The Elven Cultivator

Gray Rock Castle.

Thorvin pushed open the stone door and walked into the council hall, only to find it already full of people.

The upper echelon of Gray Rock Castle were gathered around a massive oak long table, cups in hand, whispering amongst themselves.

Of course, a Dwarf’s ”whisper” was no different from a full-throated shout to any race with normal hearing.

A cacophony of rough voices blended together, making the hall as noisy as ever.

Thorvin’s gaze swept across the hall, and he quickly found two familiar figures in the middle of the long table.

He strode over and sat in an empty seat beside Hagrid and Knut.

The moment his rear touched the chair, he eagerly asked them, ”Is the news confirmed?”

Knut put down his cup, wiped his mouth haphazardly, and grumbled, ”How could news this sensational be fake?”

”We already sent someone to confirm,” Hagrid chimed in, his face a mask of astonishment. ”The Radiant Ash Dragon, Isaac, is truly dead. Anton was the one who killed him. The entire Dragon City has been taken over by the Silver Moon Clan.”

Although he had anticipated this outcome, the moment Hagrid confirmed it, Thorvin was stunned for a moment, an indescribable shock washing over him.

When he first heard that Kresol Dragon City was marching on the Silver Moon Forest, he had secretly felt sympathy and pity for the Silver Moon Clan’s plight.

The most powerful force on the Eldron Plain had mobilized its entire army, their blades pointed straight at the Silver Moon Forest. No matter how you looked at it, it should have been a one-sided slaughter with no suspense.

Who could have predicted that things would end this way?

In fact, he wasn’t the only one.

Until the war ended, no one living on the Eldron Plain believed the Silver Moon Clan had any chance of defeating Kresol Dragon City.

The best outcome they had envisioned was the Silver Moon Clan holding off Kresol Dragon City’s assault with that strange array, forcing a stalemate that would eventually compel Kresol Dragon City to retreat.

From then on, the Eldron Plain would have another power capable of rivaling Kresol Dragon City.

The factions caught in the middle, like them, would have some of the pressure taken off and a little more breathing room.

Who could have imagined the Silver Moon Clan would just straight-up crush Kresol Dragon City!

Even the Radiant Ash Dragon died under Anton’s sword!

It was enough to make your jaw drop to the floor!

”I can’t believe that Anton...” Hagrid started, then suddenly realized something and quickly corrected himself. ”Ahem... that Lord Anton has actually ascended to the Legend rank.”

”Back when we joined forces with the Silver Moon Clan against the Molten Spike Tribe, he wasn’t even at Golden Peak. It’s only been sixty years, and now he’s a Legendary Powerhouse.”

”Isn’t that the truth,” Knut nodded in deep agreement.

’A one-hundred-and-forty-year-old Legendary Powerhouse.’

That would be considered extremely young even among the Human Race.

Let alone for a long-lived race like the Elves.

With the lifespan of the Elf Race, Anton’s future achievements were practically limitless.

He might even be able to reach for the realm of a Saint.

Listening to his two friends’ conversation, Thorvin was filled with a complex sense of wonder.

When he first met Anton, although the man had already shown astonishing talent, he never imagined Anton would reach such heights.

Just then, the clamor in the hall suddenly died down.

Thorvin looked up to see a Dwarf with a white beard and hair walk in through the main entrance.

”Great Elder.”

The Dwarves around the long table rose to their feet to greet him.

The newcomer was none other than the Great Elder of Gray Rock Castle, Titus.

Titus walked to the head of the long table, sat in the main seat, and his gaze slowly swept over everyone present.

”You all know the news,” he said, getting straight to the point. ”I’ve called you here today to discuss the matter of the Radiant Ash Dragon’s death.”

The hall fell silent, and the Dwarves all wore solemn expressions.

They were all well aware that the impact of the Radiant Ash Dragon’s death was far more than a simple shift in the power dynamics of the Eldron Plain.

The deeper meaning it represented was what was truly frightening.

A young Dwarf was the first to break the silence. ”Great Elder, I think the rumors about the Dragon Race losing the Dragon God’s protection are most likely true.”

”Otherwise, with the strength of a Legendary Giant Dragon, even if it couldn’t win, it should have had no problem escaping. How could it die at the hands of a peer who just ascended to the Legend rank?”

At these words, the Dwarves nodded subconsciously.

A Giant Dragon protected by the power of the Dragon God is an invincible existence among its peers. This was an accepted iron law on the Dawn Continent.

It had never been broken in nearly ten thousand years.

Even a Saint might not be able to kill a Legendary Giant Dragon, at most managing to drive it away.

If Isaac had been able to use the power of the Dragon God, it would have been absolutely impossible for Anton to kill him.

Thorvin suddenly spoke up. ”Great Elder, what did the Heart of the Mountains say?”

The hall fell quiet once again.

The Dwarves all looked toward Titus at the head of the table.

Just as the Jade Royal Court is a top-tier power for the Elf Race, the Heart of the Mountains is a top-tier power for the Dwarf Race.

