I created the world

The number of people in the live broadcast room quickly decreased, and by the afternoon of the second day of the second test, there were only a few thousand people.

At this time, 200 years have passed in the Western Fantasy World, but the number of elves has just exceeded 1.

Che Wenwen is also very helpless about this situation. As more and more elves are born, the life energy contained in her sacred tree rapidly decays.

At this time, new elves can no longer be bred, and the elves can only rely on the elves to reproduce.

However, as a long-lived race, elves have a lifespan of up to a thousand years, and their fertility is appallingly low.

An elf couple has only one chance to give birth to a child in most of their lives.

At the same time, the troubles of the elves also came.

In Dal Forest, not only one race was born, but also two races of trolls and goblins created by other players.

There was no conflict between these two races and the elves when they were first born. After all, they were all players. The two ancestors who were the neighbors, the troll and the goblin, often came to visit the door to see the beautiful young lady of the elves.

But trolls and goblins look ugly and have fierce faces, while elves have an incomparable obsession with beauty, so naturally they don't like to see them, and even hate these two species.

Every time I come to be despised, even in the game, this feeling is uncomfortable, so the ancestors of these two races stopped coming.

However, as the numbers of the three races began to swell, and the resources of the Dal Forest were limited, the three races inevitably had friction.

At the beginning, the ancestors of the two races, the troll and the goblin, could still restrain their respective clansmen, but their lifespan was not long, only about a hundred years old.

After they died of old age, the newly succeeded trolls and goblins unleashed all the previously suppressed anger.

Small frictions gradually turned into major conflicts, and then there was a full-scale war, and it was the trolls and goblins who joined forces to deal with the elves.

But the elves are born to be the kings of the forest. Their figures are nimble and light, and they are extremely adaptable to the environment in the forest. Even if the other two races unite, they are no match for the elves.

The number of casualties on both sides is getting bigger and bigger, and the hatred is getting deeper and deeper.

What made the elves even more furious was that the trolls also ate the elves, which made them sworn enemies all of a sudden.

The war was always in favor of the elves at the beginning, but as time went by, the disadvantages of the elves' low fertility were exposed.

There are far fewer elves who died than elves who were born, which caused the number of elves and human races to decrease year by year.

In contrast, trolls and goblins have very strong reproductive capabilities, especially goblins, who can even have three or four children in one more birth, and their adult cycle is shorter than that of elves.

Under the ebb and flow, the elves slowly fell into a state of passive defense.

In the latest attack, the trolls and goblins united and killed all the way to the holy tree of the elves.

The troll priest hit the sacred tree with voodoo, causing Che Wenwen to fall into a poisoned state.

[Author's digression]: Let's post another chapter, if it breaks [-] votes today, we'll add another one.In addition, in fact, this female player is called Che Wenwen. I forgot to revise the previous chapter. The following chapters are all Che Wenwen. It is easier to change the previous chapter. Anyway, it’s the same thing, as long as everyone understands o(╯□╰) o

Chapter 45 Enchantment

Although the angry elves repelled the attacking trolls and goblins, the sacred tree began to wither day by day, and its vitality declined rapidly.

Panic spread among the entire elf family, because the condition of the sacred tree was getting worse day by day.

Its green leaves all over the tree began to turn yellow little by little, and several wounds were broken on the trunk, and black juice began to flow out.

This sacred tree of life that gave birth to countless elves and entrusted the beliefs and inheritance of the elves has entered into decline.

The Elf Council tried every means, looking for antidote elixir, scraping off the black juice, and even tested the poison on their own, trying to find a way to detoxify, but none of them worked.

Instead, the elves prostrate themselves in front of the altar and pray to the gods every day, praying for the gods to save their mothers.

But to the horror of the elves, the condition of the Tree of Life has not improved, but worsened.

Every elf can sense that it is gradually dying!

As a graduate student in botany, Che Wenwen didn't do nothing. She thought of many ways, and the audience in the live broadcast room also helped her find many detoxification methods on the Internet for the elves to implement, but none of them played a role in the slightest.

Che Wenwen was very depressed. If her vitality was strong, she would not be afraid of voodoo at all, but because of the continuous birth of elves, her vitality was exhausted, and she could no longer resist the toxin.

Or maybe she can take these voodoo into reality and use experimental equipment to analyze them, and she will surely come up with a solution, but now she can only stare at the spot and watch herself die day by day.

The elves became more and more uneasy, because they couldn't imagine losing the Sacred Tree of Life, which would make all the elves lose their spiritual sustenance.

And at this moment, Chen Luo appeared.

"Are you the God of Creation?"

Che Wenwen sent out a mental wave through her thoughts.

Although she was an interrogative sentence, the terrifying coercion emanating from Chen Luo made her soul tremble, and she was sure almost instantly that the existence in front of her could only be the God of Creation, otherwise she would not be able to imagine any creature with Such a terrible momentum,

Chen Luo could naturally accept this idea, and he said calmly, "Although you created elves by accident, they have great potential and have contributed to the enrichment of species in this world. As a reward, I will give You have two choices, one is to cure your voodoo, and let you have a lifespan of at least 3000 years. The second choice is to give elves abilities so that they can better adapt to the development of this world."

Che Wenwen couldn't help but be overjoyed, the voodoo that had troubled her for so long was finally resolved.

But she was quickly stunned, because the second option Chen Luo offered made her quite moved.

Che Wenwen began to weigh gains and losses. Even if Chen Luo saved her life, the elves would face pressure from trolls and goblins. They would fight to the last man to protect their immobile self.

This is unacceptable to Che Wenwen, she would rather die herself than see elves who are regarded as children die in front of her eyes one by one.

Anyway, this is just a game, even if it has a lifespan of 3000 years, in the end it can only be rooted in place, unable to move.

It's better to choose the second one, let the elves grow stronger, and when the public beta is released, she can enter the game and join the elves again.

"Great Creator God, I choose the second one."

Chen Luo was a little surprised by Che Wenwen's choice, but quickly figured out what she was thinking.

Che Wenwen realized that she had become an obstacle to the development of the elves, so she chose to sacrifice herself.

Although it was just a game and she had no loss if she died, Che Wenwen made this decision without much thought, which shows that she is a very kind girl.

"Great God of Creation, can you please help repel those trolls and goblins?"

Chen Luo's eyes spanned several thousand meters and came to the border of the elves' territory.

The densely packed trolls and goblins below rushed towards the elves with all kinds of crude weapons.

For every elf that falls, at least ten trolls and goblins fall, and the blood on the ground has converged into small streams.

With a thought of Chen Luo, a cyan transparent barrier was silently formed in the sky, covering the entire territory of the elves.

All the trolls and goblins that hit it were automatically cut in two, and only the elves could enter and exit freely inside and outside the transparent shield.

This scene stunned all the races present, not knowing what happened.