Elven cultivators

Winter of the year 9402 in the Dawn Calendar.

Outside the Annihilation Fortress, at the anchorage.

The sky was overcast, with leaden clouds hanging low.

A cold wind howled from the depths of the mountains, carrying tiny ice crystals that rustled against the tents and flags in the camp.

As the main force of the Allied forces advanced deeper into the mountains and settled on the plains between the Warp Ruins and Holy Dragon City, the Annihilation Fortress, which had once served as a frontline camp, has become much quieter and has been transformed into a logistics base for supplying materials and recuperating the wounded.

The anchorage remained bustling, with airships of all sizes coming and going every day.

The Lingyun Flying Boat stands quietly in the berth.

Anton stood by the gangway, facing three people who had come to see him off.

"Anton, are you really not planning to participate in the war?" Igner frowned, a hint of regret in his expression.

Anton shook his head: "The Silvermoon Clan has a weak foundation and cannot withstand further setbacks. We will not participate in the upcoming siege."

Igner wanted to say something more, but Grant raised his hand to stop him.

"Alright, Anton has his own considerations, so don't say anything more." Grant turned to Anton and smiled, "Once things are settled here, I'll come to Primordial City to have a drink with you."

"Okay, you're welcome anytime." Anton smiled and nodded.

Alicia stood silently to the side until Anton turned his gaze to her, at which point a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Bon Voyage."

"Thank you." Anton nodded, his gaze sweeping over the three faces before finally settling on Grant. "Although Holy Dragon City is on its last legs, it's still fighting like a cornered beast. Be careful."

"Don't worry, we know what we're doing," Grant said with a smile.

Anton said no more and turned to board the flying boat.

Soon, the hull of the Flying Cloud Boat trembled slightly, and the floating array patterns on the bottom lit up one by one, with bluish-white light flowing like water ripples on the bottom of the boat.

The airship took off smoothly, its speed increasing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it passed through the clouds, becoming a blurry little dot on the horizon.

On the ground, three figures stood side by side, watching the streak of bluish-white light disappear into the distance.

Igner looked away and sighed, "What a pity, I wanted to show him the new magic crystal cannon built by the Heart of the Mountains."

Grant laughed and said, "Anton might not even look at your lumps of iron."

Igna, of course, would not admit this and immediately refuted it.

"Alright," Alicia interrupted their bickering, "it's time to go back; there's still a lot of preparation to do."

Grant and Igna finally calmed down, and soon after, they walked arm in arm toward the Dark Fortress.

……

Soaring Cloud Flying Boat, Heavenly Pivot Chamber.

Anton sat cross-legged on the futon, his gaze passing through the porthole to the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside.

Although Holy Dragon City was hailed as the last stronghold of the dragon race, its fate was sealed the moment the allied forces besieged it.

It's simply a question of how long it can last.

In the original history, Holy Dragon City withstood the siege of the allied forces for two whole years.

Now, because of his intervention, the war has accelerated significantly, and the strength of the dragon race has been weakened even more. The Holy Dragon City can only hold out for a shorter period of time.

Before long, Holy Dragon City will be breached, the Dragon King will die in battle, and the surviving dragons will break through and enter the Storm Rift.

That will be the time when he will truly be busy.

"We need to hurry and refine the remaining five guardian deities."

Anton secretly made his plans.

Fortunately, we no longer need to travel to the Holy Dragon Mountains. The teleportation array has been dismantled, allowing us to dedicate more time to crafting the Guardian Generals.

At his current efficiency, two years is more than enough.

In addition, spiritual practice should not be neglected.

The integration of the Earth element principle is more than halfway complete.

Anton could sense that the true seal embryo was changing little by little.

Those mysterious patterns of laws, like the roots of a plant, slowly spread and took root in the seal pool, imprinting the weight and solidity of the earth element into every inch of the true seal's texture.

Once the Earth Element Law is fully integrated into the initial embryo of the True Seal, even if the True Seal has not yet been activated, his mastery and understanding of the Earth Element Law should make significant progress.

At that time, it might actually promote the fusion of the Xuanhuang Dragon-Capturing Hand and the sword light.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Flying Cloud Ship entered the Eldron Plains.

From a high altitude, the outline of the Primordial Spirit Realm can be seen from a great distance.

Looking as far as the eye can see, one can even vaguely make out a towering tree that seems to reach into the clouds.

"The Primordial Spirit Realm has expanded again."

Anton nodded secretly.

More than ten years have passed since the Great Evolution Five Elements Azure Profound Array was modified.

Nourished by the protective mountain array, the area of ​​the Primordial Spirit Realm has expanded considerably.

The original Primordial City was located on the edge of the Spirit Realm, but it has now been moved quite a distance inward.

One day in the future, the entire Eldron Plains may be incorporated into the Primordial Spirit Realm.

As for those forces whose territories were occupied...

Anton thought about it and decided that they could be relocated to Green Heights.

