Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 236 - 230: The Footsteps of War

Chapter 236 -230: The Footsteps of War

The golden leaves flew with the chilly autumn wind, and even the ever-green Chosen City was tinged with a layer of orange.

Players busily traversed the city, carrying various goods and building materials, or were fully armed, frequently engaging in activities outdoors and in instances.

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Four days had passed since the opening of the new version of “Elf Kingdom.”

And in the Segis World, more than half a month had passed.

The arrival of the summer event and the news of the Half-Beast Army had imbued the entire Elf Forest with a sense of urgency…

The increasingly cold autumn wind also added a desolate touch to the forest.

The only thing unchanged was that thousand-meter tall World Tree, still full of vitality, vibrant green, emanating a sacred natural aura that infused life into the surrounding area, making it as warm as spring.

Nightingale carried a lunchbox, walking down the streets of Chosen City.

“Achoo—!”

A gust of cold wind blew past, causing her to sneeze involuntarily.

She sniffed her slightly reddened nose and tightened her slightly thin clothing.

Suddenly, a thick fur coat flew over and landed directly on her head.

Nightingale instinctively wrapped it around herself, then turned to see Bento and his battle squad.

“The cold is here, so wear more. This is a thank-you for the recent breakfast.”

Bento said, looking at the fur coat.

Nightingale paused slightly, feeling the soft, dense fur on the coat, a faint smile playing at the corner of her mouth…

However, she quickly came to her senses, lightly coughed twice, and asked, “Where did you get this?”

“From the mercenaries’ goods.”

Before Bento could answer, a nearby player, Hu Lu, interjected with a laugh.

Nightingale raised an eyebrow, glared at him, and took a closer look at Bento from head to toe…

This Chosen One, who was passionate about combat, was now fully armed, carrying large packs with his teammates.

Nightingale noticed that Bento’s equipment seemed to have changed again, with the armor on his torso and the shoes on his feet appearing more refined.

Moreover…his aura seemed faintly stronger.

“Are you going to fight the shadow monsters in the Underworld again?”

Nightingale asked curiously.

Bento nodded slightly.

Then, he waved to his team members and continued walking out of the city.

“What a battle maniac…”

Watching Bento’s departing figure, Nightingale shook her head.

She tightened the coat around her body a bit more, feeling significantly warmer…

…

Feilengcui, Natural Temple.

The Mengmeng Committee’s players carefully moved a gigantic, somewhat rudimentary hexagonal device…

“Be gentle! Move slowly! This is the closest-to-success defensive device we painstakingly made, be careful not to break it!”

Nearby, the Old Elf Blacksmith, Carlos Flame, holding a design blueprint, glared and commanded, blowing his mustache.

“Grandpa Carlos, the tools for the rune inscriptions are here!”

As the Old Elf directed the players in placing the device, a clear voice rang out.

Hearing this familiar voice, the Old Elf’s stern gaze softened a bit.

He turned around to see a female player with a large package entering the temple, his most prized Chosen One disciple – Meng Zhihan.

Carlos smiled gently, “Hmm… good, soon you’ll help others with the final rune inscription work, connecting the defense device with the statue of the Mother Goddess, just like I taught you. Rune inscription…it’s the most crucial step in crafting magic equipment.”

The player known as Meng Zhihan beamed with joy at his words but quickly hesitated, “But…I’m not very skilled at it yet.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you on the side.”

Carlos gave her an encouraging look, and amidst the envious glances of other players, gently patted her shoulder and kindly said, “Your foundational knowledge is already solid, and once you’re proficient in rune inscription, you can forge the most basic magic equipment.”

“Perhaps not the big ones yet, but making small pendants, or some apprentice-level or simple Black Iron Lower magic equipment, you’re already capable. In your terms, it’s at least blue rare-level equipment.”

Meng Zhihan’s eyes lit up at Carlos’ words.

She gave a sweet smile, put down her tools, and bowed to the Old Elf, “Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Carlos!”

Carlos’ expression softened even more, shaking his head, “Good child, it’s all because of your own hard work…Among so many Chosen Ones, you are the most diligent and earnest…I believe you can inherit my legacy and grow into a genuine Elf Forger Master!”

…

Black Dragon Castle, at the foot of the hill.

“Mairrel! You there! Be gentle! These walls can’t take your rough handling before they’re reinforced!”

Little Xian Miao puffed up her cheeks, watching the Little Black Dragon with a huge bundle of building materials disdainfully.

Mairrel’s dragon face drooped as it put down the building materials from its mouth, grumbling in a muffled voice, “Honestly…speaking for Mairrel, what’s the point of this wall? This flimsy mud-like thing can be taken care of with one breath of dragon fire!”

“That’s because the defensive core hasn’t been installed yet! Know what a defensive core is? Like the ones in Black Rock City! Able to repel tens of thousands of shadow monsters!”

