"I never imagined... that I'd have a day riding a giant dragon in the sky."
On the back of the Black Dragon Mairrel, the Old Elf looked at the small forest below and sighed softly.
"Isn't that right? Two months ago, we were still hiding in the Holy Mania Empire, and who would have thought that we could return to the Elf Forest one day..."
Another elf also expressed the same sentiment.
At Little Xian Miao's invitation, a group of elves, feeling both anxious and expectant, finally rode on Mairrel's back.
And the Little Black Dragon let out a loud cry, flapping its enormous wings and flying toward the core area of the Elf Forest...
The wind howled in the air, and the elves gradually relaxed, occasionally glancing down to the ground and into the distance.
The speed of the Black Dragon was swift. After crossing a stretch of hills, the elves' vision suddenly broadened.
The core area of the Elf Forest lay within a basin that spanned over a hundred kilometers.
