Game of the World Tree - Chapter 499

499. Chapter 497 Don’t kill me! I surrender!

“Miner?”

Hearing Xiao Xian Miao’s words, the players’ eyes lit up.

This has to start with the magic gun…

As the steam gun was improved into a more powerful magic gun that can also gain experience, the archer profession has a tendency to rise.

Unlike bows and arrows that require serious learning of skills, magic guns are easier for players to use, and they are more accurate and have higher lethality.

This has given many long-range players who have a headache with the use of bows and arrows a ray of hope.

Not only that, with the auxiliary skills originally suitable for bows and arrows, the magic gun can even exert a stronger power.

Even non-shooter players, and even some spellcaster players, can carry a magic gun for self-defense.

There is no doubt…

The magic gun developed by the players has become the most popular weapon in just a few days after being evaluated, highly praised and recommended by a group of big guys.

However, the output of magic guns in the Elf Forest is far less than the demand for magic guns by players.

It is not difficult to transform a steam gun into a magic gun.

For some players who have learned magic inscriptions, they can improve the steam gun by themselves according to the modification methods announced by the big guys on the forum.

And those players who have learned forging can even use materials to make more exquisite magic gun equipment.

However, the problem lies in the improvement and forging.

Unlike other weapons, the improvement and manufacture of magic guns must use a metal with good magic conductivity-mithril, and an ore that can store magic power-magic stone.

The former is used to improve magic guns, and the latter is not only used for improvement, but also a device for storing magic power, and it is also a consumable.

With these two materials, players can show their skills.

As a result, these two materials naturally become scarce in the Elf Forest.

Unfortunately, the Elf Forest does not have these two materials.

On weekdays, players generally use the specialties of the Elf Forest to exchange with the dwarves in the underground world.

However, the transaction volume is still too small and too expensive.

The big guys can still play it, and the civilians have to stand aside.

However, I don’t know whether the players are lucky or the game officials have already arranged it.

Just when many players were madly complaining about the cost of improving magic guns on the forum, someone discovered mithril and magic stone mines in Rivendell…

Well, maybe it shouldn’t be said that someone discovered it.

Instead, there were players with quick brains who, through telling stories day after day, sending delicious food and other fancy “kneeling and licking”, finally raised the favorability of Rose, the spider queen living in seclusion in Rivendell, to more than 50…

Finally, after much persuasion, the player got what he wanted and was told the location of the minerals by her…

This was not easy.

Because these two materials are also delicious food for crypt spiders.

So… a vigorous mining campaign began.

The spring of civilian shooter players has also arrived.

However, with minerals, they still need to be mined.

Crypt spiders themselves like to eat these minerals, so asking them to help is like throwing meat buns at dogs.

So… it’s just the players.

Mining minerals is a hard and laborious job…

So another problem came.

That is, the players suddenly found that the Elf Forest was short of labor…

Are there many players in the Elf Forest?

Many.

Since the public beta, a full 160,000 players have gathered in the Elf Forest.

Although most of the old players have been wandering in the wild area for a long time, 100,000 new players are enough to make the core area very lively.

However, although there are more players, the labor in the Elf Forest is even more scarce.

Because… the demand for magic guns has increased again.

Not all players are willing to do hard labor. More players still yearn for swords and magic, adventure and fighting. It’s okay

to let them take an hour every day to do boring daily tasks, but if they do hard labor all day long, no one except masochists can stand it.

Everyone comes to play games, not to abuse themselves…

And the way that the old players think of is to “trade” with new players, let the new players sell their hard labor to mine, in exchange for the old players to take a certain amount of time to take them to the advanced map to kill monsters and upgrade.

This method is a win-win situation, but to be honest, the efficiency is not high, because the speed at which new players mine is really very touching…

If you want to blame it, you can only blame “Elf Kingdom” for being too hardcore.

Even mining is a technical job that requires practice.

Not to mention that elves are known for their agility. Except for those players who prefer tank warfare, most of them have limited strength…

Therefore, when Xiao Xian Miao mentioned the word “miner”, other players instantly understood what she was going to do.

“Yes! We can take these orcs back to help us mine!”

“Haha, Meow Giant, you are such a genius! Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Are you really only 15 years old?”

“Look carefully, orcs are much stronger than us, and they are also very strong. They are indeed very suitable!”

“And they are easy to feed! The last thing we lack in the Elf Forest is food!”

