The yellow sand was endless, and the sky was high and the clouds were light.
Accompanied by loud eagle cries, majestic Gryphons descended from the sky and landed outside the city gate of Sandstorm City.
Then, one by one, small figures jumped down from the back of the Gryphons.
They turned out to be well-equipped dwarves.
They looked at the city gate in the distance, their expressions full of curiosity.
On the strongest side of the dwarves was a golden griffin that was much larger and more majestic than its companions.
After the golden griffin stopped, two figures, one big and one small, easily jumped down from the griffin's back to the ground.
No, perhaps it was not appropriate to call them one big and one small.
This was because even the taller party was still quite short compared to the elves who were curiously watching the dwarven team.
They were also two dwarves, one big and one small.
The older dwarf was in the prime of his life. He had a thick beard, and his black hair was naturally curled behind his head. Although the armor on him was simple, it was obvious that it was not made of ordinary materials.
As for the young dwarf, he looked quite cute and was dressed in gorgeous clothes. He was staring at the tall city gate in front of him with curiosity and excitement.
After the two of them jumped to the ground, all the other dwarves stood behind them respectfully, forming a loyal guard.
The older dwarf first ordered the dwarf warrior beside him to settle down the griffins. He looked at the sky and sighed in relief.
"Fortunately, that dragon is not here …"
Then, he looked at the young man beside him and smiled gently.
"Your Highness, we're here. This is Sandstorm City."
Hearing the older dwarf's words, the young dwarf's eyes lit up.
"Sandstorm City! This is Sandstorm City! Grandpa Bronze Furnace, can we go to the Elven Forest through here? "
He asked excitedly.
"Of course. With the help of the elven teleportation circle, we can get there quickly."
The older dwarf said cheerfully.
The older dwarf was naturally the legendary warrior Bronze Furnace, who had the title of "Sky Knight".
And the ones who appeared here were the envoys of the Kingdom of Dwarves.
It had been three days since the end of the sealing war. This time, Bronze Furnace would represent the Kingdom of Dwarves and lead an official group of envoys to visit the elves again.
Unlike the emergency request last time, this time, Bronze Furnace would represent the kingdom to visit the Elven Forest and participate in the elven festival celebration. He would also formally propose an alliance with the elves.
This was the order of the Pope of Dwarves and the current king of the Kingdom of Dwarves.
In these days of the sealing war, the Kingdom of Dwarves had clearly seen the strength and friendliness of the elves.
In the face of such a race, no one was unwilling to show goodwill and form a friendship.
In response, the king of the Kingdom of Dwarves even sent his only prince as an envoy to express the importance of the matter.
As he gazed at the familiar city gate and thought of the Pope and King's warnings, Tong Lu's expression grew even more solemn.
When he saw the elves walking in and out of the city gate, his gaze gradually carried a trace of sorrow.
He thought of the battle a few days ago, and the fearless sacrifice of the elven chosen ones …
"It has only been a few days. Although the scenery is the same, the people have changed."
He sighed.
Although the war was over.
Although the statue of the Goddess of Life had shattered and dissipated after accomplishing the goal.
But that fierce battle seemed to have happened just yesterday. Everything was still vivid in his mind.
Until now, Bronze Furnace was still in a trance from time to time. He felt that the disappearance of the evil god seal that had affected the Kingdom of Dwarves for thousands of years and directly led to the gradual decline of the dwarves was unreal.
After sighing with emotion for a moment, Bronze Furnace beckoned to the warriors who came with him.
"Let's go, let's enter the city."
Hearing Bronze Furnace's order, the dwarves looked solemn. They lined up neatly and walked toward the city gate.
The dwarves' team was a big target and very eye-catching.
Before they entered the city, they quickly attracted the attention of the guards at the city gate.
They were two tall elves in silver armor.
When they saw the dwarves, they asked gently and cautiously.
"Dwarf friends, where are you from and why are you entering the city?"
Hearing the elves' words, Bronze Furnace looked at them strangely.
For some reason, he felt that these elves gave him a different feeling.
How should he put it? They seemed a little too steady, and they were not as enthusiastic as he imagined.
He still remembered the warm reception of the elves when he first entered Sandstorm City!
Well, that wasn't quite accurate.
To be honest, steadiness and moderate enthusiasm were Bronze Furnace's original impression of the elves.
It was just that these days of interaction with the Chosen Ones had already subverted his understanding of the elves. At this moment, when he encountered these relatively "normal" elves, he was a little uncomfortable.
