Elf Kingdom :Game of the World Tree

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: The Collapse of the High Priest (Please Vote for Recommendation!)
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Was it necessary?

Gululu wanted to ask these elves, “Was it necessary?”

If it were them, they would have run away long ago. Why keep sending themselves to death…?

Were these the elves who prided themselves on being elegant, noble, and loving life?

Were these the elves who cherished peace and were cautious and conservative?

Gululu swore… These were the most insane, most incomprehensible elves it had ever seen in its life!

No, no…

These were the most insane intelligent beings it had ever seen in its life!

Not afraid of death, not afraid of pain, willing to die alongside their enemies to destroy them…

*For a moment, Gululu even doubted if these elves were higher undead wrapped in elf skin!*

Too terrifying…

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Really too terrifying!

Although their strength wasn’t great, their fearlessness of pain and death made even the old goblin priest shiver in its heart!

Not only that…

Gululu had thought it could quickly eliminate this group of elves, but what surprised it was, after killing one, another would soon appear, as if they were endless.

Of course, this was also because of racial reasons. It couldn’t tell the elves apart, unable to see that many had “died” and returned.

However, Gululu also noticed that after these elves died, their bodies would slowly disappear…

Seeing this incomprehensible scene, Gululu’s eyes widened:

“Demons… They must be demons!”

The hand holding the magic wand trembled slightly, doubting if it was seeing an illusion.

However, the constantly falling undead conveyed a brutal reality to it, that none of this was an illusion!

This was what made Gululu gradually feel something was wrong.

The undead it summoned, after being destroyed, should have returned as pure energy to the magic wand, but this time, they were all severed from it, as if truly eliminated…

And with the continuous decrease of undead, Gululu finally began to panic…

It looked up at the Elf Army, discovering the number was still as many, or even more…

Just a moment ago, there were only a few hundred, but now it seemed close to three hundred!

Not only that, but their strength also seemed greater…

From only dozens with a level 10 power just now, Gululu roughly estimated, noticing that the elves at the power level of 10 were likely over a hundred!

“Could it be that there were stronger elves coming?”

Gululu was stunned.

In the name of the God of Winter and Hunting, did all the elves in the world come over?

A small retreat intention rose in its heart.

As the battle continued, though it killed countless elves, somehow, Gululu’s magic wand didn’t capture new souls; instead, its summoned undead were being continuously consumed…

Feeling the increasingly sparse energy in the Undead Staff, Gululu finally made a decision.

It gritted its teeth, looked at the Elf Army hatefully, and turned to leave.

The remaining dozen undead were also called to it, freeing themselves from the elves and surrounding it as they left.

Seeing the Goblin High Priest trying to leave, the elves were rejuvenated:

“It’s running away!”

“It must be out of mana!”

“Don’t let it escape! Catch up to it!”

Because their levels were lower than Gululu’s, the players couldn’t identify Gululu’s exact magic power, but its actions led them to speculate, guessing correctly—while Gululu wasn’t hurt, its magic was depleted.

And a mage without magic power at a low level was as good as helpless.

“Seize it! Don’t let it recover from the battle state!”

The elves roared with anger, their eyes red, and pursued fiercely.

*In an instant, they became even more aggressive.*

Under Gululu’s incredulous gaze, dozens of the forward-running elves pounced on the undead, opting to die together.

With a brilliant display of magic, over ten skeleton undead disbanded, taking the elves with them…

And more elves waved their weapons, fiercely charging at Gululu as if pursuing the murderers of their fathers.

*It was already alone.*

Seeing the relentless elves, Gululu was about to collapse.

“Was it necessary? Was it necessary for you?!”

It turned and ran, its trembling voice tinged with grievance.

However, it was a short-legged, elderly goblin. How could it outrun the elves?

A gust of wind from behind, and a slight sense of danger rose in Gululu’s heart.

Suddenly, a nimble figure rushed up, embracing its frail body in an instant.

Gululu looked back in horror and was immediately met with a grinning face.

Pointed ears, a big, red afro, and that irritating grin at the corner of the mouth…

*Even if goblins couldn’t distinguish elf appearances, Gululu recognized the identity in an instant:*

“It’s you, you bastard pretending to be human!”

It gritted its teeth, cursing.

That guy again!

That guy again!!

*It regretted; it regretted so much!*

*Why did it follow that guy out from the ruins?*

“I got it under control!”

Demacia tightly held onto Gululu, excitedly shouting:

“Comrades! Fire at will!”

Accompanied by waves of chanting, countless magic rose, followed by innumerable swords gleaming with skill, drowning both of them in Gululu’s horrified eyes and Demacia’s triumphant laughter…

[Ding—]

[Goblin Undead Priest has died]

[World BOSS mission: Target 1 completed]

[All participating players have received the exclusive title—”Goblin Slayer”]

[Players who participated in eliminating 1 undead received 3 perfect revival chances, 1000 experience]

[Players who participated in eliminating 2 undead received 3 perfect revival chances, 2000 experience]

[Players who participated in eliminating 3 undead received 3 perfect revival chances, 3000 experience]

…

[Players who helped eliminate the goblin priest received an additional 1 perfect revival chance, 3000 extra experience]

With the wonderful sound of the system, all players received the notification of mission completion… along with a host of rewards.

All the players were momentarily stunned, then erupted in cheers.

“Hahaha! We won!”

“Wow, I got 4 perfect revivals, plus 5000 experience!”

“I can level up to 11!”

“Huh? Weren’t there supposed to be contribution points? Where are they?”

…

Seeing the excited Chosen Ones, the Oak Guardian, Berserker, somewhat dazed, walked out from the hidden forest.

“In the name of the Mother Goddess… these Chosen Ones are truly terrifying.”

He murmured, as if still not recovered from the elves’ suicidal assault just now.

And seeing Berserker, the players’ eyes lit up:

“Uncle B! Uncle B is here!”

“Right, right! The mission had another goal, to offer the magic wand to the Goddess! That must be for contribution points as rewards!”

“What are contribution points for?”

“It’s said to unlock something at level 11, once we level up, we’ll know! It’s related to the Goddess, so it must be good!”

“Stop talking, quickly give the wand to Uncle B, have him offer it to the Goddess!”

The players excitedly, hastily fished the wand out from Gululu’s ashes.

Aside from the wand, the rest of Gululu’s equipment had been shattered by magical attacks.

“Wow, what material is this wand made of? It’s completely intact…”

“Let me appraise it… Uh, can’t appraise it.”

“Since the Goddess wants it, it must be a mission item, right?”

The players curiously touched the wand, and after finding nothing, stuffed it into the bewildered Berserker’s hand.

“Uncle B, quickly offer it!”

They looked at the Oak Guardian with expectant starry eyes.

Berserker: …

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