Game of the World Tree

"miner?"

Hearing Xiao Xianmiao's words, the players' eyes lit up.

This starts with the magic gun...

As the steam gun has been improved into a magic gun with greater power and experience, the shooter profession has a rising trend.

Unlike bows and arrows, which require serious skills, for players, magic guns are easier to use, and they are also aimed more accurately and have higher damage.

This has brought light to many long-range players who have a headache with the use of bows and arrows.

Not only that, with the auxiliary skills originally suitable for bows and arrows, the magic gun can even exert stronger power.

And even non-shooter players, and even some spellcaster players, can carry a magic gun with them for self-defense.

no doubt……

The magic gun developed by players has become the most popular weapon in just a few days after being evaluated by many bigwigs and highly praised by Amway.

However, the output of magic guns in the Elf Forest is far less than the players' demand for magic guns.

Transforming a steam gun into a magic gun is not difficult.

For some players who have studied magic inscriptions, they can improve the steam gun by themselves as long as they follow the transformation methods announced by the big guys on the forum.

And those players who have learned forging can even use the materials to create more exquisite magic gun equipment.

However, the problem lies in the improvement and construction.

Unlike other weapons, the improvement and manufacture of magic guns must use a kind of metal with good magic conductivity - mithril, and ore that can store magic power - magic stone.

The former is used to improve the magic gun, and the latter is not only used for improvement, but also a device for storing magic power, and it is also a consumable.

With these two materials, players can show their skills.

As a result, these two materials have naturally become scarce products in the Elf Forest.

It is a pity that the Forest of the Spirits does not have these two materials.

On weekdays, players usually use the specialties of the Elf Forest to exchange with the dwarves in the underground world.

However, this transaction volume is still too small and too expensive.

The big guys can still play around, and the commoners have to step aside.

However, I don't know if the players are lucky, or if the game officials have already arranged it.

Just when many players were frantically complaining about the improvement cost of magic guns on the forum, someone discovered mithril mine and magic stone mine in Rivendell...

Well, maybe it shouldn't be said someone found out.

It's a player with a fast brain. Through storytelling day after day, and "kneeling and licking", the spider queen who lives in seclusion underground in Rivendell has finally reached over 50. ...

In the end, under the soft grinding and hard foaming, the player was informed by her where the minerals were located...

It's not easy.

Because of these two materials, it is also delicious food for crypt spiders.

And so... a vigorous mining movement began.

Spring has also arrived for civilian shooter players.

However, with minerals, they also need to be mined.

Crypt spiders themselves like to eat these minerals, and let them help them beat dogs with meat buns.

So... only the players.

And mining minerals, but a laborious coolie...

So another question arises.

That is when players suddenly discovered that the Forest of Spirits lacked labor...

Are there many players in the Forest of Spirits?

many.

Since the public beta, a full 160,000 players have gathered in the Forest of Spirits.

Although most old players have been wandering in the wild area for a long time, 100,000 new players are enough to make the core area lively.

However, there are more players, but the labor of the Elf Forest is even more scarce.

Because...the demand for magic guns has increased again.

Not all players are willing to do hard work, and more players yearn for swords and magic, adventure and battle.

It's fine to let them take an hour a day to do boring daily tasks, but if they work hard all day long, no one but masochists can stand it.

They are all here to play games, not self-abuse...

The way old players think of is to "trade" with new players, allowing new players to sell coolies to mine, in exchange for old players to take a certain amount of time to take them to advanced maps to brush monsters and upgrade.

This approach is a win-win, but honestly it's not very efficient, because the speed at which new players are mining is really impressive...

If you want to blame it, you can only blame "Elf Kingdom" for being too hardcore.

Even mining is a skill that practice makes perfect.

Not to mention that elves build accounts with agility, except for those players who go to tank battles, most of them have limited strength...

Therefore, when Xiao Xianmiao mentioned the word "miner" at this moment, other players instantly understood what she was going to do.

"Yes! You can take these orcs back to help us mine!"

"Haha, Meow Ju, you are such a genius! Why didn't I think of it?"

"Are you really only 15?"

"Looking carefully, the orcs are much stronger and stronger than us, so they are really suitable!"

"And it's easy to feed! The most important thing in our Elf Forest is food!"

"Hey... We can even directly raise a large group of orcs to mine, and we can also develop it into an industry to further export ore to make money!"

