Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 314 - 297 Let’s Sneak In Together!

"Wow, Demacia, you’ve already hooked up with the Despair Church? You’ve only been in the city for a few days!"

When the players saw what Demacia had posted in the chat group, they all went wild.

"Hehehe! I bumped into some missionaries at the tavern and just blended in."

Demacia replied triumphantly.

"How about it? This is the clue for the second quest! Am I generous or what? I got the info and shared it with everyone. Let’s meet here at midnight and sneak in together!"

Demacia took a snapshot of the note he got from the missionary old man and posted it in the group.

"Alright, alright, Demacia. Because you shared this info, we’ll let what happened a few days ago slide."

"Agreed, but... you still owe us a barbecue."

"Come on... you’re still hung up on that barbecue? No one got anything out of that last time. Does the barbecue even count?"

Demacia’s face turned green.

"How can it not count? Who ended up with a Space Ring last time?"

Demacia: ...

"Fine, fine, it’s just a barbecue, right? Once we’ve had enough fun here in Fengye City, I’ll treat you when we get back."

Demacia sighed.

But soon, he typed curiously:

"What are you guys busy doing in the city?"

This time, the players hadn’t teamed up; most were either solo or in small teams.

And since Li Mu had been picked by Selena to go together to the Hand of Oak, Demacia was left on his own.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dragged a few Dwarves developing in Black Rock City to head to Fengye City.

"I’m wandering around the city, seeing if there are any quests to take on, but... after half a day, there doesn’t seem to be any NPCs issuing quests. There are plenty of shops hiring though, similar to the Dwarves in Black Rock City, but without quest indicators. However... they’re only offering copper coins as rewards, which have poor purchasing power, so it’s a complete waste of time." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"I’ve noticed too; the NPCs here are similar to the Dwarves in Black Rock City. They don’t seem to be quest NPCs."

"I think so. I heard from an Elf NPC that only the followers of the Goddess can be quest NPCs. I figure the officials set it up this way to tie us to the faction."

"No changing factions, huh? That’s a bit of a pity... I was actually thinking of trying out another True God’s faction..."

"So, you’re a traitor! Thinking of abandoning the Goddess, huh! You deserve to die!"

"Deserve to die +1"

"Deserve to die +2"

"... You guys are a bunch of waifu lovers! I was just joking, don’t get all worked up!"

The chat group was bustling.

Of course, there were also those bold enough to return to the scene of the crime...

"I’m in the black market buying things. This time, I brought a piece of legendary equipment and I’m determined to trade it for a Space Ring!"

A player replied in the chat group.

However, he quickly received a snarky comment:

"Holy crap! Aren’t you afraid of being discovered and getting torn to pieces?"

"What’s to be afraid of? I took a ton of pictures last time. This time, I changed my outfit, guaranteed they won’t recognize me! But speaking of it... the NPC memory effects are so strong... now they don’t let you touch anything privately when you enter the shops."

"Hahaha! They must’ve been scared from the last time we tricked them, huh? But... we still don’t know where that bound equipment went."

"Maybe it’s a bug. Anyway, they refunded the bound contribution points and even gave compensation, ended up gaining a few hundred points of contribution back, haha..."

"Such a pity, with so much equipment, but if I could trade the bound gear for a ring this time, it would be worth it."

"Hehehe, I’m checking it out now, this shop has a few Space Rings. Anyone interested should hurry over."

"Holy crap! Where is it, tell me fast!"

The chat group messages kept refreshing.

Watching these old pals rack their brains for a Space Ring, and then glancing at the small and exquisite ring exchanged with Little Xian Miao on his finger, Demacia sighed calmly.

He kissed his Space Ring and proudly said, "Being invincible... is so lonely."

"..."

"Scram!"

Looking at all the "scram"s on the screen, Demacia chuckled hehehe.

But soon, his smile faded.

Because on the screen, the players began a collective spam:

"Demacia, did you draw a legendary today?"

"Demacia, did you draw a legendary today?"

"..."

Demacia: ...

"Scram!"

He typed a big exclamation mark, suddenly feeling that the Space Ring in his hand... somehow lost its charm.

...

As night gradually fell, the bustling Fengye City also sank into darkness.

Lights flickered on in the houses, making the whole city look shadowy.

However, as the evening deepened, the lights went out one by one, and by the time it was close to midnight, even the most prosperous areas of the city were shrouded in darkness.

Fengye City was not like other big cities.

Although it was the most bustling city on the border, it was still far from the City of Eternal Night.

And after the whole city fell into slumber, shadowy figures appeared one by one on the streets.

Using the cover of night, they headed toward a certain direction in Fengye City, as if by agreement.

Southwest of Fengye City, was the city’s largest slum.

Compared to other places, it fell into darkness even earlier.

As the city’s most chaotic area, every household had already locked their doors hours ago.

In the corner of the slum.

There stood a cluster of crumbling ancient ruins, resembling a giant theater.

It was said that this was a remnant from when Fengye City was built, a structure belonging to the Elf civilization, and it was preserved because the lord of Fengye Territory, the border count from the first generation of the Cappadocia family, intentionally left it as a commemoration of his wartime achievements.

In the day, it was a sightseeing spot for curious tourists.

But at night, it became eerily terrifying, a Land of Darkness no one wished to approach.

At this moment, at the entrance of the ruins, stood two mysterious figures in hoods, quietly waiting for something.

Every now and then, someone would approach from a distance and pay respect to them.

They drew a strange symbol on their chests before entering the ruins.

In the center of the ruins, nearly a hundred hooded believers gathered, standing silently around the arena-like theater, each holding a candle that continued to burn.

In the center of the theater stood a high platform, with an elderly man in a hood and holding a cane.

It was the same old man who had been preaching in the tavern earlier that day.

Clad in black, he bore a sinister dragon-shaped emblem on his chest.

He held in his hands a cup glimmering with a ghostly light, watching the area below expectantly.