Game of the World Tree - Chapter 597

597. Chapter 595 Oracle and Messenger

Death Desert, Sandstorm City.

Thranduil, the original elf, sat in the dwarf tavern, toasting with several enthusiastic female players around him while enjoying his leisure time in the afternoon.

Since being sent to the Death Desert by Her Majesty the Mother Goddess to deal with the affairs of the Orcs, he has been living a more comfortable life.

The main reason is that the Chosen Ones are too capable.

If there is any trouble, just order them to do it.

These warriors who love fighting are generally not very smart.

As long as he makes good use of the task system, he doesn’t need to do many things himself, and the dirty and tiring work can be handed over to the Chosen Ones.

Obviously, the workload is not small, but for Thranduil, it is easier than in the Elf Forest.

When he was in the Elf Forest, he still needed to do some things in the church frequently, connect with the elves, and many things had to be done personally.

But here, he only needs to rely on the task system to train the Chosen Ones and command them to deal with the affairs of the Orcs.

The Chosen Ones are willing to work hard, as long as they are rewarded enough and have a high impression, even if they are asked to dig feces in the manure pit, they are willing to do it. They

are simply the best coolies!

Sipping the fruit wine offered by the Chosen Ones, shaking their heads and listening to the performance of the bards in the tavern, chatting with the beautiful and enthusiastic female Chosen Ones beside them from time to time, and receiving some gifts from them…

and Thranduil himself only needs to express closeness appropriately.

Sometimes even just a smile can attract a scream…

This kind of life is simply too comfortable.

Although the environment of Sandstorm City is not very good and does not suit the preferences of elves at all, Thranduil feels that it is quite comfortable here.

Even in the harsh environment, under his “sincere” appeal, there are also enthusiastic Chosen Ones who have joined the team to transform the environment of Sandstorm City.

Now, some druid Chosen Ones have begun to try to plant trees and flowers in the city.

Oh, by the way, there is also the fairy tribe newly created by the Mother Goddess.

Those little guys are quite suitable for improving the environment. Thranduil has been thinking about whether he can find a way to trick some of them from the Dark Mountains.

Anything counts. Since he is stationed in Sandstorm City, it is better to dress it up beautifully.

Thranduil thought so.

Just as he was enjoying the afternoon tea leisurely and experiencing the massage techniques of the two female Chosen Ones, which were said to be ancestral crafts, a sacred and majestic voice resounded in his mind:

“Are you comfortable?”

“Comfortable, very comfortable.”

Thranduil nodded subconsciously and replied with a smile.

However, he soon realized that the voice was directly in his mind.

And the sacred and majestic breath also sobered him up instantly…

Thranduil shuddered and stood up quickly.

“Mother… cough… Goddess!”

He coughed twice, his expression a little embarrassed.

As the first original elf, he is also a God-favored One, so he can naturally hear the voice from the Mother Goddess in person.

However, the Mother Goddess had not given him a direct oracle for a long time, and even the previous assignment of the Death Desert was conveyed by Zero, the God’s Favored One, so He really didn’t react for a while…

The voice in his consciousness was silent for a moment, and then it sounded again:

“Thrandir, I have something to tell you to do…”

…

The new game announcement once again attracted the attention of the majority of players.

And when everyone saw that the drop rewards included silver job transfer quotas and artifact repair point scrolls, this expectation was pushed to a small climax.

There is no other reason.

Although the number of BOSSes and drop rewards have increased since Demon Palace 2.0, it is still too tight for hundreds of thousands of players in the whole server.

Especially the artifact repair point scrolls that can only be dropped after clearing Lao A.

In the words of some old players who have come from the era of flat online games, the touching drop rate of artifact repair point scrolls is more exaggerated than the black crystals used to create special effect weapons in some online games…

And at this time, there is a new drop source, which will naturally attract the attention of countless people.

Not to mention that the official website also mentioned that the new gameplay will have high contribution rewards, which is simply good news for non-chiefs.

