Having already indulged in 4 hours of sleep earlier that evening, she felt no fatigue at all.
It was the perfect moment to await the stroke of midnight and summon yet another wave of troops.
How could she possibly refrain from harnessing the limitless potential of the undead? Chapter 23.
The Golden Legend.
After enduring a prolonged wait, Bayou found solace as the clock struck midnight.
She promptly approached the barracks to initiate a summoning, albeit with tempered expectations regarding the Golden Legend.
The second tier barracks were limited to summoning skeletons, wraiths, zombies, and death knights with an excruciatingly low two chance of conjuring any superior units.
By you, skeptical of her own fortune, harbored little hope.
Yet there was a silver lining.
The 10 summoned primitive units were eligible for upgrades, marking a significant distinction from her previous summons.
The necroantic crystal has completed its charging.
Shall we summon immediately? In an attempt to cultivate luck, Bayou decisively activated the summoning.
Instantly, the necroantic crystal radiated a ghostly green light, illuminating the entire chamber before gradually dissipating to reveal 10 indistinct figures.
Could it be the chosen one? The golden legend? Among the silhouettes, one stood out, towering at approximately 3 m and possessing wings, an unmistakable indicator of a highle unit.
Ecstasy coursed through her veins as the figure sharpened into focus.
It bore an expansive maw, a bald crown, and pointed ears, clearly not a human visage.
Yet it was humanoid in form with robust limbs, elongated claws on its hands and feet resembling a beast.
A lengthy tailed trail behind it, and its body was predominantly gray, composed of stone and metal, with two bat-like wings unfurled at its back.
Upon noticing by you, it immediately prostrated, bowing its head in a gesture of subservience.
The remaining nine undead were less fortunate, possibly due to her brief interaction.
They comprised two skeletons, three wraiths, three zombies, and one death knight.
Standard fair from the tier one and two barracks.
By s aerial prowess had once again been augmented, and she discerned a pattern.
Formidable units were capable of flight.
When would she gain the ability to soar? Curious, she examined the attributes of her new unit.
Griffin growth limit, imperial, exclusive passive, magic immunity, dependent on magic level and unit level.
Upon reviewing the Griffin's attributes, Bayou could only utter a single word, impressive.
Its base stats were significantly higher than those of other units with an astounding growth limit of Imperial rank.
Moreover, it possessed innate skill, magic immunity upon birth.
It was nothing short of extraordinary, though Bayou recognized that potent magic could still vanquish the Griffin, a realization that tempered her exuberance.
Although the Griffin was classified as a highle unit, it lacked intelligence.
Perhaps it possessed some, but it was decidedly minimal.
Bayou categorized those that could not speak as lacking in intelligence.
Now, Bayou's air force boasted Arthur, the Griffin, albeit a solitary one, wraiths, and their king, marking her highest combat strength to date.
Her ground forces consisted of death knights, skeletons, and zombies thriving in sheer numbers serving primarily as fodder.
Go forth and hunt, she commanded.
Your main duty is to level up.
By you address the surrounding spirits, assigning the gargoyless the sole responsibility of upgrades.
Their ability to fly confers a significant advantage, and with such formidable attributes, it would be a disservice to waste this interminable night.
At last, she could retire for the evening.
She found herself eagerly anticipating the rewards of the Morrow, the knight promised double drops, complimented by the one five times experience bonus from the throne of bones, which together would equate to a three-fold experience gained from defeating monsters.
After a refreshing bath, Bayou drifted into a delightful slumber.
As the orange hued sun rose in the east, it dispelled the darkness of the enchanted realm, though clouds obscured its rays.
leaving the daytime shrouded in a persistent twilight.
In the distance, a thick fog enveloped the landscape.
Aside from the faint silhouettes of snowcapped mountains, visibility extended only so far before being swallowed by the mist.
Rubbing her drowsy eyes, Bayou tossed aside her covers and prepared to rise.
Once she had completed her morning routine, Bayou appeared invigorated in the castle courtyard.
First, she reviewed her attributes.
Lord by excellent.
Her magical power had increased by 10 points, allowing her to cast an additional spell.
After a night of recovery, the dark waters within the Blackwater altar had also risen, forming a small pool in the center.
This was certainly sufficient for summoning the undead, albeit at a slightly slower pace.
However, that was of no concern, as the summoned spirits would be enhanced by the alter s power.
After a morning of diligent effort, Bayou had fully enhanced all the previously summoned unempowered undead, completing the summoning of the corpses.
Another significant project accomplished, Bayou successfully summoned 90 undead.
Ranging from level one to level three, encompassing all four types of units with the summoning contingent upon the barracks level.
Even if she were to fortuitously summon a gargoyle, the necromancy spell would not yield one unless the barracks level was unlocked.
She proceeded to dismantle all the food she had gathered.
Congratulations, Lord.
You have acquired 1,200 units of food, 120 wild boar tusks, 60 wild boar hides, and 45 magic crystals double.
Congratulations, Lord.
You have acquired.
In total, she amassed 2,800 units of food and 155 magic crystals.
As for the rest, they were mere trinkets of little interest to Bayou.
Given that these basic wild monsters primarily yielded meat, and none exceeded level 5, she was left without a single spirit core.
Alas, her hopes now rested solely upon Arthur.
Chapter 24.
The Griffin in the Sky.
It is noteworthy that Bayou had previously instructed her subordinates to fell trees and quarry stones.
After a relentless day and night of toil, they finally amassed two 000 stones and one 000 logs for those undead beings confined to level one.
Hunting might pose a challenge.
However, gathering resources proved to be quite suitable.
Today marks the third day and the demand for food among the lords has diminished once more.
Observing the situation, Bayou felt somewhat embarrassed at the prospect of engaging in unscrupulous profitering at a quadruple markup, primarily out of fear of backlash.
Upon examining the food transactions at the marketplace, Bayu noted that those renowned figures whose names stood alongside hers were also struggling to sell their provisions.
An increasing number of lords began to trade food at lower prices, creating a rather troubling predicament.
Bayou currently had three 600 portions of food in her warehouse, and it was evident that relying solely on Xiao's orphans would not suffice to consume it all.
Regardless, she decided to list three 000 portions for trade.
Willing to adjust her offerings as necessary.
Each time Bayou hunted and collected animal carcasses, she would first employ her necromantic summoning spell, allowing the bodies to be decomposed.
Although the Blackwater altar had introduced a new process, it inevitably consumed additional time.
Therefore, Bayou hastened to list her provisions, fearing that if she delayed until evening, the market value of food would plummet once more.
Trading initiated at Schwang Fortress.
After listing the food at the marketplace, Bayou chose to relinquish control, accepting whatever fate awaited her.
It was inevitable that the global chat would soon erupt with scathing criticism aimed at her.
If relying solely on the undead to gather stones and timber by you fear that the area surrounding her castle would soon be stripped bare by her skeletal army.
The system clearly intended to prevent the lords from enjoying a comfortable existence during these initial days if they relied solely on local resources for survival.
It was likely that a significant number of lords would meet their demise.
If during the 7-day grace period, the lords believed they could develop in peace.
They were gravely mistaken.
This was a realm of universal lords and a battleground of myriad races.
While some may still naively perceive this as merely a game.
Bayou understood that it transcended mere play.
It was a battlefield.
A lacadasical attitude towards any endeavor would only lead to ruin.
In childhood, one might abandon studies with a dismissive attitude.
In adulthood, one might quit their job with the same nonulence.
Even in old age, one might resign from life itself.
Such a lacadasical existence is utterly deplorable.