Accumulating points as the two necromancers entered the portal.
Bayou resumed her endeavors.
Given the substantial population base of the lords and her burgeoning reputation, a mere handful of lords reaching out to her would result in a remarkable surge in her points.
Other powerful lords eager to amass points began to emulate by us approach vying for business in the global chat.
A tempest of support for lords to vanquish the traitors swept through the ranks of numerous lords.
Though the traitors were engulfed in fear and fury, they found themselves powerless, left only to rely upon the local forces they had allied with.
Unable to form a coalition, the traitors were at a distinct disadvantage compared to the lords.
The castle of the lord known as angry three cups of nuclear waste is situated within a gorge perched upon the mids slope of towering cliffs with a black hawk as his unit.
It was through the prowess of his units that this lord discovered the stronghold of the traitors.
Although while maintaining the secrecy of his own castle-es location, this middle-aged lord had never allied with others.
And now witnessing the arrival of a formidable figure, he yearned to ascertain the extent of his own shortcomings in comparison.
Inside the portal grand hall, glimmers of light flickered as the waiting middle-aged man beheld a gaunt figure cloaked in black robes, clutching a staff.
Emerging from within, a sight that sent a chill down his spine.
How could this esteemed figure appear so unsettling? The middle-aged man felt a pang of apprehension, still hoping for the appearance of the Lord S units, but the portal s radiance soon dimmed.
He had not anticipated that this esteemed figure would arrive alone, lacking even a unit, displaying such confidence against an opponent of leader rank.
Where the traitors, croaked the necromancer, their voice raspy as if it had not been used for years.
At the gorge's apex, the middle-aged man had barely finished speaking when the necromancer disregarded him, soaring toward the gorge's end.
The fact that the necromancer could fly was no surprise to him.
As he had learned flight as his first skill due to the nature of his units with wings sprouting from his back, he took to the skies, following the necromancer.
Why did this esteemed figure seem so different from his expectations? appearing so frail, could they truly contend with a leader rank? At the gorgees terminus stood a gray fortress.
Yet the necromancer detected no signs of local forces nearby, a concern that did not weigh on by US mind.
The distance between the two castles was uncertain, and Bayou had no inclination to concern herself with the local forces, as they bore no relevance to her.
The traitor lord was a woman in her 30s.
Still possessing an alluring charm, commanding a creature with a human head and a bird's body.
The necromancer, endowed with human intellect, would not complicate matters unnecessarily.
Destroying the castle's crystal would suffice.
The protective barrier surrounding the castle was shattered by a skeletal spike from the necromancer, startling the soldiers and traitors within the fortress.
They surged out to witness two humanoid figures in the sky.
The traitor's forces launched an assault against the necromancer, only to be obliterated in an instant by the release of the bone domain.
A gasp escaped the leading lord's lips.
Astonished that the enemy was dispatched so swiftly.
The traitorous lady was taken back.
Realizing her imminent doom, this was a royal level adversary.
The necromancer destroyed the castle's crystal and successfully eliminated the traitor.
Additionally, her fallen soldiers were resurrected as undead, numbering a mere 300.
The necromancer returned with the undead, leaving the leading lord alone, bewildered in the wind.
Among the 300 undead, the lord recognized many of the same types as the necromancer, indicating that this was not the esteemed individual themselves, but merely one of their minions.
Truly, this was a formidable presence.
In the Black Swan Lord's Castle, another necromancer had arrived.
This location was a lush primordial forest, abundant with towering ancient trees.
The Lord, a woman in her 20s, commanded a faction of goblins.
Yet, the necromancer observed that their numbers were sparse, likely due to the recent war against the traitor.
This forest was the territory of the Centaur tribe, to whom the traitor had allied.
The woman resided at the periphery of their domain, ultimately falling victim to the traitor's discovery.
The traitor sought to eliminate the lord for points.
As not all traitors were pitiable, many, like this one, sought refuge by aligning with local powers.
The woman personally guided the necromancer deeper into the forest, navigating its intricate terrain, which could not be easily articulated with mere gestures.
She understood this was merely a minion of the great being.
for she had just been explaining the situation to Bayou when the necromancer arrived, although she did not inquire why only a single minion was dispatched.
She firmly believed in its formidable strength.
