Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

Alex listened as the Ethereal Wraith, with its gender-neutral ethereal voice, relayed information about the snowy mountain.

The snowy mountain that unfolded before Alex's eyes was the outermost part of the Frostwind snowy mountain range. The mountain itself was already massive.

Entering deeper into this mountain range, one would find a world blanketed in snow, with countless peaks closely linked to each other. Between two mountains lay gentle slopes, creating a plateau-like terrain. It was high, but uneven.

The Moon Silver Wolf lair was situated halfway up the backside of this snowy mountain. The leader of the Moon Silver Wolves had commanded their subordinates to build a castle at this mid-mountain location, while the rest of the tribe was stationed around it.

The Ethereal Wraith had surveyed the surroundings but did not venture deep into the snowy mountain. The area around the Moon Silver Wolf lair seemed to have been cleared by them. After all, wolves are creatures with a strong sense of territory.

From the information Alex had about the Moon Silver Wolf lair, seven or eight Commanding level werewolves posed no threat to her. However, she was unsure about the level of the Moon Silver Wolf leader; if it was a level 9 Commanding, that could be problematic.

"Well done, you may go now," Alex dismissed the Ethereal Wraith, which, as an intelligent undead, knew what it had to do even though it couldn't level up.

Tonight, regardless of the risks, Alex planned to rally all her undead to strike against the Moon Silver Wolf lair.

The reasons were twofold: to gather resources and to strengthen her forces in preparation for the beast tide arriving tomorrow. It was her last day to prepare.

Alex had already encountered these werewolves; they couldn't kill her undead. Even if the werewolf leader was powerful, Alex believed her undead army, with infinite stamina, could wear them down.

However, she couldn't bring Arthur and the bone dragons on tonight's mission, only the other undead. She had initially thought the frost dragon she saw was an adult until she summoned the bone dragon.

Arthur was much larger than the frost dragon she had seen, which she had attributed to Arthur being a bone dragon king. But upon seeing the bone dragon, she realized that even a regular bone dragon was larger than the frost dragon she had encountered.

The truth was clear: that frost dragon was a juvenile, meaning there was an adult frost dragon on the snowy mountain!

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This was a critical issue to consider. Bringing the bone dragons could attract the attention of the adult frost dragon, leading to significant trouble.

Soon, Alex's trade of 1400 food portions was completed, netting her 3200 units of wood and 4000 units of stone. With all immediate tasks handled and nothing else to do, Alex waited for nightfall.

As the afternoon wore on, Alex, bored in her bedroom, looked out the window and chatted with Chi-Chi to pass the time.

Suddenly, while sitting by the window, Alex stood up sharply. A thick golden beam burst from the snowy mountain in the distance, shooting straight into the sky and dispersing the clouds.

It was the first time Alex had seen the sky of Eldoria, a blue indistinguishable from Earth's. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds onto the snowy mountain, adding a touch of brightness.

"What is that?"

Alex had never seen such a terrifying attack before; even the mist between the snowy mountain and her castle couldn't block the dazzling golden light.

The holy light emanated from deep within the snowy mountain, far from her castle. She quickly summoned a specter to check it out, not daring to risk the Ethereal Wraith in case it got caught in the crossfire.

Alex sensed the terrifying power of that attack; apart from the invincibility shield provided during a newbie's grace period, no Lord could withstand such a strike.

An hour later, the specter surprisingly returned to the castle, much to Alex's relief.

"What's happening on the snowy mountain?"

"Your Majesty, I saw a six-winged angel battling a frost dragon in the sky. Below on the ground, countless armored humans and werewolves, along with stone giants, are in a three-way battle. It seems they are fighting over something. I didn't dare get too close to confirm."

The specter's report shocked Alex, who then asked for more details. The strongest among them seemed to be the six-winged angel, responsible for the earlier attack.

According to the specter, the frost dragon was severely injured and appeared to be no match for the angel.

The battling frost dragon had a smaller frost dragon behind it, confirming Alex's guess.

The armored humans below were likely knights from the Holy Court, numbering in the hundreds. An apprentice knight was at Commanding level, so these knights were probably regular troops. Alex couldn't imagine the strength of an army with over a hundred Commanding level knights.

As for the MoonSilver Wolves and the stone giants, they seemed to be allied with the frost dragon, jointly opposing the Holy Court knights. The two sides were fiercely contesting something.

The plan to eliminate the werewolves' lair was now in jeopardy. Three thousand Moon Silver Wolves were no match for over a hundred Commanding knights.

In the depths of Frostwind snowy mountain, at the center of the battlefield, the frost dragon was battered and bleeding, its wounds inflicted by the angel and quickly freezing into ice crystals.

Facing the frost dragon was a majestic six-winged angel, two wings covering its face, two shielding its body, and two enabling flight. The angel's face was obscured, but a rich golden light radiated from behind it, and the long sword in its hand exuded a holy aura.

"Hand over the item, and I will spare your life!" the angel commanded.

"There is nothing here for you, leave my territory!" the frost dragon retorted in human speech, its massive wings beginning to accumulate layers of ice crystals.

Roar (Leave this place)!

With a furious roar, the frost dragon also communicated to the smaller frost dragon behind it.

Between the frost dragon's wings, a blue-white light emerged, and it chanted in a deep voice, singing strange syllables.

The entire snowy mountain darkened again as a fierce blizzard swept across the battlefield. The strong winds made it impossible for the Holy Court knights below to see, and in an instant, dozens of knights were frozen into ice sculptures, with even the allied Moon Silver Wolves not spared.

Giant ice walls suddenly rose from the ground, encasing the frost dragon and all nearby enemies, isolating the smaller frost dragon outside.

Roar (Go)!

The frost dragon unleashed a massive breath of dragon, a mix of ice and lightning, directed at the six-winged angel.