The Ancient Tree Guardian's arrangements were complete, putting Lear in a delightful mood.

As he pondered, he dismissed the others, summoning Isa alone.

His gaze held a hint of admiration as he looked at this Dark Night Elf.

"The effect of the secret technique is impressive, I'm quite satisfied."

A simple compliment, yet Isa felt a sense of overwhelming honor.

"It is our honor..."

Her gaze no longer held the previous arrogance, now full of reverence.

The figure before her was beyond her imagination, the terrifying aura that seeped into her soul still lingered in her mind.

Lear spoke softly.

"You mentioned before, you possess schematics for crafting 3 Star Armor?"

Isa nodded.

"Yes, my lord... I stumbled upon the schematics hidden in a cave by chance."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a gray-black parchment appeared out of thin air in her hand.

She respectfully presented it with both hands.

"My lord..."

This gesture made Lear take a deep look at her, accepting it without hesitation.

Slowly unrolling it, he found it filled with dense runes, not much related to actual forging.

As he focused on it, a detailed panel appeared in his mind.

Dark Rock Armor Crafting Schematics

[Level]: 3 Stars

[Armor Traits]: 1. As firm as a rock, increasing the armor's durability by 70%, and reducing damage from heavy weapon attacks by 60%.

2. Full Body Armor, the inscriptions allow damage distribution, making the entire armor endure the enemy's attack. The armor cannot be penetrated or destroyed unless the entire set is broken.

3. Darkness Descends, activates the inscriptions on the armor, releasing a unique pressure, resonating with nearby Dark Rock Armors to enhance the pressure, causing extra mental shock to enemies.

[Forging Requirements]: 300 units of Refined Steel, extremely high forging skills.

[Evaluation]: An indestructible armor, but the skills required for forging far exceed armors and weapons of the same level.

Three traits?!

Lear's eyes narrowed slightly.

These traits are all exceptionally fierce, none are useless.

It's truly worthy of being 3 Star Armor.

If it could be forged, equipping the Cold-blooded Cavalry... it would elevate the ferocity of these warriors to new heights!!

Satisfying.

"The forging techniques are hidden within these runes. Just let your blood drip on the first rune at the beginning and end, and you can obtain it."

Isa spoke with a hint of emotion.

"The materials needed for this 3 Star Armor aren't advanced; it can be crafted with ordinary steel, but it requires superb forging skills."

"Our tribe doesn't have such talents... so it has never been put to use."

This is the sorrow of a small tribe. Even with something good, it's often difficult to utilize.

Lear also recalled Bain's previous mention of the Mud Swamp People obtaining a young Flying Dragon but being unable to raise it.

Yet, the fact that the Dark Night Elves and Mud Swamp People can't do it doesn't mean Weilu City can't.

"Do you know about the Fray?"

Isa was somewhat astonished.

"The race cursed by the God of Forging? They haven't gone extinct?"

There aren't many races cursed by a god; the tales of the Fray are legendary, mentioned more or less in any story involving deities.

Of course, more often than not... they are used as cautionary tales.

Lear said meaningfully.

"They are within the territory... managing the Blacksmith Shop in Weilu City."

Isa's heart skipped a beat, wanting to say something, but recalling the previous scene, it somehow seemed to make sense.

Lear said no more, gesturing to her and heading straight to the Blacksmith Shop.

After half a month in operation, the Blacksmith Shop was now running smoothly, with the constant clanging of metal being heard every day.

Thirty Fray had become full-time blacksmiths, responsible for forging all the items needed in the territory.

Over 500 cave dwellers were mining iron, yielding large quantities of ore every week to supply the forging needs.

The territory was newly established, lacking everything, especially ironware, keeping them busy non-stop during this period.

The leader of the Fray—Bulin, was appointed by Lear as the chief blacksmith of the Blacksmith Shop, overseeing all its operations.

He was also developing armor for the Cold-blooded Cavalry.

As soon as Lear entered the Blacksmith Shop, he immediately felt a chill.

Looking around, the surrounding vines were frantically absorbing heat, making the temperature inside much lower than outside.

But after walking a few steps in, the temperature suddenly rose.

Focusing his attention, he saw three furnaces burning brightly in the central area, emitting intense heat.

Even approaching slightly, one could feel the heat wave.

Without the vines absorbing heat, this place would probably be uninhabitable.

The vines provided a good working environment for everyone.

The satisfaction among the Fray was almost maxed out.

Seeing Lear's arrival, Bulin, who was busy, immediately put down his work, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stepped forward.

"My lord~"

After saluting, he instinctively took two steps back due to his sweaty state.

Lear nodded.

"You've worked hard these past days."

He said, handing over the gray-black parchment to him, conveying the information about the secret technique it contained, and finally pointing to the Dark Night Elf beside him.

"The schematics for this armor were obtained by Isa. The armor's level is as high as 3 Stars and can be made with ordinary steel."

"The only requirement is... extremely high forging skills."

This made Bulin puff up his chest.

The Fray may not acknowledge other things, but forging skills... this was their lifeline.

Lear instructed him to let his blood drip onto the first and last inscriptions.

Bulin complied immediately, and as soon as the blood dripped, the entire inscription came alive, transforming into tadpole-like characters that flowed into his mind.

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