Game of the World Tree

▪️This Dragon Will Never Be a Slave

These chosen ones won’t ever die!

When those young elves whom they have witnessed died in the battle reappeared right in front of the Rageblaze Clan’s elves, these natives expressions were particularly comical.

However, instead of anger at being deceived, they breathed a sigh of relief instead.

As Alice had said, even though these chosen ones had some peculiar bad habits, the Rageblaze Clan’s elves were still grateful to them nonetheless. contemporary romance

Perhaps it’s because the players left a good first impression upon the Rageblaze clansmen.

However to those players whom had clearly staged tragic fake dramas ended up receiving varying degrees of decrease in their favorability points.

Especially the reckless ones like Demacia…

Seeing Ael’s affection for him swiftly dropping down from ‘Intimacy’ to merely ‘Like’ he was so green that he followed the little elf shota around , apologizing profusely whilst trying to appease him…

Later on, the elves came to the square of the Novice Elven Town through the teleportation array.

When their field of view changed and they saw such lush and exotic surroundings all around them, all the indigenous elves couldn’t help but to exclaim,

“Oh dear Goddess, What a beautiful little town! The style of these buildings…Why I have never seen such a thing before!”

“It’s a bit like human architecture isn’t it, but it feels more delicate and closer to nature!”

“That wooden loft and platform are so beautiful! And those gardens made of stones and ponds have an indescribable splendor to it…”

Every elf is a natural born artist.

And the Novice Elven Town carefully created by the players undoubtedly had proven such fact.

Especially after Eve have recovered from her quasi-death state, the wooden buildings in the town regained their vigor and vitality, making the structures look more like plant houses in fairy tales yet still retaining the style and charm of the original buildings.

This designs is very consistent with the aesthetics of the native elves.

Listening to the elves’ praises, Alice explained:

“This is the Novice Town, or… the City of the Chosen Ones! It was built by all the chosen ones personally and also the home of them.”

After speaking, she then pointed at the stone monument standing in the center of the square:

“See it? The names of all the chosen ones who participated in the construction of this town are engraved upon that monument, but… it’s carved in a mysterious script that only the chosen ones can understand.”

The town was built by the chosen ones?

The Rageblaze elves were awestruck to hear this fact.

They looked at the players whom were actively everywhere in the town which are constantly gathering here and there, then their expressions changed yet again.

Philothea drew a symbol of the mother of nature on her chest and exclaimed,

“It seems… they are not only fine brave warriors, but also such noble artistsans as well!”

And Samuel paused for a realization as his expression turned shocked:

“W-Wait..Alice, you said that the town was built by the chosen ones, which means… they built such a large town in just a few months?”

Alice looked at the frolicking players and nodded:

“That’s right.”

Having received such confirmation, the elves of the Rageblaze Clan exclaimed once again in amazement.

With the existence of magic, it wasn’t really that difficult for the elves to build a city.

But if they wanted to build a town that was like a work of art, with such a variety of styles then it would still be very difficult.

At the same time, they were once again mesmerized by the sheer wisdom of their mother goddess.

Only their god…could gain the loyalty of such brave warriors, right?

“The holy land! This…is definitely the mother goddess’s new holy land!”

An elderly elf exclaimed with excitement.

And when the native elves looked up and saw the towering world tree, their expressions became even more fanatical.

Especially the elders.

Unlike the young elves who had never seen the world tree before with their own eyes, these elders had seen the prior form of the world tree, but at that time the world tree was already withered and dying.

But now, the world tree was full of life!

The lush green leaves covered the branches, brimming with vitality.

Even standing in the square, the elves could feel the vibrant energy emanating from the world tree, as well as the faint sacred aura within it.

They showed devout and pious expressions then knelt down one after another:

“Praise nature! Praise life! Praise the great spirit ruler!”

“Goddess, we… have finally returned!”

As they worshiped, the World Tree began to emitted a faint halo.

Green firefly-like lights spread out as it slowly drifts all around carried by a soft breeze, once again turning the square into a viridian fantasy-like environment.

At the same time, a misty and ethereal hymn was faintly heard, and all the elves felt their hearts soften in an instant with their whole bodies and mind relaxed just like never before.

Welcome home.

Within their consciousness, a majestic and friendly female voice resonated. For a moment, all the elves bowed their heads again, with reverence and excited expressions.

Then, the goddess’s voice echoed in their minds again:

The Rageblaze Clan… will settle in Florence and rebuild the city with the help of the willing Chosen Ones.

Upon hearing the divine mandate, all the Rageblaze Clan elves answered fervently and respectfully:

“We shall comply with the goddess’s mandate!”

After worshiping the World Tree, the elves of the Rageblaze clan then returned to Florence in an orderly fashion.

From then on, Florence would be their new home.

However, the captive black dragon, Meryer, was still left behind. This little black dragon had been stunned when he was transported to the elven town:

“A Tree… so tall… such a big tree!”

Due to some special reasons, the dragon’s inheritance was not complete wthin its mind, so the little guy did not immediately recognize the World Tree in front of it as the once infamous God tree in the legends.

However, it sensed the enormous and terrifying pressure from the other party…

Dragons were very sensitive to mana.

In just a moment, Meryer realized that this was a terrifying entity whose strength had reached the pinnacle peak of a true god.

“Great… ancient god… this is definitely an old god!”

It shuddered whilst recalling the majestic voice it had heard.

Great Old Ones…

That is an existence that is rarer and more terrifying than the majority of true gods living in the Heavenly realm! Only a selected few could reach such pinnacle.

“Oh my lord! Is this Old Ancestral God reawakening here in Saigües!?”

As Meryer was deeply shocked within its heart, the divine infused rope tied onto its body then disappeared as that terrible voice whispered in its mind again:

I’ll give you a choice — serve me.

Meryer: …

Is that a choice or more like an order?!

The black dragon’s face quickly turns aggrieved with indignation.

It was a noble dragon, the longest-lived gold race that even gods are wary of! Their kind won’t just easily submit to anyone.

This is the pride of dragons!

The black dragon raised its head and shouted in a childish voice:

“Dragons…will never be enslaved! Even if I die, I will never surrender to you!”

After speaking, Meryer found that the other party fell silent.

It then suddenly felt a little uneasy…

After a moment, that voice that made it nervous and palpitate sounded in its mind, with a hint of teasing:

Alright then…

“Since you’re not willing to serve, then die.”

“Black dragon is full of treasures, its scales can be used to make armor, dragon blood can be used to make magic arrays and inscriptions, and can also cultivate dragon-blooded warriors. Dragon meat is the most high-end ingredient that can improve the physique of secular creatures. As for the dragon heart and dragon crystal, they are even more useful…even the dragon soul can be trained into the soul of a bone dragon undead, which can be combined with dragon bones… “

“Well…thinking about it, mayhaps a corpse is not bad thing either.”

Meryer : …

What a wicked god!

This is definitely an old evil god!

The little black dragon shivered as tears welled up in its eyes.

“I…I surrender…”

Its voice sounded very aggrieved.

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