Elven cultivators

Several days have passed since that fierce confrontation.

On the outskirts of Silvermoon Forest, the land once ravaged by war has been revitalized under the nourishment of the array.

The charred tree stumps sprouted tender green buds, and the rolled-up soil was covered with newly grown grass leaves.

If it weren't for the occasional glimpse of broken metal fragments in the woods, it would be hard to tell that this place was once a bloody battlefield.

A group of figures appeared at the end of the plain, riding camels towards the Silver Moon Forest.

Zig walked at the front of the group, his complexion looking much better, clearly indicating that his injuries had fully healed.

Scott and Summers followed closely behind, half a step behind, their eyes habitually scanning their surroundings.

The plains still bear many traces of the war, silently telling the story of the brutal battle that took place a few days ago.

Just by looking at these traces, one can deduce how massive the forces that Kreisoron City had deployed that day were.

Any other faction on the Eldron Plains would probably not last a day against such a large army.

However, the Silvermoon Clan not only held on, but also made Dragon City pay a heavy price, and in the end had no choice but to temporarily withdraw their troops.

"When we first arrived in Eldron Plains, the Silvermoon Clan was barely ranked in the middle among the many powers," Scott said with a touch of emotion. "Who would have thought that in just a few decades, they would be able to stand up to Cressor Dragon City head-on?"

Summers nodded in deep agreement: "Looking across the entire Dawn Continent, how many forces possess the Black Iron Legion?"

It was precisely because they witnessed the possibility of the Silvermoon Clan defeating Krethor Dragon City that they decisively rushed over to provide support.

Hearing their conversation, Bazel grinned, revealing two fangs: "It's not surprising that the Silvermoon Clan has some special qualities that allow them to cultivate a genius like Anton."

Scott and Summers exchanged a glance, smiled at each other, and remained silent.

In their view, it was not so much that the Silvermoon Clan nurtured Anton, but rather that Anton single-handedly made the Silvermoon Clan what it is today.

Based on numerous intelligence analyses, it is clear that Anton was the key to the rise of the Silvermoon Clan.

As they talked along the way, the group slowly arrived at the edge of Silvermoon Forest.

As the distance continued to shorten, the pale blue light curtain that enveloped the entire forest became increasingly clear to the members of the Meteor Dragon Society.

The light screen was as thin as a cicada's wing. Up close, it looked like a thin veil ruffled by a gentle breeze, so light that it seemed as if it could be punctured at any moment, yet it also exuded a certain unshakable solemnity.

In the center of the group, Vaughn's three heads tilted back almost simultaneously, his six eyes staring straight at the pale blue light screen.

"This is the magic circle that blocked the Radiant Dragon? It looks so thin, can it really block the dragon's breath?"

"Fool! If we couldn't hold them off, the Silvermoon Clan would have been reduced to ashes long ago!"

"Can we touch it later?"

The three heads chattered amongst themselves, their voices brimming with barely suppressed curiosity.

Everyone was already used to Vaughn's rambling and eccentricities, and tacitly ignored him.

Just then, the pale blue light curtain silently split open to both sides, revealing a wide passage.

A group of elves filed out from the middle.

The leader was an elf with a somewhat cold and hard face.

He looked very young, but his eyes held a deep sense of vicissitude.

Sieg had investigated the Silvermoon Clan beforehand and immediately recognized the elf before him as Axel Silvermoon, the second elder of the Silvermoon Clan.

Those following closely behind him were also the core high-ranking members of the Silvermoon Clan, as mentioned in the intelligence reports.

Elena, Darian, Roman, Eleanor...

Zieg dismounted first, took a few steps forward, and bowed slightly with impeccable manners: "Elder Axel, I apologize for disturbing you."

Axel nodded in return, a faint smile appearing on his usually stern face: "Lord Sieg, you are too kind. You have come from afar to offer your assistance; it is we who should be thanking you."

Sieg shook his head: "Elder Axel, you flatter us. We all have a common enemy. Helping your clan is helping ourselves."

He paused, his gaze lingering for a moment on the cyan light barrier behind the elves, before finally asking, "Isn't Anton in the forest?"

The Second Elder did not hide anything and frankly said, "An Dong is currently in seclusion to break through to a higher level and is not available to receive guests at the moment."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Meteor Dragon Society was stunned.

"I see." Sieg was the first to react, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "That's truly wonderful news. We wish His Excellency Anton a successful breakthrough."

A complex light flashed in both Scott's and Summers' eyes.

If Anton succeeds in breaking through, he will be a legendary powerhouse at the age of 140.

A legendary rank at this age is considered amazing and outstanding regardless of the race.

Not to mention Anton's record of severely injuring Isaac when he was at the peak of his golden age, how much stronger would he become once he successfully ascended to the legendary level?

By then, even Isaac might no longer be his match.

"Please follow me, everyone." The Second Elder stepped aside and gestured for them to come. "The First Elder is already waiting in the main hall. Let's go into the forest first and then talk."

The light curtain cracked open again, creating another passage.

The group stepped inside

The moment they passed through the light curtain, the members of the Meteor Dragon Society felt an indescribable feeling well up in their hearts.

It felt like plunging into a warm spring, or stepping from a dry wasteland into a forest after the rain.

