"All manpower and resources can be provided to you. Make sure to forge more Black Horn Barbarian Armor in the shortest time possible."
"Yes!"
Elder Jiao Hu, full of loyalty, departed.
Mo Hua gently sighed in relief, finally resolving one issue.
If he doesn't intervene, then for Wu Sha and the others to win battles, they can only rely on the Barbarian Armor. Even if there are only one or two sets of Second Grade Barbarian Armor, giving them to Wu Sha, a few high-caliber fighters can secure a strong enough advantage in the conquest within the Second Grade Mountain Realm.
The more Barbarian Armor, the stronger the combat power, and the higher the chances of victory.
And Elder Jiao Hu, although not necessarily loyal to him, was extremely loyal to the Black Horn Tribe.
As long as the future of the Black Horn Tribe is aligned with his grand plan, he will naturally do his utmost to forge the Barbarian Armor.
But there was one thing Mo Hua did not expect.
