Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

Trouble loomed.

After learning the elves' movements, Bazan and the High Priest understood that this time, they were truly in trouble.

"So that's how it is... This is their real intention, they plan to establish a Teleportation Array nearby!"

Bazan said with a somber expression,

his gaze filled with deep apprehension.

Bazan had already figured it out.

Be it attacking the surrounding Half-Beast Tribes or spreading rumors...

All these actions might have been taken by the elves to weaken the faith of the Father God!

The elves' ultimate goal might just be to set up a Teleportation Array!

These peculiar elves were blessed by the Death God, allowing each of them to resurrect after death.

This matter was no longer a secret among the Half-Beasts...

And in the Underworld war, the elves had utilized the Teleportation Array, combined with their powerful resurrection abilities, appearing on the battlefield time and again, and eventually managed to forcibly defeat the Dark Alliance's Undead Army...

It was obvious that this time they planned to do the same thing again.

Of course, birth, aging, sickness, and death were inherently rules and laws of the world.

*To Bazan, there must be some limit or restriction to such resurrection, and there would certainly be a price to pay.*

Although he did not know what the resurrection might cost the elves, it must exist!

However, matters have their priorities.

In such warfare, compared to the bizarre and terrifying resurrection ability of the elves, any cost had already become unimportant.

*Resurrection... was the most alarming aspect of these elves!*

Once the Teleportation Array was established, these folks would likely stand invincible, and the original advantage of the Half-Beasts would be entirely lost...

Bazan clenched his fists, recalling the command from the Father God's Oracle that the Chief Priest had conveyed to him.

The main content was that the Half-Beast Army must withstand the elves' attack, protect Sandstorm City where the "World Tree Divine Country" appeared, and ultimately force the presence behind the elves to act...

As for who exactly stood behind the elves, the oracle did not specify, but Bazan and the Chief Priest were already tacitly aware.

What else could the existence valued by the True God be?

It must be a myth hidden behind the scenes.

*This... was actually a plot against that so-called Goddess of Life in the Elf Forest!*

However, the core of this conspiracy lay in the immense strength of the Half-Beasts, who relied on the defenses of Sandstorm City to resist the elves' siege, but if they couldn't withstand it... everything would turn to nothing.

"We can't go on like this... If the elves actually establish the Teleportation Array, even if they have to pile up bodies, they could likely tear a breach in Sandstorm City!"

Bazan said firmly.

Undoubtedly, once the elves succeeded in setting up the Teleportation Array, they would surely launch a formal attack.

At that time, the Half-Beasts would have no way to exert pressure on the teleporting elves as required by the oracle!

Not to mention, as time went on, the rumors circulated more fiercely in Sandstorm City, some of which Bazan found hard to deny.

If this continued... even if the elves didn't attack, Sandstorm City might become unstable internally.

Three hundred thousand troops could be the strength Bazan prided himself on.

But if the army's morale wavered, this powerful force might also suffer a terrible backlash...

Under the dual pressures, if Sandstorm City exhausted the stored power of faith, it might indeed be breached by the elves!

Thinking of this, Bazan looked at the Chief Priest beside him and said firmly,

"High Priest, it's not that I don't want to follow the Father God's oracle, but now we simply can't wait any longer."

This time, the High Priest did not object.

He fell into silence.

Gazing at the elven camp outside the city for a moment, the Chief Priest sighed and said solemnly,

"I will now go to the temple to pray to the Father God and report this matter."

The current plan involved a mythical-level contention.

Many decisions were beyond what they could command or carry out on their own.

Having said that, the High Priest saluted Prophetic King Bazan and hurriedly left Sandstorm Tower, heading towards the temple in the city.

Watching the figure of the departing High Priest, Bazan also sighed in relief.

Then, his gaze again shifted to the increasingly fortress-like elven camp in the distance, he clenched his fist slightly:

"How did these elves... come out of the Elf Forest?"

...

The Chief Priest left Sandstorm Tower and, escorted by soldiers, headed straight for the temple.

While walking on the street, he could distinctly feel a more intricate atmosphere in Sandstorm City compared to previous days.

There were few pedestrians on the streets, but the patrolling soldiers had increased severalfold.

Upon seeing the High Priest, they would stop and bow their heads in respect.

However, the High Priest noticed that compared to the previous days' reverent respect, many of the residents and soldiers now had an indescribable emotion in their salutes.

Or rather... resentment.

Seeing this, the Chief Priest's expression grew gloomier.

"These damned elves!"

He cursed under his breath.

Quickening his pace, the High Priest soon arrived at the temple.

The temple in Sandstorm City was also a relic from the dwarf era, reportedly once a church of the Dwarves and the God of Forging, Dolfert.

Yet the Dwarves who lived here had abandoned their original faith when they forsook Sandstorm City, leaving it to the Half-Beasts.