526: Chapter 443 Armed Golia Tribe_3 526: Chapter 443 Armed Golia Tribe_3 There was one major flaw, however, typically lying in their unreplicability—because many of their things were forged over time.

Take the Tower of Dominion as an example.

It didn’t have ninety-nine floors the moment the Heaven Craft was completed.

It only had one floor and was as small as a hut.

Then, it grew a floor every hundred years, taking a total of nine thousand nine hundred years up to now.

And that wasn’t its limit; it was still growing.

Such lengthy growth meant that even Elves, who lived for numerous generations, couldn’t experience it fully, let alone those short-lived intelligent beings with a lifespan of merely a century.

The vastness of the inheritance Gaven had received was beyond imagination.

What caught the eyes of the Golia Tribe were five large carriages filled with weapons, all sharing a common feature—being a size bigger than the weapons normally used by ordinary people.

The craftsmanship wasn’t exquisite, but they were solid and made with sincerely chosen top-quality fine iron.

It was not unusual for many to arm the large, monstrous tribes to fight for themselves, and the Santarin Association was among the best at it.

Now, all the benefits went to Gaven.

Gaven said with a smile, “All five carriages of equipment are yours.

Distribute them freely according to what you’re good at!”

“City Lord, when did you bring in so much equipment?

How did we not know?” Kellysha’s face filled with confusion.

They had only sent some of their people back to relocate the tribe, and some were in Mesnoel, inside the Tower of Dominion.

They hadn’t seen Gaven sending people to move things to or from the tower.

“Teleportation Spell,” Gaven replied.

“I see,” Kellysha said, suddenly realizing, then she turned to Eglaras, clearly leaving the decision up to him.

The chieftain of the Mountain Tribe hesitated, “We have already taken such a big advantage from you, City Lord.

How can we accept such a valuable gift?

We truly have nothing to give in return to you.”

Despite limited trade with the outside world, he didn’t know the value of these five carriages of equipment outside, but he was sure they were not cheap.

In particular, in the Marching Mountains, where there were no large Dwarf cities, they lacked the opportunity to trade for such a large quantity of ironware.

For the Mountain Tribe, this was undoubtedly a treasure beyond price.

“Please, don’t say that.

I will need the power of your tribe for quite a long time to come,” Gaven stated, having his own reasons for arming the Golia Tribe.

After some thought, Kellysha asked, “City Lord, are you planning to strike back against those Dwarves Elves?”

Filled with indignation, Gaven responded, “Yes, those Dwarves Elves have gone too far.

They’ve been brazenly active in Mir Forest, and now they’re even bullying their way to our doorstep.

If this continues, Mesnoel will truly become an island on land, and those intelligent races who were originally considering moving here wouldn’t dare to come.”

Kellysha glanced involuntarily at the Mountain Tribe chieftain, and he subtly nodded, seemingly reaching an unspoken agreement.

Kellysha spoke, “City Lord, it’s not that we don’t want to help, but with only our Mountain Tribe, trying to drive out those Dwarves Elves is simply a pipe dream.

First, there’s the issue of numbers.

Even if all of us were to act, we would be no more than a hundred warriors.

If we gather in one place, it’s unlikely we’d even catch the tail of a Dwarves Elf.

If we scatter, we’ll easily be defeated one by one by those cunning Dwarves Elves.”

Secondly, there’s the issue of fighting in the dense forest.

Whether it’s our size or the large weapons we’re skilled with, neither would be an advantage there but rather a disadvantage.”

“I understand,” Gaven nodded, “thus, this will be a joint operation.”

“A joint operation?

With whom?” All the Golia leaders looked puzzled, their gaze involuntarily falling on the Dwarves Elf, Daphne, who was dressed like a maid.

Could it be this unknown Dwarves Elf?

If so, they might as well act on their own.

“First, let’s transport these goods.

Let’s start with a simple strategy meeting to discuss tactics,” Gaven suggested.

A joint operation was not as simple as just talking about it; there needed to be enough understanding with the partners, especially in this type of elite combat.

Any negligence could lead to the loss of troops rather than the defeat of the enemy.

“Then, we look forward to whatever greater surprise the City Lord has prepared for us,” the Fearless Boulder, chieftain of the Mountain Tribe, laughed heartily in response.

His collaboration with Kellysha was perfect; as the Shaman of the tribe, she raised various questions.

As the chieftain of the Mountain Tribe he always remained noncommittal, not voicing any opinion until the end.

This was a form of primitive diplomatic maneuver, but it was very effective.

The Golia group fully demonstrated the advantages of being tall and strong, with not only the Fearless Boulder and the Fearless One, each taking a carriage, but Kellysha as well, who also took up a carriage and headed toward the inner teleportation pillar.

The first two did not even change their expressions much and seemed quite at ease.

The latter had a bit more difficulty, with her muscular lines becoming pronounced.

Although Kellysha’s profession and gender meant she wasn’t particularly strong, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse, and racial characteristics were there—they made her look stronger than any human strongman.

“I’ll take this one,” Daphne couldn’t help showing off the unusual strength she had gained in the Tower of Dominion, summoning her Shadow Tiger mount with a wave of her hand.

A myriad of shadowy tendrils emerged from her hands, binding the Shadow Tiger to one of the heavy carriages.

With a slight effort, the Shadow Tiger made the heavy carriage sprint.

“This is…” Gaven was somewhat astonished.

When had Daphne’s Shadow Tiger become as substantial as reality?