Game of the World Tree

Hearing Samir's words, the members of the Flame Tribe hesitated for a moment.

A trembling old elf reluctantly touched the luggage in his hand, and opened a corner, revealing a thick and old book engraved with gorgeous patterns.

His voice was bitter:

"This... This is the paper book we brought out of the forest of elves with all our might. It is the inheritance of the elves for thousands of years. If we leave it behind, then the elves..."

Samir gave him a complicated look and sighed:

"The mother goddess has returned, and civilization can continue, but if the elves are dead, there is nothing left."

Felixir touched the thick family tree of the Flame Tribe that he carried, and there were turbid tears flashing in the corner of his eyes.

"Ugh……"

She sighed, and under the unbelievable gazes of the old elves, she ruthlessly threw the thick family tree that had been passed down by the Raging Flames for thousands of years and recorded the countless history and glory of the tribe on the ground...

"Clan... Patriarch!"

Several old elves were shocked.

Fei Luo Xier glanced at them, and released the aura of the black iron superior on his body...

For a moment, all the old elves fell silent and looked at her pleadingly.

Felixir avoided their gazes, her voice was as cold as iron, and she had an irrefutable aura:

"History is written by civilization. After all, the carrier of silver civilization is the elves themselves. If we can't even protect ourselves, these books... don't matter!"

"Look at the children of the clan! We still have a future, we still have hope! We have lived a life of displacement, and we can't let them live our normal lives again!"

After speaking, she commanded in a high voice in an old voice:

"Everyone, throw down the weight and dry food, only carry weapons, and protect the children to break through at full speed!"

Seeing that the respected old patriarch was like this, the elves hesitated for a while, and then they all came down and threw the luggage in their hands on the ground.

For a while there was some wailing in the crowd.

With red eyes, the old elves drew out their weapons, glanced at the luggage on the ground sadly, and roared:

"Breakthrough! We break through!"

The brilliance of countless magic blooms from their bodies.

These old elves who have lived to the present, although they are already very old, they were also once the most powerful warriors of the elves!

Looking at the clansmen who turned their grief into strength, Fei Luo Xier felt a little dazed for a while.

She seems to have returned to the days when she led the elf army and desperately broke through the forest of elves under the blocking of the combined forces of humans, orcs and half-dragons...

Taking a deep breath, she raised her own thousand-year-old flame staff:

"Guys, let's go! Let's go home!"

The dazzling magic light was released from the staff, and the plants in front suddenly gave way by themselves.

Three-ring magic, [Jungle Command].

More than 200 elves began to change their formations, and all the old and old elves came to the outermost periphery, with the elf warriors and elven wanderers as the vanguard, and the wizards, druids and elf archers as the backing.

The young men carried the young elves on their backs and were protected in the middle of the team.

"rush!"

They shouted and charged along the path opened by the patriarch.

After they left, the plants closed again, obscuring the original road.

"Not good! Those elves want to break through!"

The orc scout who had been watching in the distance changed his expression, and hurriedly blew the horn again.

And the half-orc team hidden in the forest of elves also began to act under the guidance of the horn.

"Those scouts are delivering messages, kill them!"

Hearing the sound of the scout's horn, Samir's expression changed, and he shouted at the elf hunters in the team.

Several elf hunters hesitated, and they habitually aimed at each other's limbs.

At this time, an old elf snatched the bow, aimed at the orc scout and shot it...

The arrow came in an instant, piercing the orc's throat with precision.

Then, the old elf looked at the hunters and said with red eyes:

"What time is it, stop being kind! Think about how they have treated us all these years! Are your precise archery just for targeting?!"

"Even if the killing will cause us to fall into hell after death, we have to make a way out for the flame tribe!"

After hearing his words, a trace of shame flashed on the faces of the elf hunters.

But soon, their expressions became firm, and they raised their bows and arrows.

And the main team of orcs finally intercepted the elves of the flame tribe under the guidance of the horn.

Nearly a hundred fully-armed orcs rushed out of the forest. Under the blessing of the priest's magic, their bodies shone with the brilliance of divine power, blocking the path of the elves.

At the same time, more orcs came from farther in the forest.

