Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 122

Chapter 122: There’s really a frost dragon outside
On Frostwind snowy mountain, the tiger being who had reported the earlier sighting was once again stationed at the cave entrance.

It had only been a few hours since it saw the undead flying over the snowy mountain, and now it saw them returning.

“Frost dragon?” The tiger being couldn’t believe its eyes. It rubbed its eyes with its paws and looked again, but the frost dragon had already disappeared.

The tiger being’s body was white, blending perfectly with the snow. It buried itself in the snow, leaving only its nose and eyes exposed to avoid detection by the undead above.

A gargoyle carrying a human corpse flew overhead, and blood dripped from the sky.

Plop!

A drop of blood landed right on the tiger being’s nose.

The tiger being shuddered, nearly jumping out of the snow in reflex. It touched its nose with a paw, then looked at it and sniffed.

Human blood.

The tiger being looked up again and saw that nearly every undead was carrying a human corpse. Had they fought humans somewhere?

No, the snowy mountain was very unsafe!

The tiger being quickly covered its head with snow and began to crawl slowly towards the cave, careful not to be seen.

After several hours of travel, Alex finally returned to her castle. Seven thousand corpses were a massive undertaking, and Alex needed to gather all the necromancers to complete the summoning.

Indeed, only war could rapidly increase strength.

Alex dumped the corpses from her ring outside the town and summoned a hundred necromancers to start their work.

It turned out Monarch level strength wasn’t as formidable as Alex had thought. This trip had been an eye-opener.

Though Alex didn’t know Baldwin was one of the weakest Monarch levels.

“Damn, I was in such a hurry to get back, thinking only about these resources, that I forgot the corpses deep in the snowy mountain!”

“No way, I have to go back!”

After storing the resources in the Warehouse, Alex mounted Ice Cream and headed back to the depths of the snowy mountain.

In the depths of the snowy mountain, the Arctic Tigerfolk took the report very seriously. Their queen, who had absorbed the bloodline power of the previous queen, was currently digesting this power. Though her strength was growing rapidly, she often fell into deep sleep and couldn’t always protect her people.

With the queen asleep, all matters were handled by the tiger being leader, the previous queen’s guard.

She sent scouts to re-examine the site of the battle with the werewolves, looking for any clues.

They found that all the werewolf corpses had been unearthed, even the one of their kin who had died from old injuries.

Snow burial was the highest respect for the Arctic Tigerfolk. The burial site was some distance from the battlefield, yet it had been found and disturbed.

The tigers feared it was the werewolves from Skyreach Mountains, but it wasn’t.

The leader ordered a clever white tiger to retrieve the dead kin and rebury them.

Coincidentally, Alex, riding Ice Cream, saw a tiger being carrying the dead tiger being’s corpse below.

The tiger being also saw the frost dragon above and was utterly shocked. The frost dragon’s size was unmistakable.

The tiger being had thought the scout’s report of a possible frost dragon sighting was nonsense, but now it saw it with its own eyes.

The tiger being’s feline instincts kicked in, and it dropped the corpse, transforming into a white tiger and bolting out of sight.

Alex, watching from above, was puzzled. The tiger being had fled at the sight of her.

“Am I that scary?”

Alex landed with Ice Cream and inspected the abandoned tiger being corpse, finding nothing unusual.

Why had it come back for this corpse?

The tiger being’s body was similar in size to a werewolf’s. Summoning it as a bone beast would be fine, but Alex’s slight OCD made her prefer summoning it as a regular undead.

With a gray magic circle, the tiger being’s corpse transformed into two Phantoms.

It seemed this tiger being was of a high level.

Indeed, Alex noticed that high Life Tier beast races didn’t have lv1 Standard members. They naturally grew stronger with age.

This was the difference between beasts and ordinary animals. Beast races had some level of civilization and intelligence, necessary for survival on the diverse continent of Eldoria.

Alex looked at the frozen werewolf corpses. Besides Frost Magic, she sensed another magical force in them.

But she couldn’t identify it yet.

Using Frost Magic, she thawed them and began summoning. To her surprise, the werewolves’ wounds started healing, and some even opened their eyes.

“They’re not dead?!”

Crack, crack—

The healing stopped, and the eyes closed again. Alex refroze them.

The gray magic circle enveloped them, and the summoning began. The werewolves, already weak from being frozen, quickly died from the summoning’s minor damage.

Undead broke through the ice, emerging from the corpses.

Summoning bone beasts wasn’t very beneficial now. Regular undead were stronger, and Alex needed more air units.

“Another forty undead.”

Alex disassembled the corpses, stored the materials in her ring, and prepared to return on Ice Cream.

In a spacious bunker within the cave, the tiger being guard and other tribe members gathered in a hall. Nearby was a small room, once used by the werewolves, now converted into their queen’s resting place.

Their queen’s habits differed greatly from theirs. She ate cooked meat, slept in a bed, and even wanted to eat vegetables, claiming a balanced diet was important.

But she was a tiger!

In the snowy plains, where could they find such things? The queen knew this and reluctantly gave up.

The tiger being who had fled from Alex returned to the Arctic Tigerfolk’s hidden cave.

“Madam, I saw it. There’s really a frost dragon outside!”

Tiger Being’s guards and the nearby clan members were all stunned.

“Madam, should we consider moving again? This place is too dangerous.”

“Yes, Madam, it feels like Frostwind snowy mountain is even more perilous than where we lived before.”

The tribe members voiced their concerns. They had barely escaped to this place, only to find it chaotic and unsafe.

Undead, frost dragons, werewolves, humans—these were all powerful entities they dared not provoke. And from the intelligence gathered, these factions seemed to be in conflict.

The tiger being guard glanced at the room where their queen was sleeping, deep in thought for a moment.

“No, we can’t move. The queen is still in her slumber. The snowy mountain is at least a suitable habitat for us. Everyone, stay hidden here for now. The queen’s safety is paramount. Let’s not forget why we fled our original home.”