The civilization of the Versailles Continent dawned approximately one million and eight thousand years ago. Back then, Humans, Elves, Dwarves and Orcs lived together.
Dwarf women with deft hands served as midwives to baby Orcs. Orcs in infancy were christened by elven women, and human women bathed them clean in water. The four races had lived together, each compensating for what the others were missing.
The elf rangers gathered fruit from trees, the dwarf crafters made tools, and human scouts hunted game along with the Orc warriors. As deadly monsters abound in the world, the weak had no choice but to rely on one another to survive.
Orcs, who grew up within two or three years, were fine warriors by nature. Born with unnatural strength and a battle instinct, they sustained the elves and humans.
The Orcs claimed the leadership of the four races both in name and reality as no other race could keep up with the fertility and combat skills of the Orcs.
However, when humans developed agricultural techniques, domesticating plants and animals, they took over the food supply chain, and gradually challenged the supremacy of the Orcs.
The elves, who learned elemental and spirit magic in alliance with Nature, became arrogant and began to distance themselves from the Orcs, who they branded ignorant.
The dwarves advanced metals technology day after day, which gave them a new generation of weaponry to brave the Orcs.
The alliance of the four races was dismantled after a series of numerous hostile disagreements and bouts of jealousy.
The humans built towns, which later banded together to create kingdoms, on rich soil.
The elves moved to the Forest of No Return where the elements and spirits were magnified in effect, extending the domain of their magic widely.
The Orcs dispersed all over the wilderness and virgin soil, hunting the wild and distressing the civilized as they wished, enjoying combat without restraint.
The dwarves stayed holed up in the mountains, mining raw ore and refining their crafts.
Inevitably, human and Orc argued over scarce food, and the elves and the dwarves loathed each other in a struggle to secure preeminence in the Natural world.
This is the history of the Versailles Continent, the forgotten myth of four races.
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The rumor about the odd stranger ran like wildfire through the Citadel of Serabourg.
It was about a beast who had been swinging a wooden sword at a scarecrow wordlessly for four consecutive weeks in the Training Hall.
Bluster Whack
Weed was swinging the wooden sword in silence. His strikes at the scarecrow showed no mercy. Every time the wooden sword sliced the scarecrow, a heavy sound exploded.
In the earlier days, he was content with barely grazing the scarecrow. As his strength and agility increased steadily, though, the wooden sword had been gathering force.
“Is he really a user?”
“Do you think he’s a real man? Slim chance.”

KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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