In compensation, a piece of land in Green Heights can be selected for them as their new territory, along with a certain amount of resources.

As for whether they are willing or not... Anton believes they will make a wise choice.

Of course, he didn't need to worry about these matters; he could leave them to Eleanor.

He only needs to focus on cultivation and crafting divine generals.

Anton withdrew his gaze, and the Lingyun Flying Boat flew over the forest, landing towards Taichu City.

……

Dark and shadowy regions.

The passageway was deep and dark, with fluorescent moss climbing on the rock walls on both sides, its eerie blue-green light outlining a winding path in the darkness.

Ye Tong walked at the front of the group, her steps light and silent.

Behind her, seven figures followed closely, maintaining a loose formation.

The team members are very diverse.

There are cat people, ghost scale people, as well as Thor stone monsters and blade claw people.

They came out this time to investigate the whereabouts of a missing Bladeclaw Clan group.

About three days ago, the Bladeclaw Clan team discovered an area that appeared to be growing rare magical plants while conducting an exploration mission in the vicinity.

After they sent back a message using a sound transmission talisman, they were never heard from again.

In order to investigate what had happened, Nine Nether City subsequently issued a mission.

Upon seeing this, Ye Tong accepted the task without hesitation.

Normally, disciples of the Primordial City like her should team up with other disciples of the Primordial City to carry out missions.

But her current situation is somewhat delicate.

On one hand, she was the object of admiration for all vassal races, a living example that "outsiders can also become disciples of the Primordial City".

On the other hand, she seemed somewhat out of place among the disciples of Taichu City.

Although her fellow disciples did not openly reject her, they rarely took the initiative to get close to her.

Night Eyes didn't want to force herself to fit in, nor did she want to be met with indifference, so she simply recruited teammates from among the vassal races.

The latter did not look at her with strange eyes, but instead were filled with awe and admiration for her.

As soon as she expressed her intention to recruit teammates, many people immediately volunteered.

Night Eye selected some skilled individuals and built the team it is today.

"team leader."

Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Wyatt, a fellow cat-person, coming from behind her.

Ye Tong stopped and turned her head to look.

Wyatt quickly walked to her side and lowered his voice, saying, "We've been traveling all day, and everyone's exhausted. Should we find a place to rest?"

Ye Tong pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, let's stop and rest in the cave ahead."

With the help of his powerful night vision, Night Eyes could already see a cave at the edge of his field of vision.

It wasn't a large place, only about a hundred square meters. The dome was only five or six meters above the ground, and there were some pebbles and dried moss scattered on the ground. It looked fairly dry.

After checking the cave and confirming that there was no danger, the group set up some security measures before sitting down to rest. They took out dry food and water and began to eat in small bites.

Harrison, a member of the Ghostscale Clan in the group, was a chatterbox who couldn't stay still. He started chatting as soon as he sat down.

"I heard that two vassal races have been accepted as disciples of the Primordial City."

Because the team has Night Eye as a living advertisement, the team members often discuss this topic.

Harrison successfully piqued their interest.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone asked, "Really? Which vassal race are they?"

Harrison smiled smugly, whetting the appetites of the others slightly, before saying, "One of them is the Tree Shepherd."

Upon hearing this, everyone else was taken aback.

The Tree Shepherds are a race somewhat similar to the Wood Elves.

Their average height is only about 1.2 meters, their skin is like tree bark, rough and cracked, their hair is as fine and soft as moss, and they have long and nimble fingers.

Tree shepherds mostly live alongside large herbivores such as giant sheep and woolly cattle, and are skilled in animal husbandry and domestication.

This race is gentle and friendly, prefers a nomadic life on the grasslands, and never initiates hostility.

Among the many intelligent races on the Dawn Continent, the Tree Shepherds are almost at the bottom.

They lacked strong combat capabilities, exquisite magical talent, and even decent craftsmanship.

How could such a weak race become disciples of the Primordial City?

"Don't disbelieve me," Harrison said quickly, seeing the doubt on his companion's face. "I heard it from the people in the Hall of Merit of Nine Nether City, and the news is absolutely true."

"It is said that the Tree Shepherd worked in the Beast Garden for more than 20 years and cultivated seven kinds of first-tier spirit beasts. Even the successful cultivation of the Rock Armor Beast was due to his efforts, thus accumulating a lot of merits."

"In the recent aptitude test, he was found to have a wood spirit root, so he applied to become a disciple of the Primordial City. Then, Lady Eleanor approved it with a stroke of her pen."

The cat-people looked at each other, their surprise and doubt gradually turning into envy and amazement.

"Even a Tree Shepherd can become a disciple of the Primordial City..."

"It seems the clan is serious this time."

"As long as you have enough merit and spiritual roots, you can become a disciple of the Primordial City!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and their hearts burned with excitement.

Wyatt then asked, "Besides the Tree Shepherds, who is the other vassal race?"

Harrison didn't keep them in suspense this time and said directly, "It's the Marked Race."