The piercing cry of an eagle echoed in the sky.

The sky was clear for miles.

A soaring eagle spread its wings, gliding in the air, surveying the earth below.

The mountains rose and fell, stretching endlessly, the forest lush and boundless.

The intoxicating autumn breeze painted the vibrant forest with hues of gold, red, green, yellow, purple... different colored leaves adorned different trees, and the various trees blended together, forming patches of colorful spots.

Winding rivers and lakes wove between the "patches," continuously adding strokes like silver ribbons and crystal-clear mirrors, occasionally seen by migrating herds of Demon Beasts following the rivers.

All of this interwove to create a colorful and magnificent painting.

This is the autumn of the Elf Forest.

A human paradise with breathtaking scenery in any season.

The eagle continued its flight, soaring over lakes, passing rivers.

Roads, winding or straight, began to appear on the ground, hidden amidst the forest.

They extended endlessly, continuously stretching forward, connecting to distant places...

The eagle kept flying.

Dots of buildings began to appear in its vision, and tiny ant-like pedestrians started appearing on the new earthen roads.

Until... a lush green hill blocked the eagle’s view.

It flapped its wings, altered direction, and ascended higher.

Amidst the piercing eagle’s scream, the brown eagle flew over the hill.

Faint noises gradually reached, distantly carried.

Golden sunlight shone straight ahead, beams dazzling, obscuring vision.

But as the vision gradually cleared, a bustling and beautiful city appeared on the ground.

Exquisite white architecture and vibrant gardens complemented each other, while well-paved roads with white bricks led to the city center.

A dense crowd gathered on the roads, continuously moving towards the expansive and majestic square in the city center.

And on the square, it was already a sea of people, their cheering like a tsunami, startling the proud eagle into a slight confusion.

Several "massive objects" floated in mid-air, their large, elliptical forms blocking out the sun.

The eagle gave a low cry, flapped its wings in panic, and soared away into the distance...

It was at this moment that suddenly, a majestic Black Dragon descended from the sky.

With a cheerful dragon roar, the Black Dragon spread its wings, spanning several dozen meters wide, gently snatched the airborne eagle.

As the Black Dragon swept over the city, cheers and whistles erupted once more from the square below.

"Mairrel! Mairrel!"

They seemed to be shouting a name.

This is Feilengcui, one of the most bustling cities in the Elf Forest.

And today is the most important festival for the elves—the Harvest Festival.

The Dwarf Bronze Furnace sat in the VIP seats of Feilengcui Square, gazing at the Black Dragon flying in the sky, listening to the excited cheers of the elves around, with a slightly surprised expression:

"I didn’t expect the Black Dragon to be so popular among the elves..."

"Of course, the Dragon is our Elf Chosen One’s favorite contract partner and also our Elf Clan’s reliable ally."

Beside Bronze Furnace, also sitting in the VIP seats, Little Xian Miao, who took on the task of receiving the Dwarf Mission, replied with a smile.

"I truly didn’t expect, even the proud Dragon race would hold the Elf Clan in such high regard on this day."

Bronze Furnace sighed slightly.

His gaze withdrew from the sky, looking towards the square, at the dense crowd.

The seats for tens of thousands, which were empty yesterday, were now completely filled with elves, and even then, seemed insufficient.

More elves either sat in the row trees on both sides, stood on rooftops, or gathered in the streets.

A glance revealed nothing but tall and elegant figures.

Even though Bronze Furnace had fought side by side with the elves, witnessed the staggering scale of the Chosen One army, even though Little Xian Miao had communicated with him in advance, informed him about the general population size of the Elf Forest...

Yet, seeing so many elves gathered before him at this moment, filled Bronze Furnace’s heart with awe.

Such a grand spectacle, such a massive crowd, the last time Bronze Furnace saw anything comparable was when he participated as a mercenary in the final grand battle between the Human Holy Mania Empire and the Aries Empire.

And if comparing celebrations, even the current Empress’s coronation of the Holy Mania Empire didn’t witness such a grand scene.

Not to mention, these spectators of the celebration weren’t the populous humans, but the elegant and beautiful long-lived elves.

This number, if not hundreds of thousands, definitely numbered at least... over a hundred thousand.

And all the elves were dressed in magnificent attire, their presence powerful, even the weakest possessed the strength of the Black Iron Middle Rank.

The heritage of the Elf Clan displayed within this, left Bronze Furnace in awe.

Powerful, prosperous, confident, optimistic.

This is not the appearance of a declining race, but rather the glorious sight of a wise race in revival, standing proudly again in the Segis World!

At this moment, the expression of this Dwarf Warrior was quite complex.

There was reverence, envy, yearning, anticipation...

The people with complex expressions were not limited to the Dwarf Mission.

Sitting in the VIP seats as well, the envoy from the Silent City State Alliance of the Underworld, also looked amazed.