Game of the World Tree - Chapter 619

619. Chapter 617 You are all still alive? !

The yellow sand was endless, and the sky was high and the clouds were light.

Accompanied by the loud eagle cries, majestic griffins fell from the sky and landed outside the gate of Sandstorm City.

Then, short figures jumped lightly from the back of the griffins.

They were well-equipped dwarves.

They looked at the city gate in the distance with curiosity.

Among the strongest dwarves, there was a golden griffin that was much more majestic than most of its companions.

After the golden griffin stopped, two figures, one big and one small, also jumped easily from the back of the griffin to the ground.

No, perhaps it is not appropriate to say one big and one small.

Because even the taller one is quite short compared to the elves around who were curiously watching the dwarf team.

These are also two dwarves, one tall and one short.

The older dwarf was in his prime, with a thick beard and black curly hair draped behind his head. Although his armor was simple, it was obvious that it was not made of ordinary materials.

The younger dwarf was quite cute and dressed in gorgeous clothes. He stared with wide eyes, curiously and excitedly looking at the tall city gate in front of him.

After the two jumped to the ground, all the other dwarves stood behind them respectfully, forming a loyal guard.

The older dwarf first instructed the dwarf warrior beside him to place the griffin, looked at the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief:

“Fortunately, the dragon is not here…”

Then, he looked at the young man beside him and smiled gently:

“Your Excellency, we are here, this is Sandstorm City.”

After hearing the older dwarf’s words, the young dwarf’s eyes lit up.

“Sandstorm City! This is Sandstorm City! Grandpa Tonglu, can we go to the Elf Forest through here?”

He asked excitedly.

“Of course, with the help of the Elf Teleportation Array, we can get there soon.”

The older dwarf said happily.

The older dwarf is naturally the legendary warrior Tonglu with the title of “Sky Knight”.

And the envoys who appeared here are from the Dwarf Kingdom.

Three days have passed since the end of the Sealing War, and this time, Tonglu will lead a formal envoy group on behalf of the Dwarf Kingdom to visit the elves again.

Unlike the last emergency request for help, this time Tonglu will formally visit the Forest of Elves on behalf of the kingdom, participate in the festival celebrations of the elves, and formally propose the intention of forming an alliance with the elves.

This is the instruction of the Dwarf Pope, and it is also the intention of the current king of the Dwarf Kingdom.

In these days of the Sealing War, the Dwarf Kingdom has clearly seen the strength and friendliness of the elves.

Facing such a race, no one is unwilling to release goodwill and establish friendship.

In this regard, the king of the Dwarf Kingdom even sent his only prince as one of the envoys to show his importance to this matter.

Looking at the familiar city gate in front of him, thinking about the instructions of the Pope and the king before coming, Tonglu’s expression became more solemn.

And when he saw the elves coming and going at the city gate, his eyes gradually took on a sigh.

He thought of the battle a few days ago and the fearless sacrifice of the chosen elves…

“It’s only been a few days. Although the scenery remains the same, people have changed.”

He sighed slightly.

Although the war is over.

Although the statue of the goddess of life has been broken and dissipated after completing its goal.

But the fierce battle seemed to have happened yesterday, and everything was still vivid in his mind.

Until now, Tonglu still feels a little dazed from time to time, and feels that the disappearance of the seal of the evil god that has affected the dwarf kingdom for thousands of years and directly led to the gradual decline of the dwarf race is unreal. After

a little sigh, Tonglu waved to the warriors who were traveling with him:

“Let’s go, let’s go into the city.”

Hearing Tonglu’s order, the dwarves looked solemn, lined up in a neat team, and walked towards the city gate.

The dwarf team’s goal is large and eye-catching.

Before they enter the city, they quickly attracted the attention of the city gate guards.

They are two tall elves wearing silver armor.

After seeing the dwarf team, they asked gently but vigilantly:

“Dwarf friends, where are you from and why do you want to enter the city?”

After hearing the elves’ words, Tonglu looked at them strangely.

For some reason, he always felt that these elves gave him a different feeling…

How to say it, they seemed a little too stable, and not as enthusiastic as he imagined.

He still remembers the warm reception of the elves when he first entered Sandstorm City!

Well, that’s not quite accurate.

To be honest, in fact, stability and moderate enthusiasm are the original impression of Tonglu on elves.

It’s just that the communication with the elf Chosen in the past few days has already overturned his perception of elves. At this moment, meeting these relatively “normal” ones, he is a little uncomfortable.

