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Finally, all the invited human leaders and their core delegations from the continent of Anvien arrived in Candlelight City.

This is a carefully designed procedure by the Night's Watch.

Instead of having national leaders travel across oceans to the city of Leviathan, a central meeting point is established on each major continent.

The participants from the continent were escorted by the Soul Keepers to the assembly point, where Night Watch technicians activated a temporary, massive spatial portal.

All participants from that continent, along with their necessary entourage, will be teleported to the "Blue Ring" hub outside the City of the Ring in one go.

At this moment, the mobilization mission on the continent of Anvien has been successfully completed.

However, gathering everyone does not mean setting off immediately.

These human leaders and elites, who share a common origin and are related by blood and culture in many ways, seemed to be releasing their pent-up desire for communication accumulated over generations during these last two days.

The frequency and scale of farewell banquets, summaries, and even private banquets held to finalize meetings have not decreased but have instead reached a new peak.

The night in Candlelight City is illuminated by countless lights and laughter, making it as bright as day.

The Night's Watch showed great understanding and patience.

They understand that this intensive face-to-face exchange is itself an important step in building mutual trust and laying the groundwork for upcoming world-class cooperation.

Therefore, after confirming that all the portal technology was ready, they did not rush them, but instead reserved two precious days.

Let these guests who have come from afar complete their final social interactions and prepare themselves mentally and physically before stepping together through the door to the stage that will determine the fate of the world.

The grand feast in Candlelight City is about to reach its most glorious end.

……

The Continent of Tete, the Path to the Sky.

A six-person team is climbing up the winding mountain path, their goal set on the radiant capital city above the clouds—Zenith.

Their steps carried the efficiency and rhythm characteristic of the Night's Watch, creating a subtle contrast with the leisurely atmosphere common in the surrounding elven territories.

This is the "Book of Time," the Soul Guardian team responsible for guiding people to the continent of Tet.

Its membership is a unique feature in itself.

Two Radiant Elves, two Darkmoon Elves, one Starlight Elf, and one Emerald Elf.

What's even more unusual is that the two Radiant Elves and the two Darkmoon Elves happened to be two couples.

It was during the time when the conflict between the Radiant and the Darkmoon intensified and the shadow of division loomed over the Tate that they, unwilling to live in the shadow of their own kind killing each other, resolutely joined the Night's Watch.

This combination of identity barriers, along with their status as "outsiders," makes their welcoming of the four rulers of the Boundary Council a fateful fit and an unspoken advantage in communication.

Accompanying them was Aria, the Holy Archer sent by the Church of Holy Light, a serene elven woman carrying a magnificent longbow.

Her presence symbolizes the importance the Church of Holy Light attaches to this World Conference, as well as its role as a bond among the Elven believers.

"Hopefully those old... cough, esteemed rulers are ready, and don't leave us waiting on these steps until the stars fall."

In the group, the emerald elf member, a druid skilled in nature magic, gazed at the seemingly endless mountain path and the magnificent city silhouette shrouded in mist above, and couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath.

Long-lived species perceive the passage of time differently from short-lived species, and procrastination is the norm in elven affairs.

And it can't be considered procrastination.

This is how we elves live; short-lived species shouldn't even try to associate with us.

That was their mindset in the past.

However, having spent years immersed in the efficient war machine of the Night's Watch, the members of the Book of Time had long been accustomed to a more intense pace.

This short-lived species' sense of time made them instinctively impatient with the possibility of a long wait.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Archer Aria merely turned her head slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips, without uttering a word.

She knew the Night's Watch's ways well and understood the Elves' traditions.

When they finally passed through the magical clouds that shrouded the mountaintop and stepped onto the central plaza of the Celestial Radiance, paved with pure moonstone, they were immediately led by the Radiant Attendant who had been waiting there.

The chief attendant spoke with an elegant yet efficient manner, getting straight to the point.

"The esteemed Night Watchers, the Holy Archer, and the four rulers of the Council of the Realm are waiting for you in the council hall."

This answer surprised the members of "The Book of Time".

They exchanged a surprised look—the four rulers had already gathered?
This was completely different from what they had imagined—a scenario that would require visiting each person individually or enduring a long wait.

