Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Was this the true strength of a kingdom?
In the hobgoblin royal city, the teleportation array within the city began to glow green, and one by one, hobgoblin lieges emerged. They were all Monarch level, usually stationed to guard other hobgoblin cities. There were over twenty of them, representing the last reserves of the entire hobgoblin kingdom.

Inside the palace, the elderly hobgoblin king received infuriating news. The goblins had betrayed them, seeking to establish their own kingdom and break free from hobgoblin rule!

The aged hobgoblin king trembled with rage. Those filthy goblins chose this moment to rebel. Although the goblins were weak, they did have a few Monarch levels among them.

The hobgoblins treated the goblins poorly: not allowing them into the city, using them as cannon fodder in battles, making them do hard labor, and not paying them while taking their females. And for this, they dared to rebel?

Under normal circumstances, the hobgoblin king could easily suppress them, reminding them who their master was. But now was different.

He decided to deal with them later. The hobgoblins didn’t need to rely on the goblins.

Despite his anger, the hobgoblin king knew he had to focus on the immediate threat.

Soon, the hobgoblin lieges charged out of the royal city and joined the battlefield. Along with the five Monarch level Shamans and the king’s sons, there were now thirty Monarch levels floating in the sky. The siblings’ faces changed at the sight. Thirty Monarch levels!

This far exceeded their expectations. Was this the true strength of a kingdom? And this was just the weakest hobgoblin kingdom.

Seeing this, Azure immediately led the undead into battle. Although John was out of mana, his combat strength remained, and he also joined the fight.

With the Undead Queen absent, they couldn’t replenish their Monarch level forces by converting the enemy’s Monarch levels.

Sensing the dire situation, the specter within the fortress quickly entered the teleportation array to return to Undead City and summon the remaining five Monarch levels.

After killing a few Commanding level hobgoblins, Xiao Hui finally broke through her experience threshold.

…

Meanwhile, after flying for two and a half hours since dawn, Alex finally left the desert. Beyond the desert was a rocky wasteland, but it wasn’t vast, and Alex could see an oasis on the horizon.

“Finally out,” Alex sighed. She regretted giving the fortress core to Xiao Mu; otherwise, she could have built a fortress and returned to the castle directly.

Alex had flown for a day and a night, indicating the desert’s vastness. Despite its size, she hadn’t encountered a single Lord.

She didn’t know if it was bad luck or something else.

Soon, Alex left the rocky wasteland and entered a forest, hoping to find a Lord and return to Undead City.

Suddenly, Alex spotted several angels flying overhead, followed by Templar Knights.

Alex quickly hid behind a tree. If it were just one, she would have attacked without hesitation, but she couldn’t take on a group.

The angels soon disappeared from view, and Alex, cloaked in black, cautiously emerged. She didn’t even glance at the angels, remembering Lilith’s warning that angels could sense disrespectful gazes.

If the angels had spotted her, it would have been trouble.

Alex continued her journey with increased caution. She didn’t know why angels were frequenting this area, but it couldn’t be good.

She needed to learn more about this continent. Looking around, she saw denser forests to the south, likely inhabited by some race. She didn’t need them to be highly intelligent, just capable of speech.

She couldn’t keep flying aimlessly.

In the forest’s center, five people—three men and two women—were being attacked by tiger-like beasts. Two men were injured, wielding weapons to protect the trembling women behind them.

“What do we do? There are too many of them!” said the uninjured man, the group’s leader, at level 5 Commanding. The others were mostly level 2.

“Fight to the death! We’re already in this mess; what’s there to fear?” shouted one severely injured man, adrenaline masking his pain. He was like a berserker, unafraid of death.

As the beasts prepared to pounce, footsteps sounded behind them. The beasts turned to see Alex, cloaked in black and carrying Chi-Chi.

Two beasts broke from the pack, charging at Alex, seeing her as easy prey.

Alex’s left eye, hidden under her hood, flashed blue, and all the beasts were instantly cursed and killed.

The five people didn’t even see Alex move before the beasts that nearly wiped them out were dead.

As Alex approached, the five didn’t thank her but instead looked terrified, ready to fight.

“Who are you? Where is this place?” came a clear, cold female voice from under the cloak, indicating the speaker wasn’t old.

The five were stunned. Shouldn’t they be asking her that? She appeared at their doorstep and asked who they were?

“We’re wanderers, living in this forest. What do you want?” one woman quickly explained.

Alex examined the group. Their clothes were tattered, some ill-fitting, making them look like beggars.

The woman who spoke caught Alex’s attention. A black, semi-transparent strap with lace peeked from her shoulder, partially covered by her ill-fitting clothes. It was a bra strap, and Alex noticed it immediately.

“You’re Freelancers!” Alex exclaimed.

The five were shocked, ready to fight Alex to the death. If discovered as extraterrestrial visitors here, they would be killed, whether Lord or Freelancer.

Better to fight and possibly survive than wait to die.

“Relax, I’m a Lord too,” Alex said, surprising them. If they were Freelancers, they must know about this place.

Alex’s slender fingers emerged from her cloak, removing it to reveal her white hair, stunning the three men. Seeing her casual clothes confirmed her Lord status.

Only then did they notice Alex was carrying someone.

“Thank you for saving us. Since you’re a Lord, why are you here?” one woman asked, now relaxed.

“I ended up here by chance. You said Lords can’t be here. What do you mean?” Alex asked, puzzled.

“You’re really unlucky. You should switch to Freelancer and hide,” sighed an injured man, implying Alex’s days were numbered.

The group began treating their wounds, with one woman using healing magic.

Alex, hopeful, stepped forward. “Ms, can you help my friend?”

“You saved us; we must repay you. I’ll treat her first,” said the injured man, making way for Alex.

Alex laid Chi-Chi on the ground before the healer.