Game of the World Tree

Andris swears that in the thirty years since he became a professional, he has never faced such a formidable enemy.

Brutal, fierce, and lethal.

As an original adventurer who was accepted by the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, he already felt that he was wretched enough and rogue enough when he was fighting.

However, compared with the elves in front of him, he felt that the previous self was too chivalrous...

These roaring long ears rarely fight head-to-head one-on-one, and they seem to have long been used to group fights.

Whenever Andris was about to rush out of the encirclement, several elves rushed to block him back...

He even heard their excited and excited shouts:

"Watch out! He's going to run!"

"Hurry up and stop this little boss!"

"Fuck him!"

Andris:  …

He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't know where to start...

These elves are not only wretched.

They are still strong.

very strong.

Just a fight, Andris can perceive the solid combat experience of the other side.

Not only are they of high rank themselves, but they seem to have gone through countless battles.

Every shot of Andris will be blocked by the elves just right...

Fighting with them gave Andris the illusion that he was facing the old slick mercenary leaders who had been on the brink of life and death for many years.

However, Andris knows that such a mercenary can only be tempered by fighting for many years in a sea of ​​swords and fires, one in a hundred.

But these guys in front of me are not those mercenary chiefs...

They are elves!

The elf that is recognized as the least good at fighting among the intelligent races!

However, it was these elves who had been mocked countless times in private by Andris, but now appeared in front of him in a posture he had never imagined...

Fierce, cunning, crazy.

Even if he had already learned from some channels of the Chamber of Commerce that the elf mercenaries that emerged in the underground war were strong, Andris never thought that the other party would be so difficult to deal with.

However... these elves are not only strong individually, but also know how to cooperate very well.

They usually have a small group of five people.

And there is always one in the group who is heavily armored, armed to the point where Andris can't find a place to chop the hard bones...

This elf may not be strong in combat, but his ability to resist beatings is terrifying.

Whenever Andris was going to fight hard, this hard bone would take the initiative to stand up and block all his deadly attacks.

The other side, at most, sprayed a mouthful of blood, and in the next second, they all jumped up and down with laughter and continued to fight.

When Andris has just released one force and the next force has not been raised, the surrounding elves will seize the opportunity to swarm...

Every one of their moves greeted him in the most deadly and most difficult to guard place.

However, the level of these elves is not bad at all.

Even, many of their ranks are not under Andris at all.

The sudden attack of such an existence is very difficult to prevent when the strength has not been raised.

Almost every round of attack, Andris will add new wounds.

This almost completely fell into a passive style of play, which made Andris feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

However, there are even worse ones.

Behind the elves who besieged the hunting party, there were also guys in priest robes.

Whenever an elves were injured, they would sing incantations and perform magic to heal them.

The magic in their hands is even more powerful than the priests of the Eternal Church, and the effect is almost immediate.

In Andris's cognition, he would have to rest for at least ten days and a half months, and he would recover instantly after a holy light.

The terrifying treatment speed made Andris feel horrified.

Under the change, the elves did not fall down, but the orcs and mercenaries who followed Andris were getting fewer and fewer...

As the battle continued, Andris felt weaker and weaker, and even the wounds on his body were a little numb.

"Elves! Do you dare to fight one-on-one?!"

He roared reluctantly.

However, Andris only got the grim smiles of the elves.

Yep, grinning.

Andris had a hard time imagining the word appearing on a genie.

But looking at their excited smiling faces with a bit of madness, as well as the cheers or regretful sighs that came out whenever orcs and mercenaries were killed, the expressions that didn't care about killing and death, It made Andris feel extremely horrified...

He has been on the mainland for more than 30 years, and he has seen too many people and too many races.

He has seen guys who like to fight, and he has also seen cruel guys.

However, among all the intelligent races he has seen, he has rarely encountered guys as crazy as the elves in front of him.

Some people kill for wealth, some people kill for status.

However, for the elves in front of them, there was only excitement and bloodthirsty in their eyes.

They...are for pleasure.

It seems that in their eyes, not an enemy, but a toy for happiness.

Similar expressions, Andris has only seen those fanatical followers of evil gods and chromatic dragons who molest their prey...

At this time, Andris finally understood why these elves were called evil elves by the inhabitants of the underground world.

But it was too late.

