There was one particularly interesting development. The six candidates from the two elf villages had originally been widely regarded as the strongest contenders. Their advantage came not from any great contributions they had made, but from the fact that everyone in those two villages had belonged to the former Noble Faction.
Yet when the election began, quite a few people were stunned. Compared with the other candidates, these six had no advantage whatsoever; if anything, they were at a slight disadvantage.
A considerable number of elves in the two villages were voting for outsiders, so the villages became frequent stops for all the candidates. Naturally, the candidates from the elf villages also kept visiting the various districts of Quel'Danil City to canvass for votes.
With a month available for campaigning, most elves were in no hurry to vote and preferred to wait and see. Many also went to the Temple District to look over the candidates' information.
Compared with the bustle in the Temple District, the elves at the recruitment office were bored out of their minds. But Yu Lin Bloodhawk could do nothing about their boredom. There simply weren't enough recruits; even if he dug three feet into the ground, he wouldn't find anyone.
It would be at least several years before he could recruit elves from the two villages. It was certainly impossible now, so he stopped worrying about a problem he had no way to solve.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk, that hotheaded street punk, had spent several anxious months after beating someone up. When no one came to retaliate, he finally relaxed. His attention turned back to development in The Hinterlands.
Food had always been the top priority in production. Almost all the human refugees had been assigned to village groups, and taking in more refugees was no