Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Gather the troops, and storm their stronghold
This time, Alex decided to join the undead army in their attack on the Goblin tribe. She realized that her dark magic was still potent. If Arthur couldn’t defeat the Goblin Commander, she could lend a hand.

She had been in the castle for three days. Although it was safe, it was unbearably dull. She figured watching the undead battle the Goblins would be far more entertaining—an epic battle she didn’t want to miss.

“What should I wear?”

Alex, stark naked, rifled through her wardrobe, struggling to decide. Since she was heading out to wipe out Goblins and expected a fight, dressing smartly was essential.

She picked a white shirt with a black bow tied at the collar. Then, sitting on the edge of her bed, she skillfully gathered her black stockings, slipped her feet in, and pulled them up to her thighs in one smooth motion.

Alex was getting quite adept at dressing like this—practice makes perfect, after all.

However, Alex ended up wearing a blue and white plaid pleated skirt. “Screw it, I’m not leading the attack anyway, so it doesn’t really matter how I dress.”

Alex stepped out of the castle, pushed open the gate, and saw a Skeleton Soldier carrying wood into the courtyard.

“You!”

“Tell all the undead outside to gather at the castle gate!”

The Skeleton Soldier dropped the wood, puzzled by Alex’s command, but then left the castle. The message spread quickly: from one to ten, ten to a hundred, a hundred to a thousand.

In less than twenty minutes, the message had reached all the undead. Soon, they all returned to the castle gate, standing chaotically outside, not quite understanding what Alex meant by “gather.”

According to Greenbean, the Goblin tribe was located in a cave just beyond a swamp south of Alex’s castle. Just venture south out of her territory to find the swamp, and the Goblin tribe wouldn’t be far.

Arthur also flew back and landed outside the castle.

“Arthur, do you remember where you caught that Goblin last time?”

Alex looked up at Arthur and asked.

“Arthur remembers, my respected Queen.”

“Alright, you’ll lead the way later. Take the undead to that place and find the Goblin tribe, then kick their asses!”

For the sake of convenience, she’d have to endure the bumpy ride. Alex asked Arthur to lower his head, climbed onto his back, and straddled his neck.

“Ouch, my ass!”

That was a regrettable decision! She had worn a skirt before setting off, and now, as she rode, the skirt’s hem had risen to her upper thighs, almost revealing her black panties.

This was no way to sit!

Alex thought for a moment, realizing that this wasn’t how girls were supposed to sit. Right, they sit sideways!

So, Alex, on Arthur’s back, struggled to twist her body and adjust her position.

Ssshh—her black stockings tore on a bone spur on Arthur’s neck.

“Whatever, let’s just go, there’s no time to change clothes anymore. Only two and a half hours till dawn, we need to hurry.”

Alex finally adjusted her position, her legs hanging on one side, sitting sideways on Arthur’s neck.

“Much better!”

Although not afraid of heights, Alex felt a bit anxious looking down from a height of about 16 to 20 feet. She sat on Arthur’s back, one hand tightly gripping his neck, the other clenched in a fist raised triumphantly.

“Let’s go! To the Goblin tribe!”

Whoosh!

Arthur spread his wings, stirring up a gust of wind, and took off.

“Ah!”

Alex exclaimed in surprise, startled by the sudden ascent. Fortunately, Arthur was large enough that she didn’t have to worry about falling off.

As they gained altitude, Alex saw the castle shrink in her view, and the undead at the gate looked like ants.

The gargoyles and specters below also took flight—well, the specters floated, while the gargoyles and Bone Beast Griffins actually flew.

As for the other undead, they had to run on the ground, with the death knights and bone beast werewolves moving the fastest and the Skeleton Soldiers the slowest.

Arthur lowered his flying altitude, leading the way not too high above the ground to ensure the undead below could keep up.

“Wow! That’s so cool.”

Alex felt like a child discovering a new world, thrilled beyond words. This was her first time venturing so far from the castle since arriving in this world.

From this vantage point, she could see the entire environment around her castle. If not for the fog in the distance, she felt she could even spot the other Lords nearby.

Although the view had expanded with their ascent, the surrounding fog limited visibility, probably a system protection for other Lords, otherwise, it wouldn’t explain the persistent heavy fog.

Aside from a sore butt, the journey was otherwise unremarkable.

Arthur occasionally circled back to wait for the undead below.

Thus, Alex endured nearly an hour on Arthur’s back. They hadn’t flown far, spending most of the time waiting for the other undead.

Finally, by moonlight, Alex spotted a large swamp not far away. The gray mud and black soil formed a subtle boundary. The swamp was larger than she had anticipated, seemingly bigger than her castle’s territory.

The swamp was filled with thick, sturdy trees with black trunks and not a hint of green. The vast area and eerie atmosphere made it a daunting sight.

“This is going to be tough. The skeletons will have a hard time crossing this swamp.”

Circling around would waste at least an hour, and by then, it would almost be daylight, potentially missing out on double loot drops.

It was a miscalculation not to scout the route in advance.

However, Alex felt it shouldn’t be too problematic. The undead had infinite stamina, and although moving through the swamp might slow them down, it shouldn’t trap them.

“Arthur, keep flying forward!”

Alex instructed Arthur to scout ahead and pinpoint the exact location of the Goblin tribe to facilitate their upcoming assault.

“Arthur, fly higher, don’t let them spot you!”

Arthur ascended, flying high above, with fast-moving black clouds on either side obscuring any view.

Under Arthur’s full-powered flight, it took less than three minutes to clear the swamp, and then they continued forward for another two minutes.

“Respected Queen, I think I have spotted the cave you mentioned, surrounded by a group of Goblin guards.”

Arthur’s vision was naturally better than Alex’s, who was nearly blinded by the wind and could hardly observe the situation below.

“Good job, Arthur. Remember this spot. We’ll fly back, gather the troops, and storm their stronghold!”

Based on Arthur’s flying speed, Alex estimated that the undead would need about forty minutes to cross the swamp. The swamp was wide but not very long.