Elven cultivators

Grey Rock Fortress.

Thorvin pushed open the stone door and entered the council chamber, only to find it already full of people.

The high-ranking officials of Grayrock Castle sat around the huge oak table, holding wine glasses and whispering amongst themselves.

Of course, the dwarves' "whispers" are no different from shouting to any race with normal hearing.

Various rough sounds mingled together, making the hall as noisy as ever.

Thorvin's gaze swept across the hall, and he quickly spotted two familiar figures in the middle of the long table.

He strode over and sat down in the empty seat next to Hagrid and Knut.

The moment his bottom touched the chair, he eagerly asked the two of them, "Has the news been confirmed?"

Knut put down his glass, wiped his mouth haphazardly, and muttered, "Such sensational news, how could it be false?"

"We've already sent people to confirm it." Hagrid continued, his face filled with astonishment. "Isaac the Ember Dragon is indeed dead. He was killed by Anton. The entire Dragon City has now been taken over by the Silvermoon Clan."

Although he had expected this result, Tolvin was still stunned for a moment when he received confirmation from Hagrid, and an indescribable shock welled up in his heart.

When he first learned that Krethor City had sent troops to attack Silvermoon Forest, he secretly felt sympathy and regret for the Silvermoon Clan's plight.

The most powerful forces on the Eldron Plains have mobilized their entire forces, their army poised to strike at Silvermoon Forest. It seems like a sure-fire, crushing defeat.

Who would have thought things would end this way?

In fact, he is not an isolated case.

Until the end of the war, no one living on the Eldron Plains believed that the Silvermoon Clan had any chance of defeating Krethor Dragon City.

Their best-case scenario was that the Silvermoon Clan, relying on that strange magic array, would withstand the attack from Kresol Dragon City, resulting in a stalemate, and ultimately Kresol Dragon City would have to retreat.

From then on, Eldron Plains gained a new power capable of rivaling Crestor Dragon City.

Those forces caught in the middle can also reduce some of the pressure and have more breathing room.

Who would have thought that the Silvermoon Clan would completely crush Kreisor Dragon City!

Even the Glowing Dragon died by Anton's sword!

It's absolutely jaw-dropping!

"I never expected that Anton..." Hagrid started to say, but then realized something and quickly changed his words, "Ahem... Lord Anton has actually advanced to Legendary status."

"Back when we joined forces with the Silvermoon Clan to deal with the Molten Thorn Tribe, he wasn't even at the peak of the Gold Realm. Only sixty years have passed, and he's already a legendary powerhouse."

"Who says otherwise?" Knut nodded in deep agreement.

A legendary powerhouse, 140 years old.

Even among humans, she is considered very young.

Not to mention in a long-lived race like the elves.

Given the lifespan of the elves, Anton's future achievements are virtually limitless.

Perhaps he can attempt to reach the Saint realm.

Listening to the conversation between his two friends, Tolvin felt a mix of emotions.

When he first met Anton, although the other party had already shown amazing talent, he never expected that Anton would reach this point.

Just then, the noise in the hall suddenly subsided.

Tolvin looked up and saw a white-bearded dwarf walk in through the gate.

"Elder."

The dwarves around the long table stood up to greet him.

The visitor was none other than Titus, the Grand Elder of Grayrock Fortress.

Titus walked to the head of the long table, sat down in the main seat, and slowly swept his gaze over everyone present.

"You all know the news." He didn't waste any words and went straight to the point. "The reason I called you all here today is to discuss the killing of the Shining Dragon."

The hall was silent, and the dwarves all wore solemn expressions.

They all knew very well that the impact of the death of the Shining Dragon was far more than just a change in the power structure of Eldoron Plains.

The deeper meaning behind it is what is truly alarming.

A young dwarf broke the silence first: "Elder, I think the rumors that the dragon race has lost the protection of the dragon god are most likely true."

"Otherwise, with the strength of a legendary dragon, even if it couldn't win, escaping wouldn't be a problem. How could it die at the hands of a newly promoted legendary being of the same level?"

Upon hearing this, the dwarves nodded instinctively.

Dragons protected by the power of the Dragon God are invincible among their peers; this is an ironclad rule universally acknowledged on the Dawn Continent.

It has never been broken in nearly 10,000 years.

Even if a saint were to intervene, he might not be able to kill a legendary dragon; at most, he could only drive it away.

If Isaac could use the power of the Dragon God, he would never have been killed by Anton.

Thorvin suddenly spoke up: "Elder, what did they say from the Heart of the Mountains?"

The hall fell silent again after those words were spoken.

The dwarves all looked toward Titus, who was at the head of the group.

Just as the Emerald Court is the top power among the Elves, the Heart of the Mountains is the top power among the Dwarves.

