Golden leaves flew with the cool autumn wind, and the green City of Heaven's Chosen was dyed with a layer of orange.
Players were busy shuttling through the city, carrying all kinds of goods and building materials. Some were fully armed, and they were frequently active in the wild and in Instance Dungeons.
Four days had passed since the start of the new version of "Elf Kingdom."
And more than half a month had passed in the world of Segers.
With the arrival of the summer activities and the news of the Half-Orc army, the entire Elf Forest was filled with a sense of urgency.
The chilly autumn wind also made the forest seem more bleak.
The only thing that didn't change was the thousand-meter-tall World Tree. It was still full of vitality, full of green, and exuded a sacred and natural aura. It dyed the nearby area with a layer of vitality, as warm as spring.
Nightingale carried the lunch box and walked on the streets of the City of Heaven's Chosen.
"Achoo —!"
A gust of cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but sneeze coldly.
She sniffed with her reddened nose and slightly tightened the thin clothes on her body.
Suddenly, a thick fur coat flew over and directly covered her head, wrapping her somewhat petite body.
Nightingale subconsciously wrapped it up. At the same time, she looked back and saw that it was Lunch Box and his combat team.
"It's cold, so wear more. This is a return gift for the recent breakfast."
Lunch Box looked at the fur coat and said.
Nightingale was slightly startled. She touched the soft and fine fur on the coat, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
However, she quickly reacted. She coughed twice and asked, "What's the matter?
"Where did you get it?"
"The mercenary's goods."
Without waiting for Lunch Box to answer, the player Calabash on the side laughed and interrupted.
Nightingale raised her eyebrows, glared at him, and looked at Lunch Box from head to toe.
This Heaven's Chosen One, who was passionate about fighting, was carrying a huge backpack with his companions. They were fully armed.
Nightingale noticed that Lunch Box's equipment seemed to have changed. The upper body armor and the shoes on his feet seemed to be more exquisite.
And … the aura on his body seemed to be faintly stronger.
"Are you going to the Underground World to fight the shadow monsters again?"
Nightingale asked curiously.
Lunch Box nodded slightly.
Then, he waved to his team members and continued to walk out of the city.
"What a battle maniac …"
Nightingale shook her head as she watched the boxed lunch leave.
She tightened the coat around her and felt a lot warmer …
…
Fei Lengcui, Divine Nature Palace.
The players of the Mengmeng Committee carried a huge, slightly crude hexahedron-like device and moved it carefully …
"Be gentle! Slow down! It wasn't easy to make this defensive device. Be careful and don't break it! "
On the side, the old elf blacksmith, Carlos Blaze, held a design blueprint, widened his eyes, and commanded while blowing his beard.
"Grandpa Carlos, the inscription tools are here!"
Just as the elderly Elf was instructing the gamers to set up the device, a clear voice sounded.
Hearing this familiar voice, the old elf's stern eyes softened a lot.
He turned around and saw a female player carrying a large bag walk into the temple. It was the Chosen One disciple he was most proud of — Meng Han.
Carlos smiled gently.
"Hmm … not bad. In a while, you will help the others with the final inscription carving work. Connect the defensive device to the statue of Mother Goddess, just like I taught you before. Inscription carving … this is the most important part of the magic equipment manufacturing. "
The female player nicknamed Meng Han was happy, but she soon hesitated.
"But … I'm not very proficient yet."
"Don't worry, I'll guide you from the side."
Carlos gave her an encouraging look. Then, under the envious eyes of the other players, he patted her shoulder and said gently, "Your foundation is very solid.
"Your basic knowledge is already very solid. Once you are completely proficient in engraving runes, you can forge the most basic magic equipment."
"Maybe you can't make big ones, but you can make some small pendants, or some apprentice-level or even simple low-level black iron magic equipment. In your words, it's at least a rare blue level equipment. "
Meng Han's eyes lit up when she heard this.
She smiled sweetly, put down the tool, and bowed to the elderly Elf.
"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Carlos!"
Carlos's expression became even gentler. He shook his head.
"Good child, this is the result of your own hard work … Among so many Chosen Ones, you're the most serious and hardworking … I think you'll definitely be able to inherit my legacy and grow into a true Elf Blacksmith Master!"
…
Black Dragon Castle, at the bottom of the hill.
"Merril! You bastard! Be gentle! These walls can't withstand your torment before they're reinforced! "
Salty Meow puffed up his cheeks and looked at the Little Black Dragon who was holding a large bundle of building materials in his mouth, and said with disdain.
Merril's face fell. He put down the stone in his mouth and muttered in a muffled voice,
"Really … If Merril were to say, why build walls? These things are like mud, Merril can destroy them with a dragon breath!"
