Chapter 311 - Grand Invitation

At the Night Elves' camp.

"I didn't expect you to build your own city at such a young age. It's unexpected. Please forgive me for my offense just now. I'm very sorry." Elwyn apologized respectfully.

"It's okay, I was too rash." Lorne smiled politely.

"Just now, Mr. Tyrant said that he can trade the Dragon Blood Grass with us. Is this true?"

"Of course."

"How many Dragon Blood Grass do you have now?" Elwyn asked.

Lorne did not answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Can I ask how much Dragon Blood Grass you need first?"

"A lot. It might take tens of thousands."

Elwyn frowned and explained in a low voice, "Perhaps you don't know the meaning of the Dragon Blood Grass to us Night Elves. Dragon Blood Grass is a rare herb that will only grow after the blood of dragons is watered and the dragon aura is absorbed. In a very ancient era, our Night Elves were a race that specialized in following the Dragon of Darkness. The Dragon of Darkness used the dragon blood to help us raise our aptitude, giving us the potential to become Phantom Assassins."

"Unfortunately, thousands of years ago, the Dragon of Darkness, Theodore, joined the Dark Abyss, causing the Night Elves to be implicated. Their status began to waver. Other elves could more or less obtain the favor of the Dragon of Emerald, but the Night Elves had never received kindness."

"Just like that, as time passed, fewer and fewer Night Elves in our race had the aptitude to be Phantom Assassins. Right now, the Night Elves are facing a life and death threat. We urgently hope to have enough Phantom Assassins. Only then can we survive this calamity."

"The Dragon Blood Grass is the key to increasing our aptitude. Without the help of the Dragon God, only the Dragon Blood Grass can allow my people to evolve into Phantom Assassins."

"As for the number of Dragon Blood Grass I want, it's actually related to the number of Phantom Assassins created. I need about 1,000 Dragon Blood Grass to nurture a Rank One Phantom Assassin. If I still want to raise it later, I need more Dragon Blood Grass."

"According to my calculations, if we want all 300 Night Elves to survive, we need at least 20 Rank One Phantom Assassins and a few Rank Two Phantom Assassins. To fulfill this requirement, we need at least tens of thousands of stalks of Dragon Blood Grass."

At this point, Elwyn sighed and looked at Lorne with a bitter smile, "I know that tens of thousands of Dragon Blood Grass are like a dream, but I hope that Mr. Tyrant can generously sell us the ones you currently have. Even if there are only a few hundred, it will be very useful to the current tribe."

Hundreds of them?

Lorne did not know whether to laugh or cry.

This Elven Queen looked down on him, the City Lord of the Cold Desolate Dragon City, too much.

How could a few hundred Dragon Blood Grass be considered resources?

In the beginning, he had planned to donate tens of thousands of them for free.

But now, it seemed that free donation was not a good plan.

With that in mind, Lorne said, "If you only need these Dragon Blood Grass, I can give you an answer now. Cold Desolate Dragon City can fulfill your request."

Before Lorne could finish, the Night Elves in the room were shocked.

It could be achieved?

He said he could provide it?

Did he really have tens of thousands of Dragon Blood Grass?

How was this possible?!

The Night Elves discussed it and found it unbelievable.

Even Elwyn froze on the spot.

When she recovered, she quickly asked, "Is what you said true? Does Cold Desolate Dragon City really have tens of thousands of Dragon Blood Grass?!"

"Of course." Lorne nodded and continued, "However, the Dragon Blood Grass is a high-level rare herb. Even the stockpile of the Cold Desolate Dragon City is not high. It's impossible for me to give you these herbs for no reason. To be honest, if not for Aisha, I would not have chosen to discuss this with you. However, since there's such a relationship, I can't be too heartless. How about this, Queen Elwyn? If you really want these Dragon Blood Grass, I can give them to you, and I'll sponsor you for free. However, the premise is that you have to agree to a request of mine."

"Request? What request?" Elwyn looked at him questioningly.

"I need you to join the Cold Desolate Dragon City. On the account of your affiliation, the Cold Desolate Dragon City will give you the Dragon Blood Grass for free. How about it?" Lorne asked.

"This…" Elwyn hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Ever since we lost the protection of the Dragon of Darkness, our Night Elves have completely become an abandoned race and have been bullied in the Elven Kingdom. Our race has also suffered countless indifference and humiliation, and we have even been hunted by other elves. To be honest, there's nothing we can't give up now."

"I'm glad you're willing to accept us, but unfortunately, during our escape, we have removed the dark aura suppressed in our bodies many times and relied on the power of darkness to survive until today."

"We have long been corroded by the dark power. Soon, we will be the minions of the darkness and lose ourselves."

"Although I really want to agree to your invitation, we no longer have this right. Mr. Tyrant, thank you very much."

As Elwyn spoke, she suddenly could not help but cough.

A scarlet color suddenly appeared in her eyes, making her look abnormally ferocious.

Lorne frowned upon seeing this.

The situation was indeed not optimistic. This Night Elf Queen had long been poisoned deeply. The power of darkness had been corroding her body. If this continued, it would not be long before she completely degenerated into a Dark Elf.

Noticing Lorne's gaze, Elwyn smiled bitterly, "As you can see, the power of darkness can no longer be suppressed in my body, but there are still countless people chasing after us in the outside world. Perhaps it won't be long before we can no longer remain rational."

With that, the other elves lowered their heads.

In their eyes, a blood-colored light also appeared. This was the result of being corroded by the dark power, and it was already irresistible. It could only slow down the spreading speed.

Originally, they hated the Dark Elves very much, but due to the external pressure, they were forced to walk on the edge of the darkness and were even about to fall into it.