It is located in the Kazadum Mountains in the northern part of the continent and controls a magical equipment trading network that spans most of the Dawn Continent.

Through this channel, the Heart of the Mountains maintained contact with many dwarven factions.

As one of the top powers on the Dawn Continent, the Heart of the Mountains is certainly much better informed than they are.

"The Heart of the Mountains hasn't given a clear answer," Titus said in a deep voice, "but judging from their tone... it's probably pretty much the truth."

hum!

The dwarves immediately stirred up a commotion.

The reason why the dragon race has been able to rule the Dawn Continent for nearly ten thousand years is because of the protection of the Dragon God.

Without the power of the Dragon God, the strength of the dragon race would be greatly reduced.

Although it remains powerful, it is no longer an invincible force.

Will those races that have been oppressed by the dragons for thousands of years miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

The answer is obvious.

The atmosphere in the hall became subtle.

The shock on the dwarves' faces gradually faded, replaced by a kind of inexplicable excitement and anticipation.

Seeing the expressions on his people's faces, Titus said in a deep voice, "If nothing unexpected happens, turmoil will come soon."

"Although the Eldron Plains are located in a remote area and are far from the central continent, it is not possible to remain uninvolved. We must prepare in advance."

The dwarves nodded in agreement, showing no sign of panic; instead, they all looked eager and ready to fight.

Taking action against the dragon race, something that was unthinkable before, may now become a reality.

Just thinking about it makes them incredibly excited.

Dwarves are never afraid of fighting, especially against those stinking lizards who have been riding roughshod over them for thousands of years.

"As for the Silvermoon Clan..."

Titus's next words drew the dwarves' attention back.

He paused for a moment before continuing, "We must continue to maintain good relations with them."

The dwarves exchanged glances and all nodded in agreement.

No one raised any objection.

Not to mention that the Silvermoon Clan has the only legendary swordsman in the Eldron Plains, the powerful military force displayed by the Silvermoon Clan in this war alone is enough for them to look up to.

For such a powerful force that doesn't force them to hand over resources, it's natural to spare no effort to befriend them.

Hugging someone's coattails isn't shameful.

In particular, Grayrock Fortress itself already had a basis for cooperation with the Silvermoon Clan.

Whether it was the joint battle against the Molten Thorn Tribe, the cooperative mining of the Frostweave Silver Mine, or the ongoing trade in Magic Cores, these are all genuine friendships.

From this perspective, Grayrock Fortress has an advantage over other factions.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Titus nodded in satisfaction.

"Anton has already been promoted to Legendary, and according to the customs of the Silvermoon Clan, he will most likely succeed as the clan leader."

He looked at where Thorvin was, "Thorvin, Hagrid, and Knut, you should go to Silvermoon Forest and deliver a generous gift on behalf of Grayrock Keep to express your congratulations."

During the battle against the Molten Thorn tribe, it was Thorwyn, Hagrid, and Knut who led the support team for the Silvermoon clan.

Given this personal favor, it would be better for them to handle it.

"Yes, Elder." The three replied in unison.

……

At the same time, similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in multiple locations across the Eldron Plains.

Bishui Port, Changhu Town, Chenxing Town, Beifeng Camp...

Almost every place inhabited by intelligent life was talking about the Silvermoon Clan's destruction of Krethorung City and Anton's killing of the Shining Dragon.

Shock, awe, jubilation, curiosity, fear, worry...

But regardless of their emotions, everyone has to admit one fact.

That city of Kreisoron, which ruled the Eldron Plains for thousands of years, is now history.

Meanwhile, the once insignificant Silvermoon Clan has replaced Kreisor Dragon City as the most powerful force on this plain.

Overnight, the scales of power were completely tipped over.

Those races that once trembled under the dragon's might, those forces that once had to bow down to Dragon City for survival, are now re-examining their stance and considering whether to curry favor with the Silvermoon Clan.

Or more precisely, how to show goodwill in a way that makes the other party feel your sincerity.

Moreover, the impact of this event goes far beyond that.

The news of Anton slaying the Shining Dragon was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, its ripples extending far beyond the boundaries of the Eldoron Plains.

Many astute individuals have already realized that greater upheaval is imminent.

The fall of Kreisor Dragon City is not merely a change of power in a local area; it may well become a microcosm of the changing landscape of the entire Dawn Continent.

A storm that will sweep across the entire continent is brewing.

As the instigator of this incident, Anton Silvermoon's name has spread to many people and come into the sights of many forces.

Some even gave him a nickname – the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint!

This is not only because of his status as a member of the Fallen Dragon Society, but also because it symbolizes his achievement of slaying dragons.

The name of the Fallen Dragon Sword Saint gradually spread along with the surging undercurrents.