Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 173 A Grand Reward to the Princess Who Jumped Off the Building

The elves showed an almost fanatical obsession with this composite bow, taking turns vying to try it out, forcing Chen Mo to mobilize all the composite bow reserves in his territory.

Yes, this set of compound bows consists of nine bows in nine different colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, silver, and black. It was originally one of the gifts that Dongxia had ordered for the Elven race after gathering intelligence from various parts of the continent.

The analysis team back home is still very reliable.

The combination of weapons and people is sometimes not about how powerful they are, but about how well they are suited.

In the hands of the elves, these were not bows at all, but rather mobile magical turrets.

Their unrestrained performance broadened Chen Mo's horizons.

Have you ever seen a bowstring twang, releasing seven afterimages and three real arrows?
Have you ever seen an arrow shoot three kilometers and then accelerate twice in the second half? Chen Mo suspected that the opponent was holding back.

Have you ever seen an arrow pierce through a sand dune, blasting out dozens of square meters of scorched earth?
There are also various types that follow curves, zigzags, and bends, that precisely break through the top from above, and those that drill out directly from underground... well, have you ever seen any of them?
One arrow ignites a sea of ​​fire, another conjures a wall of frost, and yet another summons wildly growing thorny bushes...

It's a bizarre attack that can even instantly corrode an iron suit of armor, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

This is the magical shooting Chen Mo had imagined.

During this time, the elves had a blast, got excited, and were in a frenzy!

The guaranteed charging time allows them to easily execute many techniques that were previously only theoretical or lacked practical value due to excessive casting time.

With one arrow shot out, the psionic arrow attached to the physical arrow splits in the air into two, then into four, until it becomes hundreds or thousands, covering the entire attack area.

The arrow accelerated and changed speed continuously during its flight, and sonic boom clouds bloomed in concentric rings of milky white gas at the tail of the arrow.
Some arrowheads suddenly burst into bright light or made a piercing noise, directly disrupting the enemy's formation;
Some elves even attempted to imbue arrows with minute amounts of spatial expansion magic, allowing a light arrow to unleash the impact force of a heavy crossbow upon impact...

On the shooting range, it was as if a symphony of magic and archery was unfolding, and the elves redefined the concept of "bow and arrow" for Chen Mo in their own way.

They are clearly using arrows as cannonballs!
Chen Mo and the officers of Han Hai were dumbfounded. They finally understood why the elves had little interest in firearms.

In the hands of elves, a suitable bow is a magical turret that can be used at close and long range, against single targets and groups, with various special effects, and even capable of circling around obstacles!
The advantage of firearms lies in their low barrier to entry, high availability, and firepower density. However, given the current inability to provide unlimited logistical support, it's hard to say which is superior in terms of adaptability and attack potential when facing top-tier elf archers: the combination of "magical archery" and composite bows.

At the same time, this exchange also opened a new door for Hanhailing.

In the past, Han Hai Ling always had a problem: the level of contact was too low.

The city's mercenary guilds, the mage tower that resembles a private school, the chief guards of fiefdoms, the bodyguards of caravans, the vanguard of orcs...

The highest-level combat power Chen Mo had ever seen was actually the director of his own restoration factory.

Despite the fact that the Emerald Kingdom was beaten like wild dogs by Green Pine in several wars, Chen Mo vaguely remembered the massive magical siege at Ironback Pass.

If they mobilize their full strength, even a small country might not be able to withstand the current power of the Vast Ocean Territory.

In the real world, the gap between large and small countries may be even greater than the gap between a person and an ant.

Two scenes lingered in Chen Mo's mind: one was the Rainbow Bridge, which spanned the Crystal River without any piers and defied all the laws of physics.

Another example is the long irrigation canal that sped across the ground and laid out automatically when Farrell invoked the gods.

In the Starry Continent, a place where one can gather the power of heaven and earth and possess super-level and extraordinary professionals, there is still much for Chen Mo and Dong Xia behind him to slowly explore and understand.

Now, the elves' visit has somewhat made up for this shortcoming, and for the first time, the Vast Ocean Territory has had exchanges with such a powerful force that controls a region.

While watching the elves' dazzling and powerful attack performance, Chen Mo once had the idea of ​​technological blockade.

But he quickly and decisively put his absurd idea out of his mind.

