After haggling, Yang Ling exchanged two thousand sets of weapons and armor for eight black saplings and ten black melons.

  In addition, with his promise, the Fox tribe elder prepared to move some of the tribesmen to settle in Visen Town, mainly some elderly and children. After all, in the Ladakh Mountains, neither safety nor life was guaranteed.

  But Weisen Town is different, with vast tracts of uncultivated good land in the suburbs. As long as you are not afraid of hard work, there will be absolutely no worries about having enough food to get through the winter. With a large group of fierce warriors stationed here, it's believed that no one would dare to offend or rob, making it much safer than in the Ladakh Mountains.

  "Lord, the Black Pulp Tree saplings are growing slowly. If you can find a large amount of sulfur, maybe after a few years, we can harvest some Black Pulp Melons!" After securing a large number of weapons and armor for the tribe and a good path forward for his people, the Fox Tribe elder's emotions were stirred up, loudly reminding Yang Ling.

  "You said there was a sulfur mine nearby, why go looking everywhere?"

  Yang Ling was slightly puzzled. Since there was a large sulfur mine nearby, why didn't the half-beast people excavate it on a large scale and cultivate the slow-growing black pulp trees with great effort?

  Isn't there some trick hidden in the cultivation of tree saplings by the half-beast?

  Look at the eight tree saplings worth a city, and look at the excited Fox tribe elder and Dog Head tribe elder. Yang Ling felt that it didn't seem right. For the sake of the tribe's future and prosperity, the half-beastmen wouldn't dare to play any tricks on themselves.

  Seeing Yang Ling's confusion, the old fox tribe elder sighed and slowly began to speak.

  It turned out that the half-beast tribe had moved from near Arashan Pass many years ago and soon after arriving, they sent scouts to survey the surrounding terrain. They discovered the perpetually gloomy Tardon Canyon, which not only contained large sulfur deposits but also a number of rare crystals. Unfortunately, monsters roamed freely inside, and the scouts didn't have the ability to venture deep.

  "In the past few years, our tribe once made a massive expedition to the Teuton Valley. We were preparing to thoroughly eliminate the monsters and magical beasts inside. Unexpectedly, over 300 people went, but in the end, only a handful of people survived, including several great swordsmen and mages who unfortunately fell. The strength of our tribe has plummeted since then!"

  The old fox tribe leader spoke as he unbuttoned his shirt, and Yang Ling calmed down to take a look. On his chest was a shocking scar that seemed to have been inflicted by a sharp blade, yet also resembled the wound left by the sharp claws of some wild beast.

  Even several great swordsmen and great mages unfortunately met with disaster?

  Originally, Yang Ling didn't take the demonic beasts in the Tardon Mountain Range to heart, but after understanding the half-beastman's experience, he couldn't help but become serious. A single great swordmaster or great magician might not be that frightening, but with the assistance of over three hundred warriors, several great swordmasters and great magicians could absolutely exert extremely great combat power.

  "My lord, you absolutely must not enter the Tartarus Valley rashly. The valley is filled with countless corpses of warriors and mages who have died there over thousands of years!" The elder of the Fox tribe's face turned grave, and after a pause, he continued: "The Tartarus Valley is a place of death spanning hundreds or even thousands of miles. As far as I know, just near the entrance of the valley lie the remains of several Sword Saints and Magic Guides. You absolutely must not act rashly."

  Are there still some Sword Saints and Demon Seeks corpses?

  Yang Ling swallowed hard. Compared to the Sword Saint, the Great Swordsman's strength was not even a bit different. If several Sword Saints and Magic Guides were unfortunately trapped inside, then the demonic beast in that Dunton Valley was really too terrifying.

  Could it be that there are eighth-grade, or even ninth-grade magical beasts inside the mountain valley?

  Thinking back to the terrifying nine-headed snake monster, Yang Ling's face became increasingly solemn. If it was an eighth-tier demon beast, there might still be a chance for a fight; but if there was a ninth-tier demon beast inside, then they could only run as far as they could, and rashly entering the valley would be like moths flying into fire, going to their deaths.

  "Judging from various circumstances, in addition to the large group of intermediate magical creatures in the Tardon Valley, there is at least one high-level magical creature above the eighth rank! Holding the staff in his hand, the Fox tribe elder's expression turned solemn as he recalled the disastrous battle many years ago. "Unless it's a Sacred-rank expert, no one can move freely within the valley; if there was a Sacred-rank expert, we half-beasts wouldn't be like this today, without any status or dignity!"

  Mentioning the Saint-level expert, all the half-beasts around looked disheartened, and some even secretly shed tears. For thousands of years, among the numerous large races, whether human or beast, they have all produced Saint-level warriors or mages, only the half-beasts have no achievements to speak of.

  For thousands of years, in order to change the plight of their tribe, countless half-beasts have gone crazy cultivating. However, whether it's the clever Fox People or the incredibly strong Minotaur, they can at most only cultivate to the realm of Sword Saint or Magic Seeker. In the face of the overwhelmingly powerful humans and beastmen, they are fundamentally unable to change anything.

  For thousands of years, the Holy Stairs have become an unattainable dream for them!

  In order to break through the threshold one day, countless half-beasts endured humiliation and hardship, stubbornly surviving. Unfortunately, after several thousand years, not a single half-beast was able to break through that high threshold.

