Elven cultivators

Silvermoon Forest, Eternal Palace.

A meeting is in progress.

Unlike the solemn atmosphere of the past, the hall was filled with an undisguised sense of ease and joy.

The elves sat around the long table, all with smiles on their faces.

The Grand Elder sat at the head of the table, a slight smile playing on his lips, a rare gentle expression appearing on his weathered face.

Five days have passed since the fall of Cresol Dragon City.

During these five days, the Silvermoon Clan was extremely busy, but they also reaped a great harvest.

Now we finally have time to sit down and properly review the results of this war.

"Everyone's here, let's begin."

As the Grand Elder spoke, the conversation in the hall gradually subsided.

All eyes turned to Cedric.

The captain of the forest guard stood up and unfolded the parchment in his hand.

Unlike his usual cold and stern tone, his voice today carried a rare hint of lightness.

"The Forest Guard has now taken over Dragon City, and the defensive array is under our control. After initial repairs, it has restored its basic defensive functions."

"The inventory of resources in the warehouse is still in progress, but judging from what has been counted so far, the quantity is quite astonishing."

"What is certain is that this batch of resources, in terms of both quantity and quality, far exceeds the previous harvest from the Mind Flayer City-State."

A low murmur arose in the hall, and the elves' smiles deepened.

It goes without saying that the accumulated wealth of Kreisor Dragon City over thousands of years must be extremely substantial.

They really had a big, satisfying meal this time.

"The prisoners of the vassal races of Dragon City have been settled and are currently being held in Dragon City. The total number is about 12,000, of which about 8,000 are adult prisoners who can be used as laborers, and the rest are the elderly, women and children."

"As for the Dragonborn."

Cedric paused, then continued:

"After the Shining Dragon destroyed the Stonefist Tribe, Grayfin Fishing Town, and Windmill Valley, Kretho Dragon City redeployed troops to several towns. Later, as the war intensified, they redeployed most of their forces to the battlefield, so there are not many Dragonborn left in these towns."

"When news of the fall of Dragon City spread, these dragonborn attempted to escape from Eldron Plains, but were captured in time."

"To date, a total of over 800 dragon descendants have been captured, most of whom are low-blood dragon descendants. Only a small number of high-blood dragon descendants and a few pure-blood dragon descendants are imprisoned in Dragon City."

"What should be done with these people?"

The hall fell silent.

All eyes turned to Anton.

Even the Grand Elder was no exception.

Anton hesitated for a moment, then calmly said, "Make them all slaves."

The essence of flesh and blood from ordinary dragons provides negligible improvement to the current Sword Pill.

He doesn't lack that.

Rather than killing them, it's better to keep these dragonborn as laborers.

After all, it is foreseeable that the clan will need a large workforce in the future, and these vassal races and dragonborn will come in handy.

In addition, Dragonborn can also be used as material sources, just like Lizardmen.

Cedric nodded slightly and sat back down.

Next, Elena stood up and took over the conversation.

"Preliminary exploration and statistics have been completed regarding the mineral veins controlled by Longcheng, totaling thirty-eight."

"Among them, there are 21 ordinary metal veins, including iron ore, copper ore, silver ore, etc., all of good quality and with considerable reserves."

"Fifteen rare metal veins, including mithril, flame-patterned copper, sunstone, amber gold... These are all commonly used materials for making magical items and are extremely valuable."

"The remaining two are magic stone veins."

As Elena spoke, the elves' faces lit up with barely suppressed joy.

The abundant resources in Longcheng Warehouse pleased them, but the mineral veins were even better.

As long as it is in their hands, it can generate wealth continuously, providing the clan with a stable and lasting source of income.

This is the foundation of one's character.

Especially the two magic stone veins.

Magic Stones are one of the most precious strategic resources in the Dawn Continent.

Whether it's a spellcaster quickly restoring their magic power, activating large-scale magic arrays, or driving magical devices, magic stones are indispensable.

Previously, the magic stone mines on the Eldron Plains were almost entirely monopolized by the city of Krisoron, and the amount of magic stones circulating in the market was pitifully small, with prices remaining high year after year.

Even if many factions have enough wealth, they still cannot buy enough magic stones.

Now, these veins belong to the Silvermoon Clan.

They could make huge profits by selling magic stones if they wanted to.

Anton, on the other hand, wore a thoughtful expression.

Magic stones offer numerous benefits to other factions.

Owning a magic stone mine can greatly accelerate the development of your power.

However, for the Silvermoon Clan, the benefits of magic stones are not so obvious.

After all, under Anton's influence, the clan has now embarked on a path that is completely different from the mainstream of the Dawn Continent.

The clan now uses more sensing stones and has little need for magic stones.

Thinking about this, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Spirit stones and magic stones are essentially energy crystals, only differing in the nature and density of their energy.

So, is it possible to transform a magic stone into a spirit stone simply by changing its energy properties and density?

