Moreover, the odds were against acquiring formidable units such as a bone dragon, a phantom dragon, or a zombie titan.

In the presence of these two lords, he could not afford to bolster his own abilities.

How frustrating was to be in such a dilemma.

Even a level six commander, regardless of its form, would surpass an ordinary tier, quickly decompose it, or get Yang, who was perplexed by Bai Bayu's fixation on the wolflike creature.

By him a glare, beneath the massive corpse of the frost magic wolf, a gray magic circle materialized, enveloping the body entirely.

Both Yong and Lia stared at Bayou in confusion.

What was he planning to do? Desecrate the corpse? Was this some peculiar affinity of the powerful? But soon their astonishment reached new heights as a gaunt robed figure emerged from the gray circle wielding a staff.

Even the most naive among them recognized that this entity had been summoned from the deceased wolf-like creature.

Yilyang<unk>s thoughts raced.

How could this be possible? I must report this cheating.

Lja, relieved that the wolf's body remained, realized that as a second tier lord, he possessed alternative methods for summoning troops.

Yet witnessing such prowess from a first tier powerhouse was enlightening, revealing the vast chasm that separated their ranks.

He vowed never to boast again.

It was evident that second place would always remain second.

Meanwhile, Bayou was elated, having unexpectedly summoned a lich.

Initially, he had no desire to reveal his capability from mass summoning.

But with the urgency to divide the spoils, he couldn't let this corpse go to waste.

As a commendable socialist youth of the 21st century, he believed in maintaining fundamental trust among people.

After all, they had contributed significantly without their assistance.

While you could not have faced the frost magic wolf alone, especially with a horde of its minions still lurking, the lich intended to bow to Bayou, but mere glance from him halted its motion.

As a sensient being, it comprehended by us as command to assist.

The ongoing battle among the three lords troops had yet to conclude, and Bayou urged the lich to lend its aid promptly.

Approaching the corpse of the frost magic wolf, Bayou prepared to decompose it, aware that his companions could hardly contain their impatience.

They were clearly inexperienced, though Bayou had little exposure to such matters himself.

Nonetheless, he couldn't help but internally critique them.

Bayou's hand deafly pressed the decompose button on the system interface.

In an instant, the Frost magic wolf's body vanished, and Bayou receive a notification from the system.

Congratulations, Lord, on successfully decomposing the level six commander level frost magic wolf's body.

You have obtained a complete set of frost armor for four, 100 servings of elite food, 100 magic crystals, and three spirit cores.

As Bayu gazed at a plethora of items scattered within the ice, she approached, igniting flames in her hands to retrieve two pieces of equipment from the frozen enclosure.

These two pieces belong to me.

The remainder you may divide among yourselves, she declared, striding towards the frostladen cave.

The ensemble was of little interest to her, merely a few litter grade items.

Not wishing to lag behind, Yilyang and L J hastily completed their share of the spoils and followed in by us wake fearing her swift advance.

Yangustan took three spirit cores and one piece of equipment, leaving the remaining piece along with elite food and magic crystals to Lia with a fireball illuminating her path.

Bayou ventured deeper into the cave.

After only a few steps, she encountered a fork in the path, two straight tunnels on either side, and a downward slope directly ahead, where the ground was entirely smooth ice, reminiscent of a slide from her past life.

Drawing from her experience raiding the werewolf castle, Bayou was certain there were treasures below and boldly descended the icy slide.

Cold Jia and Yilong, having just caught up, exchanged a knowing glance and split to the left and right, trusting to luck in their exploration, Bayou slid down for about 3 minutes, arriving at the end of the slope to find a scene akin to a bunker.

The entrance was set against a wall 1 m high, and the ground beneath her feet was no longer icy, but rather a flat stone surface.

Bayou surveyed the corridor, noting that every 5 m, a fire pit blazed, illuminating the surroundings.

It was evident this space was constructed by human hands.

Surprised at the scene within the frost cave, Bayou leaped down from the entrance and began to traverse the corridor.

If the bunker was sufficiently expansive, the two upper tunnels would likely lead to this very place.

She needed to quickly seek out treasures.

Just as Bayu passed a doorway, a massive fireball surged towards her.

Fortunately, she remained vigilant and reacted swiftly, conjuring a shadow barrier to block the assault.

