Game of the World Tree

Death Desert, Sandstorm City.

The original elf Thranduil sat in the dwarf tavern, clinking glasses with several enthusiastic female players around him, and enjoying the afternoon leisure time.

Since being dispatched by His Majesty the Mother God to the Death Desert to deal with the orcs, his life has become more and more nourishing.

Mainly because the Chosen Ones are too capable.

If there is anything troublesome, just instruct them to do it.

These warriors who love to fight are generally not very smart.

As long as the task system is used, many things do not need him to do it himself, and the dirty work can be handed over to the Chosen Ones.

Obviously the workload is not small, but for Thranduil, it is easier than in the Elf Forest.

When he was in the Forest of Elves, he still needed to be busy in the church and connect with the elves, and he had to do many things in person.

But here, just rely on the mission system to train the Chosen Ones and direct them to deal with the Orcs.

The Chosen Ones work hard, as long as they are rewarded enough, as long as they have a high opinion, even if they are asked to dig feces in the cesspool, they are willing to do so.

Simply the best coolie!

Lightly sipping the fruit wine invited by the Chosen One, shaking his head and listening to the performance of the troubadour in the tavern, chatting with the beautiful and enthusiastic female Chosen One beside him from time to time, and receiving some gifts from them along the way...

Thranduil himself only had to express his intimacy appropriately.

Sometimes even just a smile can lead to a scream...

This kind of day is simply not too comfortable.

Although the environment of Sandstorm City is not very good, it does not meet the preferences of elves at all, but Thranduil feels that it is quite comfortable here.

And even in a harsh environment, under his "sincere" appeal, there are enthusiastic candidates who joined the team to transform the environment of Sandstorm City.

Now, Druid Chosen has begun to try to plant trees and flowers in the city.

Oh, by the way, there is also a family of fairies newly created by the Mother Goddess.

Those little guys are quite suitable to improve the environment, and Thranduil has recently been wondering if he can also find a way to fool around from the Dark Mountains.

One thing is, since I am resident in Sandstorm City, it is best to dress up here as well.

Thranduil thought so.

And while he was enjoying the afternoon tea leisurely and comfortably, and experiencing the massage techniques of the two female candidates who were said to be ancestral craftsmanship, a sacred and majestic voice resounded in his mind:

"Comfortable?"

"Comfortable, very comfortable."

Thranduil nodded subconsciously and replied with a smile.

However, he soon realized that the voice was directly in his head.

And that sacred and majestic breath instantly woke him up...

Thranduil shuddered and stood up quickly.

"Mother...cough...my goddess!"

He coughed twice, his expression a little embarrassed.

As the first primordial elf, he is also a favored one, and naturally he can hear the voice from the mother goddess in person.

It's just that His Majesty the Mother Goddess hasn't issued an oracle directly to him for a long time, and even the previous assignment of the desert of death was also conveyed by God's Favored One, so He really didn't respond for a while...

The voice in consciousness was silent for a moment, and then it sounded again:

"Thranduil, I have something to tell you to do..."

...

The new game announcement once again attracted the attention of the majority of players.

And when everyone saw that the drop rewards included the silver transfer quota and the artifact repair point scroll, this expectation was pushed to a small climax.

without him.

Although the number of bosses and drop rewards have been increased after Demon Palace 2.0, it is still too compact for hundreds of thousands of players on the full server.

Especially the artifact repair point scroll that can only be dropped after clearing Lao Ah.

In the words of some old players who have come from the era of flat online games, the touching drop rate of the artifact repair point scroll is more exaggerated than the mysterious crystals that create special effects weapons in some online games...

At this time, there is a new drop source, which will naturally attract the attention of countless people.

Not to mention that the official website also mentioned that the new gameplay will have high contribution rewards, which is simply the gospel of the African chiefs.

On the other side of the world of Saiggs, in the kingdom of dwarves in the southern mountains, the National Church also received an oracle from its own true god.

