As for the other 29 beings, Bayou turned her gaze to the remaining silhouettes.
10 additional necromancers appeared, proving to be a boon in alleviating her workload.
Quite commendable.
Furthermore, there was a skeletal dragon and a ghostly dragon, with the rest being lesser undead with lower life capacities.
Greetings, my queen.
Proceed to the Blackwater altar for enhancement.
Bayou instructed the undead with a nod.
10 minutes later, once the enhancements were complete, she examined the attributes of the zombie titan.
The zombie titan growth limit, monarch level, skills, flame, divine body, ice, divine body, enhancement effect, physical form significantly increases physical defense reduces the magical energy consumption of skills with each attribute boosted by 10 points.
At first glance, Byu recognize that this zombie titan was no mere illusion, but truly formidable.
It likely boasted the highest attributes among individual units, surpassed only by Arthur, Jon, and Little Bing.
Its base strength attribute had already exceeded 10 points.
An enhancement added another 10 points directly.
Bayou also examined the two skills of the zombie titan, which were similar in effect.
Both enhancing skills, but differing in attributes.
Upon activation, these skills would continuously consume magical energy, and once depleted, the skills would naturally cease.
However, the summoning rate of the zombie titan was rather disheartening, significantly lower than that of other units.
Otherwise, Bayou would summon all zombie titans and effortlessly conquer the magical realm.
Alas, that was not feasible, as the zombie titan could not fly, revealing a glaring shortcoming.
Bayou ascended the city walls to direct the undead in transporting the corpses of the magical beasts, stacking them neatly within the town's territorial bounds.
20 necromancers embarked on this lengthy task.
Among the powerful magical beasts, Bayou chose to directly summon some as bone beasts.
The assault on the fortress had not yielded many magical beasts, merely a little over 7,000, a number bolstered by the creatures from the dark forest and the frigid snow mountains.
Bayou estimated that the typical beast tide faced by a lord would range from 3,000 to 5,000 contingent upon various factors.
Glimpsing at the time she noted was 1:30.
At this hour, most lordly beast tides were nearing their conclusion.
Yet the world chat remained eerily silent.
Perhaps everyone was still basking in the joy of survival.
Or perhaps they were preoccupied with resource gathering.
The world chat's unusual stillness was palpable.
On son Shia Sha's end, Jon had already eradicated all the beast tides with the amassed skeletons granting him experience.
Most critically, two skeletal mages had pinned down a commander level beast, leading to its demise.
Consequently, Jon successfully ascended to commander level, aided by the beast hide and the double experience from night.
She was currently directing the skeletons to transport the corpses, while Sun Sha Sha wore a faint smile of relief within the fortress.
The distance between their fortresses was not great.
Yet, Sun Sha Sha as beast tide was considerably smaller, comprising only a little over 3,000 magical beasts, likely due to her greater distance from the snow mountain and her comparatively weaker strength.
Jon began leading the skeletons to transport the magical beast corpses back to Bayou's fortress, ensuring that some were left for Sunshow Sha.
The surplus totaling several hundred was not to be underestimated.
Standing at top the city walls, observing the industrious undead below, Bayou finally exhaled a sigh of relief.
Ah! Bayou gradually regained her original fair complexion.
It was finally over.
How exasperating it had been.
Chapter 83.
Submission and Alliance.
Part one.
By you pondered the reasons behind her prolonged torment.
What was typically a mere 20 minutes had inexplicably stretched to over 40.
This was indeed unusual, extraordinarily so.
Could it be that she had ascended two levels? Ah, she had guessed correctly.
She had indeed advanced two levels.
While her current attributes were formidable compared to ordinary leaders, they still pald in comparison to some of the more monstrous commanders.
She found herself at a moderately higher tier.
Insufficient attributes could be compensated for with superior equipment.
This wave of beasts was both an opportunity and a calamity.
For weaker lords, it might spell utter destruction.
Yet for the elite leaders, it presented a grand opportunity.
After the beast tied, if she did not encounter a leader of a higher caliber, Bayou felt unperturbed.
However, both sides were forbidden zones, and the number of formidable beings above the leader level was uncertain.
For now, Bayou had a biter time and refrained from being overly arrogant.
Was it not said that rewards would be granted after the beast tide concluded? Standing at top the city wall, Bayou surmised that most Lord's beast tides had likely ended by now.
It was already 2:00.
which monstrous beast hide would last for two hours.
She opened the systems leaderboard for a glance, noting that there remained merely 21 hours until the countdown concluded.
Bayou speculated that the rewards would be distributed only after the leaderboard timer expired.
Upon observing the leaderboard, she noted that many of the originally yellow names of lords had turned gray.
The first tier was nearly devoid of such names.
While from the second tier to the fifth, the number of greynamed lords increased significantly.
Without needing to think, it was evident that these were the deceased lords.
And the count was far more staggering than she had anticipated with a death rate nearing 70% in the fifth tier.
A glance revealed that over half of the lord's names were now gray.
In stark contrast, the first tier had virtually no gray names among its ranks.
The lords in the world chat began to come alive, celebrating their survival after the beast tied.
Middle parted youth.
Ha, I'm still alive.
Old eight, who would have thought that the last bowl 2 hours ago wasn't he truly the end? Big Mango, although most of my troops perished, at least I survived.
Dragon battle god, tremble, everyone.
You shall all be my foes from now on.
I am commencing the great war of the races.
Haha.
Fireflame Yin, is that guy up there foolish? By you cast a brief glance at the world chat, disregarding the frenzy of messages from the lords and prepared to retire for the night.
The corpses outside could be summoned by the necromancers at their leisure as they did not require slumber.
She had not forgotten to inquire about the origins of the destroyers while the ghouls were mute, rendering further inquiry unnecessary.
From Bayou's understanding, these destroyers and ghouls all hail from the dark forest, a realm rich in diverse species, teameming with various beasts and magical creatures, as well as some unfortunate advanced intelligent races seeking refuge within its shadowy depths.
The depths of the dark forest are steeped in mystery.
Even the destroyers remain unaware of what lies within, lingering only at the periphery.
It is undoubtedly the domain of a formidable powerhouse with a perilous level of danger, which is why it is deemed a forbidden zone by the weaker creatures.
Thus far, the destroyers have encountered no other undead apart from ghouls, leaving Bayu's aspirations for a windfall unfulfilled.
It appears entirely reasonable for the dark forest to harbor undead, as any discovery by major powers would not arouse suspicion.
Bayou felt it was time to explore the frigid snow mountain and the dark forest.
The air force was assigned to the snowcapped peaks.
Given the treacherous terrain unsuitable for the movements of the army's undead, the army's undead would venture to the outskirts of the dark forest to confront lesser commander level beings by meticulously redistributed tasks among the undead.
The air force would ascend the mountains while the army would navigate the forest, leaving some to assist the necromancers in summoning undead and transporting corpses.
Naturally, the lumberjacks and stone miners could not be idle.
As Bayou required substantial resources to upgrade the castle, and their diligence was essential, upholding the principle of resourcefulness, Bayou commanded the destroyers and ghouls to return to their former layers to commence relocation.
With over 200 commander level beings, it was inconceivable that they would depart without some share of assets to honor their efforts.
At this moment, Bayou had just entered his chamber and shed his trousers.
Unable to bear tossing them directly into the wardrobe, he resolved to wash them first.
In the kitchen, he gulped down several mouthfuls of water.
Excessive sweating had left him parched.
As he approached the bathroom, ready to cleanse his garments, he received a notification from his system.