After a moment of contemplation, Anton realized that this idea was not entirely impossible.

Both are ultimately condensed forms of the energy of heaven and earth, only differing in their compression methods and energy densities.

If a suitable transformation method is found, it is not impossible to turn magic stones into spirit stones.

Without enough magic stones, even if a conversion method is developed, it won't be of much help.

Now the clan controls two magic stone mines, and the Dragon City treasury is filled with mountains of magic stones. As long as they master the conversion method, the clan will not have to worry about spirit stones for a long time to come.

Anton kept this in mind and planned to start researching it.

Just as he was deep in thought, Elena spoke again.

"Besides the mineral vein, there are two other ley line nodes."

Upon hearing this, the murmurs in the hall subsided.

The elves all turned their attention to it.

The benefits of leyline nodes are self-evident.

There are only two known leyline nodes on the Eldron Plains, both of which were previously controlled by the city of Crestor.

Not long ago, the clan, thanks to Anton's good fortune, finally managed to acquire a ley line node in the Underdark.

Unfortunately, before it could be developed, war broke out.

Fortunately, this misfortune turned into a blessing in disguise, and now the two ley lines in Longcheng's possession have become the property of the clan.

"There are two ley line nodes, one of which is the current location of Dragon City."

"Another location is about 30 kilometers from Dragon City, in the eastern hilly area. Dragon City built a breeding farm there specifically for taming Firemane Beasts, and we also discovered more than 300 Firemane Beasts there."

Elena looked at Anton and asked, "What should we do with these two ley line nodes?"

Instead of answering, Anton asked, "What about those fire-maned beasts? Can they be used by us?"

Irene shook her head, a hint of regret in her expression.

"No, we've investigated. Dragon City's method of taming Firemane Beasts is very special, based on the premise of dragon bloodline, which is difficult for other races to imitate."

"I sent my guards to try, but those fire-mane beasts won't let anyone other than dragonborn ride them."

"And what about daily feeding?" Anton asked again.

Irene paused for a moment: "Daily feeding... is not a problem."

Anton said without hesitation, "Then let's raise the Firemane Beast as livestock, and use its flesh and blood to supply our clansmen for cultivating the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Scripture."

Upon hearing this, the elves' eyes lit up.

Yup!

The Firemane Beast is a dragon beast, and its flesh and blood contain abundant energy, making it an excellent material for cultivating the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Scripture.

Since they can't be used as mounts, they might as well be domesticated as livestock.

This provides clan warriors with an additional stable source of training resources.

It can support more warriors to cultivate the Eight Desolate Prison Suppression Scripture.

"Great idea!" The Third Elder slammed his hand on the table and laughed heartily. "Anyway, those Firemane Beasts are just sitting around doing nothing. It's perfect to raise them for meat."

Elena noted this down and then asked, "What about the ley line nodes in Dragon City?"

Anton said, "No rush. I'll go and investigate in a few days before making a decision."

Irene nodded in agreement.

The following items were all relatively minor matters, and they were passed with almost no setbacks.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually relaxed.

The hall fell silent again only after the Grand Elder spoke again.

"There's one last thing."

The elder's gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Anton.

"The position of clan chief has been vacant for far too long."

"In the past, when the clan was weak and there was no qualified successor, I could barely hold on."

"But things are different now."

"Our clan has a new legendary powerhouse; it is time to hand over the responsibility of leading the clan forward."

"I propose that, starting today, Anton shall assume the position of the new patriarch of the Silvermoon Clan."

The elder who spoke these words had a calm and gentle expression, with a sense of relief and ease.

That was the relief of an old man who had carried a burden for a century, finally handing over the weight to someone else.

He slowly stood up, facing Anton, bowing slightly, raising his right hand with fingertips pointing upwards and palm facing inwards, like an ancient oak branch drooping naturally in the wind.

This is the oldest etiquette of the Elven race—the weeping branch ceremony.

When one elf bows to another elf, it means that he sincerely acknowledges the latter's status and authority, and is willing to follow its guidance like a branch clinging to a tree trunk.

The Second Elder and the Third Elder followed suit, rising to their feet and making the same gesture.

Then came one high-ranking elf after another.

Roman, Eleanor, Cedric, Irene, Darian...

There was no sound in the hall except for the soft rustling of robes.

Anton sat in his seat, his gaze calmly sweeping over the figures bowing in the hall.

Their eyes were filled with a deep sense of trust and expectation.

That's what he accumulated bit by bit over a century.

Without hesitation, Anton stood up, faced the crowd, and spoke earnestly.

"I promise everyone that I will lead the clan to continued glory in the future."

There were no grand declarations, no lofty visions.

Just one simple sentence.

But it put every elf present at ease more than any flowery words.

It was as if as long as he was there, nothing else mattered.

The elves in the hall looked up, and their faces all broke into genuine smiles of joy.