On the other side of the world of Segus, in the Dwarf Kingdom in the southern mountains, the National Church also received an oracle from its own true god.

In the Dwarf Kingdom, in a temple of a Dwarf city built in the mountains. The

three-meter-high statue of the Dwarf and the God of Forging is shining with glory, and the vast power is rippling in the temple.

Under the statue, an elderly dwarf wearing a high crown and a gorgeous robe is prostrating in front of the statue, worshiping fanatically:

“Praise you, the great Dwarf God, the great God of Forging, your oracle is the direction we are moving forward…”

Gradually, the light on the statue slowly disappeared…

and the old dwarf slowly stood up.

He pondered for a moment, and ordered the dwarf warrior on duty at the door of the temple:

“Go and call the copper furnace.”

“Yes, Your Holiness!”

The dwarf soldier said respectfully.

The old dwarf is the supreme leader of the National Church of the Dwarf Kingdom, the current Pope appointed by the Dwarf and Forging God Dorft.

As the top clergyman of the True God in the secular world, he can also be addressed as His Majesty.

The dwarf soldier returned quickly.

He brought a middle-aged dwarf warrior with a thick beard, short and strong, and black curly hair. The

dwarf warrior carried a strong evil spirit, and his armor was bumpy, and it was obvious that he had been through a long battle.

He came to the Pope and saluted respectfully:

“Your Majesty, what do you want to see me for?”

The Pope glanced at him, and then said seriously:

“Bronze Furnace, His Majesty the True God has just issued an oracle, and the opportunity to seal the Fallen has come!”

“You are the most powerful warrior in the entire Dwarf Kingdom, and you also have a very fast golden griffin. I now order you to rush to the Sandstorm City in the Death Desert to seek help from the elves.”

“Dead Desert? Sandstorm City? Go there to find the elves? Isn’t that the territory of the orcs?”

The dwarf warrior was slightly stunned, with a surprised expression.

The Pope nodded and said:

“Yes, it used to be, but not now. You have been fighting in the Sealed Land for most of the past six months, and you are still not aware of some of the things that happened in the world of Segos. Now the Death Desert has been conquered by the elves who believe in the God of Life and Nature.”

“The God of Life and Nature? Is it Her Majesty Eve who was rumored in the underground world last year?”

The dwarf warrior suddenly realized.

“Yes.”

The Pope nodded.

“I understand, I’ll leave now!”

The dwarf war god straightened his face and answered seriously.

…

The sun rose and set, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed since the game announcement.

New game updates have not yet arrived, but the enthusiasm for battlefield missions in the entire server has not decreased. On the contrary, it has further fermented over time.

It is mainly due to the accelerated thinking.

More than 300,000 players are not online every day.

As the number of people increases, there are many people who go online once every one or two days in reality, and several days in the game.

In other words, if you don’t go online for a few days in the game, the system will forcibly recycle your body for self-protection.

Otherwise… just looking at the realistic life system of the game, if there are really players who don’t go online for ten days or half a month, they would have starved to death in the game.

In this case, every time the players who discovered the announcement gradually calmed down, there would be new players who were online and happily discovered the update log.

It has become a cycle.

So… the enthusiasm for battlefield missions continued in the game.

However, “Elf Kingdom” has too much freedom and too many ways to play.

As an unprecedented open online game masterpiece, there is only what you can’t think of, and nothing you can’t do.

Players will never lack goals. As long as you are willing, you can do a lot of things.

Therefore, the first players who knew that the battlefield mission was coming, after looking forward to it for a day or two, put it behind their minds and continued to do other things.

Of course, doing other things does not mean that everyone will completely forget about the update.

If you carefully observe the activity trajectory of the players, you will find that after the new announcement came out, many people’s activities have narrowed down and began to revolve around the Chosen City.

The purpose of the players is to take advantage of the convenient transportation conditions of the Chosen City so that they can participate in the battlefield mission as soon as it is launched.

At the same time, there are also rumors that the battlefield mission is likely to appear in the Sandstorm City in the Death Desert, which is said to be spread from some female Chosen.

