Game of the World Tree

Oak guard!

The intellectual creatures in the forest of elves and its affiliated areas knew very well the meaning of the appearance of this legendary holy creature.

1,000 years ago, when the kingdom of elves still existed, oak guards symbolized the peak period of Silver civilization.

At that time, the main God of Elves was unrivalled. And the status of oak guards as His followers equaled that of the angels who trusted in gods!

The main god of elves in His prime had a natural legion of 100,000 powerful oak guards.

Even the weakest oak guard had the power of Silver.

Rock was in a turbulent mood as he stared at the Tree Man whose body looked like a giant dragon…

Rock faced intense pressure and his mind went completely blank.

How could this be?

Hadn't oak guards already died one by one with the fall of the God of Elves?

Am I seeing it wrong?

He rubbed his eyes, but everything present told him that this was no hallucination.

Looking at the high Tree Man, Rock felt his whole body shuddering.

No… He could not be wrong. He had seen the appearance of Tree Men numerous times in the murals in his tribe. He absolutely could not get it wrong!

This… This must be an oak guard! This must be a follower of the Mother of Nature!

This… How could this be?!

Rock's limited intelligence made him react slowly… But it was obvious that the Tree Man absolutely did not come to treat them to dinner.

He was going to kill us!

Rock instinctively sensed danger.

"Run…"

Rock mumbled. And then he shouted aloud as if he was instantly clear-headed,

"Hurry! Run…!"

After these words, Rock turned around and started running, leaving his mace behind.

It was a joke!

Even 10 Rocks could not match an oak guard, who had at least the power of Silver.

Even if the great chief priest in the orc tribe came, the oak tree would also destroy him easily!

The orc mercenaries had long been in a daze. Their mouths dropped open. Then, they turned around at the same time and started running desperately like birds and beasts that scattered…

At this moment, they had long forgotten the hunting. All they could think of was to run for their lives…

While running, Rock thought about it and became increasingly confused and scared…

Why would an oak guard still appear?

Apparently, Her Majesty the Mother God had already fallen. Everyone on the continent of Sagas knew it!

How could an oak guard still exist without the blessing of the true god?!

No…

That was to say…

Suddenly, he came up with a strange idea. Somehow, the towering, ancient World Tree came into his mind…

"No… It cannot be the case…"

At this instant, Rock felt his throat going dry and his whole body turning cold.

Run!

Run fast! Run back to the tribe!

He had to report this matter to the great priest!

If he was right, then the orc tribe would be in danger!

…

Berserker was extremely indignant.

A moment ago, he received an order from the Mother God of Nature.

Berserker, the oak guard, felt extremely excited to be able to dedicate himself to serving Her Majesty.

However, when he came to the place appointed by the Mother God, he unexpectedly found a group of ugly, evil orcs!

He was even more furious that these orcs were hunting the Mother God's children!

Additionally, when Berserker heard the wicked orc's profane utterances against the Mother God of Nature, he instantly lost his sanity.

Meanwhile, the Mother God's icy voice went through Berserker's mind again.

"Destroy them."

The oak guard went completely mad as if he had thrown off the last shackles.

He let out a mighty roar.

His deafening roar startled numerous birds in the forest.

"Blasphemers, die!"

Great magic power mixed with filar divine auras spread from the oak guard. His originally 30-meter-tall body grew even bigger. Berserker's eyes turned red, he instantly wielded his arms made of branches and roared, "War Sacrifice!"

With the cadence of a chant, his arms instantly turned into fast-growing branches and vines that chased after the fleeing orcs like flying ropes…

The vines moved so fast that a dozen orcs were tied up a few steps later…

"What's this? Let me go! Let me go!"

"Help! Lord Rock, help me!"

"Monster! He is a monster! He is absorbing my vitality… Ah…"

"Ah… My legs! My legs!"

"…"

Rock's scalp was numbed by the numerous wails of grief from behind.

All of a sudden, he sensed danger.

Rock's heart pounded as he hurried subconsciously toward one side to hide himself. A sturdy vine shot through his original path, horrifying him.

Nevertheless, before he had time to relax, the vine rushed toward him again.

Gritting his teeth, he took out a machete from his waistband and slashed at the vine.

With a clang, the machete in his hand broke into two pieces, while the vine was unscathed.

Under Rock's dull, shocked gaze, the vine jumped up and bound him tightly.

With the binding, the vine exhibited ghastly absorption. With his shocked eyes, Rock saw his originally robust body shrinking constantly. With his power reducing incessantly and his vitality flowing out rapidly, he became old in a few seconds…

"War Sacrifice…"

He sounded old and dry with infinite fear.

War Sacrifice was Druid's intermediate ability.

Its users could develop vines to absorb the vitality of their target for their own use and sacrifice a part of the power they obtained to the Mother of Nature.

Right before losing consciousness, Rock finally remembered this ghastly skill unique to the furious Druid…

In an instant, the hunting band of more than 20 orcs was wiped out.

The series of changes took place in less than ten seconds.

Alice, who had been sitting on the ground paralyzed, was stunned by what she saw.

"Oak guard… War Sacrifice…"

The elf maiden murmured as she watched the orcs turn to ashes instantly in the oak guard's vines.

Suddenly, she seemed to be aware of something. Two lines of crystal tears slowly trickled down in her white cheeks.

Mainly surprised and a little upset, somewhat confused and hopeful, yet slightly fearful and ashamed, Alice immediately looked up toward the World Tree,

"Mother God, is that… you?"

A breeze blew…

Countless bright, light green rays descended from the sky, extremely divine and solemn.

With soft power, the rays rushed into Alice's and Samuel's bodies rapidly, as if they were given an order.

The elf maiden's wounds, caused by forcibly detonating her original power, healed in an instant. And the elderly elf Samuel's injured body started recuperating at a visible speed. He slowly recovered his consciousness…

Everything was like a miracle.

The elderly priest stood up, trembling. He looked at the dignified oak guard in surprise, and then glanced at the injuries on his body in disbelief. After realizing what had happened, he suddenly sat down on the ground again.

Moving his lips, he was hopeful but also a little upset. He seemed to want to believe something, but was also afraid that what he had experienced was an impossible dream…

This… Could this be true?

Could he believe it?

Suddenly, a magnificent, holy voice resounded through their minds…

"My name--Eve Euktrahill."

The two elves shuddered.

They looked at each other, only to see fear and disbelief in each other's eyes, which soon turned into boundless pleasant surprise…

It was the Mother God!

It was really the Mother God!

He came back…

In an instant, Alice felt as if all her strength was drained away. Her body quivered and she could not help but fall down to the ground and burst into tears.

Upon hearing the voice, Samuel opened his mouth slightly, his deep wrinkles trembled uncontrollably, and his turbid tears fell like beads.

Samuel, once a noble elder of the race, was crying aloud like a child at this moment…

"Mother… Mother God… Is that you? Is that you?"

"Mother God… Are you back?"

"Are you… back?!"

The faith fire that was once extinguished blazed again and soared into the air.