My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Three magical artifacts.

The atmosphere in the meeting room changed abruptly after these words were spoken.

Aize's pupils suddenly contracted.

He subconsciously took a half step back, his lips parted slightly, but he didn't speak immediately.

Tie Xin, who had already retreated to the side, suddenly turned around, staring at Aize with shock in his eyes.

"What the hell? Ironcrack forged artifacts for you elves? Three of them? Ironcrack is one of us dwarves! He forged artifacts for a foreign race, why didn't he leave any for us?!"

Yin Xue scoffed: "You treated Tie Lie as a traitor and distanced yourselves from him back then, yet you still want his divine artifact. You're dreaming."

Tie Lie glared at Yin Xue upon hearing this, while Yin Xue stuck out his tongue at him.

Only then did Aize speak slowly, his voice lower and deeper than before.

"Your information is correct. Iron Crack did indeed leave three divine artifacts for the Elven race back then."

He raised his head, his emerald green eyes meeting Lin Mo's.

"What do you want to do?"

Lin Mo did not hide anything.

"Iron Crack forged this black sword of mine to defeat the gods back then. Those three divine weapons are of the same origin as him. If I refine them, the effect might be quite good."

He paused, a hint of coldness creeping into his voice.

"After all, it's always good to be better prepared when dealing with gods in the future."

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp filled the conference room.

To deal with the gods?

Lin Mo's ultimate goal is actually to deal with the gods?

That's something even the Demon Kings of all time have never accomplished!

Aize let out a long breath, her silver hair fluttering gently in the still room.

He closed his eyes, as if making a final decision.

A moment later, he opened his eyes again, and there was no more hesitation in his emerald green eyes.

"In that case, I'll be frank with you."

Aize's voice was calm and solemn.

"The original elven race was divided into three branches: the Sun Elves, the Moon Elves, and the Star Elves, who respectively controlled the three divine artifacts: the Sun Bow, the Moon Wheel, and the Star Stone."

Aize paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

"But the three artifacts can only be used if one has the bloodline of the respective spirit. No one but the Spirit King can draw the Sun Bow."

"With the destruction of the Moon Elves due to an internal strife, no one could unleash the full power of the Moon Wheel; it was merely a slightly sharper weapon."

"The Star Stones are the most mysterious. They are just stones in appearance. Only the Star Spirits know how to use them, but the Star Spirits left a thousand years ago in search of a new home, and no one knows where they are."

Tie Xin, listening from the side, was dumbfounded, opening his mouth wide: "Three divine artifacts, not a single one damaged? We dwarves have lost a single one of our own divine artifacts, but you elves have preserved them all without a single one missing!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, turning to glare at Yin Xue.

"It's all your fault!"

Yin Xue rolled his eyes: "Serves you right."

Aize ignored their bickering and looked at Lin Mo seriously, speaking in a solemn tone.

"These artifacts are sacred relics left to my clan by Tie Lie. I cannot allow you to refine them, but I can allow you to examine and study the three artifacts under my supervision."

Lin Mo nodded: "Deal."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Xue flew to Aize's side, crossed his arms, and said with a grin.

"Hey, you agreed so readily, you wouldn't happen to be thinking of using Lin Mo to help you figure out how to use that Star Stone, would you?"

Aize was slightly taken aback when his thoughts were exposed, but then nodded frankly.

"That's exactly what I mean. The Star Stone is the most powerful, but we don't know how to use it right now. If Lin Mo can do it, then it means he's destined for it."

"Scheming."

Yin Xue pouted and flew back to Lin Mo's shoulder.

Lin Mo didn't care about this.

His plan was to destroy and refine the three divine artifacts while he was observing them.

What usage method? Lin Mo didn't care at all.

At this moment, the goblin representative, who had been hiding in the corner trying to minimize his presence, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He peered cautiously at the dwarf king Ironheart, then at the elven king Azer, and finally at the lord's still-uncleaned corpse on the ground, his face filled with despair.

"It's all over, it ......"

He muttered to himself.

"The dwarves will provide twenty artisans, the elves will provide a barrel of Water of Life, a cultivation method based on the Laws of Nature, and three divine artifacts... Lin Mo's appetite is growing bigger and bigger. If he comes to us goblins, won't he devour our entire race?"

The orc representative next to him didn't look much better either.

Lin Mo's gaze had indeed swept over them.

These people held their breath, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads, as if waiting before the judge's bench to await their judgment.

A divine artifact? Even if you tied all those races together, you couldn't even scrap together half a piece.

Enlightenment regarding the power of laws? They'd never even heard of that.

Just as several people were about to kneel down due to the pressure, Lin Mo spoke up.

"I won't make things difficult for you."

The goblin representative was stunned for a moment, almost doubting that he had heard correctly.

Lin Mo continued calmly, "In your respective territories, hand over all rare herbs, regardless of variety, as long as they are precious, of sufficient age, and usable. The rarer and more precious, the better. I won't ask for more than 500 carts from each tribe."

Upon hearing this, all the representatives of the smaller races present were taken aback at first, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Herbs?

They originally thought Lin Mo would make exorbitant demands, asking them to provide troops, personnel, mines, and money, but they didn't expect that he would only ask for medicinal herbs in the end.

These races mostly occupy a mountain forest, valley or swamp. Although they may not have any divine weapons, they do have some rare and strange herbs in stock.

"this one?"

The goblin representative asked a question subconsciously, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. What if Lin Mo changed his mind?

Lin Mo glanced at him but didn't reply.

He wanted these herbs, not for his own use.

He didn't intend to send that bucket of life-giving water directly to his mother via the teleportation compass.

Firstly, there will be losses during the transmission process, and no one can say for sure how much of the Water of Life's energy will be left when it is transmitted across worlds.

Secondly, given my mother's constitution, whether she can withstand the medicinal power of the Water of Life is a huge unknown.

If the medicine is too strong and harms his mother, then everything he did before will have been meaningless.

The best solution is to let Liu Yishou refine it.

The Water of Life is the world's top-grade liquid energy carrier. With it as the base, Liu Yishou can easily formulate a milder medicine that is more suitable for the body of ordinary people to absorb.

But one drop of water is far from enough.

Excipients, primers, and neutralizing agents all need to be extracted from other rare medicinal materials.

The more complete and higher the quality of the medicinal materials, the more perfect the medicine that Liu Yishou can refine.

"Goblins? No problem! Our Dark Moss Swamp is teeming with poisonous miasma mushrooms and black bone vines, and they're of absolutely top quality!"

The goblin representative slapped his chest loudly.

"The orcish grasslands have bloodthorn and wolfsbane, which other races cannot obtain."

The orc representative also quickly expressed his opinion.

"The Stone Skin Clan's mines produce rock marrow fungus, which, while not the rarest, is incredibly old."

The Stone-Skinned Clan member added in a muffled voice.

Lin Mo nodded in agreement, while Yin Xue took notes in a small notebook, muttering to himself.

"Poisonous miasma mushrooms, black bone vines, bloodthorn flowers, rock marrow fungi... Hmm, I've put together a medicine storehouse for that old geezer Liu Yishou. That should keep him busy for a while."

Just then, a figure silently floated to Yin Xue's side.

He was a pale-faced, thin middle-aged man.

Dracula, the leader of the vampires.

He bent down slightly, leaned close to Yin Xue's ear, and whispered something.

"Ancestor, could you please make an exception? You know, where would we vampires get our herbs?"