  "Thousands of years ago, the powerful beastmen ruled over most of the continent's territory, and humans could only survive in the wilderness. However, since the sudden emergence of a powerful human temple, and the birth of several saint-level experts, everything has changed!"

  The old fox tribe elder spoke in a low and slow tone, telling the legend recorded in the classics.

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  Thousands of years ago, the mainland suddenly appeared the Holy See of Light, a batch of fanatical followers and powerful preachers emerged. No one knows the background and origin of the Holy See, nor does anyone know what secrets are hidden behind it.

  The Vatican emerged and sent out the Saint's High Hand to start a massacre, assisting humans in breaking through the Beastmen Empire's defenses, and engaging in an unprecedentedly large-scale fierce battle with the powerful Beastmen.

  Although the beastmen were powerful, they could not withstand the human's annual fierce attack. Slowly, most of the mainland began to fall, and finally, even the desolate Kaba Highlands were forced by the human coalition army.

  In the war, the destructive power of the Saint-level experts was extremely terrifying. Whether it was a Saint-level warrior or a Saint-level magician, they could all instantly kill tens of thousands of enemy troops. In the later stages of the war, the Beastman Empire had just enough people who had advanced to the Saint level to reach a ceasefire agreement with the greedy humans.

  "Oh, how many Saint-level experts are still alive on the continent now?" Yang Ling didn't care much about the vague legend, he just wanted to know how many Saint-level experts were still living in the world.

  Taking a deep breath, the elder of the Fox tribe said: "Legend has it that there are at least three Saints in the world now. Saint Lucia, the Saint-level magician of the Pant Empire, Nestor, the Saint-level swordsman of the Ross Empire, and the Beast King of the Beastman Empire. Legend has it that the Pope of the Church has also reached the level of a Saint, and is even more terrifying than an ordinary Saint!"

  St. Lucia, Nestor, Beast King, Pope... Yang Ling remained silent, quietly memorizing the names and identities of these individuals.

  Perhaps after cultivating to the realm of Soul Sorcerer or Sorceress God, I can also possess the power of a Saint!

  Yang Ling believed that the sorcery he cultivated was absolutely not inferior to any Dou Qi or magic in this world, and it might even be stronger and more profound. As long as he persisted, the Sacred Realm might not be too far away.

  Although he understood the crisis in the Tardon Valley, he was not discouraged. After bidding farewell to the Fox tribe elder, he led his army to rush to the Tardon Valley more than ten miles away.

  The power of the black melon was too enticing, so in order to speed up the growth of the black melon saplings and form an unbeatable strategic bomber fleet as soon as possible, he decided to take a gamble.

  Although it was high noon, the Tardon Valley still had a deep and biting chill in the air. A thick layer of dark clouds hung over the valley, mysterious and unpredictable. From afar, it seemed like a giant mushroom cloud, but upon closer inspection, it looked like a ferocious wild beast.

  The closer they got to the Tordron Valley, the fewer beasts appeared, and the temperature dropped lower. Even dressed in thick cotton clothes, the elven archers shivered from time to time, and even the strong and powerful barbarians were no exception.

  "Master, it's very dangerous ahead, be careful!"

  With his innate intuition, the two-headed ogre Blasga sensed an unknown danger and walked over in big strides while speaking, holding a huge wolf-toothed club behind Yang Ling. Since Yang Ling arranged for people to send all the old, weak, sick and disabled ogres back to Weisen Town, he has been even more loyal, and even if his soul is not in Yang Ling's hands, he is willing to follow and serve him wholeheartedly.

  "Agu Su, send out five more scouts and make sure to get a clear understanding of the outer situation of Taidong Mountain Valley within two hours!"

  Yang Ling said as he summoned the entire demon army, but for some reason, he had a very bad feeling. The hornet beast flew out two miles before it felt very strenuous, and the images transmitted back became increasingly blurred, as if something was shielding his externally released spiritual power.

  As he approached the valley of Tordon, he felt more and more uneasy. The effective distance for contacting Angle Beasts had drastically decreased from two miles to just over 800 meters; moreover, there was a feeling of being spied upon, as if some monster was coldly observing his every move. That feeling was like being stared at by a vicious poisonous snake, which he couldn't shake off no matter what.

  Can't it be abandoned halfway?

  Smelling the increasingly strong smell of sulfur in the air, looking at the trembling earth spirit and the tense spirit archer, and then looking at the instinctively sensing danger, restless and anxious demon army, Yang Ling couldn't help but hesitate.

  Sulfur is important, but if it comes at a great cost, then it's not worth it!

  Without the army of orcs, without the powerful military force, he did not dare to imagine what kind of situation Visen Town would deteriorate into. Not to mention the unyielding Bantu people, even the Ross people might be restless, and even the mercenaries and adventurers in Visen Town would have other ideas.

  There is no eternal friend in the world, only eternal interests!

  Today, the Rus and themselves join hands to deal with the Bantu people. Perhaps tomorrow they will stab each other in the back; today, Haier Bell stands firmly in support, but if she suffers heavy losses and loses control of Weissen Town, perhaps she will turn her back on them. Even the Elf Archer and the Barbarian will leave without hesitation, exhausted.

  Only the tamed magical beasts are one's true reliance! Yang Ling understood that before reaching a higher level of cultivation, the magical beast army was his greatest support, and he absolutely could not afford to suffer heavy losses.