Game of the World Tree Chapter 496: Don’t kill me! I surrender!

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"Miner?"

After hearing Xiao Xianmiao’s words, the players’ eyes lit up.

This starts with the magic gun...

As the steam gun has been improved into a more powerful magic gun that can also gain experience, the marksman profession is on the rise.

Different from bows and arrows, which require careful learning of skills, magic guns are easier for players to get started with, are more accurate in aiming, and have higher damage.

This has brought hope to many long-range players who had trouble using bows and arrows.

Not only that, with the auxiliary skills originally suitable for bows and arrows, the magic gun can even exert greater power.

Even non-shooter players, and even some spell caster players, can carry a magic gun with them for self-defense.

Without a doubt...

The magic gun developed by players has become the most popular weapon in just a few days after being evaluated and highly praised by many big players.

However, the production of magic guns in the Elf Forest is far less than the players' demand for magic guns.

Converting a steam gun into a magic gun isn't difficult.

For some players who have studied magic inscriptions, they can improve their steam guns by themselves as long as they follow the modification methods announced by the big guys on the forum.

Those players who have learned blacksmithing can even use materials to create more high-quality magic gun equipment.

However, the problem lies in improvement and creation.

Unlike other weapons, the improvement and manufacture of magic guns must use a metal with good magic conductivity-mithril, and an ore that can store magic power-magic stone.

The former is used to improve the magic gun, and the latter is not only used for improvement, but also a device for storing magic power, and it is also a consumable.

With these two materials, players can show their talents.

Thus, these two materials naturally became scarce in the Elf Forest.

Unfortunately, the Forest of Elves does not have these two materials.

On weekdays, players usually use the special products of the Elf Forest to exchange with the dwarves in the underground world.

However, the transaction volume is still too small and too expensive.

The big guys are still having fun, but the common people have to step aside.

However, I don’t know if the players are lucky or if the game officials have already made arrangements.

Just when many players were madly complaining about the cost of improving magic guns on the forum, someone discovered mithril mines and magic stone mines in Rivendell...

Well, maybe I shouldn’t say that someone discovered it.

But some players with quick thinking, through telling stories day after day, giving delicious food and other fancy "kneeling and licking", finally gained the favor of Rose, the Spider Queen who lives in seclusion underground in Rivendell. Over 50...

Finally, after a lot of hard work, the player was told the location of the mineral as he wished...

This is not easy.

Because these two materials are also delicious food for burrow spiders.

So...the vigorous mining movement began.

The spring of civilian shooter players has also arrived.

However, with minerals, they still need to be mined.

The burrow spiders themselves like to eat these minerals. If you ask them to help, they will beat the dogs with meat buns.

So...only players.

Mining minerals is a laborious job...

Then another question comes.

That’s when the players suddenly discovered that the Elf Forest was short of labor...

Are there many players in Elf Forest?

Many.

Since the open beta, 160,000 players have gathered in the Elf Forest.

Although most old players have been wandering in the wild area for a long time, 100,000 newcomers are enough to make the core area bustling.

However, there are more players, but the labor force in the Elf Forest is even more scarce.

Because... the demand for magic guns has increased again.

Not all players are willing to do hard work. More players yearn for swords and magic, adventure and combat.

It's okay to let them spend an hour a day doing boring daily tasks, but if they have to do hard work all day long, no one except a **** can stand it.

They are all here to play games, not to abuse themselves...

The way that old players come up with is to "trade" with new players, asking the new players to sell their hard work for mining, in exchange for the old players taking a certain amount of time to take them to high-level maps to spawn monsters and upgrade.

This approach is a win-win situation, but to be honest, it is not very efficient, because the mining speed of new players is really impressive...

If you want to blame it, you can only blame "Elf Kingdom" for being too hardcore.

Even mining is a technical job where practice makes perfect.

Not to mention that elves are good at agility. Except for those players who engage in tank battles, most of them have limited strength...

So, when they heard Xiao Xianmiao mention the word "miner" at this moment, other players immediately understood what she was going to do.

"Yes! You can bring these orcs back to help us mine!"

"Haha, Meow, you are such a genius! Why didn't I think of that?"

"Are you really only 15 years old?"

"Look carefully, the orcs are much stronger and stronger than us, so they are really suitable!"

"And it's easy to feed! The most important thing in our Elf Forest is food!"

"Hiss... we can even directly raise a large group of orcs to mine, and we can also develop it into an industry and further export the ores to make money!"

