Elven cultivators

We absolutely must get our hands on this!

Anton immediately made up his mind, suppressed his joy, and continued browsing.

There were many more good items on the redemption list, but most of them weren't necessities for him.

Just as Anton sped up his browsing and was about to quickly finish scanning the remaining pages, his gaze suddenly stopped.

Grant happened to walk over, saw the entries displayed on the crystal panel, and said with a smile, "Surprised? I was also surprised when I first learned that there were legendary golems in ancient times. It's just a pity that we didn't know the authentication key for these golems and couldn't control them."

"The greatest value of these golems now is as objects for studying ancient alchemy, or to be dismantled and used as materials."

A barely perceptible smile flashed in Anton's eyes.

The golem displayed on the crystal plate was identical to the legendary golem he had discovered in the Underdark, from its appearance to its structural features; they were clearly the same type of thing.

For others, this golem is not particularly useful.

But for him, it was of extraordinary significance.

As long as he has enough golems, he can dismantle them to obtain a large amount of materials to refine the Six Ding Six Jia and gather the twelve guardian deities.

That's not only twelve combatants who surpass the third level of the Golden Core stage, but they can also form the Six Ding Six Jia Formation, which can even put up a fight against Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

The most powerful force on the Dawn Continent right now is only at the Saint level.

With twelve guardian deities by his side, he could not only roam freely across the continent, but at least he would no longer have to fear anyone.

Anton withdrew his gaze, having already made a clear plan for this exchange objective.

The Thunder Prison Pillar is the top priority; we must obtain it.

Next is the legendary golem.

Then come the elemental origin crystals, elemental cores, the source of all trees, and the essence of the dragon's blood.

If you have extra contribution points, then consider other resources.

"So, is there anything you like?"

Grant chuckled and asked as he saw Anton put away his identity badge.

"There are indeed quite a few good things," Anton said frankly, then changed the subject, his gaze falling on a small counter in the corner. "What's that place over there?"

Grant followed his gaze and casually said, "That's the consignment exchange area, a place specifically for powerful individuals from different races to trade resources. You can leave what you want to sell there, along with your exchange terms. If someone takes a liking to it, the staff will contact you and arrange a meeting with the buyer to discuss the transaction."

Anton suddenly realized, thought for a moment, and walked towards the counter.

It goes without saying that the resources there are incomparable to those provided by the coalition forces.

But what if we find something good?

Anyway, it won't take much time to take a look.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pleasant surprise for Anton.

He actually saw the Thunder Prison Pillar on it.

Even though there was only one, Anton immediately made up his mind to get his hands on it.

The seller of the Lightning Pillar is named Oru, and his note requests an exchange for extraordinary magical equipment.

Anton had a plan in mind, so he immediately called over a staff member and asked them to help contact the seller.

Grant, who was standing to the side, saw that Anton was so interested in the Thunder Prison Pillar and wondered what he wanted to do with it.

But he didn't investigate further and kept his questions to himself.

Everyone has their own secrets; there's no need to pry.

Not long after, a figure strode quickly from the entrance of the hall.

After looking around, his gaze quickly fell on Anton, and he strode over.

Anton looked closely and discovered that the newcomer was actually an ape-man.

He has a well-proportioned and slender build, with long golden hair covering his back and light brown hair on the rest of his body.

Its facial features are clear, its features are close to those of a human, and its fingers look long and flexible, unlike the rough ones of other apes.

Compared to ordinary apes, this one looks more like a human.

Anton immediately recognized the other party's ethnic origin.

Golden-backed ape-man.

A relatively small but powerful race of apes.

Their status among the ape-man race is roughly equivalent to that of the four elemental dragons among the dragon race.

When the golden-backed ape-man walked over and saw Grant standing next to Anton, his expression clearly froze for a moment.

When he looked at Anton again, his eyes held a more serious expression.

The fact that this elf could be accompanied by one of the five pillars of the Meteor Dragon Society and the youngest swordsman of the Free Alliance suggests that his origins are certainly extraordinary.

Could it be a big shot from the Jade Court?

But this style of dress doesn't seem right.

The golden-backed ape-man forced a warm smile, took a few steps forward, and said, "You were the one who left the message earlier?"

Anton nodded slightly: "It's me."

The golden-backed ape-man said, "My name is Oru. May I ask your name?"

"Anton Silver Moon".

The moment the name was uttered, Orlu's expression changed instantly.

So it's the famous Meteor Dragon Sword Saint.

No wonder Grant accompanied him personally.

Orlu's eyes lit up instantly, and his previous slightly ingratiating and somewhat businesslike smile was completely replaced by a straightforward excitement.

"Your Excellency Andong, I have long admired your name."

Anton was somewhat surprised by Orlu's excitement, but since he couldn't refuse someone who was smiling, he smiled politely.

Orlu quickly realized that his behavior was somewhat impolite and hurriedly suppressed his excitement.

He coughed lightly, pulled his unconsciously forward-leaning body back, rubbed his hands together, but his eyes were still surprisingly bright.

"Lord Anton, since you want this Thunder Prison Pillar, things will be much easier."

He didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation.