As the flames dissipated, she beheld two fire magic wolves, surprisingly unaccompanied by their leader.

The flames from the side pits instantly transformed into two black fire dragons, soaring forth to annihilate the wolves in an instant.

"How audacious to ambush me, even if you are but ordinary," Byou scoffed, glancing around the chamber without spotting anything of value before turning to leave.

Navigating through the twists and turns, she encountered several more forks in the path, nearly losing her way.

Along her journey, she faced additional fire magic wolves and Fenra, all of whom fell before her with ease.

The leader grade foes were likely above.

While this area was merely teeming with the ordinary, after much wandering, she finally spotted a staircase ascending at a nearby junction, sensing an unusual aura emanating from it.

There must be something of worth there.

Upon arriving at the staircase around the corner, Bayou gazed upward, where a wooden dome door loomed above.

The flames and the brazers flanking the door had long since extinguished, casting a dim light from below.

Bayou ascended the steps to the wooden door, igniting the two brazers with a flick of the wrist.

Taking a deep breath, Bayou forcefully kicked the door open.

A cloud of dust accompanied by a musty decaying odor rushed toward him while the door latch shattered beneath his foot.

The interior was shrouded in darkness, prompting by you to toss a small fireball for illumination.

Ensuring there were no lurking dangers, the feeble glow instantaneously illuminated the room, revealing its contents to Bayou, he discerned a stone chair directly opposite him, upon which sat a skeletal figure clad in armor, fixating its gaze upon him.

Chapter 92.

The deceased general of the human race by you was taken aback, immediately associating the sight with the undead.

But why should she fear the undead? Soon she discerned that it was nothing more than a long deadad individual.

Reduced to a mere skeleton, relieved after the false alarm, Bayou ventured further, illuminating her path with a fireball.

Her little shoes left a thick imprint on the ground, a testament to the years devoid of life that this place had experienced.

Curiosity peaked.

She wondered whether the creatures of these caverns ever dared to intrude.

Still somewhat apprehensive, Bayou approached the skeleton to inspect it closely, confirming it posed no threat.

To her surprise, she discovered a letter nestled within the armor.

Its presence unremarkable to someone accustomed to skeletons.

With a steady hand, she retrieved the letter.

Upon unfolding it, she noticed the parchment was considerably yellowed with age.

The ink in some areas nearly illeible.

One hand held the flickering flame for illumination, while the other perused the letter.

To his majesty, King Gatada, your most loyal subordinate has now spent 12 years in the frigid snowy mountains.

Yet that coveted item remains elusive, disappointing you greatly.

Here, I have encountered wewolves at top the mountains, goblins from the kingdom of the gnomes, and even demons.

My encounters with the demonic race summoned forth a frost dragon, and I was gravely injured in the ensuing battle.

My life hanging by a thread, I led the surviving soldiers to take refuge in a frosty cave within the snowy mountains.

Then one day, the arrival of the knights of the holy court offered a glimmer of hope.

I immediately dispatched all soldiers to seek out the knights.

Alas, who would have thought that there would be a spy from the demon race within the holy court.

All my soldiers perished, save for one unfortunate soldier who fell from a cliff yet miraculously survived, bringing word of our plight to me.

I pinned this letter in the hope of relaying our message back to the empire.

But the demons of the snowy mountains are relentlessly pursuing me, rendering my hopes nearly extinguished.

From the letter by you surmise the unfortunate fate of the writer.

The message never reached its destination, and the individual met their demise here, transforming into a mere skeleton.

It was evident that the Gata Empire was a human faction, and the attire of the skeleton suggested a general or the like.

What relevance does this hold for me? I am but a weakling.

Furthermore, as a lord, I belong to a foreign race.

The fiercer the conflict among local factions, the greater the advantage for us.

Indeed, Bayou tucked the letter away, considering the possibility of future encounters with this empire where she might present the letter.

This could incite discord among the Gata Empire, the Holy Court, the demons, and the angels.

Ideally, it would lead to a grand confrontation, dear departed soul.

You have languished in death for many years.

Allow me to harness the remnants of your legacy.

I shall seize your inheritance without hesitation.

Bayou stripped the armor from the skeleton, and it was evidently a valuable find.