Elven cultivators

Summer of the year 9361 in the Dawn Calendar.

The sound of cicadas was isolated in a very far place.

The blazing sun beat down, baking the Eldron Plains like a red-hot iron plate.

At the boundary between wilderness and hills, a young man stood quietly on a ridge, letting the scorching sun envelop him.

He was tall and straight like a pine tree, with broad shoulders and long legs. He wore a drab gray robe with a cloak, the fabric of which was washed and faded, with dust still clinging to the edges from his journey. He was as plain as a wandering mercenary who had been traveling for many years.

But the two-handed greatsword slung across his back was enough to make anyone who looked down on him retract all their contempt.

The sword was almost as tall as an adult, and its broad spine gleamed with a dark, deep blue luster under the blazing sun, like a bottomless pool. It had no sharp edge, but it could make people feel a heavy sense of oppression from the very bone.

He had a dignified appearance; his features weren't particularly handsome or striking, but he possessed a calm and composed demeanor.

Especially his deep brown eyes, bright and clear, revealing a keen insight and composure that leaves a deep impression at first glance.

At this moment, the young man was gazing at the land several kilometers away, a land repeatedly ravaged by war.

Even at such a great distance, he could still clearly feel the energy fluctuations emanating from there.

The roar of the spell explosion was like distant, rumbling thunder.

Magical light burst forth in waves through the forest, and the shockwaves from the collision of elemental energies created chaos in the air.

That was the battlefield where the Silvermoon Clan fought against the city of Krethor.

This protracted tug-of-war has lasted for three whole months.

For three months, the army of Cresol Dragon City has been surging in like a tide every day, only to slowly retreat after leaving behind a trail of corpses.

The Silvermoon Clan, like a silent reef, has always stood firm against the impact of the waves, unmoved.

"The Silvermoon Clan..."

The young man spoke to himself in a low, calm voice, as if he were chatting with an old friend.

"There aren't many local powers that can directly confront Dragon City. This elven clan is quite impressive, wouldn't you say, Alicia?"

"...That's true."

A clear and gentle voice came from the shade of the trees behind him, like a stream flowing in the mountains.

As soon as the words were spoken, a slender, tall figure emerged from the forest.

It was a female elf.

She has silver hair as white as moonlight and deep emerald green eyes.

Her appearance was so exquisite that it was almost ethereal; every inch of her features was like a work of art meticulously sculpted by the Creator, unlike any life that should exist in the mortal world.

Alicia walked to the young man's side and stood beside him, both gazing at the distant battlefield.

"You seem quite relaxed," she said casually, "still having the time to come here and watch the game."

The young man laughed heartily: "A peak-level Gold Saint capable of severely injuring a legendary dragon has appeared in the Eldron Plains. Such a rare event naturally requires my attention, and I also want to see what kind of person could accomplish such a feat."

He turned to Alicia and chuckled, "Didn't you also come here specifically because you received a report from the branch? Speaking of which, the one who severely injured the legendary dragon is your kin. How much do you really know about him?"

Alicia shook her head slightly and said:

"But to be honest, I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, until recently... I don't know much more about him than you do; I only know about him from the intelligence sent over by the branch."

The young man nodded slightly, unsurprised.

As the youngest elf in the history of the Emerald Court to receive the title of "Holy Star," Alicia holds an extremely high position in the court.

She was not a member of the royal family, but her exceptional talent made her regarded as one of the future leaders within the royal court.

Given her status and achievements, very few young talents could possibly attract her attention.

Anton's talent and strength at the time were certainly outstanding, but not enough to catch Alicia's eye.

But no one expected that he would later achieve such amazing results.

"While I'm also quite curious about Anton, I'm even more curious to know if the dragon race has lost the protection of the dragon god."

Alicia finally got to the point.

"That's easy." The young man looked at the distant battlefield. "We'll know when the outcome of this war is in."

Alicia glanced at him: "Are you so sure Anton can kill the Shining Dragon?"

"No, that's not it." The young man grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "If Anton can't beat him, I'll personally deal with the Glowing Dragon and save his life."

"There aren't many young geniuses with such potential who dare to oppose the dragon race. It would be such a pity if they died at the hands of the dragons."

The words "dealing with a dragon" sounded as astounding to the world, but when spoken by the young man, they were as casual as swatting a mosquito.

However, Alicia did not find it absurd.

The reason these words were spoken was because it was Grant Hayes, the youngest swordsman in the Freedom Alliance.

Without the protection of the Dragon God's power, Shining Dragon would be no match for this Sword Saint.

"Are you sure you want to make a move?" Alicia frowned slightly. "Don't forget that you still have the Sky Realm Mark left by the Stormwing Dragon on you. Once you make a move, the dragons will definitely know that you were here. If they can't find you after they catch up, they might take their anger out on the Silvermoon Clan."

