Desert of Death, Sandstorm City.
The First Elf, Therandier, sat in a dwarven tavern, clinking glasses with several enthusiastic female players while enjoying the afternoon's leisure time.
Ever since he was sent to the Desert of Death by the Mother Goddess to deal with the Half-Orcs, his life had become more and more comfortable.
It was mainly because the Chosen Ones were too capable.
If there were any troublesome matters, he could just order them to do it.
These warriors who loved to fight were usually not very smart.
As long as he used the mission system flexibly, there were many things that he did not need to do personally. The dirty work could be left to the Chosen Ones.
Although the workload was not small, to Therandier, it was actually easier than in the Elven Forest.
In the Elven Forest, he still had to work at the church and communicate with the Elves. There were many things that he had to do personally.
But here, he only needed to rely on the mission system to train the Chosen Ones and order them to deal with the Half-Orcs.
The Chosen Ones were willing to work hard without complaint. As long as there were enough rewards and good impressions, they would even be willing to dig out feces from a cesspool.
They were the best coolies!
He sipped the fruit wine that the Chosen One had bought for him, shook his head, and listened to the bards playing in the tavern. From time to time, he would chat with the beautiful and enthusiastic female Chosen One beside him and receive some gifts from them …
As for Therandier, he only needed to express his closeness appropriately.
Sometimes, just a smile could even attract screams …
This kind of life was simply too comfortable.
Although the environment of Sandstorm City was not very good and did not suit the Elves' preferences, Therandier still felt that it was quite comfortable here.
Even if the environment was bad, under his "sincere" appeal, there were still enthusiastic Chosen Ones who joined the team to transform Sandstorm City's environment.
Now, there were already Druid Chosen Ones who were trying to plant trees and flowers in the city.
Oh, right, there were also the newly created Fairy Clan by the Mother Goddess.
Those little fellows were quite suitable to transform the environment. Therandier had recently been thinking of ways to trick some of them from the Gloom Mountain Range.
Since he was going to stay in Sandstorm City for a long time, it would be best to make this place beautiful.
Therandier thought so.
Just as he was leisurely enjoying his afternoon tea and experiencing the massage techniques of the two female Chosen Ones that were said to be passed down from their ancestors, a sacred and majestic voice sounded in his mind.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Comfortable, very comfortable."
Celestial nodded subconsciously and replied with a smile.
However, he soon realized that the voice was directly in his head.
That divine and dignified aura instantly woke him up ….
Celestial shivered and hurriedly stood up.
"Mother … cough … Her Holiness the Goddess!"
He coughed dryly, his expression a little awkward.
As the first primordial elf, he was also a god's chosen. Naturally, he could hear the voice of the Mother Goddess.
However, it had been a long time since the Mother Goddess had given him an oracle directly. Even the appointment of the Desert of Death had been conveyed by Zero, which was why he hadn't reacted in time.
The voice in his consciousness was silent for a moment, then sounded again.
"Celestial, I have something for you to do."
… …
The new game announcement once again attracted the attention of the majority of players.
When everyone saw that the rewards included the Silver Class Change Slot and the Divine Artifact Restoration Point Scroll, their anticipation was pushed to a small climax.
There was no other reason.
Although Demon God Palace Version 2.0 had increased the number of bosses and the drop rewards, it was still too tight for the hundreds of thousands of players in the server.
Especially the Divine Artifact Restoration Point Scroll that could only be dropped by clearing the dungeon.
In the words of some veteran players from the era of MMORPG, the Divine Artifact Restoration Point Scroll's drop rate was even more ridiculous than the Glazed Crystals used to create special effects weapons in certain online games.
At this time, there was a new source of drops, which naturally attracted the attention of countless people.
Not to mention, the official website also mentioned that the new gameplay would have very high contribution rewards. This was simply good news for the unlucky.
On the other side of the world of Segers, in the Dwarf Kingdom in the mountains in the south, the national church also received an oracle from their own True God.
In the Dwarf Kingdom, in the temple of a Dwarf city built in the mountains.
