Game of the World Tree Chapter 5: The Resurrection of the Mother Goddess
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Oak Guard!
For the intelligent life in the Elf Forest and its affiliated areas, they know very well what this legendary sacred creature means.
Thousands of years ago, when the Elf Kingdom existed, it was the peak of the Silver Civilization.
At that time, the main elf **** looked down upon the world. The Oak Guards are His favored ones, and their status is equivalent to the angels who believe in the gods!
The main elven **** in his heyday had one hundred thousand natural legions under his command, all composed of powerful oak guards.
Even the weakest oak guard has the strength of silver!
Looking at the huge beast in front of him, which is comparable in size to a giant dragon, Panshi's heart is extremely turbulent...
Feeling the powerful magic pressure, his mind went blank.
How is this possible?
Didn’t the Oak Guards die one after another with the fall of the Elf God?
Did I see it wrong?
He rubbed his eyes, but everything in front of him told him that it was not an illusion.
Looking at the tall tree man, Panshi felt his whole body tremble...
No...it can't be wrong. He has seen this look countless times in tribal murals, and he will never admit it!
This...this is definitely the Oak Guard! Beloved by Mother Nature!
How is this possible? !
Panshi's not-so-high IQ made it difficult for him to turn around... However, one thing was obvious, that is, when the other party appeared in front of them, he definitely did not want to treat them to dinner.
He's going to kill us!
An instinctive sense of crisis filled my heart.
"Escape..."
Pan Shi murmured, then seemed to suddenly wake up and roared:
"Run away...!"
After saying that, Panshi didn't even bother to pick up his mace, turned around and ran away.
Just kidding!
At least ten of the oak guards with silver strength are no match for him!
Even if the chief priest of the tribe comes, I'm afraid he will still be delivering food!
A group of orc mercenaries were stunned for a long time. They opened their mouths, and then turned their heads in unison, like scattered birds and beasts, and started running away for their lives...
At this moment, they have already forgotten about hunting, and there is only one thought in their minds, that is to escape...
The more Pan Shi thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became...
Why do oak guards still appear?
The crown prince has obviously died. This is a well-known thing in the Saigas continent!
Without the blessing of the true God, how could there still be an Oak Guard? !
No...
Could it be that...
Suddenly, an incredible idea emerged from the bottom of his heart. Somehow, the majestic and vicissitudes of the World Tree appeared in his mind...
"No...it can't be..."
At this moment, Panshi felt that his throat was dry and his whole body was cold.
Escape!
Escape quickly! Escape back to the tribe!
This matter must be reported to the priest!
If it is really what he thinks, then the Orc tribe will be in danger!
……
Basaka was extremely angry.
A moment ago, he received the oracle from the great Mother Nature.
Being able to dedicate his strength to the great crown prince, Oak Guard Basaka feels extremely excited.
However, when he came to the place designated by the Mother Goddess, he found that there was a group of ugly and evil orcs here!
What made him even more angry was that these orcs were hunting the children of the Mother Goddess!
Not only that, but when he heard that the evil orc dared to blaspheme the great mother of nature, Basaka's last reason collapsed instantly.
At the same time, the cold voice of the Mother Goddess also sounded in Basaka's mind again:
"Destroy them."
As if the last shackles were lifted, the oak guard became completely furious.
"Roar——"
A deafening roar startled countless birds in the forest.
"Those who blaspheme, die!"
Huge magic power mixed with a trace of sacred aura spread out around the oak guard. His body, which was already thirty meters high, turned out to be huge again. Basaka's eyes were red, and he instantly waved out a tree made of branches. Arms, a roar:
"War Sacrifice!"
The melodious chanting sounded, and his arms suddenly turned into rapidly growing branches and vines, like flying ropes, chasing countless fleeing orcs...
The vines were so fast that a dozen orcs were **** before they could escape a few steps...
"What is this? Let me go! Let me go!"
"Help! Lord Panshi, help me!"
"Monster! It's a monster! He's absorbing my life force...ah..."
"Ah...my legs! My legs!"
"..."
Listening to the countless pitiful howls coming from behind, the stone skin went numb.
Suddenly, a sense of crisis surged into my heart.
Panshi's heart thumped, and he hid to one side subconsciously. He saw a thick vine shooting through the place he just passed, which shocked him.
However, before he could relax, the vine rushed towards him again.
He gritted his teeth, took out the scimitar from his waist and slashed hard at the vines.
With the "clang" sound, the scimitar in his hand was broken into two pieces, but the vines were unscathed.
Under Pan Shi's dull and shocked gaze, the vines jumped up and tied him to death.
As he was bound, a terrifying attraction appeared on the vines. In Pan Shi's horrified eyes, he saw that his originally strong body was shrinking, his strength was getting weaker, and his vitality was rapidly draining away in just a few seconds. I’m getting older...
"War Sacrifice..."
His voice was old and dry, filled with infinite fear.
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The user can turn into a vine, absorb the target's vitality for his own use, and sacrifice part of the gained power to Mother Nature.
At the end of his consciousness, Panshi finally remembered this terrifying skill unique to the Furious Druid...
In the blink of an eye, the orc hunting team of more than 20 people was completely wiped out.
This series of turns occurred in less than ten seconds.
Alice, who was slumped on the ground, was stunned.
"Oak Guards...War Priests..."
Looking at the half-orcs who were turned into bones and ashes in the blink of an eye under the guarding vines of the oak tree, the elf girl murmured.
Suddenly, as if he realized something, two lines of crystal tears slowly flowed down his fair cheeks.
Alice suddenly raised her head, looking towards the direction of the World Tree with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. She was confused, expectant, fearful and ashamed:
"Mother Goddess, is it...you?"
A breeze blew...
Countless bright light green lights fell from the sky, extremely sacred and solemn.
The light had soft power, as if under some kind of instruction, rushing into Alice and Samir's bodies.
The elf girl's injuries caused by forcibly detonating the source recovered in an instant, and the old elf Samir's mangled body also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his consciousness slowly recovered...
Everything is like a miracle.
The old priest stood up tremblingly. He looked at the majestic oak guard with some disbelief, and at the injuries on his body with some disbelief. After realizing what had happened, he sat down on the ground again.
His lips are waxy, and his expression is expectant and a bit uneasy, as if he wants to believe in something, but also seems to be afraid that what he is experiencing is a futile dream...
Is this... is this true?
Can you believe it yourself?
Suddenly, a majestic and sacred voice resounded in the consciousness of the two of them...
"My name is Eve Yggdrasil."
The two bodies were shocked.
They looked at each other and saw fear and disbelief in each other's eyes, but it soon turned into endless surprise...
It’s the Mother Goddess!
It’s really the Mother Goddess!
He,
Back...
For a moment, Alice felt as if all the strength in her body had been taken away. Her body swayed and she couldn't help but fell to the ground, tears bursting down her face.
After hearing the sound, Samir opened his mouth slightly, his deep wrinkles trembled uncontrollably, and turbid tears fell like beads.
Samir, who was once the elder of the ethnic group, was crying like a child at this moment...
"Mother...Mother Goddess...is that you? Is it you!"
"Mother Goddess...are you back?"
"Are you... back?!"
The extinguished fire of faith burned again and soared into the sky.