Thodr and his eight battle-ready companions stopped their swift advance when they beheld a human figure wearing robes of deepest black. The mysterious stranger appeared before them, looking like a shadow given form, radiating an aura that made the very air shimmer with unseen power.The figure sat with his back turned toward them, perfectly still like a meditation statue carved from ancient stone. His posture suggested complete awareness despite his seemingly relaxed position, like a coiled serpent ready to strike.Next to the mysterious figure rested another creature that struck the nine Elves with overwhelming awe. It was an Eastern Dragon of legendary proportions, its serpentine body appearing impossibly long with scales that caught and reflected the morning sun like liquid diamonds.The nine Elves stared at each other in profound silence, their hearts racing with a mixture of reverence and primal fear. Dragons were sacred creatures in their ancient beliefs, divine beings deserving

Thodr then whistled loudly, the sound sharp and piercing like an eagle's cry cutting through morning air. And that was the signal to attack, a battle call that had not been heard in these woods for decades.The nine elves murmured in an indistinct tone, their voices weaving together like threads of ancient silk. The rhythm sounded like a song in an ancient language, harmonies that had been passed down through countless generations of warriors.The swords, spears, and arrows of the nine Elves suddenly flew out of their hands with supernatural grace. They floated as if they had a life of their own, glowing with sparks of fire that danced like captured fireflies in the twilight air.The nine weapons danced at a certain height above the forest floor, ready to receive orders from their masters. Each blade hummed with mystical energy that made the air itself tremble with deadly anticipation."Go!" Thodr cried, commanding the weapons with authority that shook the ancient trees themselves.Th

"If we can live freely on our own land, without having to worry about humans invading the Elves, why shouldn't I accept this golden opportunity that may never come again?"Thodr was torn between hope and bitter experience, his heart pulled in opposite directions like a rope stretched between two mountains. He wanted to accept the human Enchanter's offer, but he couldn't forget the bitter events of hundreds of years ago, when the human race broke their sacred promise and bathed elven lands in blood.It was nearing nightfall, when shadows grew long like reaching fingers across the ancient forest floor. The twilight hour when spirits stirred and magic flowed stronger through the mystical meridians of the earth.At that time, the stars were shining coldly like diamonds scattered across black velvet, making the Hanging Forest feel more mysterious than usual. Their celestial light filtered through the oak canopy, creating patterns that danced across moss-covered ground with ethereal beauty.

What was known as the settlement of the Light Warrior Clan of Elves was a cluster of tree houses located in a ravine in the middle of the Hanging Forest. The structures were built from living wood that had been shaped by ancient magic, walls that breathed with the rhythm of the forest itself.In the forest full of old oak trees that stretched toward the heavens like pillars supporting the sky, Guo Jiang saw a group of tree houses shaped like a winding river. They looked like long silver snakes from above, their rooftops gleaming with moonlight and covered in luminescent moss.Guo Jiang stepped onto a small clearing surrounded by luminescent flowers that glowed softly in the gathering dusk. His boots, crafted from dragon leather, made no sound on the moss-covered ground.His arrival naturally attracted the attention of many inhabitants, curiosity overcoming their usual caution toward outsiders. The elf children immediately gathered around him like moths drawn to flame, forming a circle

Cliffdon Wood is a forest full of ancient and old trees that have stood for countless centuries like silent guardians of forgotten secrets. Oak, pine, and fir are the most common trees found in the forest, their massive trunks reaching toward the heavens like pillars supporting the celestial realm.Guo Jiang observed Elder Clene, a man whose age was impossible to guess despite centuries of wisdom etched into his immortal features. Elder Clene stood beside two ancient oak trees whose branches drooped all the way to the ground like weeping willows mourning the passage of time.It was an odd yet unique sight that spoke of magic older than human memory. The branches formed natural curtains that swayed gently in the evening breeze, creating patterns of shadow and moonlight on the moss-covered earth.Elder Clene, wearing a white tunic and a long white robe that fluttered in the breeze as it passed through the gaps in his sleeves, looked majestic and inspiring. The fabric seemed to glow with