The three-meter-tall statue of the Dwarf and God of Smithing was blooming with radiance, and a vast power rippled in the temple.
Below the statue, an elderly Dwarf wearing a tall crown and a gorgeous robe was prostrating in front of the statue, worshipping fervently.
"Praise you, the great Dwarf God, the great God of Smithing, your oracle is the direction we should move forward in …"
Gradually, the radiance on the statue slowly disappeared …
The elderly Dwarf also slowly stood up.
He pondered for a moment, then ordered the Dwarf Warrior guarding the entrance of the temple:
"Go and call the bronze cauldron."
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"
The Dwarf Warrior said respectfully.
The elderly Dwarf was the highest leader of the national church of the Dwarf Kingdom, the current Pope appointed by the Dwarf and God of Smithing, Dolft.
As the top clergy of the True God in the secular world, he could also be addressed as Your Holiness.
The Dwarf Warrior quickly returned.
He brought with him a middle-aged Dwarf Warrior with a thick beard, short and muscular, and curly black hair.
The Dwarf Warrior had a powerful aura, and the armor on his body was full of holes. It was obvious that he had been through a long battle.
He came in front of the Pope and bowed respectfully.
"Your Holiness the Pope, are you looking for me?"
The Pope glanced at him, then said with a serious expression:
"Bronze Cauldron, His Holiness the True God has just given an oracle, the opportunity to seal the Fallen has come!"
"You are the strongest Warrior in the Dwarf Kingdom, and you have the extremely fast Golden Griffin. I order you to go to Sandstorm City in the Desert of Death and seek help from the Elves."
"Desert of Death? Sandstorm City? Find the Elves there? Isn't that the territory of the Half-Beastmen? "
The Dwarf Warrior was slightly surprised, his expression strange.
The Pope nodded and said:
"That's right, it used to be, but not anymore. You have been fighting in the Sealed Land for half a year, so you don't know what has happened in the Segers world. Now, the Desert of Death has been conquered by the Elves who believe in the God of Life and Nature. "
"The God of Life and Nature? That Eve who was rumored in the underground world last year? "
The Dwarf Warrior suddenly understood.
"That's right."
The Pope nodded.
"I understand, I'll go now!"
The Dwarf War God's expression became serious as he answered seriously.
…
The sun rose and set. In the blink of an eye, five days had passed since the game announcement.
The new game update still hadn't arrived, but the popularity of battlefield missions across the entire server didn't decrease. On the contrary, as time passed, it further fermented.
It was mainly because of the accelerated thinking.
More than 300,000 players weren't online every day.
As the number of people increased, there were also many people who went online every day or two in reality and every few days in the game.
That was to say, if they didn't go online for a few days in the game, the system would forcibly retrieve their bodies for self-protection.
Otherwise … just based on the realistic life system of the game, if there really were players who didn't go online for ten to fifteen days, they would have starved to death in the game.
And under such circumstances, every time the players who discovered the announcement gradually calmed down, there would be new players who happily discovered the update log.
It could be considered a cycle.
And so … the popularity of battlefield missions in the game persisted for a few days just like that.
However, Elven Nation had too much freedom and too many ways to play.
As an unprecedented open online game masterpiece, there was nothing you couldn't do here, only things you couldn't think of.
Players would never lack goals. As long as you were willing, there were many things you could do.
Therefore, the players who first knew that battlefield missions were coming, after looking forward to it for a day or two, threw it to the back of their minds and went on to do other things.
Of course, doing other things didn't mean that everyone had completely forgotten about the update.
If you carefully observed the players' activities, you would find that after the new announcement, many people's activities had narrowed down and began to revolve around the City of Heaven's Chosen.
The players wanted to take advantage of the convenient transportation conditions in the City of Heaven's Chosen so that they could participate in the battlefield missions as soon as they went online.
At the same time, there were also rumors that the battlefield missions were likely to appear in Sandstorm City in the Death Desert. It was said to have been spread by some female Chosen.
However, not many people believed it.
