The small carriage slowly made its way toward the easternmost edge of the Red Soil Continent. Lush vegetation swiftly withered away, giving way to rare barren mountain ranges. Crimson rocks and weathered gravel lay exposed, and when the autumn wind blew, the air carried a faint scent of dust.
Li Ziran lifted the curtain and glanced toward the yellowing hills in the distance. He could vaguely make out terraced fields.
The yellowed wheat stalks stood in the fields as neatly as if their hair had been shaved off. On the faraway hills stood magical detection towers, flickering with pale blue light. There should have been Mages stationed there.
If Goblins had perfectly combined elements and machinery, then the Human Race was the race most skilled at applying elements to ordinary production.
These magical detection towers were not meant to guard against enemies, but to monitor elemental changes. Such towers stood on nearly every hill, while the weather-control agency under the Triangle Council compiled and broadcast conditions across various regions according to elemental fluctuations. Through precise monitoring of elemental currents, ordinary humans could avoid disasters as much as possible.
Li Ziran was not the ruler of a nation, but he could tell that the Human Race's strength was no accident.
He pursued details in surgery and believed that was the foundation of the strong. Clearly, the Human Race had magic firmly in its grasp.
This was a precious treasure for a race. Letting ordinary beings grow accustomed to the transcendent power of elements would absolutely become formidable capital.
This was only the outer edge of the frontier. They were still far from the border of the Human Domain.
The Human Race had surpassed the Elves not simply because of an Elemental Gland. They were far more outstanding in building a foundation