Elf Kingdom:Game of the World Tree Chapter 93 – Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Don't Go to Your Deaths!

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Don't Go to Your Deaths!

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Those were hundreds of fully-armed elves!

They had various styles, most of them clad in magnificent armor, yet they were all young elves.

They wielded all sorts of weapons, their faces twisted in a frenzy, looking at the Half-Beasts as if they were their mortal enemies,

“This is too awful! How can we start fighting so quickly? I haven't even eaten yet!”

This voice carried dissatisfaction.

“Another NPC has fallen!”

This voice carried astonishment.

“Damn it! Everyone, charge quickly! Rescue them!”

This voice carried urgency.

“What's that in the sky? Is it a dragon?”

This voice carried surprise and curiosity.

“So cool! Screenshot, screenshot!”

This voice carried excitement.

“Screenshot my ass! That's the enemy! Get in there and protect the NPCs! They're all experience and contribution points!”

This voice… seemed to be so pained they couldn't breathe.

“Yes! Fight your way in! Protect the NPCs!”

“Ura—!”

Their voices were filled with madness.

The strange elves brought for reinforcements gazed from afar at the falling Flame Clan members, their expressions angry and agitated, like dragons whose reverse scales had been touched.

They… were the players who had come rushing!

After previously encircling the Half-Beast Hunting Team, and given all those hardcore players from the second beta test, the number of players reaching Black Iron level had already approached four hundred, and this time they went all out!

After all, in terms of experience, the rewards for all the main storyline tasks were incredibly rich!

Listening to their shouts, feeling the genuine concern in their words, the Flame Tribe elves' eyes reddened.

“Elves! It's the elves! Our clan has come to help us!”

An old elf choked out.

In an instant, the morale of the Flame Tribe was newly invigorated!

And the Half-Beast's formation was a bit bewildered by this sudden assault.

“Where did so many elves come from suddenly?!”

The Half-Beast Priest's scalp tingled as he looked at the hundreds of tall figures and magnificent equipment behind them.

The Giant Mountain Priest had not revealed Black Stone's secret operation, and Uller's oracle had not been announced, so the ordinary priests and Half-Beasts did not yet know the changes in the Elf Forest…

These few hundred elves popping up suddenly had genuinely frightened them.

While Philosier's eyes lit up, she raised her magic wand and commanded,

“Reinforcements have arrived! Everyone work together, let's break through!”

However, when the strange elves engaged them, the Half-Beasts were dumbfounded.

Because they discovered these elves' strength was pathetically weak, at most mid-level Black Iron Lower, and their combat experience was very poor.

Just one exchange, and several elves were cut down like vegetables.

“So… so weak!”

The Half-Beasts looked at the elves knocked down with just one blow, dumbfounded.

The Priest's eyes brightened, shouting,

“This is a bunch of rookies! Capture these young elves!”

But the Flame Clan, watching the young elves starting to fall, showed expressions of guilt and sadness.

The few dozens of old elves remaining exchanged glances and nodded in succession.

Their aura changed, and they began to fight desperately without fear of injury!

“Our clan members are creating opportunities for us with their blood and lives. We must break through!”

They shouted as they charged into the Half-Beasts for slaughter.

And watching these dozens of old elves fighting as if abandoning their lives, the players' eyes reddened.

“Damn! Don't, grandma, grandpa!”

“Experience points! It's all experience points and contribution! My heart aches!”

“Charge! Go help them!”

“Where's Lord El! Where is Lord El! Requesting support!”

They shouted, fought, and also went all out.

And as they clashed again, gradually, the Half-Beasts were filled with shock.

Because although these charging elves were weak, they were fearless of death.

They did everything they could to harm the Half-Beasts, even launching suicide attacks!

Moreover, they seemed not to care about their injuries at all; even with their last breath, they wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from the Half-Beasts…

Many Half-Beasts were suddenly hugged by these crazed elves, and upon their shout of “Fire on me!” they were engulfed by other elves' magic…

“They've gone crazy! These elves have gone crazy!”

The Half-Beast Priest was utterly stunned looking at these elves who didn't care for even their companion's lives.

The Flame Tribe was also stunned.

