Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 387 Treasure House
The elves in the hall scanned the elves behind Zhou Leng and, finding no one objecting, realized that it was indeed the King of Light manifesting himself.

Everyone knelt down in worship, except for an old elf with a face full of wrinkles who hesitated for a moment before bowing in respect.

After bowing, the legendary elf Silverlake Wind looked at Zhou Leng.

"Your Highness, may I ask what happened?"

Zhou Leng discovered that he could understand Elvish, but he still couldn't speak it very well.

So he said, "Silver Lake Moon, please give a brief explanation."

"Yes, Your Highness. Respected Grandpa Feng, the matter is as follows..."

The Silver Lake Moon subtly embellished Zhou Leng's actions, making them even greater, brighter, more upright, and more courageous.

It even adds some details about the elven heroes from ancient legends.

When recounting the coming of the King of Light, they even sang hymns in praise of him.

As the hymns were sung, the magical lights in the underground hall suddenly blazed on, becoming ten times brighter than before.

The elves who remained believed it.

If one lies in such a place, the King of Light may indeed descend and slay the blasphemer.

After Yin Huyue finished speaking, Zhou Leng took out two huge ant queen heads from the Demon Spirit Bag.

The insect juice on it has not completely dried.

"May the God of Elves protect us..." the elves prayed softly.

Yin Hufeng's aged, withered lips moved slightly, and finally he sighed softly, saying, "Your Highness Zhou Leng, the situation is critical. We are surrounded by the allied forces of demons, and we have no choice but to fight to the death."

Silver Lake Moon said, "Grandpa Wind, His Highness is the only legitimate Grand Duke of the Elf race. The Elf race cannot lose him. Please open the underground passage and send him away so that we can fight to the death."

Silverlake Wind sighed and said, "After the last batch of young elves were sent out, the passage was completely sealed off. We will live and die with Silverlake Town."

The elves looked sorrowful.

Yin Huyue frowned slightly and looked at Zhou Leng, saying, "Your Highness, what do you think we should do?"

The elves who remained behind were displeased to see that Silver Lake Moon always put Zhou Leng first.

Zhou Leng asked, "This is the underground city, right? What's the situation up there?"

"Grandpa Wind, please use your magic to check the situation outside."

With a wave of his hand, Yin Hufeng caused the words on the Blood-Inscribed Jade Wall to vanish, transforming into a giant light screen that reflected the view overlooking Yin Hu Town.

Hundreds of thousands of monsters and giant insect armies surrounded Silverlake Town.

Large numbers of forest tribes clashed with monsters.

Poison Treants, Treants, Wild Elves, Druids, Night Leopards, Eaglemen, and many others fought bravely.

The ground was littered with corpses, and the edges of the beautiful silver lake were stained red.

A row of castles built against the mountain in Silverlake Town became the last line of defense for the forest tribes.

Outside Silver Lake Town, the masters were locked in fierce battle, causing vast swathes of forest to collapse and the earth to cave in.

Zhou Leng suddenly saw Xiao Yong peeking out from a corner, looking around, before disappearing into the ground.

"Are there any reinforcements?" Zhou Leng asked.

"The Treant race has sent reinforcements, but we may not be able to hold out until they arrive."

How many grandmasters does the opposing team have?

"I don't know, there are more legends here than here, and it's still a draw."

"How's the battle between the Qi and Blood Realm and the Innate Realm?"

"In battles in the mortal realm, we are outnumbered, but because the enemy's attack methods are generally weak, we have the advantage."

"In a battle at the Saint-level, the enemy outnumbers us too much, and we are at a disadvantage."

Zhou Leng thought for a moment and said, "There's no point in us hiding here. They'll find out sooner or later. Let's go out and fight first, and figure out a way to break through as we go. It would be best if we could wait for reinforcements. If not, we'll try to break through."

"We will live and die with Yinhu Town." Yinhu Feng said calmly.

"Your elven race built a glorious empire, lingered on for ten thousand years, and the ultimate meaning of it all is to die here?" Zhou Leng retorted.

"We have no choice."

"Since there is no other choice, why let a group of young children leave? Wouldn't it be better to die here together?"

"We must leave a seed for the elven race."

“A seed that rises from the ashes is a good seed. Seeds grown in a greenhouse are just grain,” Zhou Leng said.

Yinhu Feng paused for a moment, then said, "You are a saint, and I do not wish to argue with you."

"Oh, so you're also under my command. Alright, everyone listen up, join me in battle. If reinforcements don't arrive, look for an opportunity to break out! Those who are willing to stay here and fight to the death, I won't stop them. Those who are willing to rebuild the Elven Empire together, please leave with me."

Before Silver Lake Wind could speak, Silver Lake Moon shouted, "We swear to follow the Duke to the death!"

"We swear to follow the Duke to the death!" many elves loyal to Zhou Leng shouted instinctively.

Hundreds of people shouted in unison in the underground hall, creating a powerful and echoing sound.

Some of the remaining elves showed slight changes in expression.

Silver Lake Moon said, "Grandpa Wind, please take us to the armory. We must fight for the elves."

Silver Lake Wind swept its gaze over the elf behind Zhou Leng.

Except for a few elves whose gazes darted away, most elves had resolute, pure, and innocent eyes.

He was somewhat taken aback. These elves seemed to have truly been reborn from the ashes, just as Zhou Leng had said, and their appearance was indeed different from before.

"Alright." Silver Lake Wind sighed, slightly bent over, leaning on his huge staff, and led the group to the Elf Treasury.

Some elves tried to dissuade them, but when they thought about how these people were fighting, they silently followed forward.

