Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

It was utterly embarrassing!

Earl and Cain had already taken down three or four enemies each, and even Ivy was managing to suppress her opponent. Why couldn't Samson defeat even one?

In a flash, Samson transformed into a snowflake, instantly drifting away to create distance from his enemy. It seemed he was being forced to use his ultimate move.

"Winter is coming!"

Samson spread his arms wide, and a magic circle rapidly expanded, forming a barrier that enveloped the three troops in front of him. Inside the barrier, countless giant ice crystals fell from the sky, striking the troops, while the ground around Samson rapidly froze.

Just as the entire barrier was about to be covered, Samson felt his Mana Points deplete. The three troops were only frozen from the waist down; their upper bodies could still move. They swung their swords to block the falling ice crystals, preventing their frozen bodies from being shattered.

This was awkward; he had used too much mana earlier.

"Ivy, help me out here!"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, countless vines sprouted under the three troops, wrapping around them. Deprived of their ability to resist, they were finally killed by Samson's magic.

"Samson, you're so small!"

Although Samson knew Ivy was referring to his mana bar, he couldn't help but feel there was something off about her comment.

Mos, seeing his subordinates being defeated, realized the danger and decisively chose to flee. However, he was quickly stopped by Cain and Earl, his horse's legs sinking deep into the mud, rendering it immobile.

The four surrounded Mos. Samson, seeing that the enemy was down to one man who had lost the ability to fight, was about to ask why they had attacked them.

But then he felt the question was stupid and quickly changed his approach.

"This place is so remote, what are you doing here?"

Now a captive, Mos had no choice but to submit. If he didn't cooperate, he was sure to die. Telling the truth might give him a slim chance of survival, and it wasn't any imperial secret anyway.

Mos thought for a mere fraction of a second, quickly understanding the stakes, and immediately spoke.

"An imperial border village was slaughtered. We were ordered to investigate the cause of their deaths."

"Earl, did you kill them?" Ivy immediately turned to ask Earl.

Earl shook his head; he too was encountering the native humans for the first time.

Seeing Earl shake his head, Samson naturally chose to trust his ally. Besides, even if Earl had been responsible, it wouldn't matter.

"Where is this village?" Samson continued to question Mos, certain he knew some information.

"The village is at the border between Frostwind snowy mountain and Barren Plains, some distance from here," Mos replied truthfully.

"So you think the humans in that village were killed by us, the extraterrestrial visitors?" Ivy looked enlightened.

Mos nodded reluctantly.

Samson pondered for a moment, then seemed to realize something and signaled to Cain and Earl.

Earl was still unclear about Samson's intentions, but Cain understood. A pillar of fire pierced through Mos's chest.

Earl and Ivy looked at Cain, puzzled, with three question marks appearing above their heads.

???

The conversation wasn't even finished. Why did you kill him?

Cain, facing their gazes, looked helpless and turned to Samson as if to say, wasn't it your command? Explain, please.

"Earl, Ivy, don't rush. I asked Cain to do it. You all know my original castle was near Frostwind snowy mountain, right?"

The three turned to Samson, waiting for him to continue.

"There are two powerful Lords on the snowy mountain, an undead Lord and a vampire Lord. Both have one thing in common: they can transform corpses into their troops. I've never met the vampire, but I've heard of him; he's no longer human. As for the undead Lord, she still looks human, but I've seen her transform a wolf's corpse into an undead."

The three listened to Samson's explanation, slightly shocked.

"My goodness, so it's likely they were the ones who killed the villagers?" Ivy felt like a genius for instantly pinpointing the crucial issue.

"Not only that, these two Lords have clashed with Samson on the snowy mountain, which means their castles are nearby, matching the location of the Frostwind snowy mountain and Barren Plains border mentioned by this human," Cain analyzed.

"Ah, Cain, you're so smart. I didn't even think of that."

Cain ignored Ivy's flattery and continued, "We've become scapegoats."

"That won't do. If the Starfallen Empire comes seeking revenge, it'll be trouble. We must find a way to pin this on those two Lords," Samson said, frustrated. He had just moved his castle here and already encountered such trouble.

"Samson, Earl, you two are more familiar with this environment. It's up to you," Cain said.

Samson and Earl understood that not only would Cain's flame spirit be greatly limited on the snowy mountain, but Cain's own strength would also be significantly reduced, making it unsuitable for him to act in this environment.

Ivy felt somewhat disappointed, internally roaring, 'What about me? Why didn't you mention me? I'm useful too!'

With their roles assigned, two were responsible for investigating, and two for guarding the castle, determined not to become scapegoats for others.

Back at the castle, Ivy, having nothing else to do, relayed the day's events to another ally, [Wind Fury].

[Wind Fury] was also excited, almost ready to relocate immediately, but the wild wolf valley where he was located still offered some benefits to his strength, so he restrained himself for the time being.

...

[Blood Moon in the sky, darkness descends!]

As night fell, Sophie's dwarves completed the last batch of standard equipment purchased before the beast tide, totaling 11,600 pieces, which Alex listed on the trading post.

The price of standard equipment, which had already fallen to 5 magic crystals, dropped again to 4 magic crystals each, with raw materials priced at 3 magic crystals.

Alex was indifferent; she had purchased the raw materials at a price of one magic crystal each, so she was not at a loss regardless. Once these equipments were sold, she planned to abandon this method of resource generation.

All-Races Battle Royale, Struggle for Lord Supremacy, the fastest way to gather resources was through plundering.

After building her subsidiary castle, Sophie no longer cared about her main castle's level, using all resources to upgrade the Barracks. Now, the subsidiary castle's Barracks were on par with the main castle's.

If her main castle were ever breached, it would be a significant loss. But her subsidiary castle was safer next to Alex's castle, with no security risks.

At that moment, Sophie was in the castle courtyard, munching on a greasy lamb leg, while Alex sat beside her, deep in thought.

"Big Shot, are you really not going to eat?"

Sophie's mouth was stuffed with roasted meat, her speech unclear as she spoke to Alex.

"I don't eat, and stop calling me Big Shot; it feels weird. Just call me by my name."

As Alex finished speaking, she saw a specter fly out of the Portal of Transit and immediately stood up.

Could there be trouble on the continent of Arsen?

"Respected Queen, there's a large-scale beast tide near the castle over there."

Beast tide?! How could there be a beast tide in the White Rock Mountains? Could it be those dwarves driving them here?

"Quick, stop eating, there's trouble on your side."

Alex pulled Sophie up and headed outside, the lamb leg falling to the ground, leaving Sophie visibly distressed.

"Ah, my roasted lamb leg!"