Elf Believers

The Dark Mountains are located in the southwest of the Seggs Continent, bordering the Elf forest in the north, the endless sea in the west, the fertile plain in the east, and the Death Desert in the south...

Because the obsidian reserves in the mountains are extremely rich, even the mountain peaks are dyed with a layer of deep black, hence the name.

However, due to the rugged terrain and barren land, the Dark Mountains have not become a paradise for animals and plants, but only grow some drought-tolerant trees and shrubs and alpine meadows, as well as numerous kinds of wild animals.

But it is rumored that in ancient times, the Dark Mountains were not barren. At that time, it was as rich and beautiful as the Elf Forest, and even had another nice name, the Fei Leng Cui Mountain.

But after a battle of gods, everything was destroyed.

Now, the harsh environment of the Dark Mountains is almost as famous as the Death Desert.

Except for the caravans that had to cross the mountains, and the dwarves and humans trying to find mines in the dark mountains, few people set foot here...

Northwest of the Dark Mountains, in a hidden valley.

In the corner of the valley, simple stone houses are arranged in a star-shaped arrangement, forming a small village.

But even if the structure is simple, these stone houses are neatly arranged and cleaned. Not only that, there are flowers and shrubs planted around each house, enough to show the owner's love for nature... This is not easy in the dark mountains.

In the center of the village is a small open square, on which a simple high platform is built with stones and rattan.

At this moment, more than 200 residents are gathering under the high platform. They are old and young. Everyone is wearing a linen hood that can cover their faces.

And the vaguely pointed ears and outstanding appearance declared their identity elves.

The elves sat together in twos and threes, looking curiously at the high platform.

On the high platform, stood two elders.

One of the old elves was wearing a gray sacrificial uniform. His hair and beard were all white, and he was in high spirits. It was the old priest Samir Gale, who was sent by Eve to gather the elves.

The other is an old female elf.

Her name is Felixir Flame, and she is the village chief of this elf village and an old friend of Samir.

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

"Samir, I have called all the clansmen as you said. What do you have to say, can you say it now?"

Samir looked at the more than 200 people in the audience with a complicated expression:

"Is this all the Flame tribesmen?"

Felixir lowered her eyelids, and her voice had a touch of sadness:

"There's only so much left."

"Hey... I didn't expect that the Flame Tribe, which once had a population of nearly 10,000, has declined to this point."

Samir sighed, heartbroken.

However, compared to the Gale Tribe whose ethnic group has completely dissipated, the Flame Tribe is already considered good.

After listening to Samir's words, Felixir's eyes became a little hazy, she squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said:

"What can be done? Without the protection of the true God, we are all just homeless children, let alone bullying... It's good to find a hiding place in the Fei Leng Cui Mountain."

In the world of Seggs where there are gods, it is difficult for ordinary intelligent races without the blessing of true gods to survive in the battles of various races...

In particular, the elves themselves have a fatal attraction to other races.

Losing their strength and protection, their beautiful appearance, their long lifespan, their innate magical constitution, are all coveted by other races.

Coupled with the fact that the elves are indifferent to the world, love peace and are kind-hearted, they are not good at fighting people, so in a series of conspiracy struggles, the ethnic group is getting weaker and weaker.

God's blessing?

Samir's eyes flashed.

I saw him taking a deep breath, showing a bright smile, and his voice with a hint of enthusiasm and excitement:

"Actually... I came here this time for this."

"Um?"

Felixir looked at him in surprise.

It was not until this time that the old patriarch of the Flame Tribe realized that the old friend in front of him seemed to be slightly different from the image in his memory.

Although he hadn't seen him for many years, Samir looked more energetic. There was a faint glow in his eyes, and he seemed to be full of hope for the future.

It is far from what the gray old man I saw a few years ago. The numbness and despair in the turbid eyes have disappeared.

Felixir's eyes narrowed.

The hurricane tribe of elves is the most special of all elves. They shoulder the responsibility of sacrificing the mother of nature, and are also known as the priest family.

After the fall of the World Tree, the Gale Clan was also the one that suffered the most and was the most persecuted.

As the elder of the clan, Samir Gale, it can be said that she has completely experienced the process of the prosperity and decline of the Gale family... Every time she sees each other, she is full of grief and despair.

And if she remembered correctly, Samir should have been near the Elf Forest, and insisted on the sacrifice of nature with the last saint of nature, hoping to wake up the mother goddess...

But now...

Looking at Samir's energetic, high-spirited look, and his hopeful and bright eyes, Felixir suddenly had an unbelievable thought...

Could it be...

Her heart, which had not fluctuated for many years, suddenly jumped violently.

"you..."

She looked at Samir, her voice trembling, she seemed to be wondering something, and she seemed to be looking forward to something.

Samir turned his head, smiled gently at his old friend, and then stretched out his arms...

A splendid holy light radiated from him, with reassuring power and a strong natural aura.

The rays of light were so radiant that at this moment, Samir seemed to have become the darling of nature. That powerful breath of life swept the entire square in an instant...

Feeling the huge natural power in the old priest's body, Felixir's eyes widened, and he lost his voice in shock:

"Silver... Silver Priest!"

Silver Priest!

After the fall of Mother Nature, how many years have you not seen such a high-ranking priest?

Silver is a watershed, only true gods can support a silver-level priest!

At this moment, Felixir felt that her old heart was beating more and more violently like a young man. The idea that was originally absurd and full of endless hope has faintly pointed to a certain reality!

"This this..."

She murmured, barely able to speak to herself.

The power of the Holy Light also attracted all the elves. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the elves on the high platform in shock and blankness.

Looking at the gathered eyes, Samir smiled slightly.

I saw him facing the north, reverently drawing a symbol of the mother of nature on his chest, and his voice was gentle and powerful:

"My compatriots, our true God... is back. He has issued a divine decree, calling us to return to the elf forest and regain the glory that belongs to us!"

After finishing speaking, he took out a golden leaf from his arms, which was the leaf of the sacred artifact World Tree that Eve exerted divine power on.

I saw Samir holding up the leaves of the world tree, and reverently inspired the power in it...

In an instant, the rich natural divine power spreads, branches sprout wherever it goes, and hundreds of flowers bloom.

Looking at this miraculous scene, all the elves fell into shock.

"It's the power of nature! It's the power of nature!"

An old elf recognized it, and his voice was full of excitement.

Along with the miracle, an ethereal and ethereal sacred voice echoed in the air:

"Children, go home."

Children, go home...

That majestic voice is soft and pleasant...with a hint of sigh, but also full of endless vicissitudes, and has a strange power to soothe people's hearts.

This is the metaphor that Eve recorded in the leaves of the world tree.

In an instant, all the elves felt a warm energy pouring into their bodies, and their bodies, which were weakened by long-term wandering, gradually regained their strength!

With a "pop", Felixir subconsciously knelt down on the ground, looked at the radiant leaves of the world, felt the vitality in her body, and two lines of turbid tears fell down.

I saw her raised her head, her expression surprised and sad:

"Lord Mother Goddess... This is the power of Lord Mother Goddess!"

"She... is back!"