction between magical beasts and ordinary wildlife.
The former possess a degree of civilization and intelligence, essential for survival in this fantastical realm teameming with diverse races.
The white tiger's gaze shifted to the ice encased wolf men.
Beyond the frost magic, he sensed another magical force emanating from them.
However, as an amateur magician reliant solely on rapid mastery through the system, he could discern no peculiarities.
Utilizing frost magic, he began to thaw them, preparing to summon them, only to discover that the wolf men's wounds were healing, and some had even opened their eyes.
Remarkably, they were not dead.
The healing halted abruptly and the opened eyes closed once more.
The white tiger re-encased them in ice.
The gray magic circle enveloped them, initiating the summoning.
Encased in ice and weakened, the wolf men succumbed to the minor damage inflicted by the summoning magic, ultimately perishing.
One by one, the undead emerged from the ice, crawling forth from their corpses.
Summoning skeletal beasts proved less rewarding.
Lacking the potency of ordinary undead.
Aerial forces were currently paramount for the white tiger.
Another 40 undead were summoned.
The white tiger approached, systematically disassembling the corpses and storing the materials in a ring, preparing to ride back on the small frost dragon.
Within a spacious bunker in a cave, the Tiger Man guards were gathered with other tribesmen in a grand hall.
Adjacent was a small chamber reminiscent of a dwelling once occupied by the Wolf Tribe.
now remodeled into a resting place for their queen.
Their queen exhibits a stark contrast to their customary habits resembling those of humankind in many respects.
They not only prefer cooked meat but also insist on sleeping in beds.
Most absurdly, their queen occasionally craves vegetables, advocating for a balanced diet.
But after all, you are a tiger.
How could a species dwelling in the snowy expanse possibly procure such items? It seems the queen is aware of this reality and ultimately relents with great reluctance.
At this moment, the tiger person who had previously fled in terror from Bayou returned to the hidden layer of the white tigers in the icy plains.
My lord, there truly exists a frost giant dragon.
Chapter 141.
The origin of the white tiger, the tiger guard, and surrounding clansmen were all takenback.
My lord, should we not continue relocating? One suggested, "Indeed, my lord, why does this frigid snow mountain feel more perilous than the far north?" The clansmen expressed their concerns.
They had painstakingly escaped to this place, only to discover it in utter disarray.
The undead, frost dragons, wolf clans, and humans.
These were all forces they dared not provoke lightly.
Yet, intelligence indicated that these factions were embroiled in conflict.
The tiger guard cast a glance at the chamber where their queen lay in slumber, pondering deeply.
After a moment, he declared, "No, our queen is still asleep.
This snow mountain is at least a suitable refuge for us.
Let us remain hidden here for the time being.
The safety of our queen is of utmost importance.
Let us not forget the reasons for our defection.
" With a heavy heart, the Tiger Guard resolved to lead his kin into the depths of the Snow Mountains caverns, where they could conceal themselves while waiting for their queen to complete her bloodline inheritance.
Once the queen finished her inheritance, her strength would ascend to that of a monarch, granting them the means for self-preservation amidst the biting cold.
When the time came, the queen would possess the power to confront the traitors of their kin.