Upon learning the dwarves’ intention, the two elf guards quickly became enthusiastic.

They were actually aware of the Chosen Ones assisting the Dwarf Kingdom.

Especially after there were "live broadcasts" from the taverns.

However, before the elf guards could invite the dwarves’ team into the city, a large group of elegantly equipped elves swarmed out, having caught wind of the news.

They surrounded the dwarves’ team and greeted Tonglu warmly:

"Mr. Tonglu, what brings you here?"

"Mr. Tonglu, good afternoon!"

These were, of course, players who were alerted by the NPC.

Tonglu couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiastic faces.

Finally... he found that familiar feeling.

Among these elves, he saw many familiar figures who had participated in the Seal War as Elf Chosen Ones.

Having fought side by side before, Tonglu now felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them.

However, as he scanned the group of elves, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

Sadly, some figures were never to be seen again.

That innocent and lively Elf Girl would also never be seen again.

"This visit to the Elf Forest is just in time to propose to the higher-ups of the Elf Clan about the memorial monument, asking them to provide the list of Chosen Ones who fell in the Seal War..."

"Those heroes must be remembered, never forgotten!"

With a sigh, Tonglu’s gaze gradually became resolute.

He adjusted his mindset and explained the reason to the newly arrived elves.

For a moment, the elves became even more enthusiastic, eagerly volunteering to be guides.

This moved Tonglu greatly.

Surrounded by the elves, the dwarven team quickly entered Sandstorm City.

The commotion had also alerted the City Lord of Sandstorm City, Serenadil, who soon appeared to personally receive the envoy group.

Of course, Sandstorm City was merely a transit point.

The ultimate destination of the envoy group was the Elf Forest.

Therefore, after just a brief rest, the dwarven group, guided by the elves, headed toward the Teleportation Array leading to the Dark Mountain Range...

"The Teleportation Array is truly magnificent magic; I hope that one day our Dwarf Kingdom can also make use of it."

Standing before the Teleportation Array in Sandstorm City, Tonglu remarked with a sigh.

For the residents of Segis World, the Teleportation Array is considered quite advanced and common magic.

However, for most races, their usage generally involves short-distance arrays.

As for a large-scale remote Teleportation Array like the one in Sandstorm City, it is quite rare.

On one hand, due to the scarcity of magical materials, and on the other, due to the high maintenance costs.

Of course, the core issue is still the lack of sophistication in the arrays.

Only a magical race like the Elf Clan can afford the relatively lower establishment and maintenance costs of Teleportation Magic.

"Thanks to the Chosen Ones, if the Dwarf Kingdom requires it, we can also assist in establishing related arrays within the Dwarf Kingdom."

Serenadil smiled slightly.

Tonglu’s expression brightened:

"That would be wonderful; once I return, I will certainly report this to His Majesty the King to strengthen cooperation with your side!"

After exchanging a few more words with Serenadil, Tonglu then led the other dwarf warriors into the Teleportation Array.

But just before stepping into the array, Tonglu accidentally caught sight of some familiar figures in the distance from the corner of his eye.

They were several well-equipped elves.

More accurately, they were Elf Chosen Ones who had participated in the Seal War.

However, at the moment Tonglu saw them, his eyes widened in shock.

Because if he was not mistaken, those seemed to be elves who he had personally witnessed dying in the Seal War!

He was absolutely certain because in his memory, those Elf Chosen Ones had died in rather gruesome ways.

Decapitation was just the norm; one of them, he remembered, was even torn into pieces by a Demon Lord...

And when Tonglu wanted to take a closer look, the Teleportation Array had already radiated a bright glow, obscuring his vision.

Space warped, and the scenery changed.

After the teleportation was complete, Tonglu, gazing at the unfamiliar scenery, was momentarily dazed and then shook his head with a wry smile, saying:

"Perhaps I saw it wrong, how could people who have already died appear again..."

The teleportation destination was behind a valley.

Tonglu identified it, thinking it belonged to the Dark Mountain Range.

Around the array was a small elf outpost, seemingly self-established, with various stalls.

And when the dwarf envoy arrived there, even more Elf Chosen Ones came upon hearing the news.

However, Tonglu did not linger long but instead led the team to teleport again, arriving at the next location, the former elven city of creation—Rivendell.

The distance from the Death Desert to the Elf Forest was still too far.

Even with a long-distance Teleportation Array, it still required such constant transfers.

However, through these transfers, Tonglu gained a deeper understanding of elf development.

Take Rivendell, for instance, this lost city of the Elf Clan he once passed by in his youth, back when he was an adventurer, and remembered it being a desolate ruin.

However, upon being teleported there, Tonglu was surprised to find the former ruins completely vanished, replaced by a vibrant canyon city.

Of course, upon closer inspection, one could see remnants of ruins throughout the city, but overall, the entire city was vibrant once more.