One of the outer planes, Olympia Woodland, the Wilds, the domain of Afander, also known as the realm of elves.
The Wilds is a patchwork of various climates and environments, teeming with towering trees like maples, birches, and oaks that stretch toward the sky. The underbrush and lower forest layers are interwoven, with the forest floor adorned with mosses and ferns, creating a diverse and vibrant landscape.
As its name suggests, this place embodies a wild, untamed natural beauty.
In the plane's guide, it is described as a plane of passion and peace.
It boasts a rich and colorful natural environment.
It is the domain of fey creatures.
The Wilds not only encompass vast forests; the forest is just one of its layers.
Like most outer planes, the Wilds has three layers, renowned primarily for the first layer, with the other two being less well-known.
The first layer, Greenfield Glade, is a vast forest world sheltered by towering trees.
The domain of Afander is located in Greenfield Glade.
The second layer, the Endless Sea, is the terminus of the Sea God's River, stretching across the upper planes, a world of unending ocean.
The Sea Elven God once resided in the Endless Sea but later moved to the domain of Afander.
The third layer, Silver Sands, is an endless desert of fine white sand, barren and desolate, with few inhabitants.
Evidently, the Wilds is the stronghold of the Elven Pantheon.
After the Glorious War, the defeated Elven Pantheon called upon elves from various planar worlds to gather in the Wilds, with elven deities residing together in the domain of Afander to recuperate.
However, the Wilds is not exclusive to elves.
Many forest-loving fey, such as flower sprites, dryads, and fireflies, along with green dragons, blue dragons, brass dragons, copper dragons, and amethyst dragons, as well as divine messengers like pelor angels and calandars, can also be found in the Wilds, especially in Greenfield Glade.
In Greenfield Glade, it is currently night.
A white moon hangs in a milky way, shining alongside countless stars, casting its light through the dense canopy onto the forest below. On the forest floor, the branches sway in the night wind, with large, beautiful fireflies flying among the branches of oak and linden trees, basking in the moonlight, creating a dreamlike, beautiful scene.
Whoosh!
A sudden unnatural gust of wind arose.
A strong, mature green dragon took a deep breath, sucking the large fireflies into its mouth, then chewed them with a crunch, savoring the burst of juices, and closed its eyes in enjoyment.
Simultaneously.
Some tiny fairies, dancing and playing around the green dragon, even standing on its back and horns, shouted angrily and fearfully, "Hey, don't eat the fireflies! They are the green stars of the forest, you big fool. You're violating the teachings of the Fairy Dragon God."
The green dragon snapped out of its reverie, looking apologetic. "Sorry, my evil dragon nature got the better of me, and I harmed our firefly friends."
As it spoke, the green dragon's expression became melancholic, caught in the conflict between its nature and its faith.
At this moment, a group of dryads and flower sprites surrounded the green dragon, dancing and singing to soothe its spirit, assuring it that it wasn't its fault and that by adhering to the Fairy Dragon God's teachings and maintaining sincere faith, the Fairy Dragon God would forgive its mistakes.
The green dragon cheered up, suppressing its instinct to devour these little fey, and joined them in their joyous games.
This scene came into Garon's view.
In the green waves of the forest sea, Garon had quietly arrived, concealing his presence to observe the situation in Greenfield Glade.
As expected, some dragons in Greenfield Glade had embraced the Fairy Dragon God, becoming protectors of the fey.
"Protectors of the fey."
Bathed in the moonlight, the giant dragon gazed down at the green world, his expression calm, his eyes cold.
To a true dragon who values honor and dignity, the so-called protectors are, at best, partners of the fey, but more accurately, akin to their pets. The green dragon he saw had abandoned its true dragon dignity, allowing a group of fey to play on its body and even accept their reprimands.
Garon did not blame these dragons who had lost their dignity and honor.
He knew that in the outer planes, under the animosity of countless intelligent species, ordinary true dragons were mired in hostility. Facing the divine might of a dragon god, it was indeed difficult to maintain their principles. It was easy to be taken advantage of, have their perceptions twisted, and become the god's followers.
After several days of observing Greenfield Glade, Garon had tracked and pinpointed the Fairy Dragon God's location through these dragons who worshiped it.
Thus, there was no need to conceal his presence any longer.
Garon's covert actions were not out of fear of the elven gods residing in Greenfield Glade but to avoid alarming the Fairy Dragon God and prompting it to flee.
Simultaneously.
In the various clans, tribes, and kingdoms established throughout Greenfield Glade, countless elves were active during the night.
