Game of the World Tree

The Orcs were repelled.

Seeing the army of orcs slowly receding like a tide, Saint Alice was naturally relieved.

Then, she hurriedly joined the Druid players and began to rescue other players who were injured in the defensive battle just now.

More than a thousand warriors were killed by the Orcs, but there were also many casualties among players.

The level of players participating in defensive missions is generally low. Even with the protection of the city wall, nearly 500 players have returned to the World Tree.

As for the number of injured players, there are more than a thousand people.

However, compared to the half-orc, this loss is already small.

Not to mention that the players who died were also rushed back through the teleportation circle immediately after being resurrected.

Therefore, in fact, the defense strength of the entire castle did not decrease much.

To be honest, what was lost was only the fortifications and the city walls that were destroyed by the Orcs and Behemoths in the battle just now.

After the players cheered, they also began to clean up the battlefield.

Under the coordination of the two army commanders, some players began to collect the equipment left by the half-orcs on the city walls; some players began to repair the city walls that were destroyed in the battle; some players obtained the permission of the God-Blessed Zero to open the city. Go to the gate, go under the city wall and gather the equipment left behind by the army of orcs after retreating...

It's weird to say, it was obviously a tragic battle, and both sides almost gave their lives, but after the battle, there was not a single corpse on the battlefield, only bloodstains and equipment on the ground...

This kind of strange situation makes the native elves look at it, but the players are used to it, and they don't care about it as if it's nothing.

As the players cleaned up, the city walls were bustling again for a while.

However, having won a big victory, the atmosphere of Black Dragon Castle at this moment is much more relaxed than before the war.

Even... the players are faintly more restless.

The benefits that more than a thousand dead orcs brought to the players far outweighed the players' losses.

And tasted the sweetness of the big story, the players can't wait to wait for the next round of siege by the orcs.

"The experience points of these orcs are very high! I just killed a warrior with others, and I got 5000 experience points directly!"

An 11th-level third-test player said excitedly looking at his experience bar.

"Hey, it's only 5,000? I rushed ahead. Although I died once, my cumulative contribution was more than 200%, which directly increased my experience by more than 30,000! This half-orc has more experience than a human mercenary!"

Another meat shield player proudly raised the machete in his hand.

"But you died once! Isn't it a loss?"

"Hey, I'm from the Mengmeng Committee. The mocking warriors of our guild will be reimbursed for their contribution points if they die in a big story mission."

"I wipe... envy!"

"..."

However, there are still many players who simply like the feeling of the battle just now:

"Exciting! This is what war should feel like. The previous rpg games were all weak!"

"Happy! It's much more fun than fighting monsters!"

"Really... After just playing for a while, they just got a little feel, and they retired! It's a pity..."

The players tasted the sweetness, and their fighting spirit was completely mobilized, and when they looked at the half-orc army in the distance again, their eyes had completely changed:

"They shouldn't come, right?"

"Don't worry, there must be another wave of siege! How many people did they lose? They definitely won't give up."

"Haha! If these half-orcs are wiped out, how much experience will it take!"

"Hey, it's not a problem to be promoted to the middle of the black iron!"

"Haha! I just told the friends who were in the ambush about our victory, and they were dying of envy."

"Hehe, who told them not to choose to defend the city?"

The players were extremely happy and morale was high.

However, the half-orcs who retreated were very decadent and embarrassed.

Lionheart King Imsh with less than nine thousand orcs withdrew from the castle's range, his face was very ugly:

"I'm careless... I didn't expect the elves to gather such a strong power."

He originally thought that with 10,000 troops and five Behemoth beasts, it would definitely be easy to capture the mere Black Dragon Castle, but he didn't expect to eat hard bones...

"It seems... it is still asking for the power of the Father God."

Imsh the Lionheart clenched his fists.

If the elves are taken down by the power of the world, then he will certainly greatly please the true god, but now it seems...the totem guardian must be summoned.

The gods of the elves have appeared, and the defense of the castle is very strong, and it seems that there are divine blessings...

If you only rely on the Orcs to take their lives, it will be a huge loss!

Thinking of this, Lionheart King Imsh took a deep breath and ordered to the left and right:

"Invite the high priest..."

A moment later, the Orc Chief High Priest, accompanied by two Silver Priests, came to Imsh, the Lionheart King.

"Your Majesty, it seems that your attack is not going well."

Wearing a bone crown and painted face, the Chief High Priest smiled slightly.

And in her hand, she still held a skull necklace that kept shining.

It's just that at this moment, the red on the necklace seems to be deeper...

Lionheart King Imsh narrowed his eyes and took a deep look at the necklace in her hand, as if he was very afraid.

Seemingly sensing his sight, the high priest touched the necklace in his hand and let out a low laugh:

"Your Majesty, don't worry, I won't use this fetish until the last moment."

The Lionheart was silent.

After a while, he glanced at the high priest complicatedly, and said slowly:

"I underestimated the power of the elves, high priest, I decided to summon the totem guardian directly. Are you ready to summon the altar?"

After listening to the words of the Lionheart King, the Chief High Priest nodded with a frenzied expression:

"certainly!"

"We can ask for the power of the Father at any time if you wish!"

...

Players clean up the battlefield very quickly.

There are no corpses, just need to pick up equipment, and this is what players are best at.

Soon, the ground under the city wall was completely empty, and the players didn't even let go of the clothes on the orcs, they all seized and brought back...

On the city wall, the destroyed fortifications are also being repaired in an orderly manner.

Everyone is looking forward to the next attack of the Orcs.

However, Eve's expression standing on the city wall was a little dignified...

"Just now... something is competing with me for life force."

A similar situation reappeared after several deaths in Demacia.

In the battle just now, nearly half of the life force of the half-orcs who died in the battle was not absorbed by Eve's war sacrifice!

Especially those half-orcs who died outside the city wall, even if the skill triggered the sacrifice of war, Eve did not get much vitality, but seemed to evaporate out of thin air.

Fortunately, 100% of the life force of the dead player was recovered, and the life force of the half-orc who died fighting on the city wall was almost completely absorbed by Eve.

However, on the whole, about one-third of the life force of the more than 1,000 orcs who died in battle is still missing.

Although Eve still made money on the whole, it was less than she expected.

That is a loss.

"It's an ability similar to sacrifice! But...it shouldn't be a true god, nor an evil god, because the other party's absorption of life force seems to be just a mechanism, or instinct, more like some kind of sacrifice, or... artifact! "

"I'm afraid... it's the thing I sensed before!"

"This kind of ability to absorb vitality is very secretive. If I wasn't controlling the sacrifice of war and completely controlling the priesthood of life, I wouldn't have noticed it at all!"

"What the hell are the orcs doing?"

"Looks like I have to be careful..."

And just as Eve was thinking about it, suddenly... She felt a move in her heart and sensed a faint change in the casket of the dead stored in the kingdom of God.

Death God Hela, back to the news.