Game of the World Tree Chapter 616: Are you all still alive? !

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The yellow sand is long and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Accompanied by bursts of loud eagle whistles, majestic griffins descended from the sky and landed outside the gates of Sandstorm City.

Then, each short figure jumped lightly from behind the griffin.

That turned out to be well-equipped dwarves.

They looked at the city gate in the distance, their expressions full of curiosity.

On the strongest side of the dwarves, there is a golden griffin that is larger and more majestic than the other companions.

After the golden griffon came to a stop, two figures, one large and one small, jumped easily from the griffin's back to the ground.

No, maybe it’s not appropriate to say one big and one small.

Because even the taller one is quite short compared to the surrounding elves who are curiously watching the dwarf team.

These are also two dwarves, one is taller and the other is younger.

The older dwarf is an upright man in his prime, with a thick beard and a black roll hanging on the back of his head. Although the armor on his body is simple, you can tell at a glance that it is not made of ordinary material.

The young dwarf looks quite cute and his clothes are very gorgeous. He is looking at the tall city gate in front of him with his eyes wide open, curiously and excitedly.

After the two jumped to the ground, all the other dwarves stood respectfully behind them, forming a loyal guard.

The older dwarf first gave instructions to the dwarf warrior beside him about the placement of the gryphon, then looked at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, the dragon is not here..."

Then he looked at the young man beside him and said with a gentle smile:

"Your Excellency, we are here, this is Sandstorm City."

After hearing what the older dwarf said, the young dwarf’s eyes lit up.

"Sandstorm City! This is Sandstorm City! Grandpa Tongluo, can we go to the Elf Forest through here?"

He asked excitedly.

"Of course, with the help of the Elf Teleportation Array, we will arrive soon."

The older dwarf said cheerfully.

The older dwarf is naturally the legendary warrior Copperfurnace with the title of "Sky Knight".

What appeared here was the envoy from the Dwarf Kingdom.

Three days have passed since the end of the Seal War, and this time, the Copper Furnace will represent the dwarf kingdom and lead a formal envoy group to visit the elves again.

Different from the last emergency request for help, this time the Copper Furnace will officially visit the Elf Forest on behalf of the kingdom, participate in the elves’ festivals, and formally propose an alliance to the elves.

This is the instruction of the dwarf pope and the meaning of the current king of the dwarf kingdom.

In these days of seal war, the dwarf kingdom has clearly seen the power and friendliness of the elves.

Faced with such a race, no one is willing to release goodwill and establish friendship.

In response, the king of the dwarf kingdom even sent his only prince as one of the envoys to show that he attached great importance to the matter.

Looking at the familiar city gate in front of him, thinking about the instructions of the Pope and the King before coming, Tongluo's expression became more and more solemn.

And when he saw the elves coming and going at the city gate, his eyes gradually took on a hint of sadness.

He thought again of the battles of the past few days and the fearless sacrifices of the Elf Chosen Ones...

"Just a few days later, although the scenery remains the same, the people have changed."

He sighed slightly.

Although the war is over.

Although the statue of the Goddess of Life has also shattered and dissipated after completing its goal.

But that fierce battle seemed to have happened yesterday, and everything about it was still vivid in my mind.

Until now, Bronze Furnace is still a little dazed from time to time, feeling unreal about the disappearance of the evil god's seal that has affected the dwarf kingdom for thousands of years and directly led to the gradual decline of the dwarf race.

After a little emotion, Tongluo waved to the fellow soldiers:

"Let's go into the city."

After hearing the order from the copper furnace, the dwarves looked solemn, lined up in an orderly queue, and walked towards the city gate.

The goal of the dwarf team is large and eye-catching.

Before they entered the city, they quickly attracted the attention of the city gate guards.

They were two tall elves, wearing silver armor.

After seeing the dwarf team, they asked gently but vigilantly:

"Dwarf friends, where are you from and why do you want to enter the city?"

After hearing what the elf said, Tongluo looked at them strangely.

I don’t know why, but he always feels that these elves give him a different feeling...

How should I put it? It seems a little too stable, and there is no enthusiasm as expected.

He still remembers the warm reception given by the elves when he first entered Sandstorm City!

Well, that’s not quite accurate.

To be honest, stability and moderate enthusiasm were Tongluo’s original impression of the elves.

