Game of the World Tree

The dazzling brilliance blooms and spreads all over the earth.

At this moment, the goddess in the sky is like a golden sun.

The brilliance of divine power shone down obliquely from the sky.

Brilliant.

The light seemed to carry a magical power, shining on the ground, slowly spreading from the center to the surrounding area...

Golden photons began to dance and spin on the Cliff of Sorrow.

In the ethereal hymn, the holy brilliance slowly swept away, swept away the vicissitudes of the undead army, swept away the ugly frost elves, swept away the high-spirited mission players, swept away the evil abyss creatures...

All the demons and monsters that were photographed twitched in pain.

Under the excited eyes of the elves and the regretful eyes of the players, the abyss creatures stopped attacking, and black mist continued to rise from their bodies...

Gradually, the mist was gradually replaced by golden photons.

In a light sound, the demons and monsters exploded into golden fireworks after another...

Immediately afterwards, on the battlefield, the rout giant Kuroshio quickly dissipated from the center to the periphery.

One after another, fireworks bloomed on the battlefield, following the footsteps of the Holy Light.

That divine light keeps spreading, spreading...

More "fireworks" blooming in the black sea, blooming...

Soon, it spread to the whole land!

For a time, the whole world was submerged by the vast ocean of light!

Countless golden photons continue to rise and are beautiful.

Even the sky was illuminated as bright as day.

The frost elves stared blankly at this miraculous sight, and slowly put down the weapons that were still dripping with black and green blood in their hands.

Then, they suddenly felt a burst of warm power pouring into their bodies.

That is light.

Vibrant vitality erupted in every Frost Elf's body, and the soreness like ants nibbling came from all over the body.

They looked at each other's changing appearance, their eyes widened, and then they couldn't help touching their faces.

Those hideous sarcomas, those rotten pustules, those black plaques representing the pollution of the abyss, are fading away quickly!

White, delicate skin reappeared on their cheeks, and their sallow hair burst into color again.

The countless wounds on his body also slowly healed.

Even the arm lost in the battle, or the disability left many years ago, is recovering at this moment!

The power in the body is more and more full, and the breath of life is more and more thick...

Like a transformation, like a new life.

Gradually, the hideous figures disappeared completely.

Instead, there are tall and beautiful elves.

The long water blue hair fluttered behind them, and the ice blue eyes were strong and persistent.

However, at this moment, those strong eyes were gradually covered with tears.

Excited voices, mixed with happy crying, began to sound in the crowd:

"Gone...the curse is gone! The pollution is gone!"

"The power of the mother god... this is the power of the mother god!"

"He is back! He really is back!"

The frost elves turned around in unison and looked at the dazzling figure in the sky.

The light shines on the body, warm and soft.

It was like returning to the arms of a mother.

Their expressions became more pious and excited.

Tears filled my eyes, it was not sadness, not pain, but happiness and surprise.

They slowly knelt down and bowed to the figure in the sky.

Aurora looked surprised.

Looking at the clansmen returning to normal, his eyes were full of excitement.

But soon, he saw countless golden photons coming towards him.

At this moment, Aurora suddenly felt a fiery life force pouring into her body!

That divine power repaired his body, purifying the pollution on his body.

The hideous scales on his body actually began to fall off on their own, and the layers of sarcomas slowly disappeared.

In a short while, the holy body exuding a soft halo took on a new look.

Reaching out his hands, looking at the body refilled with pure divine power, and sensing the full power, Aurora opened her mouth and raised her head to look at the great figure in the sky.

The beautiful figure cast his gaze faintly, revealing a faint smile.

Seeing that gentle smile, Aurora felt that she was instantly filled with happiness and satisfaction.

At this moment, thousands of years of hard perseverance and lonely waiting seem to be all worth it...

At this moment, thousands of years of sorrow and pain have all vanished!

He bowed his head respectfully, and his soft voice was full of unprecedented excitement and sincerity:

"Your Majesty the Great and Merciful Mother..."

