Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System - Chapter 711 - 303: 5 Stars - Meteor Longbow
All of them? Such a big client.
Lear gave the Dark Night Elf God high praise.
“I like doing business with someone as straightforward as you. I’m curious what Tanamor plans to use for the trade?”
“We possess a significant stockpile of rare minerals and precious resources that are hard to find outside.”
The shadow of the Dark Night Elf God spoke calmly.
“You can list the materials you have, and later send someone to discuss the specific details of the transaction.”
Lear happily nodded.
“It should be so.”
What was their status? Gods, supreme rulers of the rules!
Setting a large cooperation framework is enough; let the people below handle the details.
How could they possibly argue red-faced over petty profits? That’s too disgraceful and affects their status.
After setting the general direction, Lear looked toward the magnificent city composed of Treants in the back, expressing admiration.
“It’s my first time seeing such a city construction, truly impressive.”
The Dark Night Elf God showed a slight smile; this was his handiwork, naturally it wouldn’t be poor!
But after taking a glance at the bustling city, he shook his head.
“Far from it, not enough, not nearly enough.”
His envisioning of Tanamor requires a diameter of at least 20 kilometers, with hundred-meter giant trees serving as the outer city wall to protect the interior.
How could the main city of dark elves be weak?!
Right now, it’s only barely laid the foundation.
Lear seemed thoughtful.
“Do you mean… the catastrophe is about to erupt soon?”
The Dark Night Elf God fell silent for a moment, then looked deeply at him.
“No one knows the specific time, but… the situation is already not looking good.”
He added another sentence.
“It’s best to prepare early now.”
“The dark elves can no longer withstand any turmoil.”
The collapse of the Underworld has cost the dark elves their habitat; now, they’re only temporarily building the main city, already much later than other divine spirits.
But there’s no choice; without action, their survival chances in the upcoming turmoil will be drastically reduced.
Even if lagging behind, they must grit their teeth and build the main city!
The Dark Night Elves must not disappear in this turmoil, he won’t allow it!
Lear detected subtlety in the other’s tone.
Unfortunately, although both parties intend to cooperate now, they haven’t established enough trust, making it difficult to inquire about certain matters.
He switched to a different topic.
“I wonder if you have entered the Original Plane?”
The Dark Night Elf God furrowed his brows slightly and said softly.
“The water in there is deep.”
“If you plan to venture there, I suggest you prepare to withdraw… Later, those major divine pantheons will also take action.”
He didn’t confirm or deny, just offered a reminder.
Lear understood.
Both parties are still in a mutual probing stage; it’s good to say this much.
“This time, besides regular trade, I also wish to exchange for something…”
I’ve heard the Holy Song Clan holds the blueprint for the Meteor Bow.”
“My subordinates happen to need a new weapon.”
Upon hearing this, the Dark Night Elf God turned and glanced at the Dark Night Elf riding an Elf Dragon beside him.
His lips moved slightly as if conversing about something.
Only after a while did he respond.
“Five-star longbows are rare.”
Lear didn’t hold back; they were both old foxes who’ve lived for untold years, and twists and turns couldn’t fool anyone, so why bother.
“How many resources are needed to trade for this?”
“Is there suitable armor for dark elves?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the level?”
“Three stars, perfectly matching dark elves.”
“Is there a physical object?”
Lear nodded, waving his hand. The void twisted, and a three-star alchemy-activated armor, not yet enhanced with Magic Mercury, appeared in his hand.
It floated in the air and was handed over.
The Dark Night Elf God glanced at the spatial fissure, his gaze shifting slightly.
A Divine Kingdom, and it can be opened in the Main Plane?
Moreover, the other party hasn’t fully mastered the swamp’s power yet, but already possesses a Divine Kingdom.
He gave Lear a meaningful look.
This new Swamp God is indeed extraordinary.
He reached out to take the armor, fiddling with it a bit, somewhat surprised.
“Goblins’ technology?”
After viewing Lear’s noncommittal expression, he sighed a bit.
“Calculate it; the fate lines have already been twisted, those lives should regain freedom.”
After this, he continued probing, not caring about goblins.
That race was nearly annihilated in ancient times; those remaining are scarce, a handful at best, long since devoid of glory.
And with the impending catastrophe, whether they survive is uncertain; who has the mind to worry about a group long withdrawn from history?
Even the reappearance of mythical beings like Thunder Titans seemed ordinary to him.
After examining it, the Dark Night Elf God handed the armor to the Elf Dragon rider.
The recipient took it and followed Lear’s words, dripping blood onto it.
Next moment, the alchemy-activated armor began wriggling like flowing water, enveloping the dark elf entirely.
It formed a dark-themed full body armor, leaving only the eyes uncovered, and covering all other parts completely.
Moreover, it was custom-made, with not a bit of difference.
The recipient moved a bit, feeling distinctly comfortable without hindering mobility.
He signaled his companion to use a saber to chop it; after several rounds, it only left faint marks.
Lear introduced it in real-time from the side.
“This armor can fit any size and can be continuously customized and adjusted according to usage habits, only becoming more handy over time.”
