Elves.
With pointed ears, they are a beautiful and long-lived race. Generally, they make the forest their ho (Dark Elves live underground), love nature, are emotionally delicate, and have a lodious voice. They are natural poets and dancers; in dim conditions, their vision is twice as good as humans, allowing them to master superior archery skills;
These creatures are well-versed in knowledge and have a high talent for magic. Elves can generally live over 700 years, which is why they are always unhurried. Elves are always willing to spend a lot of ti on things humans cannot understand: listening to the babbling stream, the forest birds chirping and the wind blowing... To elves, the aning of life is slowly discovering beautiful places and fully enjoying them.
They also find it difficult to establish deep friendships with short-lived races, watching friends pass away while they still have plenty of life to live, it is truly a painful experience.
Elves are not a unilateral race, over long evolution, these creatures have evolved into many different life forms.
Light Elves, Grass Elves, Blood Elves, and the well-known Dark Elves.
Among these creatures, Half-Elves are closer to humans.
Half-Elves are the offspring of humans and elves. They are slightly taller and stronger than other elves. The biggest difference between Half-Elves and other elves is that they grow beards, allowing elves to easily recognize their human lineage. Elves are very averse to Half-Elves, thinking they don’t belong to the elves at all;
Half-Elves inherit the elves’ tendency towards the Chaos Faction, but overall, they are neither necessarily good nor evil, similar to humans. Like elves, Half-Elves value freedom and creativity, and do not particularly like to be leaders or followers.
A silent island.
It’s a small place, only the size of the Economic Developnt Zone. During peaceful tis, it was an outpost for so warriors, with so service radars on it, but now, this place has long been abandoned, with no sign of human presence.
Although human traces have disappeared, there are signs of activity from so humanoid creatures.
Half-Elves.
Numbering over three hundred.
The male to female ratio is 1:5.
A relatively primitive tribe is built on this island, elves are generally a matriarchal society. At this ti, male Half-Elves are standing guard and patrolling outside, while female Half-Elves are inside the houses, seemingly discussing sothing, with occasional soft noises coming out.
The Half-Elves began to quietly discuss.
"That damn White Dragon is actually dead, is that human’s strength really that terrifying?"
"I have seen that silvery Giant Dragon, just from a distance, I could sense how terrifying it was!"
"But not long ago, the scout from the [Natives] said that the Giant Dragon was slain by their so-called lord, and even its head was chopped off."
(To look for new forces, Chen Feng ordered an exploration around Death Island, and to promote his biography in the anti)
In addition to warriors, the promotional personnel included so translators capable of communicating with other species through so special thods.
Everyone exchanged glances, feeling a shiver run down their spines!
They sat together, from whispering to debating aloud, in just a few minutes, they were filled with curiosity about the "lord" they were talking about.
"So, I hereby announce that we need to make contact with them, if they are really as powerful as the rumors say, the clansn may consider following them." A young girl spoke up.
While many Half-Elves were still confused, the girl’s command made everyone even more flustered.
Follow a human?
Isn’t this a joke?
The Half-Elves all raised their heads at once, only to see the firm resolve in her eyes, making it seem like a reality.
The girl was wearing a pure white off-shoulder long dress, beautifully revealing her collarbone, the fabric was so white it seed almost transparent, gently reflecting light, like the wings of an angel, yet not at all exposing.
The hem of the dress ford a graceful arc, slightly flaring out, exposing her jade-like slender legs, the edges adorned with tiny diamonds resembling nurous beautiful morning dews. Her long tresses, resembling seaweed, cascaded over her shoulders.
She wore a forehead ornant, the delicate platinum chain made her slightly curly long hair appear pure and pretty, with a diamond hanging between her brows, exceedingly beautiful and radiant, the light seed alive, astonishing like the moon.
But the girl’s eyes were calm as the sea, not at all overshadowed by the diamond between her brows, she was as beautiful as a princess from an exotic tale, mysterious and pure, making one want to lay all the world’s beautiful things at her feet, just for a faint smile from her.
Perhaps because of their bloodline, Half-Elves possess the beauty of elves, although their lifespan is not as long as purebred elves, they can still live around 150-200 years.
"Mata, what do you an, want us to pledge allegiance to a human, are you sure this won’t cause any downsides?"
Izso, with her long red hair, raised her head, voicing her concerns. She still can’t forget the possessive and evil desires reflected in the eyes of so humans after they saw her appearance.
Izso is quite lively by nature. However, when she first encountered humans, her best sister was kidnapped by the native inhabitants of this world when the group rescued her, she had already suffered inhumane treatnt, quietly committing suicide when no one was paying attention, ending her own life.
This led to Half-Elves having so apprehensions about humans.
Mata shook her head, saying calmly: "I have thought about all this thoroughly, this is an unfamiliar environnt, with too many dangers and disasters. To survive, we have to make so changes."
As she spoke, Mata paused, her face sweet but her gaze like blades, sweeping over each of the surrounding Half-Elves.
"Everyone, you have seen this world, dangerous, real, cruel, true. To live, you must know how to adapt, not be confined by past thoughts. I promise you, I will ensure you live good lives, not driven out or sold off, and even to have the freedom to speak!
Mata’s voice was steady, seeming to have a kind of magic, trying to soothe the ntal world of Half-Elves.
For Half-Elves, nothing is more important than freedom.
Mata slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, the air around becoming a bit stagnant, at this point, the Half-Elves did not panic, instinctively feeling Mata had sothing more to say.
Mata clapped her hands, saying lightly, "Since you have pledged loyalty to , I will issue the first order here."
She paused, as if brewing sothing, then said word by word: "I announce, to pack up as soon as possible and leave here, if I have to put it more bluntly, everyone, we need to move!"
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