Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

Alex stared at the dead Frost Werewolf before her, pondering her next move.

Should she turn it into bone beasts or just a regular undead?

Turning it into bone beasts would definitely strip it of its original magical abilities, but opting for regular undead felt a bit like a lottery.

Moreover, there was no guarantee of summoning powerful troops like bone dragons, ghost dragons, or zombie titans—it was all uncertain.

However, with a Commanding level of 6, even if she summoned a piece of shit, it would still be stronger than a standard creature.

"Hurry up and disassemble it!" Lucian, unaware of what Alex was contemplating as she looked at the werewolf creature, urged her from the side.

Alex shot Lucian a glare. Beneath the massive body of the Frost Werewolf, a gray magic circle suddenly emerged, completely covering the corpse.

Lucian and Samson watched in confusion.

What was she doing, desecrating the corpse? Did all powerful beings have this quirk?

But soon, Lucian and Samson's mouths fell open in shock.

From the gray magic circle, a gaunt humanoid creature clad in a black robe and holding a staff crawled out. Even the dimmest could tell this was summoned from the dead werewolf creature.

Lucian thought to himself, "How can we even play this game? Someone's cheating here!"

Samson, relieved that the werewolf creature's body was still there, wasn't surprised by Alex's move.

As a second-tier Lord, he had other methods of summoning troops, but seeing a first-tier Big Shot perform this wasn't shocking; it just made him realize the huge gap between the second and first tiers.

He wouldn't boast again. Indeed, second place is always just second place.

Alex, on the other hand, was thrilled to have directly summoned a necromancer—an unexpected delight.

She hadn't intended to reveal this ability, but with the other two eager to divide the spoils, she couldn't just waste the body.

Basic trust among people had to be maintained, especially since these two had indeed contributed. Without them, Alex wouldn't have been a match for the Frost Werewolf, considering there was a whole group of subjects nearby.

The necromancer initially wanted to bow to his queen, but a look from Alex stopped him.

As an intelligent being, how could the necromancer not understand her intentions?

"Go help," she commanded.

The troops of the three Lords were still battling behind them, and Alex instructed the necromancer to hurry over and assist (steal some kills).

Alex approached the Frost Werewolf's body to disassemble it first, knowing the other two were probably impatient.

She tapped the Disassemble button on the system interface that popped up. The body of the Frost Werewolf instantly vanished, and she received a system notification.

[Congratulations, Lord, on successfully disassembling the body of a level 6 Commanding level Frost Werewolf. You have obtained a Frost Armor Set (4/4), 100 portions of elite food, 100 magic crystals, and 3 Essence Shards.]

Seeing a pile of items scattered inside the ice, Alex walked over, flames igniting in her hand, and retrieved the two pieces of equipment from the ice.

"The two pieces of equipment are mine; you guys split the rest," she declared, then headed towards the frost cave. As for the armor set, Alex couldn't be bothered to check it.

Seeing Alex enter the cave, Lucian and Samson didn't dare lag behind, fearing she might reach the treasures first. They quickly divided the remaining spoils and followed her.

Lucian took the three Essence Shards and a piece of equipment, leaving the remaining equipment, elite food, and magic crystals for Samson.

Holding a fireball for light, Alex entered the cave and hadn't walked far when she encountered a fork in the path.

Two paths continued straight ahead, while directly in front was a downward slope, the floor entirely smooth ice, resembling a slide.

With her previous experience looting werewolves' castles, Alex was certain there would be valuable items below and didn't hesitate to head straight down the icy slide.

Samson and Lucian, arriving just in time to see Alex descend, exchanged a knowing look and split up, one going left and the other right. What they would find in the cave was entirely up to their luck.

Alex slid down, and after about three minutes, she reached the end of the slope.

The scene before her resembled a fortress, the cave opening located one meter above the fortress's wall, the ground below no longer icy but smooth stone.

Every five meters along the corridor, a brazier burned, illuminating the surroundings. Clearly, this was man-made.

Alex hadn't expected such a scene inside the frost cave. She jumped down from the opening and started down the corridor.

If the fortress was large enough, the other two openings above likely also led here. Alex needed to hurry and find the treasures.

As she passed a doorway, a huge burst of flames surged towards her. Luckily, Alex was always on alert and quickly raised a Dark Barrier to block the attack.

The flames dissipated, revealing two Flame Demon Wolves.

Alex raised her hand, and the flames from the braziers on either side turned black, forming two black fire dragons that flew towards the wolves, instantly killing them.

After disassembling the two Flame Demon Wolves, Alex glanced inside but saw nothing of value and turned to leave.

As she wandered the fortress, encountering several more forks and nearly getting lost, she also encountered several more Flame Demon Wolves and Frost Sprites.

Without any suspense, all were swiftly killed by Alex; the Commanding level ones must have been above, as these were just weak Standard level creatures.

Eventually, Alex saw a staircase leading upwards not far from a junction. She sensed something unusual; there must be something valuable there.

Reaching the corner with the staircase, Alex looked up to see a wooden dome door with braziers on either side, their flames long extinguished, giving the area a dim appearance.

Ascending the stairs, Alex reached the wooden door and lit the two braziers before taking a deep breath and kicking the door open.

A cloud of dust accompanied by a musty, moldy smell rushed towards Alex, and the door latch broke in two under her kick.

The room was dark, so Alex threw in a small fireball for light, ensuring there were no dangers.

The faint light instantly illuminated the room, and Alex saw directly in front of her a stone chair with a skeleton in armor sitting on it, staring right at her.