Game of the World Tree

Although she already knew that this mysterious stranger was indeed strong, what she didn’t expect was for him to be so powerful and also devoid of the typical elven conservative inhibitions…

Initially, she was determined to stand alongside Boxlunch and help him fight off their enemies but after picking up a weapon and rushing out of the dungeon, Nightingale found herself completely reduced to a mere spectator.

This guy was like a demon from hell, constantly shuttling through the members of the caravan whilst launching a massacre whenever he goes…

Yes, a massacre.

More than ten humans blocked his way, yet none of them could survive more than three moves under his attacks!

This… even includes those several fully armed mercenaries!

This guy was so deadly with each of his move, showing no mercy to all of his opponents, and turning all the humans he fought with into experience points.

“Whoa, so powerful…”

Nightingale looked at his back with her eyes shining brightly in wonderment.

For some reason, as an elf with an innate clemency ingrained into her upbringing, she should have felt repulsed and horrified by this kind of wanton bloodbath, but surprisingly at this moment, Nightingale’s felt none of those but her heart was full of appreciation and excitement instead…

Indeed!

This is how it should be!

This is how enemies should be treated!

Nightingale clenched her small fist in excitement.

In the blink of an eye, there wasn’t a single human standing in the entire tower anymore as a pungent smell of fresh blood lingers within the air.

Another thing that surprised Nightingale was that the bodies of the humans killed by Boxlunch would rapidly wither and age before finally turning into ashes.

It was as if all their life force had been drained out of their bodies!

At the same time, Nightingale could also roughly perceived that Boxlunch’s aura was growing stronger and stronger with each enemies that he defeated…

Nightingale instantly widened her eyes.

He…can absorb the life force of his enemies?

W-What kind of ability is this?

Within the back of her mind, Nightingale vaguely recalled having heard of a similar ability in the past, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t really remember the exact details or where might’ve heard it.

Regardless…Nightingale saw a flash of light covered Boxlunch’s entire body before his whole aura suddenly arose as if breaking through a certain critical point!

“He…was promoted?”

He was actually promoted to intermediate iron-rank (level 21) during the battle!?

This…what kind of incredible talent is this!

The excitement within Nightingale’s eyes intensified.

Meanwhile, Boxlunch chased after the last two fleeing human guards that rushed out of the tower…

Upon seeing Boxlunch charge out, Nightingale hesitated for a moment before turning to her younger siblings who were following closely behind her and sternly reminded them,

“Stay close to me! There will definitely be a fierce battle soon, so don’t wander off!”

Although that dummy was quite powerful and seemed to have called forth strong reinforcements as well, they still couldn’t relax since there were still two humans with silver-ranked abilities outside!

Those two were real mid-tier experts!

The next battle would definitely be a tough one!

Thinking of this, Nightingale clenched her teeth as she gripped her weapon tightly before following Boxlunch’s footsteps towards the entrance door…

But just as she walked passed the tower’s entrance, Nightingale swiftly heard a loud dragon roar!

A powerful dragon’s pressure was released indiscriminately, causing her to shudder as she involuntarily stood frozen in place.

Nightingale’s pupils slightly contracted when a shadow dimmed her surroundings and she instinctively looked up and saw a gigantic creature flying high above the skies.

“B-Black…Black Dragon!?”

Dammit! Where did this black dragon suddenly come from!?

C-Could it be summoned by a member of the caravan!?

For a moment, Nightingale’s face turned pale at the thought of fighting against a terrifying dragon.

As the quintessential symbol of wickedness, Nightingale had heard of many legends surrounding the infamous black dragons…

It is said that each black dragon was intrinsically a fierce and vicious creature!

Nightingale’s heart tightened, and she immediately raised her guard to its maximum, as she protected her younger siblings behind her before ordering them in a serious tone,

“Quick! There’s a black dragon outside! Hurry up and find a place to hide!”

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Nightingale heard the excited and joyful voice of the black dragon.

“Ruaahh!!”

