Game of the World Tree Chapter 495: Status reversal
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Andris swore that he had never encountered such a formidable enemy in the thirty years since he became a professional.
Cruel, ruthless, and deadly with every move.
As a former adventurer who was recruited by the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, he already felt that he was vulgar and rogue enough when fighting.
However, compared with the elves in front of him, he felt that his previous self was too chivalrous...
These snarling long-eared creatures rarely fight one-on-one, and seem to have long been accustomed to group fights.
Whenever Andris was about to break out of the encirclement, several elves swarmed him back...
He even heard their excited shouts:
"Careful! He's going to run away!"
"Quickly block this little BOSS!"
"Fuck him!"
Andris:......
He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t know where to start...
These elves are not only wretched.
They are still very strong.
Very strong.
With just one fight, Andris could sense the opponent's solid combat experience.
Not only are they of high rank, but they also seem to have experienced countless battles.
Every time Andris takes a shot, he will be blocked by the elves just right...
Fighting with them gave Andris the illusion that he was facing old cunning mercenary leaders who had been wandering on the edge of life and death for many years.
However, Andris knows that such a mercenary can only be tempered by years of fighting in mountains of swords and seas of fire. He is one of the best in a hundred.
But these guys in front of me are not the mercenary leaders...
They are elves!
The elf recognized as the least good at fighting among the intelligent races!
However, these elves who had been ridiculed countless times by Andris in private now appeared in front of him in an attitude he had never imagined...
Vicious, cunning, crazy.
Even though he had learned from some sources in the Chamber of Commerce that the elf mercenaries emerging from the underground war were powerful, Andris did not expect that the other party would be so difficult to deal with.
However...these elves are not only powerful individually, they also know how to cooperate.
They usually live in small groups of five.
And there is always one person in the group who is heavily armored and armed to the point where Andris can’t find a place to cut hard bones...
This elf may not have strong combat power, but its ability to withstand beatings is simply terrifying.
Whenever Andris intends to fight desperately, this tough guy will take the initiative to stand up and block all his fatal attacks.
As for the opponent, the most he could do was spit out a mouthful of blood, and the next second he would be jumping up and down, laughing and continuing to fight.
When Andris has just released one force but has not yet lifted up the next force, the surrounding elves will seize the opportunity and swarm...
Every move they made was aimed at his most lethal and most difficult-to-prevent place.
However, the levels of these elves are not bad at all.
In fact, many of their levels are not lower than Andris at all.
Such a sudden attack by a being is very difficult to guard against before the strength is raised.
With almost every attack, new wounds would be added to Andris's body.
This almost completely passive style of play made Andris feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.
However, there is something even more disgusting.
Behind the elves who besieged the hunting team, there were guys wearing priest robes.
Whenever an elf is injured, they will chant spells and use magic to heal them.
The magic in their hands is more powerful than the priests of the Eternal Church, and the results are almost immediate.
In Andris' knowledge, the injury that required at least ten and a half days of rest would be healed instantly after a ray of holy light.
The terrifying speed of treatment shocked Andris.
As a result, not a single elf fell, but the number of orcs and mercenaries following Andris became fewer and fewer...
As he continued to fight, Andris felt his strength getting weaker and weaker, and even the wounds on his body were a little numb.
"Elves! Do you dare to fight one on one?!"
He roared unwillingly.
However, Andris only received the evil smiles from the elves.
Yes, grinning.
It's hard for Andris to imagine that this word would appear in an elf.
But looking at their excited and slightly crazy smiles, and their cheers or regretful sighs every time an orc or mercenary is killed, they don't care about killing and death. Their expressions made Andris feel extremely horrified...
He has been traveling on the mainland for more than thirty years and has seen too many people and too many races.
He has seen guys who like to fight, and he has also seen guys who are cruel.
However, among all the intelligent races he has seen, he has rarely encountered guys as crazy as these elves in front of him.
Some people kill for wealth, others kill for status.
However, the elves in front of them only had excitement and bloodlust in their eyes.
They... do it for pleasure.
It seems that in their eyes, I am not an enemy, but a toy for happiness.
Similar expressions, Andreas has only seen on those fanatical believers of the evil **** and the colorful dragons who tease their prey...
At this time, Andris finally understood why these elves were called evil elves by the residents of the underground world.
