Conquest Of The Southern Continent
Silvermoon Continent…
"Finally, the time has come," A middle-aged elf looked at the Elven Battle Ships anchored at the port with his hands behind his back.
"Patriarch, the representatives of the Saleh, Nasir, Rhys, and Eroan Clans have arrived.
"Good. Let's go."
"Yes, Patriarch."
The middle-aged man met the representatives of the different clans at a villa overlooking the ocean. There, the teenage elves looked at the flagships that floated on the water with determined expressions on their faces.
When the middle-aged elf arrived, all of them stood at attention and pressed their fists against their chests in greeting.
""All Hail the Great Elder!""
"Be at ease, let's start the meeting."
The middle-aged man sat on a raised chair while the other Elves sat on theirs.