Game of the World Tree

The golden leaves flew by with the cool autumn wind, and the green city of heaven was also dyed with a layer of orange.

Players are busy shuttling in the city, carrying all kinds of goods and building materials, or they are fully armed, and they are frequently active in the wild and dungeons.

It has been four days since the opening of the new version of "Even Kingdom".

And the world of Seggs, more than half a month has passed.

The arrival of the summer activities and the news of the half-orc army made the entire forest of elves bring a sense of urgency...

And the increasingly cold autumn wind also made the forest a lot depressing.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the World Tree that is as high as a thousand meters... It is still full of vitality, full of greenery, and exudes the breath of sacred nature, which makes the surrounding areas dyed with a layer of vitality and warm like spring. .

Nightingale carried the lunch box and walked on the streets of the city of heaven.

"Ah!"

A gust of cool wind blew, and she couldn't help sneezing coldly.

She sucked her red nose and tightened her thin clothes slightly.

Suddenly, a thick fur coat flew over and directly covered her head, wrapping her petite body...

Nightingale wrapped it subconsciously, and at the same time, she turned around and saw that it was Bento and his fighting team.

"It's cold, so put on more clothes. This is the return gift for breakfast recently."

Bento looked at the fur coat and said.

Nightingale was slightly startled, and touched the soft and fine fluff on her clothes, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly...

However, she quickly reacted, coughed twice and asked:

"Where did it come from?"

"Mercenary goods."

Before Bento could answer, the player Hulu on the side laughed and interjected.

Nightingale raised her eyebrows, glared at him, and looked at the lunch box from head to toe again...

This Chosen who is keen on fighting is now with his comrades, carrying a large package and fully armed.

And Nightingale noticed that the equipment on the lunch box seemed to be changed again, and the armor on the upper body and the shoes on the feet seemed to be much more refined.

And... the breath on his body seems to be faintly stronger.

"Going to the underground world to fight shadow monsters again?"

Nightingale asked curiously.

Bento nodded slightly.

Then, he waved to his team members and continued to walk outside the city.

"What a fighter..."

Watching the back of the lunch box leaving, Nightingale shook her head.

She tightened the coat on her body slightly again, feeling a lot warmer...

...

Jadeite, the temple of nature.

The players of the Mengmeng Committee carried a huge, slightly crude hexahedron-shaped device and moved it carefully...

"Lighter! Slower! This is the closest defensive device I've managed to make, so be careful not to break it!"

On the side, the old elf blacksmith Carlos Flame held a blueprint, stared at him, blowing his beard and commanding.

"Grandpa Carlos, the tools for drawing inscriptions are here!"

When the old elf was instructing the players to place the device, a crisp voice came over.

Hearing this familiar voice, the old elf's stern eyes softened a lot.

He turned around and saw a female player with a big bag walking into the temple, it was Meng Zhihan, his most proud disciple of the Chosen One.

Carlos smiled gently:

"Hmm... Yes, you will help others to do the final inscription carving work in a while, connecting the defense device to the goddess of the mother goddess, just like I taught you before. Inscription carving... This is the most important thing in magic equipment manufacturing. key piece."

The female player nicknamed Mengzhihan looked overjoyed, but soon hesitated:

"But... I'm not very skilled yet."

"Don't worry, I will guide you by the side."

Carlos gave her an encouraging look, and then, in the envious eyes of other players, patted her on the shoulder and said gently:

"Your basic knowledge is already solid. When you are thoroughly proficient in inscription carving, you can forge the most basic magic equipment."

"Maybe it's not enough, but it's possible to make some small pendants, or some apprentice-level or even simple black iron lower-level magic equipment. In your words, it's at least blue rare-level equipment."

Meng Zhihan heard this, and his eyes lit up.

She smiled sweetly, put down the tool, and bowed to the old elf:

"Thank you for your teaching, Mr. Carlos!"

Carlos' expression softened, and he shook his head:

"Good boy, this is all the result of your own efforts... Among so many Chosen Ones, only you are the most serious and diligent... I think you will definitely be able to inherit my heritage and grow into a real person. Master Elf Blacksmith!"

...

Black Dragon Castle, down the hillside.

"Mirael! You bastard! Move lightly! These city walls can't stand your toss until they are reinforced!"

Xiao Xianmiao puffed out her cheeks, looked at the little black dragon holding a large bundle of building materials, and said with disgust.

Merrell's face collapsed, he put down the stone in his mouth, and muttered angrily:

"Really... If you want Merrell to say, what is the city wall, just this kind of muddy thing, Merrell can solve it with a breath of dragon!"

"That's not yet on the defense core! Do you know the defense core? The kind from Black Rock City! It can resist the army of tens of thousands of shadow monsters!"

