Chapter 230: Footsteps of war

The golden leaves flew by in the cool autumn breeze, and the green city of heaven was also stained with orange.

Players are busy shuttled in the city, carrying all kinds of goods and building materials, or fully armed, frequently moving in the field and in the copy.

Four days have passed since the opening of the new version of "Elf Land".

As for the World of Seggs, more than half a month passed.

The arrival of the summer activities and the news of the army of half-orcs gave the entire Fairy Forest a sense of urgency...

The colder autumn wind also made the forest bleak.

The only thing that hasn’t changed is the world tree with a height of one kilometer... It is still full of vitality, full of greenery, and exudes the breath of sacred nature, so that the neighboring areas are dyed with a layer of vitality, warm as spring .

Carrying a lunch box, Nightingale walked on the streets of the Chosen City.

"Snee--!"

A cool breeze made her sneez coldly.

She sucked on her red nose and tightened some thin clothes on her body slightly.

Suddenly, a thick fur coat flew over and covered her head directly, wrapping her slightly petite body...

Nightingale wrapped her head subconsciously, and at the same time, she looked back and saw that it was Bento and his battle team.

"It's cold, just wear more clothes. This is a recent breakfast in return."

Bento looked at the fur coat and said.

Nightingale stunned slightly, touched the soft and dense fluff on her clothes, her mouth was slightly cocked...

However, she quickly reacted, coughing slightly and asked:

"Where did it come from?"

"The mercenary's goods."

Before the box lunch answered, the player Hulu on the side laughed and interrupted.

Nightingale raised her eyebrows, glared at him, and then looked at the box lunch from head to toe...

The Chosen who is keen on fighting, is now with his friends, carrying a large package and fully armed.

And Nightingale noticed that the equipment on the bento body seemed to have changed again, and the armor on the upper body and the shoes on the feet seemed to be more refined.

And... the aura in him seems to be faintly stronger.

"Are you going to fight the shadow monster in the underground world again?"

Nightingale asked curiously.

The box lunch nodded slightly.

Then, he beckoned to his team members and continued to walk outside the city.

"What a fighting freak..."

Seeing the back of the box lunch leaving, Nightingale shook her head.

She tightened her coat slightly again, feeling a lot warmer...

...

Feilengcui, the temple of nature.

The players of the Cute Committee carry a huge, slightly crude hexahedron-like device, and move carefully...

"Lighter! Slowly! This is the closest defensive device that has been made with great difficulty. Be careful not to break it!"

On the side, the old elf blacksmith Carlos Flame holding a blueprint, staring at him, blowing his beard and commanding.

"Grandpa Carlos, the tools for drawing inscriptions are here!"

While the old elf was instructing the players to install the device, a clear voice came.

Hearing this familiar voice, the old elf's stern eyes eased a lot.

He turned his head and saw a female player holding a big bag walking into the temple. It was his most proud disciple of the Chosen-Meng Zhihan.

Carlos smiled gently

"Hmm...Yes, for a while you will help others to do the final inscription carving work, connecting the defensive device with the mother goddess, just like I taught you before. Inscription carving...This is the most magical tool manufacturing. The key link."

The female player nicknamed Mengzhihan looked happy, but soon hesitated

"But...I'm not very skilled now."

"Don't worry, I will be there to guide you."

Carlos gave her an encouraging look, and then patted her on the shoulder in the envious eyes of other players, and said gently

"Your basic knowledge is already solid. Once you are thoroughly proficient in inscription carving, you can forge the most basic magic equipment."

"Maybe the big ones are not enough, but making some small pendants, or some apprentice-level or even simple black iron lower-level magic equipment, has been able to do it. In your words, it is at least blue rare-level equipment."

Meng Zhihan listened and his eyes lit up.

She smiled sweetly, put down the tools, and bowed to the old elf

"Thank you for your teaching, Mrs. Carlos!"

Carlos's expression softened, he shook his head

"Good boy, this is the result of your own hard work... Among so many chosen people, only you are the most serious and diligent... I think you will be able to inherit my inheritance and grow into a real Master Elf Forge!"

...

Black Dragon Castle, under the hillside.

"Myrell! You fellow! Be lighter! These walls can't stand your toss before they are reinforced!"

Xiao Xianmiao bulged her cheeks, looked at the little black dragon holding a large bundle of building materials, and said disgustedly.

Myrell's face collapsed, and he put down the stone in his mouth, and muttered with an urn

"It's really... I want Myrell to say, "What a wall, it's such a muddy thing, Myrell can solve it with a breath of dragon!"

"That's not yet on the defensive core! Do you know the defensive core? The kind of Black Rock City! Can withstand tens of thousands of shadow monster army!"

