At that moment, the werewolves bloodlust enhancement had diminished, leaving them somewhat fatigued in matters that the undead can resolve.

Bayou prefers not to intervene personally.

For the werewolf is surely doomed to escape.

Listening to Bayou in she seems to grasp a fragment of understanding.

Her abilities are inherited from the ice field white tiger lineage.

If Bayou is indeed the queen of the undead, it stands to reason that her powers are those of the undead as well.

When Bayou had just vanquished two royal level foes, the summoning within her domain had activated automatically.

And yet, 5 minutes later, the summoning remains incomplete.

Bayou's mid-tier necromancy now allows her to selectively summon specific types of undead as opposed to the previous randomness of her conjurations.

However, the upper limit for skeletons, zombies, and specters is only at the commander level.

Royal corpses cannot manifest these three forms of undead.

Bayou opts to summon the two royal corpses into a necromancer and a lich.

Their smaller stature and agility combined with their formidable strength and intellect render them the optimal choice.

Bayou has finally discerned the hierarchy of magic.

She had previously struggled to comprehend the distinction between third tier and mid-tier magic.

It turns out that the most rudimentary spells comprise nine tiers with mid-tier, high tier, and forbidden spells following thereafter.

Reflecting on this, Bayou considers herself fortunate to have acquired a mid-tier fire magic tome.

Each tier from 1 to 9 merely confers a single skill, essentially representing the foundational level.

Now, she need not worry about the dangers of the snowy mountains.

Yet, caution is still warranted.

Should the lesser foes be dispatched, the elder ones may pose a greater threat.

Bayou cautions inshi.

But with the emergence of divine entities, the snowy peaks have descended into chaos, no longer deemed a forbidden zone.

Rest assured upon our return, I shall sleep and ascend to the royal level.

I shall be the sovereign of the snowy mountains.

In she declares, hands on her hips.

Bayou glances at the system clock, noting that 15 minutes have elapsed since the mage's demise.

At a distance, the corpse of the mage finally reveals the silhouette of a necromancer.

But you cannot fathom why summoning a royal level being takes such an inordinate amount of time.

Eliminate it.

She instructs the necromancer.

The werewolf, already on the brink of collapse, now faces the imminent arrival of a royal level necromancer, sealing its fate.

Is this how you summon so many undead? Inshi suddenly expresses envy for these foreign entities, realizing why Bayou would risk so much for thrice the reward.

Indeed, Bayu replies, glancing at the system panel, the royal necromancer wields mid-tier bone magic and ninth tier summoning magic, marking it as a formidable force.

With a flick of its wand, countless bone spikes erupt around the werewolf, impaling it and securing it in place.

The werewolf howls in despair.

Its thirst for blood dissipates and the spectral wolves behind it falter, leaving it in a state of profound weakness.

Now bound by the newly arrived royal necromancer, the werewolf is left awaiting its demise.

You shall learn the consequences of crossing the summit of the mountains.

The werewolf threatens by you in its final moments, straining to turn its head and casting a venomous glare at her.

Bayou, however, is unperturbed.

All the we werewolves are dead, and not a single one remains alive.

When the summoning is complete, a single blaze will leave nothing behind.

Even the keenest noses at top the mountains will be unable to discern any trace.

Bayou disregarded the threats posed by the werewolf, offering no retort.

After all, who would engage in conversation with a creature on the brink of death? As the necromancer's skeletal magic drained the werewolf's blood and subsequently dismembered it, the creature's demise was assured.

Bayou cast the summoning spell and turned her attention to allowing the undead to cleanse the battlefield.

Although she contemplated summoning other royal tier entities, she realized that the bone dragon, the ghost dragon, and even the zombie titan were far too large to traverse the portals.

Her aim was to summon entities capable of crossing through which would significantly aid in the war against the dwarfs.

Additionally, a necromancer is an essential asset for bolstering forces.

So by you resolve to summon one final royal tier corpse, a necromancer alongside another necromancer and a lich.

Chapter 169.

Clearing the battlefield.

Would you like these provisions? Bayou had her undead minions dismantle the corpses of the werewolves and vampires, yielding some elite grade food.

No, there's no danger now.

They're not pets.

They can forge for themselves.

In she declined Bayu's offer.

We're tigers, not house cats.

As if we needed to be fed.

Since Inshi refused, Bayu casually store the provisions away.

In she found Bayou's ability to directly decompose corpses utterly bewildering.

With just a flick of her fingers in the air, the bodies transformed into neatly packaged food.

The abilities of other races truly are bizarre.

And she mused now that Bayou had gained three new monarch tier combatants.

It seemed she no longer needed to personally hunt for points.

She relayed the location of Yilyang<unk>s fortress to the three monarch tier undead.

Go eliminate him as you command your majesty.

The two necromancers and one lich soared toward the snowcap mountains.

Bou considered the urgency.

If she delayed, Cole Gia and his group might steal the kill.

Surveying the battlefield littered with bone fragments and fallen undead along with a flood of unread system notifications.

Bayou estimated that nearly 3,000 undead had perished in this battle.

Yet, in exchange, she had acquired three Monarch tier fighters, a decisive victory.

At the very least, the Snowy Mountains were no longer a threat, now serving as her private domain.

Her undead forces could finally emerge from their fortress and develop in peace.

Bayou then dismantled the three monarch tier corpses, but nothing unusual dropped.

Just magic crystals and spirit cores.

However, the vampire did yield that rapier, a monarch tier weapon.

Though its base attributes were unremarkable, it required blood absorption to unleash its true power.

Clearly a weapon tailor for the vampire lineage.

This was Bayou's first acquisition of a monarch tier weapon.

Her scythe didn't count.

The exchange had no records of such trades.

So Bayou arbitrarily listed it for 10,000 magic crystals before moving on.

Standing at the heart of the battlefield, Bayou summoned black flames that instantly engulfed the blood stains and undead remains, reducing everything to ashes.

With the battlefield thoroughly cleansed, Bou was confident no trace would be found.

Her gaze then fell upon the withered tree undead previously affected by her domain.

Checking the system, she found nothing particularly remarkable about it.

Named the ghastly face tree, it had a ceiling of commander tier sluggish mobility and typically masqueraded as an ordinary dead tree.

Only awakening to attack when enemies drew near, similar to gargoyless that turned to stone, but far weaker.

Bayou concluded it might be useful for intimidation, but expecting it to slay foes was asking too much.

With everything settled, Bayou prepared to return to her fortress.

Glancing at the divine fragment in her hand, she decided to keep it.

Perhaps it would prove useful later.

Besides, the unyielding glass orb was oddly durable.

By you, are you leaving? Inshi asked as she approached.

Indeed, one cannot linger here indefinitely.

My castle lies ahead.

Would you care to accompany me to behold it? By you observe the expression of Inshi, who seemed to struggle internally, harboring a deep curiosity for the world beyond, nurtured by a life spent in the far north.