Of course, Bronze Furnace didn't know that the elves in front of him were actually real elves.
As for the previous ones, they were just players.
As the number of elves increased, the players gradually gave up on the hard work of standing guard.
Now the guards of various elven cities were basically hired elven NPCs.
And Sandstorm City had officially handed over the job two days ago. Real elves were responsible for maintaining the city's security.
With a friendly smile, Bronze Furnace explained the purpose of his visit to the elven guards.
After learning the purpose of the dwarves' visit, the two elven guards quickly became enthusiastic.
They actually knew that the Chosen Ones were supporting the Kingdom of Dwarves.
Especially after the tavern carried out a "live broadcast".
However, before the two elven guards could invite the dwarves into the city, a large group of elves with gorgeous equipment rushed out after hearing the news.
They surrounded the dwarves' team, looked at Bronze Furnace, and greeted him enthusiastically.
"Mr. Bronze Furnace, why are you here?"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Bronze Furnace!"
These were naturally the players who came because of the NPCs.
Looking at the enthusiastic smiling faces, Bronze Furnace couldn't help but smile.
Finally … he found that feeling again.
He saw many familiar figures among these elves. They were all the Chosen Ones who had participated in the sealing war.
With the energy from fighting side by side, Bronze Furnace felt quite close to them now.
However, when he glanced at the elven team, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
Unfortunately, there were some figures that he would never see again.
That innocent elven girl would never be seen again.
"This visit to the Elven Forest can also bring up the matter of the monument to the elven higher-ups and ask them to provide a list of the Chosen Ones who died in the sealing war …"
"Those heroes must be remembered, they can't be forgotten!"
Sighing secretly, Bronze Furnace's gaze gradually became firm.
He adjusted his mood and explained the reason to the new elves.
Instantly, the elves became more enthusiastic and rushed to recommend themselves as guides.
Bronze Furnace was very touched.
Surrounded by the elves, the dwarves' team quickly entered Sandstorm City.
The Sandstorm City Lord, Celestial, who was alarmed, quickly showed up and personally received the emissary group.
Of course, Sandstorm City was only a transit station.
The emissary group's final destination was the Elven Forest.
Therefore, after a short rest, the dwarves' team walked toward the teleportation portal to the Gloom Mountain Range under the guidance of the elves …
"Teleportation portals are really great magic. I really hope our Dwarf Kingdom can use them one day."
Standing in front of the teleportation portal in Sandstorm City, Bronze Furnace sighed.
Teleportation portals were a rather advanced and common magic for the residents of the World of Segers.
However, for most races, the teleportation portals they used were usually short-distance portals.
Large-scale long-distance teleportation portals like Sandstorm City were actually quite rare.
On one hand, magic materials were scarce. On the other hand, the maintenance cost was relatively high.
Of course, the most important problem was that the portals were not advanced enough.
Only the Elves, who were a magical race, had the relatively low construction and maintenance costs of teleportation spells.
"It's all thanks to the Chosen Ones. If the Dwarf Kingdom needs it, we can also assist in building relevant portals in the Dwarf Kingdom."
Celestial smiled.
Bronze Furnace was delighted.
"That's great. When I return, I'll definitely report this matter to His Majesty the King and strengthen our cooperation!"
He exchanged a few more words with Celestial before leading the other dwarven warriors into the teleportation portal.
However, before stepping into the portal, Bronze Furnace's peripheral vision inadvertently swept across a few familiar figures in the distance.
They were elves with excellent equipment.
To be more precise, they were the elven Chosen Ones who had participated in the sealing war.
However, the moment Bronze Furnace saw them, his eyes widened in shock.
Because if he was not mistaken, those were the elven Chosen Ones who had died in battle with his own eyes!
He definitely would not remember wrongly. In his impression, those elven Chosen Ones had died quite miserably.
Decapitation was normal. He remembered that one of them was even directly torn to pieces by the Demon Lord …
When Bronze Furnace wanted to take a closer look, the teleportation portal had already bloomed with a bright light, blocking his vision.
Space reversed, and his vision changed.
After the teleportation, Bronze Furnace looked at the unfamiliar scene in front of him. He was stunned for a moment before shaking his head and smiling bitterly.
"Maybe I'm seeing things. How can a dead person appear again …"
The teleportation location was behind a valley.
Bronze Furnace identified it and believed that this should be the boundary of the Gloom Mountain Range.
Around the portal was a small elven stronghold. It seemed to have been set up spontaneously and had all kinds of stalls.