Philosier looked at the young elves charging suicidally, filled with heartache, moved, and confusion.

She shouted,

“Children! Don't throw your lives away!”

However, these elves who came to their aid did not stop, and casualties rapidly mounted.

In less than ten minutes, dozens had died.

For a time, the Flame Tribe's eyes also reddened.

In all these years, they had never seen the Elf Clan suffer such heavy losses in such a short time!

Moreover… they were all young lives!

“Children, don't throw your lives away!”

“Kill them! Break through!”

“Evil Half-Beasts! I will fight you with my life!”

All the Flame Clan became furious and began fighting desperately.

Young lives… they were the future of the Elf Clan!

And seeing the Flame Clan start fighting for their lives, the players' eyes reddened even more.

“Damn! Grandma, grandpa, big brother, big sister! Don't throw your lives away!”

“Don't worry about us! We won't die!”

“Another one died, oh my God! My heart aches so much!”

“Kill them quickly! One for one! Sacrifice to handle these Half-Beasts!”

They fought with increased aggression.

“They've gone mad! All these elves have gone mad!”

The Half-Beast Priest was utterly stunned looking at the elves who no longer feared for their lives.

And at this moment, a thin figure suddenly dashed out from the crowd.

It was a short elf youth, with silver hair and blue eyes, his young face carrying some resilience and anger.

He wielded an Elf Short Sword, weaving through the Half-Beasts.

Every Half-Beast he engaged with was quickly disarmed and severely injured.

The players' morale soared instantly,

“Lord El has come to support us!”

“Nice going, El!”

They immediately followed El's actions, ganging up on the Half-Beasts he had severely injured.

In no time the Half-Beasts' casualties rapidly increased, and their morale plummeted!

“Silver! Another Silver!”

Looking at El weaving through, the Half-Beast Priest's expression was terrified.

It was chaos.

It was complete chaos.

If the players' arrival could still make the Half-Beasts hold on, then El at silver-level strength became the tipping point that overturned the balance!

The Half-Beast formation finally began to collapse!

The players charging at the forefront finally connected with the Flame Clan members.

“Brave children!”

Looking at the players rushing up, Philosier's expression was agitated.

She waved her magic wand, preparing to continue fighting.

But a player suddenly charged forward, blocking her.

There was a “squelch” sound, and hot blood splattered over her.

A Half-Beast's longsword stabbed into that player's chest.

In an instant, Philosier was stunned.

She hurriedly held the young clansman coughing up blood, her eyes tearful,

“Why… why…”

And the player, while spewing blood, smiled at her, a solemn expression,

“The Goddess… said… not to let you… get hurt, we… won't let you… get hurt…”

“But…”

Philosier's expression was sorrowful,

“Even if you didn't block… I could have blocked him…”

Player:…

“Cough, cough…”

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, his neck twisted, and he died…

Similar scenes began to play out everywhere,

“Child! I'm already old, not worth you blocking a blow for!”

“Child! Get up, stay strong!”

“Why! Why would you do this!”

“Ahhh! Damn Half-Beasts, they're all so young, all the future of the Elf Clan…”

The players joined the Flame Clan's ranks but no longer proactively fought the Half-Beasts… Instead, they recklessly protected the Flame Tribe elves, fearing they'd suffer even a scratch.

Even at the cost of their own lives.

This moved the Flame Tribe elves yet left them unable to understand.

They felt for a moment as though they'd become like the Elf Royal Family breaking through a siege centuries ago, being fiercely protected by fellow clan members.

And gradually, the battlefield's situation reversed, and the Half-Beasts began to flee under El and some players' pursuit…

The young Black Dragon Mairrel in the sky, however, remained unable to break through the barrier.

It could only continuously crash into the cage of light while looking at El and the players hunting Half-Beasts, roaring in anger,

“Indeed, the evil intelligent races are this cruel! Ruaaa——! I will never spare you!”

As for the elves who died at the hands of the Half-Beasts, it completely ignored.

Because in Mairrel's view, an evil race deserved the punishment of death…

And listening to the Black Dragon's roar, the players were utterly bewildered,

“Evil intelligent races?”

“Is it… talking about us?”

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