The game of the World Tree

Oak tree guard!

For the intelligent beings in the Fairy Forest and the attached areas, they couldn't be clearer what this legendary sacred creature meant.

Thousands of years ago, when the elven kingdom existed, that was the pinnacle of the silver civilization.

At that time, the elven lord god looked at the world. The Oak Guardian is his benefactor, and his status is equivalent to that of the angels who believe in the gods!

In its heyday, the Elf Lord God had one hundred thousand natural legions under his command, all composed of powerful oak guards.

Even the weakest oak tree guard has the strength of silver!

Seeing the giant dragon in front of him, Pan Shi's heart was extremely turbulent:

"White...Silver..."

Feeling the powerful pressure, his brain went blank.

How is this possible?

Hasn't the oak tree guards died one after another with the fall of the elves?

Could it be that I read it wrong?

He rubbed his eyes, but everything in front of him told him that it was not an illusion.

Looking at the tall tree man, Pan Shi felt his whole body trembling...

No... it can't be wrong, it looks like this, he has seen it countless times in the tribal murals, and he will never admit his mistakes!

This... This is definitely the Oak Guardian! The favored one of Mother Nature!

How is this possible? !

Panshi's not-so-high IQ made his brain a little unable to turn around... However, one thing is obvious, that is, the other party appears in front of them, and is definitely not for a treat.

He is going to kill us!

An instinctive sense of crisis permeated my heart.

"escape..."

Pan Shi murmured, and then as if suddenly awake, he shouted:

"Run away...!"

After that, Pan Shi couldn't even care about picking up his mace, turned his head and ran away.

joke!

At least a silver oak guard, ten of them are no opponents!

Even if the chief priest of the tribe comes, I'm afraid it will be a delivery!

A group of half-orc mercenaries had been stunned for a long time. They opened their mouths, and then turned around in unison, like scattered birds and beasts, desperately starting to flee...

At this moment, they had already forgotten hunting, and they had only one thought in their minds, and that was escape...

The fleeing Rock gets chaotic the more he thinks, and the more he thinks, the more frightened...

Why is there still an oak tree guard?

The Mianxia had clearly fallen, this is a well-known thing in the Seggs continent!

Without the favor of the true god, how could there be an oak tree guard? !

Do not...

Suddenly, an incredible thought came out of his heart. Somehow, the towering world tree appeared in his mind...

"No...no..."

At this moment, Pan Shi felt his throat dry and his body was cold.

escape!

Run away! Escape back to the tribe!

This matter must be reported to the priest!

If it is what he thinks, then the tribe of orcs will be in danger!

...

Barcelona was extremely angry.

A moment ago, he received the oracle from the great Mother God of Nature.

Being able to dedicate his strength to the great crown, Oak Tree Guardian Basaka felt extremely excited.

However, when he came to the place designated by the mother god, he found that there was a group of ugly and evil half-orcs!

What made him even more angry was that these half-orcs were actually hunting the children of Lord Mother Goddess!

Not only that, but when he heard that the evil half-orc dared to blaspheme the great Mother of Nature, Basaka's final sanity instantly collapsed.

At the same time, the icy voice of Lord Mother God resounded in Basaka's mind again:

"Cut him!"

As if the last yoke was unlocked,

The Oak Guard was completely furious.　　"Roar--"

A deafening roar stunned countless birds in the forest.

"The Blasphemer, die!"

The huge magic power mixed with traces of sacred aura scattered around the oak tree guard as the center. His body, which was 30 meters high, turned out to be huge again. I saw Barthaka's red eyes and instantly waved his arms made up of branches. With a roar:

"War sacrifice!"

The tuned chanting sounded, and his arms suddenly turned into rapidly growing branches and vines, like flying ropes, chasing countless orcs who flee...

The vines were extremely fast, and a dozen orcs were tied up before they could escape a few steps...

"What's this? Let me go! Let me go!"

"Help! Master Rock, help!"

"Monster! It's a monster! He is absorbing my vitality...ah..."

"Ah... my legs! My legs!"

"..."

Hearing the countless miserable howls from behind, the skin of the rock was tingling.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came to my heart.

There was a thud in Pan Shi's heart, and he hurriedly hid to one side subconsciously, only to see a thick vine shooting through the place he had just passed by, making him shocked.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the vine rushed towards him again.

He gritted his teeth, took out the scimitar at his waist and slashed at the vine.

Accompanied by the "clang" sound, the scimitar in his hand broke in two, but the vines were unscathed.

"How is this possible?!"

In the dull gaze of Rock, the vine jumped up and tied him to death.

With the binding, a terrifying attraction appeared on the vines. In the horrified gaze of Rock, he saw that his originally strong body was shrinking, his strength was constantly weakening, his vitality was rapidly losing, and he was old in just a few seconds. stand up...

"War Sacrifice..."

His voice was old and dry, with infinite fear.

War priest, an intermediate ability for druids.

The user can turn into a vine, absorb the vitality of the target into his own use, and sacrifice a part of the acquired power to the Mother of Nature.

At the end of consciousness, Rock finally remembered this terrifying skill that belonged to the furious druid...

In a blink of an eye, the half-orc hunting team of more than twenty people was wiped out.

This series of turning points occurred in less than ten seconds.

Alice, who was paralyzed on the ground, was already staring.

"Oak Guard...War Sacrifice..."

Seeing the half-orcs who turned into withered bones and ashes under the vine guarded by the oak tree, the elf girl murmured.

Suddenly, as if he had realized something, two rows of crystal clear tears flowed slowly down his white cheeks.

Alice raised her head suddenly, with seven-point surprise and three-point anxiety, a little dazed, expectant, and somewhat horrified, ashamed to look in the direction of the World Tree:

"My Lord Mother, is that... you?"

A breeze blows...

Countless bright light green rays descend from the sky, extremely sacred and solemn.

With soft power, the light rushed into Alice and Samir's body as if receiving some kind of instruction.

The wounds of the elf girl caused by forcibly detonating the origin recovered in an instant, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and the broken body of the old elf Samir also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the consciousness slowly recovered...

Everything is like a miracle.

The old priest stood up tremblingly. He looked at the majestic oak guard somewhat inconceivably, and looked at the injuries on his body with some inconceivability. After realizing what had happened, he sat down on the ground again.

His lips were waxy, his expression on his face was a little uneasy with anticipation, as if he wanted to believe something, and as if he was afraid that what he was experiencing was a dream of nothingness...

This... is this true?

Can I believe it?

Suddenly, a magnificent and sacred voice resounded in the consciousness of the two of them...

"My name—Eve Uktrahir."

The two were shocked.

They looked at each other, both of them saw panic and unbelievable in each other's eyes, but they quickly transformed into endless surprises...

It's the mother goddess!

It's really Lord Mother Goddess!

He,

came back...

For a moment, Alice felt the strength of her whole body as if she had been withdrawn, her body shook, she couldn't help falling to the ground, tears bursting into her face.

With the voice heard, Samir opened his mouth slightly, deep wrinkles trembled uncontrollably, and muddy tears spilled like beads.

Samir, who was once a noble elder of the ethnic group, cried like a child at this moment...

"Mother... mother god... is it you? Is it you!"

"Master Mother... are you back?"

"Are you...re home?!"

The extinguished fire of faith burned again and rose to the sky.