It is located in the Kazadum Mountains in the north of the continent, and it controls a Magic Equipment trade network that spans more than half of the Dawn Continent.

Through this channel, the Heart of the Mountains maintains contact with numerous Dwarf factions.

And as one of the most powerful factions on the Dawn Continent, the Heart of the Mountains would certainly have better information than they did.

”The Heart of the Mountains hasn’t given a clear answer,” Titus said in a low voice. ”But from their tone... it’s almost certainly the case.”

BUZZ!

The Dwarves immediately burst into a commotion.

The Dragon Race’s ability to rule the Dawn Continent for nearly ten thousand years relied on the protection of the Dragon God.

Without the power of the Dragon God, the Dragon Race’s strength would be greatly diminished.

Although still powerful, they would no longer be invincible.

And would the races that had been oppressed by the Dragon Race for thousands of years miss this once-in-a-millennium opportunity?

The answer was obvious.

The atmosphere in the hall grew strange.

The shock on the Dwarves’ faces gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable excitement and anticipation.

Taking in the expressions of his kinsmen, Titus said gravely, ”If nothing unexpected happens, turmoil will soon arrive.”

”Although the Eldron Plain is remote and far from the central continent, it will be impossible to stay out of it. We must prepare early.”

The Dwarves nodded one after another, not with the slightest bit of panic, but rather with expressions of eager anticipation, as if rubbing their hands together.

Making a move against the Dragon Race—something they wouldn’t have even dared to dream of before—could now very well become a reality.

Just the thought of it made them incredibly excited.

Dwarves have never feared a fight, especially against those stinking lizards who have been lording over them for thousands of years.

”As for the Silver Moon Clan...”

Titus’s next words pulled the Dwarves’ attention back.

He paused before continuing, ”We must continue to foster good relations with them.”

The Dwarves glanced at each other, all nodding in agreement.

Not a single one raised an objection.

Never mind that the Silver Moon Clan now had the only Legendary Sword Saint on the Eldron Plain; the sheer military might they displayed in this war was enough to earn their reverence.

A power that was so strong, yet didn’t force them to hand over resources, was naturally one they should spare no effort in befriending.

Besides, there’s no shame in latching on to a powerful ally.

Especially since Gray Rock Castle already had a foundation of cooperation with the Silver Moon Clan.

Whether it was fighting side-by-side against the Molten Spike Tribe, the joint mining of the Frost Pattern Silver vein, or the ongoing trade of Magic Cores, these were all tangible signs of friendship.

In this respect, Gray Rock Castle had an advantage over other factions.

Seeing that everyone was in agreement, Titus nodded with satisfaction.

”Anton has already ascended to the Legend rank. According to the customs of the Silver Moon Clan, he will most likely succeed the position of Clan Leader.”

He looked toward Thorvin. ”Thorvin, Hagrid, and Knut, when the time comes, you will go to the Silver Moon Forest and present a generous gift on behalf of Gray Rock Castle to offer our congratulations.”

It was Thorvin, Hagrid, and Knut who had led the support party to aid the Silver Moon Clan during the battle with the Molten Spike Tribe.

With this friendly connection, it was better for them to be the ones to go.

”Yes, Great Elder,” the three replied in unison.

...

At the same time, similar scenes were playing out in various places across the Eldron Plain.

Bishui Port, Changhu Town, Morning Star Town, North Wind Camp...

In almost every place inhabited by intelligent life, people were discussing the Silver Moon Clan’s annihilation of Kresol Dragon City and Anton’s slaying of the Radiant Ash Dragon.

Shock, awe, celebration, curiosity, fear, worry...

But regardless of their emotions, everyone had to admit one fact.

Kresol Dragon City, which had ruled the Eldron Plain for thousands of years, was now history.

And the once inconspicuous Silver Moon Clan, which had been tucked away in a corner, had taken Kresol Dragon City’s place to become the most powerful force on the plain.

Overnight, the scales of power had completely tipped.

The races that had once trembled under the dragons’ might, the factions that had been forced to bow their heads to Dragon City for their survival, were now all re-evaluating their positions, wondering whether they should make overtures to the Silver Moon Clan.

Or to be more precise, how to make an overture that would convey the sincerity of their intentions.

Furthermore, the impact of this event extended far beyond this.

The news of Anton slaying the Radiant Ash Dragon was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, sending ripples far beyond the borders of the Eldron Plain.

Many with a keen sense of smell had already realized that a greater upheaval was on the horizon.

The fall of Kresol Dragon City was not just the changing of the guard for a local power; it was likely a microcosm of the coming shift in the entire geopolitical landscape of the Dawn Continent.

A storm that would sweep across the entire continent was brewing.

And as the instigator of this event, the name Anton Silver Moon reached the ears of many and entered the sights of numerous powers.

Some enthusiasts even gave him a title—the Fallen Dragon Sword Saint!

This was due to his identity as a member of the Fallen Dragon Association, and it also symbolized his feat of slaying a Giant Dragon.

And so, the name of the Fallen Dragon Sword Saint began to spread with the surging undercurrents.