"If the enemy is a heavily armored knight, like the legendary 'Skeleton Castle' or 'Volcano Giant Turtle,' swords and blades will be useless. I need some heavy hammer-type weapons."

Zhou Leng glanced around and said, "Unfortunately, there's nothing on the stone platform. I'll check the shelves."

After speaking, ignoring the bewildered looks from others, he chose an ice chain hammer and a heavy steel wolf tooth mace from the shelf and put them into the Magic Spirit Bag.

Zhou Leng returned to the stone platform and said, "We martial artists can't wear heavy armor as it affects our moves. We need soft protective gear. Does anyone have a good recommendation?"

The elves inside and outside the warehouse stared blankly at Zhou Leng. Could it be done this way?

This was a legendary treasure trove, how could it be like picking out things from a market?

Silver Lake Moon said, "There is protective gear suitable for you. This piece, 'Mother's Castle,' looks very ordinary, but since it's made from the bark of the Mother Tree, it's priceless."

"Not only does it provide strong protection, but it can also recover quickly. If you feed it treasures of life like the Water of Life, tree-man hearts, giant insect juice, and ancient tree fossils, it will grow continually like a living tree."

All the elves stared at Silver Lake Moon; could this be given to someone?

This was made from the trunk bark of the Mother Tree, with extremely high production difficulty. It not only offered powerful protection but also held significant meaning.

Silver Lake Wind sighed and said, "Your Excellency the Duke, this is a relic of an Elf King. Not just anyone can wear it. A magical ceremony must be held. Many of us have tried, but it was impossible..."

Zhou Leng picked up the 'Mother's Castle' armor, and saw that the bark-like armor suddenly transformed into strands of branches, climbing up his arms towards his body.

Finally, Zhou Leng's chest, abdomen, back, and back of his head were covered by the branches.

The branches slowly merged into his skin and soon disappeared.

The skin at the corresponding areas became only a bit thicker.

Silver Lake Moon explained, "Once in battle, the 'Mother's Castle' will manifest, appearing as a thin layer of bark, but in reality, it surpasses any legendary protective gear."

"Good," Zhou Leng felt the breath of the gear was very comfortable,

All the elves remained silent. No wonder Zhou Leng was chosen by the Elf King; ordinary elves couldn't make the 'Mother's Castle' obey so easily.

After all, it's the bark of the Tree of Life.

Silver Lake Wind sighed and said, "Honorable Duke, from now on, all your life-type potions should be given to the 'Mother's Castle,' and then you will absorb the strength of the 'Mother's Castle.' At first, you might suffer a small loss, but as the 'Mother's Castle' continues to grow, you will essentially be eternally nourished by the Tree of Life, with increasing benefits."

"Is that so?" Zhou Leng took out a bottle of ant queen juice and placed it on his chest.

The bark appeared on his chest, and a root extended from it, drilling into the enchanted bottle.

In just ten seconds, the juice equivalent to several large tanks from the ant queen was entirely absorbed.

He took out a second bottle, which was once again absorbed by the bark.

Bottle after bottle, they consumed a whole ant queen's juice; finally, the absorption speed of the 'Mother's Castle' began to slow.

The life aura of the bark armor became even richer. Zhou Leng even felt as if he were under the Tree of Life.

The aura emitted by this Mother Tree armor was far above that of the ant queen and ordinary Water of Life.

These life auras permeated into his body.

Skin, muscles, bones, blood vessels, blood, meridians, dantian...

Everywhere, they were all enhanced.

Suddenly, the Star Phoenix Feather in his spinal cord fluttered slightly, attracting a large amount of life breath into his marrow.

Slowly, the life breath began autonomously weaving the Star Phoenix Feather.

Zhou Leng was delighted and asked, "From now on, I won't suffer a loss, right?"

After a moment of silence, Silver Lake Wind said, "Yes, you have already fed it well. The value of this treasure is far from being as simple as ordinary protective gear; it's best not to use it to block enemy attacks."

