"Jingle, jangle~"
The trade caravan's carts rang with bells from time to time.
When Fang Yuan left the Goblin Duchy,
he joined a merchant caravan heading for Verdant Capital as a traveler.
The Elf Race in this world differed somewhat in its habits from the Elves of the Old Continent.
From the very beginning, they had not lived in forests.
Instead, they had chosen the grasslands.
The Elf Race of the Old Continent, meanwhile, had always lived in forests.
Only after the Racial War began
did the Elf Race gradually migrate to the mountains, grasslands, plains, and other regions to settle.
Through interacting with the merchants in the caravan,
Fang Yuan also learned that the Elves of this world were not an artistic, peace-loving race.
Instead, they were warmongers who rode the fine horses of the grasslands and raided everywhere.
Even the Beastmen were deeply wary of the Grassland Elves.
On the grasslands, the Elf Race, peerless in mounted archery, was the nightmare of the Beastmen Legion.
The Elf Race had once been a vassal of the Dragon God Empire.
Later, because the Elves had plundered the treasure of a dragon belonging to the Dragon God Empire,
the Dragon God Empire had issued an extermination order against them.
Left with no choice, they had sought refuge with the Beastmen.
The Beastmen, meanwhile, had suffered terribly at the hands of the Elf Race on the battlefield.
To secure the allegiance of such a powerful race,
the Beastmen Empire had not hesitated to wage war against the Dragon God Empire for thirty years.
Only after three emperors had died did they manage to protect the Elf Race.
After gaining the allegiance of the Elf Race, the Beastmen Empire was rewarded in turn.
For three thousand years,
the Dragon God Empire had been