However, not many people believe it.

Two days after the announcement of the game update, the envoy of the Dwarf Kingdom, the legendary dwarf warrior Tonglu who possesses a golden griffin and is known as the “Sky Knight”, also came to the heart of the Death Desert…

Death Desert, about 100 kilometers south of Sandstorm City.

A caravan loaded with goods is moving slowly.

Suddenly, a loud howl like a lion’s roar and an eagle’s cry came from the sky, startling the horses in the caravan.

“What happened? Are there more elves attacking? Didn’t you tell them that you are one of us?”

A carriage in the caravan moved, and two fully armed elf warriors jumped down and asked vigilantly.

“My Lord Elf, it’s a griffin!”

The human leader of the caravan replied respectfully.

“Griffin?”

The two elves’ eyes lit up, and then looked up.

“No, it’s too high, we shouldn’t be able to take it down.”

“What a pity, if I had known earlier, I would have brought my giant eagle here. I heard from Big Brother Natsume that the griffin is quite suitable as a mount.”

The two elves shook their heads.

The two elves are naturally players.

Now the map of the Death Desert has been completely opened to players, and occasionally there will be players who act as mercenaries to protect the caravans traveling in the Death Desert.

In particular, the Nature’s Heart Guild, which has exchanges with caravans from various forces, often sends guild members to escort caravans into the area where players are active.

This is inevitable.

Because the caravans of other forces are not protected by the system like the elves in the Elf Forest.

If the players really want to attack, they can do it.

In addition, this kind of long-distance caravan is generally more profitable. Although those high-level players may not care, for many new players, robbing caravans is definitely a profitable business.

Therefore, after experiencing the sourness of elves becoming highway robbers, the caravans have learned their lesson.

Although it is absurd and shocking that elves can also shift their camps, everyone gets used to it over time.

Once they enter the Death Desert or Dark Mountains, where elves are active, they will find a way to hire elves as guards.

Only players can deal with players.

After seeing that there are players guarding, the robbing players generally choose to give up.

The two players looked at the griffin circling in the sky with curiosity, and shook their heads and sighed that they could not capture it.

However, at this moment, the griffin seemed to have discovered the caravan and began to fly towards the caravan on its own initiative.

“Huh? It’s flying towards us!”

The two players’ expressions moved.

However, just as the griffin approached, the players and caravan members were surprised to find a short figure sitting behind the griffin.

With a cloud of dust, the griffin landed on the ground, and then a sturdy dwarf warrior with a black beard jumped down.

He looked at the caravan and asked loudly:

“Are you heading to Sandstorm City? Is Sandstorm City in the direction ahead?”

Although this dwarf warrior was quite short even among dwarves, and his height might not even reach the thigh of an elf, no one dared to underestimate him.

Because all the professionals present felt an amazing aura from the other party.

That was the aura that only high-ranking professionals would have!

Even the two players looked serious.

Because after the griffin landed, not to mention the dwarf riding on the griffin, even the griffin that they just commented on had a much stronger aura than the two of them…

Both of them were already silver, and they didn’t have this feeling when facing the demon boss in the Demon God’s Labyrinth. They only had a similar feeling when fighting Lao A…

They definitely encountered a big boss-level NPC.

The human members of the caravan looked at each other, and the leader nodded:

“Yes, this dwarf, we are indeed going to Sandstorm City.”

The dwarf warrior was the envoy of the Dwarf Kingdom, the copper furnace with legendary strength.

He scratched his thick curly hair and whispered:

“Really, then it seems that I am not wrong.”

After that, he turned around and jumped on the griffin to leave.

However, before he left, a voice with a little excitement and expectation came from the caravan:

“This dwarf… Sir, are you going to Sandstorm City for something?”

It was the two players.

Looking at the hurried dwarf warriors, they felt that they could faintly smell the breath of hidden plots…

Hearing the voice behind him, Tonglu turned back subconsciously, and when he saw the person who was talking clearly, his eyes lit up slightly:

“Elf?”

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(end of this chapter)