“Hiss… We can even directly raise a large group of orcs to mine, and we can also develop it into an industry, and further export the ore to make money!”

“What’s the big deal about exporting ore? There will be a big war soon, and we can also sell all the captured orcs to the Dark Dwarves! Well… we will keep the unbelievers and sell the believers!”

“666!”

“Talents! You are all talents!”

The players talked in a flurry, looking excited.

They were all members of the Meng Meng Committee, and many of them were also half-life players, with all kinds of wonderful ideas at their fingertips. After

a while, they were even almost discussing how to use the capital accumulated by the Meng Meng Committee in real estate development, and how to further monopolize the future orc trade in the entire Elf Forest…

Looking at the excited members, Xiao Xian Miao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly reminded them:

“But then again, only unfaithful orcs can be brought back, otherwise there will still be hidden dangers, and don’t force it… We are few in number, and we can’t bring so many people.”

“I understand!”

The players nodded.

After the excitement, they were more looking forward to the sneak attack at night.

However, this time it was not just for experience points and contribution points.

…

In the central tent of the Orc tribe.

Priest Sharu sat under the torch, counting gold pounds with a silly smile, and happily drinking the beer he had just bought from the Soran Chamber of Commerce.

“Hehehe… When Andris and the others come back, and then sell the golden dragons and elves, I can collect enough money for tribute, so that I can change a safe position for the tribe during the war.”

He said to himself, his expression full of expectation.

To be honest, Sharu did not think he was a competent silver priest.

At the beginning, he was just an ordinary apprentice priest, and he got in by relying on his connections, and his faith was only at the level of a shallow believer.

However, a person’s success is inseparable from personal struggle, and it is also necessary to consider the course of history.

Three years ago, the only old priest in the tribe returned to the kingdom of God.

And every tribe must have at least one priest of the tribe to maintain contact with the royal court.

However, the tribe he belonged to had too few people and was too remote, so in the end, they could only promote the short ones to the tall ones, which made him, a mediocre apprentice priest, get promoted…

He thought that was the end.

But last winter, the Lionheart King died in battle, the royal court was in turmoil, and the entire Death Desert was reshuffled.

After that, the Father God issued a war oracle, and the Hunting Church suddenly began to improve the strength of priests in all tribes in large quantities. He, an originally incompetent priest, was also allocated a quota and got the opportunity to go to the royal court to receive the favor of God…

He wanted to refuse at that time. After all, his family knew his own business. He often dealt with human smugglers, and he was also slightly affected. His faith was not pious…

If he really went to the royal court, it would be exposed!

However, the messenger said that each tribe must have at least one priest to accept the favor of God, and the church had already decided that his small tribe could only have him, and he would be the chief priest leading the future war…

The result surprised him.

Although he was just a shallow believer who was not even a devout believer, he actually received the favor of God and became a high and mighty silver priest!

Of course, he was the lowest among the silver priests…

The priests of other tribes who were traveling with him were much stronger than him, and many of them even became silver priests.

However, this also made Cell very grateful and satisfied…

For him, this position was like picking it up.

However, after being satisfied, he was terrified.

As a wise man who often dealt with humans and thought he was knowledgeable, Cell knew that this was definitely not normal.

He had also heard about this phenomenon of temporary forced promotion to become a priest from human bards…

That was an operation that only took place before the decisive battle between the true gods, and such beings were often cannon fodder in the war…

cannon fodder…

That’s right.

After becoming a silver priest, he had to lead the warriors of the tribe to participate in the war and go to the battlefield himself.

However, Cell did not want to be cannon fodder.

After thinking about it, the only way he could think of was to change the position of his tribe in the army through bribery. As long as he could be in the back row, his chances of survival would be greater…

“Hey, I heard that those evil elves are not only fearless, but also eat raw meat and blood. They will eat captives and make them into skewers… They are even more evil than demons. I don’t want to fight with such guys…”

He shook his head.

After counting his beloved gold pounds again, Cell carefully put them back to the hidden place, covered them gently with rags, and wiped off the traces.

Then, he picked up the cup made of skulls and drank the beer.

Smacking his lips, he nodded beautifully, then threw the bone cup away, lay on the bed made of animal skins, closed his eyes and took a nap, waiting for the return of Andris and others…

After an unknown amount of time, Cell woke up from his daze.

He looked at the sky and it was late at night.

However, Andris and others still hadn’t returned.

This discovery made him frown slightly.

