After calming himself, Lear continued to inquire.
"What about the Blacksmith Shop?"
Bain’s spirit was even more invigorated, and he said loudly.
"The production in the Blacksmith Shop has already entered the right track."
"Currently, there are two production lines. The first one is used to produce 2-Star level armor - Black Armor. Currently, we can produce 100 sets daily and have already stored 1,000 sets over these days."
"The second production line is used to produce armor for Spider Boggart, producing 30 sets daily and has already produced 300 sets."
"But whenever needed, these two production lines can imdiately switch to producing Rock Heavy Armor."
The tone was full of pride.
The Blacksmith Shop was established only a few months ago, and reaching this level in such a short ti can be said to be an ideal state.
Lear nodded with satisfaction.
Weapon production is limited by the number of blacksmiths, skills, raw material output, labor, and so on. Very few can be produced on a large scale.
He was able to lift the curse in Fray’s body, allowing her to gain her ancestral legacy, which rapidly developed the Blacksmith Shop.
That is a race cursed by the God of Forging!
With a heritage of countless years open for use, Weilu City instantly gained a profound forging reserve.
Otherwise, he feared he would still be stuck in the predicant of forging 1-Star and 2-Star level equipnt.
The Wilderness is perilous but also full of opportunities.
Grasp one opportunity, and you can develop by leaps and bounds.
Moreover, this thod is impossible for outsiders to imitate... Simply breaking the seal within Fray’s body is enough to make people despair.
"Are the reserves of iron ore sufficient?"
"Enough! We recently brought back a large amount of ore from the Night Shadow Clan..."
"Good, stop producing Black Armor and switch to producing Rock Heavy Armor, with the quantity limited to 1,000 sets."
The warehouse still has several hundred sets of Rock Heavy Armor in stock, so this batch will be enough.
"Yes! I will arrange it right away!"
"Any movents from the Night Shadow Clan or the Barbarian Tribe recently?"
"No anomalies, trade is smooth..."
Lear nodded.
He thought of the Spider God of the Night Shadow Clan.
He wondered if the Divine Spirit killed by the Spider Queen Rose had gathered any remnant souls.
He planned to visit again when possible.
Since the intelligence suggests that observing the regrouping of the Divine Remnant Soul would be greatly beneficial to him, he wouldn’t miss it.
Bain asked with so curiosity.
"My lord, have you had a pleasant ti these days in Lorand City?"
The image of that peerless brilliance who shattered the gladiatorial arena resurfaced in Lear’s mind.
His gaze was sowhat complicated.
He glanced at the Rose Flower Chain on his wrist.
"It’s been alright, though a bit beyond expectations..."
Saying this, he recounted his rough experiences in Lorand City.
Finally, when he spoke of Firina shattering the gladiatorial arena and repelling the Beastman God, it left Bain repeatedly amazed.
He hadn’t expected Lear to have such a unique experience on this trip back.
He proceeded to praise Firina without reserve, truly worthy of the Northern Flower admired by the lord, indeed extraordinary.
Perhaps only such a character could develop a friendship with the lord...
In his mind, Firina having a good relationship with Lear was the other’s good fortune.
While the two were conversing, Haggs and the Dark Night Elf leader Isa approached upon hearing of his return.
"Sovereign..."
"Master..."
Both were a bit emotional upon seeing him, imdiately bowing with hands on their chests in a humble posture.
Lear nodded and had them rise, first looking at the robust Wetland Lizard-man hero.
"Haggs, I purchased 1,200 Wetland Lizard-n in Lorand City..."
The other’s eyes lit up with excitent on his face.
"This is wonderful!!"
Over a thousand people!! It can double the number of Cold-blooded Cavalry!
Lear was in a better mood seeing him so pleased.
He flicked his cloak from behind.
Woosh~
Dark mist covered the surroundings, and within the thick fog, one by one, fierce-eyed Wetland Lizard-n appeared.
This spacious area was filled in an instant.
At this mont, both the Flesh Butcher and the King of Naga had also left the Shadow Prison.
The ability gained after Shadow of the Mist ascended to Level 16 can be used not only to imprison enemies but also to transport his troops.
After all, it’s just imprisonnt, as long as it doesn’t harm the soldiers.
The black mist dispersed, and the cloak reford.
Haggs, seeing the surrounding clansn, had a smile that was nearly more radiant than a blooming flower.
With this group, the number of Cold-blooded Cavalry can almost reach 2,000!!
This will once again strengthen the strategic position of Cold-blooded Cavalry in Weilu City!
They are the absolute trump card!
Standing by, Isa’s jet-black eyes showed a hint of envy.
She felt the Dark Night Elf was not weak, but compared to the Cold-blooded Cavalry, this legendary soldier unit of the Lizard-n, there is still a notable gap.
Now, with their numbers increased so much, it is even harder for the Dark Night Elves to compete.
Haggs ca back to reality, with a sowhat blissful headache.
"Sovereign, to train all these soldiers into Cold-blooded Cavalry... the consumption of flesh is too much."
1,200 people, based on each needing over a hundred corpses, that amounts to tens of thousands of corpses.
Without a large-scale war, it’s hard to et such a huge gap.
Even by hunting, clearing all life within a hundred or two kiloters around the Mire Swamp might not be enough to et the requirent.
"It doesn’t matter... The Beastman Empire is preparing to launch a war against the Griffin Empire."
"It might spill over to the Wilderness, and at that ti, we might not be able to stay unscathed."
War ans death and corpses!
"Even if the Beastn won’t tread into the Wilderness, the Kelder Ratn have already appeared in the Swamp."
"Those underground dwellers will not give up the fertile, bountiful earth surface."
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