Stepping into the magnificent and ancient Hall of the Boundary Council, in the space constructed by the starwood dome and flowing moonlight, the four rulers—the Sun King, the Night Queen, the Elder of Nature, and the Stargazer—as expected sat on the thrones of the core circle.

Their gazes swept over the members of the "Book of Time" team, especially the two couples who were a union of Radiance and Dark Moon. A subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation flashed in the eyes of the four rulers.

Surprise? Examination? Or perhaps some complex recollection?

The fact that the Night's Watch has a squad of Soulkeepers composed entirely of elves, who have bridged the greatest divide of the past, is itself a silent commentary on the history of the elves over the past century.

It also represents a certain attitude of the Night's Watch.

Based on ancient elven etiquette, the two sides exchanged brief but solemn greetings and introductions.

Saintess Aria, representing the Church of Holy Light, also paid tribute to the four rulers.

The atmosphere maintained a distant yet formal harmony.

The Sun King's golden eyes swept over the crowd, and his steady voice broke the brief silence: "The Night's Watch's efficiency is impressive. Now that the messenger has arrived, we need not delay any longer. After a short preparation, we can set off for the City of the Ring."

He paused, then added, as if explaining.

"This trip is a formal diplomatic ceremony, and we need to bring the necessary attendants and ceremonial guards. It is inconvenient for us to cross over directly by means of space."

This is both a respect for traditional rituals and an implicit consideration for the dignity of a local leader.

The four rulers directly tore through space and arrived at the City of the Ring Tower with their legendary power—that won't do.

If it were just an invitation for them to discuss things, that would be fine, but this time it's the World Parliament.

The leaders of all factions must come.

That would be different, because it's not just a conversation with the Night's Watch, but also a conversation with other races and factions.

The captain of the "Book of Time," a composed and radiant male elf, immediately bowed and touched his chest in response.

"We will obey the Lord's will. Rest assured, we have brought the 'Beacon Portable Spatial Door' with us. Simply designate a safe and open location, and we can immediately set up a stable spatial passage."

"All accompanying personnel can quickly and safely reach the 'Blue Ring' hub outside the City of the Ring via the passage, a process that is both efficient and courteous." "Hmm." The Sun King nodded slightly, indicating his approval of the plan.

The other three rulers also silently expressed their agreement.

After the brief meeting, the "Book of Time" team and the Holy Bow Maiden took their leave and departed from the council hall.

Stepping out of that solemn gate, the emerald elf team member who had previously complained couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, a genuine smile of ease appearing on his face.

"It went much more smoothly than expected! It seems the rulers really... took this very seriously."

He swallowed the word "anxious" and used a more appropriate expression instead.

There were no unnecessary delays, no complicated elven pleasantries, which was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for those who were used to the fast pace of the Night's Watch.

To be honest, if they really did that, even these elves would find it hard to handle.

However, what they didn't know was that for these rulers, a few months was just a blink of an eye.

So after their previous discussions, they didn't leave at all.

……

Meanwhile, in the vast and wild core grasslands of the continent of Bestar.

The "Wilderness Hunters," a squad of Soul Keepers composed of deer-men, werewolves, dwarves, and humans, are following the Orc Empire's guiding team into the Golden Tent, a region symbolizing the empire's highest power.

Their mission was to set up a portal and bring the Lion King and his delegation to the space.

The captain is a legendary ranger of the deer race named "Lin Ti·Zhu Feng".

He was tall and agile, with a huge, branching stag on his head, its antlers groomed to be smooth and powerful, like a natural crown.

A dark brown composite leather armor fits snugly against the body, with matte iron plates inlaid in key areas, ensuring both flexibility and protection.

He carried a heavy hunting bow almost as tall as a person and a relatively light, quick-firing short bow crossed on his back, and a simple, antique-looking one-handed longsword hanging at his waist. He walked with the elegance and alertness of a forest hunter.

His team included a sharp-eyed, taciturn werewolf assassin named "Shadowfang";
Bronzebeard, a silver dwarf engineer with an intricately braided beard and carrying a massive forging hammer and musket;
And two human members—a heavily armored warrior named "Ironclad" wielding a tower shield and a female mage named "Starshine" manipulating elemental orbs.

This multi-ethnic squad is itself a microcosm of the Night's Watch's inclusive philosophy.

