As for the other necromancer and the lich, they would naturally remain stationed at by Yu's own castle.

for the security of the stronghold was paramount.

By you perched upon her griffin cast a glance at the spoils acquired from vanquishing Yilong, a unique architectural blueprint for a bloodpool and a blood clan core alongside a collection of mundane treasures.

The peculiar structure held little utility intended solely for summoning vampires.

However, the BloodClan core piqued her interest as it possessed the capability to transform humans into vampires, albeit lacking the esteemed bloodline of Yelong.

Was this a collection of gifts for vampires? Bayou contemplated momentarily, deciding to store it in her warehouse for future consideration.

She mused that it was unlikely any reasonable person would desire to become a vampire.

Perhaps for the weaker lords, it might present a temptation.

But Bayou was resolute in her decision not to allow Son Xiao Shao and Xiao Lianua to succumb to vampireism.

Chapter 172.

The afflicted soul by you soared through the sky on his griffin.

Departing from the Bay Mountain Range and venturing deep into the vast grasslands.

From his elevated perch, he gazed down upon the endless expanse of the prairie, spotting remnants of several dwarven fortresses he had previously vanquished.

It was unclear what these fortifications were guarding.

resembling small enclaves of dwarves.

As Bayu delved deeper into the terrain, the number of these fortresses increased.

After flying northward for over two hours, the silhouette of a city gradually emerged in his view.

The traitor was located to the northwest of the dwarven stronghold.

Bayou descended from the heights, opting to approach on foot.

The griffin's visibility from above made it an easy target for detection by the dwarf below.

Cloaked in an oversized black robe, Bayou descended like a spectre, his dark elemental energies swirling around him, allowing for a gradual and smooth landing.

The griffin, obeying Bayou's command, circled around to the traitor's castle from a distance, prepared to assist him.

Bayou's gaze fell upon the distant dwarven city.

His curiosity peaked as it marked his first encounter with the citystates of this magical land.

However, the distance obscured his view, revealing only that the city was perched at top a hillic surrounded by towering walls of white stone enveloped by a transparent protective barrier.

A moat encircled the city with the gate spanning the water while the outside lay desolate, say for a few patrolling dwarves at top the walls.

The laxity of their defenses seemed apparent, likely due to the city's remote location.

The architecture bore resemblance to ancient fortifications.

albeit with a distinct style.

Bayou noted that as he approached the city, the number of dwarven fortresses increased, indicative of the dwarves defensive strategy.

Numerous outposts surrounding the central stronghold.

Bayou couldn't help but admire the relentless initiative of the specters who had managed to locate him from such a distance, showcasing their boundless endurance.

Lowering the brim of his hood to obscure his features, he vanished from sight.

To the northwest of the dwarven city lay a modest castle situated upon the grasslands and still some distance from stronghold.

Surrounding this castle and the dwarven city was an endless stretch of prairie.

Yet at this moment a throng of dwarves gathered outside the castle, seemingly awaiting something.

Bayou approached from behind the castle, using its outer wall as cover to observe the assembly of dwarves.

He quickly discerned that this castle was of a low tier, causing a sense of dismay to wash over him.

The castle's rank suggested that its lord was likely of the fifth tier.

Nevertheless, a point is still a point, and even the smallest of creatures is flesh.

Peering out towards the dwarves congregated at the castle's entrance.

By you estimated there were around 30 of them.

Several hitching posts were erected nearby, tethering the beasts or steeds that had brought them here.

Most astonishingly, he spotted a dwarven figure clad in armor standing at the entrance.

Collecting tolls, Bayu was momentarily takenback, bewildered by the peculiar scene before him.

At that moment, a dwarf emerged from the castle, wearing a satisfied expression as he greeted the surrounding dwarves, making his way to the tethered horses, preparing to ride away.

The group of dwarves chattered incessantly, and by you, concealed nearby, could hardly discern their words.

Having observed the area upon her arrival, she noted that no dwarves were approaching.

Yet, she hesitated and glanced back, confirming the absence of any.

Without delay, Bayou swiftly unleashed her frost domain.

The dwarves at the castle entrance upon catching sight of the figure clad in black robes were instantly ins snared by the chilling frost.

A human mage.

The armored dwarf outside the castle was takenback, incredulous that a human mage could possibly appear here.

Bayou's attire and frost magic were indeed misinterpreted by the dwarves as a sign of a human mage after the armored dwarf gasped in astonishment.

He succumbed to despair as he was encased in ice.

These dwarves were nothing but ordinary and by US domain obliterated them in an instant.

Over 30 dwarves along with their mounts were transformed into exquisite ice sculptures.

Retracting her domain, Bayou strode into the castle, the shattered ice remnants behind her falling silent.

The dwarves having uttered not a single cry as they became mere fragments.

Upon entering the castle, Bayou found the courtyard desolate and uninhabited.

She pushed open the door to enter the castle.

Just then, a dwarf descended from the upper floor, and Bayou promptly encased him in ice.

Passing by his lifeless body, she ascended the stairs.

The second floor consisted of neatly arranged rooms on either side.

And at that moment, a woman emerged from one of the open chambers with golden hair, blue eyes, and a delicate visage, yet clad in somewhat tattered garments that seemed too small for her.

She boreed ears.

In an instant, Byu recalled a name, the elven race.

The elf, her eyes swollen and red, limped down the stairs, her expression devoid of emotion, resembling a spectre.

Bayou's countenance darkened, a foreoding sensation rising within her.

Continuing onward, Bayou soon found the corridor resonating with sounds of disgrace.

She knew without a doubt the purpose of the dwarf's presence.

The muffled sounds from a nearby room piqued her interest.

It was evident that the lord of this castle resided within.

With a swift kick, Bayou flung the door open, revealing a dwarf kneeling there.

With a flick of a wrist, an ice spear pierced through the dwarf, freezing him solid.

His body collapsed to the ground, and by you gaze fell upon a human woman, approximately 20 years old, hailing from the land of cherry blossoms.

Around her neck hung a collar attached to a chain, restricting her movements to the confines of the bed.

What a disgraceful fate akin to that of livestock.

these wretched dwarfs.

Upon witnessing the dwarf's demise, she immediately bent over the edge of the bed, wretching violently.

Then, upon seeing the figure in black robes, she instinctively shielded herself with a nearby garment.

"Thank you.

Thank you," she stammered, her face flushed with an unhealthy hue, as the realization dawned upon her that the figure before her was the one who had slain the dwarf.

Yet her face remained ashen, and she was oblivious to when this torment would cease.

She could not even bring herself to contemplate suicide.

What was her name? A melodious female voice emerged from the dark robe, slightly easing her vigilance, causing the swollen eyes to well with tears once more.

"I am Borujier.

I implore you, please in my life.

" The woman in a fit of emotion tugged at the chains around her neck, producing a clattering sound as she struggled desperately.

Bayou observed the scene before her, feeling a tumult of emotions.

The castle's crystal was the very essence of the Lord's life.

Here she was now coerced into betrayal, a tragic lord in her own right.

Bayou realized that all the traitors she had encountered were driven by desperation.

with scarcely any voluntarily submitting to the local powers.

She now understood that rather than deliberately targeting the traitors, the system was in fact aiding them in their liberation.

Witnessing her plight was a torment worse than death itself.

I have come to set you free.

Do not fear your going home.

Chapter 173.

intelligence on the Firebeard clan.