Game of the World Tree

　　 Upon hearing Samir's words, the members of the Flame Tribe hesitated for a moment.

　　 A trembling old elf reluctantly touched the suitcase in his hand, opened a corner, revealing thick and old books engraved with gorgeous patterns.

　　 His voice is bitter:

　　 "This... these are all paper classics that we brought out from the forest of the elves desperately back then. They are the inheritance of the elves for thousands of years. If we leave them, the elves..."

　　 Samir glanced at him complicatedly, and sighed:

　　 "The mother **** has returned, and civilization can continue, but if the elves are all dead, there will be nothing."

　　Ferosil touched the thick genealogy of the Flame Tribe he was carrying, and there were turbid tears flashing through the corner of his eyes.

"Ugh……"

　　 She sighed, and under the unbelievable gazes of the old elves, she cruelly passed on the flame family for thousands of years, and threw the thick genealogy of the tribe’s countless history and glory on the ground...

　　 "Clan... Patriarch!"

　　 Several old elves were shocked.

　　Ferosil glanced at them, and released the aura of the upper black iron from his body...

　　 For a moment, all the old elves were quiet and looked at her pleadingly.

　　 Ferosil avoided their gaze, and his voice was as cold as iron, and with an indisputable aura:

　　 "History is written by civilization, and the carrier of silver civilization is the spirit itself. If we can't even protect ourselves, these classics...don't worry about it!"

　　 "Look at the children in the clan! We still have a future, and we still have hope! We have lived a life of turbulent displacement for a lifetime, and we can't let them live our lives anymore!"

After 　　 finished speaking, she commanded loudly in her old voice:

　　 "Everyone, throw down the weight and dry food, only with weapons, protect the children at full speed!"

　　 Seeing that the respected old patriarchs were like this, the elves hesitated for a moment, and then they threw their luggage on the ground.

　　 Some crying unexpectedly appeared in the crowd.

　　 The old elves, with red eyes, drew out their weapons, glanced sadly at the luggage on the ground, and then roared:

　　 "Break through! We break through!"

　　 Countless magical brilliance bloomed from their bodies.

　　 These old elves who have survived to the present, although they are already very old, they were also the most powerful warriors of the elves!

　　 Seeing the tribe who turned grief into strength, Ferosil felt a little trance for a while.

　　 She seems to have returned to the day when she led the elven army and broke through the elven forest under the resistance of the coalition of humans, orcs and half-dragons...

　　 took a deep breath, she raised her flame staff, which has been passed down for thousands of years:

　　 "Friends, let's go! Let's go home!"

　　 The dazzling magic light was released from the staff, and the plants in front of them suddenly gave way to a path of their own.

　　 Three-ring magic, [Jungle Command].

　　 More than two hundred elves began to change their formations, and all the elderly elves came to the outermost periphery, with elven warriors and elven rangers as their pioneers, and mages, druids and elven shooters as their backing.

　　The young and strong people carried the young elves on their backs and were guarded in the middle of the team.

　　 "Go!"

　　 They shouted and charged along the path that the patriarch had opened.

　　 And after they left, the plants closed again, covering the original road.

　　 "Not good! Those elves want to break through!"

　　 The orc scout who had been staring in the distance changed his expression and quickly blew the horn again.

　　The team of orcs hidden in the Fairy Forest also began to act under the guidance of the horn.

　　 "Those scouts are delivering messages, kill them!"

　　 Hearing the scout's horn, Samir's expression changed and he shouted at the elf hunter in the team.

　　 Several elf hunters hesitated, they habitually aimed at each other's limbs.

　　At this time, an elderly elf snatched the bow, aimed at the orc scout and shot it...

　　 The arrow came in an instant, and it penetrated the throat of the orc accurately.

　　 Then, the old elf looked at the hunters and said with red eyes:

　　 "When is the time, stop being kind! Think about how they have treated us over the years! Is your precise archery just for shooting targets?!"

　　 "Even if the killing will cause us to fall into **** after death, we have to make a way for the flame tribe!"

　　 After hearing his words, a trace of shame flashed across the faces of several elf hunters.

　　 But soon, their expressions became firm, and they raised their bows and arrows one after another.

　　 And the main team of half-orcs finally stopped the elves of the flame tribe under the guidance of the horn.

　　 Nearly a hundred heavily armed orcs rushed out of the forest. Under the blessing of the priest's magic, their bodies shone with the brilliance of divine power, blocking the way of the elves.

　　 At the same time, there are more orcs coming from farther in the forest.

　　 "Don't leave the old elves, catch all the females and young elves alive!"