"Leave none of the old elves behind, and capture all the females and young elves!"

In the half-orc team, the priest who led the team shouted.

"Humph!"

Samir let out a cold snort, and powerful magic power continued to gather around him.

Having accepted Eve's favor, he has become a level 41 silver low-ranking nature priest.

But in fact, he has another career

druid.

At the same time as the promotion of the nature priest profession, his Druid profession also received feedback, and he was also promoted to the lower rank of silver!

This is also the real reason why Eve would choose to let him look for the elves!

In order to protect the secret of the Mother Goddess, Samir did not intend to use divine magic easily, but the magic that belonged to Druids could be used.

And with the sound of the incantation, countless thick vines drilled out of the soil, entangling the orcs who rushed up.

"Intermediate Druid!"

Among the half-orcs, the priest let out a strange cry, causing the entire team to stagnate.

Intermediate...that is already the existence of silver.

In the entire cave tribe, only the chief priest has this strength!

For a time, the half-orcs were a little confused.

The old elves at the front of the team were refreshed, and they drew their weapons and seized the opportunity to chop down the hapless orcs to the ground.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the elves did not kill the orcs completely, as long as they lose their combat effectiveness, they will no longer chase and kill...

kindness……

It is the glory of the elves and the sorrow of the elves.

Samir's magic is like a subversive weight thrown into the balance of war.

The powerful control magic was cast, and the fighting power of the orcs was almost instantaneous. Facing the desperate elves, they, who were good at melee combat, were defeated for a while.

However, even with the strength of silver, Samir could not control all the orcs.

There were still many orcs rushing in and fighting with the elves.

And once the battle, the gap is also reflected.

The old elves are old, and the goblins are mostly young.

They already had the upper hand in terms of physique and energy, and they received the order to kill all the old elves, so... in just a moment, several old elves fell down.

Looking at the tribesmen who died in battle, Fei Luo Xier's eyes were red.

Every old elf who has survived until now is her comrade-in-arms.

And every old elf who has experienced a long time has also mastered countless knowledge...

If placed in a peaceful age, every elder is the most precious existence of the ethnic group.

But now, they have to work hard for the future of the group.

Felixir closed his eyes and opened them again.

She turned her grief into strength, and while constantly applying magical shields to the people in front of her, she roared:

"Kill! Let's kill!"

The death of the old elves was not ineffective, they also consumed the power of the Orcs.

Under their desperate efforts, they actually tore apart the encirclement!

Seeing the forest in front of him, Samir's eyes lit up and shouted:

"We have succeeded in breaking through! Everyone, work hard, get out of the battle quickly, and don't get entangled with the orcs!"

After speaking, he glanced at the injured old clansmen in the team, gritted his teeth and said:

"The elderly and the wounded... stay behind!"

After he finished speaking, he said to Felixir:

"Fei Luo Xier, you break through with your clan, and I will stay to help break the queen!"

Felixir's eyes narrowed and he wanted to say something, but seeing Samir's firm gaze, he finally had to nod his head:

"You... must follow."

After speaking, she raised her staff and shouted again:

"Breakthrough!"

Then, she continued to move forward with the remaining clansmen.

The face of the priest hidden in the half-orc team changed:

"Not good! They're going to break out! Quick! Quickly summon Mr. Merrell! Don't let them break out!"

The half-orc on the side received the order and quickly took out a horn and blew it against the sky:

"woo"

The sound of the horn is extremely loud, and it spreads far, far...

Soon, countless birds flew out of the forest. They seemed to be frightened and began to flee.

"rua"

An excited hissing sound came from the sky.

"what sound?"

The elves immediately became extremely vigilant.

However, before they raised their heads, a huge coercion descended on the scene.

Including the half-orcs, everyone involuntarily shivered in an instant.

A huge shadow shrouded above the elves who broke out.

Felixir slowly raised his head.

She saw a terrifying behemoth!

The hideous appearance, the black-haired scales, the skull-like head, and the iconic spikes and horns on the top of the head...

In an instant, her pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole person could not help but scream:

"Black... black dragon!"

Black Dragon!

seggs of all the dragons in the world

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