Silver Lake Wind began to feel heartache witnessing the treasure of the Elf race adorning him.

"Your advice is excellent. Silver Lake Moon, help me find a new piece of protective gear."

All the elves were filled with question marks.

Silver Lake Wind was dumbfounded.

"How come? Can't the Elf Prophet, Elf Sage, and Elf Duke together match these weapons and equipment?" Zhou Leng asked.

"Worthy," Silver Lake Moon silently picked up a piece of silver armor and walked towards Zhou Leng.

"This is a Flowing Light Silver Armor, made from special metal. After wearing, it's very soft and can protect your chest, abdomen, and head. It can effectively defend against both magical and non-magical attacks."

"Let me try it."

"It's best to wear it under your clothes."

Zhou Leng took off his outer garment, leaving only his vest.

Silver Lake Moon helped don the Flowing Light Silver Armor.

Zhou Leng carefully sensed the Flowing Light Silver Armor, and soon, it responded by slowly transforming into a mercury-like liquid, running down his arms, and covering his front and back, chest, abdomen, and head, forming tightly a half-body armor.

His entire face was covered by the silver armor, like a mask; however, strangely, his vision, hearing, and breathing were not affected at all.

"Elf artifacts are indeed miraculous," Zhou Leng marveled, "Alright, you two each pick one."

Silver Lake Moon looked at Silver Lake Wind.

Silver Lake Wind sighed and said, "Given the Duke's orders, it doesn't break the rules."

"Thank you, Grandpa Wind, thank you, Your Excellency the Duke." Silver Lake Moon ran towards a bow and grasped it in his hand.

The wooden longbow immediately showed white flowers on its surface, and the whole room was filled with fragrance.

Silver Lake Wind left his ordinary legendary magic staff on the weapon rack and took an ancient magic staff from the stone platform, gently stroking it.

"Is there a better Magic Spirit Bag here?" Zhou Leng asked.

Silver Lake Moon looked around, and Silver Lake Wind waved his magic staff, sending a wooden box flying towards Zhou Leng, then continued to stroke the staff, as if caressing a lover's hand.

Zhou Leng received the wooden box.

Silver Lake Moon said, "This 'Queen's Dressing Box' is made from the trunk of the Mother Tree and has spatial attributes, about ten times larger than your Magic Spirit Bag. It can fit inside a regular Magic Spirit Bag."

Zhou Leng touched it, sensing the inner space, which was equivalent to a large factory building, and felt satisfied.

He took out a common Magic Spirit Bag and placed the space wooden box inside.

"My Elite Squad members can come in and each take a legendary treasure. The quick hand will have it, the slow will not."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, all the elves looked at him in astonishment.

Including Silver Lake Wind and Silver Lake Moon.

If saying Zhou Leng taking multiple legendary treasures was like shopping, letting all members come in was like a raid.

Some non-Elite Squad members were about to protest, but upon seeing the legendary magic staff in Silver Lake Wind's hand, they remained silent.

Silver Lake Wind stared blankly at the staff in his hand.

Could this be considered bribery?

Just as Old Man Silver Lake was hesitating, a bold young elf rushed into the warehouse and headed straight for a fiery longbow on the stone platform, grabbing it.

The young elf raised the longbow, chanting a prayer.

Before long, the bow blazed with flames, enveloping him.

When the flames receded, he slung the bow over his shoulder.

His entire demeanor suddenly changed.

Originally, he was just an ordinary male elf, but now, every movement exuded extraordinary charisma.

The array of the treasure vault did not punish this elf.

"Thank you, Your Highness, the Duke."

A few brave elves quickly walked into the vault. If not for the respect in their hearts, they would have run with magic.

Only then did the elves behind realize, and they all rushed into the treasure vault.

Some chose longbows, others chose magic staffs.

But there weren't many of these two types of weapons, only over fifty left.