The elves referred to the Glory War as the War of Desolation, symbolizing their decline and fall. Though nearly two centuries had passed since the Glory War, the elves who suffered great trauma had not forgotten the terror of the dragons, especially the Dragon Court Lord who swept across the battlefield.
The shadow of the Dragon Court Lord still looms over many elves.
Those who survived the war understood the horror of the Dragon Court Lord.
Even elven children, who were reluctant to sleep and cried at night, would stop immediately when their parents mentioned the Dragon Court Lord, not daring to make any more noise.
By a riverbank covered in flowers, several war-traumatized elven veterans gathered around a campfire, mourning their lost comrades. As long-lived beings with excellent memories, the war's brutality and bloodshed were still vivid in their minds.
"Stephanie, I heard you saw the Dragon Court Lord with your own eyes while fighting in the material world."
A beautiful, sorrowful elven female veteran nodded slowly. "Yes... I saw him capture the Twin Flower Divine Messenger, who served the Goddess of Life, with ease. Our once-dominant legion crumbled instantly."
The campfire flickered with the wind, casting twisting shadows in the elven woman's eyes.
She recalled the terrifying scene.
The silver dragon soared across the sky, its overwhelming dragon might shattering the consciousness of countless elven comrades, leaving soulless shells that fell to the ground like harvested wheat.
The heavy shadow reemerged in her heart.
Her expression turned pained.
She felt breathless, collapsing to the ground, curling up and gasping for air, drenched in cold sweat.
Nearby elves quickly cast healing spells to alleviate her distress.
"Stephanie, remember, this is Greenfield Glade, our elven home."
"Here, you won't be harmed."
An elven veteran reassured her.
With her comrades' healing and comfort, Stephanie's war trauma eased a bit. She opened her eyes, lying on the flower-covered grass, thinking, "Yes, the war is over. I'll never see that terrifying dragon god again..."
Suddenly.
Her pupils shrank to pinpoints, reflecting the silhouette of a massive silver dragon in the sky, blocking out the moon.
The dragon's figure flashed and disappeared, streaking across the sky.
The shadow in her heart, which had just receded, exploded once more.
"Ah!"
Stephanie screamed, curling up and clutching her head tightly.
At the same time, throughout Greenfield Glade, countless elves stared blankly at the night sky, the fleeting image of the dragon lingering in their minds, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as their hearts sank into deep shadows.
This night would be far from peaceful.
Garon no longer concealed himself, his massive dragon form tearing through the moonlight as he flew through the night sky of Greenfield Glade, leaving a long silver trail.
In an alternate space in Greenfield Glade, the domain of Afander.
Many elven gods were startled, gazing beyond their divine realm at the majestic silver dragon.
"Garon Aurelian, what is he doing in the Wilds?"
"With the dragon race facing the gods' blockade, does he plan to take out his anger on us?"
For a moment, remembering the near-total annihilation of the giant pantheon and the extinction of the giants, then comparing it to the current strength of the dragon pantheon, the elven gods felt heavy-hearted.
After the Giant Extinction War, the elven gods were deeply frightened and even a bit relieved, as their losses in the war were insignificant compared to the giants.
"This aura full of danger and oppression... he's already at intermediate deity power."
"In less than two centuries, he broke through to intermediate deity power. What a terrifying growth rate."
"Even in the outer planes, if I were to fight him, I wouldn't be confident of victory."
The God of Archery, Solonor, watched the dragon soar through the sky, his expression grave.
Garon's renown had been built by trampling over Solonor's avatar step by step.
Originally, Solonor harbored hopes of avenging his defeat someday, but now he felt that he had no chance.
During the Glory War, Garon had only been a demigod. After the war, he had only just gained weak deity power for his avatar, while his true form remained
at demigod level, making it difficult to participate in divine battles. But now, Garon's true form had become a pillar of the dragon pantheon, and he would only grow stronger, with no upper limit in sight.
The appearance of the Dragon Court Lord in Greenfield Glade caused great anxiety among the elves.
"Do not panic."
At this moment, the main god Corellon's divine thought entered the minds of all elven gods.
Corellon's divine rank was as high as nineteen, although it had fallen to eighteen, he remained formidable, comparable to the top main gods like Annam and Ao.
With the elven main god speaking, the tense gods gradually relaxed.
"Main god, do you know why he is here?"
A god inquired.
"This is an internal conflict among the dragon gods. Do not interfere, just observe."
