Volume One: The Lord’s World of Hell Difficulty Chapter 47: The Water Element

As he sifted through the trash on the ground, the first thing Chen Gu saw was a shriveled elven corpse. Clutched tightly in its hand was a silver necklace.

[You have discovered Sacred Tree Leaf Necklace (Blue) *1]

[Sacred Tree Leaf Necklace (Blue): Endowed with a special blessing, wearing it increases the bearer’s constitution and energy. Upon the wearer’s death, it has the power to preserve the soul.
Note: For every 10 days worn, Constitution +1, Energy +1, up to a maximum of 30 each.]

The moment he read this information, Chen Gu’s eyes lit up.

This was an artifact for novices.

If nothing else, just this attribute bonus alone meant that as long as someone wore it for 300 days, even the weakest novice could rise above their station.

Thirty points each in constitution and energy.

One must know, for an ordinary human, all six basic attributes stand at ten. Constitution governs life force, and energy governs mana.

Any main tank who boasted thirty constitution points in the early stages would already be considered a health juggernaut.

And with thirty points of energy in the beginning, as long as your intelligence isn’t below ten, every magical profession would welcome you with open arms.

So, taking this necklace back—even if he didn’t use it himself—giving it to a younger family member would turn it into a true heirloom.

Not to mention, it also had the function of preserving the soul after death.

Whether one chose the path of necromancer, corpse mage, or lich, it would be useful.

No wonder, in a place overflowing with holy water, the ghosts still lingered; clearly, this was their secret.

With such a find, Chen Gu was elated. He put the Sacred Tree Leaf Necklace on himself without hesitation. Whatever else happened, he would make use of this first.

He had to survive a hundred days in this lordly world, and only a few days had passed so far. He ought to increase his attributes now while he could.

Spurred by this discovery, Chen Gu continued to rummage through the trash.

But he found nothing else of value—just a few more elven corpses and some food long since rotted away.

He tossed the trash and the corpses into the Sacred River, then returned to the Fire Raven.

With the corpse vine dragging the ship, the vessel wedged on the reef was finally pulled free.

Once they entered the Sacred River, half the ship immediately sank below the waterline.

When Chen Gu checked, he found there were no leaks; it was just that the weight in the hull seemed unbalanced, making the center of gravity unstable.

He considered this, but ultimately decided to ignore it for now and simply towed the ship toward the Sacred Lake.

Since he had no means to fix it currently, he’d just haul it back to a proper dock and deal with it later.

On the return journey, Chen Gu experimented with the fish whistle.

It wasn’t magical—it couldn’t directly summon any kind of creature.

The fish whistle drew fish only if there were fish in the water nearby.

Its effective range wasn’t far—only within a kilometer radius could it call fish.

Beyond that, the fish wouldn’t respond.

Along the way, Chen Gu summoned several fish and found that the closer they got to the Sacred Lake, the larger and paler the fish became.

Upon entering the lake, he even saw a fish whose skin was so white as to be nearly transparent.

It radiated a powerful aura of holy light.

Yet its teeth were razor-sharp.

Clearly, this wasn’t a herbivore.

If Chen Gu actually ventured into the water, he’d have to be prepared to deal with these creatures.

As he pondered strategies for handling the fish, the Fire Raven returned to the island where the World Tree was cultivated.

At this moment, Alan had yet to return—perhaps still searching for water-elemental resources.

Chen Gu tried to contact Alan, informing him that he had returned to the island with the Sacred Tree, and inquired about Alan’s progress.

But Alan didn’t reply at once, which surprised Chen Gu.

Given the forces Alan had at his side, he shouldn’t have run into trouble.

But Chen Gu had no idea which island Alan had gone to, so he couldn’t go searching even if he wanted to.

In truth, Alan was in no position to respond.

His usual habit of sneaking onto islands always led to unexpected complications.

Last time, he’d encountered an abandoned magical construct, which at least had warned him away.

This time, he had stumbled upon something else.

He found the water elementals Chen Gu had been seeking. But the problem was, these water elementals inhabited a small wild encampment: a Flowing Water Altar.

How this elven noble family managed to smuggle such an object onto the island, he couldn’t fathom.

When the Sacred City fell and lost its power, this Flowing Water Altar, hidden on the island, had somehow continued to function for years, drawing on the family's energy reserves.

Now, inside the altar, an immense number of water elementals had accumulated over the years.

When Alan casually opened the altar, he had, in effect, kicked a hornet’s nest—every last water elemental surged forth.

Though Alan had brought a sizable party of elven hunters, bolstered by bloodshadow wolves and fire spirit ravens, it was far from enough.

The altar produced six elementals per week; over fifty-two weeks in a year, that was at least three hundred. But with the lordly world’s undead disaster spanning nearly a millennium, all the elementals released would amount to three hundred thousand.

This was no longer just “a lot.”

This was a legion of water elementals.

Alan and his party were immediately squeezed off the island and forced into the lake.

The released water elementals flooded the island and poured into the Sacred Lake.

As they merged into the lake, their properties began to change.

Cast into the lake, Alan naturally hadn’t seen Chen Gu’s message. He was too busy commanding his troops, fighting through the elementals blocking their way as they made for the Mars.

As for the island, Alan had no intention of ever returning.

Coming back would mean facing three hundred thousand water elementals at once—a certain death sentence.

Barely managing to climb back aboard the Mars, Alan quickly set sail and sped away.

Only then did he notice Chen Gu’s message.

Hastily, Alan relayed all that had happened.

The news left Chen Gu utterly stunned.

“What did you say? How many water elementals?”

“At least three hundred thousand, my lord! You didn’t see them, packed together in layer upon layer—it was terrifying. I nearly thought I’d never make it out alive.”

But to Chen Gu, the news had an entirely different implication.

Three hundred thousand water elementals—such a formidable army.

For the first time, Chen Gu felt he might truly have a chance of taking Black Fort.