Dark Elf!

"If we can't win that, it's still better than now. At the very least, we'll be able to learn the Twelve-Petal Lotus Platform's Method of Cultivation."

"That's true..."

The voices of discussion gradually shifted from anger to thought, from resistance to weighing the pros and cons.

The Fire Elves had fiery tempers, but they were not brainless.

They knew that submitting to the Wood Elves might cost them some things, but it would also bring them some things.

And what they would lose was empty reputation; what they would gain was solid, tangible benefit.

No matter how they calculated this account, they would not come out at a loss.

Not to mention, Elder Yan Lie's final words had already spread quietly among the upper ranks.

The Tree God was about to step into the Heaven Ascension Realm, and when that time came, his true body might disappear.

At that point, who would have the final say over the Sun Well's ownership was still uncertain.

Flames ignited once more in the Fire Elves' eyes.

They were the flames of ambition.

Before long, the Fire Elves' vanguard was fully armed and ready to depart.

Five hundred Fire Elf warriors rode flame warhorses, gripping flaming spears, lined up in perfect order on the plaza below Flame Emperor Mountain.

They wore crimson armor embedded with fire-attribute spirit stones, flashing with dazzling light beneath the sun.

Behind them were dozens of enormous war chariots loaded with all kinds of supplies—ore, timber, grain, medicinal herbs, as well as tools and materials needed to build houses.

Yan Lie stood on the high platform, looking down at the warriors below. His gaze swept over them, his eyes full of gratification.

"You are the finest warriors of my Fire Elf race."

His voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing