Elven cultivators

Chapter 100: He's completely taking the blame now.

The Northwind Camp is located on the edge of the northern wasteland, near the former territory of the Molten Thorn tribe.

After the destruction of the Molten Thorn tribe, this place gradually became a gathering place for adventurers who went to hunt in the northern wilderness.

The lack of a fixed ruler and the resulting chaos created fertile ground for shady dealings, causing Northwind Camp to gradually transform into a black market-like place, where certain gray-area transactions were very active.

On the vast wilderness, dilapidated tents and wooden houses were haphazardly crammed together, crooked and twisted, like broken chess pieces carelessly scattered on the ground.

The air was thick with the mingled smells of cheap beer, roasted meat, and leather, and occasionally a drunken adventurer would stagger across the muddy path, cursing under his breath.

At the edge of the camp, inside an inconspicuous gray tent.

Anton sat cross-legged on one side of the low table, the dim light from the light source casting swaying shadows on the tent fabric.

Scott sat opposite him, took a parchment scroll from his pocket, and deftly tore open the seal.

An invisible ripple spread out from the reel, enveloping the entire tent and instantly shutting out all outside sounds.

Once the soundproof barrier was confirmed to be in place, Scott looked at Anton across from him with a broad smile.

"Mr. Canglan, I've been hearing a lot about you lately. Kreisor Dragon City is in a terrible mess because of you."

Anton smiled slightly and said nothing.

Seeing that Anton had no interest in small talk, Scott stopped wasting time and got straight to the point: "We've made some progress on the materials you asked us to find, but because of the short timeframe, we've only found two types so far. We're still looking for the others."

Anton's spirits lifted, but his expression remained calm: "Which two?"

Scott took something directly from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

It was a fist-sized, translucent yellow piece of amber.

Inside, a wisp of grayish-white substance, like smoke, floated within the tent, emitting a faint phosphorescent glow, like a will-o'-the-wisp trapped in amber.

"Ghost Amber." Anton recognized it immediately.

Ghostly Amber originates from the Misty Swamp, a well-known and dangerous place located in the southeast of the continent.

The place is shrouded in thick fog year-round, filled with poisonous gas, and inhabited by swarms of venomous insects, swamp pythons, and lost souls.

Deep within the Misty Swamp, there exists a magical plant called the Withered Ancient Tree.

They themselves do not attack actively, but their roots secrete a special toxin that turns the surrounding soil into a death trap.

Any living thing that enters the root system of a dead ancient tree will be unknowingly corroded by toxins, gradually lose its vitality, and eventually fall under the roots of the ancient tree, becoming its nutrients.

The souls of those creatures that die at the hands of the withered ancient tree are absorbed and trapped by it, eventually condensing into ghostly amber deep within its roots.

Ghost amber possesses the property of sealing away spiritual entities, and can be used to capture and store dissipated spiritual energy.

The souls sealed inside the top-grade Ghost Amber still retain a trace of instinctive consciousness. As long as you carry it with you, it can help resist external mental invasion.

In the Dawn Continent, Ghost Amber is one of the core materials for crafting advanced mind protection equipment, and it is quite valuable.

That's why Anton included Ghost Amber in the list of main materials for crafting divine soul artifacts.

The ghostly amber that Scott took out was translucent, with a bright phosphorescence, and the wisp of grayish-white smoke-like substance inside was exceptionally lively, clearly indicating that it was a top-quality piece.

Anton was overjoyed; now he had the main material to refine the divine soul artifact.

Suppressing his excitement, he continued, "And the second one?"

Scott paused for a moment and then said, "The second material is a Dragonfire Pearl."

Anton raised an eyebrow; this time he was genuinely surprised.

If a pure-blooded dragon descendant dies, and the concentration of dragon blood in their body is high enough, and the deceased had awakened the fire elemental law or a corresponding secondary law during their lifetime, there is a very small chance that their heart will condense into a dragon flame bead under certain conditions.

This is the final condensation of the essence of the Dragonborn's flesh and blood, containing extremely rich fire elemental energy, making it a top-grade material for crafting high-level fire elemental magic items.

Because the conditions for its formation are extremely demanding, even Dragon City doesn't have many Dragon Flame Pearls.

The key point is that this item has special significance, and Dragon City would never allow it to remain outside. It was quite unexpected that the Meteor Dragon Society was able to acquire it.

Seemingly guessing Anton's thoughts, Scott waved his hand awkwardly: "We don't have any Dragonfire Pearls on hand, we only have some clues about them."

Anton suddenly understood, a slight disappointment on his face, and then asked, "What clue?"

Scott said, "As far as we know, the current highest-ranking officer of the Dragonborn garrison in Azurewater Harbor, Marcus, wields a supernatural-grade magic longsword with a dragonfire orb embedded in its hilt."

Anton's gaze narrowed slightly.

Marcus.

He was naturally familiar with this name.

This guy was the one who supported the Molten Thorn Tribe and caused a lot of damage to the Silvermoon Clan.

Over the years, he had secretly sneaked into Bluewater Harbor several times and knew that Marcus had been "exiled" to Bluewater Harbor.

