Game of the World Tree

Chapter 96: Annihilation

The black dragon fell to the ground.

The brilliance of the divine power slowly disappeared, and everything returned to its original state, as if the miracle just now was just an illusion.

At the same time, all players received a new system message again.

[Ding——!]

[A total of 181 elves of the Flame Clan have been successfully rescued. The elves can be escorted to Florence to complete the task. Rewards will be distributed according to the contribution to the task and the number of elves successfully rescued.]

[Ding—!]

[Triggered the side quest: Transporting the captured black dragon to the elven town]

[Reward: 50 Contribution Points]

"Capture the black dragon?"

Their eyes lit up, and they all looked at Myrell who fell to the ground and was entangled in the rope of divine power.

Looking at the curious gazes cast by the elves, Myrell almost died of shame and indignation.

It wanted to open its mouth to speak, but under the winding of the rope, it could not make a sound, and could only "whine" and swallow.

"The goddess is so powerful! She caught the black dragon!”

"After all, it's a true God!"

While sighing, the players came to Myrell's side excitedly.

They didn't care about Myrell's sad and indignant gaze, but while boldly and curiously touching its scales, they excitedly took screenshots around it.

"This black dragon is so cool!"

"Its scales are so hard!"

"Group photo!"

"Wait... Let me pose!”

Myrell: “…..”

Players also said some remarks from time to time that made Myrell quite frightened.

"I don't know if its scales can be used as a shield, it feels so strong..."

"I remember the fantasy story that if you drink the blood of a dragon, you will gain great power! I wonder if its blood is useful? “

"That said... Is there a way to tame it as a mount? Dragon Knight... It's dreamy to think about!”

Myrell: “…”

It let out a low whimper while looking at these hateful bastards with sorrow and indignation...

They really are a cruel intelligent race!

They’re so evil!

These long ears are so evil!

Not only do you want his scales, but you also want to drink his blood, and you want the great Myrell to be a mount!

Is Myrell's dragon birth coming to an end here?

Myrell has not yet become the greatest dragon, Myrell is unwilling!

What does the future hold for Myrell?

While thinking about it, crystal tears welled up in the corners of its eyes.

"Wow! Actually crying?”

"This black gentleman is also too small, right?"

Myrell: “…”

Myrell didn’t look over and closed its eyes.

He huffed and started to play dead.

The elves of the Flame Clan fell into grief after cheering.

This time, even with the breakthrough, dozens of old elves still died in battle.

The remaining clansmen grieved and gathered the bodies of the dead in battle, ready to be cremated with magical flames.

This is the Elven Forest.

In the elven tradition, after the cremation of the dead body, the ashes scattered in the Elven Forest would return to the roots, and the soul would go to the heavenly kingdom of the mother god...

However, when collecting the corpses, the elves were stunned to find that the young people who had died in battle were all gone...

Not only that, but to their surprise, the surviving young clansmen did not seem to be at all saddened by the loss of their companions.

Instead, they seem excited.

Even if there were many grieving faces, It felt a bit contradictory.

They seem to be suppressing their real emotions...

The people of the Flame Clan felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't say it.

Before they could ask anything, the players joined them as well, mourning the dead elves with grief on their faces and making them swallow the words in their throats.

After Al recovers, he plans to hunt down the fleeing orcs again.

Although these half-orcs had fled away when the power of the mother god came just now, Al was still not at ease.

However, when he was about to leave, the voice of the mother goddess sounded in his heart:

"No need to chase."

Al stopped moving.

However, since the mother goddess said that there was no need to chase, he gave up chasing and killing.

Subsequently, he assisted the Flame Clan to collect the remains of the clansmen, and pulled the loot under the crowd of players. The black dragon Myrell, who pretended to be dead, began to return...

......

The edge of the forest.

The half-orc priest, accompanied by the escort, fled in a hurry...

This time to organise an ambush, the cave tribe sent a total of more than three hundred half-orc warriors, all of whom were young and strong!

However, after those crazy elves and the thin silver swordsman appeared, the half-orcs died in dismay...

Now there are only more than a hundred people left.

Not only that, but what made the half-orc priest even more frightened was that Lord Black Dragon Myrell had not returned!

Although there were no pursuers behind them, this discovery made him even more terrifying.

"Leaves of the World Tre… The power of the leaf shouldn’t control Lord Myrell for so long... Are there more terrible enemies?”

"Just now I seemed to feel fluctuations similar to divine power... Although I did not perceive a specific breath, this violent fluctuation must be the power of a true god!”

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and the more terrified he felt.

The fleeing team suddenly stopped...

"What's going on?"

The half-orc priest's heart tightened. He looked ahead.

A tall figure appeared at the exit of the Elven Forest.

She was shrouded in a black robe, her long dark gray hair hanging down from her hood, while a pair of scarlet eyes quietly watched the team of half-orcs.

The expression was calm, like looking at a group of dead people.

The pupils of the half-orc priest shrank slightly.

Because...... He didn't perceive the existence of this person at all!

And this is either because the other party has a strong ability to conceal the aura, or the strength is far beyond his imagination!

He was about to say something, when a huge coercive pressure suddenly came from the other party's body.

For a while, all the half-orcs were shocked in their hearts, because this pressure was countless times stronger than the black dragon Myrell just now!

Advanced Professionals!

This is a high-level professional who has reached golden strength!

The half-orc priest shouted madly in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound in his mouth.

Then, this mysterious person suddenly raised his head, and a cold and dead divine power suddenly spread out around her.

All the half-orcs who came into contact with them froze, and then fell down one after another, losing their breath of life...

And sensing the breath of that divine power, the half-orc priest suddenly widened his eyes.

"Death... Die...... Death..."

Before he finished speaking, he also lost his breath.

Hundreds of half-orcs fell in such an unknown way.

Not a single person escaped.

The tall figure waved her hands again, and a vigorous divine power suddenly gushed out, swallowing all the remaining life force of the half-orcs in a blink of an eye.

Her appearance changed again, turning into Eve's appearance.

"After killing so many people in my territory, don't think about escaping."

She dropped a word, and her whole body turned into a brilliant light and slowly disappeared.