There is no longer a need to station the undead at Xiao Liu's castle.

A mere attendant would suffice for mining operations.

Ironing production was now exceptionally high, allowing Bayou to upgrade the castle almost daily.

The barracks were another matter.

While he had amassed a considerable amount of magical crystals, spirit cores remained somewhat scarce.

Any surplus resources could also be utilized to enhance Xiao Liua's castle with Sun Xiao Xiao<unk>s castle being the last priority.

The transformation of the town upon reaching maximum level remained an intriguing mystery.

Bayou effortlessly upgraded his town to level five, then proceeded to the barracks to summon his troops.

Currently, only skeletons and wraiths were free from level restrictions.

Other undead summoned by by you still face limitations, relying solely on the troops capable of upgrading from the barracks would severely diminish Bayou's combat effectiveness.

Reducing his forces to sheer numbers devoid of quality.

As Bayu's exploratory endeavors expanded, the arduous journey became an undeniable drawback, consuming an inordinate amount of time.

With a sigh, Bayou acknowledged the inevitability of the situation, resorting to a silent prayer for the systems benevolence.

Her gaze was drawn towards the distant snowcapped mountains which for a rare moment found respit from the relentless blizzards that typically besieged them.

However, the massive unyielding fissures on the ground persisted.

It appeared that with the emergence of divine powers, the influence on the mountains was gradually diminishing.

It was conceivable that in the future this region might no longer be a snowy expanse.

A deceased deity's residual divine energy possessed the capacity to alter vast landscapes, and the advent of divine powers could shatter entire mountains.

Reflecting on the clash between the six-winged angel and the frost giant, both of whom were of imperial caliber, the pinnacle of realms beneath divinity, the devastation they wrought, though considerable, pald in comparison to that of a god.

Naturally, the formation of the snowcapped mountains was not an instantaneous phenomenon.

It was undoubtedly the result of prolonged divine energy overflow over time.

Throughout this battle, Bayou had engaged in little more than flight, resulting in negligible depletion of her physical and mental stamina.

There was no need for rest or sleep.

Upon entering the kitchen, Bayou dawned an apron.

Although she had not taken resources from Aman City, she had surreptitiously gathered a plethora of vegetables, stowing them in her ring.

Despite the lack of a proper diet over the past fortnight, primarily due to a scarcity of food options, where each day consisted of roasted or stewed meat, Bayou, who had no need for sustenance, would have long since been overwhelmed by the monotony of it all.

The sight of fresh vegetables ignited a spark of excitement within her.

The individual who once abhored vegetables had, in a twist of fate, become the very embodiment of her former disdain.

As an orphan, Bayou found the task of cooking trivial, having long embraced independence.

While preparing her meal, she glanced at the world chat, curious about the developments among the lords.

A day had passed, and surely the uproar would have subsided.

To her dismay, the situation appeared to be escalating with animosity spreading from the first tier to the second.

The lords in the lower tiers, possessing a sense of self-awareness, remained uninvolved in the affairs of the powerful, content to be mere onlookers while occasionally chiming in.

Days passed and the frequency of white names in the chat increased significantly, nearly surpassing that of the green names belonging to the lords, indicating that a considerable number of individuals had transitioned to the status of free agents.

Bayou resolved to cease her observations.

As the discourse had devolved into a collective denunciation of her, she had nearly become a pariah, with even a fifth tier lord feeling compelled to hurl insults at her before uttering a word.

Indifferent to the hostility, by you retrieved a portion of elite rations, slicing it into small pieces and adding it to the pot.

In no time, a fragrant broth emerged from the simmering concoction.

She removed her apron, set the dishes on the table, and relished the array of vegetables accompanied by the savory soup, her face adorned with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, at the border of the desolate plains, a contingent of human soldiers arrived.

Leading them was Meyers, the very individual whom Bou had previously repelled.

However, this time, he returned with a formidable ally, a royal mage from the Empire's Mage Association.

Two royal figures accompanied by 10,000 elite soldiers currently stand at the site of Yiangs castle which has now been reduced to mere ruins.

They are well aware of the events that transpired in the snowy mountains.

