If they were indeed knights of the Holy Court by you would have no choice but to retreat, as facing dozens of leaders would be feudal.
No, they appeared human yet not entirely so.
Byou had never encountered them on the snowy mountains.
Upon hearing Shiaoing<unk>s words, Bayou comprehended the situation.
Damn it.
They are here to intercept us.
Arthur, go.
Bayou commanded Arthur to probe the enemy's strength, knowing that Arthur would be safe.
In the snowy expanse below, a man dressed in a black tailcoat, resembling a courteous gentleman, led others in their search for werewolf corpses.
They were quite distant for the depths of the snowcapped mountain, but had arrived earlier than Bayou.
Some of the frozen werewolf bodies had already been transported back by the man.
These corpses were valuable to them, prompting the man's risky venture into the mountains depths.
The man as keen senses detected an unusual gust of wind from above.
Glancing upward, he was astonished to see a massive bone dragon descending from the sky.
In an instant, the man transformed into a shadow and evaded the attack.
The commotion caused by Arthur's arrival startled the surrounding figures who turned to investigate.
Upon realizing the presence of an enemy, they all transformed into fleeting shadows, simultaneously charging toward Arthur.
Only the man remained calm, observing the unfolding chaos.
With a mighty roar, Arthur unleashed a formidable breath of drag on fire, sending the surrounding snow and falling flakes swirling into the air.
Several unfortunate souls, unable to evade in time, were struck by Arthur's breath.
Their souls extinguished instantaneously.
Nevertheless, many figures still surged toward Arthur, launching their sharp black claws in an assault.
Arthur s defense was astounding.
Further fortified by the enhancements from the Blackwater altar, these asalants could not breach his defenses.
They could neither slay Arthur nor shatter his bones.
A leader level bone dragon.
The man quickly assessed Arthur's strength, noting that his subordinates had been dispatched to escort the werewolf corpses and were not present at the scene.
How could a bone dragon, such a necroantic creature, exist on the snowy mountains? This must be a creature of some lord.
It was the man's first encounter with a being of the undead.
He scanned his surroundings.
His night vision was limited, but he could faintly discern a blue silhouette high above.
The man was confident in his abilities, knowing that to kill an undead creature, a soul attack was necessary.
Yet, he currently lacked such skills.
Yet, there exists a swifter method to vanquish its lord.
The man harbored an instinct that the lord was surely at top that azure figure.
Transforming into a shadow, he soared into the air.
It was the frost giant dragon from the snowy mountains.
As the man discerned the blue silhouette, he simultaneously recognized the figure of Bayou upon the dragon's back, clad in a black JK ensemble with blue eyes and white hair.
She was indeed the Lord.
Her attire serving as irrefutable evidence.
Although the man remained oblivious to why the frost giant dragon was in the company of this human lord, he noted that the dragon was even smaller than the bone dragon, indicating its strength could not possibly exceed that of a commander.
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Swift escaped from the moment he ascended.
The man hesitated not, propelling himself at his utmost speed towards Bayou, who was perched at top Shiao Bing.
At that moment, Bayou remained blissfully unaware, only able to hear the sounds of battle resonating from the ground below.
Although she possessed some characteristics of the undead, she could not fathom why she was unable to disregard the darkness as they did.
Suddenly, she felt Shiao Bing stir, followed by a resounding thud.
Bang! The man was utterly unprepared for the frost dragon's rapid reaction, finding himself since sprawling by a single swipe of its claw.
He dusted off the snow from his garments and rose from the ground.
"Shia, Bing, what is happening?" Bayou inquired, unable to discern anything clearly.
The figure on the ground has taken flight and initiated an attack.
I sent him flying.
Bayou was now certain that this was no ordinary human.
Shiao Banging sensed no magical aura nor beheld any weapons indicating that this individual could fly unaded.
Was a strength Shiao Bing junior commander and in comparison to me stronger than you by you unshathed her scythe her attributes doubling in an instant and now weaker than you.
Relieved by you promptly commanded Shiao being to descend.
hastening to assist Arthur.
After enduring 2 hours of blizzard, she had no intention of being thwarted at this juncture.
As Shiao being elited by leapt down, the snow on the ground having accumulated to 20 cm, nearly reaching her calves.
With a fireball spell, she hurled a blaze skyward, which detonated brilliantly, illuminating the battlefield in an instant.
Bayou finally beheld the man opposite her, engaged in combat with a group surrounding Arthur.
Their first impression was strikingly pale, so pale that it surpassed even her own complexion, exuding a sickly whiteness that bore no resemblance to that of a healthy human.
The man dawned a black tail coat, while the others were clad in respplendant red gowns, standing out starkly against the white snow.
In such inclement weather, fire magic proved ineffective.
The flames flickering momentarily before dissipating.
Yet by you still caught sight of the frozen corpses of werewolves transformed into icy statues behind the man.
Her left I radiated a ghostly blue light and instantly a magical array materialized beneath the werewolf corpses.
The man sensed the magical aura emanating from behind him and turned to see skeletal beasts, the werewolves, emerging from the remains.
Their immediate instinct was to attack the man before them.
At that moment, the man comprehended why the Lord desired these corpses.
She could summon the undead.
With swift precision, he scattered the attacking skeletal wolves, their bones hindered by the snow, their reformation impeded.
In the instant Bou invoked the magic of her left eye, she astonishingly discovered that she could now disregard the darkness.
Everything around her was rendered crystal clear under the enhancement of her left eye, indistinguishable from the brightness of day.
By you only needed to keep her left, I continuously open to see through the darkness without expending any magical energy, relying solely on mental fortitude.
Though the vision was limited to one eye, slightly narrowing her field of view.
It was a trivial inconvenience.
At the very least, she was no longer blind at night.
"Are you the Lord?" Bayou asked the man before her, her sickle in hand, her left eye emitting an eerie azure glow.
The man bore distinctly Asian features and was clearly the leader of the group.
While the others were all of Western descent, the man observed the girl whose aura had intensified, flanked by an ice dragon, he couldn't teet on one side and an indestructible bone dragon on the other.
Retreat.
His voice was icy as he issued the command, ignoring Bayou's question.
In an instant, his followers dissolved into streaks of shadow, scattering into the sky.
With the enhancement of her left eye, Bayou felt her senses sharpen, her reflexes quickening, she channeled dark magic, her form dissolving into a wisp of black mist before reappearing directly in front of the man, swinging her sickle, its massive blade reathed in black flames.
She slashed toward him.
The flames trailed behind the weapon like a long sinister tail.
The man hadn't he anticipated such speed from the girl.
With a flick of his coattails, his garment expanded into a vast black shroud, attempting to engulf her, but by us sickle tore through the fabric effortlessly.
The man-s nails elongated as he raised his hands to block the strike.
The impact sent him stumbling back, a wound seared into his flesh by the black flames.
The agony of his soul burning contorted his face.
Worse still, he could feel his lifespan dwindling.
Without hesitation, he severed the afflicted arm with his other hand.
The dismembered limb crumbled to ashes upon the snow as the man clutched his stump and vanished.
"Quite the escape artist," Bayou muttered.
Arthur spread his wings and pursued the fleeing figures while little ice remained behind, guarding Bayou.
The sickle in her hand dissolved into a streak of light, reforming into a bracelet around her wrist.
Unable to fly, Bayou could only watch as they fled.
Though Arthur gave chase their small agile forms moved swiftly.