In fact, most Soul Guardian squads are composed of multiple races, because this allows them to leverage the squad's strengths.

Let each race bring their talents into the team.

There are actually fewer teams of a single race, apart from humans.

But there are so many humans, there's nothing we can do about it.

Especially with the Night's Watch's blessing, the advantage of having more humans becomes immediately apparent.

With the assistance of imperial officials, they quickly selected an open area on the outskirts of the Golden Horde and began to systematically set up the sophisticated "beacon-style portable space door".

The clanging of the dwarf Bronzebeard's hammers and the whispers of the human mage Starshine calibrating his energy circuits attracted the curious or wary glances of many orcs.

Just then, the members of the escort team designated by the Lion King also arrived at the meeting point one after another.

Wolf King "Black Mane" and Rabbit Clan Sword Saint "Swift Fang" arrived almost simultaneously, and the air between them instantly became as taut as a bowstring.

When Blackmane's sinister gaze swept over Shadowfang, the Soul Guardian werewolf who was assisting in setting up the equipment, a surge of anger at being betrayed instantly ignited.

A damned kinsman, standing on the side of the Night's Watch.

"Hmph! Yet another coward who has forgotten his own bloodline and where his fangs should point!"

Black Mane's voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with deep-seated contempt and insult, clearly reaching the ears of the "Wilderness Hunter" team members.

"Just because you wear the skin of the Night's Watch doesn't mean you're a watchdog! Have you forgotten how your ancestors tore their prey's throats in the moonlight? Wild dog!"

This blatant insult, aimed directly at Shadowfang, is a provocation against the entire Night's Watch.

Shadowfang paused, his gray fur stood on end slightly, and a suppressed growl escaped his throat, but he restrained himself from acting out immediately, bound by the discipline of the Night's Watch.

However, Captain Lin Ti Zhu Feng was moved.

He turned around instantly, his movements as fast as lightning. The ancient, single-handed longsword at his waist was drawn half a foot from its sheath with a "whoosh," the cold blade reflecting a dazzling glint in the grassland sunlight, pointing precisely at the tip of the wolf king Blackmane's nose.

The Deer-Man Chieftain's gentle eyes were now sharp as an eagle's, and he exuded the chilling aura of a legendary powerhouse.

“Your Excellency Wolf King,” Lin Ti’s voice was not loud, but it was clear and full of pressure, like a cold stream washing over rocks, “We are the Soul Keepers of the Night’s Watch, and we have come to greet the Imperial delegation with proper ceremony on the orders of the Supreme Command.”

"We represent the will and dignity of the Night's Watch, not your subservient subordinates who are easily mocked. Watch your words!"

He took a step forward, his sword tip remaining motionless, his gaze fixed on the black-maned man's violent eyes: "If you continue to speak rudely and provoke me without cause..."

"Then, according to the ancient tradition of the orcs—I, Linti Windrunner, captain of the Soulkeeper 'Wilderness Hunter', request to make a 'death commitment' with you!"
"With your claws and my sword, I will teach you how to respect others and the honor of the Night's Watch!"

The moment the words "determination to die" were uttered, the surroundings fell into an instant deathly silence.

The orcs all understood what this meant—a duel of honor to the death.

It requires the approval and adjudication of someone of sufficient standing.

The only one capable of making a judgment between these two is the Orc Emperor.

Black Mane's pupils contracted sharply, stunned by the deer-man's sudden toughness and undisguised killing intent.

He hadn't expected the other party to react so fiercely and directly, and he certainly hadn't expected that this seemingly elegant deer-man would dare to issue a life-or-death challenge to a powerful wolf clan chief.

Just as Blackmane was overwhelmed by rage and a hint of barely perceptible fear, baring his fangs and preparing to roar in battle, a figure stepped between him and Lin Ti.

It's Shadow Fang.

The silent werewolf spirit guardian stood beside his captain.

He didn't look at the captain who was currently putting on a show of force, but instead stared directly at Black Mane with his amber eyes, which were also of the wolf clan but were calmer and deeper.

A flash of red light appeared in his eyes.

A faint fragrance wafted out.

The captain who had replaced him stared at the wolf clan chief in front of him.

It has now turned into an internal conflict within the wolf pack.

That's true to some extent. (End of Chapter)