System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 710 - 244: Ten Magic Ores (10,000) (5)

Presence of elves!

Zod’s expression turned serious, he said: "Yes, Master Lynn, the Forest of Oblivion in the Portlands Empire."

"I almost died under the arrows of a team of elves!"

While speaking, Zod halted his steps.

He slowly loosened the leather belt at his waist, then slowly untied the several robes on his body.

A freshly healed, hideous wound on Zod’s chest instantly caught Lynn’s eye.

The scar was bright red, clearly just barely healed recently.

Compared to the injuries on Zod’s body, Lynn was more curious about the ’elves’ he mentioned!

Lynn spoke up: "Are elves really present in the forests of the Portlands Empire?"

Zod nodded calmly, "Of course, Master Lynn."

"A few years ago, I spent a huge fortune and captured a young adult elf!"

"Then I sold it to a noble, earning the first significant wealth that changed my life!"

Lynn nodded slightly.

He had heard Grayson tell about this before.

As Zod finished dressing, he tightened his belt.

Lynn and Zod continued heading towards the tavern.

They stepped over the threshold of the tavern.

After Zod plopped down into a leather-cushioned wooden chair, he let out a relieved breath.

It seemed that standing and walking had consumed a lot of his energy.

Red brought over a bottle of gin, pouring two glasses for Lynn and Zod.

Zod unceremoniously grabbed one of the glasses, downing it in one go.

After the gurgle of swallowing, Zod put down the glass, speaking with a hint of apology: "Sorry, Master Lynn, I was really thirsty."

Lynn responded indifferently: "No need to be polite, Mr. Zod."

Lynn glanced at Red, who intuitively poured Zod another glass.

Zod grabbed the glass again, drinking it all in one go.

After two glasses, a comfortable warmth spread throughout Zod’s body.

Upon his somewhat pallid face, a flush of red began to appear.

Zod couldn’t help but praise: "Master Lynn, this drink is truly wonderful!"

Lynn raised his glass toward Zod, "If Mr. Zod likes it, I can offer you some to take along."

Zod also picked up his glass, clinking it softly with Lynn’s.

"That would be extremely generous of you, Master Lynn."

This time, Zod didn’t gulp it down but sipped gently.

After setting down the glass, Zod continued: "Master Lynn, you know I’m a slave trader."

"Unlike ordinary slave traders, I prefer capturing and selling peculiar races."

"Their prices far exceed those of ordinary slaves."

"A young and beautiful elf’s price is at least equivalent to over a thousand slaves!"

"It is highly sought after by the noble lords!"

Lynn acknowledged with a slight nod.

Indeed, he was one of the lord nobility Zod referred to.

However.

He was different from others.

Others sought to fulfill physical or spiritual desires.

He needed the abilities of succubi and dwarves.

Zod continued: "Not long ago, I was commissioned handsomely by a great lord to capture a young elf for him."

"Thus, I went back to the Portlands Empire."

Lynn’s brow instantly raised.

However, he didn’t speak, quietly listening to Zod’s account.

At this point, Zod’s tone became slightly more excited.

"Master Lynn, this time I not only found the Forest of Oblivion."

"But also deep in the forest, a tribe of elves residing on towering giant trees!"

"Moreover, I found a magic ore vein being guarded and mined by the elf tribe!"

Lynn’s eyes widened with some surprise: "Magic ore vein?"

Zod didn’t hold back, explaining: "Yes, a magic ore vein, it is an incredibly peculiar and mysterious ore!"

"Different from ordinary gold, silver, copper, or iron mines."

"It’s a magic ore!"

"Can be used for charging magic arrays, crafting weapons and empowering equipment, even producing some magical items!"

"Compared to elves, succubi, and dwarves, magic ore veins are the most precious existence!"

"If it could be occupied and mined..."

"The money that could be made... I can’t even begin to estimate!"

"It would be an astronomical figure!"

Zod Brown’s eyes were filled with a shimmering hue.

As if he had already occupied the magic ore vein and was mining it.

But soon.

Zod snapped back to reality.

His expression turned somber, his words laced with a hint of regret.

"At that time, blinded by greed, I made a wrong decision."

"With my few guards, I infiltrated the elf tribe, attempting to investigate the magic ore vein."

"Unfortunately, the infiltration plan failed."

"I underestimated the strength of the elf tribe!"

"They not only have elf hunters and elf warriors but also druids!"

"As soon as we entered, we were discovered!"

"Amidst the encircling hunt of numerous elves, I got shot and fell into a waterfall, narrowly surviving."

"Master Lynn, that arrow was only three centimeters from my heart!"

"Had it been slightly more accurate, I’d be a corpse now."

"And unable to come to your territory, to have this conversation with you now."