Game of the World Tree

Some crazy junior?

Eve's heart moved, thinking of a red dragon who had gradually approached the Merrill mode under the temptation of the player's food and iron brush massage...

I heard that when attacking the Orcs, it was even more excited than the players, and it rushed to the front every time.

But if the player hadn't stopped it, when the half-orc army attacked the city before, it would have rushed out of the camp and went directly to the Behemoths to fight.

But... old friend?

The Platinum Dragon King is a silver dragon, and Tiberias is a red dragon. Although Reinhardt is respected even among chromatic dragons, the relationship between metal dragons and chromatic dragons is not that good?

Not to mention, Reinhardt is an expensive dragon god, and he is likely to be the dragon god second only to Zulong. Shouldn't he just make a trip just because of a junior red dragon?

Eve has some doubts in her heart.

It seemed that he noticed Eve's slightly raised brow, and the Platinum Dragon King Reinhardt explained with a smile:

"Tiberia is the child of the Red Dragon King and my sister. Although the metal dragon and the color dragon are not on good terms, we are old friends."

Red Dragon King? and Reinhardt's sister?

and many more……

Children of Red Dragon and Silver Dragon?

Eve was a little surprised.

With the inheritance of the World Tree, she knows that different dragon species can give birth to offspring and only inherit one's attributes.

However, Eve did not expect that Tiberias had such a large origin, and it turned out to be a cross between a metal dragon and a chromatic dragon.

Those who are called dragon kings are all dragon gods.

Tiberias is also the second generation of God.

However, the direct descendants of the myth are basically demigods.

Especially the ancient gods with powerful bloodline inheritance.

And Tiberias is just an ordinary red dragon with slightly stronger strength...

Among them, there seems to be a hidden secret that Eve does not know.

However, if Reinhardt didn't say it, Eve wouldn't ask.

That's not the point.

"Of course, this is just one. The main reason I came here is to see how the little guys are adapting."

Reinhardt continued.

The original purpose is those little dragons who purify blood!

Eve understood.

Reinhardt, the platinum dragon king, has always been in the name of the inheritance of the dragon family, and it is normal for him to care about this matter.

However, Eve has an intuition in her heart, and it is probably not just these things that make Reinhardt frequently come to the Forest of Spirits, maybe it is also related to herself...

She had guessed before, and Hela had also mentioned that the platinum dragon king Reinhardt admired the former World Tree very much, and it was very likely that she had guessed her true identity, but the two sides did not point it out.

If the other party didn't mention it, Eve naturally wouldn't take the initiative to reveal it.

And it doesn't matter whether Reinhardt guessed her identity or was just curious about the "new god of the elves".

It is enough to be sure that the other party really has good intentions.

Thinking of this, she smiled slightly:

"The Chosen likes the little ones, and they grow up fast, but... if you want to see them, you have to go to the Desert of Death, and now all the young dragons follow the Chosen to participate. My holy war, including the red dragon Tiberias."

Reinhard's expression was a little surprised. He couldn't help but glanced at Eve and smiled bitterly:

"You seem to be better at fighting than I imagined."

Do you mean to be warlike?

Eve sneered.

"However, it's okay to fight."

Reinhardt's conversation changed.

He looked solemn and sighed:

"Only the dragon that grew up from the test of blood can truly become powerful and win the final victory in the confrontation with evil forces."

I'm coming.

Metal dragons have a natural aversion to evil beings.

However, hearing this sentence at this moment made Eve have some guesses and ideas...

She smiled and tentatively said:

"You seem to hate the existence of evil so much?"

"Of course, the power of evil is easy to attract the attention of the abyss, and be lured into depravity, becoming the minions of the power of the abyss swallowing the plane. So... all evil and depraved existences are the enemies of all living beings."

The Platinum Dragon King said with a serious expression.

"That's why... you are so disgusted by those evil gods who have fallen into the abyss? And are you keen to destroy them?"

Eve continued to ask.

