Game of the World Tree

Oak Guard!

To the intelligent life of the Elf Forest and its affiliated areas, they could not be more clear about what this legendary sacred creature meant.

Thousands of years ago, when the Elf Kingdom existed, it was the peak moment of the Silver Civilization.

At that time, the elf master god looked down upon the world. And the Oak Guard is his favored one, whose status is equivalent to the angels who believe in the gods!

The main elf god in his heyday had 100,000 natural legions under his command, all composed of powerful oak guards.

Even the weakest oak guard has the strength of silver!

Looking at this behemoth whose size is comparable to that of a giant dragon in front of him, the heart of the rock is extremely turbulent...

Feeling the powerful magic pressure, his mind went blank.

how can that be?

Haven't the oak guards died with the fall of the elf god?

Did you see it wrong?

He rubbed his eyes, but everything in front of him told him it wasn't an illusion.

Looking at the tall tree man, Rock felt that his whole body was trembling...

No... It can't be wrong, he has seen it countless times in the tribal murals, and he will never admit it!

This... this is definitely the Oak Guard! She is the favored one of the Mother of Nature!

how can that be? !

Rock's low IQ made his brain a little hard to turn... However, one thing is obvious, that is, the other party appeared in front of them, definitely not to treat guests to dinner.

He's going to kill us!

An instinctive sense of crisis filled his heart.

escape……

Rock murmured, and then roared as if suddenly awake:

Run away...!

After speaking, Pan Shi didn't even bother to pick up his own mace, so he turned his head and ran away.

joke!

At least the oak guards with silver strength, ten he is not an opponent!

Even if the chief priest in the tribe comes, I am afraid that it will be a food delivery!

A group of half-orc mercenaries had been stunned for a long time. They opened their mouths, and then turned their heads in unison, like scattered birds and beasts, and began to flee with all their might...

At this moment, they have already left the hunting thing behind, and there is only one thought in their minds, that is to escape...

The fleeing rock, the more he thinks about it, the more confused he becomes, the more he thinks about it, the more fearful he becomes...

Why are there still oak guards?

That His Majesty has obviously fallen, this is a well-known thing in the Seggs Continent!

Without the blessing of the true God, how could there be an oak guard? !

Do not……

Is it...

Suddenly, an incredible thought emerged from the bottom of his heart, and for some reason, the majestic and vicissitudes of the World Tree appeared in his mind...

No... no way...

At this moment, Rock felt that his throat was dry and his body was cold.

escape!

Run away! Escape back to the Horde!

This matter must be reported to the priest!

If it really is what he thinks, then the Orc tribe will be in danger!

...

Basaka was furious.

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

To be able to dedicate himself to the great crown, Oaks guard Barsaka 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 orcs!

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

Not only that, when he heard that the evil orc dared to desecrate the great Mother of Nature, Basaka's last reason collapsed instantly.

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

Cut him!

As if the last shackles had been untied, the Oak Guard was completely furious.

Roar

A deafening roar shook the countless birds in the forest.

Blagues, die!

The huge magic power mixed with the slightest divine breath scattered around the oak guard. His body, which was originally 30 meters high, turned out to be huge again. I saw Basaka with red eyes, and instantly waved his arms composed of branches. A growl:

War Sacrifice!

The chorus of chants sounded, and his arms suddenly turned into rapidly growing branches and vines, chasing after countless fleeing orcs like flying ropes...

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

What is this? Let me go! Let me go!

Help! Lord Rock, help!

Monster! It's a monster! He's absorbing my life force... ah...

Ah...my legs! My legs!

...

Hearing the countless miserable howls coming from behind, the skin of the rock went numb.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came to my mind.

With a thud in the heart of the rock, he quickly hid to the side subconsciously, only to see a thick vine shoot through the place he just passed, making him stunned.

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

He gritted his teeth, took out the machete around his waist and slashed at the vines.

With the sound of clanging, the scimitar in his hand was broken in two, but the vine was unscathed.

In the stunned and shocked eyes of the rock, the vine jumped up and tied him to death.

With the binding, a terrifying attraction appeared on the vines. In the terrified eyes of the rock, he saw that his originally strong body was shrinking, the strength of the body was also weakening, the vitality was rapidly lost, and he was old in just a few seconds. stand up……

War Sacrifice...

His voice was old and dry, with boundless terror.

Priest of War, Druid's mid-level ability.

The user can turn into vines, absorb the life force of the target and use it for their own use, and sacrifice part of the obtained power to the Mother of Nature.

At the end of his consciousness, Rock finally remembered this terrifying skill that belongs to the Furious Druid...

In the blink of an eye, the half-orc hunting party of more than 20 people was wiped out.

This series of turns happened in less than ten seconds.

Alice, who was slumped on the ground, was stunned.

Oak Guard... War Sacrifice...

The elf girl muttered as she watched the orcs turn to ashes in the blink of an eye under the vines guarded by the oak tree.

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

Alice suddenly raised her head, with seven points of surprise and three points of apprehension, she looked in the direction of the World Tree with some daze, anticipation, and some trepidation:

Lord Mother Goddess, is it... you?

A breeze blows...

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

The light with gentle power, as if under some kind of order, rushed into the bodies of Alice and Samir.

The elf girl's injuries caused by forcibly detonating the source recovered in an instant, and the old elf Samir's broken body also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her consciousness slowly recovered...

Everything is like a miracle.

The old priest stood up tremblingly. He looked at the majestic oak guard in disbelief, and looked at the injuries on his body in disbelief. After realizing what happened, he sat down on the ground again.

His lips were waxy, and his expression was expectant and a little uneasy, as if he wanted to believe in something, and at the same time as if he was afraid that what he was experiencing was a dream of nothingness...

This...is this true?

Can you believe it yourself?

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

My name is Eve Uktrahir.

The two were shocked.

They looked at each other, and both saw fear and disbelief in each other's eyes, but it soon turned into boundless surprise...

It's the Mother Goddess!

Truly the Mother Goddess!

he,

came back……

For a moment, Alice felt as if all the strength in her body was being drawn away, her body swayed, she couldn't help falling to the ground, and burst into tears.

The voice entered his ears, Samir opened his mouth slightly, his deep wrinkles trembled uncontrollably, and turbid tears fell like beads.

Samir, who used to be the elder of the tribe, is crying like a child at this moment...

Mother...Mother God...is that you? Is it you!

Lord Mother God...are you back?

Did you... come back?!

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