Face-to-Face with the Clan Chief

Face-to-Face with the Clan Chief

Entering the Wood Elf village, everything was more or less as Shilke had initially expected.

Compared with their former village, the biggest difference here was the environment: one was on the grasslands, while the other was in the forest.

As for development...

There were basically no obvious signs of development. At most, they had built some tree houses for their people to live in.

This was also within Shilke's expectations. After all, that was simply how the Elf race was. They would not deliberately pursue development; put simply, as long as nothing affected their daily lives, that was enough.

In the past, Shilke had not thought there was anything wrong with this approach. But looking back now, he could only feel that it was utterly unbearable to watch. They had simply been wasting time, wasting their lives.

Needless to say, life in Great Zhou had long since completely overturned the outlook of Shilke and all the other Grassland Elves.

Now, even if they were asked to return to their former state, they could no longer go back.

Along the way, as Shilke observed the Wood Elves he saw along the road, those Wood Elves were observing him as well.

Compared with the Wood Elves, whose clothing was still fairly primitive, Shilke could absolutely be called dazzling. They were all elves, yet he seemed completely out of place here.

But Shilke showed little discomfort because of it. He walked with his head held high the entire way, appearing exceptionally open and upright, leaving a deep impression on many Wood Elves along the road.

"Shilke of the Grassland Elves pays his respects to the Wood Elf clan chief!"

Walking into a tree house whose roof was completely covered in creeping vines, Shilke looked at the figure seated