Of course, Tonglu didn’t know that the elves in front of him were actually real elves.

And the ones before were just players.

As the number of elves increased, players have gradually given up the hard work of standing guard.

Now the guards of various elf cities are basically hired elf NPCs.

Sandstorm City also officially handed over the work two days ago, and real elves maintain the city’s law and order.

With a friendly smile, Tonglu explained his purpose to the elven guards.

After learning the purpose of the dwarves’ visit, the two elven guards quickly became enthusiastic.

They actually knew that the Chosen Ones were supporting the Dwarven Kingdom.

Especially after the “live broadcast” in the tavern.

However, before the two elven guards invited the dwarf team into the city, a large group of elves with gorgeous equipment got wind of the news and rushed out.

They surrounded the dwarf team, looked at Tonglu, and greeted him enthusiastically:

“Mr. Tonglu, why are you here?”

“Mr. Tonglu, good afternoon!”

These were naturally players who came here because of the NPC.

Looking at those enthusiastic smiling faces, Tonglu couldn’t help but smile.

Finally… I found that feeling again.

He saw many familiar figures among these elves, all of whom were the Chosen Elf who had participated in the Sealing War.

With the experience of fighting side by side before, Tonglu felt quite familiar with them now.

However, when his eyes swept over the elf team, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

It’s a pity that some figures will never be seen again.

That innocent elf girl will never be seen again.

“This time when I visited the Elf Forest, I just happened to propose the monument to the elf leaders and asked them to provide a list of the Chosen who died in the Sealing War…”

“Those heroes must be remembered and cannot be forgotten!”

Tonglu sighed secretly, and his eyes gradually became firm.

He adjusted his mood and explained the reason to the new elf.

For a while, the elves became more enthusiastic and rushed to offer themselves as guides.

Tonglu was very moved by this.

Surrounded by the elves, the dwarf team quickly entered the Sandstorm City.

Thranduil, the Lord of Sandstorm City, was alarmed and soon showed up to receive the envoys in person.

Of course, Sandstorm City was just a transit station.

The final destination of the envoys was the Forest of Elves.

Therefore, after just a short rest, the dwarf group, under the guidance of the elves, walked towards the teleportation array leading to the Dark Mountains…

“The teleportation array is really a great magic. I really hope that one day our Dwarf Kingdom can also use it.”

Standing in front of the teleportation array of Sandstorm City, Tonglu sighed.

Teleportation array is a very advanced and common magic for the residents of the world of Segos.

However, for most races, the teleportation arrays they use are generally short-distance arrays.

As for large-scale long-distance teleportation arrays like Sandstorm City, it is actually quite rare.

On the one hand, magic materials are scarce, and on the other hand, the maintenance cost is relatively high.

Of course, the core problem is that the array is not advanced enough.

Only the elves, as a magical race, have teleportation magic with relatively low construction and maintenance costs.

“It’s all thanks to the chosen ones. If the Dwarf Kingdom needs it, we can also help build relevant arrays in the Dwarf Kingdom.”

Thranduil smiled slightly.

Tonglu looked happy:

“That’s great. When I go back, I will definitely report this matter to His Majesty the King and strengthen cooperation with you!”

He exchanged a few more words with Thranduil, and then led other dwarf warriors into the teleportation array.

However, before entering the magic circle, Tonglu’s peripheral vision accidentally swept a few familiar figures in the distance.

They were several well-equipped elves.

More precisely, they were the Chosen Elfs who had participated in the Sealing War.

However, the moment Tonglu saw them, his eyes widened and his expression was shocked.

Because if he was not mistaken, they seemed to be several Chosen Elfs who he had witnessed dying in battle!

He would definitely not be wrong, because in his impression, those Chosen Elfs died in a very miserable way.

Beheading was a normal operation. He remembered that one was even torn into pieces by the Demon Lord…

When Tonglu wanted to identify them carefully, the teleportation magic circle had already bloomed with a bright light, blocking his sight.

The space reversed, and the field of vision changed.

After the teleportation, Tonglu looked at the unfamiliar scene in front of him, and after a moment of stunned concentration, he shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly:

“Maybe I saw it wrong. How could a dead person appear again…”

The location after the teleportation was behind a valley.

Tonglu identified it and thought that this should belong to the territory of the Dark Mountains.

Around the magic circle is a small elf stronghold, which seems to be built spontaneously, with various stalls.

When the dwarf delegation arrived here, more elf Chosen came to watch after hearing the news.

However, Tonglu did not stay for too long, but took the team to teleport again and arrived at the next location, the former elf manufacturing capital – Rivendell.

