Pondering if the latter was about to willingly capitulate.

The situation soon stabilized and the fallen angels cease their assault.

The forest elves had suffered tremendous losses.

With several royal ones perishing, not to mention the ordinary elves.

Leelings stood across from Bayou, flanked by a cadre of fallen angels and other elves under her control.

while by you and the elven king face them.

The elves in the center appeared bewildered, uncertain of the unfolding events.

It seems you are a man of your word," remarked the elven king as he once again concentrated his remaining energy to present it to Bayou, who absorbed it.

With the systems detection in place, Bayou was well aware that the elven king had retained some reserve.

The replenished energy signified that he was no longer harboring ulterior motives.

You are indeed a clever individual, or rather an astute elf.

Bayou approached Lee Lings and briefly explained the circumstances, prompting a chuckle from her.

She realized that all the trouble she had orchestrated was in vain.

Had she known, she could have simply sent Bayou to intimidate the elven king from the outset.

Nonetheless, Leel Lingi bore no grudge regarding Bayou's dealings with the Elven King, for Bayou could have easily slain him and summoned him as an undead.

The Elven King's submission significantly bolstered Lee Lings's ranks, adding a highle royal to her forces, far surpassing her expectations.

This outcome was a resounding victory for both parties.

Under Bayu's watchful gaze, the elven king led the forest elves to pledge allegiance to Leelings, becoming an undercover ally within the entirety of the elven race in the sacred hall.

Splendid, this development would allow for further advancements into the mainland.

Leel Lingi felt elated.

Grateful for Bayou<unk>'s substantial assistance.

You may handle your matters now and address whatever needs addressing.

I shall take a stroll.

Bayou understood that Lee Lings would certainly have her own plans and arrangements, but those concerns were no longer her own.

The task had been accomplished, and aside from casting a single fireball, Bayou had hardly lifted a finger.

An hour later, Bayou and Lee Lingsy departed the forest elven kingdom, making their way back to the city of fallen angels.

As for the corpses, Bayou initially intended not to summon them.

But Lee Lings's warm insistence led to the summoning of five royal undead.

The level may be low, yet it is better than nothing.

As for the common sprites, Bayou has chosen not to pursue them, for this is their territory, and excessive greed may lead to unwelcome sentiments in a city of fallen angels.

Leelings has invited Bayou to dinner.

It is evident that she is genuinely delighted.

Bayou finds it difficult to decline as one cannot dampen another spirits.

What the next step for development? Seated on a chair, Bayou rests her chin on her hand, gazing at Leelings.

The Holy Temple is unlikely to mobilize the Sprite race just yet.

It is still possible to covertly control other Sprite factions or to expand into other races in land.

In any case, the current situation is far more advantageous than before.

With a smile, Lee Lingsy expresses her anticipation, sensing that the upcoming period will mark a significant peak in her development.

Chapter 334.

awaiting advancement in the palace on the night when Bayu returned to the city of the undead.

He was the last to arrive.

Both siblings had returned to the city, intending to report on the events of the day.

Unfortunately, they had yet to see Bayou.

The city of Leingi had gained an additional palace, suggesting that she had subdued a lord.

However, no other castles were in sight, leading Bayou to speculate that it was likely assistance from Du Yang that enabled her to establish a route to other great continents.

Bottle State, a realm of demons, darkness, and death.

Indeed, appeared to be a promising destination.

Upon entering the palace, Chunw eagerly exclaimed, "Boss, we managed a deal with a northern tribe in just one day.

" As she presented the tier of the tribe she held so soon, Bayou expressed his surprise and took the tier to absorb it.

Progress of the tier of the kingdom upgrade 14100.

The increase was minimal, something Bayou had anticipated.

This tribe was known as the drilling beast, a rare species with only a few low tier royal members, making their extermination effortless.

Bayou had constructed a subordinate barracks in Twin Cities, and notably, they had also acquired a unique tribal skill, digging.

This was not the typical earthshifting ability.

Rather, it involved channeling energy through their hands to excavate directly.

Bayou chose not to learn it, nor did his siblings, as even Xiao Yinua found it unimpressive.

The skill was simply somewhat difficult to articulate.

There were still two tribes to the north, albeit somewhat distant.

After eliminating the drilling beasts, "The night was growing late, prompting their return.

" "The drilling beast king was utterly cowardly, and we wasted too much time seeking it," Chunwell lamented, suggesting that their progress could have been swifter otherwise.

The drilling beast tribe had provided by you with five royal members to join the sweeping undead army in the north.

It's all right.

These minor tribes are merely supplementary.

It would be best to locate a kingdom.

Conquering numerous small tribes is far too troublesome, and I must hasten my pace.

By you thought, as he prepared for his imminent promotion to the royal tier, the city needed to reach its maximum level, and the upgrade progress of the tier of the kingdom required acceleration.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the siblings retreated to their respective quarters to rest.

The night passed without incident.

Meanwhile, in the vast expanse of Marshall State, a colossal volcano erupted violently.

The sky was obscured by volcanic ash laced with embers, forming a massive mushroom cloud as lava flowed slowly down its slopes, incinerating everything in its path.

Countless animals fled in terror, desperate to escape this perilous local.

Yet, a young man was seen approaching the volcano, moving resolutely in the opposite direction.

His youthful visage was striking with ice blue short hair, appearing no older than 15 or 16.

However, his expression bore an air of indifference, exuding a formidable presence, clad in black as if he were detached assassin.

The ground beneath his feet was momentarily coated in a thin layer of frost, only to be evaporated in an instant.

Suddenly, a luminous yellow glow emanated from his eyes, and a fiery red figure appeared before him.

It was a middle-aged man with a beard, his striking red hair cascading down in long locks, adorned with an open crimson vest that revealed his well-defined musculature.

Yet his body bore numerous scars, and in stark contrast to the boy's youthful visage, he resembled a seasoned warrior, battleh hardened and formidable.

At that moment, his disheveled appearance hinted at a restless temperament, which only subdued upon noticing the boy's presence.

"What brings you here?" the red-haired man barked, his voice rough and unrefined, lacking any semblance of courtesy.

"Uncle Baguar, I heard you fought with them and got injured.

" The boy inquired with genuine concern.

Do you think I'm not accustomed to injuries? They could never hope to kill me, scoffed the red-haired man, disdain etched upon his face.

Suddenly, he seemed to recall something bent down and wretched, expelling a circular crystal radiating a blue energy.

"Uncle, you.

" The boy's pupils constricted in an instant, grasping the reason behind the red-haired man's wounds.

"Take care of your family's belongings yourself.

I shall not safeguard them for you," the man retorted, tossing the blue crystal towards the boy, who quickly caught it.

"Come, I'll find a way to help you leave," Marshall state.

The red-haired man seized the boy's arm, intent on pulling him away, but the boy stood resolute.

The man looked at him in bewilderment.

"No, uncle, I will not leave.

I seek vengeance.

" The boy's gaze was unwavering, "I see yet filled with lethal intent.

Is it you?" A mere king level.

How preposterous.

I think your mind has frozen.

The red-haired man erupted into laughter, his irritation flaring as he turned to leave.

As the saying goes, good words cannot persuade a stubborn ghost.

"Suit yourself, should you perish.