Game of the World Tree

Underworld, the city-state of Shanatar.

This is an ancient city-state located in the upper region of the Western Region of the Underdark, separated from the City of Blades by an underground lake.

It is said that this underground city was first established by the dark dwarves in the early silver era, and was destroyed in the war in the middle and late silver era, and was rebuilt by the underground dwarves on the original site three thousand years ago...

Like the City of Blades located in the commercial node, the city-state of Shanatar is also a commercial dungeon, and its structure is very similar to the Black Rock City in the Deep Rift.

However, it is slightly different from the dark dwarves in the City of Blades who specialize in selling armor and swords. Although the city-state of Shanatar also sells similar equipment, the underground dwarves here use the spider silk of the crypt spiders to make mage robes underground. The world is more famous...

Of course, this is why the siege of the Dark Alliance army has become low-intensity, and players can no longer quickly earn experience points by killing undead, but there are still so many new players, even if they want to die the last time, they must The reason for trying to rub a set of equipment.

Without him, the mage equipment is so fragrant! It's too little!

Of course, the players are cool, but the high-level executives of Shanatar are not so happy.

At this moment, the current chief old dwarf Katla of the city-state was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the high-ranking Shanatar in front of him.

Among them, there are the city-state's treasurer, the intelligence officer, the military minister, and the diplomat who invited the elves' foreign aid, and the successor of the next chief, Doluru.

Obviously the city defense battle situation is very good, but the atmosphere here is very solemn.

Everyone was facing the chief lying on the hospital bed, tremblingly listening to the report of the treasurer:

"Master Chief..."

The Treasurer's voice was bitter:

"Since the elves joined the war, although our pressure has been greatly reduced, the expenditure has been rising at a terrifying speed..."

"In the one week since the elves joined the war, we have exhausted all the spider silk robes and armor equipment in stock, and have owed more than 20 million gold pounds and an additional 5,000 sets of spider silk. robes..."

"This... has been our city's income for nearly 20 years."

Deathly silence.

Hearing this number, Katra's face suddenly turned ashen.

He coughed a few times, looked at the military minister again, and asked coldly:

"Tell me about the defensive battle, especially the elves."

The military minister was a dwarf, he nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Chief, the city defense is in good condition. After the elves joined the battle, the casualties of the soldiers have also been greatly reduced, and the pressure on defense has also been greatly reduced, but... the casualties of the elves are somewhat surprising."

After speaking, he paused and gave an astonishing number:

"According to our statistics, this week, the elves have dispatched nearly 100,000 troops to participate in the war."

"One hundred thousand? This is impossible! There are at most twenty thousand elves guarding the city wall!"

Doluru couldn't help but lose his voice.

It wasn't until Chief Catra gave him a cold look that he shivered and shut his mouth embarrassingly.

Then the Minister of War explained:

"Your Excellency Dolulu, the reason you only saw 20,000 people is because these 100,000 people came to support one after another. Not only that, most of them were 'killed'."

"Died?"

Dolulu's expression is very wonderful.

He didn't participate in the city defense battle, and he really didn't know the battle of the elves.

"That's right, but they didn't all die in battles with the undead. Many of them died accidentally after falling off the city wall... But, I prefer them to commit suicide."

suicide? how can that be?

Dorulu felt absurd.

Looking at Doluru's dull expression, the old chief snorted coldly and looked at the city-state's female intelligence officer:

"Sana, tell him what you heard."

"Yes, sir."

The subterranean dwarf called Shana bowed respectfully. She looked at Dolulu, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and said lightly:

"We have found out the details of these elves, and already know the real situation of the defense battle of Blade City."

"These elves... originated from the surface. They abandoned the belief in the World Tree and believed in a goddess of life named Eve, who is said to control the two priesthoods of nature and life."

"It is said that this is a newly promoted god, who is suspected to be supported by the great Hela, and has inherited the priesthood of the World Tree. Of course, there are also speculations that it is the incarnation of a true god created by the god of death in the earthly world... "

"These elves are the vassals of the 'Goddess of Life', and they are not only numerous, but also have the ability to be immortal. Once they die, they will be resurrected in another place..."

"They changed their beliefs and seemed to change their temperament at the same time."

"During the defense of the City of Blades, the number of elves participating in the battle is said to have reached 80,000, but the number of elves defending the city walls was no more than 20,000 at the most, similar to our city-state..."

"The City of Blades owed a huge amount of gold pounds and equipment after the battle, and this all needs to be paid to the elves."

"In addition, there are many witnesses who have proved that they have seen familiar faces among the elves who have re-received the equipment for participation in the war, and many people are suspected of repeating the receipt..."

Goddess of life? Not dead? resurrection?

Doluru was stunned.

After the female intelligence officer finished her report, she respectfully stood aside.

The chief glanced at the sluggish Dolulu, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, sighed, and said:

"The others step back, Dorulu stays."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer and others quickly retired, leaving only Chief Katla and his grandson Dolulu in the room.

"Dolulu, do you want to understand what's going on now?"

The chief said coldly.

Doluru's expression changed, gritted his teeth and said:

"I see, we were put together by these supporting elves! They actually used their abilities to defraud us of our wealth!"

"madness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted with an angry roar from the chief.

The old chief was trembling with anger, he coughed a few times, and said angrily:

"There is something wrong with these elves, didn't you see it at first?! Haven't you communicated with the messenger who went to Black Rock City?!"

"Although the City of Blades successfully defended the attack, don't you understand their situation? Even if you don't know the specific information, don't you know to inquire?!"

"When you didn't understand everything, you easily signed an agreement with the elves like the City of Blades, isn't that stupid?!"

"These strange elves are as cunning as humans, but your stupidity is the biggest reason for our city-state's current situation!"

The old chief roared angrily.

Doluru, on the other hand, looked flustered and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Seemingly tired, the old chief took a breath and shook his head deeply:

"Hey……"

His voice was exhausted.

After a moment of silence, the old chief looked at Doluru again.

This time, his eyes were very serious and serious:

"Doruru, I'm asking you now, what should we do next?"

After listening to the chief's words, Doluru raised his head.

When he saw the stern gaze of the chief of the city-state, who was also his grandfather, he subconsciously dodged.

But soon, he mustered up his courage, gritted his teeth and said:

"They're lying to us!"

"So... these elves have been 20,000 people who have been repeating the process of death and resurrection!"

"In this case, there is no need for us to pay the promised remuneration at all! Not only that, we should also recover the money that was overpaid to them!"

After listening to Dolulu's words, the old chief's face became even more livid.

He picked up a cane in front of the bed and smashed the other person's face with his backhand, while roaring angrily:

"madness!"