Game of the World Tree

Chapter 79: Elven spirit

The half-orcs pried open their eyes with difficulty. They watched in horror as Al approached step by step wielding his scimitar; his face was pale and he was biting his lips.

It was at this point that they discovered that they had regained their ability to speak.

The half-orc nearest to Al quickly shouted:

"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer! We know we were in the wrong! We will leave the Elven Forest!"

Hesitation briefly came over Al.

But when he remembered all the trials and tribulations his race had suffered, his expression turned completely cold again.

"Too many times…" After saying that, he stood on tiptoe, swung his scimitar, and stabbed the half-orc in the chest.

"It's… too late now."

The moment the scimitar pierced his chest, the half-orc let out a wail of pain. Then, his entire body began to convulse and age rapidly, quickly turning into ashes ... War Sacrifice! After the Goddess bestowed the mark of nature on Al, this druid-exclusive skill had become his passive ability.

The remaining half-orcs saw what had happened to their fellow half-orc and changed expressions.

Blackstone looked at the young elf in front of him in disbelief, and powerful emotions surged in his heart.

"They have changed… they have changed …"

After killing the first half-orc, Al looked at his blood-stained hands, and his expression became more determined.

"If only war and bloodshed can save my race… then I shall take the lead!"

He turned and walked towards the next half-orc... crimson blood was splattered on his pale face. His messy silver hair and dark blue pupils made the boy look especially cold and resolute.

Holy sh$t, how handsome! it was like a completely different person! Demacia looked at Al's back and his mouth dropped in surprise.

This cool and handsome young boy was probably going to attract a wave of female fans! Demacia recalled that there were a lot of shotacon people on the forum!

He glanced at the few surviving female players and noticed that quite a few of them had glowing, starry eyes.

Demacia: "..."

"This is the era of handsome faces ..." He tilted his head 45 degrees to look up to the sky and shook his head sadly.

But very quickly, Demacia looked at Al with a trace of distress.

"F$ck, wait! My experience and contribution points!"

"Al! Leave some for me!"

He tried to rush to his feet and pick up his scimitar to join the 'fight', but was surprised to find that he could not move his body at all.

Demacia: "..."

"This damn plot cutscene!"

He cursed and sat down on his butt again.

The other players had noticed this as well.

They were also unable to move and had to watch on as Al killed the half-orcs, who were unable to resist, one by one.

Eve stood behind Al, watching his actions in silence.

The elves were too naive.

For the future of the race, the elves had to make some changes! In the world of Sagas, the confrontations between races of different faiths were always cruel and left no room for mercy.

If the elves were to rise once again despite the odds, Eve's support alone would not be enough. They too would have to shed blood and tears in order to forge the new spirit of a reborn race! The players could help them with this, and so could Al.

Eve hoped to bring about a change in mindset for the original elves, starting with Al.

Peace could not be a synonym for weakness, and mercy could not be a synonym for retreat! Brandish your swords and show your fangs even in the face of a ferocious enemy!

Seeing Al gradually walk towards him, Blackstone's pupils shrank.

His expression changed and he threatened in a harsh voice:

"Think this through. I am carrying a token of my God on my body. Not only that, I also used to be a guardian of the Holy Land. If you kill me, you will definitely attract the attention of Father God!"

Hearing his words, Al fell silent.

Relief washed over Blackstone as he saw the boy fall silent, and he continued:

"I will swear on my soul that, if I am released, I will keep your secrets. I will never again be an enemy of the elves, much less ... Her Majesty the true God ..." During his second sentence, he looked in Eve's direction and bowed his head slightly in a respectful and submissive gesture.

He didn't dare to look straight at this supreme being, but his words carried a plea.

Eve did not say anything.

Neither did Al.

He looked back at the Goddess, and she gave him a faint smile.

Her smile was like the spring and instantly warmed Al's heart, as if saying: Don't worry about his threat, do whatever you want.

Eve looked at Blackstone with an indifferent expression.

A token capable of attracting the attention of a true God, carried by a mere half-orc warrior of Silver strength? And she had already personally descended in her avatar. If she didn't completely wipe out all enemies, then her majesty as a true God would be tarnished.

Furthermore, Eve's sixth sense was very sharp.

It told her that killing Blackstone would cause some ripples but not pose much danger.

As her strength gradually returned, this instinct of hers was becoming increasingly accurate, especially when it involved creatures of the secular rank.

Having received a reassuring look from the Mother Goddess, Al became more and more determined.

He drew his scimitar and, to Blackstone's horrified gaze, stabbed him in the chest.

"Sorry ... you no longer have that opportunity anymore."

With a miserable wail, Blackstone's body began to age rapidly. He struggled to look in Eve's direction and stared as hard as he could. As his eyes shed tears of blood, he screamed:

"Father God ... will never let you go! Never ... Never!"

"Hmph."

Eve let out a soft humph.

Blackstone's body stiffened at her reply.

Then, his body collapsed like broken glass ... and turned into ashes.

All the half-orcs had been wiped out.

Eve made a slight gesture. A bone fragment flew up from the ground and into her hand.

Silence reigned in the forest.

The players were all focusing their attention on her, the most dazzling and divine figure.

They were holding their breaths. Eve looked around and smiled faintly at them.

Every player who met her eyes and dream-like smile could not help but feel a touch of intimacy and awe, and involuntarily bowed their heads again.

Then, Eve's figure turned into a brilliant light and slowly disappeared...

[Ding–]

[Quest: Orcish Hunting Party (Completed)]

[All participating players in the quest will be rewarded according to the extent of their contribution and receive experience points, contribution points, and perfect resurrections accordingly]

[Ding–]

[All players who participated will receive the blessing of the Goddess - "The Chosen One". For the next seven game days, you will gain 50% increased experience!]

The players were quiet for a moment, but then let out a burst of cheers.

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