"What's the point of exporting ore? The war is about to take place. You can also sell all the captured half-orcs to the dark dwarves! Hmm...Let's keep the unbelievers, and sell the believers!"

"666!"

"Talent! You are all talents!"

The players were chattering and excited.

They are all members of the Mengmeng Committee, and many of them are half-life players themselves, and all kinds of whimsy are readily available.

After a while, they even discussed how to use the capital accumulated by the Mengmeng Committee to develop real estate, and how to further round up the future half-orc transaction of the entire Elf Forest...

Looking at the excited members, Xiao Xianmiao couldn't help laughing and crying, and quickly reminded:

"But then again, only untrustworthy orcs can bring it back, otherwise there are still hidden dangers, and don't force it... We have few people, and we can't bring so many people."

"understand!"

The players nodded.

After some excitement, they looked forward to the sneak attack at night.

However, this time it was not just for experience points and contribution points.

...

In the central tent of the Orc tribe.

The priest Sharu sat under the torches, smirking at the gold pounds, and drinking the ale that he just bought from the Sauron Chamber of Commerce.

"Hey hey... When Andris and the others come back and sell the golden dragon and elves, I will be able to collect enough money to pay tribute, and I can give the tribe a safe place during the war."

He muttered to himself, his expression full of anticipation.

To be honest, Sharu doesn't feel like a competent silver priest.

In the early days, he was just an ordinary apprentice priest, and he got in by virtue of his connections, and his belief was only at the level of a shallow believer.

However, a person's success is inseparable from personal struggle, and also needs to take into account the process of history.

Three years ago, the only old priest in the tribe returned to the kingdom of God.

And every tribe must have at least one priest of the tribe in order to maintain contact with the royal court.

However, the tribe he belonged to was too small in number and too remote, and in the end he could only be short and tall, which made him a so-so-sloped apprentice priest to break through the ranks...

He thought it was over.

But last winter, the Lionheart King died in battle, the royal court was in turmoil, and the entire desert of death was reshuffled.

After that, God the Father issued an oracle of war, and the Hunting Church suddenly began to increase the strength of priests of all tribes in large quantities, and he, an incompetent priest who was originally incompetent, was also allocated a quota and obtained the invitation to go to the royal court to receive the favor of the gods. Chance……

He wanted to refuse at the time. After all, his family knew about his own affairs and often dealt with human race smugglers. He was also affected a little, and his beliefs were not considered pious...

If you really want to reach the royal court, then you will be exposed!

However, the messenger said that each tribe must have at least one priest to accept God's favor, and the church has already researched and decided that their small tribe can only go to him, and he will be the chief priest who will lead the war in the future...

The result surprised him.

He is obviously just a shallow believer who is not at the level of a devout believer, but he has won the favor of God and became a high-ranking silver priest!

Of course, it's the one at the bottom of the silver priests...

The priests of the other tribes in the same way are much stronger than him, and there are even many priests who have directly become high-ranking silver priests.

However, this also makes Sharu quite fortunate and satisfied...

For him, this status is like picking it up.

However, after being satisfied, there is panic.

As a wise man who often deals with humans and considers himself rich in knowledge, Sharu understands that this is absolutely abnormal.

And this phenomenon of temporary forcible promotion to priesthood, he has also heard from human bards...

That was an operation that took place before the decisive battle between the true gods, and such existences were often cannon fodder in the war...

cannon fodder……

That's right.

After becoming a silver priest, he had to lead the warriors of the tribe into battle and personally go to the battlefield.

However, Shahru didn't want to be cannon fodder.

After thinking about it, the only way he can think of is to change the position of this tribe in the army through bribery. As long as he can be in the back row, the chances of survival will be higher...

"Hey, I heard that those evil elves are not only brave and not afraid of death, but also drink blood, eat captives, and make meat skewers... They are even more demons than demons. I don't want to fight with such guys..."

He shook his head.

Counting the beloved gold pounds aside again, Sharu carefully put it back in the hidden place, covered it gently with a rag, and wiped away the traces.

Then he picked up the cup made of skull and drank the ale.

Smacking his lips, he nodded beautifully, then threw the bone cup, lay on the bed made of animal skins, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the return of Andris and the others...

I don't know how long it took, Sharu woke up from the stupor.

He glanced at the sky, it was late at night.

However, Andris and others still haven't come back.

The discovery made him frown slightly.