And five days after the game update announcement, the messenger of the Dwarf Kingdom, the legendary dwarf warrior Bronze Furnace, who owned a golden vulture and was known as the "Sky Knight," also arrived at the hinterland of the Death Desert …
Death Desert, about 100 kilometers south of Sandstorm City.
A caravan full of goods was slowly moving forward.
Suddenly, a loud cry that sounded like a lion's roar and an eagle's cry came from the sky. It startled the horses in the caravan into a panic.
"What's going on? Are there elves attacking again? Didn't you tell them that you're on our side? "
A carriage in the caravan moved, and two fully armed elven warriors jumped down and asked cautiously.
"Lord Elf, it's a Griffin!"
The human leader of the caravan replied respectfully.
"A Griffin?"
The two elves' eyes lit up, and then they looked up.
"No, it's too high. We can't shoot it down."
"What a pity. If I had known, I would've brought my giant eagle. I heard from Boss Xiamu that Griffins are quite suitable as mounts."
The two elves shook their heads.
The two elves were players, of course.
Now that the Death Desert map was completely open to players, there would occasionally be players acting as mercenaries to protect the caravans coming and going in the Death Desert.
In particular, the Nature's Heart Guild, which had dealings with the caravans of various factions, would often send guild members to escort the caravans into the players' areas of activity.
This was inevitable.
This was because the caravans of the other factions were not protected by the system like the elves of the Elf Forest.
If they really wanted to attack, the players could do it.
Moreover, such long-distance caravans were generally more profitable. Although the high-level players might not care, for many new players, robbing caravans was definitely a profitable business with little capital.
Therefore, after experiencing that the elves could also become bandits, the caravans learned their lesson.
Although it was absurd and shocking that the elves could also shift factions, everyone got used to it after a long time.
Once they entered the Death Desert or the Gloom Mountain Range, where the elves were active, they would think of ways to hire elves as guards.
Only players could deal with other players.
After seeing that there were players guarding the caravans, the robbers would usually choose to give up.
The two players looked curiously at the Griffin circling in the sky and shook their heads at the same time, sighing that they could not capture it.
However, at this moment, the Griffin seemed to have discovered the caravans and actually took the initiative to fly toward the caravans.
"Hmm? It's flying toward us! "
The two players' expressions changed.
However, just as the Griffin approached, the players and the caravans were surprised to see a short figure sitting on the back of the Griffin.
Accompanied by a cloud of dust, the Griffin landed on the ground, and then a Dwarf Warrior with a thick body and a black beard jumped down.
He looked at the caravans and asked in a loud voice:
"Are you a caravan going to Sandstorm City? Is Sandstorm City in that direction? "
Although this Dwarf Warrior was quite short, even among the dwarves, and his height might not even reach the elves' thighs, no one dared to look down on him.
Because all the Professionals present felt an astonishing aura from the other party.
That was the aura that only high-level professionals had!
Even the two players looked solemn.
Because after the Gryphon landed, not to mention the dwarf riding on the Gryphon, even the Gryphon that they had just judged had a much stronger aura than the two of them …
The two of them were already Silver, but they did not feel this when they faced the Demon Boss in the Demon God's Labyrinth, and they only had a similar feeling when they fought Old Ah …
They had definitely encountered an NPC on the level of a Big Boss.
The human members of the caravans looked at each other, and the leader nodded.
"Yes, Sir Dwarf, we are indeed going to Sandstorm City."
The Dwarf Warrior was the messenger of the Dwarf Kingdom, Bronze Furnace, who had Legendary strength.
He scratched his thick curly hair and muttered softly, "Is that so?
Then it seems that I'm on the right track. "
With that, he turned around and jumped onto the Griffin, ready to leave.
However, just before he left, a slightly excited and expectant voice came from the caravans.
"This dwarf … Sir, is there anything you need from Sandstorm City?"
It was the two players.
Looking at the Dwarf Warrior who was in a hurry, they felt that they could vaguely smell the scent of a hidden plot …
Hearing the voice behind him, Bronze Furnace subconsciously turned around, and when he saw the person who spoke, his eyes lit up slightly.
"An Elf?"
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