Game of the World Tree

"We’ve finally arrived."

He turned his head and looked at the more than 200 clansmen behind him, carrying packages and bags, and covering their appearance with long coats and hoods, and smiled.

“We\'re going home!"

This old man is none other than the Lower Silver (Level 41) Nature Priest sent by Eve - Samir Blastwind.

And those who followed him were the clansmen of the elven Flame Tribe.

They have been travelling in the dark mountains for more than a month, and now are finally coming out of the rugged and treacherous foothills.

Hearing Samir\'s words, the elves let out a cheer.

However, Samir\'s expression soon became serious.

"We can\'t let our guard down. If I am not mistaken, there seems to be a powerful half-orc tribe in the vicinity, and our entourage of more than two hundred people is quite large. We can\'t rest, and have to go to the Elven Forest at full speed!”

Elves are nature\'s darlings, and once they enter the forest, they will be like a needle in a haystack.

Although the group of more than two hundred people is very large, it is still more hidden and more secure than in the bare Dark Mountains!

The patriarch of the Flame Tribe on the side, Philosir Flame, also nodded.

“That\'s right, the cave tribe of the half-orcs has settled nearby, and they have always been proud of hunting elves, and they can be regarded as the old enemies of our Flame Tribe."

When she said this, she gritted her teeth.

In the past thousand years, the elven race has lost the protection of the World Tree, and has borne the shackles of the curse of demoting the rank.

Their strength has vastly plummeted.

Not only did the elves lose all the middle and high priests, but even the birth of mages became very difficult, and the mages only mastered some instinctive zero-ring magic.

They were not at all the opponents of the half-orcs with the support of the gods behind them.

If it weren\'t for the fact that there was only one path from the Dark Mountain Range to the Elven Forest, Philosir wouldn\'t have wanted to take this risk at all.

But...... It\'s different now.

The return of the mother god has been confirmed, and the shackles on the clansmen have been untied.

Although everyone\'s strength is still very weak, they also have a trace of confidence.

"If we really bump into them, even if I lose my old life, I will let the little guys in the tribe go back!"

Philosir’s expression was firm.

As long as the clan can return to the Elven Forest, he is willing to give anything, even his life, for it!

Philosir believes that with the protection of the World Tree, the race will grow again!

Listening to Philosir’s words, Samir looked determined.

"Don\'t worry, Philosir. I will also do my best to assist you. Not only that, but Mother Goddess must be watching our actions, and she will definitely protect us!"

After that, he suddenly thought of something, and turned to look at the other elves.

"Before we return to the core area, everyone temporarily suspend our daily prayers."

Seeing the doubtful eyes of the clansmen, Samir explained,

"The recovery of the Mother Goddess is still a secret. We are still in the stage of collecting the clan and accumulating the heritage.

“During this period, we cannot expose the return of the Mother Goddess! The future of our elven race is at stake!”

Listening to Samir\'s explanation, the elves also nodded one after another, and many old elves who subconsciously wanted to draw tree symbols on their chests quickly stopped their movements.

Seeing the cooperation of the clansmen, Samir was satisfied.

He and Philosir looked at each other, nodded to each other, and gave the order,

"Everyone, keep quiet, let\'s go at full speed!"

More than two hundred elves silently packed their bags, and quietly quickened the pace under their feet.

Along the way, Samir remained more vigilant than ever, holding the Leaf of the World Tree in his hands, ready to be in combat at any time.

However, this time luck seemed to favour the elves again, and when they returned to the Elven Forest, the half-orc figure did not appear.

Samir finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat on his forehead from his journey, and cast a [Nature Whisper] at the plants of the Elven Forest.

He was not only a priest, but also a druid.

This is a new druid skill that he learned after being promoted to silver under the gods\' favour.

And as soon as he cast [Natural Whisper], his expression changed slightly.

"Not good!"

"What\'s wrong?"

Seeing his expression, Philosir\'s heart tightened.

Samir looked solemn.

"Nature tells me that not long ago... A large number of orcs have entered the Elven Forest!”

Philosir’s face changed, he frowned for a moment, and sighed.

"I\'m afraid... Our whereabouts are exposed. The advance of more than 200 people is extremely conspicuous, and exposure is an event with a high probability.”

Although the elves are hiding their appearance, their temperament and some of their movements cannot be concealed.

It\'s an okay disguise to fool others, but it\'s difficult to fool orcs who have extensive experience in elven hunting.

Samir\'s voice was solemn.

"Half-orcs are extremely cunning and evil, we have to prepare for a battle."

Philosir and the other elves listened to him, and their expressions gradually became firm.

They ripped off their hoods and drew out their elven short swords and curved bows.

"Hehe, I haven\'t used this curved bow for many years, I don\'t know if my arrow skills have regressed."

"I think when I was young, I was also a good elven swordsman, until... Although I am old now, I can still afford to hold a sword.”

"We’ve already come here, and it\'s impossible to quit anymore. For the future of the elven race, for the future of the Flame Clan, let\'s fight!”

Seeing the determination of the elves, Samir had a complicated expression.

He sighed and said,

“Next, I will try to take everyone around the road, and avoid it if I can.”

“If we are unfortunate enough to engage... The elderly should rush ahead, the young and strong second, and everybody protects the children!”

The elves listened and nodded in agreement.

The old elves are the strongest, however they have lost their fertility.

Although the young and strong have good strength and have taken over the inheritance, their experience is lacking compared to the older elves.

The children... They are the future of the elven race, and they must be protected!

The morale of the elves reached a peak.

Guided by Samir, they entered the Elven Forest.

Only this time, the half-orcs seemed to have prepared for the encirclement and suppression operation.

Samir had avoided the half-orc ambush as much as possible, but not long after entering the Elven Forest, they still ran into scattered half-orc scouts!

The half-orcs looked overjoyed when they saw the elven team.

Instead of stepping forward to attack, they took out a horn from their arms and blew it loudly.

"Woo——!"

The loud sound of the horn was like a signal, constantly spreading around.

"It\'s the rallying horn of the half-orcs!"

Samir\'s face changed drastically.

Half-orcs only use this kind of horn when dispatching large troops!

In the large army of half-orcs, each dispatch has at least three hundred orcs, and all of them are brave warriors!

Not only that, but the half-orc priests will also go with them.

This was no longer a force that the weakened Flame Clan could resist.

Samir gritted his teeth and shouted,

"Throw away those bulky backpacks, everyone only bring weapons, we must break out!”