Xiao Xianmiao shook his head, crossed his hands on his chest, and said seriously:

"After waiting for the defense core, coupled with the power of the goddess, even if you are afraid that you will not be able to break through for a while, and this is not to defend against a big man like you, but to deal with orcs."

"Cut! Just those stupid and weak orcs, Merrell can easily kill them!"

The little black dragon raised his head proudly.

"yes"

Xiao Xianmiao glanced at it:

"I heard Sister Alice say that this time the enemy may have a legend."

Merrell's expression froze.

After finishing speaking, Xiao Xianmiao jumped lightly, jumped on Merrell's dragon head under the effect of [Lightening Technique], and then tapped Merrell's skull mask with a staff:

"If you don't want your castle to fall into ruins under the siege of the orcs, work hard! When the orcs are defeated, I'll treat you to ten carts of honey barbecue!"

Merrill's eyes lit up when he heard it.

However, it swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quickly shook its head:

"No! Twenty cars!"

"Twenty cars are twenty cars!"

Xiao Xianmiao held her chest out, very generous.

Merrell hesitated for a moment, and slapped the sound:

"Or... or thirty cars? Hehe, twenty cars may not be enough..."

"roll!"

...

The Forest of the Elf, the farm outside the city.

"It's all right now!"

The oak guard Basaka touched his bald head and looked at the translucent arches in front of him.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Lord Basaka."

Cuckoo Bird looked at the different world version of the greenhouse in front of him, and nodded lightly.

"This thing... can really make plants grow like spring in winter without magic?"

Looking at the strange building in front of him, Basaka was amazed.

"sure."

Cuckoo Bird nodded slightly and explained:

"To make plants grow in winter, the problem that needs to be solved is only light and heat. As long as there are materials with good light transmission and strong thermal insulation, this kind of greenhouse can be built. This is very common in our world. Technology."

After speaking, Cuckoo Bird touched the translucent building materials that were not used up:

"This spar from the underground world is a good material after polishing."

Basaka listened, looked at Cuckoo Bird in surprise, and then couldn't help but admire:

"Miss Cuckoo Bird, you have a lot of knowledge. You are the most knowledgeable among the Chosen Ones I have met, and... the knowledge in your world is really amazing."

"I just read more books, and this is all very basic scientific knowledge."

Cuckoo Bird shook his head.

...

Dark Mountains.

The whistling autumn wind completely wiped out the little bit of greenery that was left, and the dark mountain was even more deadly and silent against the withered and withered plants.

In the sky, the layers of cloudy clouds continue to gather, slowly moving from the south to the north...

Under the clouds, in the mountains.

The orcs all over the mountains and plains, like a group of slow-moving locusts, kept advancing in the loud and clear sound of the horn.

They were tall and strong, wearing slightly crude equipment, surrounded by ten giant beasts ten meters tall, shaped like hippos, born with fangs, and human ears and lion tails.

It was Beamon, a behemoth of war raised by orcs. It is said that it has a trace of the blood of a giant Titan, and each of them has the strength of at least the lower ranks of silver!

And every Behemoth behemoth has flags flying on its back. Different flags are painted with different patterns. Some represent the royal court of the orcs, and some represent the tribes of the orcs...

The flag at the head is drawn with a bow-shaped symbol, belonging to Uller, the god of winter and hunting.

The Lionheart King Imsh and the Orc Chief High Priest sat on the top of the tallest Beamon beast. They looked at the mountains in the distance with cold expressions.

"Climb over the peaks in front of us, and we will be able to walk out of the Dark Mountains."

said the chief high priest.

Lionheart King Imsh laughed twice:

"I like autumn, I like winter more, and now... I can't wait to hear the screams and begs of the elves."

"Don't be careless."

The chief high priest's expression was solemn:

"There are also true gods behind the elves, and there is also the support of the god of death. Although their strength is weakened, we must be careful. This time, we must destroy all the elves in the forest of elves with one blow!"

"Destroyed? No prisoners left? The price of elf slaves is still very high."

The Lionheart King Imsh was slightly startled.

"No more."

The first high priest shook his head:

"The evil god who stole the priesthood of nature and life also stole the faith of the elves. If the elves cannot be completely eliminated, it is very likely that he will completely control the laws of nature and life with the power of faith! The true God has lost his source of faith, and he will surely be on the verge of falling asleep!"

"Can elves be converted too?!"

Lionheart was very surprised.

"Any race... when it is on the verge of genocide, it will also change."

The Chief High Priest sighed.

After speaking, her expression became extremely pious and fanatical:

"His Majesty the Father has issued an oracle, this time...to completely obliterate the elves of the Elf Forest, and completely cut off the foundation of their rebirth!"

"When the war of faith is fully won, the evil god is on the decline, and he falls to the throne of the true god, the father can take action in person... Down incarnate to kill the evil god! Take back the power that belongs to him!"