Game of the World Tree Chapter 91: The Dragon’s Blockade

www.lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapters of the World Tree game!

After hearing Samir's words, the members of the Lieyan Tribe hesitated for a moment.

A trembling old elf reluctantly touched the luggage in his hand and opened a corner, revealing thick and ancient books engraved with gorgeous patterns.

His voice was bitter:

"These...these are all paper classics that we desperately brought out from the Elf Forest. They are the inheritance of the elves for thousands of years. If we leave them behind, then the elves..."

Samir gave him a complicated look and sighed:

"The Mother Goddess has returned, and civilization can continue, but if all the elves die, there will be nothing."

Feilosil touched the thick genealogy of the Lieyan tribe that he carried, and muddy tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"Alas..."

She sighed, and under the unbelievable gazes of the old elves, she ruthlessly threw the heavy genealogy that had been passed down by the Lieyan clan for thousands of years and recorded the countless history and glory of the tribe on the ground...

"Clan...Clan leader!"

Several old elves were shocked.

Filosil glanced at them and released the aura of superior black iron from his body...

For a while, all the old elves fell silent and looked at her pleadingly.

Filoxil avoided their gazes, and his voice was as cold as iron, with an aura that could not be refuted:

"History is written by civilization, and the carrier of silver civilization is the elves themselves after all. If we can't even protect ourselves, these classics... don't forget it!"

"Look at the children in the tribe! We still have a future, we still have hope! We have lived a life of wandering and we can no longer let them live like us!"

After speaking, she ordered loudly in an old voice:

"Everyone, drop your burdens and dry food, carry only weapons, and protect the children to break through at full speed!"

Seeing that the respected old patriarch was like this, the elves hesitated for a moment, and then they all made up their minds and threw their luggage on the ground.

For a while, there were some wailing in the crowd.

The old elves drew their weapons with red eyes, looked sadly at the luggage on the ground, and roared:

"Breakout! Let's break out!"

Countless magical brilliance bloomed from their bodies.

Although these old elves who have survived to this day are already very old, they were also once the most powerful warriors of the elves!

Looking at the tribesmen who turned their grief into strength, Feluosil actually felt a little dazed for a moment.

She seems to have returned to the days when she led the elven army and desperately broke out of the elven forest under the obstruction of the allied forces of humans, orcs and half-dragons...

Taking a deep breath, she raised her flaming staff that had been passed down for thousands of years:

"Friends, let's go! Let's go home!"

Dazzling magic light was released from the staff, and the plants in front suddenly gave way to a path.

Three-ring magic, [Jungle Command].

More than two hundred elves began to change formations, and all the old elves came to the outermost perimeter, with elf warriors and elf rangers as the vanguard, and mages, druids, and elf archers as the backing.

The young men carried the young elves on their backs and protected them in the middle of the team.

"Charge!"

They shouted and charged along the path opened by the clan leader.

After they left, the plants closed again, blocking the original road.

"No! Those elves want to break out!"

The expression of the orc scout who had been watching in the distance changed, and he quickly blew the horn again.

The orc team hidden in the Elf Forest also began to act under the guidance of the horn.

"Those scouts are delivering messages, kill them!"

Hearing the scout's horn, Samir's expression changed and he shouted at the elf hunter in the team.

A few elf hunters were hesitant, and they habitually aimed at each other's limbs.

At this time, an old elf grabbed the bow, aimed at the orc scout and shot it...

The arrow arrived in an instant and accurately pierced the orc's throat.

Exchange good books and follow the vx official account. [Book Friends Base Camp]. Follow now and get cash red envelopes!

Then, the old elf looked at the hunters and said with red eyes:

"It's time to stop being kind! Think about how they have treated us over the years! Is your precise archery just for target practice?!"

"Even if killing will cause us to fall into **** after death, we must fight to find a way out for the Flame Tribe!"

After hearing his words, a trace of shame flashed across the faces of several elf hunters.

But soon, their expressions became determined, and they all raised their bows and arrows.

The main force of the orcs finally intercepted the elves of the Flame Tribe under the guidance of the horn.

Nearly a hundred fully armed orcs rushed out of the forest. With the blessing of the priest's magic, their bodies shone with the light of divine power, blocking the way forward for the elves.

