Game of the World Tree

Chapter 530 I can't sit still anymore...

trouble.

After knowing the movements of the elves, Bazin and the high priest understood that it was really troublesome this time.

"That's it... This is their real purpose. They want to build a teleportation circle nearby!"

Bazin said gloomily.

There was deep fear in his eyes.

Bazin has figured it out.

Either attack the surrounding orc tribes or spread rumors...

These kinds of practices are probably all done by the elves in order to weaken the faith of the Father God!

The fundamental purpose of the elves, I am afraid, is to establish a teleportation circle!

These strange elves are blessed by the god of death, and each of them can be resurrected after death.

This matter is no longer a secret among the Orcs...

In the underground world war, the elves used the teleportation circle, combined with their powerful resurrection ability, to appear on the battlefield again and again, and finally defeated the undead army of the Dark Alliance...

Obviously, this time they are afraid to do it again.

Of course, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws and laws of the world.

In Bazin's view, this resurrection of elves must have certain limits or limitations, and there must be a price.

Although he doesn't know what the price of the resurrection of the elves will be, it must exist!

It's just that things have priorities.

In such a war, compared to the elves' strange and terrifying resurrection ability, the price is actually not important.

Resurrection...is what these elves are most afraid of!

As long as the teleportation circle is established, I am afraid that these guys will be invincible, and the original advantages of the orcs will also be directly lost...

Bazin clenched his fists, and he remembered the order in the oracle that the chief priest had told his father.

The main content is that the half-orc army must resist the attack of the elves, protect the sandstorm city where the "World Tree Divine Kingdom" has appeared, and finally force the existence behind the elves to take action...

As for the existence behind the elf, the oracle did not specify it, but Bazin and the chief high priest had long been tacit.

Who else can be an existence that can be valued by the true God?

There must be a myth hidden behind it.

This... is actually a plot against the so-called Goddess of Life in the Forest of Spirits!

However, the core of this conspiracy is that the Orcs are powerful and can rely on the defense of Sandstorm City to resist the siege of the elves, but if they can't resist... then everything will be in vain.

"It can't go on like this... If the elves really build a teleportation circle, then even if they use human lives, I am afraid they can tear a gap in Sandstorm City!"

Bazin said with a serious expression.

There is no doubt that once the elves have successfully established a teleportation array, they will definitely launch a formal attack.

At that time, the orcs had no way to put pressure on the elves with the ability to teleport as required by the oracle!

Not to mention, with the passage of time, the rumors spread more and more in Sandstorm City, and some of them are even more difficult to deny.

If it continues... even if the elves don't attack, the interior of Sandstorm City will probably be unstable.

An army of 300,000 can be a proud force of Bazin.

But if the heart of the army fluctuates, this powerful force may also have a terrible backlash...

Under the double pressure, if Sandstorm City runs out of the stored power of faith, there is a real possibility that it will be broken by the elves!

Thinking of this, Bazin looked at the chief priest beside him, and said with a firm expression:

"High priest, it's not that I don't want to follow the oracles of the Father, but now we really can't wait any longer."

And this time, the high priest did not deny it.

He fell silent.

His eyes stopped for a while in the elf camp outside the city, and the chief priest sighed and said solemnly:

"I will go to the temple now, pray to God the Father, and report this."

This plan involves the battle of the mythical level.

Many decisions are not what they want to make, and they can be directly ordered to do it.

After speaking, the high priest bowed to Bazin, the oracle king, and hurriedly left the Sandstorm Tower and headed for the temple in the city.

Seeing the back of the high priest leaving, Bazin also breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, his eyes moved to the elf camp that looked more and more like a fort in the distance again, and he clenched his fists slightly:

"How did these elves... appear in the forest of elves?"

...

The chief high priest left the Sandstorm Tower and headed straight for the temple surrounded by soldiers.

Walking on the street, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere in Sandstorm City was more subtle than in previous days.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, but there were several times more soldiers on patrol.

When they saw the high priest, they all stopped and bowed their heads.

But the high priest noticed that compared to the respectful manner in the past few days, many residents and soldiers now have a little more emotion when they salute.

Or rather... resentment.

Seeing this situation, the Chief High Priest's expression became even gloomier.

"These goddamn elves!"

he cursed secretly.

Speeding up the pace, the high priest soon came to the temple.

The temple of Sandstorm City is also a remnant of the dwarven era. It is said that it was once the church of Dolft, the god of dwarves and forging.

It's just that the dwarves who once lived here gave up their original beliefs at the same time as Sandstorm City, and finally they were cheap for the Orcs.

Entering the temple, the high priest quickly came to the statue of Urel, the god of winter and hunting.

Afterwards, he fell to the ground and prayed sincerely:

"Praise the cold winter, praise the hunting, praise the great Father God!"

His slightly old voice echoed in the rough temple, and as he knelt down, a silver brilliance suddenly bloomed on the statue, gradually wrapping the high priest...

At the same time, the high priest also raised his spirit, slowly told what happened recently in Sandstorm City, and asked to fight.

After reporting the latest situation, he quickly lowered his head and waited for the new oracle of the True God.

The silver radiance continued to hang over the temple.

However, unlike before, the high priest found that his prayer this time did not receive an immediate response from God the Father.

And it wasn't until he knelt down in the temple for more than ten minutes that a majestic and vicissitudes voice sounded in his mind:

"allow."

Hearing the true God's response, the high priest breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up, then bowed to the god again, and drew a bow on his chest:

"Praise the cold winter, praise the hunting, praise the great Father God!"

...

