The werewolf screeched, its sharp voice echoing as it crouched, preparing to lunge at Bayou.

With a flick of his fingers, Bayou provocatively beckoned an apparent taunt.

In that instant, he unleashed his magic.

The two fire basins erupted into roaring flames, and two fire dragons surged forth, engulfing the werewolf before him.

Only when the aroma of roasted flesh filled the air did Bayou extinguished the flames, restoring the basins to their previous flickering state.

The charred carcass of the werewolf lay motionless on the ground as Bayu stepped over it and entered the chamber.

This room was spacious, distinctly arranged from the others, featuring a rudimentary bed constructed of stone, layered with earth, straw, and several animal hides at top.

This must be the layer of the werewolf chief.

Was the female werewolf his mate? Bayou began to rumage through the room, but after a fruitless search, disappointment washed over him.

Was this chief truly so impoverished as to possess nothing of worth? Reluctantly, Bayou exited the chamber, continuing his ascent until he reached the top floor.

The uppermost level housed a solitary room where icy winds poured in through the windows.

In a thin layer of snow blanketed the floor in the heart of the castle by you discovered a towering stone pillar, its apex adorned with a crystal radiating a crimson glow.

What could this object be? Approaching the crystal, a system prompt emerged and by you eagerly clicked on it.

Discovery of the werewolf castle crystal.

Would you like to decompose it immediately? The mention of a castle crystal illuminated by you's understanding.

This artifact must be the very core of the castle.

If Bayu were to decompose it, the castle would surely vanish in a thin air.

Returning to the first floor, Bayou was incredulous that such a grand castle could lack treasures, wondering how it could possibly be poorer than the goblin tribe.

Upon reaching the ground level, Bayou found several gargoyles busily transporting numerous boxes, their origins a mystery.

Curiously, Bayou inquired a nearby gargoyle which pointed toward a corner of the hall.

Following the indication, Bayou discovered a hidden staircase leading downwards.

Descending the steps revealed a vast chamber, three of its stone walls adorned with passageways, all constructed from stone and blanketed by a thick layer of ice.

The presence of a basement reinforced with ice seemed rather extraordinary for these weirwolves.

Bayou paused, realizing this must be the storage area for their supplies.

On the first floor, Bayou began to inspect the boxes.

Food, magic crystals, food, furs, spirit cores.

The majority of the boxes contain provisions stored underground for convenience along with two boxes of magic crystals and one box of spirit cores.

However, the containers for the magic crystals and spirit cores were significantly smaller than those for food, and the spirit cores were not in a complete box.

Mingled with other odds and ends that thewolves likely deemed valuable, but he did not scrutinize them closely.

The castle structure was predominantly stone and naturally the storage area was no exception.

Soon the gargoyles had transported all the boxes outside.

Take these boxes back to the castle.

You follow me.

Bayou commanded the gargoyless to return the supplies first, leading one of the gargoyless towards the uppermost level.

Once more, Bayou stood before the crystal.

Decompose.

Congratulations, Lord.

You have successfully decomposed the werewolf castle crystal, earning 10 0000 wood, 20 0000 stone, and 5 0000 iron ingots.

At the moment by you clicked to decompose, the castle abruptly vanished, transforming into a plethora of wood, stone, and iron ingots scattered across the ground.

A fierce blizzard surged from all directions toward Bayou, who fortunately managed to grasp the gargoyle and soar into the air.

Few, I knew it.

Bayou had anticipated this outcome.

The gargoyle gently descended and Bayou immediately commanded the undead to begin collecting the materials strewn about, directing them to transport the bounty back to the castle.

However, the scattered materials posed a logistical challenge for transportation and by you could only await the return of the gargoyles carrying the recently delivered boxes.

At the very least, this would expedite the process.

The night has fallen.

The severe weather at top the snowcapped mountains rendered by you unable to discern the time of day.

She recalled that it had already been dark upon her arrival at the castle.

Now surrounded by a raging blizzard and enveloped in darkness, she had utterly lost her sense of direction.