This way, she directed the necromancer, soon leading them across a river where the trees grew sparser until an open glade emerged, revealing a brown castle constructed of wood.
The Lord's forces comprised a group of female centators whose intoxicating presence rendered the male centators disoriented, elevating her status just beneath their chief.
She explained that the combat capabilities of these female centators were not formidable, which accounted for her ability to contend with the goblins.
Had it been the brutish male centators, she would have perished long ago.
Within the castle, the female centators roamed freely, unrestrained, often followed by a throng of admirers.
Nevertheless, the castle was heavily guarded by the male centators as it pertained to their trib's developmental ambitions.
The necromancer listened intently to the woman's narration and soon beheld a female centaur emerging from the castle.
This centaur possessed the upper body of an exquisitely beautiful woman adorned with short brown hair, slender limbs, and a hint of muscular definition.
While her lower half resembled that of a white horse, though these female centators might be enchanting, their peculiar hybrid form did not conform to human aesthetics.
However, the necromancer remained indifferent.
His interest lays solely in acquiring information to report back to Bayou regarding the local factions and their races.
With a flourish of his wand, a massive bone spike suddenly erupted from the centaur's abdomen, piercing through her body.
She then ascended into the sky, hurtling toward the castle ahead.
The traitor and the centators within the castle had scarcely the opportunity to resist before being impaled by the myriad of bone spikes unleashed by the necromancer, transforming them into the undead.
The woman gasped, covering her mouth in astonishment.
Having encountered a royal entity and possessing knowledge of realms, she realized that this formidable figure commanded an authentic royal tier unit.
If her own forces had already attained such a level, what did that imply for her own capabilities? The thought sent a shiver through her.
The disparity in their development was overwhelmingly daunting.
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Point Surge, leading by a wide margin within the castle.
Bayou diligently continued her affairs as the two necromancers gradually returned.
One of them relayed intelligence about the centaur race.
This prompted Bayou to ponder a philosophical question.
with a centaur maidens conceived in a human womb or a horses.
The necromancer found itself at a loss for an answer for it too was uncertain.
Bayou gazed at her points which had already soared to 11.
The two lords she had dealt with were ranked in the fourth and fifth tiers respectively.
It seemed that the majority of the traitors were indeed of the weaker variety.
Yet one could not entirely blame them as they were born amidst local powers and could not aspire to strength.
Bayou maintained her position at the pinnacle of the rankings.
While the second ranked trader had plummeted to third place, she had withdrawn from the alliance, spending her day engaging in private conversations with other lords and systematically eliminating traitors.
At most, she dispatched two necromancers at a time, as she herself, along with her lich, had never ventured forth.
At this stage, unless a trader from the first tier could utilize their troops to stall a king-level foe, it was evident that there were no traitors among the first tier that Bayou had observed.
As for the traitors from other tiers, a king- level necromancer could effortlessly dispatch them.
Moreover, the necromancers had no fear of overwhelming tactics.
As night fell, Bayou had successfully eliminated six traitors through her method, bringing her points to a remarkable 26, establishing a 10-point lead over the second place.
During intervals, the necromancers remained unoccupied as the time required to eliminate a traitor ranged from half an hour to 3 hours.
They also returned with over a thousand undead, augmented by the resources by you acquired from defeating enemy lords.
She was reaping bountiful rewards.
Although others attempted to emulate her success, they lacked her renown.
Furthermore, Lord Zone Bayou had assisted inadvertently revealed her formidable prowess.
She possessed a king- level unit.
This revelation astonished other lords who had not anticipated that such a powerful figure as Bayu truly wielded king level strength, thus validating the authenticity of the king level equipment sold to the marketplace.
With her strength and reputation, Bayou became the preferred choice among the lords.
However, not every lord faced a life-threatening situation posed by traitors.
Some sought to leverage their own capabilities to eliminate traitors for points.
And despite the presence of competing lords, Bayou had never expected a multitude of challengers.
Even a few contenders would suffice.
During a moment of boredom, Bayou perused the world chat and encountered an overconfident lord who upon teleporting failed to vanquish a traitor and instead met his own demise, inadvertently exposing the location of his allied lord's castle.
This lord proceeded to curse his ancestors in the chat for a whole hour.