He was unwilling to sacrifice his warriors needlessly, nor did he wish for his hard-earned tribe to be erased from the Orc Empire's annals.

He acknowledged his recklessness.

He should have allied with another tribe for this encounter.

The orcs abandoned their fallen comrades, retreating like a receding tide.

Although Du Yang was filled with rage, he did not succumb to recklessness and chose not to pursue.

How could one so fearful of death claimed the title of tribe leader? The retreating orc leader clenched his weapon tightly upon hearing Duyangs taunts.

Visibly insensed yet compelled to endure for the sake of his tribe, allowing them a few more days of life, he resolved to return, devise a strategy against these foreigners, and unite the strength of two tribes to ensure the downfall of these two fortresses.

Gradually, Duang resumed his human form, though his body was marred by wounds, blood seeping from his injuries.

At that moment, the wounds began to heal slowly, and as he flexed his limbs, he felt a lingering sense of exhilaration.

He would return to inform Bayou that this adversary was far too feeble, hardly a challenge at all.

Du Yang shot Xiaoa a glare and proceeded towards the portal, accompanied by the demons.

Xiao Yianua fell silent, unsure how to counter his statement.

She decided to let it be.

Jack and Sars had recently reached level 9 in their commanding prowess, standing just a step away from royal rank.

However, given the Orc leader failed assault, it was unlikely they would return in the coming days, at least not until they developed a countermeasure against the undead.

Jack intended to remain on guard, but SARS held a differing opinion.

He surmised that the likelihood of conflict in the ensuing days was minimal, suggesting that their advancement would be hindered if they stayed.

He proposed they leave the area in the lich's capable hands and venture to the goblin kingdom to assist the other undead.

Jack concurred with Sars's assessment.

The two undead exchanged a few words with the liches before stepping into the portal.

Meanwhile, Xiaoli and Shiua, having arrived at the portal chamber after Du Yang discovered that he had not left, but was instead observing the city of the undead from outside.

Greed and indifference.

Do you not see how magnificent this city is? I shall immediately arrange for personnel to gather supplies upon my return.

I too desire to ascend within this city.

Indifference paid no heed to Du Yang while greed revealed a triumphant smile upon its three heads.

Duang suddenly noticed Xiao Liua standing at the entrance of the hall gazing at him which rendered him somewhat awkward.

Ahem let us depart.

Bayou has subordinates.

He too intends to recruit a few.

With a puzzled expression, Xiao Yinshi watched Du Yang leave before reporting the news to Bayou and then choosing to return her own castle.

The absence of further instructions from the leader indicated that she had no business here for the time being.

Meanwhile, Bayou, situated in the holy land of Andy, could already perceive the silhouette of Ling Sha City in her line of sight as she closed the system interface.

For this distance, Bayou resolved to proceed on foot.

Chapter 259.

Thunder City.

You have endured much along this journey.

Let us proceed.

Bayou glanced back at the demon tiger, signaling it to depart.

The demon tiger, puzzled by the unexpected mercy of this human, decisively turned and left.

Bayou lowered the brim of her hat and made her way toward Thunder City.

Outside the city, a bustling crowd filled the streets.

Contrary to Bayou's anticipation of closed gates, there was not even a single guard in sight.

Among the throng were numerous apprentice magicians alongside many soaring wizards, while the ordinary folk on the ground were predominantly there to test their fortunes, hoping to become great magicians themselves.

In such circumstances, Bayou entered the city without encountering unnecessary complications as her attire blended seamlessly with that of the crowd.

Situated deep within the Jean and Empire and housing a branch of the magicians association.

It was not surprising that no commoners were stationed there.

As she approached Bayou slowed her pace, her steps becoming steady as she walked into the city, feeling a twinge of unease within.

The ordinary people instinctively made way for her.

Refraining from discussion, while the wizards above paid her no heed, each absorbed in their own pursuits.

