Game of the World Tree Chapter 493: It’s all the fault of the Evil God of the Elf Forest!

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September is the month when the season turns cooler.

The hot summer is over and the cool autumn is coming.

But for the Death Desert, even in early autumn, the high temperature is still prohibitive.

And due to the end of the summer rainy season, the autumn of the Death Desert becomes drier. Coupled with the out-of-season weather from time to time, the dryness and high temperature are enough to drive people crazy...

Only half-orcs with rough skin and thick flesh can adapt to such a climate.

Northern Death Desert.

A human caravan loaded with goods is moving forward slowly.

The caravan has about sixty or seventy people and about twenty carriages. Each carriage has a black eagle logo on the side, which is very eye-catching.

That is the unique logo of the Sauron Chamber of Commerce.

The strongest member of the caravan is a human warrior riding a camel, about thirty years old.

He is wearing leather armor and has a Black Eagle badge on his chest. It is a Chamber of Commerce token owned only by the leader of the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, and it is also a proof of identity and status.

In the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, only powerful silver professionals will have such a badge.

I saw him looking at the scorching sun in the sky for a while, then taking out his water bag and taking a sip of water, wiping his sweat while cursing:

"What the **** weather!"

Even silver professionals cannot endure such high temperatures before they advance to the gold level and achieve a complete physical transformation.

The caravan gradually advanced, bypassing one barren hill after another, and finally came to an oasis.

The oasis is not large in scale, surrounding a shallow lake, with prosperous reeds and desert poplars growing on the shore.

Surrounding the oasis are hundreds of tents and thatched houses, large and small.

The orcs, each with a strong body and wearing simple leather armor or linen clothes, are busy.

This is an orc settlement.

The climate of the Death Desert is harsh, especially the lack of water. Only similar oases can become a place of life.

After seeing the Orc settlement, the leader of the Chamber of Commerce finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The orcs also noticed the arriving caravan, and there was an obvious commotion throughout the settlement.

Especially after noticing the Chamber of Commerce’s black hawk logo.

Looking at the gazes mixed with greed, curiosity, desire and vigilance cast by the orcs, scanning their tattered equipment and clothes, the leader warrior curled his lips.

"Inferior races are inferior races..."

He said to himself.

Even if humans are not even considered a black iron race, he still looks down on these stupid big guys who only have muscles in their minds.

This is determined by the overall strength of the race and the strength of the true **** it possesses.

But soon, the caravan leader put on a warm smile.

I saw him getting off the camel and shouting towards the settlement:

"Saru! I'm Andris! The goods you requested have arrived!"

The silver professional’s voice was loud, and the sound quickly spread throughout the settlement.

A moment later, accompanied by a burst of laughter, a tall orc priest with a scarred face walked out of the settlement surrounded by several orc warriors.

He came to the caravan and looked at the packed trucks with a satisfied expression.

"Good luck on your journey, Mr. Andries!"

He smiled at the caravan leader, Andris.

Andris glanced at him in surprise and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Huh? Have you been promoted to Silver?"

This is a low-ranking priest of Silver!

You must know that silver professionals are not common among half-orcs. Even if the magic power begins to recover, due to the limited racial potential, there are still very few silver experts among half-orcs.

Not to mention a rare priest.

For a small settlement like this with hundreds of tents and only a thousand people to support it, excluding the old, weak, sick and disabled, the number of warriors it can handle is only five or six hundred at most. Generally speaking, there will be no silver-level warriors. The priest was born.

So... Andris was very surprised.

He has not smuggled in the Death Desert many times, but because he once studied at the Imperial Academy and studied the culture of orcs, he thinks he knows a lot about orcs.

Hearing Andris's surprise, the half-orc priest named Shalu became extremely proud.

He smiled, and then his expression became serious and pious.

"Praise the cold winter, praise hunting! They are all blessed by God the Father!"

He drew a bow symbol on his chest.

Andris was slightly stunned, realizing that the other party had received the favor of the true **** and had risen in rank.

Then, he signaled to the subordinates of the caravan to open the truck, and then said to the orc priest:

"Here, the five hundred pieces of imperial standard equipment and food you want are all the latest. Check them out."

After hearing his words, the half-orc priest’s eyes lit up:

"Great! Now the warriors of our tribe can exert their full strength!"

He waved to the orcs behind him, and the orcs stepped forward one after another to inspect the goods.