But it's too late.
There are fewer orcs and mercenaries accompanying them, but more and more elves are besieging Andris.
And if there is anything about these elves that comforts Andris, perhaps it is that the five elves who besieged him from beginning to end are the same five elves from the beginning...
Although the later elves surrounded him, they did not take action.
If they had taken action, Andris would have been killed on the spot.
And just when Andris thought this was the elf's last conscience, he heard the other party talking to each other again.
"Why haven't you finished playing yet? You guys are so slow. Do you want help?"
Not finished yet?
Andris was a little stunned.
He subconsciously glanced around, but was shocked to find that he was the only one still fighting at some point, and there was no longer a human or orc standing behind him.
For a moment, Andris felt cold in his heart.
And the voices of the elves continue:
"I can't help it, this person is a bit powerful... Don't grab his head! This is ours!"
"Yes, we have been fighting for a long time, don't grab experience!"
"Hey, a piece of silver only lasts so long, little brother."
"Is this an elite monster?!"
Elite monster?
Are you talking about me?
Andris couldn't understand the words in the other person's mouth, but he felt inexplicably insulted.
He wanted to roar and try his best again.
However, the excessive blood loss left him with no strength...
After resisting for several times with difficulty, the long sword in his hand was finally pushed away by the elf warrior wearing heavy armor with a loud shout. In the next second, four other elves swarmed up and stabbed him into pieces. Hedgehog.
Andrews opened his mouth, only to spit out a mouthful of black blood, and knew nothing else.
At the last second of his consciousness, he only had one thought left:
It's a pity that those three elves haven't been sold yet.
It’s worth a lot of money...
……
The one-sided battle ended in less than ten minutes.
Players in good condition began to clean up the battlefield, while players with serious injuries once again received deep treatment from priest players and healing druids.
Merrell, the black dragon who turned into an elf, sighed while watching the players laughing and scolding:
"Every time I watch them fight, I always have the illusion that they are a group of guys possessed by demons... Against these guys, I will really have bad luck for eight lifetimes!"
After speaking, it looked at the red dragon Tiberias aside and explained:
"By the way, 'eight lifetimes of bad luck' is a famous saying in the Chosen One's hometown. It probably means that this person is very unlucky and unlucky."
Tiberias:......
Seeing the speechless expression of the red dragon, the black dragon, who was showing off his little knowledge about the other world, was a little disappointed, but he quickly coughed twice and asked again:
"How is it? Do you feel that your own understanding has been subverted? These guys... are not ordinary elves at all. When they face the enemy, they are a group of lawless bastards, despicable, shameless, cruel and crazy, It is simply difficult to relate it to the image of being so friendly and courteous to you in the Elf Forest..."
After listening to Meirel’s words, Tiberias’ eyes gradually brightened up, and her gaze towards the players was full of splendor:
"Isn't this great?"
"Uh...what?"
Merrell felt himself choke.
"I mean... isn't this nice?"
Tiberias repeated.
After speaking, it looked at the players, its expression gradually getting excited:
"To please and obey at home, but cruel and murderous to the outside world... This is simply the most perfect servant in my imagination!"
Merrell:......
Slave?
You are just a tool dragon that provides people with scales and saliva.
It complained in its heart.
After complaining, it seemed to have remembered something. It suddenly joined the players and shouted at the same time:
"Anyone who has captured beautiful gems and lovely gold pounds can come to Myriel to exchange for shiny scales!"
This cunning bastard!
The red dragon's expression changed, his eyes lit up, and he quickly shouted:
"What it gives, I give twice as much!"
Merrell:......
……
The players were cleaning the battlefield happily.
The team leader Xiao Xianmiao looked at the guild members with a look of unfinished expression:
“These orcs and human mercenaries are too good, aren’t they? I remember they are very strong, aren’t they?”
She used to think how powerful monsters could be.
It seems...that's just it.
If I had known this, there would be no need for an ambush, everyone could just push forward.
Looking at the equipment all around him, Cuckoo shook his head:
"It's not that they are weak, but that we have become stronger."
"Have we become stronger?"
Xiao Xianmiao raised her eyebrows.
"However, the mission level in the Death Desert is level 40. I really thought we would get into a fierce battle, but as a result, they all fell down before I even had time to release a few fireballs. It was so unsatisfactory. ”
"Come on, thank you for not releasing a few more fireballs, otherwise we would be the ones who fell."