It's just that the exchanges with the chosen elves these days have already subverted his understanding of elves. At this moment, meeting these relatively "normal" ones makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Of course, Tonglu didn't know that the elf in front of him was actually the real elf.

The ones before were just players.

As the number of elves increases, players have gradually given up on the drudgery of standing guard.

Nowadays, the guards in various elf cities are basically hired elf NPCs.

Sandstorm City also officially handed over the work two days ago, with real elves maintaining city security.

Showing a friendly smile, the copper furnace explained its purpose to the elf guard.

After learning the purpose of the dwarves' visit, the two elf guards quickly became enthusiastic.

They actually knew about the Chosen One's support for the Dwarf Kingdom.

Especially after there is a "live broadcast" in a tavern.

However, before the two elf guards could invite the dwarf team into the city, a large group of elves got wind of the situation and came out with gorgeously equipped elves.

They surrounded the dwarf team, looked at the copper furnace, and greeted each other enthusiastically:

"Mr. Tongluo, why are you here?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Tongluo!"

These are naturally the players who move after hearing the NPC.

Looking at the enthusiastic smiling faces, Tonglu couldn't help but smile.

Finally... got that taste back.

He saw many familiar figures among these elves, all of whom were chosen elves who had participated in the Seal War.

Having the experience of fighting side by side before, Tongluo now feels quite friendly when seeing them.

However, when he glanced at the elves, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Unfortunately, some figures can never be seen after all.

That innocent elf girl will never be seen again.

"This visit to the Elf Forest happened to bring up the monument to the higher-ups of the Elf clan, asking them to provide a list of the Chosen Ones who died in the Seal War..."

"Those heroes must be remembered and cannot be forgotten!"

Sighing secretly, Tongluo's eyes gradually became firm.

He adjusted his mood and explained the reason to the new elf.

For a time, the elves became more enthusiastic and rushed to recommend themselves as guides.

Tonglu was very moved by this.

Surrounded by the elves, the dwarf team quickly entered Sandstorm City.

The alarmed Sandstorm City Lord Thranduil soon appeared and personally received the envoys.

Of course, Sandstorm City is just a transit point.

The final destination of the envoy's trip is the Forest of Elves.

Therefore, after just a short rest, the dwarves, guided by the elves, walked towards the teleportation array leading to the Dark Mountains...

"The teleportation array is really a great magic. I really hope that one day our dwarf kingdom can also use it."

Standing in front of the teleportation array in Sandstorm City, Tongluo looked sad.

The teleportation circle is a very advanced and common magic for the residents of the world of Segas.

However, for most races, the teleportation arrays they use are generally short-distance magic arrays.

As for large-scale remote teleportation arrays like Sandstorm City, they are actually quite rare.

On the one hand, magic materials are scarce, and on the other hand, maintenance costs are relatively high.

Of course, the core problem is that the magic circle is not smart enough.

Only the elves, as a magical race, have teleportation magic with relatively low establishment and maintenance costs.

"This is all the work of the Chosen Ones. If the Dwarf Kingdom needs it, we can also assist in establishing relevant magic circles in the Dwarf Kingdom."

Thrandil smiled slightly.

Tonglu looked happy:

"That's great. When I go back, I will report this matter to His Majesty the King and strengthen cooperation with you!"

He exchanged a few words with Thranduil, and then led the other dwarf warriors into the teleportation circle.

However, before stepping into the magic circle, the copper furnace's peripheral vision inadvertently spotted a few familiar figures in the distance.

Those were several well-equipped elves.

To be more precise, they are the Elf Chosen Ones who participated in the Seal War.

However, the moment Tongluo saw them, his eyes widened with an expression of shock.

Because if he did not admit his mistake, they seemed to be several chosen elves that he had witnessed die in battle!

He will definitely not remember it wrong, because in his impression, the death of those chosen elves was quite miserable.

Beheading was a normal operation. One of them he remembered was even torn into pieces by the demon lord...

When Tongluo wanted to identify it carefully, the teleportation circle had already bloomed with radiance, blocking his sight.

The space is reversed and the field of view changes.

After the transmission, Tongluo looked at the strange scene in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said with a wry smile:

"Maybe I saw it wrong. How could a dead person still appear..."

The teleported location is behind a valley.

Tongluo identified it and thought that this place should belong to the territory of the Dark Mountain Range.

Surrounding the magic circle is a small elf stronghold, which seems to have been established spontaneously, with various stalls.

