Lear, with high spirits, inspected the Cold-blooded Cavalry.
This army, initially based on the 200 Wetland Lizardman Warriors he bought from the slave market, was only at Level 6.
After continuous recruitnt and training, it not only increased to 700 n but also transitioned into Cold-blooded Cavalry, with levels rising to 11.
A complete transformation.
His mood was sowhat stirred.
Then he ordered that by early morning tomorrow, the whole army would gather... to clear out the Dark Naga.
After acquiring the armor, the Cold-blooded Cavalry also needs so ti to adapt.
anwhile, the weapons that haven’t been repaired should be fixed as well.
After the army dispersed, Lear went to the Blacksmith Shop and summoned Bulin.
He directly eyed the Fray leader.
Spoke in a deep voice.
"Starting today, try using Abyssal Demon Iron to forge weapons... Additionally, the Crimson Demon Iron delivered yesterday can also be incorporated."
"In the future, Crimson Demon Iron will be produced continuously."
"Abyssal Demon Iron, once stained with the blood of demons, can realize its full potential... Later, I’ll have soone send you a jar from the Bubble Beast."
The blood he stored in the relics was all sealed deep within the Land of Crimson Rot.
With that Land of Flesh and Blood, it can be preserved for a long ti without concern for expiration.
Bulin nodded imdiately, speaking solemnly.
"My lord, Fray will never disappoint your expectations... Within a week at most, the weapons can be developed!"
Simply lting ore to forge weapons is straightforward, yet it hardly brings out all the potential of the materials.
As Fray, they wouldn’t do such wasteful things.
When forging, they must forge the best.
This is a deep-rooted insistence and stubbornness, which is why they were cursed by the God of Forging.
Lear nodded slightly.
Originally, he planned to act against the Dark Naga after the weapons were forged, but it’s clear ti is insufficient now.
Moreover, he always harbored concerns about the unknown Abyss Duke behind the Dark Naga.
If the Authority of the Swamp erges, it might draw its attention.
Then he would also have to deal with that terrifying Flying Dragon, and an additional formidable enemy would undoubtedly decrease his chances of victory significantly.
Removing this hidden threat first would free up his hands to plan gradually.
Lear refocused and continued to inquire.
"Did Isa show you the plans for making bows and arrows? Can you confidently produce them?"
Level 3 Star bows and arrows aren’t low-level, but they require materials from the Underworld to grow.
Bulin spoke solemnly.
"The materials from the Underworld, due to different growth environnts, have distinct attributes... This also requires a period of research and experintation."
"But by the end of this month at the latest, I am confident that replacent materials can be found."
The bow and arrow manufacturing process is more complex than regular weapons.
But having the heritage, these aren’t considered major issues.
As long as he is given ti.
Lear nodded.
"For any material needs, apply to Bain, and the resources of the territory will prioritize the Blacksmith Shop."
Bulin took a deep breath, slowly placing his hand on his chest and bowed.
His gaze turned determined.
During this ti, most of the resources of Weilu City have tilted toward them.
If they fail to achieve satisfactory results, even he would find it hard to accept.
After encouraging him briefly, Lear said no more and turned to leave.
Upon leaving the door, he suddenly recalled sothing and had Isa summoned.
Once she arrived, his gaze fixed on the striking Dark Night Elf.
He gently spoke.
"Tomorrow there will be a great battle. You must prepare the bows and arrows in advance to avoid delays... Everyone should be equipped with the Thorny Arrows."
After days of intensive production, a significant inventory of Thorny Arrows has been amassed.
Sufficient to allow the 15 squads of Dark Night Elves to engage in a high-intensity battle.
Isa’s eyes held a strong fighting spirit and she readily agreed.
"As you wish!"
As beings of the Underworld, the Dark Night Elves’ desire for battle is no less than the fierce warriors of the Cold-blooded Cavalry.
Only through slaughter can they calm their inner turmoil; only through blood can they grant their souls peace.
With a series of orders from Lear, the army of Weilu City began operating at high speed.
The entire territory was once again preparing for war.
anwhile, Kalanis, who had been staying indoors for the past few days and rarely went out, sought him out.
After saluting, her brows furrowed.
"Lord Lear, why am I not included in this battle?"
Lear looked at her earnest expression and replied softly.
"Our enemy this ti is very powerful. Stay ho and rest. By the end of this month at the latest, I’ll be returning to Lorand City, and I’ll take you back then..."
The unknown Abyss Duke remains a hidden danger, and her potential to directly reach Demigod hasn’t been awakened.
Kalanis shook her head firmly.
"You once saved in my darkest hour... My war saber swings for you!"
Feeling her attitude, Lear was slightly taken aback, then smiled.
Indeed, worrying that a warrior might die on the battlefield is foolish.
"Very well, you shall co with tomorrow."
No matter how great one’s potential, ti is needed to turn it into reality. Without trials, how can one wield the power of a demigod?!
The next day, October 6th, morning, the air carried a chilling atmosphere.
Residents hurriedly paced, occasionally glancing at the army assembled early, their eyes filled with both concern and excitent.
The last ti the army gathered in such numbers was over half a month ago; evidently, there’s another major operation now.
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