Game of the World Tree - Chapter 231

Chapter 231: The Footsteps of War

The golden fallen leaves flew with the cool autumn wind, and the green city of the Chosen City was also dyed with a layer of orange.

Players were busy shuttling around the city, carrying all kinds of goods and building materials, or fully armed, and frequently moving in the wild and in dungeons.

It has been four days since the launch of the new version of “Elf Kingdom”.

And more than half a month has passed in the world of Segus.

The arrival of summer activities and the news of the orc army made the entire Elf Forest have a sense of urgency and urgency…

and the increasingly cold autumn wind also made the forest bleak.

The only thing that has not changed is the world tree that is a thousand meters high… It is still full of vitality, full of green, exuding the breath of sacred nature, making the surrounding areas full of vitality and warm like spring.

Nightingale carried a lunch box and walked on the streets of the Chosen City.

“A-choo!”

A gust of cool wind blew, and she couldn’t help but sneeze coldly.

She sniffed her red nose and slightly tightened her thin clothes.

Suddenly, a thick fur coat flew over and covered her head directly.

Nightingale subconsciously wrapped herself up, and at the same time looked back and saw that it was Hefan and his combat team.

“It’s cold, so wear more. This is a return gift for breakfast recently.”

Hefan said as he looked at the fur coat.

Nightingale was slightly startled, touched the soft and dense fluff on the clothes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly…

However, she quickly reacted, coughed twice and asked:

“Where did it come from?”

“The mercenary’s goods.”

Before Hefan could answer, the player Hulu on the side laughed and interrupted.

Nightingale raised her eyebrows, glared at him, and looked at Hefan from head to toe again…

This chosen one who was keen on fighting was with his companions at this moment, carrying a large package and fully armed.

Nightingale noticed that Hefan’s equipment seemed to have changed again. The armor on his upper body and the shoes on his feet seemed to be more refined.

Moreover… his aura seemed to be faintly stronger.

“Are you going to the underground world to fight the shadow monsters again?”

Nightingale asked curiously.

Hefan nodded slightly.

Then, he waved to his team members and continued to walk out of the city.

“What a battle maniac…”

Looking at Hefan’s leaving back, Nightingale shook her head.

She tightened her coat slightly and felt a lot warmer…

…

Florence, the Temple of Nature.

The players of the Mengmeng Committee carried a huge, slightly crude hexahedral device and moved it carefully…

“Be gentle! Slow down! This is the most successful defense device that has been made with great difficulty. Be careful not to break it!”

On the side, the old elf forger Carlos Lieyan held a design drawing, stared, and commanded with his beard blowing.

“Grandpa Carlos, the tools for drawing inscriptions are here!”

Just as the old elf was directing the players to place the devices, a clear voice came over.

Hearing this familiar voice, the old elf’s stern look softened a lot.

He turned around and saw a female player holding a large bag walking into the temple. It was his most proud Chosen Disciple – Meng Zhihan.

Carlos smiled gently:

“Hmm… good, you will help others do the final inscription carving work later, connecting the defense device and the statue of the Mother Goddess, just like I taught you before. Inscription carving… this is the most critical link in the manufacture of magic tools.”

The female player nicknamed Meng Zhihan was delighted, but soon hesitated:

“But… I’m not very skilled yet.”

“Don’t worry, I will guide you on the side.”

Carlos gave her an encouraging look, and then in the envious eyes of other players, he patted her shoulder and said gently:

“Your basic knowledge is already very solid. Once you are thoroughly proficient in inscription carving, you can forge the most basic magic equipment.”

“Maybe you can’t make big ones, but you can already make some small pendants, or some apprentice-level or even simple black iron lower-level magic equipment. In your words, that’s at least blue rare level equipment.”

Meng Zhihan’s eyes lit up when he heard it.

She smiled sweetly, put down the tools, and bowed to the old elf:

“Thank you for your teaching, Teacher Carlos!”

Carlos’s expression softened, and he shook his head:

“Good boy, this is the result of your own efforts… Among so many chosen ones, only you are the most serious and hardworking… I think you will be able to inherit my legacy and grow into a true elf forging master!”

…

Black Dragon Castle, down the hillside.

“Miriel! You guy! Move gently! These walls can’t withstand your tossing before they are reinforced!”

The little salty cat puffed his cheeks, looking at the little black dragon holding a large bundle of building materials, and said with disdain.

Myriel Dragon’s face fell, it put down the stone in its mouth, and muttered in a muffled voice:

“Really… If it were Myriel, what’s the point of building a wall? This kind of muddy thing can be solved by Myriel’s dragon breath!”

“That’s before the defense core is installed! Do you know the defense core? The kind in Black Rock City! It can withstand tens of thousands of shadow monster armies!”

