Elven cultivators

Chapter 102 Too Young

"It's a pity that resources are not available, otherwise the clan would have already allowed everyone to switch to cultivating the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Scripture."

"Many members of the Forest Guard want to learn this skill."

Roman was still rambling on and on.

Anton listened quietly with a faint smile on his face.

The resource consumption of the Eight Desolations Prison Scripture is indeed a major problem.

Although the Silver Moon Clan has developed rapidly in recent years, its wealth is still not enough to support too many people to cultivate this technique.

Only when our financial resources start to grow can we fully loosen our grip.

Currently, there is only one safe and stable open-source method, which is to cooperate with Grey Rock Fortress to develop more metal veins in the Thousand Rock Hills.

However, this raises the issue of manpower.

After all, a rift leading to the Underdark had recently appeared in the Frostpatter Silver Mine, requiring a large number of personnel to be stationed there.

"Speaking of which, the Underdark is famous for its rich mineral deposits. If we could find a few gold mines with abundant reserves there, wouldn't we have a fortune?"

Anton's heart skipped a beat. But then he shook his head.

Unless the Mind Flayer City-State can be eliminated, the clan simply cannot send enough people to mine in the Underdark.

Thinking of the Mind Flayer, Anton glanced at the dimensional bag at his waist.

After some research, he has decided which type of divine soul artifact he wants to forge.

The Soul-Suppressing Bell!

Simply put, this magical artifact has two major powers.

First is the Soul.

This bell does not protect against external objects or weapons; it is specifically designed to counter intangible and intangible malicious attacks that directly target the soul.

All invisible attacks targeting the holder's soul will be blocked and absorbed by the Soul-Suppressing Bell, and converted into and stored as soul power.

Secondly, it is used to suppress the soul.

The holder can activate the bell by striking its wall with their divine sense, releasing the accumulated soul power at once and transforming it into a cleansing sound wave to counterattack the enemy's soul.

Mild cases may result in excruciating headaches and mental confusion, while severe cases may cause tremors of the soul, bleeding from all seven orifices, and immediate death.

It can be described as having both offensive and defensive capabilities.

Among all kinds of divine soul artifacts, they are among the very top-tier few.

Anton has now gathered all the alternative materials and can begin refining them.

Last time, it took him more than a year to refine the Fire Shield. This time, with the experience, it should take less time.

But no matter what, it will take at least a year, which is definitely not as fast as dealing with Marcus.

But it doesn't matter, this thing was originally prepared for the Mind Flayer anyway.

The Soul Control ability has negligible effect on enemies like the Dragonborn.

After chatting with Anton for a while, Roman finally stuffed the medicine box into his pocket with satisfaction, waved, and turned to leave in a hurry.

Anton chuckled and shook his head, gathering his thoughts to continue refining magical artifacts and the five battalions of divine weapons.

......

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

The day before the operation, Anton received a message from Scott.

The following day, Anton left Silvermoon Forest and headed north until he arrived at the agreed-upon location.

It was a long, narrow lake, its water a deep indigo blue, calm as a mirror, reflecting the last golden-red hue of the sky.

The south side of the lake is a gentle slope, dotted with sparse shrubs and pebbles, offering a wide view.

Anton stood by the lake, his gaze sweeping across the water and looking into the distance.

At the edge of the field of vision, the outline of a small town can be vaguely seen.

Anton remembers that place was Changhu Town.

A small fishing port town, rich in a rare aquatic product called "Lake Light Fish".

The scales of the Lake Light Fish emit a pale blue fluorescence under the moonlight, making it a high-quality material for crafting magic scrolls, especially suitable for drawing water-based and illusion-based magic scrolls. As a result, it is quite famous among alchemists.

The town is self-governed by a local fishermen's guild, which pays heavy taxes to Longcheng every year in exchange for relatively free space.

In such a remote place, unless legendary experts are fighting, no matter how much noise is made, it will not attract the attention of others.

Anton withdrew his gaze, his mind stirred slightly, and his divine sense spread out, quickly detecting several auras hidden somewhere by the lake.

He started walking in that direction.

After rounding a rock about waist-high, four figures, some sitting and some standing, were talking in hushed tones behind the bushes ahead.

Scott was the first to notice Anton.

He stood up from a flat rock and smiled at Anton: "Canglan, you've come."

When facing Canglan, who was now his companion, he used a more intimate form of address.

Anton nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the people present.

Besides Scott, two of the other three were old acquaintances.

They were an orc and a Hydra whom I had met once before.

Seeing Anton looking over, the orc grinned at him, his hideous face contrasting sharply with his somewhat simple-minded gaze.

It introduced itself, saying, "My name is Bazel."

The three heads of the Hydra all looked over at the same time.

"We meet again, Canglan." The left head spoke first, its tone as familiar as if it were greeting an old friend.

"Hahaha, from now on we're all comrades." The middle head grinned.

"My name is Vaughn." The right side of the head finally remembered to introduce itself.

Anton nodded to Bazell and Vaughn as a greeting.

The last person was a middle-aged man.

