With the rewards sent out and the compensation for the wounded and fallen soldiers distributed swiftly, the affairs of New North District had basically come to an end.
A month passed. Locke, whom Zhou Xu had not seen for quite some time, came before him carrying a staff that radiated a faint Life Energy.
"This really did make me wait."
Amid his complaint, Zhou Xu looked at the staff before him, his face filled with excitement.
There was no need to say more. This was precisely the Life Staff crafted by the Wood Elves!
When people thought of staffs, their habitual assumption was that they were made from the trunks or branches of various trees—wooden objects.
But the Wood Elves' Life Staff had completely refreshed Zhou Xu's understanding of staffs.
This Life Staff had been made from the roots of the Life Spirit Tree. In appearance, it looked more like a woven object. Each slender root was like a length of cotton cord, and the roots had been continuously interwoven until they formed the shape of a staff.
Of course, that did not mean the roots could simply be dug up and woven immediately.
Before that, they had to undergo various processes. They had to be soaked in a special formula, and during the weaving process, corresponding incantations had to be chanted from beginning to end to bless them. Only then could the staff be successfully made.
The soaking stage alone required a considerable amount of time.
This was one of the main reasons he had arranged for the Life Staff to be made long ago, yet only now had the finished product appeared.
The roots of a century-old Life Spirit Tree were white after being washed, though they carried a faint yellow tinge.
But after being soaked in the