The kingdom of the dwarven kingdom, a temple of a dwarven city built in the mountains.

The three-meter-high dwarf and the statue of the god of forging bloomed with brilliance, and the vast power rippled in the temple.

And under the statue, an elderly dwarf wearing a high crown and a gorgeous robe is prostrate in front of the statue, worshipping frantically:

"Praise you, the great god of dwarves, the great god of blacksmithing, your oracle, is the direction we are heading..."

Gradually, the light on the statue slowly disappeared...

And the old dwarf slowly got up.

He pondered for a moment, and ordered to the dwarf warrior on duty at the gate of the temple:

"Go and call the copper furnace."

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope!"

The dwarf soldier said respectfully.

The old dwarf is the supreme leader of the National Church of the Dwarf Kingdom, the current Pope appointed by Dolft, the god of dwarves and forging.

As the true god's top cleric in the secular world, he can also be called his crown.

The dwarf soldiers returned quickly.

He brought a bushy, short, stocky, middle-aged dwarf warrior with black curly hair.

The dwarf warriors carry a powerful evil spirit, and the armor on their bodies is full of pits, and it looks like they have been fighting for a long time.

He came to the Pope and bowed respectfully:

"Your Majesty, do you have anything to do with me?"

The Pope glanced at him, and then said solemnly:

"Bronze furnace, His Majesty the True God has just issued an oracle, and the opportunity to seal the fallen is here!"

"You are the most powerful warrior in the entire dwarf kingdom, and you also have a very fast golden griffin. I now order you to quickly go to Sandstorm City on the Death Desert to seek help from the elves."

"Dead Desert? Sandstorm City? Go there to find the elves? Isn't that Orc territory?"

The dwarf warrior was stunned for a moment, with a surprised expression.

The Pope nodded and said:

"Yes, it used to be, but not now. You have been fighting in the Sealed Land for more than half a year, and you still don't know what happened in the world of Seggs. Now the desert of death has been worshiped by the elves of the god of life and nature. captured."

"God of life and nature? Is that the crown of Eve who was rumored in the underground world last year?"

The dwarf warrior was stunned.

"That's right."

The Pope nodded.

"I understand, I'm leaving now!"

The dwarf God of War had a straight face and replied solemnly.

...

The sun rises and sets, and in the blink of an eye, five days have passed since the game announcement.

The new game update has not yet arrived, but the popularity of the battlefield tasks in the whole server has not dropped, on the contrary, it has further fermented as time goes by.

The main thing is to speed up thinking.

More than 300,000 players are not online every day.

With the increase in the number of people, in reality, there are many people who are online for one or two days, and there are many people who are online for several days in the game.

That is, if the game is not online for a few days, the system will forcibly recycle the body for self-protection.

Otherwise... As far as the realistic life system of the game is concerned, if there are players who are not online for ten days and a half months, the game will already starve to death.

Under such circumstances, every time the players who newly discovered the announcement gradually calmed down, there were new players who came online happily to discover the update log.

It becomes a cycle.

So... the popularity of the battlefield mission continued in the game for several days.

However, "Elf Kingdom" has too much freedom and too many ways to play.

As an unprecedented open online game masterpiece, there are only things you can't think of here, and there's nothing you can't do.

Players are never short of goals, and you can do as much as you want.

Therefore, the first players who knew that the battlefield mission was coming, and after a day or two of anticipation, left it behind and continued to do other things.

Of course, doing other things doesn't mean that people will completely forget about the updated things.

If you carefully observe the activity trajectories of the players, you will find that after the new announcement, the scope of activities of many people has shrunk and began to revolve around the city of heaven.

What players do is to take advantage of the convenient transportation conditions in the city of heaven, so that they can participate in the battlefield mission as soon as it goes online.

At the same time, there are also rumors that the real battlefield mission is likely to appear in Sandstorm City in the Dead Desert, and it is said that it came from some female candidates.

However, there are not many people who believe.

