At the foot of Ying Xian Mountain.
The north wind blew along this main road from Panstone Town toward Ying Xian Mountain, heading from north to south as the terrain gradually rose.
The road wide enough for two carriages was lined with swaying trees, rustling in the wind.
An unmoving dwarf statue stood there in silence.
Its body was stout and short, with thick eyebrows and beard, and it donned the characteristic eagle-winged helmet.
The standard Ying Wing Dwarf.
Frey looked at the statue, a hint of envy in his eyes.
He was 45 years old this year, and his past dream had been to cross this line.
Now that he was about to, his feelings were complicated.
Behind him stood twenty little fellows, none taller than one and a half meters, each standing firm as iron towers.
These were the hunters of his own tribe he had carefully selected, all for that cursed Element Trial.
"Why does Clan Leader Frey sigh?"
