Elf Kingdom :Game of the World Tree

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: The Mad Elf (Please Vote for Recommendation!)
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With a chorus of cheers, countless figures dressed in hemp robes and wooden armor, wielding wooden swords and magic wands, emerged from all directions of the forest.

The Goblin High Priest, Gululu, was startled by these excited cries.

He raised his head, and upon clearly seeing those tall figures, he immediately exclaimed,

“Elves?!”

By the Winter and Hunting God, where did so many elves emerge from in the Elf Forest?!

Hadn’t they already migrated everywhere?

Gululu instinctively wanted to run.

*For no other reason, this had been a long-standing belief for centuries; even if the Elf Clan had declined, an average elf still possessed strength above black iron.*

*And he, a mere little goblin, even if he had encountered a lucky break and become a priest, could never handle dozens or even hundreds of elves.*

However, the thought of fleeing was quickly extinguished by himself.

“Hmm? Something’s not right…”

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Gululu’s heart skipped a beat.

If there truly were so many powerful elves, then his tribe would have long been driven out of the Elf Ruins.

With this thought, Gululu looked more carefully, and upon closer inspection, he found peace of mind…

This group of elves was nothing more than amateurs who hadn’t even reached the strength of practitioners!

In an instant, Gululu understood the cause and effect of the situation.

*Yes, the disappearance of his goblin tribe had to be their doing!*

But soon, this elderly goblin became more puzzled.

Where did so many elves, not even level 11, come from?

He pondered with his limited brain capacity…

Couldn’t figure it out…

So he simply stopped thinking and became eager instead,

“Never mind, by the Winter and Hunting God! No matter where you came from, encountering me means bad luck for you! Offering your lives to the True God, I will surely receive Her rewards.”

Eliminating so many elves would certainly earn him the favor of the Divine!

Though the Elf Clan was powerful, they were not a warrior race, and their combat effectiveness had always been weaker at the same level.

And in Gululu’s eyes, these novice elves, not even level 11, were likely inferior to a group of level 10 goblins!

These were opponents of such caliber that he could easily deal with them alone!

Ha, he thought the elves would panic and flee at the first sign of injury, if not at the mere sight of his Undead Army…

With this thought, Gululu let out a cold laugh and waved his wand.

Purplish-black energy was released from the Skull Wand, and in the blink of an eye, another dozen or so skeleton undead appeared…

“Exterminate them! Let none escape!”

Gululu commanded.

Upon receiving Gululu’s directive, the undead drew their bone knives and charged at the elves with ferocity…

“Damn, that’s really undead magic!”

The players who had arrived were shocked and momentarily stopped in their tracks.

The Goblin High Priest watched the players with wide eyes, feeling even more smug.

Heh heh…

*Scared, aren’t you?*

The appearance of the skeleton undead was indeed frightening, and the undead he summoned were even more special, with their aura of death capable of eroding the souls of the weak!

*No living being could witness his army without some degree of fear!*

*Yes, this was the power of death, this was the power of an Undead Mage!*

Feeling the surging energy within his wand, Gululu was enraptured…

*Fear it!*

*Flee from it!*

*Then endure the relentless pursuit of the undead!*

However, what the elves said next made him pause slightly.

“Whoa, that’s so realistic… really gave me a fright…”

“No wonder it’s a 100% realistic virtual reality game, even the undead magic effects are awesome!”

“These skeleton undead look so cool!”

The elves were looking at the summoned undead with great excitement, without a hint of fear.

They… weren’t afraid?

Their souls weren’t affected by the aura of death?

Gululu was astonished.

But then, his expression turned derisive once more.

Heh heh…

*They must not yet understand the power of the undead, nor how they would gradually be consumed…*

*What a bunch of inexperienced novices…*

*They knew nothing of the power of the undead.*

*Soon, they would witness what a true Undead Army was, and what fate worse than death meant!*

With this thought, Gululu waved his wand once more, unleashing the full extent of his power…

In an instant, another dozen skeleton undead were summoned.

Countless undead gathered, exuding a dense aura of death, causing the temperature in the forest to drop by several degrees.

Feeling the power of the undead, the Goblin High Priest was immensely proud.

He sought to utterly overwhelm these clueless novices and show them the terror of death!

“Whoa! Summoned again!”

“Quick, identify their strength!”

“The boss is level 11, and the minions are level 10!”

“The minions protect the boss, attack the minions first! Clear the minions!”

“Melee attackers, go in first, casters, support from the rear!”

“Each team takes on two skeletons, the max-level teams target the boss! Look for weaknesses and attack mechanisms! Don’t let it summon again!”

“Those who died, hurry from the resurrection point!”

The elves chattered with terms Gululu couldn’t understand and sprang into action.

To the Goblin High Priest’s surprise, not a single elf chose to flee; instead, they became increasingly excited.

The elves, wielding wooden swords, charged at his Undead Army!

The two forces instantly clashed.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The level 10 undead were indeed formidable; although the players had been somewhat seasoned, they were still no match. In no time, the first group that engaged was heavily injured, falling one after another under the undead’s attack.

Watching the elves, who were quickly suffering heavy casualties, the Goblin High Priest couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

Heh, trying to engage in close combat with the undead, what a bunch of fools.

He could almost foresee the elves’ shock and retreat.

With the Elf Clan already scarce in population, Gululu believed they couldn’t withstand significant casualties!

He was convinced that once a few had died, the elves would start to flee.

However, what happened next was beyond Gululu’s expectations.

Those injured elves who had fallen struggled to stand up again, all exceedingly excited and completely ignoring the bleeding wounds on their bodies.

Especially the male elves.

They wielded their weapons, as if the injuries and bleeding weren’t their own, yelling as they continued rampaging against the undead.

Gululu had no game system to sanitize the not-so-harmonious scenes.

So, in his eyes, this battle was terrifyingly brutal…

He saw an elf whose leg was severed, yet they didn’t retreat but hopped around, still hacking with their wooden sword.

He saw an elf whose arm was blown off by a companion’s magic, only to turn around and curse, “Aim better, you moron!” before plunging back into battle…

He even saw an elf stabbed through the abdomen by an undead, intestines hanging out and swaying, yet acting as if they weren’t hurt, laughing maniacally while fighting a skeleton undead…

They traded blows with reckless abandon, completely ignoring their injuries and dwindling life forces.

Every elf approaching death wore a look of exhilaration and satisfaction… At most, they’d leave with an unexpected “Whoa, I’m gonna die!” before rolling their eyes shut and expiring.

They also seemed indifferent to their comrades’ fates. None mourned the death of a companion; they had eyes only for their enemies.

Moreover, some elves, upon seeing a fallen comrade, even laughed mockingly and nonchalantly collected their fallen gear…

Gululu was dumbfounded.

*What… what was wrong with this group of elves?*

*Didn’t they feel pain?*

*Did they lack emotions?*

*Weren’t they afraid of death?!*

No, they truly weren’t afraid of death…

Gululu even saw an elf shout, intentionally throwing himself onto an undead’s bone knife, getting skewered yet still clutching the undead tightly, exclaiming to his companions with excitement while spitting out blood,

“I got a hold of this skeleton, quick, let’s tear it apart!”

At that moment, Gululu was utterly stunned.

He shivered involuntarily, muttering,

“Mad…”

“They must be mad…”

“These elves must have gone insane!”