The game of the World Tree

The dark mountain range is located in the southwest of the continent of Segus, bordered by the Fairy Forest to the north, the endless sea to the west, the fertile plain to the east, and the desert of death in the south...

Because the obsidian storage in the mountains is extremely rich, even the peaks are stained with a deep black, hence the name.

However, due to the rugged terrain and barren land, the dark mountains have not become a paradise for animals and plants. They are just growing drought-tolerant shrubs and alpine meadows, as well as countless types of wild animals.

But it is rumored that in the ancient times, the Dark Mountains were not barren. At that time, it was as rich and beautiful as the Fairy Forest, and even had another nice name-Emerald Mountain.

But after a great battle, the sky fell apart and everything was destroyed.

Now, the harsh environment of the Dark Mountains is almost as famous as the desert of death.

Except for the caravans who must climb over the mountains, and the dwarves and humans who try to find mineral deposits in the dark mountains, few people set foot here...

In the northwestern part of the Dark Mountains, in a hidden valley.

In the corner of the valley, the simple stone houses are arranged in a star shape, forming a small village.

But even if the structure is simple, these stone houses are arranged very neatly and cleaned. Not only that, flowers and shrubs are planted around each house, which is enough to show the owner's love for nature... This is not easy in the dark mountains.

In the center of the village, there is a small open square on which a simple high platform is built with stones and rattan.

At this moment, more than two hundred residents are gathering under the high platform. They are old and young. Everyone wears a linen hood that can hide their faces. They are thin and have numb and dim eyes. It can be seen that they have lived quite a lot. hard.

And the faintly exposed sharp ears and outstanding appearance declared their identity-spirits.

The elves sat together in twos and threes, and looked at the high platform curiously.

On the high platform, there are two elderly people standing.

One of the elderly elves wore a gray sacrificial attire. His hair and beard were all white, and his expression was bright. It was Samir Hayate, the old priest sent by Eve to gather the elves.

The other is an elderly female elf.

Her name is Philosir Flame, and she is the head of this elven village, and she is also an old friend of Samir.

The female elf glanced at Samir beside her, sighed, and said:

"Samir, I have called all the people of the tribe as you said. What do you have to say, can you say it now?"

Samir looked at the more than 200 people in the audience with a very complicated expression:

"Are these all the members of the Flame Tribe?"

Ferosil lowered his eyelids, his voice with a touch of sadness:

"There is only so much left."

"Hey... I didn't expect that the Flame Tribe, which once had a population of nearly 10,000, has declined to this point."

Samir sighed, feeling sad.

However, compared to the Gale tribe whose tribe has completely dissipated, the Flame tribe is already considered good.

After hearing Samir's words, Ferosil's eyes became a little hazy, and she squeezed out a smile that was even more ugly than crying, and said:

"What can be done? Without the blessing of the true god, we are just homeless children. Let us be bullied... It is already very good to be able to find a hiding place in the Emerald Mountain."

In the Seggs world where there are gods, ordinary intelligent races without the blessing of true gods can hardly survive the struggles of all races...

In particular, the elves themselves have a fatal attraction to other races.

Lost their power and shelter, their beautiful appearance, their long lifespan, their magical physique that was born in that day, all are coveted by other races.

In addition, the elves are indisputable in the world,

They love peace and are kind-hearted by nature. They are not good at fighting people fiercely, so in a series of conspiracy struggles, the ethnic group is getting weaker and weaker.　　Is the blessing of the true god?

Samir's eyes flashed.

He took a deep breath and revealed a bright smile, his voice with a hint of enthusiasm and excitement:

"Actually... I am here this time just for this."

"Ok?"

Ferosil looked at him in surprise.

Although he hadn't seen him for many years, Samir looked more energetic. There was faint brilliance in his eyes, and he seemed to be full of hope for the future.

That was far from the gray old man I saw a few years ago. The numbness and despair in his cloudy eyes disappeared.

Ferosil's eyes narrowed.

The elves' blast tribe is the most special tribe among all the elves. They shoulder the responsibility of offering sacrifices to the mother of nature, and they are also known as the priests' tribe.

After the fall of the World Tree, the Haifeng clan was also the one that suffered the most and suffered the most.

As the elder of the family, Samir Hayate can be said to have completely experienced the process of the Hayate family's prosperity and decline...every time she sees the other party, she looks sad and desperate.

And if she remembers correctly, Samir should have been near the Fairy Forest, holding on to the sacrifice of nature with the last natural saint, hoping to awaken the mother god...

But now...

Looking at Samir's vigorous and energetic look, as well as the hopeful and bright gaze, Ferosil suddenly came up with a somewhat unbelievable thought...

Could it be...

Her heart, which hadn't been fluctuated for many years, suddenly beat violently.

"you..."

She looked at Samir, her voice trembling, she seemed to be wondering something, and she seemed to be expecting something.

Samir turned his head, smiled gently at his old friend, and then stretched out his arms...

A brilliant holy light radiated around him, with reassuring power and strong natural aura.

The light was so bright, at this moment, Samir seemed to be the darling of nature. That powerful breath of life swept the entire square in an instant...

Feeling the huge natural power in the old priest's body, Ferosil's eyes widened and he lost his voice in shock:

"Silver...Silver priest!"

Silver priest!

After the fall of Mother Nature, how many years have you not seen such a high-ranking priest?

Silver is a watershed, only true gods can support priests of the silver rank!

At this moment, Ferosil felt that his old heart was beating more and more violently like a young man. The idea that was originally absurd and full of endless hope has faintly pointed to a certain reality!

"This this..."

She murmured, almost unable to speak to herself.

The power of the holy light also attracted all the elves, everyone raised their heads, shocked and blankly looked at the elder elves on the high platform.

Seeing the gathered eyes, Samir smiled slightly.

I saw him facing the north and drew a symbol of the mother of nature on his chest religiously. His voice was gentle and full of power:

"My compatriots, our true God crown...returned. He has issued a parable to call us back to the Fairy Forest and rediscover the glory that belongs to us!"

After speaking, he took out a golden leaf from his arms, it was the sacred object that Eve exerted supernatural power-the leaf of the World Tree.

I saw Samir holding up the leaf of the World Tree, and reverently and reverently inspiring its power...

In an instant, the rich natural divine power spread, wherever it went, branches sprouted, and a hundred flowers blossomed. In a blink of an eye, the square was surrounded by clusters of flowers and lush vines...

Seeing this miraculous sight, all the elves were in shock.

"It's natural power! This is natural power!"

An old elf recognized it, and his voice was full of excitement.

And along with the miracle, a vague and ethereal holy voice echoed in the air:

"Children, go home."

Children, go home...

The majestic voice was soft and beautiful...with a trace of sorrow, and full of endless vicissitudes, possessing a strange power to soothe people's hearts.

This is the divine metaphor recorded by Eve in the leaves of the World Tree.

In an instant, all the elves felt a warm energy pouring into their bodies, and their bodies weakened by long-term wandering and wandering gradually regained their strength!

With a "puff", Ferosil subconsciously knelt down on the ground, looking at the shining world leaves, feeling the vitality in his body, two lines of turbid tears dripped down.

She looked up, surprised and sad:

"Master Mother...this is the power of Master Mother God!"

"He... is back!"