Elf Kingdom:Game of the World Tree Chapter 91 – Chapter 91: Chapter 91: The Dragon's Interception

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: The Dragon's Interception

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Upon hearing Samir's words, the Flame Tribe members hesitated for a moment.

A trembling old Elf reluctantly touched the bag in his hand, lifting a corner to reveal several thick, ornate, ancient books.

His voice was full of bitterness,

“These… these are the paper books we risked our lives to bring out from the Elf Forest years ago. They are the millennium heritage of the Elf Clan. If we leave them behind, then the Elves…”

Samir looked at him with a complicated expression and sighed,

“The Mother Goddess has returned; civilization can continue. But if the Elves die, then there will be nothing left.”

Philosier touched the thick genealogical record of the Flame Tribe she carried, a muddled tear gleamed at the corner of her eye.

“Alas…”

She sighed, and under the disbelieving gazes of the old Elves, she resolutely threw that heavy genealogical book, which had recorded the history and glory of the Flame Tribe for thousands of years, to the ground…

“Cl…Clan Leader!”

Several old Elves gasped in shock.

Philosier glanced at them and released the aura of the Black Iron Upper from her body…

In an instant, all the old Elves fell silent, looking at her with pleading eyes.

Philosier avoided their gaze, her voice as cold and hard as iron, carrying an undeniable authority,

“History is written by civilizations, and the vessel of the Silver Civilization will always be the Elves themselves. If we can't even protect ourselves, then these books… are better left!”

“Look at the children in the tribe! We still have a future; we still have hope! We have lived a life of wandering and hardship; we cannot let them live the same life!”

Having said that, she loudly ordered with her aged voice,

“Everyone, drop the heavy loads and food supplies. Take only weapons and protect the children; break through at full speed!”

Seeing their revered old Clan Leader act like this, the Elves hesitated for a moment, then steeled themselves and threw down their luggage.

For a moment, some sobs broke out in the crowd.

The old Elves, with red eyes, drew their weapons, glancing mournfully at the items on the ground, and followed with a roar, “Break through! We break through!”

Countless magical glows radiated from their bodies.

These old Elves, having lived until now, although aged, were once the mightiest warriors of the Elf Clan!

*Watching the tribespeople transform their grief into strength, for a moment, Philosier felt a bit dazed.*

*She felt as if she was back in those days of leading the Elf Army, desperately breaking through from the Elf Forest under the siege of the human, Beastman, and Half-dragon allianc…*

Taking a deep breath, she raised her flame staff, which had been passed down for a thousand years,

“Friends, let us go! Let us go home!”

A dazzling magic power glow erupted from her staff, causing the plants ahead to part and create a path automatically.

Three-ring spell, “Jungle Command.”

The more than two hundred Elves reformed their ranks, with all the aged old Elves moving to the outer edge, Elf Warriors and Elf Wanderers leading the charge, and mages, Druids, and Elf Archers forming the rear guard.

Meanwhile, the young and strong carried the young elves and were protected in the middle of the formation.

“Charge!”

They shouted in unison, charging down the path opened by the Clan Leader.

And after they had passed, the plants closed again, hiding the original path.

“Not good! Those Elves are attempting to break out!”

In the distance, the Half-Beast Scout, who had been persistently watching them, saw them leave, quickly blowing the horn again.

Hidden within the Elf Forest, the Half-Beast squad also started to move under the horn's signal.

“The Scouts are sending messages, take them out!”

Hearing the horn of the Scouts, Samir's expression changed, shouting to the Elf Hunters in the group.

A few Elf Hunters hesitated, instinctively aiming at their opponent's limbs.

At that moment, an old Elf snatched a bow, aimed at the Half-Beast Scout, and fired…

In a flash, the arrow pierced the throat of the Half-Beast.

Afterward, the old Elf looked at the Hunters, eyes red, and said, “In such times, show no mercy! Remember how they have treated us over the years! Is your accurate archery just for target practice?!”

“Even if the killing leads us to hell in death, we must carve a path for the Flame Tribe!”

Hearing his words, a flash of shame crossed the faces of the Elf Hunters.

But soon, their expressions turned resolute, each raising their bow and arrow.

Meanwhile, the main Half-Beast force, guided by the horn, finally intercepted the Elves of the Flame Tribe.

Nearly a hundred fully armed Half-Beasts emerged from the forest, their bodies shimmering with Divine Power under the Priest's Divine Arts, blocking the Elves' path.

