The sky was blowing yellow wind and sand, the mountains were bare, and there were one hole after another on it, and the sound of clanging came from the depths of the hole.

The entrance to the cave is narrow, and inside the cave is the lair of the dwarves, who are best at digging holes.

At the entrance of the cave was a dwarf with a spear in hand, looking around with a sharp gaze.

A pair of red boots stepped on the sand, the red cloak danced with the wind, she looked calm, as if walking on the beach, and the footprints behind her were quickly smoothed by the wind.

She was the Temple's chief magical nun, Half Moon, and the dwarves guarding the hill had led her into the cave.

Along the way, the dust falling from the cave wall made Half Moon frown slightly.

Until I saw an old man by the fire, knocking constantly.

The boiling magma burns in the boiler, which can burn the loess and extract the steel-like flint, a delicate and complicated process that only the dwarves can do.

Half Moon watched with interest from the side, she was in front of the dwarven elder Oak, waiting for Oak to finish the work in his hand.

The hammer sparked, constantly striking the stone, and in his hand was a long sword about to take shape.

Finally, Oak finished his final thrashing and took the sword in his hand to take a closer look.

With the faint glow of the hedron in the cave, Oak saw a hair-thin crack in the middle of the sword.

"Alas!"

With a sigh, Oak threw his sword into the hot lava.

The sword melted, and Oak, who turned around, saw Half Moon.

His heart has not yet been freed from the boredom of failing to forge a sword.

He said impatiently, "We dwarves have never had any scraping with the temple, what are you doing here today? If you want to buy weapons, just go to the shops in the main city!"

Half Moon smiled slightly, and said, "I don't want weapons, I'm here to talk about business!"

Oak glanced up at Half Moon, only now noticing that she had come alone.

"Hmph, isn't the temple a place of cultivation, when did you learn the Magician Guild and start a business?"

Oak's face was full of mockery, but his heart was wondering what the people of the temple were doing here.

Half Moon shook her head and said, "It's not that the temple wants to do business, but I want to do business with you!"

Oak's mind was full of doubts, and he asked, "Does this make any difference?"

Half Moon looked around, surrounded by dwarves, Oak understood in his heart, and said to the dwarves in the cave, "Let's all go out first, no one is allowed to come in without my orders!"

The dwarves exited the cave one after another, and Half Moon sat on the stone bench, crossed his legs, and said with a sad face, "I need a lot of weapons!

Oak thought it was some big business, and then said, "That's it, what did I think you're going to do? Tell me, how much, a hundred, or a thousand?"

Half Yue's face was heavy, and he shook his head and said, "One hundred thousand!"

As soon as Ok sat down, he stood up in shock, "One hundred thousand, what are you going to do?" More than ten thousand, you have to file with the Dasheng Dynasty, and besides the army, who can use so much?"

Half Moon took a sip of the red tea on the table, which was a special drink of the dwarf clan, red bean smoothie!

"This tastes really good, and it's a favorite of the dwarves!"

Seeing that Half Moon answered the question, Oak personally poured a full cup for Half Moon.

"Casting a large number of weapons without permission is a crime of treason!"

Seeing that Half Moon's face was calm, Oak continued, "At least let me know, what are you going to do with it?" My dwarf race has retreated to the desert for hundreds of years, and I don't want to have unnecessary conflicts with the Dasheng Dynasty, we were defeated hundreds of years ago, and we no longer have any ambition to unify the human race!"

Half Moon got up and said casually, "Then I haven't been here!"

Oak hurriedly stopped Half Moon, "Is there something to sit down and discuss slowly!"

Banyue sat down and said, "I need 100,000 long swords, 100,000 spears, 200,000 bows and arrows, and 10,000 chariots!"

Oak's heart skipped a beat every time he heard Half Moon say a number, and he stood up suddenly, "We've done this business!"

Half Moon smiled, "Elder Oak, how long will it take to get what I need?"

Oak pondered, "If I used the power of the entire dwarven clan, it would take three months at most, but now that the dwarven clan is divided, it will take at least a year on my own!"

Banyue shook her head, "Not for a year, three months at the latest!