If the elf comes and offers nothing but asks to exchange the weapon of the Vast Ocean for the [Eternal Song of Life], what would Chen Mo choose? Without a doubt, he would give her whatever she asked for.

We shouldn't underestimate the value of someone's sincerity just because they offered the best things first.

So when Elder Ysera looked over, the lord, facing the elf's expectant gaze, waved his hand and said, "Take it all! Take it all!"

"Good weapons need good owners. These weapons will only be hung up high and covered in dust if left with me."

"It is an honor for the weapons to be able to shine in the hands of true masters, and it is also an honor for me."

After a brief pause, Chen Mo looked at Elder Ysera and made a supplementary promise: "Later I will make another offer to the great Cyber ​​King to see if I can obtain the manufacturing method and technology for this weapon."

"If I am fortunate enough to obtain it, I will donate it to the Silvermoon Forest intact."

Upon hearing this, the elves immediately fell silent.

Giving away craftsmanship is not as simple as giving away a few bows.

If... if this weapon could be mass-produced, it would be no exaggeration to say that the overall strength of the elven archers would double.

Elder Ysera took a deep breath, her emerald eyes fixed on Chen Mo, as if trying to discern something from his face.

But in the end, what she saw was a real, sincere look in his eyes!

really!

The elders' assessment of this young lord was very accurate; he was a boy who placed extreme importance on repaying kindness, almost to the point of moral fastidiousness.

The elves carefully studied his past interactions with Liushuang, and because of the little help Liushuang had given him, he had compensated her almost a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

The elders also pointed out that those who are fervent in repaying kindness will certainly also take revenge in a grand manner.

He holds grudges in his heart and doesn't forget them easily, so don't provoke him lightly.

Elder Ysera slowly placed her right hand on her brow, performing a high-level elven greeting to Chen Mo:

"Lord Chen Mo, your generosity and foresight transcend the boundaries of race and interests. Silvermoon Forest will forever remember your kindness."

May the goddess of moonlight coexist with the vast ocean!

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As Chen Mo and the elves chatted happily, their genuine feelings almost overflowing the desert, Liu Shuang quietly followed behind the group.

She watched Chen Mo's enthusiastic discussion with the elves, watched him beam with pride as his skills collided, watched him chat happily with the elegant Elder Ysera... Her thoughts were like strings being plucked by an invisible hand, rising and falling endlessly between "happiness" and "unhappiness".

After arriving at Hanhai, the little girl was in a state of great emotional turmoil.

Although she lacked political talent, she wasn't truly foolish. The sight of the officials, both high and low, around her preparing various gifts and bringing elves along on the mission inexplicably reminded her of the times she had sent her sisters to their weddings.

Yes, preparing the dowry and inviting the bride's family to make a good impression—it's exactly the same thing.

Amidst her embarrassment and annoyance, there seemed to be a tiny bit of anticipation hidden within.

What will he say after we meet?

However, Chen Mo was still the same Chen Mo, just like on the road in the Xiyue Federation, with only cultivation, planning and development in his eyes!
It's the same now.

From the very first second they met, Chen Mo hurriedly greeted him, and before he could even react, he had already begun various complex exchanges with the elves.

They talked about military industry, magic, the situation on the continent, logistics... she couldn't get a word in edgewise on any of them.

However, there was nothing she could do. In the girl's heart, the elf was very kind to her, and Chen Mo was also very kind to her. Moreover, they were talking about serious matters, so how could she express her little emotions?

The little girl could only silently follow in the group. Liu Shuang wore a faint smile the whole time, and was so well-behaved that she didn't seem like a fourth-level Golden Scale Swordsman at all.

Occasionally, during a break in the conversation, he would manage to squeeze out a few words like, "Really?", "That's amazing!", or "Is that so?"

The elder patted his head in response, and Chen Mo nodded slightly.

This feeling of being ignored made her feel a little bitter inside.

Because I have so much free time, I have a lot of ideas.

One moment she was worried that Chen Mo would suffer losses in his interactions with the elves, the next she felt guilty for bringing the elves' petty schemes upon her, then she felt disappointed by her insignificance, and then she felt aggrieved by the terrible presence of Skyfrost City in this meeting...

Completely unaware that Chen Mo was utterly bewildered by her little mood.

