Game of the World Tree

The forest of elves, emerald green.

Demacia, who had just helped the NPC move the bricks, checked her poor personal reputation rating, sighed, and entered the transmission array leading to the city of heaven.

With a flash of light, he returned to the central square of the Heavenly Chosen City.

Just as soon as he came here, he felt something was wrong.

"Why are there so few people today?"

Looking at the sparse square, Demacia was a little surprised.

You must know that as the main city of the player, the city of heaven is lively and lively from day to night on weekdays, and the central square connected to the emerald green through the teleportation circle is the most prosperous place in the whole city.

Especially at night, after the third test players joined, there is a bonfire party every night here, and even the skewers have been put on the bright side recently, uh... Alice has become numb to this and just let it go.

And tonight...

The bonfire was set, but there were surprisingly few people in the square.

Not only that, but Demacia also noticed that many people hurriedly packed up their gear and ran to the southeast of the city.

"Why did everyone go?"

Demacia was stunned.

He quickly grabbed a player who was running to the southeast, and asked suspiciously:

"Brother, where are you going? Where are the people in the square?"

The player glanced at Demacia, a little surprised:

"Boss Demacia? You haven't gone yet?"

"The big guy is a ghost, he is obviously the one with the lowest reputation rating in the whole server..."

Looking at her reputation score, Demacia wanted to cry.

Player: ...

He cleared his throat and said:

"Cough cough... No one told you? The Black Dragon Castle seems to have triggered a hidden mission. A group of human mercenaries have come and are fighting! I heard that there is also a silver boss with magical equipment! Everyone goes to Run over there!"

"Human mercenary, hidden mission?"

Demacia was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened her chat system, and then she saw the chat record that broke the table...

The chat channel of the Heart of Nature Guild has exploded:

"Not good! The human army has attacked the Black Dragon Castle!"

"What? Human armies?"

"Looks like mercenaries! They've broken into the castle! There's already a mess over there!"

"Strong strength?"

"Yes! And there's a silver boss! A magic outfit! It looks like a magic swordsman!"

"Fuck! Triggered the plot! It must have triggered the plot again!"

"Go, go, go! Let's form a team and fight! It's a silver outfit!"

And the friend list is all red:

"Demacia! Come and form a team! The Black Dragon Castle is fighting!"

"Brother, where are you?"

"Quickly speak back!"

Even Li Mu called him several times:

"Where are the people? Assembled!"

"..."

"Have you finished flushing the toilet?"

Demacia:  …

Since the last time I flushed the toilet halfway, I was directly attracted by the guild's news to the underground world to engage in pyramid schemes. As a result, after a few days of toilet flushing efforts were all in vain... Demacia reluctantly blocked the chat when she brushed the NPC's favor again.

So...he didn't know about it until now!

"When did this happen?!"

he asked expectantly.

"Hmm... Not too long ago, just over ten minutes ago, it seems that Sister Meow triggered it first! Now she seems to be caught!"

The player replied.

He is a member of the Mengmeng committee.

Demacia suddenly said:

"It's that flat-chested junior high school luoli again? You're lucky too!"

Player: ...

"Boss Demacia, don't tell you, my teammates called me, I'll go first!"

He twitched the corners of his mouth, waved at Demacia, and continued running away in a hurry.

Demacia was stunned for a while. After hesitating for a few seconds, she quickly took out her weapon. While contacting Li Mu, she hurriedly ran to the location where the Black Dragon Castle Teleportation Array was placed in the southeast of the City of Heaven...

...

Black Dragon Castle, in the hall.

Looking at more and more elves, the crocodile's face has begun to turn pale...

The castle hall, which had been greatly expanded in order to facilitate the activities of the black dragon, has been completely occupied by fully armed elves.

Looking around, there are no less than hundreds of people!

They were crowded, shouting and scolding, rushing towards the mercenaries, and the one at the front had already engaged with the mercenaries.

However, because of the large number of people, the people behind were unable to form a formation and huddled together in a mess.

However, the crocodile was not at all happy to see the comical scene of the elves huddled together.

With the continuous appearance of elves, his mood has gradually changed, from joy to surprise, and from shock to fear!

Thirty elves, they are easy to deal with.

One hundred elves, he burst out, and with the help of mercenaries, it is not impossible to defeat them quickly.

but now……

There were already no less than 300 elves in the hall!

Not only that, they are all fully armed, and most of them have the strength of the black iron median!

What is even more shocking is that the array behind is still flashing light.

If it weren't for the elves that were already standing on the magic circle, I'm afraid there would be more people who didn't know where to teleport here...

This...how can there be so many elves? !