An ambition rises in Oak's heart to reinvigorate the dwarven presence, and he has a great idea in mind.

"No problem!" Oak said.

Half Moon took out a small package from her arms, "This is a deposit!"

Oak opened it and saw that there were ten blue crystals inside, each blue crystal, worth millions of gold coins.

Ten is exactly 10 million gold coins, and 10 million gold coins are used as a deposit, which is really good, even if it is used as a full income, it is quite optimistic.

Oak's heart moved slightly, he was researching a weapon that was dangerous enough to contain a saint-level magician, and he needed a lot of rare materials, so he said, "For the remaining half, I want some materials!"

Half Moon had long heard that the dwarves were not interested in gold coins, they preferred some rare metals, "Tell me, what I have seen must satisfy you!"

Oak took out a pen and paper and wrote several rare metals, one of which was the blood of a divine magician.

Half Moon took the paper, her eyes fixed on the last one, although the front one was very precious, but it was not difficult to get it with her strength.

Only this last one made Half Moon's face puzzled, "What do you want the blood of a sacred-level magician for?"

Oak has a weak heart, hundreds of years ago, the dwarves conquered half of the dynasty, but was brought back by the divine magician, he has always held a grudge, and if he wants to solve this problem completely, he can only start from their blood.

As long as he can get the blood of a saint-level magician, he will definitely be able to develop a divine weapon to restrain them!

Oak said, "It's nothing, it's just that you need to inject essence blood to build a weapon, and I hope to increase the power of the weapon!"

Half Moon was full of doubts, can this work?

"Is it okay with mine?"

Half Moon asked, Sacred-level magicians, magicians associations, magic academies, and Holy Knight Alliances all have them, but these forces cannot be offended for the time being.

As for the temple, don't even think about it, fortunately, Half Moon is also a sacred-level magic nun.

Oak's heart was excited, the blood of the Seven Magic Nuns of the Holy Spirit of the Temple, of course, it was okay, he was silent on the surface, "I can only try!"

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of red wine and handed it to Half Moon.

He took the short knife from the weapon rack and handed it to Half Moon.

Half Moon cuts the veins with a short knife.

The blood was slowly filled into a bottle, and Half Moon felt a little dizzy, and the healing magic allowed the wound to heal quickly.

Handing the bottle of red wine to Oak, Half Moon left the dwarven lair alone.

Brave the wind and sand to fetch a rare metal in the desert.

Oak hid the bottle, a hint of excitement crossed his eyes, he called his men, and said, "Immediately notify the ministers and elders and let them come to me!"

Dozens of dwarven elders have come to Oak.

The cave was very open, and in front of the conference table was Oak himself, and dozens of elders sat around the table.

Oak placed the blue crystals on the table one by one.

I saw that all the elders showed greedy eyes.

A million, enough to meet the needs of a tribe for decades of survival.

"Elders, Oke is incompetent, since he was born in the dwarf race, he has been working hard for the future of the dwarf race all the time, but the Dasheng Dynasty has deceived people too much, they have blocked our materials and restricted our development.

Today, our chance has finally arrived!

Someone ordered from me to order 100,000 swords, 100,000 spears, 200,000 bows and arrows, and 10,000 chariots!"

The elders whispered one after another, and some of them said, "With such a large amount, it is difficult to go to war! Is it customized by the elven clan?"

"The elves have always looked down on the weapons we have built, and they will definitely not look for us!"

"Who's that, Elder Oak, can you tell me?"

Oak stretched out his palm, calmed the elders who were talking, and said, "It's the people inside the Dasheng Dynasty, they are about to have civil strife!"

Oak looked carefully at the expressions of the elders.

"They are in civil strife, won't we be able to take the opportunity to regain our territory!"

"No, they have sacred-level magicians, their power is extremely powerful, we almost wiped out hundreds of years ago!"

"Yes, yes, we can still survive now, we can't find death!"

Oak smiled slightly, "I've been researching weapons that can restrain Divine Magicians!"

The elders immediately fell silent, staring at Oak one by one, waiting for Oak to speak.

After not seeing Oak speak for a long time, an elder couldn't bear it, "What a sacred-level magician, we dwarves are not afraid of them!"

