This … this …
Nightingale was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.
She clearly remembered that when she left the day before yesterday, the Rock Cave Tribe was still prosperous. How did it become like this now?
This … was this really done by Blockhead and his companions?
The answer was obvious.
Because in the distance, Nightingale could see some tall figures shuttling back and forth in the ruins.
They were elves, and their equipment was worse than what Nightingale had seen before. Some of them only had simple hemp robes and wooden armor.
These elves wandered around the ruins, picking and choosing as if they were looking for something …
Occasionally, she could see some elves excitedly digging through the ruins, finding some scrap metal and bringing it to a magic array not far away.
Nightingale was speechless.
She vaguely recognized that it seemed to be a sacrificial magic array.
These elves were sacrificing to the mysterious existence?
Wait … weren't the things they sacrificed trash?!
Hey, hey, hey … That thing you put in there is a rusty half of a kitchen knife!
She widened her eyes.
This … oh my god!
Weren't they afraid of attracting the wrath of the mysterious existence?!
However, the magic array flashed, and the thing disappeared …
Nightingale was speechless.
Uh … huh?
This … was … accepted?
Her eyes were a little dull.
Because she was not familiar with some of the sacrificial inscriptions of the World Tree, Nightingale did not recognize that it was Eve's sacrificial magic array.
Those elves picking up scraps were actually low-level players who did not make it to the battle of the Orc Tribe.
Although they missed the loot, they still sneaked over to see if other players picked up the leftovers and sacrificed them to the goddess to earn some pitiful contribution points …
Nightingale could not help but take a few more glances, and then she heard Salty Meow's voice.
"Sister Nightingale, get ready to go. We're going to Jade Lengcui."
Jade Lengcui …
Nightingale's eyes narrowed.
Jade Lengcui was once the holy land of the elves.
However, Nightingale had left the Elven Forest for as long as she could remember, and she only heard that the elves' holy city had long been reduced to ruins.
After hesitating for a moment, she nodded and followed Salty Meow with her brothers and sisters.
She was now more and more curious about these strange elves …
Vaguely, she already believed their words.
To be able to destroy the Grotto Tribe with the support of a True God … Perhaps there really was a True God behind them!
But at the same time, she had even more doubts in her heart.
These clansmen … where did they come from?
Furthermore … their personalities …
How should he put it? Although it wasn't evil when he thought about it carefully, it was too weird.
They were a bit like humans. They seemed to have the cunning of humans, but they were not as hypocritical as humans. Instead, they acted very realistically.
They would subconsciously reveal all the emotions in their hearts … and would not disguise their feelings.
The way they walked was also very strange. They liked to jump, climb high, and climb low. In any case, they would walk wherever it was difficult to walk. They just didn't like to walk on the path that was easy to walk on …
Oh, right! Greedy, they were extremely greedy! It wasn't because he was greedy for money, but because he liked all kinds of materials and equipment!
Their sense of beauty was also somewhat strange. They seemed to like shiny weapons and clothes. Anyway, Nightingale observed that most of them were dressed very luxuriously.
In addition, they were very cruel and merciless when facing their enemies!
But when it came to their own people, especially Nightingale and the others, they were completely different. Their fawning attitude even made Nightingale somewhat uncomfortable.
But what was even more puzzling was that they looked very happy!
Very happy!
Nightingale swore that she had never met such optimistic and positive elves!
They … what were they happy about? They were always cheerful …
They were happy when they deceived humans, they were happy when they killed humans, and they were even happier when they divided the spoils …
Even when they saw the ruins of Rivendell, they were very happy, as if they had found a treasure.
These strange fellows seemed to be full of curiosity about everything around them. Everything could arouse their interest.
Even the elves who were far away picking up scraps in the ruins of the Rock Tribe were also very happy. This was completely beyond Nightingale's understanding …
In any case … this was definitely not how elves should be!
Where did they get so much energy?
Were they not tired?
Were they stimulated by something?
Or … were they always like this?
Right, I just heard Blockhead say … that they were summoned by the True God?
What kind of existence were they?
Nightingale's heart became more and more puzzled.
With doubts, Nightingale once again passed through the transmission array and arrived at the legendary Jade Lengcui.
The surrounding light dissipated, and this time, Nightingale found herself in an open square.
Looking at the renovated buildings around her, she was slightly surprised:
"This … this is The Holy City Emerald?"
What appeared in front of her was not the ruins she had imagined, but a renovated elven city!
Of course, it could not be said that it was completely renovated, because further away, she could still see traces of the ruins.
But with the square as the center of a large area, it already looked like a city.
And what made Nightingale's eyes light up was that she saw other elves!
That's right, elves!
Nightingale could guarantee that these elves were the elves she knew should be!
They were red-haired elves, and their faces were brimming with hopeful smiles. One by one, they shuttled back and forth between the city, busy, still repairing this ancient Holy City.
Their clothes were not as gorgeous as those strange elves, but they were simple and elegant, painted with exquisite patterns unique to elves.
In addition, their temperament was very unique, and Nightingale could distinguish them with a glance.
"This is … the Raging Flame Tribe?"
Looking at their hair color, Nightingale guessed.
In addition, she also noticed that in front of almost every elderly red-haired elf, there would be a few elves with strange clothes.
They were very respectful to the elderly red-haired elf, and Nightingale felt like deja vu. Whenever the elderly elf asked them to do something, they would be very happy and full of enthusiasm.
"Strange … strange guys …"
Nightingale muttered.
At this time, an elderly red-haired elf surrounded by a group of people came to Nightingale.
Nightingale noticed some patterns on the other party's clothes, and saw some patterns that symbolized the tribe's patriarch.
This is … the patriarch of the Raging Flame Tribe?
Nightingale's heart skipped a beat.
The person who came to greet her was Philosil Raging Flame. She looked at the vigilant and curious Nightingale and smiled:
"I haven't seen a child of the Dark Shadow Tribe for a long time. Child, I am the patriarch of the Raging Flame Tribe, Philosil, welcome home! "
It really is the Raging Flame Tribe …
Nightingale was a little surprised.
She first bowed reservedly, and then introduced herself:
"Hello … Hello. My name is Nightingale Shadow, and beside me are my younger brothers and sisters … "
Feloxel nodded. Her gaze swept over the young Elf's frail body and dirty clothes. She sighed and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to let you go.
"You … have suffered."
After saying that, her expression suddenly became pious.
"But … everything is over, and Mother Goddess has returned. Welcome home! We will start all over again! "
She turned around, bowed slightly in the direction of the World Tree, and solemnly drew a tree symbol on her chest.
This symbol again!
Nightingale was a little surprised.
But at this moment, she completely believed in the fact that the Elven True God had returned!
If those strange elves still made her suspicious, then the appearance of the Raging Flame Tribe was definitely not an illusion!
"Miss Nightingale."
At this time, Nightingale heard another unfamiliar voice.
She turned around and saw a smiling black-haired elf.
He was wearing a set of excellent Druid equipment, and his manners were decent.
It was Li Mu.
Li Mu bowed to Nightingale and said:
"Lady Alice wants to see you."
"Alice?"
Nightingale was a little puzzled.
"Alice Gale. She is the great World Tree — Goddess Eve Yuktrahir's representative on earth, the Saintess of Nature … She is waiting for you in the Temple of Nature in the City of Heaven's Chosen. "
Li Mu replied.
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