Game of the World Tree - Chapter 50

50. Chapter 50: Elf Followers (Please recommend!)

The Dark Mountains are located in the southwest of the Segus Continent, bordering the Elf Forest to the north, the Endless Sea to the west, the Fertile Plains to the east, and the Death Desert to the south…

Because the obsidian reserves in the mountains are extremely rich, even the peaks are stained with a layer of deep black, hence the name.

However, due to the rugged terrain and the barren land, the Dark Mountains have not become a paradise for animals and plants. There are only some drought-resistant trees and shrubs and alpine meadows, as well as a number of wild animals.

But it is rumored that in ancient times, the Dark Mountains were not barren. At that time, it was as rich and beautiful as the Elf Forest, and even had another nice name – Emerald Mountain.

But after a war between gods, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and everything was destroyed.

Now, the harsh environment of the Dark Mountains is almost as famous as the Death Desert.

Except for the caravans that must cross the mountains, and the dwarves and humans who try to find minerals in the Dark Mountains, few people set foot here…

In the northwest of the Dark Mountains, in a hidden valley.

In the corner of the valley, simple stone houses are arranged in a star-shaped pattern, forming a small village.

But even though they are simple in structure, these stone houses are arranged very neatly and clean. Not only that, flowers and bushes are planted around each house, which is enough to show the owner’s love for nature… This is not easy in the Dark Mountains.

In the center of the village is an open small square, on which a simple platform is built with stones and vines.

At this moment, more than 200 residents are gathering under the platform. They are old and young. Everyone wears a linen hood that can cover their faces. They are thin and their eyes are numb and dim. It can be seen that life is quite hard.

The faintly exposed pointed ears and outstanding appearance declare their identity-elves.

The elves sat together in twos and threes, looking curiously at the platform.

On the platform, two elders stood.

One of the old elves was wearing a gray priest costume. His hair and beard were all white, and he looked very energetic. He was the old priest sent by Eve to gather the elves – Samir Swift Wind.

The other one was an old female elf.

Her name was Philosir Fiery Flame. She was the village chief of this elf village and also Samir’s old friend.

The female elf looked at Samir beside her, sighed, and said:

“Samir, I have called all the tribesmen here as you said. If you have anything to say, can you say it now?”

Samir looked at the more than 200 people in the audience with a complicated expression:

“Are these all the members of the Flame Tribe?”

Philosir lowered her eyelids, and her voice was slightly sad:

“There are only so many left.”

“Ah… I didn’t expect that the Flame Tribe, which once had a population of nearly 10,000, has declined to this point.”

Samir sighed, feeling sad.

However, compared to the Swift Wind Tribe, whose population has completely disappeared, the Flame Tribe is already good.

After hearing Samir’s words, Ferosil’s eyes became a little hazy. She squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying and said,

“What can we do? Without the blessing of the true God, we are just homeless children, and we are bullied… It’s already good to find a hiding place in the Emerald Mountain.”

In the world of Segus where gods exist, it is difficult for ordinary intelligent races without the blessing of the true God to survive in the struggles of various races…

In particular, the elves themselves have a fatal attraction to other races.

Without power and protection, their beautiful appearance, their long lifespan, and their innate magical physique are all coveted by other races.

In addition, the elves are originally peaceful, peace-loving and kind-hearted. They are not good at fighting with others, so in a series of conspiracies and struggles, the race is getting weaker and weaker.

The blessing of the true God?

Samir’s eyes flashed.

He took a deep breath, smiled brightly, and said with a hint of enthusiasm and excitement:

“Actually… I came here this time just for this matter.”

“Huh?”

Firoxier looked at him in surprise.

It was not until this moment that the old chief of the Flame Tribe realized that the old friend in front of him seemed to be slightly different from the image in his memory.

Although he had not seen him for many years, Samir looked more energetic. There was a faint glow in his eyes, and he seemed to be full of hope for the future.

That was far from the gray-faced old man he saw a few years ago. The numbness and despair in his turbid eyes disappeared.

Firoxier’s eyes condensed.

The Wind Tribe of the Elves is the most special tribe among all the elf tribes. They are responsible for offering sacrifices to the Mother of Nature and are also called the Priest Tribe.

After the fall of the World Tree, the Wind Tribe was also the tribe that suffered the most and was persecuted the most.

As the elder of the tribe, Samir Gale had experienced the whole process of the Gale tribe’s rise and fall… Every time she saw him, he looked sad and desperate.

If she remembered correctly, Samir should have been near the Elf Forest, carrying the last natural saint to insist on natural sacrifices, hoping to awaken the Mother Goddess…

But now…

Looking at Samir’s energetic and high-spirited appearance, and his eyes full of hope and light, a thought that was a little unbelievable suddenly came to her mind…

Could it be…

Her heart, which had not fluctuated for many years, suddenly beat violently.

“You…”

She looked at Samir, her voice trembling, as if she was wondering about something, and seemed to be expecting something.

Samir turned his head, smiled gently at his old friend, and then stretched out his arms…

A brilliant holy light radiated from him, carrying a reassuring power and a strong natural breath. The

light was brilliant, and at this moment, Samir seemed to have become the darling of nature. The powerful breath of life swept the entire square in an instant…

Feeling the huge natural power in the old priest’s body, Feiluoxier widened his eyes and said in shock:

“Silver… Silver priest!”

Silver priest!

After the fall of Mother Nature, how many years have passed since we saw such a high-ranking priest?

Silver is a watershed. Only true gods can support silver-level priests!

At this moment, Feiluoxier felt that his old heart was beating more and more violently like a young man. The original absurd and endless hopeful thoughts had already pointed to a certain reality!

“This… This…”

She murmured, almost unable to speak to herself.

The power of the holy light also attracted all the elves. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the elf elder on the high platform in shock and confusion.

Looking at the eyes that gathered, Samir smiled slightly.

He faced north and devoutly drew a symbol of Mother Nature on his chest. His voice was gentle and powerful:

“Fellow countrymen, our true God… is back. He has issued a divine revelation, calling us to return to the forest of elves and regain our glory!”

After that, he took out a golden leaf from his arms. It was the holy object that Eve had applied divine power to – the leaf of the world tree.

Samir held up the leaf of the world tree and devoutly and respectfully stimulated the power in it…

In an instant, the rich natural power spread, and wherever it went, branches sprouted and flowers bloomed. In the blink of an eye, the square was surrounded by clusters of flowers and lush vines…

Looking at this miraculous scene, all the elves were shocked.

“It’s the power of nature! This is the power of nature!”

An old elf recognized it and his voice was full of excitement.

Along with the miracle, an ethereal and sacred voice echoed in the air:

“Children, go home.”

Children, go home…

The majestic voice was soft and pleasant… With a hint of sighing, and full of endless vicissitudes, it possessed a strange power to soothe people’s hearts.

This was the prophecy recorded by Eve in the leaves of the world tree.

In an instant, all the elves felt a warm energy pouring into their bodies, and their bodies, which had been weakened by long-term wandering, gradually regained their strength!

With a “thump”, Fei Luoxier subconsciously knelt on the ground, looking at the shining world leaves, feeling the vigorous vitality in her body, and two lines of turbid tears dripped down.

She raised her head, her expression surprised and sad:

“Mother Goddess… This is the power of Mother Goddess!”

“He… is back!”

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(End of this chapter)