Elven cultivators

Chapter 87 must be a highly respected elder.

The morning mist, like a veil, flowed slowly along the edge of the Silvermoon Forest.

Darian stood before the perimeter of the forest, his grey-blue robe billowing slightly in the morning breeze.

He stopped and looked around, and a line of figures appeared at the end of his field of vision.

There were more than a dozen simply dressed elves.

Unlike the fair, jade-like skin of the Silvermoon Clan elves, these elves, while still fair-skinned, had a slightly dull complexion from years of exposure to the elements.

It's clear that their daily living conditions are quite harsh.

Darian's gaze swept over the group, his eyes flashing slightly.

Since the decision to expand the population was made at the meeting, the Silvermoon Clan has begun to contact and recruit the scattered elven groups on the Eldron Plains.

Faced with their recruitment, most elven groups requested to visit their settlements and see the Silvermoon Clan's situation firsthand before deciding whether to join.

This request was reasonable and the Silvermoon Clan could not refuse.

The elven tribe from the southern part of Silvermoon Forest before us are our guests visiting today, and Darion is in charge of hosting them.

Darian had already visited the area where the other race lived and gotten to know the high-ranking members, namely the dozen or so elves in front of him.

"Lord Evans, welcome to Silvermoon Forest."

Darian stepped forward and bowed to the leading elf with a smile.

The latter was also the leader of this elven race.

"You're too kind, Lord Darian," Evans quickly returned the greeting.

Despite being a clan leader, he has no right to put on airs in front of Darion, who is a high-ranking member of the clan.

In terms of strength alone, he, being only a mid-level Silver rank, is far inferior to Darian.

The high-ranking elves behind him bowed in greeting, their gazes lingering for a moment on Darion's neat magic robes and runic staff, a hint of envy flashing in their eyes.

"You must have had a long journey." Darian greeted him with a smile. "Was the trip smooth?"

"Thanks to the Silvermoon Clan, the journey has been safe and sound," Evans remarked. "Without the harassment of those cold-blooded reptiles, the trip has been very smooth."

Mentioning this, Evans and his clansmen behind him couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

In this area, the Molten Thorn tribe is notorious for its ferocity and power.

Who could have imagined that such a powerful force would be wiped out by the Silver Moon Clan?

They were quite surprised when they first heard the news.

Even if I heard that the Silvermoon Clan joined forces with Grayrock Fortress to destroy the Molten Thorn Tribe, that's still pretty impressive.

In fact, persuading Grayrock Castle to cooperate was not an easy task in itself.

Those dwarves are notorious for their stubbornness and greed.

They wouldn't get involved in the war between the Silvermoon Clan and the Molten Thorn Tribe unless there were sufficient benefits for them.

Please come with me.

Darion turned to the side and gestured an invitation, leading Evans and his group into Silvermoon Forest.

The moment they stepped into the forest, Evans and the tribesmen behind him paused slightly, their faces simultaneously showing expressions of emotion.

They sensed the rich elemental energy in the air.

Some elves couldn't help but close their eyes and breathe deeply, as if trying to inhale the rich energy into their lungs and blood.

"Is this the protection of the Tree of Eternity...?" an elf murmured to himself, his eyes filled with longing.

Without the protection of the Tree of Eternity, and in an environment of scarce resources and surrounded by enemies, their people struggled to even maintain their current population, let alone grow and expand.

The elves living in the Silvermoon Forest can hardly imagine their longing and yearning for the Tree of Eternity.

The thought of living and cultivating in such an environment simply by joining the Silvermoon Clan tempted many elves.

Darian observed everyone's reactions and nodded inwardly.

The more impoverished an elven race is, the more they yearn for the protection of the Tree of Eternity and the Fountain of Life.

This is the Silvermoon Clan's greatest source of confidence in recruiting them.

The group walked along the winding tree-lined walkway.

Several songbirds perched on the branches, their calls melodious. They didn't fly away in fright when they saw strangers; instead, they tilted their heads and curiously looked at them.

Darion was tasked with introducing the settlement to Evans and the others, explaining the surroundings along the way.

Evans and his group looked around, feeling like they couldn't take it all in; everything seemed new and exciting.

As we passed the hermitage in the woods, several dwarves with bandages wrapped around their shoulders came out from inside.

Seeing this, Evans asked curiously, "Lord Darion, wasn't the war between your clan and the Molten Thorn tribe over? How come there are still dwarves in Silvermoon Forest?"

Darion explained with a smile, "The Silvermoon Clan and Grayrock Keep are currently cooperating to develop the Frostweave Silver Vein in Thousand Rock Hills. These dwarves are guards stationed at the mining camp. They were probably injured while driving away the dragons and are here for treatment."

In fact, in addition to the Frostweave Silver Vein, the Silvermoon Clan and Grayrock Fortress have successively cooperated in developing several other metal veins in recent years.

