Chapter 702 - Realm Fusion (2) (1/2)

Chapter 702: Realm Fusion (2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Isle of Dawn

For the last 3000 years, the Isle of Dawn had been a paradise far removed from all strife and war on the Firuman continent.

The humans on the continent had always regarded the island as a place akin to heaven. However, the High Elves there had descended into turmoil.

Not too long ago, the Isle of Dawn had sent eight Silver Storm Sparrow battleships to launch an assault on Ferde, with a Level-16 Legendary master as backup. However, the entire fleet was wiped out, and the Legendary master was even captured by the enemy.

Every High Elf back on the island were all taken aback by this.

Everyone reacted differently to the defeat of their Silver Storm Sparrow fleet.

Some of the older High Elves immediately looked towards the World Tree and exclaimed, “Thank god we still have the World Tree to protect us!”

On the other hand, the younger, wiser High Elves seemed deeply concerned about this.

“I can’t believe the people of Ferde have become this powerful, especially the Lord of Ferde. He was able to dispel the entire fleet’s Doomsday Meteor attack with one stroke of his sword. There’s no way any one of us could possibly hope to defeat someone with that kind of power!”

“The continent now belongs to the human race. Must we really continue keeping to ourselves on this tiny island?”

“The Lord of Ferde managed to withstand the Doomsday Meteor attack. Will our World Tree even stand a chance against him?”

For the last thousand years, a top-tier educational system had been in place on the Isle of Dawn. Despite being plagued by internal strife among the various High Elf households living on it, most of the island’s inhabitants were still more educated than the average human being.

Though not able to guarantee excellence all the time, the island’s educational system was at least able to make sure that its inhabitants did not turn out to be complete idiots.

At that moment, the entire island was surrounded by an air of unease.

Amid the unrest, a High Elf merchant vessel had entered a small port on the northwestern corner of the Isle of Dawn. It had just returned from the Black Forest.

A couple of sailors were bustling about on the ship’s deck. Ten minutes later, the ship’s purple sail was furled securely on top of the mast.

“We’ve reached land! Drop anchor!” said the ship’s first mate while waving his hand at the sailors. A thick metal chain slid down from the deck and into the sea water. Once the ship was properly moored, the sailors began unloading the ship’s cargo.

While the sailors bustled about, a High Elf Warrior clad in a dark green leather armor leaped down from the ship and landed on the dock below. He then waved a hand at the ship’s first mate to bid him farewell and began walking towards a wyrm nest near the harbor.

Thanks to their green dragon blood, the wyrms living in these nests were automatically acknowledged by the World Tree as natives of the island alongside the High Elves and so were given free rein in the island’s airspace. On the Isle of Dawn, these creatures were commonly reared as modes of transportation.

Due to their rarity, they were also rather expensive. One trip usually cost around three gold pieces. Even in a place as prosperous as the Isle of Dawn, an ordinary High Elf would have second thoughts about paying such an extravagant price just to fly on one of these things.

However, this did not seem to bother the High Elf Warrior in the least. Upon exchanging a few words with the wyrm breeder inside the nest and paying him the requisite number of gold pieces, the High Elf was finally given a dragon whistle.

A few minutes later, the young Warrior flew straight towards the center of the Isle of Dawn on the back of a wyrm, leaving the port far behind him.

The Isle of Dawn was approximately 400 square miles wide. A wyrm would be able to fly across the entire island at full speed in two hours. However, this was prohibited. Due to safety concerns, any airborne object flying more than 60 miles per hour in the island’s airspace would be immediately seen as a threat by the World Tree and shot down by it.

Right now, the Warrior’s wyrm was flying just shy of 55 miles per hour. Considering how slow the wyrm was flying, one might have assumed that the High Elf was simply taking it out for a leisurely flight.

After flying for more than two hours, St. Doze City finally appeared before them. The High Elf blew his whistle a few times. Gradually, the wyrm began lowering its altitude until it landed outside a wyrm nest on the outskirts of the city.

The nest was connected to the city via the main road. A while later, the High Elf Warrior was riding a horse down the main road towards St. Doze City.

St. Doze City’s population was second only to Andwar’s. Still, the city was no less busy than the latter. Occasionally, the High Elf would come across a High Elf or two on the road that he was on. Their presence was testament to just how prosperous the city was.

Soon, the young High Elf finally reached the city’s entrance. As they had lived in unbroken harmony for the past 3000 years, the inhabitants of the Isle of Dawn never saw the need to build proper walls around their cities. The entrance to St. Doze City had simply been erected for show. Two guards were standing on both its sides at that moment.