Lord blessed by the elves

Chapter 72 Bone Spear
Kruse was internally raging, but outwardly he slammed his hand on the table, controlling the force perfectly to appear excited without being impolite, his voice rising slightly with "deliberate" excitement:
“Uncle Darnes! Your words really…really resonate with me! They’ve made my blood boil!” He tried to make his eyes sparkle, filled with anticipation for the future and fervor for his “cause.” “But this matter is too great. I must go back immediately and report to my father in detail! I believe that with his foresight and courage, he will fully support your great cause!”

Darnes, watching Kruze's "hot-blooded and impetuous" appearance, sneered inwardly with smug satisfaction. He was indeed too young; a few empty slogans were enough to stir things up. On his face, however, he wore an expression of obvious satisfaction and understanding, nodding approvingly.

“Good, Robert, you are a sensible and energetic young man! Such an important matter certainly requires an elder like your father to make a joint decision.” He casually changed the subject and began a crucial probing: “I wonder… how many people have gathered in your tribe now? Having obtained such good news, we should be more honest with each other so that we can better… fight side by side in the future.”

Faced with this probing attack that went straight to the core, Kruse showed no hesitation whatsoever. Instead, a hint of pride, tinged with arrogance, appeared on his face, as if he were eager to demonstrate his strength and gain recognition.
"To be honest, Uncle Dans, our operation was a great success! Now, there are over two hundred brothers in the tribe who can wield weapons!" he said excitedly, then dropped another bombshell, "Moreover, the grain we seized is enough to last us a long time! Father has received ample supplies and has gone into seclusion, preparing to break through to the Silver Knight realm! Once he emerges, our strength will be even greater!"

These words were half true and half false. They demonstrated a certain level of strength and put forward a future expectation, which was enough to attract the other party's attention without arousing suspicion due to the exaggerated numbers. At the same time, they also cleverly explained why the "father" could not come in person.

The strength that Kruze "displayed"—an armed force of over two hundred men, a successful raid, and a Silver Knight leader on the verge of a breakthrough—made Darnes even more satisfied.

The "Little Robert" in front of us and the tribe behind him are clearly a fresh bloodline worth winning over.

"Excellent! Excellent! Truly, heroes emerge from among the young!" Darns exclaimed in high spirits, laughing heartily. "Come! Let's drink this cup to our great future!"

He picked up the rough wooden cup on the table, which contained murky homemade liquor.

Kruse had no choice but to raise his glass and drink a few cups with the leaders in a perfunctory manner.

When Kruse and his group got up to take their leave, Darnes waved his hand generously, saying, "Little Robert, it's a pleasure to meet you. Consider these gifts from your uncle, and let you see our culinary skills!"

He gestured to his men to bring over six spears. The shafts of these spears were made of tough ash wood, but what was most striking were their spearheads, which gleamed with a ghastly white luster.

It wasn't made of steel, but rather meticulously forged from the leg bone of some large magical beast. Its blade was sharp, and the texture of the bone exuded a savage sense of power.

Kruze took one, his fingers brushing against the bone tip of the gun, and a chill ran through him.

Its hardness and polishing process are comparable to ordinary iron spearheads, enough to easily pierce leather armor.

What sent a chill down his spine was that these six bone spears were almost identical. Their length, thickness, spearhead shape, and binding methods were all remarkably similar. This was no longer a matter of handcrafting; this was standard equipment!
The other side not only possesses the technology to manufacture weapons using materials from monsters, but has even begun small-scale standardized production!
This is definitely not something a temporary group of refugees could accomplish; it must have been backed by a more sophisticated organization, a more stable source of materials, and a more professional system of artisans.

This is definitely not good news. It means that hidden in these mountains and forests is a war machine that is quietly taking shape and constantly improving itself.

Kruse maintained a grateful smile and sincerely thanked Darnes, but the vigilance and chill in his heart had reached their peak.

We must find out the truth behind all of this as soon as possible!

After leaving the Wild Dog Market for a while, Kruse did not choose to return directly to Liontooth Territory, but instead gave Wilstone a wink.

The experienced guardian knight immediately understood and led the team to deliberately circle around on the intricate forest paths, sometimes suddenly accelerating, sometimes diving into elusive streams, and sometimes repeatedly turning back and forth in the dense forest.

They were like a group of startled rabbits, darting around erratically, with only one goal: to shake off the "tail" that had been quietly following them since they left the market.

Clearly, Darnes and his group did not fully trust Kruze's story and sent out a skilled tracker to find out their background and verify the true situation of the "Little Robert" tribe without anyone noticing.

After circling aimlessly for nearly an hour, Wilstone, with his Silver Knight's extraordinary senses, finally confirmed that the spying from behind had disappeared. He spurred his horse closer to Kruze and whispered, "Master, we've shaken them off."

Wilstone's expression remained grave, growing even more so. After a moment's hesitation, he couldn't help but speak, his voice unusually serious: "Young Master, what we've seen at the market is of great importance, far exceeding the scope of a simple riot. This... this is clearly the spark of rebellion! Shouldn't we immediately report this to Earl Campnor and request the Prefect to send troops to quell it?"

Upon hearing this, Kruse glanced at him irritably, his tone laced with sarcasm: "You go and say it? Or should I? What do we have to say it with? Just our few mouths and a few bone guns?"

He paused, lowering his voice even further, yet it pierced Wilstone's heart like a cold dagger: "A massive organization capable of assembling thousands of people, having several Silver Knights in command, and even producing standard equipment on a small scale."

Do you think there might be one or more 'respectable' nobles secretly pulling the strings, providing support and protection? If we rashly report this, the news will likely reach the ears of the mastermind immediately. At that point, before we even manage to wipe out the rebels, our Lion Fang Territory might be razed to the ground by these 'unknown bandits'!"

(End of this chapter)