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"Oh Goddess of Nature, please drive these savage creatures away from our island swiftly. Your devout follower has heard the summons of the Grim Reaper. If you save your follower, I will definitely go to the temple to pray on time today..." This was the voice of an elf. Though blessed with innate talents, not every elf becomes a mage or an archer. Those stationed on the 'Coral Island of Songs' are the ones with limited power, at most able to cast fireballs two or three times a day, and their arrows do not fly far. Yet, they are adaptable and skilled in communication, which is why they have this job. After prolonged interaction with humans, their personalities have grown closer to those of human merchants.

However, no deity is at one's beck and call. Thus, it wasn’t until the three girls, exhausted from play, returned to the island to eat, bathe, and sleep soundly, that the welcoming party from the elven kingdom finally arrived.

But the presence of one among them surprised Chen Xuanfeng.

"Ah, that so-called prince, is it you? Long time no see... no... aren’t you a wood elf? Why are you appearing with the high elves?"

This seemingly young but quite composed wood elf man actually had some history with Chen Xuanfeng. He was the father of the half-elf female archer Aviere, whom Chen Xuanfeng had captured before establishing Fontainebleau, and the husband of the current wood elf queen, Prince Alvin.

At the time, Chen Xuanfeng was merely a fifteen-year-old boy. He happened to encounter a mercenary group that Aviere was part of, which had entered the orc territory and slaughtered a werewolf village. He then rallied a group of snow wolf youths to pursue them through the night, ultimately defeating the mercenary group and capturing all its core members, including the half-elf girl. Later, some captives were ransomed and freed, others surrendered and became Chen Xuanfeng’s allies, while Aviere was personally ransomed by her father in exchange for the service of a hundred elf craftsmen for three years.

Though only six or seven years have passed, for Chen Xuanfeng, who has weathered many storms, it was natural not to always recall a reclusive elf prince. If it weren’t for the other’s long lifespan and unchanged appearance, it would be difficult for Chen Xuanfeng to recall his identity. However, it was quite awkward that Chen Xuanfeng had completely forgotten his name.

But haven’t the wood elves already parted ways with the high elves? How could they be together now?

Chapter 40: The Sea Route of the Werewolf Hero

Since Chen Xuanfeng was visiting the elven kingdom as an orc envoy, he had naturally taken the time to undo his human transformation before coming, restoring his appearance as the Snow Wolf Lord. His silver hair gleamed like snow, with two sharp wolf ears jutting out on either side, resembling elf ears in length. His face had more angular features compared to his human form, with slightly longer canine fangs, adding to his fierce and majestic aura. He had shed his mithril-woven armor, donning only a white orc battle robe fastened with snake sinews, his claws and wolf tail exposed. The two magic weapons "Star Calamity" and "Emperor's Wrath" were also put away, with only a mottled ancient "Sword of Divine Punishment" at his waist.

There were seven elves who came to welcome them, led by a robed elf woman. Though elves possess ageless faces, her dignified demeanor and the faint yet vast magical aura radiating from her unmistakably marked her as a long-lived elder-level elf. Moreover, even Prince Alvin inadvertently stayed half a step behind her, further proving her esteemed status.

Besides this elf woman and the wood elf prince, among the remaining five elves, there were two male and two female mages in attire, clearly the elf woman’s attendants. The last elf man was a ranger with a longbow on his back and a sword at his waist. He seemed to be outside the group, yet there was no sense of disharmony. If not for someone with keen senses, one might even directly overlook his unique presence.

Yet it was precisely this elf’s presence that inexplicably stirred a violent fluctuation in Chen Xuanfeng’s spiritual sense.

"A master! Could it be..." Chen Xuanfeng judged alertly. As he turned his gaze to the elf ranger, the other seemed to sense it and looked back at Chen Xuanfeng.

A silent collision exploded where their gazes met. In an instant, they had engaged in thousands of undetectable spiritual contests, then turned away as if nothing had happened, only the twitching corners of their eyes and brows showing the impact of that moment’s contest.

Although Chen Xuanfeng turned his gaze to the leading elf woman, he pondered in his heart: "The Arrow God, it’s actually the elf’s Arrow God. Truly a figure comparable to the king of the 'Emperor Martial Overlord Art' sword emperor realm. Even compared to several human saints, he is not inferior... no... if only considering one-on-one duels, the threat might even be greater than those saints who rely on divine weapons or holy seals to advance. But, just to bring me into the elven kingdom, is it necessary to send such a top-level master?"

Regardless of Chen Xuanfeng’s speculation, the approaching elf woman had already spoken: "Lord Snowstorm, welcome to the elven kingdom. I am Siyouvar Galerani Li Andovia, the ninth seat elder of the council. You may call me Elder Andovia. As the first orc to set foot in the elven kingdom, all your activities here will be under my responsibility. As long as you do not deviate from our arranged itinerary, the elven kingdom will show you the greatest goodwill."

Perfect comprehension could not mask a proud and exclusionary intent. The implied meaning in the elf’s words was very clear: you are not actually welcome here. Even if we have to receive your arrival, if you do not follow the rules here, be prepared to be ganged up on by the entire elven kingdom.

But this was also something Chen Xuanfeng had anticipated. After all, in the long history of rivalry, the blood feud between orcs and elves is no less than that with humans. Moreover, what the elves cannot tolerate the most is that after each war, orcs would capture female elves and engage in gang rape for the purpose of mixed blood, producing a large number of descendants, which even included a certain generation of the elf queen and several princesses of past generations. These descendants still have orc blood, but the accumulated elf blood has continuously changed the orcs. It can be said that today’s orcs can have appearances without "beastly features," sufficient intelligence, and even a large number of shamans who can use divine arts, and occasionally born orc mages, all thanks to the elf bloodline.