novel bin Chapter 120: There's a spatial ring!
Chapter 120: There's a spatial ring!
An elderly elf, who was at the head of the group, flipped off the griffin's back.
He was tall and had a stern face. What was most striking about him was his long beard, which was carefully braided into several braids.
Soon, Long Zhan arrived with Elder Mu Yu and Fendona.
"Elder Archimonde." Elder Wood stepped forward and exchanged a few words with the old elf in Elvish.
Then, Elder Muyu turned to Long Zhan and said:
"General, this is Elder Archimonde. He has brought the goods you purchased."
Long Zhan's gaze swept over Elder Archimonde and his retinue.
Apart from their bows and arrows and swords, they carried no other luggage, let alone boxes or vehicles for loading goods.
"Where are the goods?" Long Zhan asked through the translation terminal.
Elder Archimonde remained expressionless and responded in a rigid and stiff common language:
"You need not worry about that."
"Excuse me, are the goods required by our Elven race ready?"
"Ready." Long Zhan nodded, and whispered to the guard beside him:
"Notify Commander Lin and Commander Zhao that the elves have arrived with the goods we purchased."
He turned his head and gestured "please" to the elves.
They led the elven delegation toward a large tin warehouse in the distance.
"The goods you requested are in here."
The warehouse door was slowly opened, and the scene inside made the young elves widen their eyes.
Rows of brand-new automatic rifles hung neatly in the slots on the wall, their black bodies emitting a smell of metal mixed with machine oil.
Next to it were piles of ammunition boxes.
In the center of the warehouse, several armored transport vehicles and a medium tank were parked quietly, their cannons and machine guns pointing forward, exuding an aura of dominance and oppression.
Rocket launchers, mortars, grenades, drones... all the weapons and equipment on the Elven list were neatly arranged in categories.
This scene was unlike anything ever seen on the continent of Terra.
Long Zhan turned to the side and looked at Elder Archimonde.
"I can show you how to take inventory."
Elder Archimonde's gaze swept over the steel constructs one by one, his eyes revealing a look of shock.
He nodded, trying to appear calm.
"Then I'll trouble you."
......
In Lin Mo's room, he was staring blankly at the thick book, "A Brief History of the Holy Light over 30,000 Years," which was thick enough to kill someone.
Archbishop Kell paced back and forth, muttering to himself, trying to condense 30,000 years of history into Linmer's clearly malfunctioning brain.
"Holy Son, you must remember, twelve thousand years before the Holy Light Era, the first Pope..."
Lin Mo didn't hear a single word; he felt as if his eyelids weighed a ton.
Just then, the terminal on his wrist vibrated slightly.
Lin Mo perked up and immediately raised his hand to open it.
It was a message from Long Zhan:
"Commander Lin, the Elven trading party has arrived at Warehouse Number Three."
saved!
Lin Mo suddenly stood up from his chair.
"Your Excellency Archbishop, stop talking, let's go!"
He grabbed Kyle, who was still talking non-stop.
"The elves have arrived with their goods. Look how eager they are, unlike you slowpokes."
Kyle was being dragged outside by him, his face full of disapproval.
"Holy Son, that's because we're far away, and the goods need time to be prepared..."
"Alright, alright, let's go take a look."
Lin Mo dragged him along without looking back, striding towards the warehouse area.
When they arrived at the No. 3 large metal warehouse, Zhao Gang also happened to arrive from another direction.
The two exchanged a glance, greeted each other, and went inside together.
Inside the warehouse, Long Zhan was holding a list, accompanying Elder Archimonde and his entourage to check the goods.
Lin Mo nodded to Fendona and Elder Muyu and watched quietly from the side.
At this moment, the young elves were looking at the neatly arranged steel structures with a mixture of curiosity and awe.
A young elf couldn't resist reaching out and carefully touching the cold barrel of the automatic rifle.
When he felt the metallic touch on his fingertips, he shuddered and pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.
Elder Archimonde's stern face remained expressionless, but as he glanced at the cannon barrel of the medium tank, his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.
"Elder Archimonde, this is the last ZTZ medium tank... Alright, all the weapons and equipment on the list, quantity and model have been verified."
Long Zhan closed the list and translated it through the terminal.
Elder Archimonde, feigning composure, slowly nodded and said stiffly:
"very good."
After saying this, he led his entourage to an open area in the center of the warehouse.
Under the questioning gazes of Lin Mo, Zhao Gang, and Long Zhan, Elder Archimonde stood still and raised his right hand, which wore a simple ring.
He simply swung his hand forward casually.
There were no incantations, no light.
The next second, a large number of neatly stacked wooden crates appeared out of thin air.
All the Great Xia soldiers present, including Long Zhan and Zhao Gang, were dumbfounded.
Their mouths were agape, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the pile of boxes that had suddenly appeared, their minds blank.
What is this?
Is it a magic trick?
However, the moment Archimonde waved his hand, Lin Mo clearly "sense" a peculiar magical fluctuation.
The fluctuation emanated from the ring on the other person's hand.
"A spatial ring?"
Lin Mo instinctively gasped in surprise.
Kyle, standing next to him, smiled and explained:
"Indeed! Holy Son, your perception is truly keen!"
"The spatial ring is the greatest masterpiece of the dwarves!"
"They inscribed extremely complex spatial runes on the ring, creating a subspace capable of storing items!"
He paused, then added:
"The ring cannot contain any living creature, and each one is extremely expensive to make, requiring rare ores and the efforts of a dwarven rune master for several years."
"Even among our Holy Human race, only a handful of people possess it."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang and Long Zhan suddenly came to their senses.
The two turned their heads almost simultaneously to look at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo happened to be looking at them as well.
The three people's gazes met in the air, and they all understood the same meaning from each other's eyes.
It was a burning, intensely yearning flame.
The uses of the spatial ring are self-evident; every human being knows its immense value.
Currently, the Great Xia's teleportation capacity is limited, and logistical support remains a major concern for everyone.
If... if we could possess this technology...
That would completely resolve the current predicament of the Great Xia!
In an instant, the warehouse became eerily quiet.
The only sounds were the rapid breathing of Lin Mo and the other soldiers around them.