Elven cultivators

Indeed, just as Elena had predicted.

Inside the Hall of Eternity, the three elders who had been watching the battlefield through the Mirror Sparrow were genuinely shocked when they saw that Anton had broken through to the Gold rank and killed Moloch.

"That kid Anton..." the Third Elder sighed, "His strength has improved too quickly."

Having lived this long, this was the first time he had ever encountered a freak like Anton.

In less than a century, he has already advanced to the Gold rank. Even among humans, such talent can be described as amazing and outstanding.

It should be noted that many human geniuses only had enough time to advance further after breaking through to the peak of the Silver Realm and having their lifespan extended.

Most human powerhouses are already over a hundred years old when they advance to the Gold rank.

The average age at which elves advance to the Gold rank is even higher.

Even a highly talented patriarch like the former clan leader only took this step when he was almost two hundred years old.

Anton was already at the Gold level at that age, which meant that his legendary status was almost a certainty.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Silvermoon Clan will produce another legendary powerhouse in the future.

Thinking of this, the three elders couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Even the usually composed Elder couldn't suppress a smile.

"Morok is the next generation leader that Drago is grooming."

The Second Elder suddenly spoke, drawing the attention of the other two back to the main matter.

"With Morlock killed, Zogu will definitely not let this go."

Upon hearing this, the First Elder and the Third Elder's expressions became solemn.

In fact, both they and the higher-ups of the Molten Thorn tribe were always paying close attention to the battlefield situation.

If Anton's final move to kill Morlock hadn't been so swift and decisive that no one had time to react, Zogu would probably have intervened much earlier.

Of course, when that time comes, they will not stand idly by either.

It's easy to imagine that Zhuogu must be extremely angry at this moment.

If Anton had been killed, they would not have let it go either.

"It's time to resolve this completely." The Grand Elder sighed softly, slowly rising to his feet. "I'm going to Grayrock Fortress."

The Second Elder and the Third Elder nodded solemnly, their expressions turning serious.

"Leave this to us."

"Go quickly and come back quickly."

......

Click!

The porcelain bowl crashed heavily to the ground, breaking into several pieces on the rough stone surface, with dark brown pottery shards scattering everywhere.

Zhuogu's face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed.

The atmosphere inside the stone house was stagnant and heavy, making one's chest feel suffocated.

The dragon-lizard people sitting around the long table all lowered their heads and remained silent, fearing that they might offend their leader and become the unlucky ones to vent their anger on.

"Who can tell me," Zogu's voice was forced out through clenched teeth, as cold as a winter's wind, "where did that elf who killed Moloch come from?"

No one answered.

Zhuo Gu glanced around with a cold look in his eyes. Seeing that all his subordinates had their heads down and dared not meet his gaze, he became even more annoyed.

The leader's successor, whom he had painstakingly nurtured and on whom he had placed high hopes, died on the battlefield. The crucial point was that he hadn't even figured out who had attacked him.

This undoubtedly makes people feel even more frustrated and annoyed.

"The Silvermoon Clan..." Zhuogu gritted his teeth, "You've been hiding your true colors quite well..."

After a long while, he took a deep breath, suppressed the raging anger in his chest, and his expression returned to its coldness.

"Morok cannot have died in vain." Zhuogu spoke coldly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present like a blade. "I will make the Silvermoon Clan pay the price."

"Chief," Zag, sitting to the right, spoke cautiously, "what do you mean?"

Zhuo Gu glanced at him indifferently and said coldly, "Launch a full-scale attack and annihilate the Silver Moon Clan in one fell swoop!"

Upon hearing this, a suppressed commotion immediately arose inside the stone house.

The dragon-man looked at each other, their faces showing obvious hesitation.

Despite the fierce fighting between them and the Silvermoon Clan, both sides are consciously keeping the intensity of the war within certain limits and have never committed their full strength to a decisive battle.

The reason is simple: neither side is confident of completely annihilating the other.

Once the final battle begins, no one knows what the consequences will be.

Zag's eyes flickered as he carefully chose his words: "Chief, if we start a war now... I'm afraid we don't have a sure chance of winning."

He didn't put it too bluntly, but everyone present could understand.

Having just lost Morlock, a Gold-tier combatant, the tribe's chances of wiping out the Silvermoon Clan are at most 20-30%.

The likelihood of defeat is actually greater.

Seeing the changes in everyone's expressions, Zhuogu snorted coldly: "The Silver Moon Clan's strength has been growing faster and faster in recent years. Recently, they even obtained a batch of magical equipment from somewhere, which greatly increased their combat power. If we continue to let them develop like this, we might be the ones to be wiped out in the future."

These words startled the dragon lizard people present.

Yes, decades ago, their tribe held the advantage.

In recent years, however, the Silvermoon Clan has repeatedly gained the upper hand in battles, shifting from passive defense to proactive attacks, and even starting to intercept their hunting teams and block the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild's grain convoys.

Today, a Gold-rank expert appeared out of nowhere and easily killed Moloch.

The Silvermoon Clan may have even more trump cards up their sleeves.

If this continues unchecked, they may very well suffer the consequences someday.

Thinking of this, the group exchanged glances, their hesitation gradually dissipating and replaced by a sense of urgency.

Zhuogu pressed his advantage, saying in a deep voice, "I will ask Lord Marcus for help and request that he send troops to support us."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Marcus is a high-ranking dragonborn officer in Dragon City, and it is he who supports the Molten Thorn tribe behind the scenes.

Marcus was also behind the Flaming Merchant Guild's food aid.

In return, the Molten Thorn tribe had to pay Marcus a large sum of money every year.

The military support that Zogu mentioned was certainly not referring to the Dragonborn Legion.

Although Marcus holds a high position of power, he does not yet have the authority to mobilize the Dragonborn Legion.

In the entire city of Cresol, only twelve governors have the authority to mobilize the Dragonborn Legion.

However, in addition to the Dragonborn Legion, Kreisor Dragon City also has a large number of alien vassal armies, which serve as cannon fodder, garrison troops, security forces, and expeditionary forces, etc.

As a high-ranking officer, Marcus had the authority to mobilize vassal troops.

Although these vassal armies are not as powerful as the Dragonborn Legion, they should not be underestimated.

If Marcus Ken mobilizes his vassal armies to assist the Molten Thorn tribe, the chances of annihilating the Silvermoon clan will greatly increase.

"With Lord Marcus's help, wiping out the Silvermoon Clan will be a piece of cake!"

"Alright, alright, I've wanted to kill all those pointy-eared creatures for a long time!"

"Once we destroy the Silvermoon Clan, the Tree of Eternity and the Fountain of Life will be ours!"

The people with dragon lizards became excited, and their previous hesitation and doubt vanished.

They had long coveted the Tree of Eternity and the Fountain of Life, and the thought of soon possessing those two wondrous items filled them with immense excitement.

Some people have already started planning how to distribute the spoils.

Some were eager to fight, wishing they could immediately march into the Silvermoon Forest.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Zhuogu nodded in satisfaction, his gaze passing over the excited tribesmen and coldly looking towards the direction of the Silver Moon Forest outside the window.

"Let's call a truce and wait for my return from Kresol Dragon City before launching an attack on Silvermoon Forest."

He paused, a ferocious smile spreading across his face.

"Let those pointy-eared ones roam free for a while longer!"