Game of the World Tree

They were holding various weapons, their faces were crazy, and they looked at the half-orcs like they were killing their mothers.

"It\'s abominable! How could they be so fast? I haven\'t arrived yet!

This voice was tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Another NPC has fallen!"

This one was accompanied by an exclamation.

"Everyone, rush! Rescue them!”

This voice was filled with urgency.

"What is that in the sky? Is that a dragon?”

This voice was tinged with surprise and curiosity.

"So handsome! Screenshot, screenshot!”

This voice was tinged with excitement.

"Screenshot my ass! That\'s the enemy! Rush in first to protect the NPCs! Think about the experience and contribution!”

This sound... It seemed that their heart hurt listening to the previous remark.

"Yes! Kill! Protect the NPCs!”

"Urrah——!"

Their voices were full of madness.

The strange elves who were rushing out looked at the falling Flame Clan from a distance, their expressions excited and angry, like dragons who had been offended.

It was the players who arrived!

After the previous encirclement and suppression of the half-orc hunting team, coupled with those second-test level emperors, the players who have now reached a higher level approached four hundred people, and this time it can be regarded as an ant nest!

Listening to their shouts and feeling the genuine concern in those words, the eyes of the elves of the Flame Clan turned moist.

An old elf choked out,

"Elves! It\'s elves! It’s our people who came to meet us!”

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In an instant, the morale of the Flame Clan was revived!

The team of half-orcs was suddenly confused by this sudden attack.

"Why are so many elves popping up again?!"

Looking at the hundreds of tall figures behind him and the gorgeous equipment, the half-orc priest\'s scalp was numb.

The chief priest, Giantcliff, did not tell him about the secret operation of Blackstone, and the oracle of Ullr was not announced.

Ordinary priests and half-orcs do not know about the changes in the Elven Forest.

The hundreds of elves that suddenly appeared terrified them.

Philosir\'s eyes lit up, and she raised her staff and ordered,

"Reinforcements have arrived! Everyone, work together, we will break through!”

After engaging the strange elves, the half-orcs were stunned.

Because they found that the strength of these elves was extremely poor, at most it was no more than the middle of the lower position of iron, and their combat experience was very poor.

With just one attack, several elves were cut to the ground like chopping vegetables.

"Wait... So weak!”

The half-orcs looked at an elf who was knocked down at greeting, and their faces were surprised.

The priest\'s eyes lit up and he shouted,

"This is a pack of rookies! Catch these young elves!”

The Flame Clan looked at the young elves who began to suffer casualties, their expressions full of guilt and sadness.

The few dozen remaining old elves glanced at each other and nodded one after another.

The momentum on their bodies changed, and they began to fight hard without fear of injury!

"Our people are using blood and lives to create opportunities for us, we must break through!"

They shouted and rushed into the orcs to start fighting.

And looking at these dozens of old elves who almost gave up their lives to fight, the players\' eyes were red.

"No! Uncles and aunties, you don\'t want to do that!”

"Experience points! Wasted experience points and contribution! My heart hurts!”

"Go and help them!”

"What about Lord Al! Where is Lord Al? Request support!”

They shouted, they fought, and they fought hard.”

And fighting again, gradually, the hearts of the half-orcs were full of shock.

Because these elves who rushed up were not afraid of death, although their strength was poor.

They did everything they could, and in order to inflict damage on the half-orcs, they even began a suicidal charge!

Not only that, they didn\'t seem to care about their injuries at all, if they had a breath, they would bite off a piece of flesh from the half-orcs...

Many half-orcs were hugged by these crazy elves at once, and then shouted,

"Shoot at me!”

Then, being overwhelmed by the magic of other elves...

"Crazy! These elves are crazy!”

The half-orc priest looked at these elves who didn\'t even care about the lives of their companions, and they were completely stunned.

The Flame Clan was also stunned.

Filosir looked at the young elves who were charging suicidally, with heartache, appreciation, and confusion.

