Game of the World Tree

　　 Al is 80 years old this year.

　　 Since he can remember, he has often heard his grandpa talk about the glorious history of race.

　　 Once, they had the largest empire in the world.

　　 Once, they established the most brilliant civilization in the world.

　　 However, after the disaster, the people fell into position, cursed, and gradually fell into decline.

　　 He can't imagine how prosperous the ethnic group was thousands of years ago. In his opinion, such a prosperous age is like a myth.

　　 In his memory, the real life is always hiding and wandering...

　　 However, his grandpa believed that everything would be fine.

　　 "Al, you have to remember that we are a great silver race. The current decline is only for a while. Once the mother **** returns, our age will definitely come back again."

　　 His grandfather often said that.

　　 Al once asked Grandpa, who is the mother god?

　　 And grandpa told him that Mother God is the greatest existence in this world, the real master of this world, and the benevolent mother who protects them...

　　 "So... do we also have our own gods?"

　　 he asked in surprise.

"Silly boy."

Grandpa 　　 touched his head with a fanatical and religious expression:

　　 "The Mother God is not a trivial god, but a true ancient god!"

　　 From that day on, Al was full of expectations for the mother goddess.

　　 He longs for a happy and stable life, and also longs for a small garden of his own.

　　 However... until the day of his grandfather's death, he still did not see the return of the mother goddess.

　　 But even so, he still believes in Grandpa's words...

　　 Until that day...

　　A group of ferocious-looking half-orcs finally discovered their settlement. After a cruel battle, the young and Zhuang people died in battle, while the women and children became prisoners...

　　 Among them, he and two other younger sisters are included.

　　At this time, Al realized that the life of drifting and hiding is not the saddest.

　　 The most difficult thing is to destroy the family and become a prisoner.

　　 The detained ethnic women gradually disappeared one by one.

　　 And they were locked in a small stone prison by half-orcs, without seeing the sun.

　　Every day, only the green fruit satisfies the hunger.

　　According to the Orcs, they want to wait for the human caravan to pass by and sell Al and others for a good price...

Humanity……

　　 Al gave a shock.

　　 If half-orcs are demons, then humans are undoubtedly demons...

　　When he was in the ethnic group, he heard countless times about the tragic stories of those people who became slaves to humans...

　　 Those cunning, greedy, lewd **** do everything.

　　 At this moment, he even wanted to die on a hunger strike.

　　 But when he thinks of the other two sisters, his heart softens.

　　 "Al, you are a boy. You must protect your sisters."

　　 Before he died, this was the last warning from his grandfather.

　　 Thinking of this, Al clenched his fist...

　　 "Grandpa...I'm so useless...I'm so useless..."

　　 As time goes by, Al has become more and more desperate.

　　 However, in the face of his two young sisters, he can only be strong and self-reliant.

　　 He was thinking of ways to escape all the time, but... the orcs really stared at them too hard.

　　 Such days have lasted for several months.

until today……

　　 With a "stab", the prison door that had not been opened for a long time was finally opened.

　　 Al slapped a spirit and looked outside vigilantly, while his two younger sisters hid behind him like frightened deer.

　　 "Is it finally the day? Is this... to sell us?"

　　 Al clenched his fists...At the same time, he began to think about how to take the opportunity to escape.

　　 It's just that the orcs didn't come in, but threw in a tightly bound figure, then turned and left.

　　 Al was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the figure.

　　 "Fine... Elf?!"

　　 This... is the first time he saw his tribe after a few months.

　　 That is a very strange elf.

　　 His whole body was blood, he was seriously injured, his face was abnormally pale, and his breath was weak.

　　 However, his eyes are especially bright.

　　 Just a glance, Al felt that he couldn't look away.

　　 This tribe is very different. He seems to have an aura of fearlessness, which Al has never seen in anyone else.

　　 His eyes are not as bleak and muddy as the people of the past.

　　 There is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, with a different kind of unruly, it seems that everything in this world is very lightly viewed by him.

　　 He even stuck his tongue out against the back of the orc when he turned around!

　　 This is a funny guy...

　　 And, full of vitality and hope!

　　 Such an existence, Al has never seen it among the elves.

　　 For a while, his heart was full of curiosity.

　　 hesitated for a moment, he spoke softly:

　　 "You... are you okay?"

　　 The other party seemed to be taken aback. When he turned around and saw Al, he couldn't help but yelled out:

　　 "Fuck! Fairy?"

　　 Al was taken aback by his voice and hid back slightly.

　　 He saw the strange elf face in front of him changed several times, he was delighted, excited, and complicated again.

　　 Al hesitated, then asked:

　　 "That...you shed a lot of blood..."

　　 "Are you really okay?"

　　 Then, Al saw the strange elf's expression suddenly softened.

　　 The other party nodded and smiled while coughing up blood:

　　 "Ahem, I'm fine."

　　 Al:...

　　 "You...you vomited blood!"

　　 He didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the other party loosen the tie.

　　 "Are you... also caught?"

　　 He asked curiously while wrapping the wound with a cloth strip.

　　 After being relieved, this strange elf first nodded, then shook his head:

　　 "No, I'm just a well-behaved locator."

　　 Al:...

　　……

　　Al found again that this strange elf was also very strange.

　　 After further contact, Al found that although this elf was a bit strange, he was a gentle and optimistic person.

　　 They started chatting.

　　 This strange fairy tells many interesting stories ~www.ltnovel.com~ that Al and his sisters like very much.

　　 He knows a lot, and there are always some ideas that Al has never thought of. All kinds of bizarre and fun stories make Al even more addicted.

　　 Gradually, he somewhat liked this funny guy.

　　 Through chatting, Al also knew the origin of this elf.

　　He comes from a very far, far away place, a warrior summoned by a goddess.

　　Goddess?

　　 Hearing this word, Al was curious:

　　 "Brother Demacia, will the elves believe in other true gods?"

　　 At this moment, he saw the other person smile, his expression became a bit deep in an instant.

"Do not……"

　　 His expression became very religious.

　　 saw him draw a tree symbol on his chest, and said in a deep voice:

　　 "There is only one goddess in my heart!"

　　 Seeing that symbol, Al was stunned for an instant.

　　 Because of this symbol, his grandfather once drew it countless times!

　　 The goddess of the elves... Does it really exist?

　　He... Was he called by the mother goddess?

　　 For a moment, Al felt a little trance.

　　 "Al."

　　 In a trance, Al heard the other party calling him.

　　 He turned his head and saw Brother Demacia's eyes.

　　 Demacia looked out of the cell, while the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a wicked smile.

　　 El looked along his line of sight and found that there were four more half-orcs in the cave at some point, and their hands were holding a monster that seemed to have been ravaged by magic...

　　 "Our allies are here."

　　 Al heard this.