He was about forty years old, lean and wiry, with a straight back and shoulders like a pine tree.

He had short, neat, gray-white hair, a slender face, slightly high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a pair of calm, deep-set gray-blue eyes that were as steady as a still pool, revealing a calmness and sharpness that came with years of experience.

He was wearing a dark gray, tight-fitting leather armor, with a long sword hanging at his waist.

Judging from the runes on the hilt, it is clearly a magic longsword.

"Mr. Canglan," the middle-aged man spoke first, "I've long admired your name. I am Summers."

"Just call me Canglan." Anton smiled and nodded.

Summers smiled and agreed, a hint of barely perceptible curiosity in his eyes as he looked at Anton.

He had studied the information about Canglan many times over.

This person's origins are shrouded in mystery. More than eighty years ago, he suddenly appeared on the Eldron Plains, killed the guards of the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild, and then disappeared without a trace.

He reappeared twenty years ago, first killing the president of the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild, and then destroying twenty-one military outposts with lightning speed, killing countless Dragonborn.

Both in terms of strength and style of doing things, he can be considered the most ideal member of the Meteor Dragon Society.

This is also why he agreed to recruit Canglan into the organization.

Summers was still somewhat surprised to see him in person today.

Too young!

Although Gold-rank experts generally age more slowly, Cang Lan showed almost no signs of hardship or vicissitude.

Based on Cang Lan's experience, he should definitely be over a hundred years old.

It’s weird.

Curious as he was, Summers didn't ask any questions. Instead, he took out a folded parchment map from his pocket and unfolded it on the flat rock.

"Everyone's here, let's discuss tomorrow's action plan."

The others also gathered around.

"This is the only route Marcus will take back to Dragon City tomorrow." Summers pointed to a winding dotted line on the map. "About five kilometers north of here, there is a narrow strip of land called 'Ash Valley,' which is the only route the convoy will take. Our plan is to ambush them here."

"Ash Valley is located between Azurewater Harbor and Krethore Dragon City, but it is further away from the latter. As long as we finish the battle within half an hour, we can definitely leave before the reinforcements from Dragon City arrive."

"Half an hour is enough," Scott nodded.

"As for Azurewater Harbor," Scott continued, "as long as we don't act on their territory, the Azurewater Council won't interfere. And just in case, tomorrow our people will stage a feigned attack on the Dragonborn garrison to draw the guards' attention and keep them preoccupied."

These words were spoken bluntly, but everyone present understood their meaning.

The members of the Bishui Council are essentially a group of businessmen.

It is in a businessman's nature to seek profit and avoid harm. Without sufficient profit, they will not risk their lives for a dragonborn officer.

Moreover, after Marcus arrived at Bluewater Harbor, he acted arrogantly towards the Bluewater Council, treating those members like servants. Those people probably wished nothing more than for him to get into trouble.

Even if some councilors favor Dragon City, with the others from the Meteor Dragon Society diverting attention, they probably won't have the mind to pay attention to what's happening outside the city.

The plan was not complicated, and everyone quickly understood it after Summers' explanation.

"We'll rest here tonight and set off early tomorrow morning to ambush in Ash Valley."

Summers put away the map and glanced at the others.

No one objected, so they set up a campfire on the spot and prepared to spend the night there.

As darkness fell, the last glimmer of golden-red on the lake was swallowed by the indigo blue.

In the distance, the town of Changhu lit up with scattered lights, like fireflies scattered in the darkness.

Silent all night.

The next morning, the five set off for Ash Valley.

Ash Valley is nestled among low hills, with earthen slopes on both sides no more than thirty or forty meters high. Sparse clumps of withered yellow thorns grow on the top of the slopes, shivering in the morning breeze.

The valley is about 100 meters wide, and the ground is covered with a layer of gray-black volcanic ash gravel. It makes a rustling sound when you step on it and kicks up fine dust.

When Anton and his five companions arrived, it was just dawn.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, flowing slowly through the valley and blurring the distant scenery into silhouettes of varying shades.

The five men found a secluded spot to lie in ambush, concealing their presence to the extreme.

Time passed in silence.

As the morning mist gradually dissipated, sunlight emerged from behind the eastern mountain ridge, bathing Ash Valley in a pale gold hue.

Anton spread his divine sense, covering the entire Ash Valley and the narrow road outside the valley.

After breaking through to the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, the range of his divine sense coverage expanded further, and now his perception radius is approaching three thousand meters.

At this rate of increase, once he breaks through to the Golden Core stage, the radius of his divine sense coverage will probably be twenty or thirty kilometers.

The attack range of the sword pellet is equivalent to the coverage area of ​​divine sense.

This means that the enemy will be cut down by the sword before they can even see him.

This is the power of flying sword techniques.

Just as he was feeling sentimental, Anton's divine sense suddenly detected a group of people marching towards them in the distance.

"They're here," Anton said in a low voice.

Summers and his three companions were slightly taken aback, and the next moment they saw the outline of the convoy appearing in the distance outside the valley.

Upon seeing this, the four men's gazes toward Anton changed slightly, carrying a hint of surprise.

What a keen sense of perception!