Bayou successfully entered the city without raising a hint of suspicion.

Upon crossing the threshold, she was struck by an indescribable sense of awe, for Thunder City was unlike any fortress she had previously envisioned.

It was modest in size, comparable to the level one undead city, yet it lacked the presence of many civilian dwellings.

Instead, towering spires, each reaching several meters high, stood resolutely within the city.

The apex of each tower radiated distinct elemental energies, serving as residences for the city's magicians.

Continuing deeper into the city, Bayou understood that lingering at the entrance would arouse suspicion.

Beneath her feet lay a broad, well-kept stone path flanked by vendors calling out their wares.

Take a stroll.

Have a look.

Elemental stones from all schools available.

Today's special at the tavern.

Martino wine.

A taste of exotic flare.

I am your guide in Thunder City.

May I offer you assistance? The lively atmosphere was somewhat disconcerting for Bayou.

All of this seemed to be industries that had flourished within Thunder City.

As the branch of the association, long-term residency for commoners was prohibited, although brief stays were permitted.

Even so, countless commoners flocked daily, drawn by allure.

The city was also home to elegantly attired nobles adorned with peculiar jewels from the empire.

Who? while hottie outside dared not display such arrogance within these walls.

Nevertheless, without exception, whether commoners, imperial nobles, or shouting vendors, none dared to engage by you in conversation, as her black robe symbolized the status of a formal magician.

In the eyes of the common folk, magicians were esteemed and sacred beings, busy and powerful, seldom engaging in dialogue.

Bayou moderated her pace, neither deliberately slow nor particularly fast, her peripheral vision scanning the surroundings.

Given the presence of various enterprises within the city, she was certain there must exist a place akin to a clinic.

In the heart of the city lies an ancient palace surrounded by numerous towers of sorcery, bustling with diligent magicians.

Bayou dared not venture too close to the center, fearing discovery, and thus sought refuge around the palace's periphery.

At a street corner, she finally spotted her target, a small establishment adorned with an emblem of vibrant green, symbolizing the magic of life.

Unmistakably the right place.

The quaint shop positioned near the intersection had its wooden doors a jar, revealing an empty interior from across the street.

The exorbitant fees for healing through life magic rendered it a privilege only for the empire's nobility, leaving it desolate and quiet.

By you crossed the street and stepped inside.

Behind the counter stood a youthful woman draped in a black cloak, a hallmark of an apprentice magician.

Welcome, esteemed sorceress.

How may I assist you today? The woman, noting by you's attire, presumed she was there in search of her mentor.

I have a friend who has sustained grave injuries and requires treatment.

by you stated directly without preamble or concealment as there must be female magicians within the city.

Indeed, the woman showed no surprise and beckoned, "Please follow me.

" She led Bayou into a private chamber.

Gently, Bayou laid down Sun Sha Sha, who had been carried on her back, placing her carefully upon the bed.

Son Xiaos Xiao's garments had long been replaced with those of the local populace, making her appear merely as a young eastern girl, thus evading suspicion of her foreign origins in Andy Shinghao.

The woman spoke little, embodying the essential qualities expected of a healing magician.

As her hands danced with life energy, she began to examine Sun Sha Sha.

Noticing the same life magic being employed, Bayou detected the magical fluctuations and discerned that the woman was merely of a commanding level, she doubted the healer as capacity to men's son Xiao Xiao<unk>s injuries.

Before Bayou could voice her concerns, the woman preemptively spoke.

I apologize, but her wounds are of a spiritual nature beyond my abilities.

Bayou remained silent.

If you consent, I could summon my mentor.

Surely, he would possess the means to assist her.

It became evident that she was not the proprietor of the establishment by you pondered the implications.

Was her mentor of the kingly or emperor level? Would he uncover her true identity? A wave of apprehension washed over her as she weighed the pros and cons.

While healing son Shia Sha was undeniably crucial, she could not afford to make a hasty decision.