Chapter 444 Making a Staff

"Great Elder!!"

Seeing that the Great Elder was willingly separating himself from the tumor body indicated that there was no chance of surviving beyond this point.

"Lance... All of you, leave. I, the Messenger, and the Prophet among the humans have things to discuss.

Whatever happens here is my own decision."

"Yes…"

The Great Elder's time is running short. The elders quickly withdrew, standing guard outside the Citrus Wart Tree.

"Cough, cough, cough, sir... My time is running out! I will not waste words on pleasantry. Like you, I also serve as a 'Prophet' in the tribe, albeit not as skillful as you.

I know exactly what you want.

I am afraid our tribe's storage will not have the suitable core material you need... but I do.

However, I have a request.

If the Messenger can agree to my terms, I am willing to use my last breath of life to craft the 'staff' for you…"

Once 'The Elder's last plea' was given, Han Dong immediately agreed without hesitation.