However, what was even more surprising was that the troll was wiping a greatsword made of iron in its hand.
The greatsword had crooked patterns on it and shimmered with an unnatural dark light.
"Chief, we've discovered an iron mine to the southeast, it's this big!" (Troll language)
A small, thin young troll arrived and reported the discovery to him, gesturing with his hands to indicate the size of the iron ore.
Unfortunately, the giant troll ignored its flailing arms and legs, and simply wiped its sword a little harder.
"Also, Chief, the High Priest wants to see you, saying there's something..."
Before the young troll could finish speaking, the great troll had already gotten up and walked towards the cave entrance at the foot of the mountain.
This cave entrance is very similar to the ancient ruins that Linde and his group explored before; both are square and rectangular, except that it is much larger than the one Linde had.
It was so big that even a 5-meter-tall troll felt it was a bit spacious.
Upon reaching the innermost part of the ruins, one enters a vast hall filled with various transparent culture jars.
The manufacturing process of these culture jars is similar to that of the liquid magic jars that Linde had previously obtained; not only are the materials similar, but the styles are also almost identical.
Unfortunately, due to years of neglect, most of the culture tanks are either empty or completely broken and useless.
Only a few culture tanks still contained something, but the liquid inside was not very transparent, and it was impossible to see what was inside.
A sturdy wooden frame was erected next to one of the culture tanks, and a ladder was installed for people to climb.
The culture vessel contained a peculiar green liquid and an oversized spoon; it could easily be mistaken for a witch's potion. Its only distinctive feature was that it was contained in a huge culture vessel.
At this moment, a short figure was standing above, vigorously stirring the soup pot.
"Hahn, you're here. Come and help me stir it."
The small figure saw the giant troll come in from outside and quickly beckoned him to come and help.
"High Priest Malakhe has arrived."
The enormous troll simply stood on tiptoe to reach the spoon and then leaned over the culture tank to help stir it.
Under the power of the great troll, the colors inside the jar became clearer and clearer, gradually changing from a thick green to transparent.
Then it emitted a blue light and turned into a whole jar of blue liquid.
"Okay, okay, lift me down."
The troll Hahn dropped his spoon, gently picked up the small figure, and placed her steadily on the ground.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that a savage troll that is 5 meters tall would be described as cautious?
"High Priest Malak, will it work this time?"
Hahn was puzzled. Unlike the High Priest, he was not wise enough to understand whether this blue-glowing "water" was what the High Priest wanted.
"It should work... I think, let's give it a try."
The priest opened the valve at the bottom of the jar, and the azure liquid was transported to a nearby location through a peculiar fleshy tube.
A huge tumor lying inside a shattered tank.
This enormous tumor was located in the very center of the main hall, and it was the contents of the largest jar.
The giant sarcoma has a huge bubble-like cavity, which functions very similarly to the adjacent jar.
As the blue liquid was injected, the tumor trembled slightly, as if stimulated by something, or as if it were very comfortable, and then it went limp.
It allows people to see what is being nurtured within.
“It’s done, Hahn! I can hear the Father’s words; He has blessed us!”
The priest named Malak was very excited, his thin figure trembling violently.
A blood-red halo appeared at the high priest's feet, rapidly healing the signs of aging on her body.
Her flesh and blood continued to fill out, her veins continued to pulsate, the wrinkles accumulated over the years were smoothed out, and her stout figure continued to straighten, transforming her into a female troll in the prime of her life.
But... that's not enough.
Not long after it entered this state, the blue liquid was completely consumed, and the tumor in the center of the arena visibly withered.
Malakai's body continued to shrink, becoming almost the same as before, except that his complexion became much rosier.
"High Priest Malak, are you alright?"
Hahn looked at the priestess in front of him, fearing that something might happen to her.
"It's okay, I'm much better now."
Malakai looked at the dried-out jar and said:
"Go and get some more of the materials from last time. The Holy Father will wake up soon."
"Also, catch two more goblins, I'm hungry."
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After a night in the forest without incident, the group packed up their weapons and equipment and decided to explore the area again to see if they could find the barbarian's lair.
Linde had already used his mental power to probe this iron mine. It was quite large, and as an open-pit iron mine, it was very suitable for mining, with very low mining difficulty.
"If we have time when we go back, we can open up a road to make it easier to pass through."
Unlike the Blackstone Mine, which is close to a river and can be accessed by water, the iron ore here can only be transported by land, making its carrying capacity slightly inferior.
It doesn't matter, though. We can build villages and towns here by utilizing the local forest resources and iron ore.
At worst, we can just smelt iron on-site here, which would greatly reduce transportation costs.
"Sir, the soldiers are ready and can continue their journey."
Astaire came over and reported the situation to Lind.
"Alright, let's go. Today, we'll spread out a bit, three people per group, looking out for each other. We'll search the entire forest, and if we find any trace of barbarians, we'll use the signal arrows we have."
Did you hear me clearly?
“I heard you right, Lord Lind.”
Yesterday's two victories greatly boosted the morale of the entire team, and the soldiers all wore excited expressions.
"Set off!"
The team dispersed and carefully searched the forest.
Linde activated the aura, probing the surroundings.
Along the way, they detected quite a few powerful, active lights, but these things wisely retreated after seeing Linde's massive group of hundreds of people.
Linde guessed that they were some solitary magical beasts that lived in the forest.
After all, in the eyes of these monsters, Linde, the number 80 bronze warrior, was no different from those bronze-level trolls wielding big clubs.
Can you imagine 80 or so trolls running around in the forest looking for something?
Warcraft said, "I want to eat, but I don't want to die."
Soon, Linde and his group discovered some strange ruins.
These ruins were few in number, but quite conspicuous, and Lind recognized them at a glance.
It's exactly the same style as the ruins I explored with Alice and the others before!
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