The Soul of the Elf Race

The half-orcs opened their eyes with difficulty. They looked horrified when they looked at Al, who was pale, biting his lips, and approaching step by step with a machete.

At this point, they found themselves regaining the ability to speak.

They saw the half-orc closest to Al hurriedly shouted:

"Don't come here, don't come here! We know we're wrong! We'll leave the Elf Forest now!"

There was a hint of hesitation in Al's expression.

It's just that when he remembered the various hardships his race experienced, his expression finally turned cold:

"It's been too many times..."

After speaking, he stood on tiptoe, swung the machete, and stabbed the orc's chest.

"It's... too late."

At the moment when the machete stabbed into the chest, the orc let out a painful howl, and then the whole body began to twitch, and it quickly aged, and quickly turned to ashes...

War sacrifice!

At the same time when the goddess bestowed the natural mark on Al, this unique Druid skill also became his passive ability.

Seeing the fate of their companions, the remaining orcs changed their faces.

Blackstone looked at the young elf in disbelief, and a huge wave surged in his heart:

"Changed...they changed..."

After killing the first half-orc, Al looked at his blood-stained hands, and his expression became more determined:

"If only war and blood can save the clan... let's start with me!"

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the next orc...

The dark red blood splashed on his pale face, reflecting his silver broken hair and dark blue pupils, making the elf boy look extraordinarily condensed and determined.

"Shit, so handsome! Just like that two has been killed!"

Looking at Al's back, Demacia opened his mouth in surprise.

This cold and handsome Al is too fearsome, he'll attract a wave of female fans!

If I remember correctly, there are still quite a lot of shotacons on the forum!

He glanced at a few surviving female players, and found that many of them had bright eyes, almost putting stars in their eyes.

Demacia: …

"This superficial era..."

He looked up at the sky 45 degrees and shook his head sadly.

But soon, Demacia reacted, looking at Al with a hint of distress:

"Fuck! These are all experience points and contribution points!"

"Al! Leave some for big brother!"

He got up quickly and was about to pick up the machete to join the other party, but was surprised to find that his body couldn't move...

Demacia: …

"Damn animation!"

He cursed and sat down on the ground again.

Other players have noticed this too.

They were also unable to move, and had to watch Al kill one by one the incapacitated half-orcs.

Eve stood behind Al, watching his actions silently.

The elves are so naive.

For the future of the race, the elves must make some kind of change!

In the world of Seggs, the confrontation between races of different beliefs is cruel, and it cannot tolerate the slightest compassion.

If the elves want to rise again in the difficult times, only Eve's support is not enough, they must also go through the test of blood and tears to forge a brand new soul of the race!

The appearance of the player is an opportunity, and the appearance of Al is also an opportunity.

Eve hopes to condense a new racial concept for the elves starting from Al.

Peace never means weakness, kindness does not mean retreat!

In the face of ferocious enemies, you must also show your sword and fangs!

Looking at Al who was gradually walking towards him, Blackstone's pupils suddenly shrank.

His expression changed slightly, and then he threatened:

"You can think clearly, I have a token of the true God on my body. Not only that, I also served as the guardian of the Holy Land. If you kill me, it will definitely attract the attention of the Father!"

Hearing his words, Al was silent.

Seeing the silence of the other party, Blackstone breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued:

"I can swear with my soul that if I let me go, I will never tell the secrets here, and I will never be an enemy of the elves again, let alone... an enemy of the true god..."

In the second half of the sentence, he faced Eve's direction and bowed his head slightly, in a respectful and obedient manner.

Although he didn't dare to stand up and look at this supreme being, there was a hint of pleading in his words.

Eve didn't speak.

And Al didn't speak.

He glanced back at the goddess, who smiled at him.

That smile, like spring, instantly warmed El's heart, as if saying:

Don't worry about threats, it's all up to you.

Afterwards, Eve looked at Blackstone indifferently.

A token that can attract the attention of the true god, a half-orc warrior with silver strength can't bring it out!

If all the incarnations of the true gods have descended, and the enemies have not been wiped out, then her true god is too imposing.

Eve's perception is still very keen.

In his hunch, killing Blackstone seems to cause some twists and turns, but it will not bring any danger.

As his strength gradually recovered, his hunch became more and more accurate, especially when targeting mundane creatures...

With the comforting gaze of the Mother Goddess, Al's expression gradually became firm.

He drew out the machete, and under Blackstone's terrified gaze, stabbed into his chest:

"Sorry...you don't have this chance anymore."

With the tragic wailing, Blackstone's body began to age rapidly, and he struggled to look in Eve's direction, trying his best to widen his eyes.

"Father... Absolutely won't let you go! Absolutely... Absolutely!"

"Humph."

Eve let out a small hum.

And Blackstone's body stiffened in a moment of humming.

Then, his body collapsed like shattered glass... and turned into a piece of ashes.

All the orcs were wiped out.

Eve beckoned slightly, and a bone fragment flew from the ground and fell into his hand.

In the forest, it is quiet.

All the players focused their attention on the most dazzling and sacred figure.

They held their breath and were shocked...

Eve looked around the audience again and smiled at all the players.

Every player who looked at him couldn't help but feel a touch of intimacy and awe under this dreamy smile, and then involuntarily lowered their heads again...

And Eve turned around, turned into a bright light, and slowly disappeared...

[Ding]

[Mission: Orc Hunting Team (Completed)]

[All players participating in the mission will settle the rewards according to the mission contribution, and obtain the corresponding experience points, contribution degree, and perfect resurrection times...]

[Ding]

[All players who participate in the mission will receive the blessing of the goddess "The Chosen One"]

[The Chosen One: In the next seven game days, your experience gain will increase by 50%! ]

The players were silent for a moment, and then there was an overwhelming cheer.