Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

"Yes, master."

The little frost dragon was smart. Having chosen to submit, it naturally adapted to its new role, addressing Alex as its master.

Deep in the snowy mountains, the sky was chaotic. A six-winged angel, its two wings broken, hovered above. The ground was littered with numerous angel feathers, still radiating a holy aura despite the turmoil.

The massive body of the frost dragon lay on the ground, pierced through by a giant sword of holy light, its eyes lifeless, having lost all signs of life.

The surrounding ice walls were also destroyed, and the ground was covered with countless werewolf corpses, among them the bodies of some human Holy Court knights.

The battle had ended, and the Moon Silver wolf lair, frost dragon, and stone giants had all been slain by the Holy Court knights and angels.

The six-winged angel paid no attention to the corpses on the ground and flew straight towards the frost dragon's lair.

"Nothing I was looking for?"

There was nothing of interest in the lair, but he was not disappointed; this was just a chance encounter.

"The contents of the lair are yours to take. Bring the dragon's body along, clean up, and move on."

The authoritative voice of the six-winged angel echoed from the sky. He had no interest in the treasures within the lair, but he knew the human knights serving him were fond of the gold and jewels.

Soon, the knights on the scene had divided the treasures of the lair and left with the bodies of the frost dragon and their fallen comrades.

As for the bodies of the Moon Silver Wolves, they held no value to them. Perhaps in less than two hours, these bodies would be completely buried by the blizzard, erasing any trace of the battle that had taken place here.

They had other missions to attend to, and time was pressing. They had stumbled upon the frost dragon during their passage through the area.

For these Holy Court knights, the Frostwind snowy mountains might be considered forbidden areas, but for the angel in the sky, it was merely a bit more effort.

Alex had been waiting for over two hours, and it was almost dark. There was no more noise coming from the snowy mountains.

"Is it over?"

At that moment, Alex saw two specters flying back. She immediately walked out of the castle into the courtyard. Ice Cream, seeing the two specters return, also knew there was news from the Frostwind snowy mountains and raised its head.

"What's the situation on the snowy mountain?"

Alex asked eagerly.

The two specters relayed everything they had seen. When Ice Cream heard that its mother had been killed, it visibly paused.

From the moment its mother had told it to flee with the fragment, it knew she was no match for the angel, and she had been prepared to die in battle.

Roar!

Ice Cream roared towards the sky, venting its grief and anger, determined to seek revenge once it gained enough strength.

Alex listened quietly to the specters' account, already knowing the outcome. Fortunately, the angel had not bothered with the fleeing Ice Cream.

Perhaps a commanding level was no different from an ant in his eyes, or maybe he thought it was normal for a mother to sacrifice herself to protect her child, not realizing the fragment was with Ice Cream.

After killing the frost dragon, the angel and Holy Court knights left, taking the bodies of the frost dragon and their comrades with them.

When Alex heard that the Moon Silver wolf lair had also been wiped out, leaving the werewolves' bodies buried in the snow, her interest was piqued.

These bodies could still be of great use to Alex; there seemed to be an opportunity to scavenge.

Wait, that's odd. If the angel was after the frost dragon's sacred artifact, why would the Moon Silver wolf lair also be involved in the battle?

"Ice Cream, why did those Moon Silver Wolves and stone giants help you?"

Hearing Alex's question, Ice Cream looked up.

"The stone giants aren't very intelligent; they didn't know the angel was after the fragment. They were just defending against invaders.

As for the werewolves, they've had a deep-seated hatred with the Holy Court, sent to the snowy mountains from the Skyreach Mountains a hundred years ago. I don't know their purpose, my mother might have known, but she never told me. But it's certain their goal wasn't the Frost Heart fragment."

So, the Moon Silver wolf lair had reasons to fight that weren't just about old grudges? Surely facing over a hundred commanding level Holy Court knights with only a dozen wolves wasn't just a suicide mission.

The Moon Silver Wolf's castle was on the edge of the snowy mountains, untouched and intact. There must be plenty of valuable items inside, plus the thousands of bodies buried in the snow—these two factors alone were enough for Alex to make a personal visit.

But Alex was still cautious, repeatedly sending out specters toconfirm the situation deep in the snowy mountains. Finally, when Alex was completely sure that the Frostwind snowy mountains had fallen silent, she decisively took Ice Cream and a host of undead towards the snowy mountains.

Ice Cream wanted to return to inspect the battlefield, and Alex did not refuse. After all, it was currently her strongest force and a valuable ally.

This time, Alex's ride was different. Previously, she could only ride a hard, uncomfortable bone dragon; now, she could ride a real dragon.

Ice Cream lowered its body, and Alex climbed onto its back, straddling its neck. The only discordant note was that Alex was wearing a skirt, which made the posture somewhat awkward.

"Let's go."

Alex signaled Ice Cream to take off, bringing all her aerial forces for convenience.

Their first destination was naturally the outermost Moon Silver wolf lair in Frostwind snowy mountains. Alex couldn't help but suspect that it was the distance of the wolves' den from the depths of the snowy mountains that had spared it from being affected.

Alex's castle wasn't very far from the outer edges of the snowy mountains, and it didn't take long before she rode Ice Cream into the snowy mountains.

The sky began to dump heavy snow, and even Alex felt a chill.

Ice Cream stopped at the mid-slope of the outer snowy mountains. Alex jumped down from its back, stepping into ten inches of snow that reached up to her ankles.

Fortunately, Alex had some undead traits in her body, making her immune to the cold; otherwise, her attire would have likely led her to freeze in the snowy mountains.

Looking ahead, there was a castle built of stone, slightly smaller than Alex's town before it had been upgraded.

"Go check it out."

Alex commanded the two gargoyles. The sky was already very dark, and with the arrival at the snowy mountains and the onset of a blizzard, it appeared even more ominous.

The two gargoyles landed, opened the castle gates, and walked inside.