Looking across the entire Planet Bernardo.
No matter which Empire it was, Alchemists played a significant role.
As a vital part of an Empire, the alchemy industry must not fall behind; it could even be said to be the foundation of an Empire.
Although it was currently just an ordinary clan entrenched in the wilderness, the Iron Dragon was already looking toward the future.
Its dream was to establish an Empire belonging to the Dragonkin.
Furthermore, it had received a promise from Garros.
If one day the Molten Iron Clan were promoted to an Empire, Garros would never enjoy this brilliant glory alone.
"Blueprints for simple, common Alchemical Items are easy to buy,"
Nick said, "But those complex and powerful Alchemical Item blueprints aren't directly circulated on the market. To obtain them, one needs to pay a high price."
As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward the boxes piled up inside the tent.
Frostfang waved a claw, and the sturdy werewolves opened the boxes one by one, revealing biological Materials and various Ores.
Ores like Purple Copper and Red Copper were common in trade.
However, a whole box of Diamonds gave Nick a bit of a surprise and delight.
"The quality of these Diamonds is excellent and their value is high. I can bring at least ten different Advanced alchemy blueprints, including at least one for an Alchemy Golem."
He said.
After thinking for a moment, Nick added, "But there are also Alchemical Items for gravity enhancement. If you exchange for those at the same time, the supply of other items will decrease slightly."
Blueprints and items—these were all very expensive.
The cheapest things were items like alcohol and dried fruits.
Frostfang had the werewolves open the last large box, revealing ice-blue bones.
"These are?"
Nick cast an inquisitive look, feeling somewhat puzzled.
The bones were exceptionally thick and massive, with traces of residual Demonic Energy visibly flowing over them. As soon as the box was opened, a biting cold current rushed out, as if the air itself were about to freeze.
"Frost Behemoth bones."
Frostfang twitched her ears and said, "This box of bones, plus a box of Purple Copper Ore."
Hearing this, Nick broke into a bright smile and said, "No, you've underestimated the value of Behemoth bones. This one box of Behemoth bones is enough; I can use the extra Ore to bring even more goods."
As a warlock, Frostfang was very curious and inquisitive.
"Behemoths are war machines of the giant race. Their bones don't have many effects other than being hard. The Demonic Energy on them dissipates over time and isn't sustainable, so they can't be used to make very good weapons or equipment. Plus, the texture is too coarse to make the jewelry that nobles like."
Frostfang asked, "Where does the value of these bones lie?"
Nick didn't exploit the information gap for personal profit; instead, he explained in detail, "It's said that if Behemoth bones are ground into powder, just a tiny bit mixed into alcohol can create an aphrodisiac liquor. Or, simply soaking them in alcohol has the same effect."
He laughed, "The nobles are always flocking to buy such spirits."
Frostfang frowned and countered, "That's not right. Behemoth bones aren't that special; they don't have such an effect."
Nick said, "That's not important. What matters is that people believe it, and there's a market demand."
Immediately after, before Frostfang could ask, Nick inquired first, "Things aren't peaceful over in the Permafrost Tundra. Did you get these Frost Behemoth bones there?"
Frostfang narrowed her eyes and did not answer the question.
"Where did you hear that the Permafrost Tundra isn't peaceful, and what's the specific situation?"
Her pupils contracted into slits as she asked coldly.
Seeing this, Nick quickly waved his hands, "Don't be nervous. Our caravan hasn't been to the Tundra, but a month ago in a tavern in Losern City, a ranger who had three fingers frozen off was bragging about seeing the war with his own eyes. Besides, information about the Tundra war is spreading rapidly."
After a brief pause, Nick lowered his voice and said, "The Frost Giant Alliance and the Battlecry Clan are in an all-out war. It's a heated, chaotic struggle in the Permafrost Tundra. Their war will overturn the landscape of the Permafrost Tundra."
Frostfang was very interested in this news and kept inquiring.
