Spring arrived. Besides the fierce beast tides, there was also the green gradually reviving.
On the plains where tender green grass usually grew every year, this year it was still a brown earthy color. This land was no longer hard but loose and flat after being plowed.
Tens of thousands of acres of plowed land were reclaimed; the scale was comparable to a county town in Eric's previous life.
At the edge of the fields, more than a dozen beautiful Elves wearing green cloaks were plowing. Some held hoes, others pulled plows.
This scene had a huge visual impact. No creature on the Illusion Dream Continent had ever seen Elves so miserable. Although they wore clothes made of Elf cloth and wore simple and elegant jewelry, they had completely lost their nobility, everyone covered in mud.