The Fairy Dragon God's actions in Greenfield Glade did not escape Corellon's notice.
He understood the nature of dragon gods and had foreseen this situation.
Meanwhile.
Feeling the silent observation from the elven gods, Garon quickly arrived at a vibrant, flower-filled sea, where a gentle breeze carried rich, fragrant aromas, and countless petals danced, creating a beautiful scene.
Many small fairies, no more than a few inches tall, with delicate, beautiful features and butterfly or dragonfly-like wings, flitted among the colorful flowers.
Among the flowers, there was also the aura of true dragons.
The silver dragon gazed down, surveying the scene.
His eyes swept over the various fairies, landing on some dragons present there.
Fairy dragons.
What entered Garon's view were fairy dragons, who saw themselves as fey kin and protectors of the fairies. Compared to most true dragons, they were smaller, about the size of ponies, with vibrant blue, purple, and red scales that shone brightly like flowers. Their wings resembled butterfly wings, thin and decorated with various patterns and shapes.
The fairies played and frolicked in the dazzling flower sea, while the fairy dragons stood guard nearby, vigilant.
Garon no longer concealed himself, and his arrival drew the attention of the fairies.
They looked up, staring at the massive silver dragon that blocked out the sky. Many fairies panicked, trembling as they hid among the flowers, using petals to cover their tiny bodies.
The fairy dragons eyed Garon warily.
Sensing the immense dragon might of the silver dragon, their initial hostility dissipated, replaced by fear. They remained where they were, not daring to fly up and confront Garon, even the few quasi-deity level ancient fairy dragons among them.
They recognized Garon.
Garon's fame was relatively widespread.
"The Eternal and Time Dragon, Garon Aurelian."
"Why have you traveled so far to my domain? What is your purpose?"
A tri-colored light rose from the flower sea, transforming into a fairy dragon over a hundred meters long, with a tail making up two-thirds of its body length. Its scales were similar in color to ordinary fairy dragons. It stared at Garon.
"My purpose?"
"Naelskyak, Fairy Dragon God, a deity of the fey pantheon, part of the Joy Court."
"You dared to steal the faith of my dragon kin, so you should have expected that the dragon pantheon would not stand idly by."
Garon said coldly.
"Steal? As a dragon god, it is only natural for me to accept the faith of true dragons."
The Fairy Dragon God spoke with dignity.
Simultaneously.
An inconspicuous white flower trembled slightly.
A closed bud quietly opened, revealing a tiny fairy dragon, the size of an ordinary fairy, about two or three inches long, resembling a peculiar butterfly from a distance.
The miniature fairy dragon fluttered its butterfly-like wings, quietly opening a planar gate, attempting to slip away.
A deep gaze fell upon the tiny fairy dragon, and the surrounding space was instantly filled with spatial anchors and dimensional locks, making it difficult to escape quickly.
The miniature fairy dragon displayed an awkward smile, looking up at the sky.
The silver dragon ignored the large fairy dragon confronting him, focusing on the tiny fairy dragon, smiling slightly. He spoke calmly, "If it's only natural, why are you trying to sneak away?"
The large fairy dragon vanished with a puff.
It was merely an illusion created by the Fairy Dragon God to distract Garon.
The Fairy Dragon God's true form, the tiny fairy dragon, lacked the grandeur of the illusion and instead acted like a mischievous child, winking and smiling at Garon. "What do you care? If I want to leave, I'll leave. As a newly ascended dragon god, how dare you speak to me like this? Hmph, no respect for an ancient dragon god."
Then, shifting the tone, the Fairy Dragon God said, "Besides, you came here aggressively. Of course, I'm scared. As a dragon god who left the dragon pantheon, I'd naturally want to flee."
Its words were contradictory.
There was both the arrogance of a true dragon and a self-deprecating, evasive attitude, with a frivolous tone.
From his communication with the Metal Dragon God, Garon understood the Fairy Dragon God's personality.
It was indeed as the Metal Dragon God had described.
"Naelskyak, as a dragon god who joined the fey pantheon and yet still competes for the faith of dragons."
"I, as the Eternal and Time Dragon, declare that I will take you back to the Heroic Realm to stand trial and be judged."
The silver dragon's eyes were cold, his demeanor steady as he spoke calmly.
Facing Garon's stern attitude, the Fairy Dragon God showed no anger nor any signs of fear as it claimed.
After all, as an ancient dragon god with intermediate deity power, facing a new intermediate deity, the Fairy Dragon God did not truly fear Garon, despite its earlier playful words.
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