Elf Kingdom:Game of the World Tree Chapter 50 – Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Elf Believers (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!)

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Elf Believers (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!)
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The Dark Mountain Range was located in the southwest of Segis Continent. To the north lay the Elf Forest, to the west the Endless Sea, to the east the Fertile Plain, and to the south the Death Desert…

Because the mountains were rich in obsidian deposits, even the peaks were covered with a deep black hue, hence the name.

However, due to the rugged terrain and poor soil, the Dark Mountain Range was not a paradise for flora and fauna, but only home to a few drought-resistant shrubs, alpine meadows, and a handful of wildlife species.

But it was rumored that in ancient times, the Dark Mountain Range was not barren. It was as fertile and beautiful as the Elf Forest, and even had another melodic name—Jade Mountain.

But after a divine war, the heavens and earth shattered, and everything was destroyed.

Now, the harsh environment of the Dark Mountain Range was almost as infamous as the Death Desert.

Apart from caravans needing to cross the mountains and dwarves and humans searching for mineral deposits, few set foot here…

In a secluded valley in the northwest of the Dark Mountain Range.

In the corner of the valley, simple stone houses were arranged like stars, forming a small village.

Even though the structures were simple, the stone houses were neatly aligned and meticulously cleaned. Moreover, each house was surrounded by flowers and shrubs, showing the owner's love for nature… a rarity in the Dark Mountain Range.

In the village's center, there was an open, small plaza, where a simple raised platform was built with stones and vines.

At this moment, over two hundred residents had gathered under the platform. They were of all ages, each wearing hooded linen garments that covered their faces. Their bodies were thin, their eyes dull and lifeless, showing the hardships of their lives.

Yet, the pointed ears and striking appearance that peeked out declared their identity—elves.

The elves sat in little groups, curiously gazing at the platform.

On the platform, stood two elders.

One was an elderly elf wearing gray priestly robes. His hair and beard were white, and his demeanor was spirited. He was the old priest sent by the Mother Goddess to gather the Elf Clan—Samir Wind.

The other was an elderly female elf.

Her name was Philosier Flame, the chief of this elf village and an old friend of Samir.

The female elf glanced at Samir beside her, sighed, and said,

“Samir, as you requested, I've gathered all the tribe members. What do you have to say now?”

Samir looked at the more than two hundred people below, his expression complicated,

“Are these all the members of the Flame Tribe?”

Philosier lowered her eyelids, her voice tinged with faint sadness,

“This is all that's left.”

“Ah… I never thought the Flame Tribe, which once had nearly ten thousand people, would decline to this extent.”

Samir sighed, feeling a pang of sorrow in his heart.

However, compared to the Gale Tribe, which had completely dispersed, the Flame Tribe was faring much better.

Hearing Samir's words, Philosier's eyes became unfocused, and she forced a smile more pitiful than crying, saying,

“What can we do? Without the protection of the True God, we're nothing but homeless children, subjected to bullying… Finding a hiding place on Jade Mountain is already quite good.”

In the Segis World, where the Divine existed, it was difficult for ordinary intelligent races without the protection of a True God to survive the conflicts among races…

Especially since elves themselves were fatally attractive to other races.

Without power and protection, their beautiful appearances, their long lifespans, their innate magical constitutions, were all coveted by other races.

Combined with the fact that the Elf Clan was isolated, loved peace, and was inherently kind, they were not good at fighting, and thus weakened through a series of conspiracies and struggles.

*The protection of the True God?*

Samir's eyes flashed.

He took a deep breath, revealing a brilliant smile, his voice tinged with a touch of fanaticism and excitement,

“In fact… I came here this time, exactly for this matter.”

“Hmm?”

Philosier looked at him in surprise.

Only then did the old chief of the Flame Tribe notice that the old friend before her seemed slightly different from the image in her memory.

Although they hadn't seen each other in years, Samir appeared more lively. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if filled with hope for the future.

That was far from the numbness and despair in the cloudy eyes of the gray old man she had seen years ago.

Philosier's eyes narrowed.

The Gale Tribe of elves was the most unique of all the elf tribes; they bore the responsibility of worshipping Mother Nature and were also known as the Priest Tribe.

After the World Tree fell, the Gale Tribe suffered the greatest blow and persecution.

And as an elder of the tribe, Samir Wind had completely experienced the rise and fall of the Gale Tribe… Every time she saw him, he was in a state of grief and despair. If she remembered correctly, Samir should have been near the Elf Forest, maintaining the natural rituals with the last Natural Saintess, hoping to awaken the Mother Goddess…

But now…

Looking at Samir's energetic, vibrant demeanor, and eyes filled with hope and light, Philosier suddenly had a thought that was hard to believe…

*Could it be…*

*Her heart, untouched for many years, suddenly beat intensely.*

“You…”

She looked at Samir, her voice trembling, as if in doubt, yet expectant of something.

Samir turned his head, smiled gently at his old friend, then opened his arms…

An explosion of radiant Holy Light radiated from him, carrying a soothing power and a strong essence of nature.

The light was blinding. In this moment, Samir seemed transformed into nature's favorite child. The powerful life force swept across the entire plaza…

Feeling the immense natural power within the old priest, Philosier widened her eyes in astonishment, exclaiming, “Silver… Silver Priest!”

Silver Priest!

Since Mother Nature fell, how many years had it been since they'd seen a priest of such high rank?

Silver was a watershed. Only a True God could support a priest of silver rank!

At this moment, Philosier felt her old heart beat intensely, like a young person's. The once absurd but endlessly hopeful thought subtly pointed towards a certain reality!

“This… this…”

She mumbled, almost unable to speak.

The power of the Holy Light also attracted all the elves. They looked up, shocked and confused, at the elf elder on the platform.

Meeting their converging gazes, Samir smiled gently.

Facing north, he drew a symbol of Mother Nature on his chest, his voice soft yet powerful,

“Brethren, our True God… has returned. She has delivered a prophecy, calling us back to the Elf Forest to reclaim our lost glory!”

Having said that, he took out a golden leaf from his sleeve—the sacred artifact imbued with divine power by Eve—the World Tree's leaf.

Holding the World Tree leaf high, Samir reverently and respectfully unleashed its power…

In an instant, the intense natural divine power spread, sprouting buds and blooming flowers wherever it touched. In the blink of an eye, the plaza was surrounded by clusters of flowers and lush vines…

Witnessing this seemingly divine miracle, all the elves were engulfed in shock.

“It's the Natural Divine Power! This is the Natural Divine Power!”

A voice full of excitement came from an elderly elf who recognized it.

Accompanying the miracle, an ethereal, holy voice echoed in the air,

“Children, come home.”

“Children, come home…”

That majestic voice was gentle, pleasant, carried a trace of regret, yet was filled with endless antiquity, possessing a peculiar calming force.

This was Eve's prophecy recorded on the World Tree leaf.

In an instant, all the elves felt a warm energy surge into their bodies. The weak frames, weary from long wandering, gradually regained strength!

With a thud, Philosier instinctively knelt on the ground. Gazing at the brilliant World Tree leaf, feeling the vibrant life force within her, tears streamed down her weathered face.

She raised her head, her expression a mix of joy and sorrow,

“Mother Goddess… This is the power of the Mother Goddess!”

“She… has returned!”

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