She shouted,

“Kids! Don\'t send yourselves to death!”

However, the elves who came did not stop, and the casualties increased.

In less than ten minutes, dozens of elves had already died.

For a while, the Flame Clan also had red eyes.

For so many years, they had never seen such a big casualty in a short period of time for the elven race!

And...... It\'s still young lives!

"Children, don\'t die!!"

"Kill! Rush out!”

"Evil half-orcs, I will fight with you!"

All the Flame Clans became angry and began to fight hard.

Young lives... They are the future of the elves!

And seeing that the Flame Clan began to fight hard, the eyes of the players who came to support became even redder.

"Please! Uncles, aunts, big brothers and sisters! Don\'t fight!”

"Leave us alone! We won\'t die!

"Someone died again, oh my God! My heart hurts!”

"Kill quickly! One-on-one substitution! Fight these half-orcs with the sacrificial stream!”

They fought aggressively.

The half-orc priest looked at the elves who had lost their lives for a moment, and they were all stunned.

A thin figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

It was a short elven boy with silver hair and blue eyes, and a childish face with a bit of determination and anger.

He held an elven short sword and constantly shuttled through the half-orcs.

Every half-orc who engaged him was seriously injured by him in an instant.

The momentum of the players suddenly flourished.

"Big Brother Al is coming to support!"

"Good! Al!”

They immediately followed Al’s actions, beating to death the group of half-orcs who had been badly injured by him.

The casualties of the half-orcs began to increase rapidly, and their morale plummeted!

"Silver! Another silver!”

Looking at Al, who was constantly moving, a half-orc priest looked terrified.

Already completely messed up.

If the appearance of the player can still make the half-orcs persist, then Al is the weight that completely overturns the scale!

The team of half-orcs has finally begun to rout!

The players who rushed to the front finally connected with the Flame Clan.

"Brave children!"

Looking at the players who rushed up, Philosir looked excited.

He waved his staff and prepared to continue fighting.

However a player suddenly rushed up and blocked her.

Only listening to the "poof", hot blood splattered onto his head.

A half-orc\'s long sword pierced the player\'s chest.

For a moment, Philosir froze.

He quickly picked up this young clan member who was constantly coughing up blood, with tears in her eyes.

"Why... Why..."

And the player smiled at her while vomiting blood, with a sad expression:

"Goddess... Having said that... Don\'t let you... Hurt, we... Just definitely... Won\'t let you guys... Hurt..." "But..."

Philosir looked horrified.

"Even if you don\'t block it... I can stop him too..."

Player: “…”

"Ahem..."

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, his neck was crooked, and he was out of breath...

A similar situation began to play out everywhere.

"Child! I\'m already very old, and it\'s not worth blocking for me!"

"Child! Cheer up!”

"Why bother! Why bother!”

"Aaaaah! Abominable half-orcs, they are all young, they are the future of the elven race..."

Players joined the ranks of the Flame Clan one after another, but did not actively fight the half-orcs anymore... Instead, they fought to the death to protect the elves of the Flame Clan, for fear that they would be hurt in the slightest.

Even at the cost of one\'s own life.

This made the elves of the Flame Clan moved and confused.

They felt as if they had become the elven royal family in ancient times, and they were protected by a group of clansmen desperately.

Gradually, the situation on the battlefield reversed, and the half-orcs began to flee under the pursuit of Al and some players...

The black dragon in the sky was unable to break through the barrier.

It could only keep crashing into the cage of light, looking at Al and the players who were chasing and killing the half-orcs, and roared angrily.

"You are indeed an evil intelligent race, you are so cruel! Ruaaa——! We will not let you go, bastards!

As for the elves who died at the hands of the half-orcs, they have already been ignored by it.

Because in Myrell\'s view, the evil race deserves the punishment of death...

Listening to the roar of the black dragon, the players looked confused.

"Evil intelligent race?"

"This... They are talking about us?”