Xiao Xian Miao shook her head, folded her hands on her chest, and said seriously

"Wait for the defensive core, coupled with the power of the goddess, even if you are afraid that you will not be able to break through for a while, and this is not a defense against a big man like you, but a half-orc."

"Cut! Just the stupid and weak half-orcs, Meryl can easily kill them!"

The little black dragon proudly raised the dragon's head.

"Really?"

Xiao Xian Miao glanced at it

"I heard Sister Alice say that this time the enemy may be legendary."

Myrell's expression stagnated.

After finishing talking, Xiao Xianmiao leaped lightly, and under the effect of [Light Body Technique], he jumped on the dragon head of Myrell, and then took the staff and knocked on Myrell's skull visor

"If you don't want your castle to fall into ruins under the siege of the orcs, just work hard! When the orcs are defeated, I will ask you to eat ten carts of honey barbecue!"

Merrill heard it, and his eyes lit up.

However, he swallowed and shook his head quickly

"No! Twenty cars!"

"Twenty cars is twenty cars!"

Xiao Xian Miao straightened her chest, very generous.

Myrell hesitated for a moment, and she became a halo

"Or... thirty cars? Hey, twenty cars may not be enough..."

"Get out!"

...

Fairy Forest, a farm outside the city.

"It's all right now!"

Oak tree guard Basaka touched his big bald head and looked at the translucent arches in front of him.

"Yes, thank you very much, Master Barthaka."

Cuckoo bird looked at the different world version of the greenhouse in front of him and nodded gently.

"This thing... can it really make plants grow like spring in winter without using magic?"

Seeing the strange building in front of him, Basaka was amazed.

"Of course."

Cuckoo nodded slightly and explained

"If you want plants to grow in winter, the only problems that need to be solved are light and heat. As long as there are materials with good light permeability and strong heat preservation, you can build this kind of greenhouse. This is very common in our world. Technology."

After speaking, Cuckoo touched the semi-transparent building material that was not used up

"This kind of spar produced in the underground world is a good material after polishing."

Basaka listened, looked at the cuckoo bird in surprise, and couldn't help but exclaimed

"Miss Cuckoo, you know a lot of knowledge. Of the Chosen I have seen, you are the most knowledgeable, and... your knowledge in the world is really amazing."

"I just read more books, and it's all basic scientific knowledge."

Cuckoo shook his head.

...

Dark mountains.

The howling autumn breeze completely wiped out the little greenery that had been left, and the pitch-black mountain body was even more deeply and deadly set against the withered and withered plants.

In the sky, layers of dark clouds continue to gather, slowly moving from the south to the north...

Under the clouds, in the mountains.

The half-orcs in the mountains and plains, amid the loud horns, move forward like a group of slowly moving locusts.

They are tall and sturdy, wearing slightly crude equipment, surrounded by ten giant beasts that are ten meters tall and resemble hippos, born with fangs and human-eared lion tails.

It was a war beast raised by a half-orcBeamon, it is said that there is a trace of the blood of a Titan giant, and each one has at least the strength of silver!

And every behemoth beast has a flying flag on its back. Different flags are painted with different patterns. Some represent the royal court of half orcs, and some represent the tribes of half orcs...

The leading banner is drawn with a bow-shaped symbol and belongs to Ural, the of winter and hunting.

The Lionheart King Imsh and the chief high priest of the orcs sat on the tallest behemoth. They looked at the distant mountains with cold expressions.

"Climbing over the previous peaks, we will be able to walk out of the dark mountains."

Said the chief high priest.

Lionheart King Imsh grinned twice

"I like autumn and winter more. Now... I can't wait to hear the screams and begging of the spirits."

"Don't be careless."

The chief high priest's expression is solemn

"There are also true gods behind the elves, and they also have the support of death. Although their strength is weak, we must also be cautious. This time, we must destroy all the elves in the elven forest with one blow!"

"Destroyed? Are you leaving no prisoners? The price of elven slaves is still very high."

Lionheart King Imsh was slightly startled.

"Don't stay."

The chief high priest shook his head

"The evil who stole the priesthood of nature and life also stole the faith of the elves. If the elves cannot be completely wiped out, he is likely to completely control the laws of nature and life with the power of belief! The true has lost his source of faith, and he is bound to fall asleep!"

"Can the elves change their letters?!"

The Lionheart King was very surprised.

"Any race... when it reaches the brink of extinction, it will change."

The Chief High Priest sighed~EbookFREE.me~ After she finished speaking, her expression became extremely devout and fanatical

"An oracle has been issued under the diadem of the Father. This time... the elves of the Elf Forest must be completely wiped out, and the foundation of their rebuilding must be completely broken!"

"When the war of faith is fully won, the Cthulhu will decline and fall to the throne of the true God. Under the crown of the Father, he can take action himself... Lower his incarnation and kill the Cthulhu! Regain his power!"