The elderly Elf at the head of the group swung himself down from his Griffin's back.
He was tall, with a stern face, but his most striking feature was his long beard, which had been carefully woven into several braids.
Soon, Long Zhan came over with Elder Muyu and Fendona.
"Elder Archmond." Elder Muyu stepped forward and exchanged a few words with the elderly Elf in Elvish.
Then Elder Muyu turned to Long Zhan and said:
"General, this is Elder Archmond. He has brought the goods you purchased."
Long Zhan's gaze swept over Elder Archmond and his attendants.
Apart from their bows, arrows, and swords, they carried no other baggage, let alone crates or vehicles loaded with goods.
"Where are the goods?" Long Zhan asked through his translation terminal.
Elder Archmond remained expressionless as he replied in stiff, rigid Common:
"You need not concern yourself with that."
"May I ask whether the goods we Elves require are ready?"
"They're ready." Long Zhan nodded, then spoke quietly to the guard beside him:
"Notify Commander Lin and Commander Zhao. Tell them the Elves have arrived with the goods we purchased."
He turned back and gestured for the Elves to follow.
He led the Elven delegation toward a large sheet-metal warehouse in the distance.
"The goods you requested are inside."
The warehouse doors were slowly pulled open, and the sight inside made several young Elves widen their eyes.
Rows of brand-new automatic rifles hung neatly in racks on the walls, their black bodies giving off a mingled scent of metal and gun oil.
Beside them were mountains of ammunition crates.
In the center of the warehouse, several armored transport vehicles and a medium tank sat quietly, their cannon barrels and machine guns pointing forward, imposing and oppressive.
Rocket launchers, mortars, grenades, drones... all