The game of the World Tree

The Dark Mountain Range, located in the southwest of the Cygs continent, is bordered by the Elven Forest to the north, the Endless Sea to the west, the Fertile Plain to the east, and the Death Desert to the south…

Because obsidian is so rich in the mountains that even the peaks are dyed with a deep black color, hence the name.

However, due to the rugged terrain and barren land, the Dark Mountains have not become a paradise for flora and fauna, but only drought-tolerant trees and alpine meadows, as well as countless species of wildlife.

But it is rumored that in ancient times, the Dark Mountains were not barren, and at that time it was as rich and beautiful as the Elven Forest, and even had another nice name – the Emerald Mountain.

But after a divine war, the sky fell apart and everything was destroyed.

Now, the harsh environment of the Dark Mountains is almost on par with the Desert of Death.

Apart from caravans that must cross the mountains, and dwarves and humans trying to find minerals in the dark mountains, few people set foot here…

To the northwest of the Dark Mountains, in a hidden valley.

In the corners of the valley, simple stone houses are arranged in a small village.

But even with a rudimentary structure, these stone houses are neatly arranged and cleaned. Not only that, but the surrounding of each house is planted with flowers and bushes, enough to show the owner’s love for nature… This is not easy in the Dark Mountains.

In the center of the village is a small open square with a simple high platform made of stones and rattan.

At this moment, more than 200 residents are gathered under the high platform, old and young, each wearing a linen hood that can cover his face, his body is thin, his eyes are numb and bleak, and it can be seen that life is quite difficult.

And the faintly revealed pointed ears and outstanding appearance declare their identity – elves.

The elves sat in pairs and looked curiously at the high platform.

On the high platform, two elderly men stood.

One of the old elves was dressed in a gray sacrificial dress, his hair was white, and he looked radiant, and he was the old priest sent by Eve to collect the elven people, Samir Blastwind.

The other is an old female elf.

Her name is Filosir Flame, the head of this elven village, and an old friend of Samir’s. The

female elf glanced at Samir beside her, sighed, and said,

“Samir, I have called all the clansmen as you said. What do you have to say, can you say it now?

Samir looked at the more than two hundred people in the audience with a complicated expression:

“Is this all the Flame Clan people?”

Philosir lowered her eyelids, and her voice carried a faint sadness:

“There is only so much left.”

“Hey… Unexpectedly, the Flame Clan, which once had a population of nearly 10,000, had actually declined to this point.

Samir sighed, feeling bitter.

However, compared to the Swift Wind Clan, whose ethnic group had completely dissipated, the Flame Clan was already considered good.

Listening to Samir’s words, Philosir’s eyes became a little hazy, and she squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said:

“What can be done? Without the protection of the true God, we are all just homeless children, allowed to be bullied… It’s already nice to be able to find a hiding place in the Emerald Mountain.

In the world of Segers, where there are gods, it is difficult for ordinary intelligent races without the protection of true gods to survive in the battles of various races…

In particular, the elves themselves have a fatal attraction for other races. Without their strength and protection, their

beautiful appearance, their long lifespan, and their innate magical physique, all coveted by other races.

In addition, the elves are indisputable in the world,

Peace-loving and kind-natured, they are not good at fighting people at all, so in a series of conspiratorial struggles, the ethnic group is getting weaker and weaker. Is the true God blessed?

Samir’s eyes flashed.

I saw that he took a deep breath, revealed a bright smile, and his voice carried a trace of fanaticism and excitement:

“Actually… I came here for this matter.

“Huh?”

Philosir looked at him in surprise.

And it was only at this time that the old patriarch of the Flame Clan noticed that the old friend in front of him seemed to be faintly different from the image he remembered.

Although he has not seen him for many years, Samir looks more energetic, his eyes faintly have a brilliance flowing, and he seems to be full of hope for the future.

It was far from what the gray old man he had seen a few years ago, and the numbness and despair in his once cloudy eyes were gone.

Philosier’s eyes froze. The elven

Wind tribe is the most special of all the elven tribes, they are responsible for sacrificing Mother Nature, and are also known as the priests.

After the fall of the World Tree, the Swift Wind was also the hardest hit and persecuted.

And Samir Blastwind, as an elder of the clan clan, can be said to have completely experienced the process of the Swift Wind clan from prosperity to decline… Every time she saw each other, she looked sad and desperate.

And if she remembers correctly, Samir should have been near the Elven Forest, insisting on the sacrifice of nature with the last natural saint, hoping to awaken the mother god…

But now…

Looking at Samir’s spirited and radiant appearance, as well as the eyes full of hope and light, a somewhat unbelievable thought suddenly came to mind…

Could it be…

Her heart, which had not fluctuated for many years, suddenly beat violently.

“You…”

She looked at Samir, her voice trembling a little, as if wondering something, and seemed to be expecting something.

Samir turned his head, smiled gently at his old friend, and then stretched out his arms…

A brilliant holy light radiated from him, carrying a reassuring power and a strong natural breath.

Radiant, at this moment, Samir seemed to become the darling of nature. That powerful breath of life swept the entire square in an instant…

Feeling the huge natural force in the old priest’s body, Philosir widened his eyes and lost his voice in shock:

“Silver… Silver Priest! ”

Silver Priest!

After the fall of Mother Nature, how many years has it been since I saw such a high-ranking priest?

Silver is a watershed, and only true gods can support a priest of the silver level!

At this moment, Fei Luoxier felt that his old heart was beating more and more violently like a young man. The original absurd and endless hope thought has faintly pointed to a certain reality!

“This… This…”

She murmured, barely able to speak to herself.

The power of the holy light also attracted all the elves, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the elven elders on the high platform in shock and blankness.

Looking at the gazes that converged, Samir smiled slightly.

I saw him facing north, reverently drawing a symbol of Mother Nature on his chest, UU reading a book www.uukanshu.com The voice was gentle and full of strength:

“Fellow citizens, under the crown of our true God… Came back. He has issued a parable to summon us back to the Elven Forest and rediscover our glory! After that,

he took out a golden leaf from his arms, which was the holy relic that Eve exerted divine power-the blade of the World Tree.

I saw Samir holding high the leaves of the World Tree and reverently and respectfully arousing the power in it… In an instant, the

rich natural divine power spread, branches sprouted everywhere they went, flowers bloomed, and in the blink of an eye, the square was surrounded by splendid flowers and lush vines…

Looking at this miraculous sight, all the elves were shocked.

“It’s a natural divine force! This is the divine power of nature!

An old elf recognized it, and his voice was full of excitement. And along with the miracle, an ethereal and

ethereal and sacred voice echoed in the air:

“Children, go home.”

Children, go home…

That majestic voice is soft and beautiful… With a trace of embarrassment, and full of endless vicissitudes, it has a strange power to soothe people’s hearts.

This is Eve’s record of the divine metaphor in the leaves of the world.

In an instant, all the elves felt a warm energy pouring into their bodies, and their bodies, which had been weakened by long-term wandering, gradually regained their strength!

With a “poof”, Fei Luoxier subconsciously knelt on the ground, looking at the brilliant world leaves, feeling the vigorous vitality in his body, and two lines of turbid tears dripped down.

I saw her raise her head, her expression surprised and sad:

“Lord Mother God… This is the power of the Mother Goddess-sama!

“He… It’s back! ”