Nick organized the information he knew, chose his words carefully, and then recounted it.
And this entire conversation was being overheard by Garros.
He was perched in Coniferous Valley, a Sound-Transmission Stone floating before him, broadcasting the conversation from the trade route in real-time.
"The Frost Giant Alliance and the Battlecry Clan."
Garros pondered thoughtfully.
The Battlecry Clan was a large clan composed of Northern Barbarians. It was the number one clan in the Permafrost Tundra, with strong troops and a large population. It could almost be called a nation established by the Northern Barbarians, except that they preferred the title of a clan and hadn't officially founded a country.
As for the Frost Giant Alliance, it was also known as the Whitefrost Alliance.
As the name suggests, it was an Alliance formed by Frost Giants, consisting of various large and small Frost Giant clans. It was also a large-scale power in the Permafrost Tundra.
The Battlecry Clan and the Frost Giant Alliance.
According to the information from Nick, the reason for their war was the discovery of a large Ice Marrow vein in the buffer Borderlands between their territories. Neither the Battlecry Clan nor the Frost Giant Alliance was willing to back down, and they began various conflicts and battles centered around the Ice Marrow vein.
After years of friction...
...both sides had suffered losses and realized the other's strength, so they decided on peace talks to end the war through negotiation.
They sent envoys to negotiate in the Borderlands and reached a consensus.
However.
On the way back from the peace talks, the Frost Giant diplomatic mission and all other Frost Giants were ambushed and killed in the vast polar regions. Among them was an offspring of the Whitefrost King.
The Whitefrost King, who ruled the Alliance, was enraged by this.
An offspring and several clansmen had died.
The Frost Giant King was unwilling to let the matter rest and poured his vengeful fury upon the Battlecry Clan.
The Battlecry Clan initially chose to back down, stating that the ambush on the Frost Giant mission had nothing to do with them, but the Barbarians' explanation could not extinguish the giant's rage.
Pushed step by step by the Frost Giants, the short-tempered Barbarians stopped backing down and went to war head-on with the Frost Giants.
As the two major powers on the Permafrost Tundra, their war made the Permafrost Tundra dangerous and chaotic.
"Was the Frost Behemoth separated from its unit on the chaotic battlefield, or was its original unit wiped out, leading it to be pursued by Barbarians and flee here?"
Garros speculated to himself.
Though he had no concrete answer, he felt that the appearance of the Frost Behemoth was definitely linked to the war in the Permafrost Tundra; they were inextricably connected.
"The northern outposts need to be strengthened further."
He thought silently.
The Permafrost Tundra was not a good place; its resources were scarce, and the environment was harsh and cold.
Usually, the ground was only covered by a thin layer of moss, devoid of life. When blizzards came, the entire world would be submerged in ice and snow, and only the hardiest of lives could survive.
Now there was also large-scale warfare.
Creatures that originally lived in the Permafrost Tundra would likely migrate in large numbers. The Serel Wilderness wasn't the best place, but it was certainly one of their migration choices.
"The Whitefrost Alliance, the Battlecry Clan."
"Organizations of their scale must have Legendary existences with life Ranks exceeding 20."
Garros flicked his tail unconsciously, feeling a sense of yearning.
"Legendary, Legendary... when will I become Legendary?"
Dragonkin are bound to become Legendary, but their growth period is long. Garros had Adaptive Evolution to shorten his growth time, but compared to short-lived species like humans, his growth rate was still too slow.
As for humans, the polarization was extremely severe.
The weak are like ants, but exceptionally gifted humans can become Legendary within a hundred years, and there are many such examples.
The human king who once unified the Lothern Federation attained Legendary status before the age of forty.
In contrast, let alone at forty, there are very few records in the Legacies of dragons reaching Legendary status even within a hundred years of adulthood; they are pitifully rare.
However, human Legends also have drawbacks.
Even if they become Legendary, they cannot significantly increase their lifespan.