With a whoosh, the fireball struck the nearly defeated goblin leader.
Goblin leader HP one.
Bayou was momentarily stunned but quickly regained his composure.
Old fool, are you trying to steal my kill? Bayou raised his hand, unleashing another black flame projectile.
With each use, he had grown increasingly proficient.
The black fireball soared towards the goblin mage, who remained fixated on his leader, contemplating how to liberate.
No, save his leader.
The goblin leader, his head tilted to one side, caught sight of the approaching black flame projectile, and with his remaining functional arm, tremulously pointed backward.
The goblin mage, filled with confusion, glanced back over his shoulder.
Startled, he discarded his staff and hastily scrambled away.
The goblin chief's pupils slowly widened in fear.
He thought to himself, "I merely asked you to hold your ground, yet you fled.
" The dark flame projectile successfully struck the near-death goblin chief.
"Congratulations to the lord for successfully slaying a level one chief goblin, earning 400 experience points, double drop rate.
A faint blue experience orb materialized above the goblin chief's corpse, drifting towards by you.
At last, it has perished.
A goblin is truly a goblin, only able to muster such feeble strength under the cover of night with its enhanced attributes.
As the experience or merged with by you, he felt his experience points surge beyond a critical threshold.
An upgrade is imminent.
Chapter 39.
Rest in peace, fellow villager.
A familiar sensation washed over by you once more as he had already taken a seed on the side, prepared for what was to come.
With the demise of the goblin chief, the remaining goblins were swiftly surrounded by the undead, leaving no threats to Bayou.
Why must every breakthrough unfold in such a manner? It is infuriating.
Yet all of this is in pursuit of strength for survival.
The fault lies not with me, but with this world.
It is all the fault of this wretched hierarchy.
Each time Bayou leveled up, he could not resist glancing at his attribute panel, reveling in the joy of his enhanced power.
Lord Bayou, his attributes surged, and he finally reached level 9, no longer merely a pawn.
Although his attributes were not the highest, his level certainly was.
Of course, aside from the imminent appearance of that commanding figure, the goblin chief met his end by you's execution of the dark flame bullet, transforming into an undead upon death, a bone beast goblin, Bayou hastily shook his head, sensing its inadequacy at first glance.
In fact, when comparing the goblin to the skeleton soldier, the latter possessed greater combat prowess.
Transforming into a bone beast would indeed be a loss.
Perhaps it is best to leave it to fate.
What if the corpse of the goblin chief summoned a commanding stone golem? Heii.
The black flames that once engulfed the goblin chief's corpse had already been extinguished by Bayou.
Wisps of black smoke emerged.
In a dark magic circle glowed beneath the goblin chief's remains.
A large wing surged forth from the circle, and upon seeing this by you felt a surge of joy.
Indeed, what one desires may come to be, it truly was a stone golem.
Bayou observed that the stone golem was unlike other undead.
It could not change form through promotion.
Perhaps it was limited to this singular form as by you as first commanding level intellect.
He was eager to inspect its attributes for a comparison with Arthur, thereby gaining a clearer understanding of Arthur's combat capabilities.
Stone golem, a strength of 60.
It is worth noting that Arthur at level seven possessed 70 points.
Is a stone golem weak? No.
Arthur is simply formidable.
After all, Arthur is a being capable of divinity.
How could he be compared to these ordinary undead? At that time, by you plan to have the stone golem enter the Blackwater altar for enhancement, potentially increasing each attribute by an additional five points.
The undead continued to multiply in number while the goblins dwindled.
The few remaining level 9 goblins, now joined by the commanding stone golem, soon reunited with their brethren.
At this moment, shrouded in mist, the endless eastern horizon began to reveal the sun's contours, ushering dawn upon the magical continent.
Bayou successfully eradicated the entire goblin tribe before the break of day.
With such a bounty of experience points, not only did Bayu ascend a level, but even Arthur, who was ruthlessly slaughtering in the skies, also leveled up.
The experience harvested from over a thousand goblins granted by Yu's undead army.
A monumental enhancement.
Bone dragon king Arthur.
Arthur also reached level 8 with a fixed attribute increase of 10 points per level, albeit without acquiring a new skill.
Nonetheless, he remained exceedingly strong.
After digesting this group of goblins by you felt that her strength could rank among the top 100 of all lords.
No.
Let us be more confident perhaps even the top 10.
Arthur have the other undead transport these goblin corpses to the nearest territory.
Once the bodies of these goblins entered the domain by you would summon them all using magic and then utilize the one-click decomposition and recycling function available within the territory.
This method would undoubtedly be much faster than summoning them while they drag their corpses back.
The goblin bodies needed to be piled together for by you summoning convenience.
And besides, this was outside the castle territory.
She felt no sense of security here.
At your command, esteemed queen, Arthur replied, beginning to direct the undead in the transportation of the goblin corpses.
By you, meanwhile, walked alone to the center of the battlefield, standing before the corpse of the goblin leader.
Decompose.
Congratulations, Lord.
You have obtained one commander level equipment, 20 magic crystals, and three spirit cores.
The commander level equipment was a large bone mace with a stat increase of five points in strength, an item that did not peak by US interest.
She casually tossed the weapon to a level 9 werewolf clad and sinister garb, instructing it to carry it back to the castle.
Picking up the magic crystals and spirit cores from the ground, she turned her gaze to the fallen goblin mage beside her.
Its staff was rudimentary, merely a wooden stick with a wrapped object at the top.
Upon inspection, Bayou discovered that it was in fact a spirit core.
Without hesitation, she pried the spirit core from the staff and discarded the wooden stick.
What gives you the right to wield such a thing? She mused.
Then an idea struck her.
She retrieved the discarded wooden stick and buried it in a small mound of earth.
Subsequently placing the stick at top the mound.
At that moment, the sun rose completely, marking the end of the long night on a magical continent, and by you welcomed the fourth day of her arrival.
The sunlight illuminated her somewhat tattered attire, casting a long shadow that perfectly covered the small mound she had just erected.
Rest in peace, fellow villager.
I have avenged you, and I will safeguard your legacy.
May you remember to search for your lost senses when you traverse to your next life.
Now, it was time to count the spoils.
Chapter 40.
unexpected gains by you meticulously extracted the magical cores from the staffs of all the goblin mages surrounding him, amassing a total of 17.
Elation overwhelmed him as he thought, "I am rich.
I am truly rich.
" He cast his gaze towards the goblins lair nearby, where he was certain a trove of treasures awaited.
However, the entrances to the caves nestled within the mountains were far too dimminionive for an ordinary undead to enter.
Only his skeletal soldiers could scour the interiors thoroughly.
The average skeletal soldier, slightly taller than a goblin, could easily navigate the confines.
The cavern of the goblin tribe, housing over a thousand of them, was indeed vast.
Bayou commanded 300 skeletal soldiers to venture inside, issuing the directive, "Bring forth everything that can be carried.