The Gloom Mountain Range was located in the southwest of the Segers Continent. To the north was the Elven Forest, to the west was the Endless Sea, to the east was the Fertile Plains, and to the south was the Desert of Death.
Due to the abundance of obsidian in the mountain range, even the mountains were covered in a layer of deep black, hence the name.
However, due to the rugged terrain and the barren land, the Gloom Mountain Range was not a paradise for plants and animals. It only had some drought-resistant shrubs and alpine meadows, as well as a few types of wild animals.
However, it was rumored that the Gloom Mountain Range was not barren in ancient times. At that time, it was as rich and beautiful as the Elven Forest. It even had another beautiful name — Emerald Mountain.
However, after a battle between the gods, the heavens fell and the earth cracked. Everything was destroyed.
Now, the harsh environment of the Gloom Mountain Range was almost as bad as the Desert of Death.
Apart from the caravans that had to cross the mountain range, as well as the dwarves and humans that tried to search for minerals in the Gloom Mountain Range, very few people set foot here.
In the northwest of the Gloom Mountain Range, in a hidden valley.
In a corner of the valley, simple stone houses were arranged in a star-shaped pattern, forming a small village.
However, even if the structure was simple, these stone houses were arranged very neatly and clean. Not only that, but flowers and shrubs were planted around each house, showing the owner's love for nature. This was not easy in the Gloom Mountain Range.
In the center of the village, there was a small open square. There was a simple platform built with stones and rattan in the square.
At this moment, more than two hundred residents were gathered under the platform. There were both young and old, and all of them were wearing linen hoods that could cover their faces. Their bodies were thin, and their eyes were dull and dull. It was obvious that they had lived a hard life.
The pointed ears and outstanding appearance that could be vaguely seen announced their identity — elves.
The elves sat in groups of two or three and looked curiously at the platform.
On the high platform, there were two elderly people.
One of them was an old elf wearing a gray priest's robe. His hair and beard were white, and he was in high spirits. He was the old priest that Eve had sent to gather the elves — Samir Gale.
The other elder was an old female elf.
Her name was Philosiel Blaze, and she was the village chief of this elven village. She was also Samir's old friend.
The female elf glanced at Sammir beside her, sighed, and said, "That's right.
"Sammir, I've already called all of our clansmen here as you said. What do you want to say? Can you say it now? "
Sammir looked at the two hundred people below the stage with a complicated expression.
"Are these all the members of the Blaze Tribe?"
Philosil lowered her eyelids. Her voice carried a hint of sadness.
"This is all that's left."
"Sigh … I didn't expect the Raging Flame Tribe, which once had a population of almost ten thousand, to have declined to this extent."
Sammir sighed, his heart aching.
However, compared to the Gale tribe which had completely disappeared, the Raging Flame tribe was already in a better state.
Hearing Sammir's words, Philosiel's eyes became hazy. She squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"What can we do? Without the protection of the True God, we are just homeless children who can be bullied and humiliated … To be able to find a place to hide in the Emerald Mountain is already very good. "
In the World of Segers where there were gods, it was very difficult for ordinary intelligent races without the protection of a true god to survive in the battle between different races …
In particular, the elves themselves were a fatal attraction to other races.
Without their power and protection, their beautiful appearance, their long lifespan, and their innate magical physique were all coveted by other races.
In addition, the elves stood aloof from worldly affairs. They loved peace and were kind by nature. They were not good at fighting with others, so in a series of conspiracies, their race became weaker and weaker.
The protection of the True God?
Sammir's eyes flashed.
He took a deep breath and revealed a brilliant smile. His voice carried a hint of fanaticism and excitement.
"Actually … I came here this time for this matter."
"Hmm?"
Philosil looked at him in surprise.
At this moment, the old patriarch of the Blaze Tribe realized that the old friend in front of him seemed to be somewhat different from the one in his memory.
Although they had not seen each other for many years, Sammir looked more spirited. There was a faint brilliance flowing in his eyes, as if he was full of hope for the future.
It was far from the old man from a few years ago. The numbness and despair in his turbid eyes had disappeared.
Philosil's eyes narrowed.
The Elven Storm Tribe was the most special Elven Tribe. They shouldered the responsibility of offering sacrifices to Mother Nature and were also known as the Priest Tribe.
After the fall of the World Tree, the Storm Tribe was the one that suffered the most and was the most persecuted.
As an elder of the tribe, Sammir Storm could be said to have experienced the rise and fall of the Storm Tribe … Every time she saw him, he would have a sorrowful and despairing expression.
If she remembered correctly, Sammir should have been near the Elven Forest, leading the last Nature Saintess to continue with the nature sacrifice, hoping to awaken Mother Nature.
But now …
Looking at Sammir's spirited and spirited appearance, as well as his hopeful and bright eyes, Philosil suddenly had an unbelievable thought …
Could it be …
Her heart, which had not fluctuated for many years, suddenly fiercely beat.
"You …"
She looked at Sammir, her voice trembling as if she was doubtful of something, but also expectant of something.
Sammir turned his head and warmly smiled at his old friend before stretching out his arms.
A brilliant holy light radiated from him, bringing with it a reassuring power and an intense aura of nature.
In that instant, Sammir seemed to have turned into the darling of nature. That powerful aura of life instantly swept through the entire square.
Feeling the powerful nature energy in the old priest's body, Philosil's eyes widened as she cried out in shock.
"Silver … Silver Priest!"
Silver Priest!
After the fall of Mother Nature, how many years had it been since they last saw such a high-ranking Priestess?
Silver-rank was a dividing line. Only a true god could support a Silver-rank priest!
At this moment, Philosil felt her old heart beating like a young person's, becoming more and more intense. What was originally an absurd thought filled with endless hope was now vaguely pointing towards a certain reality!
"This … This …"
She muttered, almost unable to talk to herself.
The power of the holy light also attracted all the Elves. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the Elven Elder in shock and confusion.
Sammir smiled as he looked at everyone's gazes.
He faced the north and drew a symbol of Mother Nature on his chest. His voice was gentle and full of power.
"My fellow Elves, our True God … has returned. She has given a divine decree, summoning us to return to the Elven Forest and regain our glory! "
After saying that, he took out a golden leaf from his chest. It was the holy item that Eve had imbued with her divine power — the leaf of the World Tree.
Sammir held the leaf of the World Tree up high and devoutly and respectfully stimulated the power within.
In an instant, rich nature energy spread out. Everywhere it went, branches sprouted, and flowers bloomed. In the blink of an eye, the square was surrounded by clusters of flowers and lush vines.
Looking at this miraculous scene, all the Elves fell into shock.
"It's nature energy! It's nature energy! "
An old Elf recognized it, and his voice was full of excitement.
Along with the miracle, an illusory, ethereal, and sacred voice reverberated in the air.
"Children, go home."
Children, go home.
That majestic voice was gentle and pleasant to the ears. It was filled with sorrow and endless vicissitudes of life. It had a strange power that comforted people's hearts.
This was the divine decree that Eve had recorded in the leaf of the World Tree.
In an instant, all the Elves felt a warm energy surge into their bodies. Their bodies that had been weakened from wandering for a long time gradually regained their strength.
With a plop, Philosil subconsciously knelt on the ground. She looked at the brilliant leaf of the World Tree and felt the vigorous vitality in her body. Two streams of turbid tears dripped down.
She raised her head with a surprised and sad expression.
"Mother Goddess … This is the power of Mother Goddess!"
"She … is back!"
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