Oak Tree Guardians!
To the intelligent beings of the Elven Forest and its affiliated territories, they knew very well what this legendary divine creature meant.
A thousand years ago, when the Elven Kingdom existed, it was the peak of the silver civilization.
At that time, the Elven God looked down on the world. The Oak Tree Guardians were his followers, and their status was equivalent to the angels of the gods!
At his peak, the Elven God had a hundred thousand Nature Legions under his command, all of which were made up of powerful Oak Tree Guardians.
Even the weakest Oak Tree Guardian had the strength of a silver!
Looking at the colossal creature in front of him that was comparable in size to the Megalosaurus, the Rock Ghost King's heart was in turmoil …
Feeling the powerful demonic pressure, his mind went blank.
How could this be?
Didn't the Oak Tree Guardians die with the fall of the Elven God?
Could it be that he was mistaken?
He rubbed his eyes, but everything in front of him told him that it was not a hallucination.
Looking at the tall Treant, the Rock Ghost King felt his entire body trembling …
No … It couldn't be wrong. He had seen this countless times in the murals of the tribe, there was no mistaking it!
This … This was definitely an Oak Tree Guardian! A follower of Mother Nature!
This … How could this be?!
The Rock Ghost King's low IQ made it hard for him to wrap his head around it … However, one thing was clear: the Treant did not appear in front of them to treat them to a meal.
He wants to kill us!
An instinctive sense of danger filled his heart.
"Run …"
The Rock Ghost King muttered, and then, as if he had suddenly woken up, he roared.
"Run …!"
Having said that, the Rock Ghost King did not even bother to pick up his mace as he turned and ran.
What a joke!
At least ten Oak Tree Guardians with the strength of a silver would not be a match for them!
Even if the chief priest of the tribe came, he would be a dead end!
The group of Beastman mercenaries were stunned. They opened their mouths and turned their heads at the same time. They scattered like birds and beasts as they ran for their lives.
At this moment, they had long forgotten about the hunt. There was only one thought in their minds, and that was to escape …
The more the Rock Ghost King thought about it, the more confused and terrified he became …
Why were there still Oak Tree Guardians?
His Highness had clearly fallen. This was something that everyone in the Segers knew!
Without the blessings of a true god, how could the Oak Tree Guardians exist?!
No …
Could it be …
Suddenly, an inconceivable thought emerged from the bottom of his heart. For some reason, the image of the majestic World Tree appeared in his mind …
"No … It can't be …"
At this moment, the Rock Ghost King felt his throat go dry and his entire body turn cold.
Run!
Run! Run back to the tribe!
This matter must be reported to Lord Priest!
If it was really as he thought, then the orc tribe would be in danger!
…
Basaka was furious.
Moments ago, he had received an oracle from the great Mother Nature.
Basaka, the Oak Tree Guard, was extremely excited to be able to contribute his strength to the great Lord.
However, when he arrived at the location designated by the Mother Goddess, he found a group of ugly and evil half-orcs!
What made him even angrier was that these half-beastmen were actually hunting the children of the Mother Goddess!
Not only that, when he heard that the evil half-orcs dared to blaspheme the great Mother Nature, Basaka's last shred of rationality instantly crumbled.
At the same time, the cold voice of the Mother Goddess once again resounded in Basaka's mind:
"Kill him!"
As if the last shackle had been released, the Oak Tree Guardian was completely enraged.
"Roar —"
A deafening roar startled countless birds in the forest.
"Blasphemer, die!"
A huge amount of magic power mixed with traces of holy aura spread out from the Oak Tree Guardian. Its body, which was already thirty meters tall, grew even larger. Basaka's eyes were red. He instantly waved his arms made of branches and roared.
"War Priest!"
A rhythmic chant sounded, and his arms instantly turned into rapidly growing branches and vines. They danced like ropes as they chased after the countless fleeing half-orcs …
The vines were extremely fast, and a dozen half-orcs were tied up before they could escape …
"What is this? Let me go! Let me go! "
"Help! Lord Rock Ghost King, help! "
"Monster! It's a monster! He's absorbing my life force … Ah … "
"Ah … My leg! My leg! "
"…"
Hearing the countless miserable cries behind him, the Rock Ghost King felt his scalp go numb.
Suddenly, a sense of danger welled up in his heart.
The Rock Ghost King's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly dodged to the side. A thick vine shot through the place he had just passed, and he was horrified.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the vine rushed toward him again.
He gritted his teeth, took out the curved sword at his waist, and slashed at the vine viciously.
With a clang, the curved sword in his hand broke into two, but the vine was unharmed.
Under the Rock Ghost King's stunned gaze, the vine leaped up and tied him up.
Following the binding, a terrifying attraction force appeared on the vine. Under the Rock Ghost King's horrified gaze, he saw his originally strong body shrinking, and the strength in his body weakening. His life force was rapidly draining away, and in a matter of seconds, he aged …
"War Priest …"
His voice was old, dry, and filled with infinite fear.
War Priest, an intermediate ability of the Druids.
The user could turn into a vine and absorb the target's life force for their own use, and sacrifice a portion of the obtained power to Mother Nature.
At the end of his consciousness, the Rock Ghost King finally remembered this terrifying ability that belonged to the Druids of Fury …
In the blink of an eye, the Orc hunting team of more than twenty people was completely annihilated.
This series of events happened in less than ten seconds.
Alice, who was paralyzed on the ground, was stunned.
"Oak Tree Guard … War Priest …"
The elven girl muttered as she watched the Orcs turn into ashes in the blink of an eye under the Oak Tree Guard's vines.
Suddenly, as if she had realized something, two lines of sparkling tears slowly flowed down her fair cheeks.
Alice suddenly raised her head, looking at the direction of the World Tree with a mix of surprise and apprehension, confusion, anticipation, fear, and shame.
"Mother Goddess, is that … you?"
A gentle breeze blew past …
Countless resplendent pale green rays of light descended from the sky, incomparably sacred and solemn.
The light carried a gentle power, as if it had received some kind of command, and rushed into the bodies of Alice and Sammir.
The elven girl's injuries caused by the forceful detonation of her origin recovered in an instant, and the old elf Sammir's broken body also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his consciousness slowly recovered …
Everything was like a miracle.
The old shaman stood up shakily, looking at the majestic Oak Tree Guard with some disbelief, and then looking at the injuries on his body with some disbelief. After realizing what had happened, he sat down on the ground again.
His lips were sticky, and his expression was expectant and a little uneasy, as if he wanted to believe something, but also as if he was afraid that what he experienced was an empty dream …
This … Is this real?
Can I believe it?
Suddenly, a magnificent and sacred voice resounded in the minds of the two …
"My name is Eve Uqtrahir."
The two trembled.
They looked at each other and saw the fear and disbelief in each other's eyes, but it quickly turned into endless surprise …
It's Mother Goddess!
It's really Mother Goddess!
She …
Is back …
In an instant, Alice felt as if all the strength in her body had been sucked away. Her body swayed, and she couldn't help but fall to the ground, tears streaming down her face.
When the voice entered his ears, Sammir opened his mouth slightly, and the deep wrinkles on his face trembled uncontrollably. Turbid tears fell like beads.
Sammir, who was once an elder of the tribe, cried bitterly at this moment like a child …
"Mother … Mother Goddess … Is that you? Is that you? "
"Mother Goddess … Are you back?"
"Are you … Are you back?!"
The extinguished fire of faith burned again and soared into the sky.
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