Game of the World Tree Chapter 93: Don’t die!

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Those are hundreds of fully armed elves!

They have different shapes, most of them wear gorgeous armor, but they are all young elves.

They were holding various weapons, with ferocious and crazy faces, looking at the orcs as if they were father-killing enemies:

"It's so abominable! How can we engage in battle so quickly? I haven't eaten yet!"

This sound was filled with dissatisfaction.

"Another NPC has fallen!"

This was an exclamation.

"Shit! Everyone, rush! Rescue them!"

This voice was urgent.

"What is that in the sky? Is it a dragon?"

This sound was filled with surprise and curiosity.

"So handsome! Screenshot, screenshot!"

This sound was filled with excitement.

"Just take a screenshot! That's the enemy! Rush in first to protect the NPC! It's all about experience and contribution!"

This sound... seems to be so painful that I can't breathe.

"Yes! Fight in! Protect the NPC!"

"Ula——!"

Their voices are full of madness.

The supporting strange elves looked at the falling members of the Lieyan Tribe from a distance, with expressions of excitement and anger, like giant dragons whose scales had been offended.

They...are the players who came here!

After the previous siege of the orc hunting team, plus those liver emperors from the second test, the number of players who have reached the Black Iron level has approached 400, and this time they are all out!

After all, judging from experience, the rewards for all main quests are extremely rich!

Listening to their shouts and feeling the real concern in their words, the elves of the Flame Tribe had red eyes.

"Elves! It's elves! It's our people who are here to help us!"

An old elf choked up.

In an instant, the morale of the Flame Tribe was revived!

The orc team was stunned by this sudden attack.

"Where did so many elves appear again?!"

Looking at the hundreds of tall figures and gorgeous equipment behind them, the Orc Priest felt his scalp numb.

The Chief Priest of the Giant Mountain did not reveal Blackstone’s secret operations, and Ullr’s oracle was not announced, so ordinary priests and orcs still don’t know about the changes in the Elven Forest...

The hundreds of elves that suddenly appeared really scared them.

Filoxil's eyes lit up, she raised her staff high and ordered:

"Reinforcements have arrived! Let's work together and let's break out!"

However, after engaging in battle with the strange elves, the orcs were stunned.

Because they found that the strength of these elves was extremely different. At most, they were only in the middle of the Black Iron lower class, and their combat experience was very poor.

With just one attack, several elves were chopped down to the ground like vegetables.

"So...so weak!"

The half-orcs looked at the elf who was knocked down after just saying hello, with surprised expressions on their faces.

The priest's eyes lit up and he shouted:

"This is a bunch of rookies! Catch these young elves!"

The people of the Flame Tribe looked at the young elves who were beginning to suffer casualties, their expressions filled with guilt and sadness.

The few dozen remaining elderly elves looked at each other and nodded.

Their aura changed and they began to fight with all their might without fear of injury!

"Our people are using their blood and lives to create opportunities for us, we must break out!"

They shouted, rushed into the orcs and started fighting.

Looking at these dozens of old elves who were almost giving up their lives, the players' eyes were red.

"Damn it! Uncle and aunt, you don't want it!"

"Experience points! They are all experience points and contribution points! My heart hurts!"

"Come on! Go help them!"

"Where is Al-sama! Where is Al-sama? Please support me!"

They shouted, fought, and worked hard.

The battle started again, and gradually, the hearts of the orcs were filled with shock.

Because although these elves who rushed up were weak in strength, they were not afraid of death.

They did everything possible, and in order to cause harm to the orcs, they even started a suicidal charge!

Not only that, they seemed not to care about their injuries at all, even if they still had a breath, they still wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from the orcs...

Many orcs were hugged by these crazy elves, and then after they shouted "shoot at me!", they were overwhelmed by the magic of other elves...

"Crazy! These elves are crazy!"

The half-orc priests were completely stunned when they looked at these elves who didn't even care about the lives of their companions.

The Lieyan Tribe was also shocked.

