Elven cultivators

Spring of the year 9521 in the Dawn Calendar.

Bloodhowl Fortress declared war on the Silvermoon Clan without warning.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Dawn Continent in less than half a day.

Only thirty years of peace had passed before Bloodhowl Fortress was engulfed in war once again.

To everyone's surprise, this time they actually set their sights on the Silvermoon Clan.

But upon closer reflection, this seems to make sense.

The Silvermoon Clan's fleet, which moved like the wind, caused countless troubles to Bloodhowl Fortress in the previous war, tying up too many of their rear troops and affecting the rhythm of the main battlefield, which is why Bloodhowl Fortress was unable to defeat the Emerald Court for so long.

Now that the dust has settled in the Holy Dragon Mountains, Bloodhowl Fortress has freed up its resources and naturally wants to settle this score with the Silvermoon Clan.

Of course, it's obvious to anyone with eyes to see that revenge is just a convenient excuse.

The true target of Bloodhowl Fortress was the Silvermoon Clan's fleet.

More precisely, it is the skill of crafting the Flying Shining Tower and the Soaring Cloud Flying Boat.

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Taichu City, Tianyuan Palace.

The light from the magic crystal lamps fell from the dome, illuminating the entire hall with a bright yet cold glow.

The long table was filled with people sitting on both sides.

The high-ranking members of the Silvermoon Clan gathered together, all with solemn expressions.

Eleanor stood at the front of the long table, holding a thin silver pointer in her hand, pointing to the military map spread out on the table.

"The army of Bloodhowl Fortress has set off and is advancing towards the Ash Wasteland."

"The vanguard numbers about 30,000, all of them wolf cavalry. They march at an extremely fast pace and are expected to reach the edge of the Ash Wasteland within three days. If nothing unexpected happens, their first target should be Deeprock City."

After defeating the Bloodclaw Clan Alliance, the Ash Wasteland naturally fell into the hands of the Silvermoon Clan, who rebuilt a new city on the ruins of Deeprock.

It was a city established for both trade and military purposes.

It served as both a core node in the clan's northward expansion of its trade network and a forward outpost, monitoring any activity in the northern part of the continent.

The most important thing is the actions of Bloodhowl Fortress.

"I have ordered Deeprock to send out scouts to closely monitor the movements of the Bloodhowl Fortress vanguard and make sure to track down every possible route they take."

No sooner had Eleanor finished speaking than the Third Elder, sitting in the middle of the long table, coldly snorted, his tone barely concealing his anger: "Those orcs are truly shameless. Not only did they steal our spoils last time, but now they're attacking us again. They have absolutely no shame."

The Grand Elder looked at Eleanor and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any news from the Emerald Court?"

Eleanor shook her head and placed the pointer back on the table.

"Alicia contacted me privately. She strongly advocated for our support at the council of elders of the Emerald Court, but the faction led by Alvin strongly opposed it, arguing that the war had just ended, the royal army was exhausted and short of supplies, and it was not advisable to get involved in a new conflict immediately."

"They ultimately only agreed to supply us with a portion of military supplies at a low price, without making any other substantial military commitments."

Darian frowned and asked, "Who is Alvin?"

"A member of the royal family of the Emerald Court, a sun elf," the Second Elder continued, "His faction doesn't get along with Alicia."

Of the elves present, only Darian had not experienced the war in the Holy Dragon Mountains, so he was unaware of the complexities behind the name Alvin.

“That’s right.” Eleanor nodded, her tone calm. “Alvin’s faction has always been critical of our clan, so their opposition to providing support this time is not surprising.”

despair!

A soft tapping sound was heard.

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The hall fell silent instantly, and the elves all turned to look at Anton, who sat at the head of the table.

Anton sat in the main seat, his expression calm and composed.

"It's a good thing that the Jade Court isn't providing support."

"We never really considered ourselves an allied race of the Emerald Court, so we have no reason to expect others to treat us as one of their own and help us."

Anton leaned back in his chair, his expression calm and composed, as if he had already anticipated this outcome.

"If the royal court really sends troops, we'll end up owing them a huge favor. It'll be harder to refuse some things in the future."

"But......"

Elena frowned. "If we rely on ourselves, we'll probably have a hard time dealing with Bloodhowl Fortress."

The other elves also frowned, their expressions grave.

Bloodhowl Fortress is, after all, one of the top five powers in the Dawn Continent.

Even though the Silvermoon Clan has grown rapidly in recent years, the best outcome of confronting such a behemoth head-on would be mutual destruction.

A mutually destructive outcome would be an unacceptable defeat for the Silvermoon Clan.

The clan is in a golden age of rapid development, with a steady increase in population, expansion of territory, and the conversion of spirit stone veins one after another. The number of disciples in Taichu City is also rising continuously.

If we were to be bogged down in a high-intensity war at this time, with massive resource consumption, heavy troop losses, and a disruption to our development momentum, it would take countless years and immense effort to get back to normal.

Worse still, if the battle goes poorly, the clan may lose all its territory outside the Eldron Plains and have to retreat all its manpower back to the Primordial Spirit Realm to rely on formations to defend against enemy attacks.

That would be tantamount to handing over all the territory and resource points that had been expanded over the past century.

That's a situation no one wants to see.

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Anton smiled faintly.

"Don't worry."

"Perhaps war won't be necessary."

The elves were slightly taken aback, their faces showing confusion.

Roman asked curiously, "Anton, what do you mean by that?"

Anton waved his hand: "I plan to go to Bloodhowl Fortress myself and talk to Gormash in person. Maybe he will change his mind and withdraw his troops."

The elves were stunned for a few seconds before they realized what Anton meant, and their expressions became extremely strange.

Let's talk?

It seems like they'll settle things with fists.

The First Elder frowned: "Clan Chief, isn't this too risky?"

Although the other elves remained silent, their eyes also held similar worries.

Although they all knew that Anton had recently broken through and his strength had greatly increased, no one knew exactly what level Anton's strength had reached.

Bloodhowl Fortress is a sacred place for the orcs, and its core strength and ancient heritage are far superior to those of the Bloodclaw Clan.

Even if Anton is very strong, it would still be too risky for him to go to the enemy's territory alone.

Anton's expression remained unchanged, his tone calm yet resolute: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

There was a moment of silence in the hall. The Grand Elder opened his mouth, but ultimately did not try to persuade him further.

The other elves exchanged glances and swallowed their objections.

They weren't entirely at ease, but at the same time they knew that Anton never did anything without a certainty.

Since he said it out loud, it means he already has some degree of confidence.

There was no room for them to question it.

Eleanor pursed her lips and suddenly said, "The materials for celestial weapons I've collected over the years are all stored in the warehouse. There's enough to forge three celestial weapons. You can leave after you've finished forging them."

The three celestial soldiers, together with the one that had already been forged, make up four Dao soldiers at the Nascent Soul Realm level.

If action is truly necessary, then this provides an extra layer of protection.

Anton looked at her, a smile appearing on his lips, and nodded readily.

"Alright."