Once Bayou had ensured that the undead had nearly completed the transportation of supplies, she resolved to venture deeper into the heart of the snowcapped mountains with Shiaoing.

From what Bayou understood, the mightiest being in the frigid mountains was the frost dragon with the angels and the holy knights having departed.

By you felt a sense of security.

Shiaoing le forth.

Chapter 72.

The lord's serendipitous encounter.

As by you prepared for takeoff, a notification from the system caught her attention.

She opened it.

Jiao's orphan boss.

I have successfully refined 10,000 pieces of equipment and sent them your way.

Impressed by the swiftness, Bayou had initially expected a delay until midnight.

However, since she was currently outside, she could not access the marketplace and would have to wait until her return.

Crab yellow fortress.

Okay, I am presently outside.

I will list them as soon as I return to the castle.

Xiao Inshua could hardly fathom that Bayou was not within the castle at such a late hour.

Did the boss typically grind monsters and level up at night? The disparity between them was indeed considerable.

Although the vicinity of Xiao Liu's castle posed little danger at night, it still intimidated her enough to keep her indoors.

The nighttime doubled attributes were reserved for those lords possessing courage, strength, and opportunity.

However, Xiao Yiani's concerns were unwarranted.

Bayou was merely delayed by her late departure.

With determination, Bayou embarked on her journey.

Little ice carried her into the skies while the gargoyless and bone dragons followed suit, leaving behind a few undead, busy gathering materials and ventured deeper into the snowy mountains.

The blizzard intensified, and Byu found herself struggling against the fierce winds and snow, pressing her body against little ice to minimize wind resistance.

In the heart of the snow-covered peaks, not a sliver of moonlight pierced the darkness, rendering Bayou unable to discern her surroundings.

As she lay on Little Ice's back, she tilted her head to gaze downward.

And as they soared over a mountain, she spotted a creature at top its summit, its eyes glowing ominously red.

Due to the luminous eyes, by you could only discern that they belonged to a creature.

But unlike the undead and little ice, it could see clearly even in the dark.

In fact, under such conditions, Little Ice's prowess would be enhanced.

What could it be? Bayou knew that Little Ice must have perceived the figure.

This was its domain, and none knew it better than it did.

The Fenri, a creature that roams only at night, resides within the snowy mountains, and possesses minimal intelligence.

Judging by little Ice's demeanor, it seemed unconcerned about the creature, suggesting it posed no threat, and by you refrain from inquiring further.

In this harsh mountainous terrain, the question of danger at night could be set aside.

The dreadful weather alone was enough to deter any creatures attempting to ascend.

Bayou quietly rested on Little Ice S back, awaiting their arrival at the destination.

Little Ice S speed surpassed that of Arthur, possessing superior attributes compared to Arthur and the other bone dragons, further enhanced by the environment of the Snowy Mountains, allowing them to move rapidly to expedite their journey.

Bayou instructed Little Eyes to leave the other undead behind, with only Arthur trailing closely.

Waiting for the slower gargoyles would have been an agonizing endeavor.

With a powerful surge, the duo of dragon figures, large and small, cut through the dark skies above the snowclad mountains.

Even at such a brisk pace, they flew for over 2 hours, underscoring the vastness of the snowy expanse.

Throughout the journey, Bayou kept a vigilant eye on the system clock, noting that it was now approaching 9:00 in the evening.

As the speed of shouting diminished, Bayou realized that they were finally approaching their destination.

After enduring over two hours of torment, Bayou could finally descend.

Master, there are people below.

Shiaoing immediately spotted dozens of figures scurrying below, rummaging through the snow for the corpses of werewolves.

The frozen bodies of the werewolves that had been retrieved lay discarded nearby, seemingly prepared for transport.

How could a frail human lift a werewolf's corpse with ease? This was far from the human race, as Shiaoing understood it.

Bayou was taken aback.

How could there be people in such harsh weather? Knights of the Holy Court.