At the same time, more orcs came from further away in the forest.

"Leave no old elves alive, capture all the female and young elves alive!"

In the orc team, the priest leading the team shouted.

"Humph!"

Samir snorted coldly, and powerful magic power continued to gather in his body.

Accepting Eve's divine favor, he has become a level 41 silver lower natural priest.

But in fact, he also has another profession——

Druid.

While the Nature Priest profession was being promoted, his Druid profession also received feedback and was also promoted to the lower rank of Silver!

This is also the real reason why Eve chose to let him find the elves!

In order to protect the secret of the Mother Goddess, Samir does not plan to use divine magic easily, but the magic unique to druids can be used.

With the rising and falling spells, countless thick vines emerged from the soil, entangling the orcs who rushed up.

"Intermediate Druid!"

Among the orcs, the priest let out a strange cry, causing the entire team to lose momentum.

Intermediate level...that is already a silver existence.

In the entire cave tribe, only the chief priest has this strength!

For a while, the orcs were a little confused.

The old elves at the front of the team were refreshed. They drew their weapons and seized the opportunity to chop down the unlucky orcs to the ground.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the elves did not kill all the orcs. As long as they lose their fighting power, they will no longer hunt them down...

Kindness...

It is the glory of the elves and the sorrow of the elves.

Samir's magic is like a subversive weight thrown into the scale of war.

Powerful controlling magic was cast, and the half-orcs' fighting power almost instantly increased. Facing the desperate elves, they, who were good at hand-to-hand combat, were defeated in an instant.

However, even with the strength of Silver, Samir cannot control all the orcs.

Many orcs still rushed in and fought with the elves.

As soon as the battle started, the gap became apparent.

The old elves are older after all, while the orcs are mostly young.

They already had the upper hand in terms of physique and energy, and they also received orders to kill all the old elves. Therefore... in just a moment, several old elves fell.

Looking at the clansmen who died in the battle, Philosil’s eyes turned red.

Every old elf alive to this day is her comrade-in-arms.

And every old elf who has experienced a long time has also mastered countless knowledge...

If placed in peaceful times, every elder would be the most precious existence of the ethnic group.

But now, they have to fight for the future of the ethnic group.

Filosil closed his eyes and opened them again.

She turned her grief into strength, continuously applying magic shields to the tribesmen in front, while roaring:

"Kill! Let's get out!"

The death of the old elves was not without effect, they also consumed the power of the orcs.

In their desperate efforts, they actually tore open the encirclement!

Seeing the forest ahead, Samir's eyes lit up and he shouted:

"We are going to break through successfully! Everyone, work harder, get out of the battle quickly, and don't get entangled with the orcs!"

After speaking, he glanced at the injured old people in the team, gritted his teeth and said:

"The elderly and the wounded... stay behind!"

After speaking, he said to Philosil:

"Filosil, you lead the tribe to break out, and I will stay to help the queen!"

Filosil's eyes narrowed and he wanted to say something, but when he saw Samir's firm gaze, he finally nodded:

"You...must follow."

After speaking, she raised her staff and shouted again:

"Breakout!"

Then she took the remaining tribesmen and moved on.

The face of the priest hidden in the orc team changed:

"No! They are about to break out! Hurry! Summon Lord Merrill quickly! We can't let them break out!"

The orc on the side received the order and quickly took out a horn and blew it into the sky:

"Woo——"

The sound of the trumpet was so loud that it spread far and wide...

And soon, countless birds flew out of the forest. They seemed to be frightened in some way and began to flee in all directions.

"Rua——"

An excited neighing sound came from the sky.

"What sound?"

The elves immediately became extremely vigilant.

However, before they even raised their heads, a huge pressure descended on the scene.

Including the orcs, everyone trembled involuntarily for a moment.

A huge shadow enveloped the elves who broke out.

Filoxil slowly raised his head.

She saw a terrifying behemoth!

The ferocious appearance, the black scales, the skull-like head, and the iconic spikes and horns on the top of the head...

In an instant, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she couldn’t help but scream:

"Black... black dragon!"

Black dragon!

Of all the dragons in the world of Segas——

The most violent and despicable, the most evil and brutal, and the most notorious existence!