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The morning light was faint, threads of it appearing from the end of the azure sky, piercing through clouds and fog, gradually sprinkling down upon this uneven, scarred earth. Yet even as the dawn broke the night, it couldn't dispel the lingering cold that enveloped the land, a chill that could neither be waved away nor chased off.

Here, the blood had already coagulated.

The legendary battle of yesterday had torn apart all the clouds and mist in the heavens. After the battle, Duo Lai manipulated the power of Heaven and Earth to bring forth pouring rain that continuously washed the earth, but it was still unable to cleanse the battlefield outside Wolf Head Mountain—a battlefield like a meat grinder.

Outside the battlefield, dozens of kilometers away from Wolf Head Mountain, several elves stepped onto this land with reverence.

The leader was the elf Taeli, accompanied by three Fourth-order Peak Strongmen of high standing from the Natural Garden.

Their first stop was a canyon adjacent to a great river.

The canyon walls were steep, with traces of crystallization here and there. But what caught the elves' attention even more was the river flowing through the middle of the canyon. The river water appeared a bizarre blue-purple, with faint arcs of lightning darting across its surface.

Within the riverbed, in some areas, blue mingled with red as the water boiled and occasionally erupted with thick pillars of flame, followed by thunderous roars.

This spectacular sight meandered up the deep valley and could be seen everywhere.

"Are you sure this canyon was created by a legendary battle, and not some natural treasure formed by the world itself? I'm not saying I don't believe it, I just can't imagine it with my limited education."

"That's where you and I differ. If it weren't for Taeli using the Crystal of Image Retain to record some scenes, I definitely wouldn't believe it. Who would believe such an outrageous thing? No wonder they call it an epic battle!"

The two elves expressed their disbelief and lack of imagination, yet their faces were filled with expressions akin to pilgrims.

They had seen legends and legendary battles before.

But that was precisely why they found it exaggerated and unbelievable.

Of course, the entity that created Thunder Flame Canyon with such great force was the Vitality Force remaining in this territory, not a defending legend. However, it was said that at that time, the legend had fought evenly with several Jackal Man legends for a short period, which was already quite astonishing. Anything more would have been unrealistic.

The emissary elves continued to advance along Thunder Flame Canyon, occasionally uttering exclamations of awe like 'wow' and 'amazing'.

They walked and stopped intermittently, occasionally gazing at the surrounding scars, taking more than half an hour before finally seeing the Wolf Head Mountain Fortress, shrouded in a light mist in the distance.

"We've finally arrived here, the site of the great battle at Wolf Head Mountain."

"Next, will we have the chance to behold the face of that great legend? Just the thought fills me with anticipation!"

"Honey, I suggest you keep your expectations in check. We're only Four-order, how could we be worthy of seeking an audience with a legend, especially one who is deemed legendary even among those in the Legendary Realm?"

"That's true. After all, we are merely the first emissaries visiting this power. But once we get familiar, perhaps we'll have the chance to meet that great legend, right? The thought is still so exciting!"

The Natural Garden, after all, had no understanding of this power.

This power also seemed to be related to the Undead, so they had to be cautious. Therefore, their mission was merely a tentative contact, far from a formal visit. What diplomatic strategy the Natural Garden would adopt depended on the information that Taeli and the others gathered.

After all, Vitality Forces are not necessarily allies.

Some Vitality Forces have lower limits than the Monster Overlords. Some Vitality Forces, like the once 'Dragon Man Valley', were powerful yet exceedingly arrogant, which the elves did not wish to flatter too eagerly.

However, the power of Wolf Head Mountain was different from that of Dragon Man Valley.

At its peak, Dragon Man Valley had not achieved any splendid military feats and, due to excessive arrogance, met with a miserable end. The power of Wolf Head Mountain was different; before them stood an invincible legend who had fought one against five, and the creation of Thunder Flame Canyon that stretched for tens of kilometers was a feat of their great force.

Either point inspired the Elven Powerhouses present.

They had no desire to flatter Dragon Man Valley, but this power was, to some extent, worthy of their reverence.

They revered strength!

Elves might have once been a peaceful race that lived in harmony with the world, but times had changed!

The Elf Empire and the Holy Court had fallen, and the surviving elves scraped by, fighting against monstrous creatures that were fierce, bloodthirsty, murderous, and brutal. They too gradually learned how to fight, how to battle, and how to shed blood.

Especially for these Elven Powerhouses who often ventured outside and explored areas ruled by overlords, braving great danger.

They understood all too well how important strength was.

Taeli was petite, with an owl whose head was cocked sideways perched on her shoulder.

By her side were three other elves. One was older, and two were younger.

The elder had a goatee and wore a white, loose robe, with an ebony wand that seemed quite heavy in his hand. He had rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong muscles.

The two younger-looking elves, one with a shiny forehead and one bare-chested with scars, shared the common trait of having exceptionally stout and knotted muscles, with a fierce look in their eyes.

Elf Great Martial Monk ×2!

Were it not for their distinctive pointed ears, nothing about them resembled traditional elves.

But as far as they were concerned, the ability to fight and withstand was the key to the elves' survival.

The group no longer concealed their approach and headed towards the base of Wolf Head Mountain.