This guy is a pure-blooded dragon descendant. He is already a high-level Gold-ranking expert before he is even two hundred years old. If it weren't for the annihilation of the Stone-skinned Troll vassal army, he would have been highly regarded by the City of Crestor.

Perhaps in a few decades or a hundred years, he will become one of the rulers.

It's not surprising that he has something as valuable as the Dragon Flame Pearl.

With its quality, the Dragon Flame Pearl is more than sufficient to be the main fire-attribute ingredient for the Condensation Pill.

"Is the information reliable?" Anton confirmed.

"Absolutely reliable." Scott nodded solemnly.

Anton remained silent, giving Scott a meaningful glance.

He didn't doubt the authenticity of the other party's information, but with the resources and channels of the Meteor Dragon Society, finding another type of fire-attribute main material shouldn't be difficult; it would just take a little more time.

But then the Meteor Dragon Society released news about the Dragon Flame Pearl, and it just so happened to be related to Marcus.

Anton knew that after Marcus arrived at Bluewater Harbor, he frantically hunted down members of the Meteor Dragon Society like a mad dog.

Under the combined attacks of the Dragonborn garrison and the guard, the Fallen Dragon Society has suffered considerable losses in recent years.

It's obvious that the Meteor Dragon Society hates Marcus to the bone and has probably wanted to get rid of him for a long time.

Anton didn't believe for a second that the Meteor Dragon would give him information about the Dragon Flame Pearl at this time, without some ulterior motive.

Seemingly feeling a little guilty under Anton's gaze, Scott coughed lightly, pointed to the Ghost Amber on the table, and said, "This Ghost Amber is for Mr. Canglan, as a gift from the organization to celebrate your joining."

Clearly, this is the Meteor Dragon Society's compensation for taking action against Anton.

Anton then looked away and accepted the ghostly amber without any hesitation.

Anyway, even without the Meteor Dragon Society, he would have to deal with Marcus sooner or later, so he might as well take this opportunity to make a move, get a Ghost Amber for free, and also get the fire-attribute main ingredient for the Condensation Pill.

Kill two birds with one stone!

"What are you planning to do?" Anton asked.

Upon hearing this, Scott knew that the other party had agreed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly said, "According to our investigation, Marcus returns to Cresolon City every year to report on his work. The next report is in three months. We plan to make our move on his way to Cresolon City."

Anton nodded slightly.

It does sound like a great opportunity.

Marcus will certainly not take too many troops with him when he returns to Cresolon.

There's no need to worry about the guards or the guardian of the Azure Water Council interfering if we take action outside Azure Water Harbor.

This was undoubtedly the time when Marcus's guard was at its weakest.

Scott continued, "The branch will send four people, including myself, two upper-level gold, two mid-level gold, plus you, for a total of five gold-tier combatants to ambush Marcus."

As a pure-blooded dragon descendant, Marcus's combat strength is definitely much greater than that of an ordinary Gold Saint.

Even so, it would be enough for three top-tier Gold-level experts to gang up on him and kill him.

The remaining two Gold-ranked mid-tiers will be responsible for dealing with the other Dragonborn.

However, Scott felt it wasn't enough and sighed, saying, "The Eldron branch was only recently established and we're short-handed. For the time being, this is all the manpower we can muster."

Anton secretly rolled his eyes, ignoring the other party's Versailles-like manner.

In the entire Eldron Plains, only a handful of forces, such as the Silvermoon Clan, Grayrock Fortress, and the former Molten Thorn Tribe, can muster a handful of Gold-tier combat power.

The Meteor Dragon Society is just a newly established branch, yet it can easily mobilize four Gold-rank combatants, which alone shows its profound foundation.

Come to think of it, if they didn't have some real skills, the Meteor Dragon Society wouldn't have been able to compete with the Dragon Cities in various regions for so long.

"Then let's proceed according to your plan." Anton took out several telepathic scrolls, placed them on the table, and pushed them toward Scott. "Contact me again when it's almost time."

Scott hesitated for a moment, wanting to say that the Meteor Dragon Society actually had more convenient means of communication.

But it was clear that Canglan did not fully trust them and did not intend to use the Meteor Dragon Society's communication tools.

Scott didn't think Canglan's approach was superfluous.

If the latter hadn't been cautious enough, he would have been captured by Cresol Dragon City long ago and wouldn't be alive now.

With a jumble of thoughts running through his mind, Scott ultimately said nothing, simply nodding as he accepted the telephony reel.

"Goodbye."

Having finished his business, Anton didn't linger. He got up, lifted the curtain, and stepped out of the tent.

Scott watched Anton leave, then looked away, got up to clean up the marks in the tent, and left Northwind Camp as well.

Today's mission was a complete success, as he successfully recruited a powerful fighter for the Eldron branch of the Meteor Dragon Society.

Previously, the Meteor Dragon Society was blamed for Cang Lan's actions, with everyone attributing Cang Lan's destruction of military outposts to the Meteor Dragon Society.

Even if the Meteor Dragon Society doesn't intend to defend itself, it's unlikely that many people would believe it.

However, starting today, I'm officially taking the blame.

After all, Canglan is now truly a member of the Meteor Dragon Society.