The Forge of Resolve

Zoren had just finished their seventh hunt of a large golem, and everyone was utterly exhausted. The air was thick with the scent of dust and sweat, and the sun had begun its descent, casting long shadows over the battlefield.

Zoren wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice steady but laced with fatigue. "This is the last one... Let's get home."

His words were met with a collective sigh of relief from his team. Lyra, usually the one to maintain her tough demeanor, let out a tired mutter, "Finally! I'm exhausted!" She crossed her arms and looked away, though there was a slight softness in her voice that hinted at her relief.

Zoren glanced around, taking in the weary faces of his companions. "Thank you all for your hard work today."

He then turned his attention to Fae, who stood quietly at the back, her hands clasped together nervously. "Fae, without your buffs, we wouldn't have lasted as long as we did. You were incredible."

Fae's cheeks flushed a deep red, and she looked down, her voice barely above a whisper. "Th-Thank you, Master..."

Alderon, standing nearby, couldn't help but beam with pride at his daughter's efforts. "That's my girl! You did an amazing job, Fae!" he said, his voice filled with fatherly pride.

"Father, stop! You're embarrassing me!" Fae mumbled, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red as she tried to hide her smile behind her hands.

Alderon chuckled, clearly enjoying his daughter's reaction. "Can't help it, Fae. You made me proud today."

As they started their journey back home, Zoren, lying on the back of Kujo, took a moment to check the rankings.

[Lohar's Hunt Server Rankings]

1. Kingdom_1270548.....978,600

2. Solivigant...575,900

3. Ravenwood...561,800

4. Zephyra...439,600

5. Sapphiro....211,900

"Awesome... We're number one," Zoren muttered to himself, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glanced at his companions and added, "Without Lyra's cannon and Fae's buffs, we wouldn't have made it this far."

He then checked the items they had obtained from the hunt.

[DROP SUMMARY]

- Stone Bricks: x300

- Metal Ingots: x120

- Silver: x80

- Titanium: x70

- Obsidian Shards: x80

- Platinum Bar: x70

- Adamantium: x40

- Golem Essence: x7

- Golem Core (Large): x7

- Lohar's Lost Technology Blueprints: x3

Zoren's eyes widened slightly as he reviewed the loot. "Large golems give a lot of drops... I'll check these blueprints later," he muttered, already planning their next move. When they finally arrived back at the village, Zoren approached the wall guard. "Are the other teams back yet?" he asked.

The guard shook his head. "No, Master. Not yet."

"So, we're the first..." Zoren mused, a hint of concern creeping into his thoughts. "Alright, let me know the moment they return."

"Yes, Master," the guard replied, bowing his head respectfully.

As Zoren and his team entered the village, a sudden noise caught their attention. Lyra, always alert, tilted her head, confused. "Master, is that a Basilisk Rooster?"

Sure enough, a Basilisk Rooster approached them, carrying a blue orc on its back—an orc covered in blood, missing an arm. Zoren's heart skipped a beat. "That's Morgak!" he shouted, his voice laced with urgency. "Fae, use your healing skill, now!"

Fae, despite her exhaustion, summoned Sylvara, her contracted high-rank spirit. With a graceful motion, Sylvara cast a healing spell, and Morgak's lost arm began to regenerate.

But the effort took its toll on Fae. She knelt on the ground, her strength nearly spent. "Fae, are you alright?" Alderon asked, his voice filled with concern as he rushed to her side.

"Ye-yes, Father... Just a bit tired," Fae replied weakly, trying to muster a reassuring smile.

Zoren knelt beside Morgak, his expression serious. "What happened, Morgak? Where is the rest of the team?"

Morgak's voice was weak, his breathing labored. "Grid... They ambushed us... We fought, but there were too many of them..." He paused, grimacing in pain before continuing, "He freed me... but he cut off my hand... Told me to deliver a message. You need to bring the human girl tomorrow morning, along with the blueprints, or else they'll kill them all."

Zoren's blood ran cold. His fists clenched tightly as a surge of rage filled him. But he forced himself to take a deep breath, calming the storm within. Now was not the time for anger. After a moment of silence, Zoren stood, his voice calm but firm. "I'll handle this. Rest now, Morgak."