Little Salty Cat shook his head, crossed his hands on his chest, and said seriously:

“Once the defense core is installed, plus the power of the goddess, even you may not be able to break through for a while, and this is not to defend against big guys like you, but to deal with orcs.”

“Tsk! Those stupid and weak orcs can be easily killed by Myriel!”

The little black dragon raised his head proudly.

“Really?”

Little Salty Cat glanced at it:

“I heard from Sister Alice that this time the enemy might be legendary.”

Myriel’s expression froze.

After saying that, Little Salty Cat lightly jumped onto Myriel’s dragon head under the effect of [Light Body Spell], and then knocked Myriel’s skull mask with his staff:

“If you don’t want your castle to be reduced to ruins under the siege of the orcs, then work hard! After defeating the orcs, I will treat you to ten carts of honey barbecue!”

Myriel’s eyes lit up when he heard it.

However, it swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shook its head quickly:

“No! Twenty carts!”

“Twenty carts is twenty carts!”

Little Salty Cat straightened his chest, very generous.

Myriel hesitated for a moment and drooled:

“How about… thirty carts? Hehehe, twenty carts may not be enough…”

“Get lost!”

…

Elf Forest, farm outside the city.

“That’s all right now!”

Oak Guard Basaka touched his big bald head and looked at the translucent arched buildings in front of him.

“Okay, thank you for your hard work, Lord Basaka.”

Cuckoo looked at the greenhouse in front of him and nodded slightly.

“This thing… can really make plants grow in winter like spring without magic?”

Looking at the strange building in front of him, Basaka was amazed.

“Of course.”

Cuckoo nodded slightly and explained:

“If you want plants to grow in winter, the only problem you need to solve is light and heat. As long as you have materials with good light transmittance and strong heat preservation, you can build this kind of greenhouse. This is a very common technology in our world.”

After that, Cuckoo touched the unused translucent building materials beside him:

“This crystal stone produced in the underground world is a good material after polishing.”

Basaka looked at Cuckoo in surprise, and then couldn’t help but admire:

“Miss Cuckoo, you know a lot of knowledge. Among the chosen ones I have seen, you are the most knowledgeable, and… the knowledge in your world is really amazing.”

“I just read more books, and these are all very basic scientific knowledge.”

Cuckoo shook his head.

…

Dark Mountains.

The whistling autumn wind completely wiped out the only remaining green, and the dark mountain body looked even more deep and dead against the backdrop of withered and dying plants.

In the sky, layers of dark clouds continued to gather, slowly moving from the south to the north…

Under the dark clouds, in the mountains.

The orcs all over the mountains, in the sound of loud horns, like a group of slowly moving locusts, continued to move forward.

They were tall and strong, wearing slightly simple equipment, surrounded by ten giant beasts that were ten meters tall, shaped like hippos, with fangs, human ears and lion tails.

They were the war beasts raised by the orcs – Behemoths. It is said that they have a trace of the blood of the Titans, and each one has the strength of at least the lower silver level!

And each Behemoth has a fluttering flag on its back. Different flags have different patterns. Some represent the Orc King’s Court, and some represent the major Orc tribes…

And the leading flag is painted with a bow-shaped symbol, belonging to the god of winter and hunting – Ullr.

King Imush the Lionheart and the Chief High Priest of the Orcs sat on the tallest Behemoth, looking at the mountains in the distance with cold expressions.

“After climbing over the peaks ahead, we will be able to get out of the Dark Mountains.”

The Chief High Priest said.

King Imush the Lionheart grinned twice:

“I like autumn, and I like winter even more. Now… I can’t wait to hear the elves screaming and begging for mercy.”

“Don’t be careless.”

The Chief High Priest’s expression was solemn:

“The elves also have the true gods behind them, and they are supported by the God of Death. Although their strength is weak, we must also be cautious. This time, we must destroy all the elves in the Elf Forest with one blow!”

“Destroy? No captives left? The price of elf slaves is still very high.”

King Imush the Lionheart was slightly startled.

“No more.”

The chief high priest shook his head:

“The evil god who stole the ministry of nature and life also stole the faith of the elves. If the elves cannot be completely eliminated, he is likely to completely control the laws of nature and life with the power of faith! And if the elves are eliminated, the new true god will lose the source of faith and will be on the verge of sleep!”

“Can the elves also convert?!”

The Lionheart King was extremely surprised.

“Any race… will change when it is on the verge of extinction.”

The chief high priest sighed.

After speaking, her expression became extremely pious and fanatical:

“Your Majesty the Father God has issued an oracle. This time… the elves in the Elf Forest must be completely wiped out and the foundation for their rebirth must be completely cut off!”

“When the war of faith is completely won, the evil god will decline and fall from the throne of the true god. Your Majesty the Father God can personally take action… send down an incarnation to kill the evil god! Take back the power that belongs to him!”

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(End of this chapter)