The yellow sand stretches far and wide, the sky is high, the clouds sparse.

Accompanied by the piercing cries of eagles, one majestic griffin after another descended from the sky, landing just outside the gates of Sandstorm City.

Then, one by one, short figures gently leaped off the backs of the griffins.

To one’s surprise, they were all well-equipped Dwarves.

They gazed curiously at the distant city gates.

In the forefront of the Dwarves, there was also a Golden Griffin whose size and majesty far surpassed that of its companions.

After it came to a steady halt, two figures, one large and one small, effortlessly jumped off its back onto the ground.

No, perhaps calling them one large and one small isn’t quite right.

Because even the taller of the two was quite short compared to the Elves who were curiously watching the Dwarven group.

They were both Dwarves, one elderly and one young.

The older Dwarf was in his prime, with a thick beard and black curly hair hanging down his back. Though his armor was simple, it was clearly made of extraordinary materials.

The younger Dwarf had a rather adorable appearance and was dressed in luxurious clothing. His eyes were wide open, and he was excitedly and curiously examining the tall city gate before him.

After the two had landed on the ground, all the other Dwarves respectfully stood behind them, forming a loyal guard.

The older Dwarf first instructed the Dwarf Warriors beside him on how to settle the griffins, then glanced at the sky and sighed with relief:

"Thankfully, that dragon isn’t here..."

Then he turned to the young man beside him and, with a gentle smile, said:

"Your Highness, we have arrived; this is Sandstorm City."

Hearing the words of the older Dwarf, the young Dwarf’s eyes lit up.

"Sandstorm City! This is Sandstorm City! Grandpa Tonglu, can we go to the Elf Forest from here?"

He asked excitedly.

"Of course, with the help of the Elf Transmission Array, we will reach there soon."

The older Dwarf chuckled.

The elderly Dwarf was none other than Tonglu, the Legendary Warrior with the title of "Sky Knight."

Present here was the envoy from the Dwarf Kingdom.

It had been three days since the end of the Seal War, and this time, Tonglu, representing the Dwarf Kingdom, led the official delegation to visit the Elf Clan once again.

Unlike the last emergency plea for help, this time Tonglu would formally visit the Elf Forest on behalf of the Kingdom, participate in the Elven festival celebration, and formally propose an alliance to the Elf Clan.

This was the instruction of the Dwarf Pope and the intention of the current King of the Dwarf Kingdom.

During these days of the Seal War, the entire Dwarf Kingdom had clearly seen the strength and friendliness of the Elf Clan.

Faced with such a race, no one was unwilling to extend goodwill and forge friendships.

To this end, the King of the Dwarf Kingdom even sent his only prince as one of the envoys, highlighting the importance of this matter.

Looking at the familiar city gates before him and recalling the instructions of the Pope and the King before his departure, Tonglu’s expression became ever more solemn.

But when he saw the Elves coming and going by the city gates, his gaze gradually took on a hint of nostalgia.

He was reminded of the battles from a few days ago, the fearless sacrifices of the Elf Chosen Ones...

"In just a few days, though the scenery remains unchanged, the people have already transformed."

He sighed softly.

Although the war had ended.

Although the statue of the Goddess of Life had shattered and disappeared after completing its goal.

But that fierce battle seemed like it happened just yesterday; everything was vivid in his mind.

Even now, Tonglu would occasionally feel dazed, finding the disappearance of the Evil God’s seal, which had affected the Dwarf Kingdom for thousands of years and led to the gradual decline of the Dwarf Clan, unreal.

After a brief moment of reflection, Tonglu waved to the accompanying warriors:

"Let’s move, into the city."

Upon hearing Tonglu’s command, the Dwarves straightened, forming a neat formation as they proceeded toward the city gates.

The Dwarf group was quite noticeable and attracted attention easily.

Before they entered the city, they quickly caught the attention of the city gate guards.

They were two tall Elves in silver armor.

Upon seeing the Dwarf group, they asked calmly but cautiously:

"Dwarf friends, where are you coming from and why do you wish to enter the city?"

Hearing the Elves’ words, Tonglu gave them a curious look.

For some reason, he felt these Elves seemed different to him...

How to say it, they seemed overly reserved and not as enthusiastic as he had imagined.

He still remembered the enthusiastic reception from the Elves when he first entered Sandstorm City!

Well, that’s not entirely accurate.

To be precise, the reserved yet moderately enthusiastic manner was Tonglu’s original impression of the Elves.

However, the interactions with the Elf Chosen Ones these days had completely overturned his understanding of the Elves, making the encounter with these relatively "normal" ones somewhat disorienting.

Of course, Tonglu did not know that the Elves before him were real Elves.

And the previous ones were merely players.

Guard duty, such a tedious task, had gradually been left to the actual Elf NPCs as the number of Elves increased.

Now, the guards in each Elf city were mostly hired Elf NPCs.

Sandstorm City had officially transferred responsibilities two days ago to real Elves for maintaining city order. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Wearing a friendly smile, Tonglu explained their purpose to the Elf guards.