Elven cultivators

Chapter 88 He's still a child (Bonus chapter for 700 monthly votes)

Just then, another elf suddenly exclaimed, "Huh, the equipment these people are wearing... is all luminous-level magic equipment?"

Evans was startled and immediately focused his gaze.

Sure enough, the weapons in the hands of those elves and the leather armor on their bodies were all engraved with intricate runes.

Judging from the energy fluctuations that erupted during the fight, it was undoubtedly a low-level magical equipment.

But this quantity...

Evans gasped.

There were at least fifty or sixty elves on the training ground at this moment. If their equipment was as he guessed, it meant that there were at least a hundred pieces of luminous magic equipment!

Light-level magical items are not commonplace; each one is quite valuable.

The number of luminous magical equipment possessed by their entire race could be counted on one hand.

But the Silvermoon Clan actually equipped all its ordinary members with this!

How much wealth must that require?

"Lord Darian," Evans swallowed, "may I ask, where did your clan source so many luminous-level magical equipment? As far as I know, there isn't such a large supply available on the market."

Darian chuckled and shook his head upon hearing this: "These weren't purchased; they were all refined by Anton."

Anton?

Evans and the others were taken aback.

The Silvermoon Clan elf who created the powerful combat techniques was also named Anton.

Could it be... a case of the same name?

Seemingly sensing Evans and the others' thoughts, Darian smiled and said, "There is only one member of our tribe named Anton."

Evans and the others were taken aback by what they heard.

The person who could create such exquisite combat techniques must have been a powerful warrior in their minds. How could he also be proficient in alchemy?

"Could it be that he cultivates both magic and martial arts?" Evans was the first to realize.

"That's right." Darian smiled and nodded.

As everyone suddenly realized what was happening, they felt even more respect and curiosity towards this elder they had never met before.

Those who cultivate both magic and martial arts are all rare geniuses, not to mention they can create their own combat techniques and craft luminous magic equipment.

That elder must be an exceptionally brilliant person.

Just then, a muffled, loud bang suddenly rang out, instantly drawing the attention of Evans and the others.

In the center of the training field, a huge humanoid creature had appeared out of nowhere.

"An alchemical golem." A look of surprise appeared in Evans' eyes.

This was the first time he had ever seen an alchemical golem with such a peculiar appearance.

Darian's next words made him pause in surprise.

"This is an alchemical puppet created by Anton, called the Yellow Turban Warrior."

It's Anton again!

Evans clicked his tongue in amazement.

This elder can actually create alchemical golems?

He's definitely a master alchemist.

Evans was pondering how to ask to see the elder when he caught a glimpse of an elven girl walking towards the Yellow Turban Warrior and attacking him without a word.

The man and the puppet engaged in a fierce battle right before everyone's eyes.

Seeing this, Evans immediately swallowed the words he was about to say and watched the battle intently.

The girl looked young, but her strength was unexpectedly formidable.

It's at least at the mid-level of silver!

They are all comparable to him, the tribal chief.

"A great clan is indeed a great clan, producing many talented individuals. Even a young elf possesses the strength of a mid-silver rank."

Evans sighed inwardly.

What's puzzling is that he couldn't seem to detect any magical aura in the girl.

But then he thought it was impossible. How could a warrior who hadn't even condensed magic power possibly fight a mid-level silver alchemical golem to a standstill?

Evans shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, then turned to Darion and said, "That young lady is quite capable; she must be a leading figure among the younger generation of your clan, right? I wonder how old she is?"

Darian's expression immediately became subtle, and he said with a smile, "Roman is not yet an adult."

Evans was taken aback.

He's not even an adult yet?

That talent is truly outstanding!

Before he could catch his breath, Darian continued, "As for the leading figure of the younger generation, she certainly qualifies, after all, she is a Windtalker."

"However, she's not the only Wind Whisperer in our clan."

Darian pointed to an elven girl watching the battle at the edge of the training ground. "Her name is Eleanor, she's also a Wind Whisperer, and her strength is not much less than Roman's."

Ten years ago, Roman and Eleanor were roughly equal in strength.

However, Roman's strength has improved by leaps and bounds over the years, and he broke through from the lower silver rank to the middle silver rank in a short period of time.

It is said that he practiced a special breathing technique created by Anton, which greatly changed his fighting style.

Darian still can't understand how Roman managed to strengthen his body to that extent without using magic.

However, the effects of this special breathing method are obvious.

I heard that the Elders' Council is already considering promoting this special breathing method, but because practicing this breathing method requires a lot of resources, they are still considering it.

Of course, Darian would never tell outsiders about such matters that involve the core secrets of the clan.

