Mountain Elf

Yan Beng's mouth opened as if he wanted to argue, but in the end, nothing came out.

The Fourth Elder, Yan Tie, was a tall, honest-looking middle-aged Mountain Elf.

His skin was gray-brown, like a rusted lump of iron.

His eyes were dark brown, his gaze dull, making him look somewhat slow-witted.

His voice was slow and clumsy. "Submit... then we submit. Anyway... wherever we are, we live. Divine Wood Forest... has trees... has food... better than here."

Though his words came out in fits and starts, his meaning was clear—he did not oppose submitting.

The Fifth Elder, Yan Tu, was a thin, sharp-faced old man.

He was one of the rare "smart people" among the Mountain Elves, skilled at calculation.

But at this moment, he only sighed. "The Tree God's strength is right there before us. We have no choice. Besides, submitting to the Wood Elves may not be a bad thing."

"The Spirit Energy in Divine Wood Forest is far richer than in the Bedrock Mountain Range, and there are good things like the Sun Well and the World Tree. If we go there, we might even bask in their light."

Rock Peak nodded, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the elders.

But he did not rush to a conclusion. Instead, he fell silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice becoming even deeper.

"Have any of you thought about why we must stay in the Bedrock Mountain Range?"

The elders all froze at the same time.

Rock Peak continued, "The Bedrock Mountain Range is the foothold our ancestors found after escaping the enslavement of the Dwarves. Though this place is barren, at least it is safe."

"Though the Dwarves are powerful, they would not occupy a mountain range with nothing in it. That is why