Although it's not a rare metal, it has expanded our sources of income, making it a win-win situation.

Evans nodded in realization, a thoughtful expression on his face.

The group continued walking forward.

As we rounded the corner of the tree-lined walkway, a low, guttural roar suddenly came from ahead.

Evans paused, instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist.

Several high-ranking elves tensed up, their eyes warily fixed on the direction from which the sound came.

Two elves emerged from around the corner, each holding a thick iron chain.

At the other end of the chain were two enormous creatures.

Upon seeing the appearance of the two creatures, Evans' pupils contracted sharply.

"Scaled Rock Lizard!"

How could a Scaled Rock Lizard appear in the Silvermoon Forest?

and many more!

Evans quickly realized that although the two Scaled Rock Lizards were shaking their heads from side to side and occasionally letting out low growls from their throats, looking restless, it was still clear that they were firmly controlled by the elf holding the chains.

This is... being domesticated?

Evans's face immediately showed an expression of disbelief.

The high-ranking elves behind him also stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with astonishment.

That's a dragon beast!

Aside from Kreisor Dragon City, I've never heard of any other faction that can tame dragon beasts on a large scale!

"Your clan has tamed the Rock Lizard?" Evans looked at Darian in shock.

Darian smiled slightly and said calmly, "It's not fully tamed yet; we're still figuring it out."

Taming the dragon beast was far more difficult than initially expected.

The Scaled Rock Lizards are wild and untamed, with a volatile temperament. In the beginning, the Forest Guard struggled to control these animals, let alone tame them.

Fortunately, Anton quickly provided a solution.

He created two secret techniques.

One of them is called the Spirit Feeding Method.

The core of the process involves using ingredients such as calming herbs, spiritual honey, and blood essence fruit, which are boiled in a specific ratio to create "spirit-feeding paste." This paste is then fed to wild animals daily, and they are further tamed using special methods.

Over time, wild animals will develop a sense of dependence, their spirituality will grow, and they will become easier to tame.

This method emphasizes a gradual and subtle influence.

Although it takes a while, the process is gentle and the risk is low.

The other one is called the Spirit Communication Technique.

After cultivation, one can roughly understand the thoughts of beasts, which can be used to assist in taming beasts and greatly improve taming efficiency.

With these two secret techniques, the work of taming the Scaled Rock Lizard gradually got on the right track.

Today, the Silvermoon Clan has managed to tame the Rock Lizard with some difficulty.

Although these beasts still occasionally become agitated and struggle, they no longer attack the elves on their own initiative and can obey simple commands.

As for the Rigadramon, progress has been much slower.

Those silver-tier dragon beasts are more ferocious and intelligent, and are much more difficult to tame than the Scaled Rock Lizard.

However, no one in the clan was in a hurry.

Taming dragon beasts is a gradual process that cannot be rushed.

Moreover, the domestication of the Scaled Rock Lizard has made significant progress. At this rate, it will be fully domesticated in a few years.

As for the Ridgeosaurus, it's only a matter of time.

Upon receiving confirmation from Darian, Evans' shock only intensified.

If they could truly achieve large-scale domestication of the Scaled Rock Lizards and equip them as combat partners, the Silvermoon Clan would instantly become one of the strongest forces in the Eldron Plains, second only to Dragon City.

Evans took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, but when he looked around again, his gaze was now more cautious.

The Silvermoon Clan's foundation was far deeper than he had imagined.

After walking for a while, Darian suddenly stopped and pointed to an area surrounded by vine fences, saying, "That's the training ground. The tribesmen usually train and spar here."

Evans turned his head and saw that many elves were training and fighting inside.

The dull thuds of impact were incessant, mixed with the clanging of metal colliding.

Evans's gaze swept over the elves, and he gradually frowned.

It's not because we think they're too weak; quite the opposite, it's because they're too strong.

At a glance, almost all the Pokémon in the training field have at least the strength of the Iron rank.

What's even more striking is the combat skills they displayed.

Evans had lived for so many years and traveled all over the world, so he was quite knowledgeable, but he had never seen any of the combat techniques used by the Silvermoon Clan elves.

It's important to know that the elven tribes and clans in the same region often share some similar combat techniques, since they might have been from the same clan ten thousand years ago.

However, the combat techniques used by these elves were completely different from the styles they were used to.

For example, the elf who was practicing swordsmanship swung his sword, and suddenly a blinding flash of fire erupted from the blade, with waves of heat rolling in, even distorting the air.

This is hardly a combat skill.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it magic.

"Lord Darian," Evans couldn't help but ask, "these combat techniques... I've never seen them before, what are they?"

Darian smiled slightly, a hint of pride in his voice: "It was created by a member of our clan named Anton."

Evans was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

To create such exquisite and powerful combat techniques, one must be an experienced Gold-rank warrior.

Such a person often enjoys extremely high prestige and status among the elves, and is presumably a highly respected elder of the Silvermoon Clan.