When the dwarf envoys arrived, more and more Elf Chosen Ones came to watch after getting the news.

However, the copper furnace did not stay too much. Instead, it teleported again with the team and arrived at the next location, the former capital of elf manufacturing-Rivendell.

The distance from the Death Desert to the Elf Forest is still too far.

Even if there is a remote teleportation circle, it still needs such constant turnover.

However, through turnover, Tongluo has a deeper understanding of the development of elves.

Take Rivendell as an example. He had passed through this lost city of the elves when he was young. At that time, he was still an adventurer and remembered that it was just a desolate ruin.

However, after being teleported here, Copper Furnace was surprised to find that the ruins had disappeared and were replaced by a vibrant canyon city.

Of course, if you look carefully, you will find that there are still many traces of ruins in various parts of the city, but overall, the entire city has become full of vitality again.

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The rumbling workshops and furnaces, as well as the mine carts traveling in the mine tunnels, all indicate that this once lost city has awakened again.

However, what surprised Copper Furnace the most was not the great changes in Rivendell.

What surprised Tongluo the most was the orcs walking in the mine, pushing carts filled with ore, or busying themselves with iron pickaxes!

And faintly, Tongluo can still hear the conversation between them:

"You trash! Hurry up and work! Can you bear the responsibility for delaying Lord Elf's affairs?!"

"Whoever does it fast and well today will get meat to eat!"

It was an orc holding a whip.

When he was yelling at other half-orcs, there were also voices from the half-orcs opposite:

"Okay, Master Shalu!"

Copper furnace:......

Looking at this scene, this experienced legendary warrior was stunned.

"How come there are so few orcs in the Death Desert? Were they all brought here by the elves to work as miners?! And... they seem quite happy?!"

"They are actually able to subdue the orcs. The elves today... are really powerful."

Tonglu sighed.

"Mr. Copper Furnace, the next stop... is the entrance to the Elf Forest, the Black Dragon Castle. After we get there, we will teleport again and we will reach the final destination - Feileng Cui."

Thrandil's mellow and gentle voice sounded, drawing Copper Furnace's attention back.

Tongluo nodded, thought for a while and asked:

"I heard from the Chosen Ones... It seems that the core city of the elves now is not Feileng Cui, but a newly established city... What does it seem to be called, the Chosen City?"

Thrandil smiled slightly and explained:

"Yes, the Chosen City is the new holy city of our elves, but... the Chosen City is not in the real world. It is located in the alien space opened under the goddess's crown. Only the elves can enter. ”

"As for Feilengcui, although it is no longer a holy city, it is still the central city of our elves. It is also the place where we hold various activities and receive friends."

"So that's it."

The copper stove was slightly stunned.

He glanced at Rivendell curiously a few more times, and then under the guidance of Thranduil, he stepped into the new teleportation circle.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came again, and the vision dimmed for a while, then suddenly brightened again.

When the sight in front of him was restored, Tonglu found himself in a castle hall.

Outside the hall, there was still a loud roar of dragons.

"Dragon?"

There was a hint of commotion in the dwarf team.

"Don't panic, that's Mr. Merrill. Mr. Copperfurnace should have seen it before. It's the black dragon of our elves guarding Sandstorm City."

"Tomorrow is the Harvest Festival, and Lord Merrill was also invited to participate in the celebration, so he has now returned to the Elf Forest, and the Black Dragon Castle itself is its lair on the edge of the Elf Forest."

Thrandil explained warmly.

After hearing his words, the dwarf warriors looked surprised, and they were all surprised and admired that the elves were able to subdue the unruly black dragon.

The copper furnace looks much lighter.

As an old comrade, I have seen a lot.

But at this moment, a crisp and exciting voice suddenly sounded, causing the copper furnace to break down instantly:

"Mr. Tongluo, you are here!"

That's Xiao Xianmiao in a cool mage robe.

Seeing the elf girl, Tongluo's eyes widened with an expression of seeing an evil god:

"Your Excellency Xiaoxianmiao?!"

"You, you, you, you...haven't you already died in the battle?!"

His voice stuttered.

Xianmiao was not the only elf who came to the dwarf team.

Behind her, there are a considerable number of followers.

When Tongluo saw the familiar figures, his eyes, which were already wide open, became even wider.

Because these people... many of them were killed in the Seal War.

Moreover, each one died more miserably than the other.

"You...you are all still alive?!"

The copper stove is completely messy.