Game of the World Tree

"Hehe, victory must belong to us orcs! I don't believe that the 30,000-strong army is still the most elite and powerful warriors among our orc tribes, and it can't deal with the declining elves!"

Imsh the Lionheart said proudly.

The chief high priest glanced at him and shook his head slightly:

"Jushan also thinks so, but now there are no cave tribes in the world anymore."

"Humph! The mere elves must be unable to resist our legion! Even the god of death has given them a certain resurrection ability!"

Lionheart Imsh sneered.

After speaking, he looked into the distance with a bit of disdain in his expression:

"After being hunted by us and humans for so many years, even if they are gathered again, it would be very good for the elves to gather warriors with a scale of a thousand people, and they are not our opponents at all because of their crumbly strength!"

"An army of 30,000 people can drown them by drowning each person by urinating! Even if they are the favored ones of the Death God, their souls will completely collapse after being resurrected a few times. I don't believe that those elves can still be resurrected forever!"

"Not to mention that we still have a backer!"

After listening to Imsh's words, the chief priest shook his head, his expression gradually becoming serious:

"Your Majesty, don't underestimate the power of the gods!"

"The power of the elves is indeed weak, but the existence behind them is a new god who has not yet left the plane of Saiggs and ascended to the heaven!"

"And the new god who has not yet ascended to the heavens has mastered the highest rank of priesthood. Even if his family members are few, his strength is far from ours."

"As long as the divine power is not used up, then he is almost invincible in the material world. Otherwise, Lord Walker will not fall in the forest of elves."

Hearing the words of the chief high priest, Imsh the Lionheart King froze for a moment.

Looking at the female orc high priest in front of him, his expression was a little surprised:

"You mean this war of faith, maybe this evil god will take action against us personally? Stop us from killing the elves?"

"If you push the one behind them in a hurry, it is indeed possible to attack directly as a god and break the rules."

The chief high priest's expression was very calm.

But after speaking, her expression became very frenetic again:

"Of course, if the other party really uses the body of a god to shoot us directly, that's what God the Father wants to see."

Hearing this sentence, as if thinking of something, Lionheart King Imsh's expression changed slightly.

His face is not very good, even a little pale, and his hands are slightly clasped, and the sharp nails are almost embedded in the flesh.

"you mean you mean"

When he spoke, he gritted his teeth.

"Under the true god, they are all ants!"

At this moment, a soft drink from the chief high priest rang in Imsh's ear, awakening him suddenly.

Lionheart Imsh shuddered, only to realize that he had been in a cold sweat unknowingly.

He wanted to say something, but after seeing the half-smile of the chief priest, he stopped talking.

"The King"

Just when the Lionheart King Imsh was in shock, the first high priest's light words came again:

"What do you think of us orcs?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, the chief high priest continued:

"We half-orcs are only the lowest black iron race after all, and our racial potential is not even comparable to humans who are not even the black iron race!"

"In the past thousand years, the magic power of the world of Seggs has been low, and the crown of God the Father has gradually become stronger, which has made us truly stand on the heels of the world of Seggs."

"But now the magic of the world of Seggs has begun to rise, while the strength of God the Father has fallen into a bottleneck."

"The magic power will return, and those who were originally sleeping will also wake up one after another. The continent of Saiggs, which has been calm for thousands of years, is about to become chaotic."

"The background of our half-orcs is still too weak. If we want our race to truly grow into a powerful race like orcs and even humans, there is only one way!"

Having said that, the expression of the chief high priest became more and more frenzied:

"That is to let our Father God get a more powerful priesthood and become a more noble existence!"

"At all costs for this! Even at the expense of our lives!"

Lionheart King Imsh's pupils shrank slightly:

"This is gambling!"

"Of course it's gambling!"

The Chief High Priest's tone was calm, but his eyes were unprecedentedly hot:

"We won a bet two thousand years ago and got the desert of death."

"Thousands of years ago, we won the bet once and won the Dark Mountains and the Forest of the Elf."

"If we win this time, we have the hope of becoming a truly powerful race! On an equal footing with orcs, humans, and even dragons!"

About fifteen kilometers south of the Black Dragon Castle, on a relatively steep hillside.

This is the place that is 300 kilometers away from the World Tree, and it is also the limit distance that players can move.