Fewer orcs and mercenaries were accompanying him, but more and more elves were besieging Andris.

And if there is anything else that these elves comforted Andris, maybe it was the five elves who besieged him from beginning to end...

Although the elves later surrounded him, they did not make a move.

If they shot, I'm afraid Andris would have died on the spot.

But just when Andris thought this was the elf's last conscience, he heard each other talking to each other again.

"Why haven't you finished? You guys are so slow, do you want to help?"

Not finished yet?

Andris was a little stunned.

He subconsciously swept left and right, but was stunned to find that he was the only one who was still fighting, and there were no humans or orcs standing behind him.

For a time, Andris felt cold in his heart.

And the voices of the elves continued:

"No way, this person is a bit powerful... Don't steal people's heads! This is ours!"

"That's right, we've been fighting for a long time, don't grab the experience!"

"Hey, it's been so long for one silver, brother Cai."

"Is this an elf monster?!"

Elf monster?

Is this talking about me?

Andris couldn't understand the words in the other party's mouth, but he felt insulted inexplicably.

He wanted to roar and fight again.

However, the transitional blood loss made him have no strength...

After struggling for a few times, the long sword in his hand was finally picked apart by the elf warrior in heavy armor with a loud shout, and the next second four other elves rushed up and stabbed him into a hedgehog.

Andrews opened his mouth and only spit out a mouthful of black blood, but he didn't know anything.

In the last second of consciousness, he only had one thought left:

It's a pity that the three haven't sold the elves yet.

It's worth a lot...

...

The one-sided battle was over in less than ten minutes.

Players who are in good shape start to clean the battlefield, while players who are more seriously injured are once again receiving deep healing from priest players and healer druids.

The black dragon Meriel, who turned into an elf, sighed while watching the players laugh, beat and scold:

"Every time I watch them fight, I always have the illusion that this is a group of guys possessed by demons... Fighting against these guys is really a blood mold for eight lifetimes!"

After finishing speaking, it looked to the side of the red dragon Tiberia and explained:

"By the way, 'Blood mold for eight lifetimes' is a famous saying in the hometown of the Chosen Ones, which probably means that this person is very unlucky and unlucky."

Tiberias:  …

Seeing the somewhat speechless expression of the red dragon, the black dragon, who was showing off his little knowledge of the different world, was a little disappointed, but it quickly coughed twice and asked again:

"How? Do you feel like you have subverted your own cognition? These guys... are not ordinary elves at all. When they face the enemy, they are a group of lawless bastards, despicable and shameless, cruel and crazy, and it is difficult to make peace with them. When I was in the Forest of Spirits, I loved you in every possible way, connected with an extremely friendly image..."

After listening to Merrell's words, Tiberia's eyes gradually brightened, and her gaze towards the players was full of brilliance:

"It is not good?"

"Uh... what?"

Merrell felt herself choked.

"I mean...wouldn't that be nice?"

Tiberias repeated it.

After finishing speaking, it looked at the players, and its expression gradually became excited:

"Inwardly pleasing and submissive, outwardly cruel and bloodthirsty... This is simply the most perfect servant I imagined!"

Merrill:  …

servant?

You are nothing more than a tool dragon that gives people scales and saliva.

It groaned in its heart.

And after complaining, it seems to have remembered something, it suddenly joined the players, and shouted at the same time:

"Those who have captured beautiful gems and lovely gold pounds can go to Merrill to exchange for shiny scales!"

This cunning bastard!

The red dragon's expression changed, and then his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly shouted:

"What it gives, I give twice!"

Merrill:  …

...

The players giggled and cleaned the battlefield.

The team leader, Xiao Xianmiao, looked at the guild members with an unfulfilled expression:

"These half-orcs and human mercenaries are too bad? I don't remember them being very strong?"

She used to think how powerful monsters can be.

It seems...that's all.

Knowing this earlier, there is no need to ambush at all, everyone can push it directly.

Looking at the equipment all over the place, Cuckoo Bird shook his head:

"It's not that they're weaker, it's that we're getting stronger."

"Have we gotten stronger?"

Xiao Xianmiao raised her eyebrows.

"However, the quest level of the Desert of Death is level 40. I really thought we were going to get into a fierce battle. As a result, I didn't even have time to put a few fireballs, and they all fell down. It was too unpleasant."