And five days after the announcement of the game update, the messenger of the dwarf kingdom, the legendary dwarf warrior bronze furnace with a golden vulture and known as the "sky knight", also came to the hinterland of the desert of death...

Death Desert, about 100 kilometers south of Sandstorm City.

A caravan full of goods is slowly advancing.

Suddenly, a loud howl resembling a lion's roar and an eagle's cry came from the sky, causing the horses in the caravan to panic.

"What happened? Are there elves coming to attack? Didn't you tell them you were your own?"

One of the carriages in the convoy moved, and two well-armed elf warriors jumped down and asked vigilantly.

"Master Elf, it's Griffin!"

The human leader of the caravan replied respectfully.

"Griffin?"

The eyes of the two elves lit up, then looked up.

"No, it's too high, I shouldn't be able to hit it down."

"It's a pity, I knew I had brought my giant eagle here, and I heard from Natsume that the griffin is very suitable as a mount."

The two elves shook their heads.

The two elves are naturally players.

Now the map of the Dead Desert has been completely open to players, and occasionally players will be guest mercenaries to protect the caravans traveling in the Dead Desert.

In particular, the Heart of Nature guild, which has contacts with caravans of various forces, often sends guild members to escort the caravan into the area where players are active.

This is inevitable.

Because the caravans of other forces are not as systematically protected as the elves of the Elf Forest.

If they really want to attack, players can do it.

In addition, this kind of long-distance caravan generally has a lot of oil and water. Although those high-level players may not care, for many new players, looting the caravan is definitely a profitable business.

Therefore, after experiencing the sourness that elves can also become road robbers, the caravans learned to behave.

Although it is absurd and shocking that the elves will also have camp shifts, but after a long time, everyone will get used to it.

Once they enter the area where elves live in the Death Desert or the Dark Mountains, they will find ways to hire elves as guards.

Only players can deal with players.

After seeing a player escort, the looting player will generally choose to give up.

The two players looked curiously at the griffin circling in the sky, and at the same time shook their heads and sighed that there was no way to capture it.

However, at this time, the Griffin seemed to have discovered the caravan and started flying towards the caravan.

"Huh? It's flying towards us!"

The two players looked at each other.

However, just after the Griffin approached, the players and the caravan members were surprised to find that there was a short figure sitting behind the Griffin.

Along with a cloud of dust, the griffin landed on the ground, and then a stocky, black-bearded dwarf warrior jumped down.

He looked at the caravan and asked in a loud voice:

"Are you a caravan going to Sandstorm City? Is Sandstorm City the direction ahead?"

Although this dwarf warrior is quite short even among the dwarves, and may not be taller than an elf's thigh, no one dared to make him smaller.

Because all the professionals present felt an amazing momentum from the other party.

That is the momentum that only high-ranking professionals have!

Even the two players looked serious.

Because after the griffin landed, not to mention the dwarf riding on the griffin, even this griffin who was just judged by them, the breath on his body is much stronger than the two...

The two of them are already silver, and they didn't feel that way when facing the demon boss in the maze of the devil, and they felt similar when they beat the old man...

They have definitely encountered NPCs of the big BOSS level.

The human members of the caravan looked at each other, and the leader nodded:

"Yes, Lord Dwarf, we are indeed going to Sandstorm City."

The dwarf warrior is the messenger of the dwarf kingdom, a copper furnace with legendary strength.

He scratched his thick curly hair and whispered:

"Really, then it seems that I did not go wrong."

After speaking, he turned around and jumped on the griffin to leave.

However, just before he left, a slightly excited and expectant voice came from the caravan:

"This dwarf... my lord, what's the matter with you going to Sandstorm City?"

It's those two players.

Looking at the dwarf warriors in a hurry, they felt that they faintly smelled the breath of the hidden plot...

Hearing the voice behind him, Tonglu turned back subconsciously, and when he saw who he was talking to, his eyes lit up slightly:

"Elves?"