As he made his way to where the human girl, Elara, was staying, his mind raced with thoughts of how to get his people back. When he found her, he gently explained the situation, his tone serious but reassuring. "Elara, I need your help to get my people back," Zoren said, his eyes meeting hers. "But I assure you, I have a plan."

Elara, calm as always, nodded in understanding."I trust you, Master. Tell me what I need to do. You saved me."

Night had fallen, but sleep eluded Zoren. His mind was a storm of thoughts, each one a potential strategy to save his people. The dim light of a single candle flickered in his room as he spread out the blueprints he had collected, his eyes scanning each one with focused intensity.

[Blueprints Available]

- Lohar's Obsidian Cannon

- Lohar's Obsidian Spear

- Lohar's Obsidian Light Shield

- Lohar's Morphing Edge( Collection No.8)

- Lohar's Adamantium Katana [New]

- Lohar's Platinum Pistol [New]

- Lohar's Suicidal Golem [New]

As he reviewed them, one blueprint in particular caught his eye—Lohar's Suicidal Golem. A dark, yet potentially game-changing idea began to form in his mind. "I can use this..." he muttered to himself, the beginnings of a plan taking shape. Without wasting another moment, Zoren sprang to his feet and made his way to Lyra's Smithy House. The night air was cool against his skin, but his heart was racing with urgency. He reached the door and pounded on it, the sound echoing in the quiet village.

"Who's there?" Lyra's groggy voice came from inside. A moment later, she opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Zoren standing there. "Master? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Zoren's breath was slightly ragged from his quick pace. "I need your help," he said, his voice urgent.

Lyra raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued despite her exhaustion. "Fine, come in," she said, stepping aside to let him in. "But this better be good, or I'll throw you out myself," she added, her tone half-serious.

"Thank you, Lyra," Zoren said as he stepped inside, a wave of relief washing over him. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders, but knowing Lyra was with him eased it slightly.

"Yeah, yeah," Lyra grumbled, closing the door behind him. "Just get in here and tell me what you need. And hurry up—before I change my mind."

The two of them worked tirelessly through the night. The smithy was filled with the sounds of clanking metal, the hissing of steam, and the occasional frustrated mutter from Lyra as she shaped and reshaped the materials. Zoren provided the specifications, his mind racing to ensure every detail was perfect.

Time seemed to blur as they crafted each item with meticulous care. The night dragged on, but neither of them faltered. This was their only chance, and they both knew it.

As the first light of dawn crept through the cracks in the walls, Zoren checked the time left on the event.

[Shield Duration: 01:05:30]

[Lohar's Event Duration: 5:33:43]

"We made it just in time," Zoren murmured, glancing at the final product of their night's labor. Exhausted but determined, he knew it was now or never.

By the time the morning sun was fully up, Zoren had gathered all his remaining troops. The atmosphere was tense, each soldier aware of the dangerous mission ahead.

Zoren stood before them, his gaze sweeping over the faces of his people. "Today, we fight not just for victory, but for the lives of our comrades," Zoren began, his voice strong and steady. "We will bring them home, no matter the cost. Trust in each other, and trust in the plan." The troops stood at attention, their resolve hardened by Zoren's words.

[TROOPS SUMMARY]

[Leader: Zoren]

[Sub Commanders: Alderon, Fae, Lyra]

Beetle Folks Infantry: 10

Khajiit Archers: 20

Faun Basilisk Rooster Riders: 25

With the troops assembled, they set out on their mission to rescue the captured team. As they moved through the forest, the tension was palpable. Zoren, riding atop Kujo, couldn't help but remember the Point Shop. He quickly accessed it, scanning the available items.

[Point Shop] [Level 3]

[Available Items]

- Mystery Egg 10,000 Points

- Random Teleport 3,000 points

- Targeted Teleport 10,000 points

- 8-hour Territory Peace Shield 1,000 Points

- 7-Day Territory Peace Shield 25,000 Points

- 30-Day Territory Peace Shield 100,000 Points

- Random Skill Summoning Card 10,000 Points

- Skill Summoning Card 20,000 points

- Commander Summoning Card 50,000 points

"This will come in handy later..." Zoren muttered under his breath, mentally noting the items that might be crucial in the upcoming battle.