Thus, the visit of this particular mage serves a dual purpose.

Not only to eliminate the foreign entities, but also to investigate the circumstances surrounding the prior mage's demise.

Initially, this mage suspected that his companion had fallen victim to either vampires or werewolves, prompting the mage association headquarters in Marshall to demand an explanation from them.

However, the response revealed that their own personnel had also perished in the Snowy Mountains, rendering the situation quite perplexing.

The association branch of the Gata Empire, being the closest to the Snowy Mountains, ultimately assigned this matter to him for resolution.

I request that you search.

There are at least six foreign castles still in the vicinity.

Chapter 191.

The arrival of Crisis.

There were seven leaders of alien races.

And every time Miles recalled being besieged and defeated by them, an overwhelming fury consumed him.

None of the seven had been slain.

Only a few of the soldiers had perished, and the Imperial cavalry had also suffered significant losses.

Upon returning to this place with his troops, he discovered that the previous vampire lord had been vanquished.

However, the other alien lords could still muster their forces, and they were not too distant from here.

Except for the undead that had descended from the snowy mountains, none of the elemental troops could match the speed of the Imperial cavalry.

Furthermore, the various alien factions were not allies.

The treacherous terrain of the snowy mountains and the formidable undead lord compelled Miles to postpone sending troops to search for that lord.

His primary objective was to confront the remaining foes.

Before long, the human cavalry divided into two factions, advancing towards the flanks of the snowy mountains while the remaining forces stayed behind to await further orders.

As for the harsh snowy peaks, a mage stood gazing ahead, resolved to investigate personally.

General Miles, I entrust this to you.

I must ascertain the situation in the Snowy Mountains.

A voice, resonant and magnetic, emerged from beneath a black mage's robe.

Miles was taken back.

He had envisioned eliminating the alien factions first before jointly exploring the mountains, but he never anticipated such urgency.

Lord Tyro, it may be unwise for you to venture alone to the snowy mountains.

There could be unforeseen dangers with the divine essence emerging and three royal figures dying under mysterious circumstances.

Everything that transpired in the snowy mountains remains an enigma.

Fear not, I merely intend to ascertain the preliminary situation, not to delve deeply, Tyro replied as he soared towards the snowy peaks.

He was acutely aware that any force capable of slaying three royal figures would be beyond his strength.

Thus, he proceeded with utmost caution.

Miles, left with no choice, could only await his forces in place.

Standing at top a snowy summit, Tyro surveyed the surrounding landscape, marred and desolate, with immense fissures evident everywhere and dwindling signs of life.

Uncertain of the exact location of the divine essence, he could only wander aimlessly.

Reports suggested the presence of an undead alien race in the snowy mountains.

Yet Tyro had not encountered a single undead being on his journey.

Curious, he mused.

As Tyro ventured deeper, he encountered no signs of peril.

He observed that the fissures in the ground multiplied, and by following these cracks, he could swiftly locate the emergence of the divine essence.

Finally, Tyro arrived at the entrance of the frost cave where the divine essence was said to manifest.

A gaping hole pierced the mountaintop, surrounded by vast, web-like fissures.

It was unmistakably the sight of the divine emergence.

Upon entering, Tyro found the cave utterly barren, devoid of any substance.

Yet, there were traces indicating that a race had once inhabited this space.

He picked up a small fragment of food and a few strands of fur left on the ground.

This likely belonged to some beast race.

for it was inevitable that they would shed fur, and Tyro surmised that this group had vacated the cave not long ago.

As for the specific beast race, he could not ascertain, as the races in the snowy mountains predominantly bore white fur, making it impossible to identify them solely by color.

He would need to return and have a specialized mage conduct an analysis.

Stepping outside the cave, Tyro indeed discovered several signs of battles involving royal figures.

Could there be a fourth royal? T Luo was takenback.

Previous intelligence had only indicated that werewolves and vampires had dispatched personnel.

Yet, the evidence of the battle at the scene clearly suggested that three sovereigns were besieging another sovereign.

Tuo could no longer sense the residual elemental aura in the air.

He had merely arrived at a pit created by the three sovereigns and began to clear away the accumulated snow with his hand.