Filosil looked at the young elves who committed suicide and charged, feeling heartbroken, moved, and puzzled.

She shouted:

"Children! Don't die!"

However, the elves who came to respond did not stop, and the casualties were increasing.

In less than ten minutes, dozens of people were already dead.

For a moment, the Lieyan clan members also had red eyes.

For so many years, they have never seen such a large number of casualties among the elves in a short period of time!

And... they are still young lives!

"Children, don't die!"

"Kill! Rush out!"

"Evil Orcs, I will fight you!"

All the Lieyan clan became angry and began to fight.

Young lives... are the future of the elves!

Seeing the Flame Tribe starting to fight desperately, the eyes of the players who came to support became even redder.

"Holy shit! Grandpas, aunties, brothers and sisters! Don't let yourself die!"

"Leave us alone! We won't die!"

"Someone died again, my God! My heart hurts so much!"

"Kill quickly! One-on-one substitutions! Use the sacrifice flow to kill these orcs!"

They fought more aggressively.

"Crazy! These elves are crazy!"

The half-orc priest was stunned when he looked at the elves who were dying for a moment.

At this moment, a thin figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

It was a short elf boy with silver hair and blue eyes, and a childish face with a bit of determination and anger.

He held an elf dagger and kept shuttling among the orcs.

And every orc who fought with him had his arm disabled in an instant and was directly seriously injured.

The momentum of the players suddenly rose:

"Big Brother Al is here to support!"

"Well done! Al!"

They immediately followed Al's actions and beat the orcs who were seriously injured by him to death.

For a time, the casualties of the orcs began to increase rapidly, and their morale plummeted!

"Silver! Another silver!"

Looking at the constantly passing El, the half-orc priest looked horrified.

It’s a mess.

It's completely messed up.

If the appearance of players can still make the orcs persist, then Al, with his silver strength, has become the weight that completely overturns the balance!

The orc team finally began to rout!

The players at the front finally connected with the Flame Tribe people.

"Brave children!"

Looking at the players rushing up, Feilosil looked excited.

She waved her staff, ready to continue fighting.

But a player suddenly rushed up and stood in front of her.

There was only a "puff" sound, and the hot blood covered her head.

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A half-orc's sword pierced the player's chest.

For a moment, Philosil was stunned.

She quickly picked up this young tribesman who kept coughing up blood, with tears in her eyes:

"Why...why..."

The player smiled at her while vomiting blood, with a tragic expression:

"The goddess...said...not to let you...get hurt, so we...will definitely...not let you...get hurt..."

"But..."

Firosil looked sad:

"Even if you don't block it...I can still block him..."

Player:...

"Ahem..."

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, tilted his neck, and died...

Similar situations are starting to happen everywhere:

"Child! I am already very old, and I am not worthy of you taking the knife for me!"

"Child! Cheer up!"

"Why bother! Why do you bother!"

"Ahhh! Damn those orcs, they are all still young, they are the future of the elves..."

Players joined the team of the Flame tribe one after another, but they did not actively fight against the orcs... but instead tried their best to protect the elves of the Flame tribe, for fear that they would be harmed in the slightest.

Even at the cost of his own life.

This made the elves of the Flame Tribe both moved and unable to understand.

For a moment, they felt as if they had become the elven royal family when they broke out hundreds of years ago, and were protected by all the clan members to the death.

Gradually, the situation on the battlefield reversed, and the orcs began to flee under the pursuit of Al and some players...

Merrell, the young black dragon in the sky, has been unable to break through the barrier.

It can only keep crashing into the cage of light, looking at Al and the players who are chasing the orcs, roaring angrily:

"It is indeed an evil intelligent race, so cruel! Ruaaa——! I will never let you go!"

As for the elves who died in the hands of the orcs, they have been ignored by them.

Because in Merrill's view, evil races deserve the punishment of death...

Listening to the roar of the black dragon, the players were confused:

"Evil intelligent race?"

"This...is talking about us?"