The gates opened, and the group entered a huge hall.

The hall was deep and secluded, with warehouse doors on both sides.

The items stored on the door were marked in Elvish.

Zhou Leng, who couldn't recognize them all before, now knew them at a glance. Yin Hufeng stopped in front of the "Sanctuary Armory" and said, "Each person can choose one weapon, one piece of protective gear, and one magic artifact."

Zhou Leng pointed to the deepest "Legendary Armory" and "Demigod Armory" and asked, "With a large army pressing in and the elves facing annihilation, can't we obtain better weapons?"

Silver Lake Wind said, "The Demigod Armory is empty. The Legendary Armory requires ten Legends to open."

Yinhuyue said, "Your Highness, you possess the Mark of the Saint and the Crown of the Grand Duke. Theoretically, you have the right to open the legendary armory. You can give it a try."

Yinhu Feng was both amused and exasperated, never expecting Yinhu Yue to be so biased towards this person.

He said, "Now that things have come to this, I am not trying to stop you. As long as you can open the treasure vault, you can certainly take a set for yourself."

Zhou Leng said, "It's said that the new elven weapons are quite ordinary, while the ancient elven weapons are powerful. Can such ancient artifacts still be used?"

"Ordinary weapons last for a few hundred years at most. Advanced weapons are nourished by magic arrays and maintained regularly. A few advanced weapons are crafted by demigods using the branches of the mother tree. Over time, they not only do not decay, but become even stronger."

"I'll give it a try." Zhou Leng became interested and walked to the legendary armory.

This gate is half stone and half wood, with beautiful magical patterns on its surface. It looks old, but it is as sturdy as ever.

Yinhuyue said, "Try reciting the incantation after me."

So, Yin Huyue recited a sentence, and Zhou Leng followed suit.

Finally, Zhou Leng placed his hands on the gate, the dwarf crown glowed slightly, and a platinum holy leaf appeared between his brows.

The magical patterns on the door suddenly lit up, forming a complete magic circle that illuminated the hall.

Rumble…

The door slowly opened.

The elves looked at the new Grand Duke with complete admiration.

Yinhu Feng was stunned for a moment, not expecting that this human had actually passed the ancestor's verification.

This warehouse was built by the King of Light and others, and the magic array on it was personally carved by the King of Light.

He sighed and let go of his guard.

Zhou Leng strode into the legendary armory, with Yin Hufeng following behind. The others only dared to stand outside the door, craning their necks to watch.

The ground, walls, and roof were covered with dense, azure magic circles, and the blue light made the interior incredibly bright.

Inside the warehouse, rows of weapon and equipment racks were displayed.

Most of the area was empty, with only a few shelves containing equipment.

Yinhu Feng sighed, "It is said that there were countless treasures here back then, and many weapons and protective gear were left on the ground."

Zhou Leng turned to look at Yin Huyue and said, "Why don't you come in?"

"We are not qualified to enter."

“You are qualified now,” Zhou Leng said.

Yinhuyue looked at Yinhufeng, who hesitated for a moment before saying, "His Highness the Grand Duke's orders are above all else."

Silver Lake Moon entered cautiously, and the magic circle did not obstruct her, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked quickly to Zhou Leng's side and pointed to the stone platforms at the deepest part of the room, which were completely different from the shelves.

"Why don't you go and take a look there?"

Zhou Leng strode towards the stone platform.

On the stone platform, a few weapons and protective gear were laid out, spotless and brand new.

The elves were helpless; this Silver Lake Moon had been sold out completely.

Those legendary items were all made by demigods.

Zhou Leng scanned the platform, which was mostly filled with longbows and staves.

"You two each pick one item."

Both the moon over the Silver Lake and the wind over the Silver Lake were captivated.

Not to mention Silver Lake Moon, even Silver Lake Wind, a legendary old tribesman, is not qualified to choose a weapon from it.

"Your entire clan is on the verge of extermination, what are you hesitating for?"

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, he looked at the weapons that suited him best.

There are seven elven swords on the stone platform.

Among them were four rapiers, two longswords, and one broadsword.

Zhou Leng observed carefully and discovered that a longsword was imbued with ice-type power, so he drew it from its sheath.

Clang...

The sound of swords clashing resounded.

Under the light of the magic circle, the blade was covered in frost, and the snowflake patterns on the back of the sword were clear, exuding a chilling aura.

Zhou Leng slowly brought his finger close to the blade, and when it was still a millimeter away from the blade, his skin broke open on its own.

"Good sword."

Zhou Leng returned the sword to its sheath.

Yinhuyue examined it carefully and said, "This sword is called 'Frost Cry.' It not only possesses the power of ice but also a mesmerizing sound, and its material is of excellent quality. Before you use it, it is best to perform a sword-opening ceremony and nourish the sword with your blood. After that, this sword will never harm you."

"As expected of a legendary sword. This sword is more suitable for me, and is good for dealing with experts. However, it would be too wasteful to use this sword against low-level monsters; I need a knife instead."

Zhou Leng sheathed his Frost Cry Sword and walked toward the other stone platforms.

Yin Hufeng frowned slightly, sensing something was amiss.

Zhou Leng then took out a thick-backed broadsword from the stone platform. It was entirely crimson and unlike the style of the elves, so it was probably made for another race.

Yinhuyue said, "This sword is called 'Molten Wall'. When it is wielded, it is like a wall of flames, which is very spectacular."

This thick-backed broadsword is best suited for group battles and charges, and Zhou Leng acquired it.

(End of this chapter)