The convoy stretched for hundreds of meters as it advanced across the Black Rice Wasteland. Seen from high above, it resembled an earthworm wriggling swiftly across the boundless land.
Hovering in midair, Xu Yi glanced at the streak of green appearing on the distant horizon, and a faint smile touched his lips.
The elves truly lived up to their reputation as a forest-dwelling race. Their affinity with plants was extraordinary.
In a place like the Black Rice Wasteland, where the soil was clearly unsuitable for plant growth, the elves of the Night Song Tribe had actually managed to grow a woodland on the barren land outside the Worrel Werewolf Tribe in less than a year.
According to the report from the Elf Race Warriors who had returned from their last rotation in the Black Rice Wasteland, the woodland surrounding the Worrel Werewolf Tribe now covered more than thirty hectares, even extending beyond the territory under the tribe's control.
To continue advancing the Black Rice Wasteland greening project, the Xinfei Merchant Guild had reached agreements with the four beastman tribes surrounding the Worrel Werewolf Tribe, securing their permission for the elves to restore vegetation within their territories.
In exchange, the Xinfei Merchant Guild had agreed to hire at least a hundred beastmen from each of those four tribes as workers and resolve the issue of their labor permits.
The deal made it sound as though the Xinfei Merchant Guild had been forced into a passive position, compelled to accept the beastmen's terms in order to green the Black Rice Wasteland. In reality, however, everything had been part of Xu Yi's plan.
He knew perfectly well that if he wanted to establish a secure foothold in the Black Rice Wasteland, confronting these beastmen head-on would be an unwise choice. The best approach