Game of the World Tree

The dark mountain range is located in the southwest part of the Seggs continent, bordered by the Fairy Forest in the north, the endless sea in the west, the fertile plains in the east, and the desert in the south…

Because in the mountain range Obsidian is extremely rich in storage, and even the mountain peaks are stained with a layer of deep black, hence the name.

However, due to the rugged terrain and the barren land, the dark mountain range not at all has become a paradise for plants and animals. There are only drought-tolerant trees and shrubs, alpine meadows, and countless varieties. wild animals.

But it is rumored that in the ancient times, the dark mountain range was not barren. At that time, it was as rich and beautiful as the Fairy Forest, and even had another nice name-Emerald Mountain.

But after a great battle, heaven falls and earth rends, everything was destroyed.

Now, the harsh environment of the dark mountain range is almost as famous as the Death Desert.

Except for the caravans that have to cross the mountain range, and the dwarves and humans who try to find minerals in the dark mountain range, few people set foot here…

The northwest of the dark mountain range Department, in a hidden valley.

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

But even if the structure is simple, these stone houses are arranged very neatly and cleaned. Not only that, flowers and shrubs are planted around each house, which is enough to show the owner’s love for nature… This is not easy in the dark mountain range.

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

At this moment, more than two hundred residents are gathering under the high platform. They are young and old. Everyone is wearing linen hoods that can hide their faces. They are thin and have numb and dim eyes. It can be seen that the life is quite difficult.

And the faintly exposed sharp ears and outstanding appearance, declares their identity-spirit.

The elves sit together in small groups and look curiously at the high platform.

On the high platform, there are two elderly people standing.

One of the elderly elves wore a gray sacrificial suit. He had hair and beard all white and was full of vigor. It was Samir Hayate, the old priest sent by Eva to gather the Elf Race people.

The other is an elderly female elf.

She is called Ferosil Blaze, and she is the head of this elven village, and she is also an old friend of Samir.

The female elf glanced at the side Samir, sighed, and said:

” Samir, I have called all the clansman as you said. What do you have Then, can you say it now?”

Samir looked at the 200-odd people in the audience with a complicated expression:

“Is this all the clansman of the flame tribe? ?”

Filosill lowered his eyelids, his voice with a faint sadness:

“There is only so much left.”

“Hey… …Didn’t expect 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 Gale tribe whose tribe has completely dissipated, the Blaze tribe is already considered good.

After hearing Samir’s words, Ferosil’s eyes became a little hazy, she squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, and said:

“What can be done? Without the blessing of True God, we are just homeless children, letting bully that’s all… It’s already very good to be able to find a hiding place in the Emerald Mountain.”

in There is a Segs world of Spiritual God, ordinary intelligent races without the blessing of True God, it is difficult to survive the struggle of various races…

Especially, the elves themselves are very important to other races. Said it has a fatal attraction.

Lost their power and shelter, their beautiful appearance, their long lifespan, their magical physique that was born from that day, all are coveted by other races.

Furthermore, the elves are indifferent to the world, love peace and have a kind-hearted nature. They are not good at fighting against people at all, so in a series of conspiracy struggles, the ethnic group is getting weaker and weaker.

The blessing of True God?

Samir’s eyes are light flashed.

I saw him take a deep breath, showing a brilliant smile, his voice was full of enthusiasm and excitement:

“Actually…I came here this time just for this It’s something.”

“en?”

Filosier looked at him in surprise.

Until this time, the Old Patriarch of the flame tribe realized that the old friend in front of him seemed to be faintly different from the image in his memory.

Although he hasn’t seen him for many years, Samir looks more energetic. There is a faint brilliance in his eyes, and he seems to be full of hope for the future.

That is far from what the gray old man I saw a few years ago belongs to. The numbness and despair in his turbid eyes have disappeared.

Filo Hill expression congeals.

The blast tribe of the elves is the most special tribe of all the elves. They shoulder the responsibility of offering sacrifices to the mother of nature and are also known as the priests.

After the fall of World Tree, the Haifeng clan was also the one that suffered the most and suffered the most.

As a patriarch elder Samir Hayate, it can be said that he has completely experienced the process of the Hayate family’s prosperity and decline…every time she sees the other person, she looks sad and desperate.

And if she remembers correctly, Samir should have been near the Fairy Forest, holding on to the natural sacrifice with the last natural saint, hoping to awaken the mother god…

But now…

Firosier looked at Samir’s full of energy, his spirited look, and his hopeful and bright gaze, suddenly appeared a little unpleasant The idea of ​​believing…

Could it be…

Her heart, which hadn’t been fluctuated for many years, suddenly throbbed.

“You…”

She looked at Samir, her voice trembling, she seemed to be wondering something, and she 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 around him, bringing With reassuring power and strong natural breath.

The rays of light are so great that at this moment, Samir seems to have become the darling of nature. That powerful Life Aura swept across the entire square in an instant…

Feeling the huge natural power of the old priest within the body, Ferosil stared wide-eyed, and lost his voice in shock:

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“Silver…Silver priest!”

Silver priest!

After the fall of Mother Nature, how many years have you never seen such a high-ranking priest?

Silver is a dividing line. Only True God can support a priest of silver rank!

At this moment, Ferosil felt his old heart beating more and more fiercely like a youngster. The idea that was originally absurd and full of endless hope has faintly pointed to a certain reality!

“This…this…”

She murmured, almost unable to speak to herself.

The power of holy light also attracted all the elves. Everyone raised their heads, shocked and looked at Elder on the high platform.

Seeing the gathered eyes, Samir smiled slightly.

I saw him facing the north, and piously painted a symbol of Mother Nature on his chest, his voice was gentle and full of power:

“My fellow citizens, under the crown of our True God …He’s back. He has given a god metaphor, summon, we return to the fairy forest and rediscover the glory that belongs to us!”

After that, he took out a golden leaf from his arms, it was Eva applied sacred relic of divine force-the leaves of World Tree.

I saw Samir holding up the leaves of the World Tree, reverently and reverently inspiring the power in it…

In an instant, the rich natural divine force spread, and branches wherever he went Sprouts, a hundred flowers blooming, and in a blink of an eye the square was surrounded by clusters of flowers and lush and green vines……

Looking at this scene like Gods Vestige, all the elves were shocked Among.

“It is a natural divine force! This is a natural divine force!”

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

With Gods Vestige, an illusory and ethereal voice echoed in the air:

“Children, go home.”

child Let’s go home…

The majestic voice is soft and beautiful…with a trace of sorrow, and full of endless vicissitudes, possessing a strange power to soothe people’s hearts.

This is the divine metaphor recorded by Eva in the World Tree leaves.

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

With a sound of “pu tong”, Ferosil knelt on the ground subconsciously, looking at the rays of light brilliant World Tree leaves, feeling the thriving life force within the body, two lines of muddy Tears fell.

I saw her lift the head, her expression was pleasantly surprised and sad:

“Sir Mother God…This is the power of Lord Mother God!”

“He …Back!”