Chapter 202: Recruiting Vassal Races

By the time the silhouette of the Silver Moon Forest appeared on the horizon, twilight had already dyed the entire woodland a tranquil, dark gold.

Anton did not linger. His sword light streaked across the sky above the forest, flying straight toward Mine No. 1 in the northeast.

From high above, the hilly area where Mine No. 1 was located looked like a colossal, cleaved rock. Its grayish-white rock layers were exposed, and a network of crisscrossing mine shafts delved deep into the earth like blood vessels.

The Silver Moon Legion was encamped around the mine. Their gray-green tents were neatly arranged, and a few wisps of smoke from cooking fires drifted into the sky, blending with the twilight.

Patrolling Elf Guards saw the dark gold sword light and stopped to look up, then respectfully bowed to the figure in the air.

All the Elves knew that the dark gold sword light was practically the sigil of their Clan Leader.

Anton didn't stop, flying directly into the depths of the mine.