Zig took a deep breath and could clearly feel the magic power flowing through his body on its own. The smoothness was more pronounced than during any of his previous cultivation sessions.

He even had the illusion that, even without deliberate cultivation, simply standing here and breathing would increase his magical power faster than if he were to cultivate diligently outside.

Scott and Summers, who were walking behind him, also looked shocked.

Such a high concentration of elemental energy!

Even at the ley line node where the Fallen Dragon Society headquarters is located, they had never felt such a rich concentration of elemental energy.

The key point is that this is only the outer edge of the Silvermoon Forest.

The elemental energy is so concentrated even in the edge areas, let alone inside the forest.

How large is the Silvermoon Forest?

That is a vast area large enough to accommodate the daily life of nearly ten thousand elves!

It's simply incredible that such a terrifying concentration of energy can be maintained in such a vast area!

How exactly did they do that?

The Tree of Eternity? The Fountain of Life?

Is it still that strange magic circle?

Just as the three of them were in a state of shock, a sudden voice interrupted their thoughts.

"The elemental energy concentration here is so high, it feels like soaking in a magic pool?"

"You talk as if you've ever been in a magic pool."

"How do you know he hasn't been with anyone? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

They had barely exchanged a few words when the three heads started arguing loudly.

The surrounding elves exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions strange.

Roman nudged Eleanor's arm with his elbow and chuckled softly, "This guy is interesting."

Eleanor smiled, pursing her lips.

It was also the first time she had ever seen a three-headed Hydra, and she hadn't expected it to look like this. It seemed even more carefree and eccentric than Roman.

Is this true of all Hydras, or is this particular Hydra just special?

Zieg coughed lightly and gave Scott a look.

The latter understood, raised his hand and placed it on Vaughn's shoulder, whispered something, and the three heads immediately stopped arguing, looking rather annoyed.

"I'm sorry, you must have found this amusing." Zig turned to the Second Elder, his voice tinged with apology.

The Second Elder smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind, and continued to lead the Fallen Dragon Society members forward.

The clan is currently on high alert and very busy; guards can often be seen hurrying past along the way.

Further away, several teams of elves clad in rune-patterned leather armor were directing Yellow Turban Warriors to carry heavy wooden crates of supplies.

"What kind of puppet is that?" Vaughn's middle head couldn't contain himself any longer and pointed at the Yellow Turban Warrior, asking, "It's not quite the same as the Five Camps of Divine Soldiers."

Roman picked up the conversation: "Those are Yellow Turban Warriors, also forged by Anton."

"So that's how it is," Vaughn exclaimed, his left head suddenly realizing.

"Anton is really amazing." The head on the right shook its head.

"Of course," Roman said matter-of-factly. "Anton can do everything."

"I heard he can also craft magical equipment?" the middle head pressed.

"Of course." Roman patted the Thunderstrike Axe on his back, his tone full of pride. "This battle axe of mine was personally forged by Anton, and its power is no less than that of a transcendent-level weapon."

"Amazing!" the three heads exclaimed in unison, expressing their heartfelt amazement.

Once they started talking, the two immediately began chatting enthusiastically.

The members of the Fallen Dragon Society listened to the back-and-forth conversation between the two, and their expressions gradually became strange.

They were well aware of how eccentric and unconventional Vaughn's thinking was.

Surprisingly, someone was able to keep up with his pace and have a conversation with him.

Moreover, it's an elf.

Aren't elves mostly arrogant and xenophobic?

Also, that's what they wanted to ask earlier.

Why is this elven girl's weapon a battle axe?

Are there still elves in this world who wield battle axes?

On the contrary, the Silvermoon Clan's reaction was rather indifferent.

After all, it's Roman.

No matter what strange things they do, it never surprises anyone.

After passing through the tree-lined corridor, the group quickly arrived at the Hall of Eternal Repose.

Several figures had been waiting quietly in front of the hall.

The one in the lead was none other than the Grand Elder.

"Lord Sieg, members of the Fallen Dragon Society, welcome to the Silvermoon Clan."

He spoke calmly, his tone gentle yet solemn.

"We are grateful for your organization's assistance at this critical moment. The Silvermoon Clan will always remember this kindness."

"Elder Leonard, you are too kind." Zig said solemnly, "Kreisor Dragon City is our common enemy. Cooperation would benefit both of us, and it is not a matter of helping each other."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two were about to step into the hall together when a series of urgent cries suddenly rang out from the elves simultaneously.

The sound was sharp and short, like the cry of some kind of bird, and it was particularly jarring in the quiet forest.

Eleanor was the quickest, swiftly unfastening the palm-sized bird-shaped disc from her waist and looking down.

On the bronze plate, the emerald green light flickered rapidly like the flame of a warning lamp, and countless tiny points of light gathered densely in the due north direction.

"Kreisor Dragon City has attacked." She looked up at the Grand Elder.

The latter's gaze sharpened, and he decisively ordered: "Everyone back to your posts, prepare for battle."

After speaking, he turned to Zig, "Would you all like to go to the front lines together?"

"Of course." Zieg nodded without hesitation.

The group immediately changed direction and sped towards the edge of the forest.

In a short while, they arrived at the command post of the temporary camp.

The elves had already prepared the water curtain.

Through the clear and expansive image, one can see the Dragon City army slowly advancing across the plains.