Elven Forest.

A new king had been crowned among the elves after the previous elven king Gorn stepped down and passed his mantle to Argon. Once he had received the crown, Argon thought that they could not continue living like this. If the elves continued to live a secluded life, cut off from all communications and interactions with other races, they would not be able to receive help if their elven forest were to experience danger again. That was mainly the reason why he was now enjoying a cup of tea together with the Dragon King.

Behind each king stood a hundred thousand of their troops. They were the troops that went to help Minhyuk before and fought together. And now, the creatures of the deep sea and the elves were meeting and socializing frequently.

“This tea tastes divine. What’s this tea called?”

Argon’s lips curled a bit as he answered the Dragon King’s question, who was taking another sip of the tea, “Cow dung tea.”

“Why did you name the tea cow dung tea?”

“Because it’s made by drying cow dung and turning it into tea.”

“…”

The Dragon King could not help but place down his cup swiftly. He already knew that the elves loved nature.

The two were also visited by the Mythical Bird that Cries Sadly For You. The two kings did not delay after hearing the bird’s sad and mournful cry.

“Gather all of the high elves.”

“Kiari, Jevis. Gather the troops.”

The kings of two races began to call for their troops.

The high elves were outstanding elves that were on the Named NPC level. The number of high elves under Argon’s...