"Come on, it's a good thing you didn't put a few more fireballs, or we'd be the ones who fell."

The optimist laughed on the side.

"Go away! Hurry up and clean up the battlefield!"

Xiao Xianmiao raised her staff and slapped his ass hard.

"Ouch!"

The Optimist screamed, laughed and ran away.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The other players around let out a burst of cheerful laughter.

Everyone laughed and picked up the equipment dropped by the orcs and mercenaries after they died. From time to time, people found gold pounds or other gadgets and made surprise noises, and then they ran to Merrell and Tibby. Leah took credit in front of her.

At this moment, several players suddenly shouted excitedly:

"President, President! There are still three alive here!"

"Hahahaha! Laughing to death, they fell to the ground and pretended to be dead... Don't you know that everyone killed by us will be 'destructed'?"

"There is something in this AI design, and it feels like it's showing my IQ."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Hearing the player's voice, Xiao Xianmiao forgot the past and saw that it was two human mercenaries and a half-orc.

The three of them seemed to have been frightened, their faces were pale and trembling, and their eyes were full of horror when they looked at the players.

"Huh? Live?"

Xiao Xianmiao was a little surprised.

She thought for a while, and walked in front of a few people, and when they saw her coming, they shivered even more.

Although they were pretending to be dead just now, they could see clearly.

Among all the elves, this petite and cute-looking elves are the most terrifying...

With a big fireball, she directly burned the three mercenaries into coke!

"Jing... Lord Elf! Don't...don't kill us...don't kill us...we surrender!"

The mercenary quickly begged for mercy.

After listening to the other party's words, Xiao Xianmiao's heart moved and said:

"Yes, but tell us everything you know about the Dead Desert, and the Orc tribe nearby."

The dragon can fly, which is a good detection method.

So, players have long known that there are orc tribes nearby.

It's just that I'm not sure how many people and how many strong people are in it, that's why I came up with this idea of ​​drawing snakes out of their holes.

After listening to Xiao Xianmiao's words, the two mercenaries felt as if they were granted amnesty, and then, under the glaring eyes of the only orc, they revealed all the news they knew, including all kinds of knowledge about the orc tribe...

"A thousand people, four or five hundred orc warriors..."

Xiao Xianmiao was thoughtful.

"It's a small tribe, you can fight, and if you attack at night, it feels like you can take it away in one wave."

Hulu, who was on the sidelines, said.

"I feel so too."

Optimists agree.

Even Bento, who had not spoken, nodded secretly.

"Then let's sneak attack tonight..."

Xiao Xianmiao finally made a decision.

"Then... how many people?"

The optimist looked at the two mercenaries and the orcs and asked.

"Ahem, I'm just a little bit of experience to advance, can you give it to me? I can get a little less for the equipment."

he asked.

Looking at his bright smile, white teeth, and the long sword still dripping with blood in his hand, the faces of the human mercenaries and orcs turned pale.

However, Xiao Xianmiao shook her head.

She looked at the mercenaries and orcs carefully, and saw their bodies and muscles that were much thicker than elves, her eyes lit up slightly.

She suddenly threw out a skill [Eye of Faith] that she had acquired after cultivating the priest profession, and looked at the beliefs of several people.

Not surprisingly, it's all red.

is a believer.

However, it is light red.

"A shallow believer..."

Xiao Xian murmured.

Then, she showed a sweet smile and looked at the three of them.

However, the words spoken are like the devil:

"Abandon your beliefs, I can consider spare your life."

And other players were stunned:

"Pfft...Xian Miaoju, do you really want to let them go?"

"This is the enemy."

"Yeah! A black iron mercenary has a lot of experience points!"

However, Xiao Xianmiao shook her head:

"Who said they were going to be let back?"

"Don't put it back?"

Other players are even weirder.

"If you don't put it back, do you want to take it back?"

"The Forest of Spirits doesn't allow other races to enter, right? This is the enemy..."

"That's right! Don't expose the goddess's secret... oops! Why are you pinching me! It won't be exposed, and the keywords will be blocked!"

The players chattered.

And Xiao Xianmiao shook his head:

"Who said they were allowed to enter the Forest of Spirits?"

"I just suddenly thought that there seems to be a shortage of miners in the Rivendell mine in the dark canyon..."