The once bare hillside now has a brand-new and crude lookout.

In the observation deck, the three elves were bored around a bonfire.

"Ah!"

Demacia sneezed, wrapped tightly the small quilt seized from the human caravan, and scolded:

"Really, the weather system of this game is too exaggerated, so cold!"

"After all, it's autumn! And it's still in the mountains. Besides, isn't the most attractive thing about the kingdom of elves being realistic! Besides, you can turn off the temperature sensing!"

A low-level player laughed.

Demacia shook her head:

"The pain can be turned off, but if the warmth is turned off, it will lack too much fun."

After listening to his words, the two players were thoughtful.

One of them hesitated for a moment, then asked curiously:

"By the way, Demacia boss, the activity mission of setting up an outpost on the edge of the map for monitoring is so boring, why do you want to take it?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Another player around the bonfire nodded again and again:

"This is the most boring quest in the event quest. For those of us who haven't reached level 11, the experience is very considerable, and it's not bad, but Demacia boss, are you level 21? A little experience is not enough for one-third of the experience bar, right?"

After listening to the words of the two low-level players, Demacia's face suddenly fell.

He took a long sigh and shook his head helplessly:

"There's no way to play games too much at the end of last semester, and I failed six subjects. As a result, our school has another summer semester this year!"

"It will start in a few days, and the make-up exams are scheduled for the primary semester. If I fail again this time, I will have to retake it. If I retake six subjects in one go, I will die, and my attendance will kill me."

"College Students?"

The two players were curious and authentic.

"Well, freshman."

Demacia sighed.

"It's not like I'm doing tasks and reviewing at the same time."

He took a screenshot of the picture in his field of vision and sent it to two mission teammates.

When they saw the courseware pp in the screenshot, the two teammates instantly cast sympathetic glances.

"But then again, the thinking acceleration technology of the Elf Kingdom is really powerful! Especially reviewing homework, writing papers, etc., the efficiency should not be too high!"

One of them sighed.

And another shook his head:

"How many people who pull it down and enter the game can bear the temper to use their thinking to speed up their learning? It's okay to watch the video, it's really learning, that is, just cuddling temporarily. Cough Cough Cough, Demacia Boss, I not talking about you"

Demacia's face darkened.

He was about to say something, but suddenly his expression changed, and a pair of pointed ears suddenly stood up:

"Did you hear anything? Like footsteps"

"sound?"

The two low-level players were stunned.

"No, is it the background music? Well, the Dark Mountains sound good."

Demacia:

"Surveillance mission is a fart! It's closed! It's closed!"

He was speechless.

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the two rookies to answer, he stood up wrapped in a small quilt and walked towards the edge of the watchtower.

The sky was already dark, and the mountain wind was blowing, making his face a little itchy, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

However, when Demacia saw the scene outside the observation deck, her eyes widened again, and she couldn't help but swear:

"Fuck!"

in his sight

All over the mountains and plains, they are all orcs.

Uncountable, uncountable!

After being startled, Demacia's expression gradually turned excited:

"The half-orc army is here! The half-orc army is here! Haha! The plot is about to begin!"

While he started frantically taking screenshots of the orcs, he greeted the other two low-level players.

And when the other two low-level players saw the overwhelming army, their expressions changed greatly.

Even if they knew that this was a game, the oppression and shock brought by the spectacular scene still shocked them.

A player swallowed and asked:

"Since the Orcs of Demacia are here, should we notify the others and retreat?"

"Retreat what?"

Demacia rolled up her sleeves and looked excited:

"Just stay here, light the torches, and wait for them to come and get us!"

"Catch us?"

The two players were dumbfounded.

"Hey! Don't you understand? For orcs, elves are good slaves! If they catch us, they will definitely take us as prisoners, and then we can help other players locate!"

"Hey hey hey this time, I'll take you to play Infernal Affairs!"

Demacia rubbed her hands expectantly.

Two players:

"Aren't you studying?"

Demacia:

"Cough cough, review after playing, it's only a few hours anyway."

He laughed dryly.

Sorry for the late update today. It's mainly the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. My family is too busy. I have been busy all day and have no time to code words. I only have time at night. Happy New Year in advance to everyone