He didn't mention it at all, but after glancing at Evans, whose expression clearly showed shock, he dropped another bombshell.

"However, neither of them is the strongest among the younger generation."

Evans was taken aback: "Who is that?"

"Anton." Darian smiled slightly.

Anton?

Evans stood there, stunned.

He clearly remembered that Darian had just said that there was only one elf named Anton in the entire Silvermoon Clan.

Could it be that...

Evans suddenly realized, his voice trembling slightly: "The Anton you're talking about... is that the Anton who's skilled in both magic and martial arts?"

“That’s right.” Darian nodded.

The expressions on Evans' and several high-ranking elf faces immediately became incredibly interesting.

They had always assumed that the person who could create those exquisite combat techniques, mass-produce luminous magical items, and even craft silver-tier alchemical golems must be an experienced and weathered elven elder.

It must be at least several hundred years old.

But now Darian tells them that this "elder" is not a man who is hundreds of years old at all, but a person the same age as the two girls!

Are you kidding me?

That's just too far-fetched!

"What rank is Anton now?" an elf behind Evans couldn't help but ask.

The other elves also cast their concerned glances.

Is Silver rising to the top? Or is it Silver reaching its peak?

Either one of them, combined with his alchemical talent, makes him a genius that comes along only once in a millennium!

"Gold rank," Darian said.

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

Evans and several high-ranking elves stood frozen in place, their faces showing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Gold Rank...

This is absolutely outrageous!

Is there really such a genius in this world?

Seeing the crowd speechless with shock, Darian wisely swallowed the rest of his words.

If you told them that Anton was still a minor and a child, they would be absolutely shocked.

After a long silence, Evans finally spoke, his gaze becoming more resolute than ever before.

"Lord Darion, our people wish to join the Silvermoon Clan."

"I'll go back now and bring all my people here."

The elves standing behind Evans exchanged glances but offered no objections.

Since entering the forest, everything they had seen and heard along the way proved that the Silvermoon Clan was more powerful and had greater potential than they had imagined.

Joining such a clan would be entirely beneficial to them.

"On behalf of the clan, I welcome you to our new home."

Darian smiled genuinely.

"You can prepare for the migration now, and we will send someone to meet you when the time comes."

"Okay," Evans said without hesitation.

With the Silvermoon Clan sending people to meet them, the migration will be much safer.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Evans and his people took their leave.

As he watched their figures disappear at the edge of the plain, Darian breathed a sigh of relief, a genuine smile appearing on his face.

This is already the sixth elven group to join the Silvermoon Clan.

Once Evans' entire branch has migrated here, the clan's total population will exceed three thousand.

Three thousand people, while not a large clan among the elves, is a qualitative leap compared to seven years ago.

In the continent of Dawn, population represents power.

Compared to seven years ago, the strength of the Silvermoon Clan has increased significantly.

After a long period of joy, Darian calmed himself down and turned to walk towards the Hall of Eternity.

I need to report this matter to the three elders.

As Darian walked through the winding tree-lined corridor, passing several ancient oaks entwined with vines, he slowed his pace slightly.

Under several oak trees stood treehouses, far apart from each other, each guarded by soldiers, making them appear heavily guarded.

That was a newly built spirit gathering room.

Inside, there was a magic array called "Spirit Gathering Array" developed by Anton, which could gather elemental energy and greatly increase the concentration of elemental energy.

Darian personally experienced the effects of the Spirit Gathering Array.

While cultivating in the Spirit Gathering Chamber, his speed of magic power condensation more than doubled.

With the help of the Dragon Essence Elixir, he was able to break through to the peak of Silver Realm so quickly.

He is only a little over three hundred years old.

In terms of the lifespan of elves, they are in their prime.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, achieving the Gold rank within my lifetime is almost a certainty.

Unfortunately, setting up a spirit-gathering array requires many rare materials, and the clan has only built five spirit-gathering rooms so far, which can only be used by clan members of the Silver rank and above.

The Spirit Gathering Array and the Dragon Essence Elixir are currently the Silver Moon Clan's greatest core secrets.

Apart from members of their own clan, no outsiders know anything about them.

That's why Darian didn't bring Evans and the others here.

Otherwise, even if the Spirit Gathering Array were simply made public, the elven tribes scattered across the Eldron Plains would probably scramble to join the Silvermoon Clan.

Thinking of this, Darian felt another wave of emotion.

The Silvermoon Clan's strength is growing at an unprecedented rate.

All of this is thanks to Anton.

The child he watched grow up has now become the strongest pillar of the Silvermoon Clan.