Chapter 314: Wood Elves and Ley Lines

After briefly reviewing the subsequent urban planning, Sinuoli left Tumobao and hurried toward Gaoyuanbao; he had just received news that the Wood Elves to the west of the Nan Shijie Bianyuan Shanmai had sent an envoy.

Before this, Sinuoli had always restrained his subordinates from entering the forests at the western foothills, and the other side had not come out to spy either; both sides treated the other as if they did not exist, which could be considered living in peace for several years.

But after the Bretonnians arrived and developed the land, it was inevitable that they would expand outward; they had many connections with the Wood Elves in Aisuoluolun Senlin back home, and upon seeing fellow countrymen in the Southlands, they re-established contact through back-and-forth interactions.

As the scale of trade continued to expand, Sinuoli's subordinates finally could not sit by and watch all this happen; they took some measures to intervene, but the final decision still had to wait for him to return to make.

"Pointy-ears, what brings you before the King of the Southlands? I will give you a chance to speak for now!"

The Wood Elf envoy was a Waywatcher who had arrived riding a Great Eagle, but their strength could no longer catch Sinuoli's eye. The Dwarf King recalled the flying army that had descended from the sky at Haojiaobao back then; the current situation was the reverse of that time.

"Hmm, huff!"

Hearing Sinuoli's blunt words, it went without saying that the Waywatcher's face under the mask did not look very good; her chest heaved up and down, and she took a long, deep breath before she could calm down.

"We hope to be able to trade with your lordship's territory." Her Common tongue seemed to have not been used for a long time, and her tone was stiff when she spoke.

"Put those aside for now; tell me which faction you belong to? Why did you leave Aisuoluolun Senlin to come to the Southlands?" Sinuoli asked the question he was most curious about.

"Our bows are drawn for the Lord of the Wild Hunt, and our arrows are loosed for the King of the Forest." The Waywatcher spoke in a roundabout way.

"The Bretonnians say these pointy-ears call themselves the Orion Arrow Group." Balin explained in Sinuoli's ear.

"Orion Arrow Group?" Sinuoli thought of that shirtless, deer-headed hunk; there were only a limited number of Demigods active in this world, and although Orion's strength was greatly affected by the changing of the seasons, there was no doubt that no one wanted to mess with the deer-headed man in midsummer.

"Then you came here on his orders, I presume?" The Dwarf King curled his lip; Orion should not be able to stray too far from Aisuoluolun, but he still did not intend to test the power of that Kurnous's Spear—this thing had left a notch in Aenarion's Dragon Armor during the End Times, so it was not something to be trifled with.

"Indeed." The Wood Elf answered crisply.

"Don't tell me you came over to engage in environmental protection."

"There is nothing to disclose regarding that, but the Esilai can promise that as long as you do not enter our forest, we will never step out a single inch."

The strength of this Wood Elf Expeditionary Force was not particularly strong; after hearing the Bretonnians describe the Dwarfs' battle records and military appearance, these pointy-ears abandoned the idea of direct confrontation.

"Then why not build a few trading posts on the hillside? I think this is good for both you and me." Sinuoli still needed quite a lot of natural resources like timber, but fortunately, the Lizardmen could also provide them for him.

"Do you have anything else?" The conversation was over, but the Waywatcher did not seem to be in a hurry to leave; Sinuoli felt a bit strange, as Wood Elves should not have this kind of temperament.

"This, do you know Arkhan the Black?"

"Of course, what about him?" Sinuoli rubbed his forehead; the long journey had left him feeling exhausted.

"Uh, perhaps, we could have a chance to fight that Lich King together? He and his Undead legions are the 【enemy】 of all the living..."

The Waywatcher asked tentatively; perhaps this was her true intention. The Black Pyramid of Arkhan was in the south of Nehekhara; compared to going north to Settra, going west to the sea, or going east into the mountains to fight the Dwarfs, the Grand Vizier of the Lord of Undeath must have felt that this Wood Elf Expeditionary Force, isolated overseas, was easier to deal with.

"Heh, we'll talk about that later!"

The Dwarf King waved his hand impatiently; for one, he did not want to seek out the trouble of that King of the Undead, and for another, the Nine Scrolls of Nagash had entered Settra's pyramid—if Arkhan still refused to give up, he would have to fight the Immortal Emperor for supremacy first.

Now he and his territory still had many things to do; compared to connecting to Tiefengbao in the north, dealing with Arkhan was high-difficulty and low-reward. However, after thinking about it, Sinuoli decided to act as a go-between for the Wood Elves and Settra; having the two of them sandwich Arkhan would also leave the Lich King with no time to look elsewhere.

After finishing the diplomatic affairs, Sinuoli dealt with some internal affairs; the Council of Elders was operating quite well, and the immigrants could be said to be living and working in peace and contentment. Now the Southlands were in a period of rapid development, and the huge dividends had suppressed potential conflicts.

"I am going into seclusion to study; you all discuss and decide on general matters. Unless it is extremely important, do not disturb me!"

After dropping this statement, Sinuoli dived into his workshop. He had not yet had time to carefully study the data provided by the Slann Mage-Priest; compared to honing his technical and tactical level through constant training and actual combat, he preferred a different way to improve his strength.

The profound and abstruse knowledge of ley lines exceeded the transmigrator's imagination; this stuff was not meant for Dwarfs to use at all when it was developed. Even with the help of the system and theories from his past life, three years had already passed by the time Sinuoli reached a preliminary understanding.

"Huff! The Old Ones above! Thank goodness I persisted."

Sinuoli stood up from his Meditation; the back of his undergarment was already soaked with sweat. In these three years, he had searched inch by inch and finally found a ley line node closest to Gaoyuanbao.

Just now, he had once again tried to approach the underground ley line, but the impact brought by the massive energy originating from the world itself had almost caused his soul to be lost forever.

According to Sinuoli's research, the utilization of ley lines must be divided into three steps: first is to find, or rather, to sense it; second is to use technology to draw it out and limit the energy output to a safe and controllable range.

Having completed the first two steps, the final one was to control that majestic power and make it follow his will. Falling into practice, the matter Outelakesi entrusted to Sinuoli fell squarely on the second step—repairing the architectural sequence that drew out the power of the ley lines.

And it had taken Sinuoli three years to achieve the first step; his next task was to repair the ley line architecture of the Bone Temple while trying to replicate one of his own at the node in Gaoyuanbao.

"It took less time than I imagined, but unfortunately the process was too immersive; in these three years, I only knew the outlines of what happened through sporadic moments of relaxation."

Sinuoli muttered to himself while pushing open the door to the secret chamber; his current location was no longer the original workshop but deep within the mine.