"I would like to ask you to help me forge a piece of extraordinary magical equipment."

Rumor has it that Anton is not only a sword saint, but also a master in multiple fields such as alchemy, enchanting, and potion making.

The scrolls, rune equipment, tempered metals, and potions sold by the Silvermoon Clan are all made by him.

It's a rare opportunity to encounter such a master, so Oru certainly wouldn't miss it.

"To be honest, although our Goldenback Ape-man race is naturally affinity for magic, we are not very good at enchanting and alchemy. All our magical equipment can only be purchased from outside. This time, I came to participate in the warp battle on behalf of my race, but I did not have any good magical equipment. I felt a little insecure, so I thought of trading a Lightning Pillar for one."

Orlu was quite frank, revealing his situation in detail.

Anton didn't beat around the bush and readily agreed.

"make a deal."

He then turned to Grant and asked, "Is there an alchemy workshop in the fortress?"

"It's in the Burning Beacon Hall," Grant smiled. "I'll arrange it."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the depths of the hall.

"What type of equipment do you want? Tell me your needs first," Anton said.

Oru had clearly already made up his mind, and said without hesitation, "I want a totem pole."

"We golden-backed apes are naturally strong and have a lot of magic. Ordinary weapons are too light, and we are not proficient in unorthodox weapons. We want heavy weapons that feel substantial in our hands and have a simple design."

Totem pole?

Anton's expression was subtle, but then he remembered that the Goldenback Ape-Man tribe had a custom of totem worship.

They would hold ceremonies in front of totem poles engraved with the faces of their ancestors, praying for their protection and wisdom.

For them, totem poles are not only a spiritual symbol of their race, but also represent power and strength.

It's not surprising that they like to use totem poles as weapons.

Anton nodded and said no more, beginning to ponder what materials would be suitable for refining it.

He brought with him a lot of materials before he came out, more than enough to forge a superb magical equipment.

Orlu waited excitedly to the side, scratching his head with excitement.

Although the Thunder Prison Pillar was precious, it was of little use to him and his people.

If you could trade for a piece of extraordinary magical equipment, especially one crafted by an alchemist himself, that would be an incredible bargain!

Just then, Anton suddenly noticed someone approaching. He turned around and saw a group of tall figures walking menacingly toward him.

It was a wolf-like creature with very obvious human-like characteristics.

They are generally over two meters tall when standing upright, and their entire bodies are covered with a layer of short, dense, grayish-brown wolf hair. Their faces retain obvious wolf-like features.

Wolf offspring.

Leading the group was a tall wolf-like figure with a bone chain around his neck. His messy gray hair was braided into dozens of thick plaits that hung down to his scarred shoulders, and he exuded an aura of legendary status without restraint.

He strode over, and the crowds along the way quickly made way for him; no one was willing to stand in the way of this menacing pack of wolves.

Oru quickly noticed the group of werewolves, and his expression immediately changed.

"Oru, I heard you've teamed up with a legendary powerhouse. Could it be this group of elves?"

As he approached, the gray-haired wolf's gaze swept over Oru's unsightly face before finally settling on Anton and the elf standing behind him, giving them a once-over.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Anton's robes and the patterns on his chest. Once he confirmed that Anton wasn't one of the elves from the Emerald Court whom he couldn't afford to offend, his expression immediately turned undisguised contempt.

"And which clan are you from? Let me give you a piece of advice: mind your own business. This is between him and me, and outsiders should not interfere."

The elves frowned, their gazes fixed coldly on the gray-haired wolf.

Anton completely ignored the gray-haired wolf's meaning.

He didn't even glance at the other person, turning to Oru and saying, "The magical equipment should be completed by the day after tomorrow at the latest. Is your Lightning Pillar ready?"

Orlu paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

Seeing that Anton ignored him, a fierce glint flashed in the gray-haired wolf's eyes.

He grinned, his fangs gleaming in the light. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if an invisible steel needle had pierced through his brow, through his skull, and straight into the depths of his soul.

Before the surrounding werewolves could react to what was happening, they saw their captain let out a muffled groan, his burly body staggering back half a step.

"team leader!"

"Captain, what's wrong?"

The werewolves stepped forward, their hands on their weapons, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, but they could not find any source of the attack.

Coming to his senses, the gray-haired wolf suddenly looked up and glared at Anton, his pupils filled with shock, anger, and horror.

This elf's methods are so strange!

He didn't even see how the other party made their move.

Just then, a voice broke in, interrupting the tense standoff between the two sides.

"Byron, this is the Hall of Burning Beacon, not your Bloodclaw's lair. You'd better not cause trouble."

Grant strode over, his gaze coldly fixed on the gray-haired wolf.

When Byron saw him, his eyes twitched, and his expression changed several times in just a few breaths.

Finally, he gave Anton a cold glance, then looked at Oru for a long time before turning around and leaving without saying a word.

The wolf descendants looked at each other, but dared not say anything. They quickly followed and soon disappeared through the gate.

"Those wolf descendants are from the Bloodclaw clan."

Grant walked over to Anton and whispered a reminder:

"They are an allied race of Bloodhowl Keep."