Xihuan: I Am the Last Hope for Reviving the Dragon Clan

[Western Fantasy]+[Single Female Protagonist]+[Elf]+[Upgrade Stream]+[Group Portrait]+[Pure Love] The night the fire in the blacksmith's shop went out, sixteen-year-old Burne Holland learned that he was an orphan. His adoptive father left him a sword of unknown origin and a sentence: "Run east into the forest of the elves." There are no monsters in the forest, only elves who have lived for thousands of years but don't like to laugh. Alanya Atlante, a 170-year-old "child" who has not yet reached adulthood, was sent by the elders to take care of this human being. She thought he was just another unlucky guy wandering into the forest. He thought she was a silent wooden beauty. Until Bourne pointed at himself and said: "You are a hundred and seventeen and you are a child. I am sixteen and can't do anything. According to your standards, am I not even a baby?" Alanya's mouth curved. For the first time in one hundred and seventy years, someone made her laugh. But there's more to the forest than laughter. The elf elder found out the records of the "Ash Dragon Clan" in the ancient books. There were men and horses approaching the forest from the Gray Iron City, and the dragon blood hunter's knife was still stained with old Holander's blood. The sword on Bourne's waist was slightly hot when no one noticed. This is not one person's story. They are the elf elders who have lived for thousands of years, the mysterious organization that tracks the dragon's blood, the human lords sharpening their swords in the gray iron city, and the sound of forging coming from the dwarf mountains - a group of people, looking for their respective positions in the era of change. When the first ash falls, they will face a simple question together: survive and find the answer.