The closing poem is presented: Since ancient times, the storm has been rising, and the marriage of thousands of miles has been tied by a thin thread. God knows when the dragon sings, and the real dragon comes out when the real dragon comes out. The world is divided by the ocean, divided into East Islet and West Islet. The human race, beast race and monster race live on West Islet, while the elves and Antioch tribe live on East Islet. The two islands have very little contact until a big battle that happened on West Islet ten years ago kicked off the war on West Islet. Where should the human race, the nation that was originally the king of West Islet, go? What will be the outcome of a nation that has endured for decades? Although the Orcs have a small population, what will happen to this resolute nation led by leaders who jump repeatedly? Dongyu seems to be peaceful. What will happen to the elves who live on the west side of Dongyu and only account for 10% of the population but dominate the entire island? Will the Antioch tribe, which has the largest population but has always been nomadic, willing to surrender? Of course, the giant dragon that originally belonged to the elves has disappeared again, and all the complications will begin...