He stood up and walked around in his tent, suddenly feeling a little restless.

“Why hasn’t he come back after so long?”

Cell muttered in dissatisfaction.

Andris had been out for half a day, but there was no news at all…

Not only that, the tribesmen who were traveling with him had no contact.

And this also made Cell, who was originally excited about the golden dragon, gradually calm down.

He has lived here for decades, and there is no danger around here. If there is really a danger, it should be that human travelers who strayed into the Death Desert encountered them, the orcs.

However, the hunting team has been away for too long…

“Could it be that Andris took the golden dragon for himself?”

Cell muttered to himself.

This is possible. After all, the golden dragon is too valuable. Although he sent far more people than mercenaries, Andris is a silver professional!

He doesn’t believe in the integrity of humans.

Thinking of this, Cell became more and more uneasy.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a burst of noisy sounds coming from outside the tent.

The sound was noisy and chaotic, and there seemed to be explosions, screams and shouts, as well as the sound of metal swords colliding.

“What’s going on? Someone is attacking?”

Cell was stunned, his expression solemn.

At this time, the tent was suddenly knocked open, and an injured orc stumbled in, saying in fear:

“Lord Cell, it’s bad! The elves are attacking! The elves are attacking!”

The elves are attacking?

Cell was stunned, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

However, looking at the other party’s terrified expression, his heart couldn’t help but tremble.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered Andris and others who had no news for a long time…

“No… No way.”

He swallowed his saliva, quickly took out his mace and changed it into a staff, and walked out of the tent.

However, at the moment he was about to walk out of the tent, he seemed to remember something, and he quickly sent away the orc who reported the news, then returned to the place where he hid the gold pounds, put the hidden gold pounds in his arms, and then walked out of the tent again.

When Sharu came out of the tent, he was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

It was already dark.

But at this moment, the Orc tribe was extremely bright.

However, what illuminated everything was not anything else, but fire.

Blazing flames.

Those were the tents and thatched houses ignited by fireballs.

The buildings, which had already seemed dry because of the beginning of autumn, suddenly burned like dry wood encountering a raging fire, burning half the sky red, and the entire tribe fell into chaos.

Elves riding various magical beasts rushed in with a howl and started a melee with the orcs in the tribe.

No, it should not be called a melee.

It was simply a one-sided crushing.

The elves held up strange metal pipes and sprayed tongues of fire at the orc warriors, and the orc warriors fell down one after another with screams.

From time to time, Cell could still hear the elves quarreling:

“Fuck! Don’t kill them all!”

“Tsk, what’s the hurry? There are thousands of orcs!”

Cell: …

“Elves… Really elves! And they are evil elves from the Elf Forest!”

Looking at the elves’ gorgeous equipment as described in the legend, Cell couldn’t help but lose his voice.

He couldn’t see how many elves came, but it seemed that there was a battle everywhere, and there were enemies everywhere.

The air was full of the smell of burning grass buildings and the strong smell of blood.

There was no doubt that this was a premeditated sneak attack.

And… it was quite successful.

Looking at the tribe that was completely in chaos, Cell felt that his mind was blank.

And just when he was hesitating whether to call on his tribe to fight back or sneak away, the elves also noticed him.

There was no way, the silver professional was like a light in the dark night, so eye-catching under the players’ exploration.

After discovering that Cell, a silver professional who appeared almost out of nowhere and a priest with extremely high experience value, the eyes of all the players lit up, and they rushed over with a grin and raised their weapons…

Feeling the great crisis of life, Cell’s expression changed drastically and his face turned pale.

He almost subconsciously protected his head with a mace and staff, and shouted loudly:

“Don’t kill me! I surrender!”

However, as soon as he said this, he immediately regretted it…

Because he suddenly remembered that the orcs of the cave tribe who escaped from the elf forest once said that these evil elves never accept the enemy’s surrender…

Instead of admitting defeat, his best course of action should be to turn around and run, or call on his tribesmen to fight.

In just one sentence, Cell missed the best opportunity and was surrounded by several elves.

It’s over…

He felt sad.

However, what surprised and delighted him was that the weapons of the elves did not fall…

Didn’t… Didn’t kill me?

Cell was frightened and hiccuped subconsciously.

“Throw away your weapons, hold your head and squat!”

The elves pointed their knives at him and said.

“Pada…”

Cell threw his mace and staff to the ground without hesitation, and the gold pounds in his arms also fell to the ground…

(End of this chapter)