Elf Kingdom:Game of the World Tree

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Goblin High Priest (Vote for recommendation!)
Editor: Henyee Translations

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This was a toppled and dilapidated temple.

The symbols of the Mother Nature and the Elf Rune Stele had long been destroyed by sharp weapons and desecrated with filthy blood.

The statue, originally belonging to the Goddess, had also been smashed, replaced by a wooden male Divine clad in furs and holding a battle axe and a longbow.

This was Uller, the god of winter and hunting.

At the base of the statue, an elderly, hunched goblin was kneeling and worshiping.

It wore a tattered mage robe stolen from a human caravan, an awkward felt hat, and in front of it lay a crystal glowing faintly green.

“Great god of winter and hunting, this is the third Divine Blood Crystal your servant has found this month, only seven more to reach the minimum offering of thirty-three required to be sacrificed to you.”

It hunched its body, eyes cloudy, with wrinkles seemingly etched into its bones, its expression fervent and devout.

Because Uller resided in the Heavenly Realm, a cross-realm sacrifice required considerable energy. Thus, to conserve Divine Power, She instructed her followers to gather enough offerings before making a concentrated sacrifice, only engaging in simple communications with believers at most during ordinary times.

As the goblin prayed, the statue emitted a faint golden light that gently brushed over its body.

For a moment, the old goblin felt as if its aged body had regained some youth.

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“Praise be to the god of winter and hunting!”

The old goblin expressed slight joy, bowing its head even lower.

After finishing its prayer to the Divine, the old goblin stood up.

It adjusted the felt hat on its head, carefully picked up the Skull Wand with a massive Treasure Bead embedded in it from under its body, and lovingly wiped it clean before leaving the ruined temple, satisfied.

The old goblin’s name was Gululu, an 11-level Black Iron Lower goblin priest.

However, Gululu preferred to call itself the High Priest, because in the goblin tribe dominating the Feilengcui Ruins, it possessed the strongest power; the other three goblin priests were no match for it, submitting to its rule.

Its strength did not stem from abundant Divine Favor but rather from a fortunate encounter before being recruited by Uller when it obtained a Magic Wand, becoming a rare goblin spellcaster.

Moreover, it also mastered mysterious Undead Magic!

It was because of this Undead Magic that it could suppress the other two goblin priests of the same 11-level so thoroughly.

*However, it was already too old.*

*If things developed normally, it would have at most three years left to live.*

Fortunately, Uller’s appearance offered it hope. The magnificent deity promised that if it could collect thirty-three shards of the World Tree’s Divine Blood Crystal by the year’s end, she would grant it a new life.

Gululu’s luck was not too bad.

For some reason, since the Great War of the Gods a millennium ago, the World Tree’s Divine Blood Crystals lost in the Elf Forest had been nearly forgotten, with Uller only recently discreetly initiating a divine oracle to search for them.

Thus, for believers who worked hard, gathering some crystals was not exceedingly difficult.

With the tribe’s power, in just a few months, it had amassed a total of twenty-six.

“*Thus, strength is the foundation of this world!*”

Gululu caressed its Skull Wand, saying to itself in ecstasy.

After walking out of the temple, Gululu arrived at the street in the Feilengcui Ruins.

However, seeing the vast emptiness of the broken ruins, its aged eyebrows gradually furrowed.

“*Why are there so few people?*”

Gululu looked around and saw a goblin sleeping soundly.

It sneered quietly, walked over, and kicked it awake.

The goblin woke up angrily, grabbing a stick to retaliate, but after recognizing Gululu, it immediately changed its expression, crouching like a docile chick, muttering “Ah-yah, ah-yah” while kissing Gululu’s toes…

A trace of disdain flashed in Gululu’s eyes.

It looked down on these intellectually inferior kin.

*In its perspective, although they shared the same appearance, they were entirely different species.*

*This group of inept waste couldn’t even speak Common Language!*

*If it weren’t for its inability to summon undead capable of touching Divine Blood Crystals with its Undead Magic, crucial to its treasure hunt, it wouldn’t even bother acknowledging this bunch of waste.*

However, the tribe’s strength was indispensable at present to achieve its goals.

With this in mind, it nudged the goblin on the ground and asked,

“Where are the others? Why did so many suddenly disappear?”

Upon hearing Gululu’s words, the goblin’s face showed a hint of bewilderment, then realization dawned, and it began to exclaim “Ah-ah-ah” while gesturing something.

“*Hmm? You say they saw a human woman passing by outside the ruins? They went to capture her?*”

Gululu frowned.

The goblin nodded repeatedly.

Having the confirmation, Gululu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“*A human woman?*”

*The closest human kingdom to the Elf Forest was several hundred kilometers away; human caravans only passed through in the summer, and where would that leave room for any human woman?*

*This pack of waste must be longing for females madly!*

It flung away the responding goblin, then walked toward the edge of Feilengcui.

As it moved forward, Gululu’s expression darkened increasingly.

Because it realized the goblin numbers in the ruins dwindled far more than it anticipated.

“*At least two hundred must have run off…*”

It muttered through gritted teeth.

As Gululu advanced, a commotion erupted from the southwest direction of the Feilengcui Ruins.

Gululu raised an eyebrow, walking over inconspicuously…

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Southwest entrance of Feilengcui.

The disguised Demacia continued to flaunt as usual.

Not only that, but to attract more elite monsters, he also boldly ventured deeper into the ruins.

“*Come on, you adorable little creatures!*”

Watching the goblins gradually attracted by him, Demacia sneered inwardly.

Yet suddenly, a sense of impending danger arose instinctively within.

Demacia’s heart tightened, feeling as though a venomous snake had targeted him…

The Elf body’s senses were highly acute.

Demacia almost instinctively turned his head toward a certain direction.

As soon as he identified the source of danger, he felt the scalp-tingling terror envelop him.

On a ruined stele within the ruins, a goblin shrouded in a shady mage robe was coldly staring at him.

It was none other than the Goblin High Priest, Gululu.

The eerie, terrifying aura emanating from him was palpable to Demacia even from several dozen meters away.

“*Damn… such bad luck, definitely triggered a BOSS!*”

Sensing Gululu’s gaze, Demacia cursed inwardly.

“*Time to scram…*”

He hesitated not for a moment, turning to flee.

“*A human woman, is it…*”

Gululu let out a soft chuckle.

Upon first laying eyes on this so-called “woman,” it discerned that a certain disguise magic seemed to shroud them.

“*Could it be a mercenary?*”

Gululu speculated within.

But since it had discovered Demacia, it intended not to let him escape.

*Two hundred missing goblins were no small matter!*

*He had to catch this detestable bastard!*

Gululu resolved with clenched teeth.

It worried not about any hidden mercenary forces backing him; Demacia didn’t dare appear openly before Gululu, indicating his awareness of his inferior strength.

*Resorting to sneaky tactics even to deal with goblins, demonstrating his guilty conscience!*

With this realization, it decisively swung the giant Skull Wand, releasing a chilling energy from the Treasure Bead.

Amid eerie energy fluctuations, skeletal hands emerged beneath Demacia, fiercely grabbing at his legs…

Meanwhile, watching the live player broadcast within the Divine Space, Eve’s Divine Soul trembled, suddenly sensing a stirring unease welling up from within.

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