Lear finished reading the attributes of the Dark Night Elf and felt quite emotional.

It must be said that the reputation of elves in the Main Plane is not just because of their beauty.

Their formidable strength is the fundamental reason.

The opponent's skill set combined with her talents can only be described as fierce.

If they had warriors at the front, not many, just one squadron, the wild bandits who hunted them before would be easy targets.

Taking a deep breath, he gazed intently at the bound Dark Night Elf and spoke slowly.

"A group of Dark Night Elves, actually being hunted by wild bandits... you are much weaker than the legends suggest, I am somewhat disappointed."

He waved his hand, and the Wetland Lizardman Warrior behind him threw a few heads forward.

The grisly heads of the wild bandits rolled below.

"You have disgraced the name of the elves."

The Dark Night Elves hanging on the wall were both ashamed and angry upon seeing this.

"That's just because we didn't have Treant Warriors!"

"Human, you are insulting the great Dark Night Elves!!"

"Hmph, if we were in the Underworld, these barbarians would be nothing but pigs!!"

But no matter how tough their words were, their momentum was noticeably weakened.

No matter the excuse, it couldn't change the fact that they were being hunted.

And the enemies who chased them like dogs were easily slaughtered by the opponent... it was still a big blow to their pride.

Lear looked calmly at the embarrassed and angry Dark Night Elves, lost in thought.

To enslave such proud beings, some means were still necessary.

His level had stagnated since the last time he absorbed the remnants of the Half-Fishman God's soul and received a boost.

In the swamp, the land's power was constantly enhancing his body and soul.

Although every few days he felt his strength subtly increase, the pace was slow.

It was not yet possible to enslave so many Dark Night Elves.

As he remained silent, the air gradually grew calm.

The leader of the Dark Night Elves suddenly spoke.

"Honorable Human Lord... may I know your intentions for us?"

Lear looked up, meeting her gaze, speaking slowly.

"I haven't decided yet. Do you have any good ideas?"

This response left all the Dark Night Elves silent, saying... are we expected to come up with ideas for you?!

The leader of the Dark Night Elves took a deep breath.

"Human Lord, it seems your territory was established not long ago... I hold a 3-Star weapon and armor forging secret technique, and I'm willing to exchange it for our freedom!"

Lear felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The phase of buying their own lives with treasure had seemingly happened several times before?

It seems this world loves this routine?

However, it looked like he didn't mind it too much either...

He looked at her with a playful gaze.

"Not enough."

The leader of the Dark Night Elves gritted her teeth.

"I can activate 20 Treants for you, transforming them into Tree Guardians for your territory!"

"Is this a secret technique?"

"Yes, but only the blood of Dark Night Elves can activate Treants..."

"Activated Treants, can they rival my City Hall?"

"You're joking. Your... City Hall, after integrating the Dark Heart, has a biological strength of level 14..."

"The Dark Heart is a treasure dug from a Dark Treant that has lived for over a thousand years, extremely precious, enhancing activated plants significantly. I only have this one."

"But we can still..."

Seeing the Dark Night Elf leader trying to speak, Lear interrupted her.

"No need for more words. You haven't realized your situation."

"There's no room for bargaining here."

He didn't trust the Dark Night Elves much; after some time, when his soul strength was sufficient, he could directly enslave them.

By then, wouldn't all these treasures and secret techniques be his?

At least it was reassuring to know there was much to extract from them.

No more words on this, he switched the topic and asked.

"Where are you from? Where is the entrance to the Underworld?"

The Dark Night Elves felt a sense of humiliation but had no choice but to grit their teeth and answer.

"About 100 kilometers north of the Swamp, there's a small hill. A cave at its base can lead to the Underworld."

"Why did you appear on the surface?"

This question seemed to peel back their wounds, and suddenly they were all breathing heavily, anger surging.

"Those bastards of the Holy Song Clan attacked our territory and occupied our Moon Well!"

"We had no choice but to flee to the surface..."

If it weren't for the enemy's attack, why would they leave the Underworld and become captives?

"The Holy Song Clan?"

"A large clan with over 5000 Dark Night Elves, renowned even in the Dark Mountains, under the patronage of the Dark Night Elf God."

"We are not their match."

The leader of the Dark Night Elves spoke with resentment in her voice.

Dark Mountains.

Hearing this term, Lear immediately thought of the monster he encountered on the first day in the Mire Swamp—the Kelder Ratman!

Their countless numbers left a deep impression on him.

"Do you know about the Kelder Ratman?"

The leader of the Dark Night Elves snapped back to reality, looking at him with some surprise.

"You know about the Kelder Ratman? Those filthy creatures occupy a third of the Dark Mountains, their numbers beyond count."

"It's said they are preparing to hunt down the old Red Dragon deep within the Dark Mountains..."

Saying this made her tone somewhat complicated; the Kelder Ratmen were so weak individually, yet they were hunting a Red Dragon. They were so powerful, yet ended up captives...

Lear squinted his eyes.

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