After a moment, the half-orc warrior who had checked it nodded to Shalu, and Shalu’s smile became even more enthusiastic:

"I knew that the Sauron Chamber of Commerce would always be a friend of the orcs!"

"Mr. Andris, and all our human friends, come to our tribe and have a rest. You have worked hard all the way, and we have prepared drinks."

He invited the caravan.

Andris also nodded and directed the caravan to enter the Orc tribe to rest.

He is not worried about the other party cheating, even if it is a silver professional who has appeared in this small tribe.

Perhaps he would still be wary of orcs on weekdays, but this time the other party would definitely not dare to mess around.

Because this transaction was negotiated between the Orc Royal Court in the Death Desert and the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, it is said that there seems to be a stronger endorsement...

What Andris himself led was just one of the many Sauron caravans that traded with the orcs.

Drinking the sweet sandy spring water, Andrews sat in the shade, eating the dry food he brought with him, and squinting at the orcs who were excitedly distributing the equipment on the truck.

What surprised him was that it was not just Cellul whose strength had improved, but these Orc warriors had also become stronger.

According to his understanding, the average strength of the orcs in the Death Desert should be in the middle of the Black Iron, and only a few warriors can reach the top.

However, nearly half of these orcs competing for equipment have been promoted to the top of the Black Iron!

This surprised Andris, and he guessed that it was probably the work of the Hunting Church again.

A moment later, several more orcs pushing wheelbarrows came to him under the leadership of the priest.

There are three wheelbarrows, each filled with furs.

That is the skin of the "Sand Leopard", a rare magical beast unique to the Death Desert. It is very beautiful. It is a priceless luxury product in the human world, and the profits of smuggling are extremely high.

These three furs, sold to the human world, are enough to provide seven or eight hundred sets of sophisticated armor and equipment, as well as enough food for a small tribe of orcs to eat for three months.

"Very good!"

Andris looked satisfied when he saw the furs.

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However, his gaze did not stop, but looked back expectantly.

"Any more? That...you know, private goods."

He smiled and asked meaningfully.

After hearing what Andris said, the half-orc priest smiled first, and then nodded equally meaningfully:

"Of course, there are also private goods."

Then, he winked at the orc behind him, who nodded vaguely, and he and another orc pushed a carriage tightly covered with gray cloth.

Andris's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and carefully uncovered a corner of the gray cloth.

Underneath the gray cloth is a cage.

In the cage, three good-looking young female elves were tied tightly and trembling.

"Only three?"

Andris frowned.

"Hey, this is not easy. You also know that the Elf Forest has been too noisy recently. These three were caught by us blocking the road to the Dark Mountain. They were all planned from the Kingdom of Iris. Returning to the Forest of Elves."

"However, this is the limit. Recently, evil elves have begun to appear in the Dark Mountains, and we have also lost a lot of manpower."

The half-orc priest shook his head.

After hearing his words, Andris also frowned slightly.

Elves are the most valuable luxury slaves in the black market, and they are also the source of the Sauron Chamber of Commerce's earliest fortune.

However, since last year, a true elf **** has been born among the elves who has inherited the priesthood of the World Tree, which has completely plunged the elf slave trade into a trough...

This true **** named Eve is rumored to be a slave **** supported by the God of Death.

Last year, he defeated the Orcs' army attacking the Elven Forest, and also assisted the Alliance of Silent City-States in the underground world to defeat the Alliance of Dark City-States. It can be regarded as a mythical existence that has become more and more popular every year.

According to rumors, He borrowed the power of the God of Death to create an immortal elven army, and it was only by virtue of the power of the undead army that he won repeated victories.

However, rumors are flying about the specific details.

No one knows what the so-called immortal elven army is.

Some say they are visitors from outside, some say they are dead elves, and some say they are elves corrupted by the power of the abyss. There are even rumors that the undead elves never existed because elves are not suitable to be warriors at all. Those so-called The elven legions are all disguised as the heroic spirit of Death...

In short... it's confusing and extremely mysterious.

Even in the human world, many adventurers and bards have become curious about Him recently, and many of them plan to venture to the Elf Forest.

This is the true **** who publicly declared to protect the elves, which resulted in fewer and fewer elves flowing into the black market, and large-scale escaping of the elves slaves who were originally peaceful.

