"The Elf Race and the Shadow Clan are separated by no more than a thousand li. The Human Race has come this time with overwhelming momentum; they have clearly been truly angered. My Elf Race has enjoyed good relations with the Human Race for generations."
"But if the Human Race drives the Shadow Clan into a corner, and the Shadow Clan, trapped at the end of the road, turns its eyes toward my Elf Race, then another calamity of devastation will follow."
"Where, then, does the future of my Elf Race lie?"
The Elf Queen patrolled her Life Forest, her face heavy with sorrow.
The Elf Race could not be called weak, but they certainly were not strong either. In terms of overall strength, they could not even rank among the top thirty in the entire Eastern Continent.
Yet the Shadow Clan ranked ninth. If they failed to withstand the Human Race's assault and, with nowhere left to turn, launched a massive invasion of the Elf Race, then it would be the Elf Race that suffered.
After all, the Elf Race and the Shadow Clan's stronghold were separated by only a thousand li.
Moreover, according to her observations over the past few days, no fewer than fifty Shadow Clan scouts had already been discovered along the Elf Race's borders.
That was also the reason for her deep concern.
The Elf Race had always kept apart from worldly strife and grown weary of war—a thoroughly Buddhist-like race. Yet they had been on good terms with the Human Race for generations, and though the Elf Race was weak, that was why no one had attacked them.
But now, knowing they could not defeat the Human Race and with their Demon Race patron ignoring them, the Shadow Clan watched as the Human Race