“You vile, greedy humans! You smuggle treasures and harm innocent elves! Today, this great lord Meryer will seek justice for the elves and uphold justice upon the world!”

“Die! Ruaahhh!!!”

Nightingale blinked.

…Wait a minute…

W-What did she heard just now?

Did that black dragon just say that he was seeking justice for the elves?

Did she… heard it wrong?

“Ruahh!! Evil humans! Stop running! Come and receive the righteous punishment of this lord!”

Nightingale, “…….”

It… is it really a black dragon, not a silver or gold dragon in disguise?

The elven girl’s eyes widened in utter disbelief as she surveyed what’s happening outside carefully…

Upon seeing such unbelievable scenes, Nightingale’s eyes widened even more.

Contrary to what she initially thought, she actually saw the black dragon fighting against the humans!

Not only that but she also saw several fully armed elves accompanying the black dragon!

What…

What in the goddess name is going on!?

When did a black dragon stand alongside her own kind?

Could it be…

Could this be the reinforcements that the dummy spoke of?

T-They have tamed a black dragon!?

Nightingale was completely flabbergasted.

Subconsciously, she looked towards the humans forces and her jaw slightly dropped.

Upon looking at their appearance, her gaze suddenly became even more confused.

Those mercenaries that Nightingale once remembered as being fully armed…are now just wearing simple linen undergarments and nothing else.

Even the two powerful silver experts leading them are also dressed only in simple linen clothes…

Most mercenaries were scattered about and fleeing under the frenzied pursuit of the dragon and elves.

Where are their weapons and equipments?

Nightingale was frozen in place as her mind can’t seem to comprehend the bizarreness of the scenes happening before her.

The difficult battle she had initially imagined did not happened at all.

In its place, a particularly comical chase ensued instead…

The black dragon was playfully chasing the two silver experts who had removed their equipments, while spewing dragon breath and roaring incessantly.

“Cowardly humans, why are you running? Don’t run! fight against this lord!”

Meanwhile, thr female elf riding upon the dragon’s back brandished an incredibly cool-looking wand before chanting some spells. She then excitedly hurled a couple of fireballs towards the two silver experts, while sporting a extremely thrilled rosy expression.

While she moved about, a huge fireball then exploded around the two silver-ranked experts, causing a booming shockwave and creating large smoking craters in its aftermath…

However, unfortunately, she didn’t hit any of them.

“Evil dragon! Despicable elf! You shitty bastards! You have no integrity at all! You have dishonored yourselves and your race! the Sauron household will not let you go if you killed any of us!”

The old mage’s singed beard scattered about as he used spells to dodge the black dragon’s breath while shouting angrily.

“Belus! You fool! If we can make it back alive this time, then I will definitely report you to the patriarch!”

The other silver-ranked swordsman also cursed angrily while dodging the dragon’s breath.

As for the rest of the mercenaries…well, they fled in panic in random directions under the hot pursuit of the elves.

The elves relentlessly chased after the defenseless human mercenaries while laughing boorishly.

“Hahaha! Since when did we fail to keep our word? You guys are just too stupid!”

“You still want to go back alive? Fat chance idiots, off with their heads!”

They each excitedly swing their weapons and hunted down the mercenaries as if they were hunters chasing prey!

Seriously, this stress-free sidequest was just too much fun…

Soon, the first casualty appeared.

A mercenary ran too slowly and was instantly caught up by a player. He trembled, let out a scream, and then turned to ashes in the stunned eyes of other mercenaries…

Seeing the large amount of experience he had just gained, the player who initiated the first blood felt throughly reinvigorated.

“Wow! Their strength may not be high, but they give out so much experience! The EXP reward are no worse than orcs!”

For a moment, each of the player’s eyes lit up with a dangerous glint…

“…Not worse than orcs?”

“And they can also be taken down one by one!”

At that moment, the elves became even more excited. They howled and increased their pursuit, as if they were afraid of being one step behind others in chasing their intended targets…

A battle that was initially expected to have been long and arduous had completely turned into a comical mess instead.