He stood up and walked around in his tent, suddenly fidgeting.

"Why haven't you come back after so long?"

Sharu muttered with some dissatisfaction.

Andris has been out for a long time, but there is no news at all...

Not only that, but the clansmen who traveled with him are no longer in contact.

And this also made Sharu, who was originally excited about the golden dragon, gradually calm down.

He has been living here for decades, and there is no danger in this area. If there is any danger, it should be the human travelers who strayed into the desert of death and encountered their orcs.

However, the hunting party has been away for too long...

"Wouldn't it be Andris who swallowed the golden dragon all by himself?"

Sharu muttered to himself.

This is possible, after all, the golden dragon is too valuable, and although he sent far more people than mercenaries, Andris is a silver professional!

He does not believe in the integrity of human beings.

Thinking of this, Sharu became more and more uneasy.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a loud noise from outside the tent.

The sound was noisy and chaotic, and there seemed to be a faint mix of explosions, screams, and shouts, as well as the metallic sound of swords colliding.

"What's the matter? Someone attacked?"

Sharu was stunned, his expression solemn.

At this time, the tent was suddenly knocked open, and an injured orc stumbled in and said in horror:

"Sir Sharu, it's not good! The elves are coming! The elves are coming!"

The elves are calling?

Sharu was stunned, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

However, looking at the terrified expression on the other's face, he couldn't help but thump in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered Andris and others who had no news...

"No... not at all."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hurriedly copied out his mace converted into a staff, and walked outside the tent.

However, just as he was about to walk out of the tent, he seemed to remember something, and he hurriedly threw away the half-orc who was reporting the letter, then returned to the place where he hid the gold pound, put the hidden gold pound in his arms, and then went to the tent again. go outside.

When Shalu came out of the tent, he was completely stunned by the sight in front of him.

It's getting dark.

But at this moment, the Orc tribe is extremely bright.

However, it is nothing but the flame that illuminates all this.

Burning flames.

It was tents and thatched huts lit by fireballs.

The building that was originally dry because of the autumn, at this moment, like dry wood encountering a raging fire, it suddenly burned, burning half of the sky red, and the entire tribe fell into chaos.

A elf riding a variety of monsters rushed in screaming and started a melee with the half-orcs in the tribe.

No, it shouldn't be called a melee.

It was simply a one-sided crush.

I saw those elves holding strange metal pipes high, spewing tongues of fire at a half-orc warrior, and the half-orc warriors fell one after another with a scream.

From time to time, Sharu can still hear the quarrels of the elves:

"Fuck! Don't kill them all!"

"Come on, what's the hurry? Thousands of orcs!"

Sarah:  …

"The elves... really are elves! And they are the evil elves of the forest of elves!"

Looking at the elf's gorgeous equipment as described in the legend, Sharu couldn't help but lose his voice.

He couldn't see how many elves had come, but it seemed that there was fighting everywhere, and enemies were everywhere.

The air was filled with the scorched smell of grassy buildings, as well as the strong smell of blood.

There is no doubt that this was a premeditated attack.

And... quite successful.

Looking at the tribe that was completely in chaos, Shalu only felt that one side of his mind was blank.

And just when he was hesitating whether to greet the clan to fight back or sneak away, the elves also noticed him.

There is no way, the silver professional is like the light in the dark night, and it is so eye-catching under the detection of the players.

After discovering that Shalu, a silver professional who appeared almost suddenly, was actually a priest with a very high experience value, the eyes of the players lit up and rushed over, grinning and raising their weapons... …

Feeling the great crisis of life, Sharu's expression changed drastically and his face paled.

He almost subconsciously protected the mace on the top of his head, while shouting loudly:

"Don't kill me! I surrender!"

However, as soon as he said this, he immediately regretted it...

Because he suddenly remembered that the orcs of the cave tribe who fled from the forest of elves once said that these evil elves never accept the enemy's surrender...

Rather than admit defeat, his best course of action should be to turn around and run, or call his clan to fight.

In just one sentence, Sharu missed the best opportunity and was surrounded by several elves.

Ruined……

He was sad.

However, to his surprise and surprise, the weapons of the elves did not fall...

No... didn't kill me?

Sharu was frightened and subconsciously hiccupped.

"Throw away the weapon, hold your head and squat down!"

The elves pointed their knives at him and said.

"pat..."

Sharu threw the mace on the ground without hesitation.