"Your faithful servant, Dawn Star Aurora, welcome your return!"

The frost elves also lowered their heads one after another, and their tidy and excited voices slowly sounded:

"Your Majesty the Great and Merciful Mother..."

"Welcome to your return!"

That voice, mighty, loud.

Echoes for a long time...

At this moment, the creaking sound of countless bones colliding slowly came from all over the battlefield.

The frost elves looked back and saw that the tattered skeletons and undead had also come to their side.

The undead army composed of these elves also stopped moving.

They mechanically raised their skeleton-like heads and looked at the stalwart figure in the sky.

The fire of the soul in the eye sockets, beating violently.

"Uria" looked at the sacred figure.

The former Yansha demigod, whose body was already in ruins, slowly put away the giant hand of the rotten abscess, and then knelt down on one knee.

He raised his almost rotten right hand and slowly placed it on his chest.

With his movements, the undead on the ground also threw away those broken weapons.

They also knelt down on one knee, facing the holy goddess in the sky...

No words.

No sound.

There is only the constant flickering fire of the soul, and the eyes of "Uria" that suddenly became a little smart.

"Mother...God...crown...down"

His voice was still rigid and mechanical.

But beneath that, there was a hint of relief.

"Mother...God...crown...down"

Countless mechanical sluggish voices came slowly, and the undead also recited the same voice.

The rotten giant hand slowly lifted, and "Uriah" drew a tree-shaped symbol on his chest with difficulty.

A stiff smile slowly appeared on his ugly face.

Then, the light gradually covered his body.

His huge body began to slowly disintegrate...

The gorgeous golden color slowly spread, and finally turned into swirling photons.

At this moment, "Uria" turned into light.

A vague figure slowly lifted into the sky, vaguely recognizable as a handsome male elf.

He is wearing an illusory battle armor, his eyes are clear and pure, with nostalgic and close eyes, looking at the goddess in the sky.

"Uria—!"

Aurora on the ground made a surprise call.

The illusory figure slowly turned back and looked at the beautiful demigod with excited eyes.

His lips moved, showing a relieved smile, as if to say something...

Then, the illusory body suddenly burned, bursting with dazzling brilliance.

Aurora trembled slightly and widened her eyes.

At this moment, He seems to understand something...

"Uria!"

He suddenly exclaimed, and stretched out his right hand to Uriah in the sky.

midair.

The illusory figure suddenly shattered.

Then...it turned into countless brilliant lights.

The splendid light soared into the sky and began to dance in the air, like a flying elf.

For a time, the entire sky was filled with swirling beams of light.

They are constantly flying, around the entire cliff of mourning, shuttle, dance.

Seems to be saying goodbye to something.

It seems to be commemorating something.

After circling round and round, they suddenly lifted into the sky and charged towards the ground like falling meteors!

The next moment, they poured into the bodies of countless undead spirits who were kneeling on the ground!

The fire of the souls of the undead suddenly brightened.

Their movements gradually became less rigid, but more flexible and natural.

At this moment, Uriah, the son of the earth, at the cost of completely sacrificing his own soul, filled the souls of all the dead souls of the sand elves on the battlefield!

They have regained their selves.

I saw the undead stretched out their hands one after another, and the flickering fire of the soul looked at the bone arm, and looked at the body that had already changed beyond recognition...

"I...what's the matter? I remember I...seem to be dead..."

A dazed voice resounded among the undead.

They looked around blankly, and saw the Frost Spirit and the player.

The fire of the soul flickered brighter, and the voice of joy resounded among the undead:

"The Companion of the Frost Race, I saw the Companion of the Frost Race!"

"This is... the Wind Tribe? No, and Shadow and Thunder! No! And Flames!"

"Everyone's here! Everyone's here!"

A soft glow shone down.

shine on them.

The undead of the rock sand tribe slowly raised their heads.

When they saw the sacred figure in the sky, the fire of the soul suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance, and the excited voice sounded:

"Your Majesty the Mother God..."

