The rumbling workshop and furnace, along with the mine carts traveling in the tunnels, all indicated that this once-lost city had reawakened.
However, what surprised Tonglu the most was not Serenadil’s drastic transformation.
What surprised Tonglu the most were the Half-Beasts walking in the mine tunnels, either pushing carts full of ore or busily carrying pickaxes!
And faintly, Tonglu could hear their conversations:
"You fools! Work faster! Can you afford to delay the Elf Lord’s matters?!"
"Whoever works the fastest and best today will have at to eat!"
That was a Half-Beast holding a whip.
And as he cursed at the other Half-Beasts, there were voices echoing from among them:
"Yes, Lord Sharu!"
Tonglu:...
Watching this scene, the well-experienced Legendary Warrior was left dumbfounded.
"I wondered why the Death Desert Half-Beasts have decreased, turns out they were brought here by the elves as miners?! And... they seem quite willing?!"
"To be able to subdue Half-Beasts, the Elf Clan now... is truly amazing."
Tonglu sighed.
"Mr. Tonglu, the next stop... is the entrance to the Elf Forest, Black Dragon Castle. Once we reach there, we will teleport one more ti to reach the final destination—Feilengcui."
Serenadil’s rich and gentle voice echoed, pulling Tonglu’s attention back.
Tonglu nodded, thought for a mont, and then asked:
"I heard from the Chosen Ones... that the core city of the Elf Clan doesn’t seem to be Feilengcui anymore, but rather a newly established city... called Chosen City?"
Serenadil smiled slightly and explained:
"That’s right, Chosen City is our new Holy City of the Elf Clan. However... Chosen City is not in the real world; it is located in an alternate space opened by the Goddess’ Divine Crown, accessible only by the Elf Clan."
"As for Feilengcui, although it is no longer the Holy City, it still serves as the central city for our Elf Clan and is also a place where we host various events and receive allied clans."
"I see."
Tonglu understood slowly.
He curiously glanced at Rivendell a few more tis, then, under Serenadil’s guidance, stepped into the new Teleportation Array.
The familiar feeling of weightlessness ca again, the vision dimd for a mont, and then suddenly brightened.
When his sight recovered, Tonglu found himself in a castle hall.
And outside the hall, the sound of a resounding dragon’s roar could be heard.
"A dragon?"
There was a faint stir among the Dwarf team.
"No need to panic; that is Lord Mairrel, Mr. Tonglu should have t him before. He is the Black Dragon guarding Sandstorm City for our Elf Clan."
"Tomorrow is the Harvest Festival, and Lord Mairrel was also invited to the celebration, so he has returned to the Elf Forest, where Black Dragon Castle is its lair at the edge of the Elf Forest."
Serenadil explained in a warm voice.
Upon hearing his words, the Dwarf Warriors were amazed and impressed that the elves could ta such a fierce Black Dragon.
But Tonglu seed much more composed.
Old fellow, seen it all.
However, at that mont, a crisp and excited voice suddenly sounded, making Tonglu instantly break his composure:
"Mr. Tonglu, you’re here!"
That was Little Xian Miao in a striking Mage Robe.
Seeing the Elf Girl, Tonglu’s eyes widened in disbelief, with the expression of having seen the Evil God:
"Lord Xiao Xian?!"
"You, you, you, you... weren’t you already killed in battle?!"
His voice was sowhat stamring.
The elf approaching the Dwarf team was not Little Xian Miao alone.
Behind her were a considerable number of followers.
And when Tonglu saw those familiar figures, his eyes, already wide, opened even wider.
Because many of these people... were those who died in the Seal War.
Furthermore, each died more tragically than the last.
"You... you’re all still alive?!"
Tonglu was completely disordered.
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