"Of course, every evil god is the promoter of the destruction of the world and should be judged."

The Platinum Dragon King has a firm expression.

After listening to Reinhardt's words, Eve smiled slightly:

"In this case, I have some news here, related to the evil god, the fallen angel Luria, and the Queen of Pain Alyssa, I don't know... Do you have the time and interest."

"Oh?"

A hint of interest appeared on the Platinum Dragon King's face.

...

As a race of nomadic attributes, orcs rarely have temples, and generally only enshrine the idols of true gods in special tents or rock caves.

However, Sandstorm City is an exception.

This is a city built by two races, elves and dwarves.

The elves and dwarves are the representatives of the devout believers.

At least... it used to be.

Therefore, Sandstorm City not only has a temple, but its scale is even more magnificent.

Sandstorm City, in the Temple of the God of Winter and the Hunt.

A golden-strength half-orc priest bowed down in front of the tall and majestic statue, leading a dozen orc priests who were at least silver in strength, praying devoutly and fervently.

At the rear of the temple, the chief priest and the oracle king Bazin, together with the elders of the orc royal court, and the high-level leaders of various large tribes, also gathered here.

They looked at the team of priests summoning in the center with solemn expressions.

In front of the sacrificial procession, there is a huge altar depicting the symbol of cold winter and hunting.

This is an altar of summoning.

After the previous defeat, the Orcs finally decided to summon the Totem Guardian.

Looking at the priests who were constantly praying in front of him, Bazin, the oracle king, couldn't help but glanced at the chief priest and asked:

"His Excellency the High Priest, you say... Which totem guardian can the Father send this time?"

The Chief High Priest frowned and reminded:

"Your Majesty, the ceremony has begun. As believers, we should keep quiet."

Bazin was a little embarrassed.

His face changed, but he still couldn't help sighing:

"I'm just... too worried, because the strength shown by the elves is too strong."

The first high priest shook his head:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the elves are powerful, but the foundation of God Father's crown is even deeper!"

"His Majesty the Father attaches great importance to this operation, so... we just need to wait. Because the totem guardian who descends will surely be the most powerful warrior in His Majesty's majesty!"

The most powerful warrior?

Bazin was in a trance.

The totem guardian is the core strength of the Father God, and the most powerful among them are the three demigods.

Do not……

There are no more three.

One of them, the demigod Walker, has been killed by that terrifying being in the Elven Forest.

Thinking of this, Bazin's heart became even more uneasy.

It was he who clearly proposed to ask the totem guardian to take action.

But now, he is also the one who worries about gains and losses.

Of course, Bazin also understood that he was actually wrong.

As the king of a race, he shoulders greater responsibilities and should have been more calm.

After all... he is just a king who chased ducks to the shelves under the oracle, and has no experience at all.

But even so, he wishes he could do something for the race.

"As a king, I still have a lot to learn..."

Ba exclaimed.

The prayers of the priests continued.

And with their prayers, the altar gradually bloomed with radiance.

coming!

The spirit of the people in the temple was shocked.

The brilliance kept changing, getting brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a silver brilliance, which was extremely bright.

At the same time, the statue in the center of the temple was also enveloped by a holy light that descended across the void...

This is from the gaze of the true God.

In the next second, the power of belief surged, and the vast divine power crossed the void and erupted in the temple.

All the orcs in front of the statue felt a warm power enveloped them.

In an instant, they all found that their strength began to rise rapidly.

This is the divine blessing of the true God, and it is also a common reward after the true God watches the believers.

The half-orcs looked surprised, and then with a more devout attitude, they began to pray...

Surging energy began to gather above the altar.

Gradually, a huge silver circle formed on the altar.

"coming……"

The Chief High Priest murmured, frenzied and excited.

Under the surge of divine power, the silver circle was finally perfected.

Then, a dazzling brilliance erupted in the magic circle.

In the excited sight of the orcs, a full eight blurred figures began to appear above the altar...

