Below, a robust black beast pulled a cart constructed from thatch and timber, creaking ominously as if it might collapse at any moment.

Inside the cart were none other than the prince of the goblin kingdom, Lethoda, and his beloved, the little sorceress, Lady Mary.

The confined space amplified unpleasant odors, causing Mary to gag repeatedly as she focused intently on the outside world, striving to breathe in the fresh air.

This was her first departure from that basin since her arrival.

Her heart felt heavy with oppression, and she was acutely aware of her inability to escape.

Yet she sees this chance merely to clear her mind.

Despite her affliction, whatever cerebral impairment she bore, she could never truly come to love an unsightly goblin.

She was merely a victim of circumstance.

Before her arrival, she had been scorned by all, unable to find work, and bullied by rogues.

However, upon arriving here, she found herself enveloped in an unprecedented respect.

Even if the goblins regarded her with disdain, it mattered little.

She had Lethoda to rely upon and her future promised a position of immense power within the goblin kingdom.

"Dear Mary, the kingdom lies just ahead.

We shall arrive shortly.

Those lowly peasants will surely prostrate themselves in excitement upon seeing you.

" Lethod remarked with a smile, "Having once been fortunate enough to serve as an envoy to human cities, where he absorbed some of their culture, igniting his fascination with Mary.

" Unlike other goblins, Lethoda did not emit a cacophony of cackles, nor did he share his female goblins with others.

Most importantly, he possessed the knowledge to win the favor of the goblin king despite his apparent inadequacies.

These were lessons gleaned from humanity.

"Mm," Mary replied nonchalantly, her mind elsewhere.

At that moment, her gaze caught sight of a colossal skeletal dragon soaring across the sky.

Immediately a cacophony erupted outside.

Enemy attack.

Enemy.

A goblin s warning faltered abruptly.

Panic washed over Mary while Lethod sprang from the cart at once.

The once dominant flyers that had been the goblin knights now lay fallen.

Their charred corpses wafting a meteoroma as they plummeted to the ground.

A skeletal dragon and a phantom dragon flanked Lethod and Mary, encircling them.

Lethoda remained unperturbed, though all his guards had perished in an instant.

As the eldest son of the goblin king, he was of noble blood and possessed royal might.

Had he not been preoccupied with courting Mary, he would have surely noticed the presence of the undead.

From the shadows of the skeletal dragon, emerged, shun foam, his expression cold as he regarded Lethoda and the cart behind him.

"Do not hide, Lord of the Cart.

You must be the little sorceress," he called out.

Hearing his voice, Mary lifted the curtain, revealing the man before her.

"My lord," she exclaimed, "do not fear, Mary.

I shall protect you from these mere specters.

" He reassured her.

The creature known as remained utterly oblivious to the presence of what it deemed mere specters, unaware that they were both of royal caliber.

In its initial assessment, it was convinced that any entity identified as an outsider could not possibly possess royal status, leading its mind to forego any elaborate contemplation.

A spectre? You are the lord of the undead.

Upon hearing this, Mary was rendered speechless.

She was well aware of the formidable power wielded by the lord of the undead through the world's discourse.

She had assumed that there existed an insurmountable distance between herself and such a being, thus refraining from mentioning it too.

Yet only a few days had passed, and here they were in close proximity.

How astonishingly small the world seemed.

Go.

Chinfong did not engage in further discourse with them, merely intent on ensuring their survival.

The domain of the skeletal dragon, ablaze with infernal flames, erupted forth instantly as it lowered its head and unleashed a breath of dragon fire upon.

The latter was momentarily bewildered, questioning how this could possibly involve a royal entity.

It quickly turned back only to witness the encroaching spectral flames of the ghostly dragon and the imminent death rays converging upon it.

Both were indeed of royal standing with a thunderous crash.

The twin assaults of the dragon struck, neither dragon employing their full might, cautious of inadvertently extinguishing its life.

Their initial strikes were merely exploratory.

Unexpectedly did not evade.

In truth, akin to the dwarven royal class, it was not a shaman.

Although it bore royal status, its combat prowess heavily relied on equipment.

Today, it had anticipated a delightful outing with Mary.

thus had neglected to arm itself, convinced that no factions lurked in the vicinity, a belief that had lulled it into a false sense of security.

Little did it fathom that an alien race could possess royal units, a stark deviation from its preconceived narrative.

It had envisioned itself triumphantly vanquishing what ought to be a mere commanding level entity, thereby captivating Mary's affections further.

With a resounding thud, Chun Foam delivered a powerful kick, sending the severely wounded flying several meters, forcing it to confront its grim reality.

If you're not dead, then move.

And you? Are you waiting for me to personally extend an invitation? Chinfo directed his gaze towards Mary, who trembled visibly, overwhelmed with uncertainty.

I am.

Cough, cough.

The prince of the goblin kingdom.

I advise you to tread carefully.

With great effort, rose to its feet, glaring fiercely at Chinfo.

I care not whether you're the third son or the eighth prince.

Take them away.

In a flash, Chun Foam ascended onto the back of the skeletal dragon, which seized both and Mary in its formidable claws, soaring northward.

The ghostly dragon, meanwhile, unleashed a torrent of blue dragon fire upon the ground, incinerating everything in its path before taking flight to follow in the skeletal dragon's wake.

Gripped in the enormous claws of the skeletal dragon, feeling a profound loss of dignity, resorted to a barrage of curses, attempting to salvage its vanishing respect through words.

In contrast, Mary ins snared within the other claw, appeared ashen, fully aware of her dire predicament.

Just days prior, she had vehemently denounced the lord of the undead in the world chat, and now as a traitor, she understood that there was little hope for her mercy.

Previously, she had believed herself invincible under the protection of the goblin kingdom, but facing the lord of the undead.

Such delusions were no longer tenable.

The Goblin Kingdom could be regarded as the most primitive among the intelligent races, facing off against the most formidable lords of the contemporary foreign tribes, who shall emerge victorious.

Soon, Mari and Siri found themselves gazing upon a grand obsidian fortress.

At this moment, they had crossed into Bayou's territory, and the effect of their concealment vanished, rendering the citadel as if it had materialized from thin air.

What? How could there be a fortress here? Siri could scarcely believe his eyes.

Within and beyond the walls, the ground and sky were teeming with various forms of the undead.

Is this truly the level that a foreign race can attain? Mari was equally bewildered.

Her own castle had yet to evolve into a town, and she was unaware that a castle could transform into a fortress.

Yet, the myriad undead roaming the city attested to the fact that this was indeed the stronghold of the undead lord.

Has the undead lord developed to such an extent? Chapter 234.

Another experienced field boss.

I have brought them to you.

Chenfong unceremoniously tossed the two figures, the goblin and Mary into the hall.

Both trembled in fear, too intimidated to resist.

Bayou approached upon seeing the goblin and the betrayer.

Are you the little sorceress? No.

No, I am not.

H I am.

I am.

In the goblin kingdom, there were few traitors and given the name little sorceress, it was evident that she was a woman.

Bayou found it hard to believe that Mary, this betrayer, was not the leader of the little sorceress.

Observing her admission, Bayou chose to disregard her further.