The game of the World Tree

Oak Guard!

For the intelligent beings of the Elven Forest and its dependent regions, it is clear what this legendary divine creature means.

Thousands of years ago, when the elven kingdom existed, it was the peak of the silver civilization.

At that time, the elf lord god looked at the world. And the Oak Guardian is his dependent, and his status is equivalent to that of an angel who believes in the gods!

In his heyday, the elven lord god had a 100,000-strong army of nature under his command, all of which were guarded by powerful oak trees.

Even the weakest oak tree guard has the strength of silver!

Looking at the behemoth in front of him, which was comparable in size to a dragon, Rock’s heart was extremely turbulent:

“White… Silver…”

Feeling the powerful magic pressure, his brain went blank.

How is this possible?

Aren’t the oak guards already dying with the fall of the elven gods?

Could it be that I saw it wrong?

He rubbed his eyes, but everything in front of him told him it wasn’t an illusion.

Looking at the tall tree man, Rock felt that his whole body was trembling…

No…… It can’t be wrong, such a look, he has seen it countless times in the tribal murals, and he will definitely not admit it!

This…… This is definitely Oak Guard! She is a dependent of Mother Nature!

This…… How can it be?!

Rock’s not very high IQ made his brain a little unable to turn… However, one thing is obvious, that is, the other party appears in front of them, definitely not to invite guests to dinner.

He’s going to kill us!

An instinctive sense of crisis pervaded my heart.

“Flee…”

Rock muttered, and then as if suddenly awake, he roared:

“Run away…!”

After that, the rock didn’t even care to pick up his mace, turned his head and ran.

Joke!

At least the oak tree guard of silver strength, ten he is not an opponent!

Even if the priests in the tribe come, I am afraid that they will deliver vegetables!

A group of half-orc mercenaries had long been stunned, they opened their mouths, and then turned around in unison, like scattered birds and beasts, and began to run away desperately…

At this moment, they have long forgotten about hunting, and there is only one thought in their heads, that is, to run for their lives… The more the rock on the run thinks, the

more chaotic it becomes, the more he thinks about it, the more frightened he is…

Why are there still oak guards?

That crowned person has obviously fallen, which is a well-known thing in the Segers Continent!

Without the care of the true god, how could there still be an oak tree guard?!

No……

Don’t……

Suddenly, an incredible idea emerged from the bottom of his heart, and somehow, the majestic world tree appeared in his mind…

“No… It won’t be…”

At this moment, Rock felt that his throat was dry and cold all over his body.

Escape!

Hurry up and escape! Escape back to the tribe!

This matter must be reported to the sacrificial master!

If it was really what he thought, then the half-orc tribe was going to be in danger!

……

Basaka was furious.

A moment ago, he received the oracle of the Great Mother Goddess of Nature.

To be able to dedicate his strength to the great crown, Oak Guard Basaka feels extremely excited.

However, when he arrived at the place designated by the mother god, he found that there was a group of ugly and evil orcs here!

And what made him even more angry was that this group of half-orcs were actually hunting the children of the mother goddess!

Not only that, when he heard that the evil half-orc dared to blaspheme the great Mother Nature, Basaka’s last sanity collapsed in an instant.

At the same time, the cold voice of the mother goddess resounded in Basaka’s mind again:

“Cut him!”

As if unlocking the last shackles,

The Oak Guard was utterly furious. “Roar—”

A deafening roar startled countless birds in the forest.

“Blasphemer, die!”

The huge magic power mixed with a trace of divine aura scattered around the oak tree guard, and his body that was originally thirty meters high turned out to be huge again, and I saw Basaka with red eyes, instantly waving his arms composed of branches, and roared:

“War sacrifice!” A

frustrated chant sounded, and his arm suddenly turned into a rapidly growing branch vine, like a flying rope, chasing towards countless running orcs…

The vine was extremely fast, and a dozen half-orcs were tied up before they could escape a few steps…

“What is this thing? Let me go! Let me go!

“Help! Lord Rock, help!

“Monster! It’s a monster! He was absorbing my life force… Ahhh…”

“Ahhh… My leg! My leg!

“…”

Listening to the countless miserable howls coming from behind him, the skin of the rock was numb.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came to mind. Rock’s heart clicked,

and he quickly subconsciously hid to the side, only to see a thick vine shoot through the place he had just passed, making him shocked in his heart.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the vine rushed towards him again.

He gritted his teeth and took out the scimitar at his waist and slashed at the vine.

With a “sonorous” sound, the machete in his hand broke in two, while the vine was unscathed.

“How is this possible?!”

Under the dull gaze of the rock, the vine jumped up and tied him to death.

With the binding, a terrifying attraction appeared on the vine, and in the shocked gaze of the rock, he saw that his originally strong body was constantly shrinking, the strength in his body was constantly weakening, and his vitality was rapidly draining, and he grew old in just a few seconds…

“War sacrifice…”

His voice was old and dry, with boundless fear.

War Sacrifice, a druid’s mid-tier ability.

Users can turn into vines, absorb the target’s life force and use it for themselves, and sacrifice some of the power obtained to Mother Nature.

At the end of his consciousness, Rock finally remembered this terrifying skill that belonged exclusively to the Raging Druid…

In the blink of an eye, the half-orc hunting party of more than twenty people was completely destroyed.

This series of turns took place in less than ten seconds.

Alice, who was sitting on the ground, was already dumbfounded.

“Oak Guard… War sacrifices…”

Looking at the half-orcs who turned into dry bones and ashes in the blink of an eye under the vines guarded by the oak tree, the elven girl muttered.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, two lines of crystal tears slowly flowed down his fair cheeks.

Alice suddenly raised her head, with seven points of surprise and three points of apprehension, a little dazed, expectant, a little apprehensive, and looked in the direction of the World Tree:

“Lord Mother God, it is… Do you?

A breeze blew by…

Countless brilliant pale green rays descended from the sky, incomparably sacred and majestic.

With a soft power, the light rushed into Alice and Samir as if under some command. The elf

girl’s injuries caused by forcibly detonating the origin recovered in an instant, UU read a book www.uukanshu.com And the old elf Samir’s broken body also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his consciousness slowly revived…

Everything, like a miracle.

The old priest stood up tremblingly, he looked at the majestic oak guard with some incredulity, and looked at the injuries on his body with some disbelief, and after realizing what had happened, he sat down on the ground again.

His lips were sticky, his expression was expectant and a little uneasy, as if he wanted to believe something, and as if he was afraid that what he was experiencing was a dream of nothingness…

This…… Is this true?

Can you believe it?

Suddenly, a magnificent and sacred voice resounded in the consciousness of the two…

“My name – Eve Euktrashier.”

The two of them were physically shocked. They looked at each other, and

both saw panic and disbelief in each other’s eyes, but it soon turned into boundless surprise…

It’s Lord Mother God!

It’s really Mother God-sama!

He,

back…

For a moment, Alice felt as if the strength of her whole body had been pumped away, her body shook, and she couldn’t help but fall to the ground, and suddenly burst into tears.

The voice entered his ears, Samir opened his mouth slightly, his deep wrinkles trembled uncontrollably, and cloudy tears spilled like beads.

Samir, who used to be an elder of the ethnic group, was crying like a child at this moment…

“Mother… Mother Goddess… Is it you? Is it you!

“O Mother Goddess… Are you back?

“You… Are you back?! The

extinguished flame of faith burned again and soared into the sky.