"That is, our people have suffered for so many years, and it is time for us to enjoy it!"

"Elder Oak, did you think of the weapon that restrained the sacred-level magician, and researched it?"

As soon as everyone heard this question, they all waited for Oak to answer, and Oak sighed, "Alas, it's all because Oak is incompetent, for so many years, nothing has been gained, just some time ago, I got the blood of a sacred-level magician, so I want to invite all the elders, let's study together, as long as we can develop it successfully, what Dasheng Dynasty, we dwarves are the masters of this continent!"

One of the elders stood up, "Elder Oak is right, I won't leave, study with Elder Oak, I haven't made weapons for many years, and I haven't been able to do anything for my clan, today I have this opportunity, I am willing to give my life for my clan!"

His gray hair, beard, all show that he is the oldest of all.

Someone took the lead, and everyone expressed their support for Oak.

"And who made these weapons?"

The ten blue crystals on the table were what the elders needed most at the moment.

Everyone looked at Oak, only to see Oak speak, "Elder Wind, this is yours!

Changfeng is the oldest person.

He took the blue crystal, looking excited.

The rest of the elders are all two people with one crystal, or three or four people with one crystal.

However, everyone's face is full of happy and excited smiles.

They know that even if they can't develop it, they will have a settlement in the following days.

At the feet of Half Moon, a huge camel was lying, foaming at the mouth and dead.

The hump of the desert camel is the best material.

Half Moon's face was a little pale, she stroked her forehead, raised her head to look at the sun in the sky, "Is it so difficult? It's just a camel!"

Half Moon took the hump, tore through the space, and came to the Ninth Duchy.

She glanced at Zeng Shiqi-Yanbu-Fendry from a distance, and saw that Zeng Shiqi-Yanbe-Fendry was playing with several students of the Academy of Magic in the square of the Academy of Magic.

Half Moon smiled slightly, "You're still so naïve!"

In the dark night, Half Moon came to a dark basement, there was a man in a white suit, he saw Half Moon standing in front of him, and immediately got up.

"Master!" he saluted respectfully.

Half Moon said with a tired look, "How's it going?"

The man slowly spoke, "The Duke of the Ninth Duchy, although he is my servant, he has self-awareness, and he will definitely do his best to share the worries of his master, and he is currently negotiating with the elves!"

Half Moon let out a sigh, "Do your best, don't fight!"

The man bared his fangs and said, "If you don't fight, I'm afraid it's going to be difficult!"

Half Moon's eyes were instantly cold, and the fire elements in his palms gathered.

The man immediately fell into agony, and rolled on the ground, "Master spare my life, master spare my life!"

Half Moon's expression softened and withdrew her spell.

"I'll help you unlock the seal, I didn't let you rest here, if you can't do it, I don't mind killing you!"

Half Moon turned to leave, the man's forehead was covered with sweat, and sweat even soaked his white shirt.

"Divine Seven! If it weren't for the sake of you letting me out, I would have sucked up all your blood!"

"Oh, yes, then you go!"

When the man turned around, he saw the Count lying on the stone wall, with a goblet in his hand containing a Bloody Mary.

The white arm snatched the wine glass from the earl's hand, tilted his head and drank it, and then squirted out.

"What the is this? Isn't it blood? I said, Count, what's wrong with you, you can drink this thing!"

The Earl looked helpless, "Do you want to drink human blood? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't care about the idle business here!

Just today, I almost won't see you!"

The man's face was also decadent, "Why shouldn't I? she broke my seal and cast a spell on me.

I broke your seal for you, don't forget, you can't just leave me alone!"

The white garment clung to the Count's arm.

The Count could not say a word of what he had prepared.

"I, I'm afraid, I've got to go!" said the Count at last.

The man sighed, "What about vampire loyalty, how can you leave me alone!"

The Earl said, "You and I are both at the earl level, and before you reach the king level, I will be loyal to you!"

"What about friendship!"

The man looked expectant, and the Count said, "I'll stay three months at most!"

The man's face was happy, "Don't worry, when the Ninth Duchy becomes independent, we will be free!"