Elder Jiao Hu observed Mo Hua's calm composure and felt increasingly certain in his heart.
Mo Hua asked again, "Is this all there is to your Black Horn Tribe's Armor Casting Skill?"
Elder Jiao Hu replied, "Reporting to Shaman Lord, this is all we have."
Seeing Mo Hua's expression was somewhat displeased, Elder Jiao Hu hurriedly explained:
"Our Black Horn Tribe was once a major tribe, flourishing in its time, with Black Horn Barbarian Soldiers striking fear into others. Yet over the past two thousand years, we've gradually declined, our clansmen scattered, and some of our armor forging heritage was taken by other tribes, leading us to this downfall..."
Mo Hua slightly nodded and handed the Barbarian Armor Map to Elder Jiao Hu:
"Take this, and within ten days, forge three sets of Barbarian Armor for me."
Elder Jiao Hu was taken aback, "Shaman Lord, you want to give the Black Horn Barbarian Armor Map to this old man?"
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.