"It's the crown of the mother goddess!"

"Your Majesty is back! His Majesty is back!"

The sound of skeletal tremors was no longer mechanical, but full of sincerity and fanaticism.

Then, like the elves of the Frost Tribe, they all knelt down and said excitedly:

"Your Majesty the Great and Merciful Mother..."

"Welcome to your return!"

Looking at the undead skeletons who worshiped devoutly, the holy goddess in the sky opened her arms slightly.

"Go home, children."

"You have worked hard……"

In the consciousness of the undead, an ethereal voice sounded.

Hearing this voice, their bodies trembled slightly, and then slowly raised their heads.

A faint halo bloomed on them.

One after another illusory figures slowly rose from the bones...

That is the soul of an elves.

They are male and female, old and young.

There are priests in priestly robes, and there are hunters and warriors in leather armor.

The phantom souls are more and more, rising.

Gradually, the sky is filled.

They bowed down to the beautiful goddess with a respectful and pious attitude.

Then, these illusory figures turned into blue rays of light, circled up, rushed into the sky, and disappeared into the bright starry sky...

They have returned to the kingdom of the mother goddess.

Losing the support of the soul, the broken bones fell down like a machine that lost its power.

In the end, in a burst of light, it turned to ashes.

On the entire battlefield, only the frost elves who worshipped the goddess with tears in their eyes, and the players who were infected by the atmosphere, and under the control of some mysterious force majeure, also worshipped the goddess...

At the same time, a staircase composed of rays of light poured down, from the light gate in the sky to the top of the cliff.

That's the way home.

That is the road that the Frost Elves have been waiting for for thousands of years!

The Faith of the Frost Spirit is always loyal to the Mother Goddess.

The place where the radiance of the mother goddess shines is their home...

The shining rays of light formed the avenue to the sky, and the players who participated in the battle took action one after another and stood on both sides of the ladder.

Their backs were straight, like guards welcoming the return of the elves.

Standing on the top of the cliff, Cyborg wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He also stood in the player's team, on the side of the stairs.

Seeing the splendid staircase and the clansmen standing on both sides of the staircase, the frost elves burst into tears.

The demigod Aurora slowly got up, her clear eyes filled with tears.

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He took a deep breath and exclaimed:

"People, let's go home!"

"go home!"

The elves shouted excitedly.

Then, the frost elves took action again.

Hand in hand, they formed a long queue and marched towards the golden stairs at the top of the cliff!

I don't know who, sang the ballad of the elves again.

Soothing singing, floating among the cliffs:

"The sky is bright, and the night is about to disappear"

"The dawning light slowly awakens the sleeping creatures"

"Music sounded soothingly, melodious surging"

"Flowers bloom slowly, exuding a natural fragrance"

"Sunrise and Sunset"

"Every day begins with new hope"

"..."

It is still "Emerald Morning".

It's still the same familiar melody.

But this time, there is no grief, no sorrow.

Yes, there is only hope and joy...

The singing is vicissitudes, high, and loud.

In that moving song, the long line moved slowly and moved.

The frost elves held hands, shoulder to shoulder, and crossed the sky-high stairs.

In the end, he disappeared into the golden door of light...

It was not until the figure of the last frost elf entered the golden Arc de Triomphe that the light of the entire Cliff of Sorrow slowly dissipated.

And at this moment, Cyber ​​has burst into tears.

It's not sadness, it's moving.

But in the next moment, his emotion froze on his face.

I saw the players paused for a moment, and looked at the elf city below that had been turned into ruins.

They were silent for a few seconds, and then, like huskies running away, rushing towards the ruins full of equipment on the ground...

Cyber:  …

Seeing this scene, Eve, who was shrouded in holy light in the sky, twitched the corner of her mouth slightly.

He shook his head slightly and looked into the distance.

That was the direction the mythical dragons were chasing.

The brilliance flickered, and his figure disappeared above the sky.