Little Xian Miao shook her head, crossing her arms in front of her chest, speaking earnestly, “Once the defensive core is in place, coupled with the Goddess’s power, not even you could break through immediately, and it’s not designed to defend against big guys like you, but against the Half-Beasts.”

“Hah! Those stupid and weak Half-Beasts, Mairrel can easily take them down!”

The Little Black Dragon lifted its head proudly.

“Is that so?”

Little Xian Miao glanced at it, “I heard from Sister Alice that this time the enemy might include legendary ones.”

Mairrel paused at her words.

After that, Little Xian Miao lightly leaped onto Mairrel’s dragon head using the [Light Body Skill], then tapped Mairrel’s skull helmet with her magic wand, “If you don’t want your castle to become ruins under a Half-Beast siege, work properly! Once we defeat the Half-Beasts, I’ll treat you to ten wagonloads of honey-roasted meat!”

Mairrel’s eyes brightened at that.

However, it swallowed hard and quickly shook its head, “No! Twenty wagonloads!”

“Alright, twenty wagonloads it is!”

Little Xian Miao puffed out her chest, generous as ever.

Mairrel hesitated, drooling, “Or maybe…thirty wagonloads? Hehe, twenty might not be enough…”

“Scram!”

…

Elf Forest, outside the farms.

“Is it done now?”

Berserker patted his shiny bald head, looking at the series of translucent arch structures before him.

“Yes, thank you for your hard work, Lord Berserker.”

Gugu Bird nodded lightly at the sight of the otherworldly-style greenhouses.

“This thing…can really make plants grow like it’s spring in winter without magic?”

Gazing at the strange structures, Berserker clicked his tongue in wonder.

“Definitely.”

Gugu Bird nodded slightly, explaining, “To let plants grow in winter, the only issues are light and heat, and with materials that are good for light transmission and insulation, you can build such greenhouses. This is commonly used technology in our world.”

Saying this, Gugu Bird brushed the remaining translucent building materials nearby, “This crystal stone from the Underworld is a decent material once polished.”

Hearing this, Berserker gave Gugu Bird a surprised glance, then couldn’t resist exclaiming, “Miss Gugu Bird, your knowledge is vast. Among the Chosen Ones I’ve met, you are the most erudite, and the knowledge from your world is indeed fascinating.”

“I just read a few more books, that’s all, and it’s all basic science knowledge.”

Gugu Bird shook her head.

…

Dark Mountain Range.

The howling autumn wind obliterated the last trace of greenery, making the jet-black mountains even more shadowy and lifeless amidst the withering plants.

In the sky, layers of clouds gathered, rolling from south to north…

Beneath the clouds, within the mountains.

The vast expanse of Half-Beasts, like a slow-moving swarm of locusts in the sound of resounding horns, pressed forward relentlessly.

Towering and robust, dressed in somewhat crude gear, they clustered around ten immense beasts, each standing ten meters tall, resembling hippopotamuses with tusks, human ears, and lion tails.

These were the Half-Beast’s war beasts – Bimongs, said to carry a trace of Titan Giant bloodline, each having at least Silver Lower strength!

On each Bimong’s back were flags fluttering in the wind, each with different emblems; some representing the Half-Beast Royal Court, others various Half-Beast Tribes…

The leading flag bore an archer’s emblem, belonging to the God of Winter and Hunting – Uller.

Lionheart King Imsh and the Half-Beast Chief Priest sat atop the largest Bimong, looking at the distant mountains with icy expressions.

“Once we cross the next few peaks, we’ll be out of the Dark Mountain Range.”

said the Chief Priest.

Lionheart King Imsh chuckled grimly, “I love autumn, and love winter even more. Now… I can hardly wait to hear the cries and pleas of elves.”

“Do not underestimate them.”

The Chief Priest’s expression was grave, “The Elves have a True God backing them, supported by the Death God. Though their powers have weakened, we must remain cautious. This time, it’s crucial to annihilate every Elf in the Elf Forest!”

“Exterminate them? No captives? Elf slaves fetch a good price.”

Lionheart King Imsh was taken aback.

“None shall be spared.”

The Chief Priest shook her head, “The one who has stolen the divine domains of nature and life has also stolen the faith of Elves. If we fail to completely annihilate those Elves, she might utilize faith to fully control the laws of nature and life! By eradicating the Elves, the newly-risen True God would lose her source of faith, inevitably nearing slumber!”

“Can Elves really change their faith?!”

Lionheart King’s surprise was palpable.

“Any race…when on the brink of extinction, will change.”

The Chief Priest sighed.

After speaking, her expression turned fervent and devout, “The Father God has decreed a divine oracle; this time…we must erase the Elf Clan in the Elf Forest, severing their revival at the root!”

“Once the faith war is thoroughly won, and the Evil God is weakened, tumbling from her divine seat, the Father God can personally intervene…descending an avatar to slay the Evil God! Reclaim the power rightfully hers!”