Elven cultivators

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, the settlement became unusually lively.

The elves called to their friends and traveled in twos and threes towards the north of their settlement.

Today, Silvermoon Forest will witness an unprecedented trial for the Wind Whisperers.

The reason it is unprecedented is that the oldest of the three participants is only ninety years old, and the youngest is not even seventy.

In the Elven race, they would all be considered underage children.

Three underage elves participating in the Wind Whisperer Trial ahead of schedule is unprecedented.

Since the news broke a month ago, many people have been eagerly anticipating this day to see the excitement.

The venue for the Windtalkers' Trial was set up in a natural basin north of the settlement.

Surrounded by steep slopes, with ancient trees reaching for the sky at the top and vines hanging down like curtains, the entire basin is enclosed as a natural arena.

Before the morning mist had even dissipated, the area around the basin was already bustling with activity.

Some people set up wicker chairs among the tree branches, some sat cross-legged against the gnarled roots of the ancient oak, and some young sprites climbed directly up the branches, their legs dangling in the air, like a flock of chicks eagerly awaiting the start of the celebration.

"...There are so many people."

Leila stood on tiptoe, peering over the layers of figures towards the center of the basin, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

While the Wind Whisperer Trials were lively in previous years, they never attracted as many onlookers as they do today.

Judging from the situation, it seems that most of the clan has come over.

Eleanor stood beside her, her long emerald green hair tied into a neat ponytail with silver threads, and a silver leaf wreath on her head, adorned with tiny morning dew flowers that shimmered with a pale golden light in the morning glow.

She wore a brand-new gray-blue magic robe, with a silver ripple embroidered on the hem, signifying her status as a lower-ranking silver spellcaster.

Hearing Lyra's exclamation, Eleanor remained silent, her gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on the tall, slender figure across the basin.

Anton, dressed in light, dark brown leather armor with a jet-black steel sword at his waist, was leaning against a tree trunk, whispering something to Roman, who occasionally let out a hearty laugh.

The two were so relaxed that it was as if they were not there for a trial, but for a picnic.

Eleanor looked away, took a deep breath, and suppressed the subtle emotion in her heart.

"Are you nervous?" Leila leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

Eleanor shook her head, her gaze hardening again: "I will definitely pass the trial."

"That's good." Leila smiled. "Keep it up, and let everyone see the results of your hard work over the years."

Eleanor pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.

Since that practical assessment seven years ago, she has been working hard to cultivate, determined to catch up with Anton, and today is the day to verify her results.

She was determined to let Anton know that she was no less capable than him!

At the highest point of the hill, a thousand-year-old oak tree spreads out like an umbrella.

The three elders stood side by side under the shade of a tree, surrounded by dozens of figures.

The Forest Guard's captain, Cedric Silvermoon, vice-captain, Elena Silvermoon, and a group of squad leaders were all present.

Darian also stood at the edge of the crowd, his grey-blue robe billowing slightly in the morning breeze.

It can be said that the high-ranking members of the Silvermoon Clan are basically gathered here.

"I've never seen three underage children participate in the Wind Whisperer Trial at the same time in all my years of life," the Third Elder said with a chuckle.

"This shows that the clan has successors." Elena replied with a smile, her gaze shifting between Anton, Roman, and Eleanor. "The three little ones are all quite strong, and they have a high chance of passing the trial. After today, our clan will have three more Wind Whisperers, which is quite a record."

Everyone smiled upon hearing this.

If that's the case, then it truly is a record-breaking achievement.

The appearance of three Wind Whisperers within a year is a spectacle that could only occur in the sacred land of the Elves, the City of Ten Thousand Trees.

The Grand Elder stood at the front with his hands behind his back, not saying a word, but gazing intently at the basin below.

As time went on, more and more spirits gathered around the basin.

Some of the young elves even climbed to the top of the tree canopy, looking down from above.

"Where is Anton? I can't see him."

"Over there, leaning against the tree trunk, standing with Roman."

"I didn't expect Anton to apply for the trial in advance."

"That's normal. Who wouldn't want to be a Windtalker?"

"I think the genius pharmacist who can improve so many new kinds of medicine is much more capable than the Wind Whisperer."

Similar whispers rose and fell among the crowd.

Most eyes, especially those of the young elves, were drawn to Anton.

Within the clan, the name Anton was already widely known, a benchmark figure, and deeply admired by many young elves.

However, Anton has been living a very secluded life in recent years, making it difficult to see him. Today, he has finally appeared in public, which naturally attracts a lot of attention.

"quiet!"

A deep, resonant voice rolled across the basin like muffled thunder, silencing all the whispers.

Cedric leaped down from the top of the slope, his body as light as a falling leaf, and landed steadily in the center of the basin.

The forest guard captain was over five hundred years old and his prestige in the clan was second only to the three elders. As soon as he appeared, the surroundings quickly quieted down.

Cedric glanced around, then gestured, and soon two guards came over, each holding a thick iron chain.

The other end of the chain is connected to a huge stone wall on the north side of the basin.

The surface of the stone wall was covered with dense runes, and a pale blue light flowed slowly between the patterns. A heavy breathing sound could be faintly heard coming from behind the stone wall, like some kind of giant beast panting in its sleep.

The two soldiers pulled simultaneously, stretching the iron chain backward.

Boom!

The runes on the stone wall suddenly lit up, and the entire stone wall slowly sank inward, revealing a deep cave.

Deep within the cave, a pair of dark golden vertical pupils suddenly opened.

The pupils were the size of a human head, emitting a cold light in the darkness, like two burning phosphorescent flames.

Immediately afterwards, a strong, fishy wind surged out of the cave, instantly engulfing the entire basin.

Boom! Boom!

Heavy footsteps echoed from the depths of the cave, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

A massive figure slowly emerged from the darkness, exposed to the morning light.

It was a giant beast that was over ten meters long.

Its body is like a moving small mountain, and its limbs are as thick as the trunk of an ancient tree. With each step it takes, its claws plow several deep furrows into the hard rocky ground.

Its entire body is covered with thick scales, the surface of which is covered with strange silver patterns, and a faint light can be seen flowing between the patterns.

What is most striking is its back, which is covered with a row of terrifying bone spurs that extend from the back of the neck to the tip of the tail, with the longest ones being as thick as an adult's arm.

"Split-spine Dragon Beast"

Anton raised an eyebrow and immediately recognized the origin of the giant beast.

As you can tell from its name, the Riftdragon is also a type of dragon beast.

In fact, the Riftdragon lives in the Thousand Rock Hills and is a variant of the Scaled Rock Lizard.

This involves a rare metal called frost-patterned silver.

Due to its inherent characteristics, the temperature in the area where the frost-patterned silver vein is located is significantly lower than the surrounding environment.

The scaled lizards that live near the Frost-patterned Silver Vein undergo subtle changes in their thermoregulation. Their bodies gradually adapt to the lower temperature environment, their metabolism slows down, and their lifespan is extended.

More importantly, by consuming Frost-patterned Silver, they can enhance their physical strength, and trace amounts of Frost-patterned Silver will accumulate in their scales, giving them a silvery appearance and making them more resistant to low temperatures and cold, thus completely eliminating their weakness of fearing the cold.

Thus, the variant was born.

"Frosty Silver Coin".

Anton's eyes flickered slightly.

Frosty silver is an excellent metallic material. When it is smelted with steel in a certain proportion, it can be made into frost steel.

This alloy retains the low-temperature properties of Frost Silver while possessing the hardness of steel, making it an excellent material for crafting ice-elemental magical items.

It is also very suitable for crafting the Cold Soldier series of talismans.

However, in that instant, Anton thought of another use for it.