The distance from the Death Desert to the Elf Forest is still too far.

Even if there is a long-distance teleportation magic circle, it still needs to be constantly turned around.

However, through the turnover, Tonglu has a deeper understanding of the development of the elves.

Take Rivendell for example. He once passed by this lost city of the elves when he was young. At that time, he was still an adventurer. I remember that it was just a desolate ruin.

However, after being teleported here, Tonglu was surprised to find that the former ruins had disappeared, replaced by a vibrant canyon city.

Of course, if you look closely, you will find that there are still many traces of ruins in various parts of the city, but overall, the whole city has been full of vitality again.

The rumbling workshops and furnaces, as well as the mine carts moving in the mines, all indicate that this once lost city has revived.

However, what surprised Copper Furnace the most was not the great changes in Rivendell.

What surprised Copper Furnace the most was the busy orcs walking in the mines, pushing carts full of ore, or carrying iron pickaxes!

And faintly, Copper Furnace could hear their conversations:

“You rubbish! Hurry up and work! Are you responsible for delaying the elf’s work?!”

“Whoever works faster and better today will have meat to eat!”

That was an orc holding a whip.

And when he was cursing at other orcs, there was also a voice from the orcs on the opposite side echoing:

“Okay, Lord Sharu!”

Copper Furnace:…

Looking at this scene, this experienced legendary warrior was stunned.

“I was wondering why there are so few orcs in the Death Desert. Were they all brought here by the elves to work as miners? And… they seem quite happy about it!”

“The elves are really amazing now, as they were able to subdue the orcs.”

Tonglu exclaimed.

“Mr. Tonglu, the next stop… is the entrance to the Elf Forest, the Black Dragon Castle. After we get there, we will teleport again and reach our final destination – Florence.”

Thranduil’s mellow and gentle voice sounded, drawing Tonglu’s attention back.

Copper Furnace nodded, thought for a moment and asked again:

“I heard from the Chosen Ones that… it seems that the core city of the elves now is not Florence, but a newly built city… it seems to be called something like, the Chosen City?”

Thranduil smiled and explained:

“Yes, the Chosen City is the new holy city of our elves, but… the Chosen City is not in the real world. It is located in the alien space opened up by the Goddess, and only the elves can enter.”

“As for Florence, although it is no longer a holy city, it is still the central city of our elves. It is also the place where we hold various activities and receive friendly races.”

“So that’s how it is.”

Copper Furnace was slightly enlightened.

He looked at Rivendell curiously for a few more times, and then, under the guidance of Thranduil, stepped into the new teleportation array.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came again, and the vision dimmed for a while, and then suddenly brightened.

When the vision in front of him was restored, Copper Furnace found himself in a castle hall.

And outside the hall, there was a loud dragon roar.

“Dragon?”

The dwarf team was slightly agitated.

“Don’t panic. That’s Lord Myriel. Mr. Tonglu should have seen it before. It’s the black dragon of our elves guarding Sandstorm City.”

“Tomorrow is the Harvest Festival. Lord Myriel has been invited to attend the celebration, so he has returned to the Elven Forest. The Black Dragon Castle itself is its nest at the edge of the Elven Forest.”

Thranduil explained in a gentle voice.

After hearing his words, the dwarf warriors were surprised and admired that the elves could actually subdue the unruly black dragon.

Tonglu seemed to be much calmer.

As an old comrade, he has seen a lot.

But at this moment, a crisp and excited voice suddenly rang out, which instantly broke Tonglu’s composure:

“Mr. Tonglu, you are here!”

It was Xiao Xianmao, who was wearing a cool wizard robe.

Seeing the elf girl, Tonglu’s eyes widened, and his face looked like he had seen an evil god:

“Lord Xiao Xianmao?!”

“You, you, you, you… didn’t you die in the battle?!”

His voice was a little stuttering.

Xiao Xianmao was not the only elf who came to the front of the dwarf team.

Behind her, there were a considerable number of followers.

When Tonglu saw those familiar figures, his eyes, which were already wide open, widened even more.

Because these people… many of them were killed in the Sealing War.

Moreover, each one died more miserably than the other.

“You… you are all still alive?!”

Tonglu was completely confused.

_(:з」∠)_Shocked, I actually completed the 4,000-word task! No more… I got up at six this morning to memorize the key points, practiced all day until nine in the evening, and then typed until now. I am so tired, I am going to sleep.

I hope the interview goes well.

(End of this chapter)