As for why it's said that the elf has some ulterior motives, it's because Little Frost has completely sided with outsiders.

Many of the things the elves gave, such as the Moon Deer and the Heart of the Ancient Tree, actually had backdoors, just like the unicorns of the Misty Moon Divine Court.

If Chen Mo really did plant ancient trees all over his territory, and one day, he clashed with the elves again...

She wanted to remind Chen Mo, but the elves were all there, and besides, they were quite kind to her...

But if I don't remind you, I'm worried I'll forget later...

Chen Mo looked at me again. Did he finally notice me? I'm so happy!
Ugh, they're saying things I don't understand again. I'm so unhappy...

The little girl's emotions were like an electrocardiogram of atrioventricular block, fluctuating between light and heavy, fast and slow, jumping out in waves.

As the banquet drew to a close and the distinguished guests chatted amongst themselves, Chen Mo finally found an opportunity to approach the young princess.

This is the second-floor balcony of the lord's mansion. The streetlights in the distance are already on, and the light shines on the girl's slightly thinner face.

"What's wrong? Why is our Thunderfury so quiet today? Is it suffering from altitude sickness in the desert?"

Chen Mo smiled and handed over a cup of hot drink. Hmm, it was milk tea made by the halfling chef of the territory according to the instructions. Girls seem to like drinking this kind of sweet but not greasy drink.

Seeing that Liu Shuang was keeping her head down and not speaking, Chen Mo asked gently, "Did I fail to entertain you properly, or did you see something that made you uncomfortable?"

Liu Shuang took the cup, the warmth passing through it to her palm. She lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooping, and remained silent for a while before muttering softly, "No... you're fine, and Aunt Elf and the others are fine too."

"Why do you always seem so sullen?"

Liu Shuang picked at the carved patterns on the cup with her fingertips, twisting her body back and forth. After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You, you've cooperated with the elves. From now on, you won't need my [Eternal Song of Life] anymore."

"Then... you don't have to worry about me anymore."

Chen Mo was taken aback, then couldn't help but chuckle.

He finally understood what was causing those "unhappy-happy-unhappy" emotional fluctuations. The arrival of the elves made this young princess feel "useless."

The Vast Ocean Territory had been providing financial support to Frost City almost free of charge, which made Liu Shuang feel very insecure.

Now, because the elf has demonstrated great power and profound strength, this insecurity has fully surfaced. Or rather, the young princess actually has some suspicions in her heart. She is well aware that her support for the elf may be a form of exploitation.

When the Vast Ocean Territory and Silvermoon Forest connected, Frost Flow, as the former intermediary, seemed to have completely lost its value.

Chen Mo thought for a moment, but instead of offering direct comfort, he asked a question in return.

"If one day I run out of money and lose my status as a lord, just like that necromancer apprentice with a little skeleton back then, and I stand before you, will you still protect me?"

"Of course!" she answered without hesitation.

"That's it then. What does our friendship have to do with whether or not there are elves, or whether or not there is the [Eternal Song of Life]?"

"I'll help you, because you are Liu Shuang!"

The little girl's eyes curved back into crescent moons.

Seeing the girl's face regain its radiance, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, then chuckled and couldn't resist teasing her:
"Besides, you used to treat me like an affair partner. What if I offend you and you stop letting me have my way with you?"

"...!!!"

Liu Shuang's entire face flushed crimson instantly, even her neck turning a rosy hue. She glanced around frantically, then suddenly leaped over the railing.

"Hey! Wait a minute...!"

This is the second floor of the lord's mansion hall. The first floor is a double-height ceiling, the kind where two old oxen could stack up and not touch heads.

Chen Mo hurriedly rushed to the railing, craning his neck to look down, only to see the little girl land lightly with a move that could easily earn her a perfect score, without even making a sound.

Then, like a swallow, she leaped up and disappeared into the dimly lit road in a few bounds.

……All right.

You know what, with her skills, if she were caught cheating at home, it might not be a big deal.

Escape or fight our way out shouldn't be a problem.

The desert night wind carries the scents of afar, a blend of the chill of the steel industry and the fragrance of newly sprouted grass. Amidst the lights near and far, the sounds of children crying and clamor mingle with the peaceful glow of countless lights in the homes.

When this night passes, the sun will rise again tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)