After a while, they solidified and fell into the temple.

Their bodies were shimmering with silver holy light, wearing quaint battle armor and feathered cloaks, carrying curved bows and holding long swords.

They stood there, breathing horrible.

Here are eight totem guardians of legendary peak strength!

However, the transmission did not end.

Under the frenzied and excited gaze of the orcs, the eight totem guardians quickly turned around, faced the altar, and bowed to wait.

Then, a more powerful aura appeared in the magic circle, directly suppressing the power of the eight legends...

In the expectant gaze of the orcs, a totem guardian in female form appeared in the temple.

He is also wearing leather armor and a winged cloak, but there are some mysterious lines on his face.

At the same time, there is a faint halo covering his body, and the whole person is exuding light...

This is a demigod-level totem guardian!

"Your Majesty Nalan!"

The Oracle King Bazin was very excited.

Nalan, one of the three demigod-level totem guardians under Uller's seat, is stronger than demigod Walker!

He was once the king of the Orc tribe, and he led the Orc tribe to defeat the human kingdom of the Death Desert many times more than a thousand years ago. He is an existence that many Orcs admire!

However, this is still not the end.

The light continued to shroud.

After a while, another figure appeared in the temple!

It was a thin orc warrior.

His attire is similar to Nalan, and his face is also painted with mysterious oil paint, but... He holds a staff that looks like dead wood in his hand.

His aura was even more terrifying than Nalan's.

"Even the crown of North is here..."

Bazin's eyes widened.

Even the Chief High Priest looked surprised.

Apart from priests, orcs have no spellcasters.

This is almost an accepted fact.

However, there are always exceptions. In the long history, there are always some amazing and wonderful flowers that will appear.

In the history of half-orcs, there is such a person.

Like Nalan, North is also a figure in the history of the orcs, and is an extremely rare spell caster in the records of the orcs!

Before he was alive, his strength reached the level of a terrifying legendary mage, and he shook the entire desert of death!

Even the human race has various legends about him...

At the same time, he is also a devout believer. After his death, he ascended to the Silver Frost Icefield of Ullur, sublimated into a saint, and became the most powerful demigod-level totem guardian under his hands!

This time... Uller's high-end power came out in full force!

The orcs in the temple were quickly excited, and everyone's faces were full of surprises.

Two demigods!

Eight legends!

This is the most powerful force of God the Father!

The Oracle King Bazin was so excited that he and the chief high priest looked at each other and prepared to go forward to salute the several divine envoys.

However, something unexpected happened.

After showing up, the two demigods existed but did not look at everyone.

Under the surprised eyes of Bazin and the others, Nalan and North turned around in silence, then faced the altar and knelt down on one knee...

At the same time, the eight totem guardians with legendary strength also bowed down to the altar.

The light on the altar... still hasn't disappeared.

The half-orcs looked stunned.

"This... is it?!"

The chief high priest's eyelids jumped, and there was some kind of guess in his heart.

The next moment, a breath of vast vicissitudes descended into the temple.

"Welcome... my lord!"

The majestic and solemn voices of the two demigod totem guardians resounded in the temple.

"Welcome... my lord!"

The fanatical and sincere voices of the eight legendary totem guardians followed.

Welcome... my lord? !

God the Father? !

The half-orcs' eyes widened, and they were even a little confused...

It was Bazin and the high priest who reacted first. They immediately fell to their knees and shouted excitedly and feverishly:

"Welcome... my lord!"

The two leaders followed suit, and the others also responded, and then fell to their knees and shouted in surprise and excitement:

"Welcome... my lord!"

Divine and mighty coercion descended, dazzling silver light illuminated the entire temple, and the ethereal chant slowly sounded...

In the praise of the totem guardian, in the sight of the orcs, either in awe, or in ecstasy, a half-orc whose whole body flashed with bright holy light, and the appearance was exactly the same as the worshiped god Uller, appeared in the in front of the crowd.

God has come.

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