Game of the World Tree Chapter 50: Elven Believers (please vote for recommendation!)

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The Dark Mountains are located in the southwest of the continent of Sagas, bordering the Elf Forest to the north, the Endless Sea to the west, the Fertile Plains to the east, and the Death Desert to the south...

Because the obsidian reserves in the mountains are extremely rich, even the peaks are dyed 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 only home to some drought-resistant trees and shrubs, alpine meadows, and countless types of wild animals.

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

But after a divine battle, the world collapsed and everything was destroyed.

Now, the harsh environment of the Dark Mountains is almost as famous as the Dead Desert.

Except for the caravans who have to cross the mountains, and the dwarves and humans trying to find mineral deposits in the dark mountains, few people set foot here...

In the northwest of the Dark Mountains, in a hidden valley.

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

But even though they are crudely constructed, these stone houses are arranged neatly and cleanly. 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 200 residents are gathering under the high platform. They are old and young. Everyone wears linen hoods that can hide their faces. They are thin and their eyes are numb and dim. It can be seen that the days have passed. It was quite a hard life.

The faintly exposed pointed ears and outstanding appearance declare their identity - elves.

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

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

One of the old elves was wearing a gray sacrificial robe. He had white hair and beard and was full of energy. He was the old priest sent by Eve to gather the elves - Samir Gale.

The other one is an old female elf.

Her name is Philosil Lieyan, the village chief of this elf village, and an old friend of Samir.

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

"Samir, I have called all the tribesmen here as you asked. What do you have to say, can you say it now?"

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

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

Filoxil lowered his eyelids, with a hint of sadness in his voice:

"There's only so much left."

"Hey... I didn't expect that the Lieyan 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 doing well.

After listening to Samir’s words, Feilosil’s eyes became a little hazy. She squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying and said:

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

In the world of Segas where gods exist, it is difficult for ordinary intelligent races without the blessing of the true gods to survive in the battles between races...

In particular, elves themselves are fatally attractive to other races.

Without their power and protection, their beautiful appearance, their long lifespan, and their innate magical physique are all coveted by other races.

In addition, the elves are originally aloof from the world, love peace and are kind-hearted. They are not good at fighting with others, so in a series of conspiracy struggles, the tribe becomes weaker and weaker.

The blessing of true God?

Samir's eyes flashed.

I saw him taking a deep breath, showing a bright smile, and his voice was full of enthusiasm and excitement:

"Actually... I came here this time just for this matter."

"Huh?"

Filosil looked at him in surprise.

It was only then that the old patriarch of the Lieyan Tribe discovered that the old friend in front of him seemed to be slightly different from the image in his memory.

Although they haven't seen each other for many years, Samir seems to be more energetic. There is a faint light flowing in his eyes, and he seems to be full of hope for the future.

It was far from the dejected old man I saw a few years ago. The numbness and despair in his once cloudy eyes had disappeared.

Filoxil's eyes narrowed.

The Gale tribe of elves is the most special tribe among all the elven tribes. They shoulder the responsibility of worshiping the mother of nature and are also called the priest tribe.

After the fall of World Tree, the Gale Clan was also the clan that suffered the greatest blow and was the most severely persecuted.

As an elder of the clan, Samir Gale has completely experienced the rise and fall of the Gale clan... Every time she sees the other party, she looks sad and desperate.

And if she remembers correctly, Samir should have been near the Elf Forest, leading the last Virgin of Nature to perform natural sacrifices, hoping to awaken the Mother Goddess...

But now...

Filosil looked at Samir's energetic and high-spirited appearance, as well as his eyes full of hope and brightness, and suddenly an unbelievable thought came to his mind...

Could it be...

Her heart, which had not fluctuated for many years, suddenly jumped violently.

"You..."

She looked at Samir, her voice was trembling, as if she was wondering about 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 from him, with reassuring power and a strong natural aura.

The light was brilliant, and at this moment, Samir seemed to turn into nature's darling. The powerful breath of life swept the entire square in an instant...

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

"Silver...Silver Priest!"

Silver Priest!

After the fall of Mother Nature, how many years has it been since we saw such a high-ranking priest?

Silver is a watershed. Only true gods can support silver-level priests!

At this moment, Philosil felt that his old heart was beating more and more violently like a young man. The idea that was originally absurd and filled with endless hope has vaguely pointed to a certain reality!

"This...this..."

She murmured, barely able to speak to herself.

The power of the Holy Light also attracted all the elves. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the elf elders on the high platform in shock and confusion.

Looking at the gazes gathered, Samir smiled slightly.

I saw him facing the north, piously drawing a symbol of Mother Nature on his chest, with a gentle and powerful voice:

"Compatriots, our true God...is back. He has issued a divine message, calling us to return to the Elf Forest and regain our glory!"

After speaking, he took out a golden leaf from his arms, which was the leaf of the World Tree, the sacred object that Eve had exerted divine power on.

I saw Samir holding the leaves of the World Tree high and devoutly and respectfully inspiring the power within them...

In an instant, the rich natural power spread, branches sprouted and flowers bloomed wherever they went. In the blink of an eye, the square was surrounded by clusters of flowers and lush vines...

Looking at this miraculous sight, all the elves were shocked.

"It's the divine power of nature! This is the divine power of nature!"

An old elf recognized him, his voice full of excitement.

And along with the miracle, an ethereal and ethereal sacred voice echoed in the air:

"Children, go home."

Children, go home...

That majestic voice is soft and beautiful... with a hint of sadness and endless vicissitudes of life, and has 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 that had been weakened by long-term wandering gradually regained their strength!

With a "pop", Feluosil kneeled down on the ground subconsciously, looking at the brilliant leaves of the world, feeling the vigorous vitality in his body, and two lines of turbid tears fell down.

I saw her raising her head, looking surprised and sad:

"Mother Goddess... This is the power of Mother Goddess!"

"He...is back!"