391: Chapter 390 Savage Soul Sacred Fruit

"Oh?" Hearing these words from Moro, Chu Xuan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

Just moments ago, he had been quite regretful that he couldn't use the Light Judgment, a weapon capable of defeating enemies from a distance. Now, however, the situation had taken a turn for the better, and he immediately developed a keen interest.

Moro was about to speak when Yilan grabbed him by the throat and hauled him to the side. Yilan's mouth didn't move, but a voice was transmitted directly into Moro's mind:

"Hey! Moro, do you want to die? Modifying this weapon is extremely difficult, and right now, we don't have adequate forging conditions. If you keep spouting nonsense and annoy this mysterious powerhouse, you might actually die, and I won't be able to protect you."

"Cough, cough..." With his throat being squeezed, Moro flailed his limbs, his green face turning a deep purple, and he was nearly choked to death.

Only when Yilan slightly loosened his grip did Moro begin to cough and gasp for air.

"Clan Chief Yilan, are you trying to choke me to death?" Moro's face was full of resentment.

"If I hadn't seen the hope of repairing the teleportation array and returning to our ancestral star in you, I would truly love to choke you to death right now." Yilan glared at Moro.

Moro looked completely innocent: "Clan Chief, you'd better be careful. If those reckless Orcs find out that it was because you ordered me to try and repair the teleportation array that outsiders were able to enter here, they will definitely try to fight you to the death again."

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I'll kick your ass right now!" Yilan knocked on Moro's head, his expression somewhat impatient:

"Hurry up and tell me, how do you plan to modify the Light Judgment? And how did you know I left some contingencies on this weapon?"

Moro rolled his eyes: "Need you ask? Based on what I know of you, during a life-or-death crisis, and being forced by Illya to strengthen her weapon like that, how could you not have left some tricks up your sleeve? Besides, I am now just like you; I have become a Great Master-level craftsman and have also become an alchemy Great Master. Some of your methods are no secret in my eyes..."

Yilan was immediately shocked: "Are you serious?"

"Of course! As long as I help, and with the hidden nodes you left on the Light Judgment, modifying the Light Judgment will be a piece of cake, won't it?" Moro said proudly.

Yilan suddenly burst into loud laughter: "So you have already grown to this point! Moro, you truly are the Genius I valued!"

Yilan slapped Moro's shoulder hard, causing Moro's body to tremble and him to plop onto the ground. Then, he grabbed him by the throat again and hauled him to Chu Xuan's side.

"My Lord, after discussing it with Moro, I am now fully confident in modifying the Light Judgment for you." Yilan's face was full of confidence.

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow and immediately asked: "How long will it take?"

Yilan flipped his hand and grabbed an hourglass out of thin air, placed it on the ground, and patted his chest in assurance: "Before all the sand falls, I will definitely finish the modification for you!"

Chu Xuan took a brief look at the hourglass and estimated it to be about two hours at most.

And from the time they entered here until now, just over half an hour had passed.

There was plenty of time.

"Since that is the case, I will have to trouble you both."

Chu Xuan handed the great bow in his hand to Yilan.

After Yilan took it, he immediately gave Moro a look, and the two of them immediately ran a short distance away and began to operate.

They saw Yilan take out a large pile of Materials.

As for Moro, he selected several bottles and jars from among them and began to pour out steaming liquids to mix them, while simultaneously carving patterns around the perimeter.

"Clan Chief Yilan, what does a lack of forging conditions matter? There is nothing that alchemy cannot do..." While shouting this, Moro's hands moved swiftly; his movements were complex but very orderly.

Seeing this scene, Chu Xuan nodded slightly, then he looked towards Lie Shan and asked: "What about you all? How do you plan to make this treasure tree bear fruit?"

Lie Shan glanced at Yilan and Moro's side, his voice muffled: "Benefactor, you can rest assured! We Orcs don't have as many twists and turns as the dwarves; we have always been simple and straightforward in doing things. You will only need to count to one hundred at most, and you will be able to see the barbarian soul fruit appear before your eyes."

As he spoke, he directed several Orcs to place the ten-meter-tall barbarian soul treasure tree heavily on the ground, and instantly, the thick roots coiled and dug deep downwards.

Next, Lie Shan led all the Orcs to worship the treasure tree and began to chant in a low, solemn tone:

"Ah! Great barbarian Soul holy tree, you are the bone and blood left behind here by the Beast God, you are the source of power for our Orc Race..."

"Your branches and leaves carry the roars of ancient times, your root system delves deep into the earth..."

"Today, we offer the flesh, blood, and Soul of our fallen warriors as a sacrifice to you, praying that you will shine with brilliance once more and bear that holy fruit which can make the weak strong and allow the strong to reach the pinnacle..."

"Please grant us indestructible power and a physique as swift as the wind..."

"Swish, swish—" Amidst the pious chanting of the many Orcs, the barbarian soul treasure tree suddenly began to tremble gently.

The originally somewhat dull bark now slowly revealed a faint layer of golden-red halo, as if a sleeping life had finally awakened.

The blue and red intertwined branches and leaves moved without wind, rustling.

Countless tiny specks of light slowly rose from the roots, and at the same time, more specks of light drifted over from somewhere in the sky, eventually all gathering at the very center of the treetop.

Within these specks of light, some illusory images of Orcs could be vaguely seen; as they gradually approached the treasure tree, their faces all revealed expressions of peace and satisfaction.

As if they had returned to some kind of eternal tranquility and Perfection.

On the treetop, one by one, blue and red intertwined fruits slowly appeared.

At first, they were only the size of a thumb, but nourished by the light, they constantly expanded, the fruit skin gradually becoming plump, emitting a warm, moist luster.

Seeing this, Chu Xuan couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise in his eyes.

This barbarian soul treasure tree could actually induce the growth of fruit in such a manner!

In just a moment, the fruits were already ripe.

Counting carefully, there were a full sixty-four fruits, exceeding the originally planned number of fifty.

Especially the one at the very top, which was also the size of an adult's fist, but it was not blue and red; instead, it presented a peculiar appearance of red and blue flame patterns.

The blue base was as warm and moist as ancient jade, and the red patterns were as intense as beast blood.

The two colors slowly flowed on the fruit skin.

Chu Xuan was not far away and could clearly feel an extremely rich, wild aura faintly emanating from it.

Even his own blood and Qi seemed to be quietly touched, becoming slightly restless.

There was absolutely no need to taste it; just by this one look, Chu Xuan determined that this was definitely a supreme treasure.

"Wow! What is this? It's blinding me..."

At this moment, Tan Ziming and the others had just finished their pursuit of the Elf Race, and upon running over and seeing this scene, they were deeply shocked.

Especially the fruit with the red and blue flame patterns that had grown at the very top of the treasure tree; everyone couldn't help but let out exclamations, all of them feeling the restlessness within their bodies.

"Holy fruit! I didn't expect that this time it would actually gestate a holy fruit!"

At this moment, especially those of the Orc Race, they all boiled over with excitement, and immediately after, they all subconsciously looked towards Lie Shan in unison.

The holy fruit had appeared! Were they really going to hand it over to others?

Under the gaze of the many Orcs, Lie Shan stepped forward piously and solemnly, carefully picked the holy fruit, his eyes flashing with an incomparably intense desire.

But in the end, he still respectfully came before Chu Xuan and held it up high with both hands.

"Benefactor, you will always be the most honored guest of our Orc Race! Lie Shan hereby offers you the barbarian soul holy fruit; all the other barbarian soul fruits also belong to you."