"What's the point of exporting ore? There's going to be a war soon, so you can sell all the captured orcs to the dark dwarves! Well... we'll keep the unbelievers and sell the ones with faith!"

“666!”

"Talents! You are all talents!"

The players were all talking and excited.

They are all members of the Mengmeng Committee. Many of them are also semi-lifestyle players, and they have all kinds of whimsical ideas.

After a while, they were almost discussing how to use the capital accumulated by the Mengmeng Committee to develop real estate and how to further wrap up the future orc transactions in the entire Elf Forest...

Looking at the excited members, Xiao Xianmiao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly reminded:

"But then again, only untrustworthy orcs can bring them back, otherwise there are still hidden dangers, and don't force it... We are small, and we can't bring so many people."

"I understand!"

The players nodded.

After some excitement, they were even more looking forward to the sneak attack at night.

However, this time it is not just for experience points and contribution points.

……

In the central tent of the Orc tribe.

Priest Shalu sat under the torch, counting the gold pounds with a silly smile, and happily drank the ale he just bought from the Sauron Chamber of Commerce.

"Hehehehe... When Andris and the others come back and sell the golden dragon and elves, I will be able to collect enough tribute money to give the tribe a safe position during the war."

He said to himself, his expression full of expectation.

To be honest, Shalu does not feel that he is a competent silver priest.

In the early days, he was just an ordinary trainee priest, who got in through connections, and his faith was only at the level of a casual believer.

However, a person's success cannot be separated from personal struggle, and the process of history also needs to be taken into consideration.

Three years ago, the only old priest in the tribe returned to the Kingdom of God.

Each tribe must have at least one priest of its own tribe in order to maintain contact with the royal court.

However, the tribe he belonged to was too small in number and too remote. In the end, he had to be shorter and taller, allowing him, a so-so trainee priest, to be promoted beyond his standards...

He thought that was the end.

But last winter, Lionheart King died in battle, the royal court was in turmoil, and the entire Death Desert was reshuffled.

After that, God the Father issued a war oracle, and the Hunting Church suddenly began to upgrade the priests of all tribes in large quantities. And he, a priest who was originally incompetent, was actually assigned a quota and got the opportunity to go to the royal court to accept Opportunity for God’s favor...

He wanted to refuse at the time. After all, his family knew about his family affairs and often dealt with human smugglers. He was also slightly affected, and his belief was not pious...

If we really get to the royal court, the secret will be revealed!

However, the messenger said that each tribe must have at least one priest to accept the favor of the gods, and the church has already studied and decided that he can only be the leader of their small tribe, and he will be the chief priest who will lead the war in the future. ……

The result surprised him.

Obviously he is just a shallow believer who is not as good as a devout believer, but he actually obtained the favor of God and became a high-ranking silver priest!

Of course, he is the last among the Silver Priests...

The priests of other tribes who were traveling with him were much stronger than him, and many of them even directly became high-ranking priests of Silver.

However, this also made Shahru very happy and satisfied...

For him, this status is like picking it up.

However, after being satisfied, there was fear.

As a wise man who often interacts with human beings and considers himself knowledgeable, Sharu understands that this is definitely not normal.

He has also heard about this phenomenon of temporary forcible promotion to become a priest from human bards...

That is an operation that can only be done before a decisive battle between true gods, and such beings are often cannon fodder in wars...

Cannon fodder...

That's right.

After becoming the Silver Priest, he must lead the tribe's warriors into battle and go to the battlefield himself.

However, Shalu did not want to become cannon fodder.

After thinking about it, the only way he came up with was to change his tribe's position in the army through bribery. As long as he could be in the back row, his chances of survival would be greater...

"Hey, I heard that those evil elves are not only fearless of death, but also drink blood like hair, eat prisoners, and make them into meat skewers... They are more evil than demons. I don't want to fight such a guy... …”

He shook his head.

After counting the beloved gold pound again, Shalu carefully put it back to the hiding place, covered it gently with a rag, and wiped away the traces.

Then he picked up the cup made of skulls and drank the ale in one gulp.

Smacking his lips, he nodded gracefully, then threw away the bone cup, lay down on the bed made of animal skins, closed his eyes and took a nap, waiting for the return of Andris and others...

I don’t know how long it took before Shalu woke up from his stupor.

He glanced at the sky and saw that the night was already deep.

However, Andris and others still haven't returned yet.

This discovery made him frown slightly.

