Feist Plain
Southern hills.
A village of Elf was engulfed in flames, and a group of Hunting Bear clad in animal skins, carrying Archery and spears, stood at their feet amidst the blazing ruins.
The bodies were those of Elf of elves and Hunting Bear; clearly, this battle had caused them heavy casualties.
The lead Hunting Bear was enveloped in a dense power of the earth, a power bestowed upon the Hunting Bear clan by the gods.
At this moment.
Several Hunting Bear gathered from all directions and spoke to him.
"Chief, all the Elf in this village have been killed."
The Hunting Bear's face looked particularly ferocious in the reflection of the raging flames, and he nodded.
"Good, very well done."
"Gentlemen, in these past few days, we have burned down nineteen Elf villages in the Moyema Region, thus completing the goddess's task. Next, we will rest for a few days before heading to the Natiya Region to join the army of the gods' followers."
"Yes, Chief!"
The Hunting Bear' faces lit up with joy.
Slaughtering Elf villages—what could be more thrilling than following the gods and participating in divine war?
"Disperse, everyone. Get some rest, and be ready to fight again anytime!"
"Yes."
Then, he glanced quietly at his son, a young Hunting Bear, and called out.
"Alavega, come with me, I have something to ask you."
The young Hunting Bear followed.
The leader led him a short distance away and asked.
"Have you obtained the Elf magic tomes?"
"We've got them, Father. This Elf has indeed just migrated from the Natiya Forest; they still retain the earth and wood magic of the Elf race. But what do we need them for?"
The young Hunting Bear asked, puzzled.
The Hunting Bear leader sighed.
"The divine power bestowed by the goddess may be formidable, but it is ultimately a tree without roots, while the magical power of the Elf, though not as powerful as divine power, is its own unique strength."
"We learned this when the Elf migrated here and began trading with us."
"And not all of us Hunting Bear can receive divine power bestowed by the goddess, but magic is a power that everyone can learn and utilize."
The young Hunting Bear nodded in sudden realization.
"Father, is this your own idea?"
"No, this is the shared idea of the thirteen chieftains of the Hunting Bear Tribes. I will make copies of these books for them."
"Of course, once our people learn it, this power can no longer be called magic; we will give it a new name."
The Hunting Bear leader laughed.
"I see."
The young Hunting Bear nodded.
"Alright, don't tell those earth priests about these things; they won't understand us."
"Um."
After his son had walked away, the Hunting Bear leader sat by the campfire, his gaze complex.
"The gods are forever high above, looking down upon mortals. Even if we are favored now, how can we guarantee that they will protect us forever?"
"The fact that Elf used magic to fight against the gods proves that magic really works."
It's no wonder the Hunting Bear leaders resorted to such a desperate measure; having lived on the land with the Goddess of the Earth for so many years, they had come to understand her personality to some extent.
In the goddess's eyes, the Hunting Bear were at most of a useful tool.
After all, they weren't good-looking and weren't actually favored by the Goddess of the Earth.
Over the years, the goddess has even been searching for an intelligent race with adorable appearance to be her new kin.
The eastern coast of the Inner Ring Sea.
A vast army of strangely shaped Fish People emerged from the sea.
They came ashore, reeking of the sea, wielding stone spears and harpoons, shouting loudly.
"For the glory of the God of the Sea, Fish People, slay these blasphemous Elf!"
On the shore.
An Spirit Soldier clad in Elf leather armor, armed with Archery, shields, and longswords, stood ready for battle.
Meanwhile, a troop of Dwarf cavalry riding goats and clad in iron armor hid in the jungle along the shore, waiting for their chance.
A beautiful Elf woman stood in the midst of the army and shouted to her companions.
"Brothers and sisters, behind us lies our Natiya Forest. In this battle, even if we die, we will never allow these filthy Fish People to advance an inch!"
"Release the arrows!"
"Yes!"
Swish, swish, swish!
An endless rain of arrows fell from the sky, pinning a large group of Fish People who had come ashore to their deaths.
The Northlands.
A Elf team of elves, dressed in thick sweaters, stood in front of their Village, looking wearily ahead.
Those were dozens of enormous North Wind Wolf, lying dead in the snow.
"Finally, they're all gone. Those Winter Wolf, wave after wave."
An Elf woman spoke.
"Yes, they're like madmen. Just a few days ago, they were trading animal meat with us."
A middle-aged Elf sighed, then looked south.
"I wonder what's become of the Natiya Forest now."
"Let's wait and see. Even if we go there now, it won't change anything."
"Trust Queen Natiya, trust our people. Follow their instructions and protect our village."
East, West, South, North.
Countless Elf villages were attacked by the gods' brethren. Some villages were burned to the ground and everyone was wiped out, while Elf managed to hold on. Some villages were shattered, and the Elf inside were forced to leave, joining forces with other Elf in the surrounding area who had suffered the same fate.
This actually facilitated the establishment of the future Elf town.
West of the Natiya Forest.
Here lies a vast, endless plain called the Feist Plain, covered with low-lying bushes and grasses.
Further southwest across the plain, beyond a river and a mountain range, lies the famous Anbis Mountains.
now.
The tranquility of the past was gone from this plain.
The great armies of the gods gathered here.
On the land, there were Philo people from the twin islands of Nupas in the outer sea, dressed in leather armor and carrying wooden spears and bronze swords, arrayed in front.
There was a group of Hunting Bear from the southern hilly areas, each one tall and mighty, carrying huge baskets filled with spears, their eyes fixed on the prey.
There are Giant from all over the world, including Frost Giant, Sea Giant, Cloud Giant, Flame Giant, and so on.
A North Wind Wolf Race from the North howled across the sky.
In the sky, enormous Dragon capable of spewing fire soared through the air, while the Fetrola Divine Eagle, with its golden feathers, hovered among the clouds.
Hundreds of divine beings appeared here.
And on the opposite side.
It was a fully armed Elf army.
There were Elf Archery clad in golden armor, Elf Mage in long robes, Elf Knight riding stags, Elf Warrior wielding scimitars and large shields, and Dwarf heavy cavalry riding goats.
And behind them.
It was a building so magnificent that even the Creator couldn't help but cast his gaze upon it.
The Tower of Babel, a towering Heaven-Reaching Tower.