Moving?!

At this moment, it was as if a single word stirred waves, and the Half-Elves, who were trying to maintain their composure, suddenly erupted into chaos, their faces filled with panic.

"Moving? How is that possible? This is our home, we’re not going anywhere."

"It took us half a year to transform this place into what it is now. If we leave, everyone’s efforts will be wasted."

"Where can we go? We worked hard to establish a base here, and if we leave, we’ll have to start building all over again."

For the Half-Elves, they have a special attachment to this place. Their abilities differ, and their appearances vary, but their experiences are remarkably similar. Because of their Half-Elf identity, they have been treated with disdain since childhood, even their parents looked at them with disgust and wariness.

To the elves, Half-Elves are like elves with human characteristics.

In the eyes of humans, Half-Elves are hybrid beings with elf genes.

In the face of this chaotic lineage, they cannot receive fairness.

As an elf’s affiliate, they originally lived peacefully in the forest, but with the appearance of a huge rift, a group of several hundred people, deemed inferior, was arranged by the elf leadership to explore.

Mata.

Is the leader of these people.

However, shortly after they arrived here, and after exploring some basic information, the rift connecting to their homeland suddenly disappeared, leaving them stranded here.

In this unfamiliar environment, they gathered together to avoid harm from the world’s (Natives) and attacks from terrifying monsters.

With great difficulty, they found a shelter.

But now, Mata actually claimed they must move, something the Half-Elves clearly could not accept.

At critical moments, no one would willingly leave their home. However, the food at the base was becoming increasingly scarce, and without the help of ships and professionals, catching the daily fish required for the tribe was a very troublesome task.

The ocean is not easy to deal with.

When hunting, the relationship between Half-Elves and fish can very easily change from being the hunter to the hunted.

A terrifying experience.

Leave here.

This might be the only option now.

Seeing everyone’s expressions, Mata shook her head and said calmly, yet couldn’t hide the gloom between her brows:

"Our food is running out, and the ocean is too dangerous. To obtain enough food, we must go inland to find a way. However, once we land, we are bound to become the main targets."

"Imagine how miserable life would be if you were captured—you’d be sold like a pet, your dignity trampled upon, and some twisted slave owners might even train you to be the lowest slaves, torturing every inch of your skin with the most brutal means. By then, you’d seek neither life nor death."

Mata painted a cruel picture for everyone, showing that in this world, they had no relatives and had to rely entirely on their efforts.

A single mistake could cause them to fall into the Abyss.

"You’re talking nonsense, I’ll never be caught!"

Izso’s face was pale, showing extreme unease. Although her tone still opposed Mata, her trembling voice betrayed her current panic.

This is something beyond dispute.

The (Natives) of this world do not appear friendly, and being Half-Elves is an original sin. Upon seeing these beautiful Half-Elves, very few can remain calm.

They are not children.

Once captured, they know they would face utter despair. It is a tacit understanding among everyone, and for Izso, if that time really comes, she’d rather die than be captured.

After all, death is only painful for a moment, but once captured, it’s tantamount to an endless Hell.

There is no end.

Every world has good and bad people, and in a new world without Order and morality, some hooligans become completely corrupted, showing no compassion, becoming nothing more than beasts.

Mata stepped forward, scanning everyone with her gaze, and said calmly, "Look at us, from birth we were labeled as half-breeds. This is our fate, also the future of most people."

"But now, we’ve come here. There’s no high authority to exploit us, but we need to live. During this time, we need to make changes!"

"Imagine a picture, if we stay here, food cannot be secured, and once an enemy attacks here, we would not even have the capability to retaliate."

"A home can be rebuilt if lost, but if life is lost, then there’s nothing left. Think about your future, do you want to be bred like livestock?"

"Leaving here is the only way."

"Leaving does not mean retreating. This might just be a detour. Now what we need to do, has only one purpose, and that is to find a backer and start anew."

"This might be risky, but someone has to try. I will lead a small team to make contact with the opposition. If I don’t return, Izso will become the new successor."

Izso.

The girl’s tan skin gives off a healthy and energetic vibe, possibly containing other bloodlines, she even has a black tail, and on her head, her slightly curly brown hair is tied into a relaxed and lively braid.

Silver Peak.

This small and somewhat rebellious-looking Half-Elf holds a position as a Guard in the faction.

The Half-Elves’ faces were shrouded in heaviness.

They tried to refute, yet couldn’t speak up. In some ways, everything Mata said is true, being Half-Elves is their unavoidable fate.

All along, they were like street rats, avoiding humans, but even so, the humans wouldn’t leave them alone.

Izso’s cheeks showed hatred, her small hands clenched tight, eager to resist, yet she was powerless.

The land below is an unfamiliar environment, not a world they’re familiar with. Compared to the stable forest, the dangers here are beyond anyone’s imagination.

Follow humans.

This always felt somewhat off.

But there’s no choice, in the face of predicament, they must attempt.

Rather than waiting for death, it’s better to go out and seek new opportunities.

Meet humans.

Meet a human who defeated a Giant Dragon.

Though the plan sounds crazy, it’s undeniable that it is the last route for the Half-Elves, and also... the only route.

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