The optimist joked on the side.
"Get out! Clean up the battlefield quickly!"
Xiao Xianmiao raised her staff and slapped his **** hard.
"Ouch!"
The optimist screamed in pain, laughed and ran away.
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"Hahahaha..."
The other players around them burst into cheerful laughter.
Everyone was laughing while picking up the equipment dropped by the orcs and mercenaries after they died. From time to time, someone would make a sound of surprise when they found gold pounds or other gadgets, and then run to Myriel. and take credit in front of Tiberias.
At this moment, several players suddenly shouted excitedly:
"President, President! There are three more alive here!"
"Hahahaha! It's so funny that they fell to the ground and pretended to be dead...don't you know that the people we kill will be 'disfigured'?"
“There’s something about this AI design that feels like it’s showing off my IQ.”
"Hahahaha..."
Hearing the player's voice, Xiao Xianmiao forgot about the past and saw two human mercenaries and an orc.
The three of them looked frightened. Their faces were pale and trembling. They looked at the players with horror in their eyes.
"Huh? Are you alive?"
Xiao Xianmiao was a little surprised.
She thought for a moment and walked in front of a few people. When they saw her coming, they trembled even more with fear.
Although they were pretending to be dead just now, they could still see clearly.
Among all the elves, this one that looks petite and cute is the scariest...
She fired a big fireball and burned the three mercenaries to charcoal!
"Jing...Master Elf! Don't...don't kill us...don't kill us...we surrender!"
The mercenary quickly begged for mercy.
After listening to the other party’s words, Xiao Xianmiao’s heart moved and said:
"Yes, but you must tell us all the news you know about the Death Desert, and the nearby orc tribe."
Giant dragons can fly and are a good means of investigation.
So, players have long known that there is an orc tribe nearby.
It was just that I was not sure how many people and how many strong men were inside, so I came up with the idea of luring the snake out of its hole.
After listening to Xiao Xianmiao's words, the two mercenaries felt as if they had been granted amnesty. Then, under the glare of the only half-orc, they revealed all the information they knew, including all the experiences in the half-orc tribe...
"A thousand or so people, four to five hundred orc warriors..."
Xiao Xianmiao was thoughtful.
"It's a small tribe and can be attacked. If you attack at night, I feel like you can take them away in one wave."
Hulu, who was listening on the sidelines, said.
"I think so too."
The optimists agree.
Even Ben Leng, who had been silent, nodded secretly.
"Let's make a sneak attack tonight..."
Xiao Xianmiao finally made a decision.
"Then...how many people are there?"
The optimist looked at the two mercenaries and the orcs and asked.
"Ahem, I still have a little experience to advance. Can you give it to me? I can get less points for the equipment."
he asked.
Looking at his bright smile, white teeth, and the long sword still dripping with blood in his hand, the human mercenaries and orcs turned pale.
However, Xiao Xianmiao shook her head.
She looked at the mercenaries and orcs carefully, looking at their bodies and muscles that were much thicker than the elves, and her eyes lit up slightly.
She suddenly threw out a skill [Eye of Faith] obtained after taking the priest profession concurrently, and looked at the faith of several people.
Not surprisingly, they are all red.
He is a believer in Thaksin.
However, it is light red.
"Are you a shallow believer..."
Xiao Xianmiao murmured.
Then, she showed a sweet smile and looked at the three of them.
However, the words he spoke were like the devil:
"Give up your beliefs and I can consider sparing your lives."
The other players were stunned:
"Pfft...Xianmaoju, do you really want to let them go?"
"This is the enemy."
"Yes! A black iron mercenary has a lot of experience points!"
However, Xiao Xianmiao shook her head:
"Who said they should be let back?"
"Not put it back?"
Other players are even stranger.
"If you don't put it back, do you want to take it back?"
"The Forest of Elves does not allow other races to enter, right? These are enemies..."
"That's right! Don't expose the goddess's secret... Ouch! Why are you pinching me! It won't be exposed, and the keywords will be blocked!"
The players are all talking.
Xiao Xianmiao shook his head:
"Who said they were allowed to enter the Elf Forest?"
"I just suddenly thought that there seem to be a lot of miners missing in the Rivendell Mine in the Dark Canyon..."