"That's because the defensive core hasn't been installed yet! Do you know about the defensive core? The one in Black Rock City! It can withstand an army of tens of thousands of shadow monsters! "
Salty Meow shook his head, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and said seriously,
"Once the defensive core is installed, coupled with the power of the Goddess, even you won't be able to break through in a short time. Moreover, it's not to defend against a big guy like you, but against the Half-Orcs."
"Tsk! Merril can easily kill those stupid and weak Half-Orcs! "
The Little Black Dragon raised his head proudly.
"Is that so?"
Salty Meow glanced at him.
"I heard from Sister Alice that there might be Legends among the enemies this time."
Merril's expression froze.
Salty Meow leaped onto Merril's head under the effect of [Light Body]. Then, he knocked on Merril's skull helmet with his staff.
"If you don't want your castle to turn into ruins under the siege of the Half-Orcs, work hard! Once we defeat the Half-Orcs, I'll treat you to ten carts of honey barbecued meat! "
Merril's eyes lit up when he heard this.
However, he swallowed his saliva and quickly shook his head.
"No! Twenty carts! "
"Twenty carts it is!"
Salty Meow puffed out his chest generously.
Merril hesitated for a moment, drooling.
"How about … thirty carts? Hehehe, twenty carts might not be enough … "
"Scram!"
… …
The Elven Forest, the farm outside the city.
"This should be good!"
Basaka, the Oak Tree Guard, rubbed his big bald head and looked at the translucent arched buildings in front of him.
"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Lord Basaka."
Cuckoo looked at the greenhouse in front of her and nodded gently.
"This thing … can it really make plants grow like spring in winter without using magic?"
Basaka looked at the strange building in front of him and clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Of course."
Cuckoo nodded slightly and explained.
"If you want the plants to grow in winter, the only problem that needs to be solved is light and heat. As long as you have materials with good light transmission and thermal insulation, you can build this kind of greenhouse. This is a very common technology in our world."
Then, Cuckoo touched the translucent building materials that were not used up.
"This kind of crystal from the underground world is a good material after polishing."
When Basaka heard this, he glanced at the coo-coo bird in surprise. He could not help but exclaim in admiration.
"Miss Cuckoo, you're so knowledgeable. Among the chosen ones I've seen, you're the most knowledgeable. Also … the knowledge in your world is really amazing."
"I've only read a little more, and this is all very basic scientific knowledge."
Cuckoo shook her head.
… …
The Gloom Mountain Range.
The whistling autumn wind completely obliterated the remaining greenery. The dark mountain looked even more serene and deathly under the contrast of the withered plants.
In the sky, layers of dark clouds gathered and moved slowly from the south to the north …
Under the dark clouds, in the mountains.
The Half-Orcs in the mountains were like a swarm of slowly moving locusts under the loud sound of the horn.
They were tall and strong, wearing slightly crude equipment. They clustered around ten ten-meter-tall beasts that looked like hippos, had fangs, human ears, and lion tails.
Those were the war beasts raised by the Half-Orcs — Behemoths. It was said that they had a trace of the Titan bloodline, and each of them had at least the strength of a Lower Silver!
And each Behemoth had a fluttering flag on its back. Different flags were painted with different patterns. Some represented the Half-Orc Royal Court, and some represented the various Half-Orc tribes …
And the leading flag was painted with a bow-shaped symbol. It belonged to the God of Winter and the Hunt — Oulleur.
Lionheart King Imosh and the Chief High Priest of the Half-Orcs sat on the tallest Behemoth. They looked at the mountains in the distance with cold expressions.
"We'll be able to walk out of the Gloom Mountains after crossing the few mountains in front."
The Chief High Priest said.
Lionheart King Imosh sneered twice:
"I like autumn, but I like winter even more. Now … I can't wait to hear the screams and begging for mercy from the Elves."
"Don't be careless."
The Chief High Priest's expression was solemn:
"The Elves also have the existence of a True God behind them, and they also have the support of the God of Death. Although their strength is weak, we still have to be careful. This time, we must destroy all the Elves in the Elven Forest in one blow! "
"Destroy? Don't keep captives? The price of Elven slaves is still very high. "
Lionheart King Imosh was slightly startled.
"Don't keep them."
The Chief High Priest shook her head:
"The Evil God who stole the priesthood of nature and life also stole the faith of the Elves. If those Elves can't be completely destroyed, he is likely to completely control the laws of nature and life with the power of faith! And if the Elves are destroyed, the new True God will lose the source of faith and will be on the verge of falling asleep! "
"The Elves can also change their faith?!"
Lionheart King was very surprised.
"Any race … will change when it's on the brink of extinction."
The Chief High Priest sighed.
After that, her expression became extremely pious and fanatical:
"His Holiness the Father has already issued an oracle. This time … we must completely wipe out the Elves in the Elven Forest and completely destroy their foundation!"
"When the war of faith is completely won, the Evil God will decline and fall from the throne of True God. His Holiness the Father can personally take action … send down an incarnation to kill the Evil God! Take back the power that belongs to him! "
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