The profits of the Solon Chamber of Commerce have also been hit hard.

However, the reduction of elf slaves has also led to an increase in prices. If these three female elves were sold now, they would probably be easily sold for several times the price they were a few years ago.

Thinking of this, Andris felt a little relieved.

Similarly, he could almost expect that the orcs' asking price would probably be higher.

As expected, after showing him the elf slave, the half-orc priest quickly whispered:

"And... now the royal court no longer allows us to capture elves, and requires that all elves caught must be killed on the spot... I secretly left these three for you."

"I took a big risk, so...hehehe, you know."

"Friends enough! I will buy these three elves at double the price!"

Andris patted the other party's shoulder and said cheerfully.

After hearing his words, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the half-orc priest.

However, Andris saw the surprise in his eyes, but he felt a little contempt for him in his heart...

For half-orcs, the orders of the royal court often also mean the orders of the Hunting Church.

It is very possible for a black iron priest to bully someone for profit, but this is the first time he has seen a silver priest dare to disobey the royal court's order...

"A lower race is a lower race, and even the Silver Priests are not that religious."

Andris said with contempt in his heart.

Of course, it would not be so surprising if he knew that the other party was forcibly enhanced by the God of Winter and Hunting.

The transaction between the two parties was very pleasant.

The men were busy carrying the goods, while the two leaders continued to chat, chatting about all the interesting things that had happened recently in the human world and the Death Desert.

Intelligence is often a highly valuable resource.

"Hey, members of the Oak Hand have also appeared in the Kingdom of Iris recently, and they have destroyed several of our smuggling strongholds. It is really abominable..."

"It's all because of the appearance of the evil **** in the Elf Forest. Otherwise... we would still be able to hunt there now."

"Evil God? I heard that he is the real God."

"Hey! If it weren't for the evil god, how could it be possible for the elves to become so evil?"

"That's right, so...you are buying equipment and food. Are you really planning to attack the Elf Forest again before winter?"

"Mr. Andris, this involves our secrets. Even if we are friends, it is not easy to reveal the details."

"Tch, why are you so secretive? I heard that the top brass of our Chamber of Commerce are planning to send mercenaries to support you. We are all allies..."

"Really or fake?"

"It seems that you don't know yet. In fact, our Sauron Chamber of Commerce is also very jealous of the properties of the Elf Forest, and we have never been able to take action..."

"Hey, Mr. Andris, don't talk nonsense, the Elf Forest belongs to us orcs!"

"I know, it's a thousand-year contract! But didn't you keep it?"

"Who knew there would be an evil god?"

"Coming back again..."

"Hey... Anyway, our current strength is no longer what it used to be. We will definitely win this time, and we will definitely wash away the shame of last year. The evil **** of the Elf Forest will not be arrogant for long!"

The half-orc priest said proudly.

Are things different now...

After hearing what the other party said, Andris couldn't help but look at the active orcs around him.

Indeed, if you look at the strength of the tribe, the orcs have improved a lot.

Although his reason told him that this was absolutely abnormal, the improvement in strength was real.

A tribe like Shalu's is just one of many small tribes of orcs.

They can organize and plan to send an army of five hundred orcs, so it seems that the orcs in the desert are really going to come out in force this time...

One hundred thousand? Hundreds of thousands?

The last time it was recorded in literature was probably a thousand years ago, right?

It seems that at that time, the orcs also came out in full force, also attacking the Elf Forest, and finally established their position on the mainland.

Thinking about some of the historical knowledge he had learned, Andris sighed slightly:

"History is still similar..."

He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky.

The sun is still hot, and the blue sky is like a huge blue mirror.

Looking at the deep sky, Andris said with some surprise:

"Huh? So there are mountain eagles in the Death Desert?"

"Mountain Eagle?"

The half-orc priest frowned.

"We don't have any birds here."

He shook his head.

"Not a mountain eagle? Then... what is it?"

Andris was a little surprised and a little confused.

"Huh?"

The half-orc priest followed his gaze——

There was not a single white cloud in the sky.

There is only a tiny golden figure fluttering its wings and circling...

The figure was vague, like a golden eagle.

However, there is something weird about the wings.

Suddenly, the golden figure began to lower...

Gradually, the two of them also saw each other's outline clearly.

But when they saw the outline clearly, they were even more surprised:

"Dragon?"

It was a small golden dragon.