　　 In the half-orc team, the priest who led the team let out a shout.

"Humph!"

　　 Samir let out a cold snort, and the powerful magic power kept converging on him.

　　 accepted Eve's favor, he has become a 41-level silver lower priest of nature.

　　 But in fact, he has another profession——

　　 Druid.

　　 At the same time as the Nature Priest profession was promoted, his druid profession also received feedback, and he was also promoted to the lower position of Silver!

　　 This is the real reason why Eve chose to let him find the elves!

　　 In order to protect the secrets of the mother god, Samir does not intend to use magic arts lightly, but magic that belongs to the druids can be used.

　　 With the sound of the mellow curse, countless sturdy vines emerged from the soil, entwining the half-orcs who rushed up.

　　 "Intermediate Druid!"

　　 Among the half-orcs, the priest uttered a strange cry, and even the whole team was stagnant.

　　 Intermediate... That is already silver.

　　 In the entire cave tribe, only the chief priest has this strength!

　　 For a time, the half-orcs were a little confused.

　　 The old elves in front of the team were refreshed. They drew out their weapons and seized the opportunity to chop the hapless orcs to the ground.

　　 However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the elves did not kill the orcs, as long as they lose their combat effectiveness, they will not chase them...

　　 Kindness...

　　 is the glory of the elves and the sadness of the elves.

　　 Samir’s magic is like a subversive weight thrown into the balance of war.

　　 The powerful controlling magic was displayed, and the fighting power of the half-orcs was almost instantaneous. Facing the desperate elves, they were good at hand-to-hand combat and they were defeated for a while.

　　 However, even with the strength of silver, Samir could not control all the orcs.

　　 There were still many orcs rushing in and fighting with the elves.

　　 As soon as the battle took place, the gap was reflected.

　　 Old elves are really old, while half-orcs are mostly young and strong.

　　 They already had the upper hand in physical and energy, and they received the order to kill the old elves, so... just a moment, several old elves fell.

　　 Looking at the people who died in the battle, Ferosil's eyes were red.

　　 Every old elf who has lived to the present is her comrade-in-arms.

　　 And every old elf who has experienced a long time has mastered countless knowledge...

　　If it is placed in a peaceful age, every elder is the most precious existence of the ethnic group.

　　 But now, they have to work hard for the future of the race.

　　Ferosil closed his eyes, then opened them sharply.

　　 She turned her grief into strength, and while constantly applying magic shields to the people in front of her, she roared:

　　 "Kill! Let's get out!"

　　 The death of the old elves was not without effect, they also consumed the power of the orcs.

　　 Desperately, they actually tore open the encirclement!

　　 Seeing the forest ahead, Samir's eyes lit up and shouted:

　　 "We are going to break through successfully! Everyone work hard, quickly get out of the war, don't get entangled with the orcs!"

　　 After finishing speaking, he glanced at the injured old people in the team, gritted his teeth and said:

　　 "The elderly and the wounded... stay behind!"

After 　　 said, he said to Firosier:

　　 "Filo Sil, you took the tribe to break through, and I will stay and help the queen!"

　　Ferosil's eyes narrowed~www.ltnovel.com~ He wanted to say something, but seeing Samir's firm gaze, he finally nodded:

　　 "You...must keep up."

　　 After speaking, she raised her staff and shouted again:

　　 "Breakthrough!"

　　 Then, she took the rest of the tribe to move on.

　　 The expression of the priest hidden in the orcs group changed:

　　 "Not good! They are going to break out! Hurry up! Summon Lord Myrell! Can't let them break through!"

The orc beside 　　 received the instruction, and quickly took out a horn and blew it to the sky:

　　 "Woo——"

　　 The horn is so loud, it spread far, far...

　　 Soon, countless birds flew out of the forest. They seemed to be frightened in some way and began to flee around.

　　 "Rua——"

　　 An excited neigh came from the sky.

"what sound?"

　　 The elves immediately became extremely alert.

　　 However, before they raised their heads, a huge coercion came to the scene.

　　 Including the half-orcs, everyone involuntarily struck a spirit in an instant.

　　 A huge shadow enveloped the elves who broke out.

　　Firosir slowly raised his head.

　　 She saw a terrifying behemoth!

　　 Fierce appearance, dark black scales, skull-like head, and the iconic spikes and horns on the top of the head...

　　 For an instant, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she couldn't help but scream:

　　 "Black...black dragon!"

　　 Black Dragon!

　　 Among all the dragons in the world of Seggs——

　　 The most violent and despicable, the most evil and cruel, and the most notorious existence!