And at the same time, more Half-Beasts were rushing from further within the forest.

“Leave no old Elves behind, capture all females and young Elves alive!”

In the Half-Beast squad, the leading Priest shouted loudly.

“Hmph!”

Samir snorted coldly, an immense Magic Power gathering within him.

Having received Eve's Divine Favor, he had become a Level 41 Silver Lower Natural Priest.

Yet, in truth, he possessed another class—

Druid.

As he advanced in the Natural Priest profession, his Druid profession also received feedback, equally advancing to Silver Lower!

This was the true reason Eve chose him to find the elves!

To protect the secret of the Mother Goddess, Samir intended not to use Divine Arts lightly, but he could employ the magic unique to Druids.

And with the undulating incantations, countless thick vines burst from the soil, entwining the approaching Half-Beasts.

“Mid-level Druid!”

Among the Half-Beasts, a Priest shrieked, causing the entire squad's momentum to stall.

Mid-level… that already represented the rank of Silver.

In the entire Rock Cave Tribe, only the High Priest possessed that strength!

In an instant, the Half-Beasts were somewhat disorganized.

The old Elves at the front of the formation were invigorated, drawing their weapons and seizing the chance to hack down the unfortunate Half-Beasts.

However, upon closer inspection, one would find that the Elves did not pursue the Half-Beasts to extermination; once they lost the ability to fight, they were not pursued further…

*Mercy…*

*It was the glory of the Elf Clan and also its sorrow.*

Samir's magic was like a disruptive weight cast into the scales of war.

The potent control magic was unleashed, and almost instantly, the Half-Beasts' combat capability was diminished. Facing the desperate Elves, the melee-inclined opponents suddenly collapsed.

However, even with Silver-level strength, Samir could not control all the Half-Beasts.

Many Half-Beasts still managed to break through, clashing with the Elves.

And once the battle was joined, the disparity became evident.

The old Elves, ultimately being advanced in age, while most of the Half-Beasts were in their prime.

They naturally had the upper hand in physique and stamina, and with orders for the complete elimination of the old Elves, within mere moments, several old Elves had fallen.

Seeing her fallen people, Philosier's eyes turned red.

*Every old Elf who survived to this point was her comrade.*

And every old Elf, having experienced the passage of time, possessed countless knowledge…

*In peaceful times, each elder would be the most precious treasure of the tribe.*

*But now, they had to fight desperately for the future of the tribe.*

Philosier closed her eyes, then reopened them fiercely.

She turned her sorrow into strength, continuously casting Magic Shields on the tribespeople at the front, while she roared,

“Kill! We break through!”

The old Elves' sacrifice was not in vain; they also exhausted the Half-Beasts' strength.

Fighting desperately, they indeed tore open a path through the encirclement!

Seeing the forest ahead, Samir's eyes lit up, shouting, “We're about to break through! Everyone, push harder, disengage quickly, do not entangle with the Half-Beasts!”

After speaking, he glanced at the injured old tribespeople in the lineup, gritting his teeth, “Elders and the wounded… stay behind to cover!”

After speaking, he said to Philosier, “Philosier, lead the tribespeople in breaking through, and I will also stay to assist in covering!”

Philosier's eyes narrowed, wanting to say something, but seeing Samir's determined gaze, she ultimately nodded,

“You… must catch up.”

After speaking, she raised the staff and shouted again,

“Break through!”

Then she led the remaining tribespeople onward.

The Priest hidden within the Half-Beast squad's face changed, “Not good! They're about to break through! Quick! Quickly summon Lord Mairrel! We can't let them break through!”

An accompanying Half-Beast received the instruction, quickly pulling out a horn and blowing it to the sky,

“Oooo—”

The horn's sound was incredibly loud, reaching far into the distance…

And soon, countless birds flew out of the forest, as if startled by something, scattering widely.

“Rua—”

An excited screech echoed from the sky.

“What sound is that?”

The Elves immediately became highly alert.

However, before they could look up, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the scene.

Everyone, including the Half-Beasts, involuntarily shivered for a moment.

A massive shadow enveloped the Elves who had broken through.

Philosier slowly raised her head.

She saw an intimidating gargantuan creature!

With a sinister appearance, jet-black scales, a skull-like head, and those distinctive spines and horns atop it…

In that instant, her pupils shrank dramatically, and she couldn't help but cry out,

“A black… Black Dragon!”

Black Dragon!

Among all the dragons in the Segis World—

The most violent, vile, evil, ferocious, and also the most infamous existence!

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