When the dwarven diplomatic corps arrived, more elven Chosen Ones came to watch after hearing the news.
However, Bronze Furnace did not stay for too long. Instead, he led the team to the next location, the former elven manufacturing capital — Rivendell.
The distance from the Desert of Death to the Elven Forest was still too far.
Even with the long-distance teleportation portal, they still had to make a lot of trips.
However, this trip allowed Bronze Furnace to have a deeper understanding of the elves' development.
Take Rivendell for example. He had passed by this lost city of the elves when he was young. At that time, he was still an adventurer. He remembered that this place was just a desolate ruin.
However, after teleporting here, Bronze Furnace was surprised to find that the ruins had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a valley city full of vitality.
Of course, if one observed carefully, they would find that there were still many traces of ruins in the city. But overall, the whole city was full of vitality.
The rumbling workshops and furnaces, as well as the mine carts moving in the mine tunnels, all showed that this lost city had awakened once again.
However, what surprised Bronze Furnace the most wasn't the great change in Serrandier.
What surprised the bronze furnace the most was the orcs walking in the mine, either pushing carts full of ores or carrying iron pickaxes!
Bronze Furnace could vaguely hear their conversation.
"You trash! Hurry up and work! Can you bear the responsibility for delaying the elves' work?! "
"Who's working fast and well today? Who'll have meat to eat! "
It was an Orc holding a leather whip.
While he was scolding the other Orcs, the Orcs on the other side also echoed his words.
"Okay, Lord Cell!"
Bronze Furnace: …
Looking at this scene, the experienced legendary warrior was dumbfounded.
"I was wondering why there were so few Orcs in the Desert of Death. So they were all brought here by the elves to be miners?! And … they seem to be quite happy?! "
"To be able to subdue the Orcs, the current elves … are really powerful."
Bronze Furnace sighed.
"Mr. Bronze Furnace, the next stop … is the entrance to the Elven Forest, the Black Dragon Castle. After arriving there, we'll teleport to our final destination — Fei Lengcui."
Serrandier's mellow and gentle voice sounded and pulled Bronze Furnace's attention back.
Bronze Furnace nodded and thought for a while before asking.
"I heard from the chosen ones … that the core city of the elves isn't Fei Lengcui but a newly built city … I think it's called the City of Heaven's Chosen?"
Serrandier smiled and explained, "That's right.
The City of Heaven's Chosen is the new holy city of the elves. However … the City of Heaven's Chosen isn't in the real world. It's in a different dimension created by Her Holiness the Goddess, and only the elves can enter it. "
"As for Fei Lengcui, although it's no longer a holy city, it's still the central city of the elves. It's also the place where we hold all kinds of activities and receive our friends."
"I see."
Bronze Furnace understood.
He glanced at Rivendell curiously and then stepped into the new teleportation array under Serrandier's guidance.
The familiar feeling of weightlessness came again. His vision dimmed for a while before suddenly brightening again.
When his vision recovered, Bronze Furnace found himself in the hall of a castle.
Outside the hall, there was a loud dragon roar.
"Dragon?"
There was a slight commotion among the Dwarves.
"Don't panic. That's His Excellency Merril. Mr. Bronze Furnace should have seen him before. He's the Black Dragon that guards Sandstorm City."
"Tomorrow is the Harvest Festival. His Excellency Merril was invited to participate in the celebration, so he's returned to the Elven Forest. The Black Dragon Castle is his lair at the edge of the Elven Forest."
Serrandier explained softly.
Hearing his words, the dwarven warriors were surprised. They were surprised and impressed that the elves were able to tame the unruly black dragons.
Bronze Furnace, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed.
After all, he was an old comrade and had seen many things.
But at this moment, a clear and excited voice suddenly rang out, causing the bronze cauldron to break down.
"Mr. Bronze Furnace, you're here!"
It was Salty Meow, who was wearing a flashy wizard robe.
Seeing the elven girl, Bronze Furnace's eyes widened as if he had seen an evil god.
"His Excellency Salty Meow?!"
"You, you, you, you … Didn't you die in battle?!"
Even his voice was stuttering.
Salty Meow wasn't the only elf who came to the Dwarves.
Behind her, there was a considerable number of followers.
When Bronze Furnace saw the familiar figures, his eyes widened even more.
Many of these people … were the ones who had died in the sealing war.
Moreover, each of them had died more miserably than the last.
"You … You're all still alive?!"
Bronze Furnace was completely confused.
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