Given Grant's strength, the dragons sent to hunt him down must be from the four royal families, and there would definitely be more than one of them.

That kind of lineup is far superior to a mere Shining Dragon.

The Silvermoon Clan would be utterly powerless against that level of power.

Grant was aware of this as well, and smiled faintly: "That's why I'm waiting until the last moment to make my move. If the Silvermoon Clan is defeated, at least we must preserve Anton as the spark of life."

"Besides, isn't the goal to verify whether the dragon race has lost the power of the Dragon God? If the Dragon Court's pursuers catch up, wouldn't that be an excellent testing opportunity?"

Alicia glanced at him but said nothing more.

She knew that once Grant made a decision, he wouldn't easily change it.

Moreover, she did not want to see Anton, who was of the same race, die under the claws of the dragons.

Regardless of the final outcome of this war, they will get the answers they want.

Just then, the two seemed to sense something and turned their gazes toward the distant battlefield.

Grant raised an eyebrow, a sneer on his face:

"It seems that Cresol Dragon City is losing its composure."

……

Kreisoron City, frontline camp.

In the command center, the six governors watched the images on the water screen, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Three months!

Three whole months!

They invested countless resources and sacrificed tens of thousands of vassal cannon fodder. Even the Radiant Flame Legion suffered continuous losses in each attack, yet they were still unable to cross that pale blue light barrier.

Silvermoon Forest still stands there, intact.

What annoyed them even more was that the defensive intensity of those pointy-eared tribes showed no signs of weakening so far.

I have no idea where they got so many supplies from.

They had no idea how long it would take to exhaust the Silvermoon Clan's resources and manpower.

"We can't delay any longer."

Hector broke the silence first, his voice suppressing anxiety and a hint of fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.

"The city lord could emerge from the inner fortress at any moment. If he finds out we haven't conquered Silvermoon Forest after all this time... you haven't forgotten how Zane died, have you?"

The officials' expressions changed in unison as they recalled their unfortunate colleague who had been crushed to death by the city lord's claw.

The city lord's fury and murderous intent at that time still send chills down their spines when they think about it now.

They dared not gamble that the city lord would show them leniency.

"We must end the war before the city lord emerges from seclusion." Hector turned to Aurelion, his tone resolute. "My lord, let's launch the final assault."

The other consuls remained silent, casting their gazes toward Aurelion.

This in itself is the clearest statement.

Aurelion sighed inwardly. His original plan was to use his superior forces and abundant resources to exhaust the magic array's energy, invade the forest, and finally have his army deal with the Silvermoon Clan's high-level combat power.

In this way, they wouldn't have to risk participating in the war.

But now it seems that plans can't keep up with changes.

Since things have come to this point, we have no choice but to take action.

Having considered this, Aurelion no longer hesitated. He slowly rose and said in a deep voice, "Send the order: all high-ranking pure-blooded dragonblood officers assemble immediately and prepare for a general offensive!"

"Yes, sir!"

Having made up their minds, the officials, who had suppressed their anxiety and frustration for three months, finally found an outlet, their faces revealing a mixture of excitement and ruthlessness.

They have absolute confidence in their ability to engage in battles at the high-level combat power level.

According to intelligence, the Silver Moon Clan only has one peak Gold-ranked warrior in charge, and the combined Gold-ranked combat power is not even enough to count on two hands.

And what about our side?

Even after losing several governors, Dragon City still has six Golden Peaks who have awakened the power of laws, as well as more than a hundred pure-blooded dragon-descendant high-ranking officers of the Golden rank.

With such a lineup, how can the Silvermoon Clan possibly stand against them?

It's one thing if the high-level combatants of the Silver Moon Clan don't come out to fight head-on; at worst, they can attack the magic array.

But if the other side dares to come out and fight, they can take this opportunity to kill all the high-ranking members of the Silver Moon Clan, and perhaps even secure victory in one fell swoop.

……

Silvermoon Forest, Command Center.

The clan leaders noticed the changes in the enemy's rear camp almost immediately.

On the water screen, more than a hundred figures rushed toward the battlefield at lightning speed, far exceeding the speed of the Firemane Cavalry.

"They are high-ranking officers of pure-blooded dragon blood from Dragon City, as well as the governors!" Elena said quickly.

The elves instantly became solemn and all looked at the Grand Elder.

Without wasting words, the Grand Elder decisively ordered, "Charge!"

At the same time, he looked at the members of the Meteor Dragon Society.

The latter didn't say much, but simply stood up solemnly, letting his actions speak for themselves.

Everyone understood that this three-month-long tug-of-war had finally reached its most critical moment.