He stood up and walked around in his tent, suddenly feeling restless.

"Why haven't you come back after so long?"

Saru muttered with some dissatisfaction.

Andris has been out for a long time, but there is no news at all...

Not only that, but the tribesmen who were traveling with him also had no contact with him anymore.

And this also made Sharu, who was originally excited about the golden dragon, gradually calm down.

He has lived here for decades, and there is no danger at all around here. If there is any danger, it should be the human travelers who accidentally entered the Death Desert and encountered them orcs.

However, the hunting team left for too long...

"Isn't it that guy Andris who swallowed up the golden dragon?"

Saru muttered to himself.

This is possible. After all, the golden dragon is too valuable, and although he sends far more people than mercenaries, Andris is a silver professional!

He doesn't believe in human integrity.

Thinking of this, Shalu became more and more uneasy.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard loud noises coming from outside the tent.

The sound was noisy and chaotic, and seemed to be vaguely mixed with explosions, screams and shouts, as well as the metallic sound of swords clashing together.

"What's going on? Someone attacked?"

Saru was stunned and looked solemn.

At this time, the tent was suddenly knocked open, and an injured orc stumbled in and said in horror:

"Lord Shalu, it's not good! The elves are coming! The elves are coming!"

The elf is coming?

Saru was stunned and suspected that he had heard wrongly.

However, looking at the frightened expression on the other party's face, he couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Andris and others who had no news...

"No...it can't be."

He swallowed, quickly took out his mace-turned-staff, and walked out of the tent.

However, the moment he was about to walk out of the tent, he seemed to have remembered something. He quickly put away the orc who reported the message, then returned to the place where he hid the gold pound, put the hidden gold pound into his arms, and then Walked out of the tent again.

When Shalu came outside the tent, he was completely stunned by the sight in front of him.

It's getting dark.

But at this moment, the Orc tribe is extremely bright.

However, what illuminates all this is nothing else but flame.

The burning flame.

It was a tent and a thatched house set alight by the fireball.

The building that originally looked dry due to the onset of autumn, was like dry wood encountering a fierce fire. It suddenly burned, burning half of the sky red, and the entire tribe fell into chaos.

An elf riding a variety of magical beasts roared in and started a melee with the orcs in the tribe.

No, it shouldn't be called a melee.

That was simply a one-sided crushing.

I saw those elves holding strange metal pipes high and spitting tongues of fire at each of the orc warriors, while the orc warriors fell down one after another amid screams.

From time to time, Shalu can still hear the quarrels of the elves:

"Damn it! Don't beat them all to death!"

"Hey, what's the hurry? There are thousands of orcs!"

Saru:......

"Elves...are really elves! And they are evil elves from the Elf Forest!"

Looking at the elves’ gorgeous equipment as described in the legend, Cell couldn’t help but lose his voice.

He couldn't see clearly how many elves were coming. He just felt that there was fighting everywhere and there were enemies in all directions.

The air was filled with the burning smell of straw-based buildings and the strong smell of blood.

There is no doubt that this was a premeditated sneak attack.

And... quite successful.

Looking at the tribe that was completely in chaos, Shalu felt that one side of his mind was blank.

And just when he was hesitating whether to call on his tribe to fight back or sneak away secretly, the elves also noticed him.

There is no way, the silver professional is like the light in the dark night, so noticeable to the players.

After discovering that Shalu, a silver professional who appeared almost out of the blue, was actually a priest with a very high experience value, the players’ eyes lit up and they rushed over, raising their hands with a grin. Got weapons...

Feeling the huge crisis of his life, Shalu's expression changed drastically and his face turned pale.

He almost subconsciously protected the mace staff above his head and shouted loudly:

"Don't kill me! I surrender!"

However, as soon as he said this, he immediately regretted it...

Because he suddenly remembered that the orcs of the cave tribe who escaped from the Elf Forest once said that these evil elves never accept the enemy's surrender...

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Rather than admit defeat, his best option would be to turn around and run away, or call on his tribe to fight.

In just one sentence, Sharu missed the best opportunity and was surrounded by several elves.

It’s over...

He felt sad.

However, what surprised and surprised him was that the weapons of the elves did not fall...

Didn't... didn't kill me?

Salu was so frightened that he hiccupped subconsciously.

"Throw away your weapon, hold your head and squat down!"

The elves said, pointing their knives at him.

"Papa..."

Salu dropped the mace and staff without hesitation, and the gold pound in his arms also fell to the ground...