The others helplessly chose other weapons, armor, or magic artifacts.

A total of 232 non-disabled elves chose to join the Prophet Guard.

They all entered, each acquiring a legendary treasure.

The other elves watched the lively treasure vault, their eyes burning with desire.

Especially those who participated in the blood hunt but didn't join the Prophet Guard, they were full of regret.

Suddenly, a quick-witted one half-kneeled on the ground, chanting an oath of allegiance, announcing his joining of the Prophet Guard.

After chanting, he walked into the vault and took a legendary treasure.

The other elves were astounded.

Thus, some elves followed suit, joining the Prophet Guard to acquire legendary treasures.

Silver Lake Wind secretly communicated with some hesitant elves.

Those elves immediately chanted the oath of allegiance and entered the vault to retrieve treasures.

A few people were still hesitating.

Soon, Silver Lake Wind said, "No more."

The treasury inside the door was empty.

The elves outside felt empty inside.

Zhou Leng led people out.

Silver Lake Wind took the initiative to open the Holy Domain Treasury.

Everyone entered.

Zhou Leng didn't stand on ceremony at all, he collected suitable weapons and equipment for human martial artists into a wooden box.

The other elves pretended not to see.

Because there were too many holy domain treasures.

Soon, a group of elves armed to the teeth stood in the hall.

A few were assigned to care for the disabled elves, while the rest, led by Silver Lake Wind, climbed the spiral staircase to reach the dungeon exit.

A castle built along the mountain.

The castle walls were occupied by a mass of demons and giant insects, the elves fought and retreated.

"Kill!"

At Zhou Leng's command, he charged out, covered in shimmering armor, even his face shielded, holding the Frost Cry Sword.

Zhou Leng once took an elective swordsmanship course at the Innate Pavilion, called the "Star Track Sword," the most complex innate swordsmanship of the Ancient River Sect.

The reason for learning this swordsmanship was due to Master Wu's guidance.

The "Star Track Sword" initially seemed weak, but it contained the mysteries of star trajectories, infinitely profound, deepening the understanding of "Star-Pointing Sword Qi," and aiding future study of the Ancient River Sect's number one swordsmanship.

Star-slaying Nineteen Swords.

Zhou Leng had only practiced occasionally, never seriously cultivating because he could never find a decent weapon.

An ordinary sword simply couldn't bear the strong true qi.

Using a standard steel sword, even without battling, just infusing true qi, after a hundred moves, the blade shattered.

With the Frost Cry Sword, it was completely different.

Zhou Leng wielded the Star Track Sword, charging the walls to attack the demons.

Since the Star Track Sword was still unfamiliar, it appeared particularly clumsy in execution.

Ordinary elves couldn't tell, but Silver Lake Wind saw it in an instant, feeling puzzled, but didn't care much, using legendary spells to bolster other elves' strength, treating injuries.

He did not attack those ordinary and innate demons, because once he attacked, it would surely attract other legends.

The Star Track Sword harbored the mysteries of the universe's stars, inherently difficult to cultivate.

Zhou Leng scarcely practiced, now directly fighting, initially with mediocre results.

His efficiency in killing was not even as good as randomly slashing with a big knife.

However, Zhou Leng was unfazed; he fought while practicing, simultaneously fixing flaws.

The divine text sword formula of the Star Track Sword rapidly rotated in his mind.

A quarter-hour, a half-hour, three-quarters...

An hour, two hours...

Feeling tired, he drank a sip of Ant Queen Juice.

When true qi was lacking, he swallowed a small piece of Ancient Tree Fossil.

With bark armor added on, he never stopped fighting.

The other elves didn't know how many times they rotated in battle, Zhou Leng continued fighting on the walls, slaying from one side to the other, and back again.

Blood continually flowed down the silver armor, the camouflage pants already turned into thick cotton pants by demon blood and insect juice.

After three hours of battle, Zhou Leng finally had an epiphany.

Star Track Sword, entry level.

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