Could it be that the only remaining young elves in the world have been gathered? !

The elves... when did the streets become rotten?

The crocodile was in a trance.

You must know that the largest slave black market in the Holy Mania Empire that he knew, when the number of elf slaves in his hands was the most, he only had less than 200 slaves in his hands.

Not to mention, less than half of them are young elves!

And here... hundreds of elves are all young and strong!

"The regiment...the head of the regiment...are we still fighting?"

A mercenary looked at the increasingly ugly face of his head and asked carefully.

"Fuck! Bring those bound elves, women first, let's withdraw!"

The crocodile cursed and decided to retreat.

Hundreds of elves in the middle of black iron have been recruited!

Although with his mid-level strength in silver and a hundred subordinates, it is only a matter of time before he can defeat the opponent if he really fights, but

The teleportation circle over there is still flashing!

Crocodile... I really can't guess how many elves are still behind.

The Eternal Lord is above!

Where did these elves come from?

However, the crocodile has no time to think about this problem.

He has spent more than ten minutes here with his subordinates.

And such a big battle may attract the black dragon back at any time.

And if the black dragon comes back, I am afraid that hundreds of them will be here.

So... just take it when you see it, and retreat with the already tied spirit is the right way!

I saw the crocodile's eyes flickering slightly, and then he took out a magic scroll from his arms and ripped it open!

After a vague magical fluctuation, a large cloud of gray-black smoke formed in his hand.

And the crocodile stretched out his hand, and the smoke immediately filled the air, covering the vision of the elves...

In the hall, the players coughed one after another.

"Bring someone! Let's withdraw!"

After doing all this, the crocodile gave an order and took the lead in carrying a female elf who was tied up with five flowers and ran out...

The rest of the human mercenaries followed suit, and ran out of the castle with the elves who had been tied to the wall by them in advance.

"Bah ah ah... What kind of smoke is this? It's choking!"

"Not good! They escaped!"

"Follow up!"

After the mercenaries escaped from the castle with the bound players, the remaining players quickly chased after them.

However, after escaping from the castle, the crocodile sneered twice and took out a scroll from his arms again.

It was a golden-rimmed magic scroll with intricate magic patterns and inscriptions engraved on it.

As a senior silver powerhouse, it is impossible not to have one or two hole cards in hand.

And this scroll is a lost space magic scroll that the crocodile obtained when he was exploring an ancient ruin a few years ago!

At the same time, this is also the key to the crocodile daring to risk being discovered by the black dragon to sneak into the castle!

I saw him chanting a spell in his mouth, and the magic scroll began to bloom with brilliance...

Then, the scroll spontaneously ignited, and a heart-pounding magic wave spread out, forming a flickering door of light in front of the crocodile!

Seven Rings Magic [Portal]!

This magic can last up to five minutes and can teleport incoming targets to five kilometers away!

And the crocodile has already prepared in advance in the camp. Once the scroll is activated, it will immediately locate the teleportation location to the camp five kilometers away!

All this was calculated by him early on! The purpose is to avoid the possible counterattack of the black dragon.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be used to avoid elves...

"Walk!"

As soon as the door of light opened, the crocodile ordered the opponent.

And the mercenaries also hurriedly brought those stunned "trophies" into the door of light...

And after the last mercenary entered, the elves in the castle also caught up.

"Not good! They are running away!"

"Is it teleportation magic?!"

"Quick! Catch up!"

Arms held high, they rushed towards the crocodile buzzing like a swarm of locusts.

Looking at the oncoming elves, for a while, the crocodile had the urge to lead some elves into the portal by the way...

There are thousands of brothers on the other side of the portal. If they lie in ambush, one of these elves will send one!

The crocodile doesn't believe that the elves here can outnumber his mercenary group!

It is estimated that hundreds of people should be approaching the limit, right?

However... this thought only flashed slightly before he gave up.

Because he saw that a growing black shadow had appeared on the horizon...

It's a black dragon!

Black Dragon... is back!

It's the truth that a mercenary group can survive for a long time.

The crocodile took a deep look at the air, and then sneered twice at the elves who were catching up:

"Good luck to you! Goodbye!"

After speaking, he also stepped into the door of light...

Then, the door of light flashed slightly and disappeared into the darkness.

Only a group of players who fluttered in the air were left with big eyes and small eyes...

"What a discreet guy!"

Looking at the series of actions of the crocodile from the player's perspective, Eve couldn't help but admire it...

"Just...why do you want to bring people back?"

Glancing at the players outside the castle who were in contact with the dozens of hapless people who were kidnapped in the chat system, Eve sighed slightly.