In the empty space.

Bitter Winter and Uller, the god of hunting, cut off communication with the world of Saiggs, and looked at the head of the round table.

His expression was slightly gloomy:

"Your Majesty Holder, I have finished conveying the oracle."

On the first seat, Holder, the god of darkness and shadow, who was as kind as an old man in sixties, nodded slowly.

Then, he looked at the other two mythical beings in different dimensions:

"Your Majesty Alyssa, Your Majesty Lulia, are you sure you can sense his breath?"

The fallen angel Luria nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"It can't be wrong, he's already here."

The Queen of Pain, Alyssa, also smiled charmingly:

"The concubine also sensed it. The elf's side did have his breath, and it was very pure... exactly the same as when he was in the underground world, no... even purer than when he was in the underground world, although he was covering it up."

After listening to Alyssa's words, Holder nodded slightly:

"I trust your judgment, Your Majesty Alyssa."

The Queen of Pain, Alyssa, has the priesthood of [Spying]. Although his divine power is only a weak level, Holder still quite trusts his judgment.

"It seems that He really came, but I didn't expect that His sanity was still quite clear... He waited patiently until now, and... he was vigilant enough."

Holder sighed.

After speaking, he looked at Urel again:

"Your Majesty Uller, it's up to you whether you can force him to show up."

Uller's eyes flickered slightly, and said:

"Your Majesty Holder, you should know... how important the power gathered in Sandstorm City is to me."

"Don't worry, He has only one person, and he can't escape. Your efforts will be rewarded."

...

South of Sandstorm City, in a small orc tribe.

The sound of swords, shouting and killing, accompanied by roars and screams, was in chaos.

The sand on the ground was broken open, and human-sized crypt spiders were burrowing out of it, and behind them were elves wielding weapons and screaming.

The whole tribe is in a mess.

The battle is already drawing to a close, and the resistance of the orcs is getting weaker and weaker.

The captives who surrendered have been gathered, and they are surrounded by fear.

And the elves also began to loot excitedly, carrying various spoils of war in the tribe, even some scraps of copper and iron were not left behind...

In the center of the tribe, a majestic black dragon is greedily scavenging for the gems collected by the orc tribe, and at the same time, it keeps roaring at the surrounding elves:

"Go on! You greedy fellows! These gems belong to Merrell! They belong to Merrell! If you need to search for something, go elsewhere!"

The whole scene was like a robbery by bandits.

Xiao Xianmiao stood not far away and watched everything that happened. She covered her face, shook her head and sighed:

"Really... Every time I break the city, I feel that I have brought a large group of robbers... I feel that we are the villains. This style of painting is simply unbearable to look at."

"Damn, murder and set fire to the golden belt!"

On the other side, Hulu laughed loudly.

And just when he was laughing, a crypt spider twisted its huge butt and swayed past the middle of the two.

It also had a piece of obsidian found in the orc tent in its mouth, gnawing on it.

Seeing the crypt spider, Gourd's expression changed and he quickly hid.

It wasn't until the crypt spider was gone that he breathed a sigh of relief and appeared cautiously, like a thief...

Xiao Xian Meow: …

She glanced at each other speechlessly and said:

"Hulu why are you hiding? Every time I see a crypt spider, it's like a mouse seeing a cat..."

Hulu smiled bitterly:

"Boss meow, don't say it's me, even if the captain sees the crypt spider, he has to walk around, otherwise, he will be surrounded by a group of spiders and beat up in a while."

Xiao Xian Meow: …

"Encircle... Surround yourself and beat?"

She looked weird.

"Cough cough... It's a long story. Didn't we inspire the mission of the Queen of Crypt Spiders at the earliest time? We did it a little too far at that time, and Rose hated it, and now I don't forgive us."

Gourd touched the back of his head and smiled helplessly.

Xiao Xian Meow: …

"What the hell did you do?"

she asked curiously.

"Ahem, I used some of the captain's homemade gunpowder to blow up her lair and scorched a little of her outer armor. Didn't she get promoted at that time? We succeeded by accident... Cough, later We didn't know until she transformed, and it seemed like it happened to be her butt."

Hulu said embarrassedly.

"Pfft...hahahaha..."

Xiao Xianmiao couldn't help laughing out loud, then shook her head:

"No wonder... I said why you guys haven't used the crypt spider mounts all the time. It turned out to be blacklisted."

"Unfortunately, although the crypt spider is not strong during the day, it is afraid of Holy Light spells, but its speed and carrying capacity are quite good..."

After listening to Xiao Xianmiao's words, Hulu shook his head:

"Hey... Don't say it, we still have a negative relationship with Rose... This life can't be saved, this spider girl is too vengeful."

And as soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed again, and he quickly grabbed his weapon and fled as if flying.

Seeing this, Xiao Xianmiao was slightly taken aback.

She didn't know why the other party ran so fast until another group of medium-sized crypt spiders passed by under the leadership of a large crypt spider...

"It's also miserable."

She shook her head.

Looking around, Xiao Xianmiao looked at a black dragon who was holding a pile of gems and giggled, and shouted:

"Meriel! Stop laughing, you have a lot of promise! You are a noble dragon! By the way... Did you see the eldest sister's head?"

Merrell put away the gems and shook his head:

"did not see it."

"But...the idols should be dealt with in the west, right? There seems to be the main tent of the orcs..."

After listening to it, Xiao Xianmiao nodded and made an "OK" gesture:

"Good!"

After that, she grabbed the golden staff and ran to the west.

...

After the cadence of prayer ended, Eve gently opened her eyes.