Chapter 5: Resurrection of Mother God

　　 Oak tree guard!
　　 For the intelligent beings in the Fairy Forest and the affiliated areas, what this legendary sacred creature means, they couldn't be more clear.
　　 Thousands of years ago, when the Elf Kingdom existed, that was the peak moment of Silver Civilization.
　　 At that time, the elves were watching the world. The Oak Guardian is his favored one, and his status is equivalent to that of the angels who believe in the gods!
　　 The main of the elves in its heyday, under his command, he has one hundred thousand natural legions, all composed of powerful oak guards.
　　 Even the weakest Oak Guardian has silver strength!
　　 Looking at the giant dragon-like figure in front of him, Pan Shi's heart is extremely turbulent:
　　 "White...silver..."
　　 Feeling the powerful pressure, his brain went blank.
how can that be?
　　 Haven't the oak guards died with the fall of the elves?
　　 Could it be that I read it wrong?
　　 He rubbed his eyes, but everything in front of him told him that it was not an illusion.
　　 Looking at the tall tree man, Pan Shi felt his whole body trembling...
　　No...it can't be wrong, it looks like this, he has seen it countless times in the tribal murals, and he will definitely not admit it!
　　This... This is definitely the Oak Guardian! The favored one of Mother Nature!
how can that be? !
　　Panshi's not high IQ made his brain a little unable to turn his brain... However, one thing is obvious, that is, the other party appears in front of them, definitely not for a treat.
　　 He is going to kill us!
　　 An instinctive sense of crisis permeated my heart.
　　 "Escape..."
　　 Panshi murmured, then as if suddenly awake, he shouted:
　　 "Run away...!"
　　 After finishing speaking, Pan Shi couldn't even pick up his mace, turned his head and ran away.
　　 just kidding!
　　 Oak tree guards with at least silver strength, ten he is no opponent!
　　 Even if the chief priest of the tribe comes, I am afraid it will be a delivery!
　　 A group of orc mercenaries have been stunned for a long time, they opened their mouths, and then turned their heads in unison, like scattered birds and beasts, desperately starting to flee...
　　 At this moment, they have already forgotten the hunting matter, they have only one thought in their minds, that is to escape...
　　 The Rock on the run becomes more chaotic and more afraid...
　　 Why does the Oak Guardian still appear?
　　 The Mianxia has obviously fallen, this is a well-known thing in the Segus continent!
　　 Without the favor of the true god, how could there be an oak tree guard? !
Do not……
　　 Could it be...
　　 Suddenly, an incredible thought popped up from the bottom of his heart. Somehow, the towering world tree appeared in his mind...
　　 "No...No way..."
　　 At this moment, Pan Shi felt his throat dry and his body was cold.
　　 escape!
　　 escape quickly! Escape back to the tribe!
　　 This matter must be reported to the priest!
　　 If it is really what he thinks, then the Orc tribe will be in danger!
　　……
　　Basaka was extremely angry.
　　 A moment ago, he received the oracle of the great Mother God of Nature.
　　Being able to dedicate his strength to the great crown, the oak tree guard Basaka felt extremely excited.
　　 However, when he came to the place designated by the mother god, he found that there was a group of ugly and evil half-orcs!
　　 What makes him even more angry is that these half-orcs are actually hunting the children of Lord Mother Goddess!
　　 Not only that, but when he heard that the evil half-orc dared to blaspheme the great Mother of Nature, Basaka’s final sanity instantly collapsed.
　　At the same time, the icy voice of Lord Mother God also resounded in Basaka's mind again:
　　 "Cut him!"
　　 As if the last shackle had been released, the Oak Guard was completely furious.
"Roar--"
　　 A deafening roar stunned countless birds in the forest.
　　 "The Blasphemer, die!"
The huge magic power mixed with traces of sacred aura scattered around the oak tree guard as the center. His body, which was originally 30 meters high, turned out to be huge again. I saw Barthaka’s red eyes and instantly waved his arms made of branches. With a roar:
　　 "War sacrifice!"
　　 melodious chanting sounded, his arms suddenly turned into rapidly growing branches and vines, like flying ropes, chasing countless orcs who flee...
　　 The vines are extremely fast, and a dozen orcs were before they could escape a few steps...
　　 "What is this? Let me go! Let me go!"
　　 "Help! Lord Rock, help!"
　　 "Monster! It's a monster! He is absorbing my vitality...ah..."
　　 "Ah... my legs! My legs!"
　　 "……"
　　 Hearing the countless miserable howls from behind, the skin of the rock tingled.
　　 Suddenly, a sense of crisis surged in my heart.
　　Panshi squeaked in his heart, and hurriedly hid to one side subconsciously, only to see a thick vine shot through the place he had just passed by, making him shocked.
　　 But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the vine charged at him again.
　　 He gritted his teeth, took out the scimitar around his waist and slashed at the vine.
　　 Accompanied by the "clang" sound, the scimitar in his hand broke in two, but the vine was unscathed.
"how can that be?!"
　　 In the dull gaze of Rock, the vine jumped up and tied him to death.
Along with the binding, a terrifying attraction appeared on the vines. In the horrified eyes of Rock, he saw that his originally strong body was shrinking, his strength was constantly weakening, his vitality was rapidly losing, and he was old in just a few seconds. stand up……
　　 "War sacrifice..."
　　 His voice was old and dry, with infinite fear.
　　 War sacrifice, an intermediate ability of the druid.
　　The user can turn into a vine, absorb the vitality of the target and use it for his own use, and sacrifice part of the obtained power to the Mother of Nature.
　　 At the end of consciousness, Pan Shi finally remembered this terrifying skill that belonged to the furious druid...
　　 In a blink of an eye, the half-orc hunting team of more than twenty people was wiped out.
　　 This series of turning points only happened in less than ten seconds.
　　 Alice, who was sitting slumped on the ground, was already staring.
　　 "Oak Tree Guard...War Sacrifice..."
　　 Looking at the half-orcs who turned into withered bones and ashes under the vine guarded by the oak tree, the elf girl murmured.
　　 Suddenly, as if he realized something, two rows of crystal tears flowed down his white cheeks slowly.
　　 Alice raised her head suddenly, with seven-point surprise and three-point anxiety, she looked at the direction of the World Tree with a little dazed, expectant, and a little horrified and ashamed:
　　 "Mother God, is it... you?"
　　 A breeze blows...
　　 Countless bright light green rays descend from the sky, extremely sacred and solemn.
　　 With soft power, the light rushed into Alice and Samir's body, as if receiving some kind of instruction.
　　 The elven girl’s injuries caused by forcibly detonating the origin recovered in an instant. The broken body of the old Elf Samir also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the consciousness slowly recovered...
　　 Everything is like a miracle.
　　 The old priest stood up tremblingly. He looked at the majestic oak guard somewhat inconceivably, and looked at the injuries on his body with some incredible surprise. After realizing what had happened, he sat down on the ground again.
　　His lips are waxy, his expression is expectant and a little disturbed, he seems to want to believe something, and he seems to be afraid that what he is experiencing is a dream of nothingness...
　　This...is this true?
　　Can you believe it?
　　 Suddenly, a magnificent and holy voice resounded in the consciousness of the two of them...
　　 "My name-Eve Uktrahir."
　　 Both of them shocked.
　　 They looked at each other, they both saw fear and unbelievable in each other's eyes, but they quickly transformed into endless surprises...
　　 is the mother goddess!
　　 is really the mother goddess!
　　 Him,
came back……
　　 For an instant, Alice felt as if the power of her whole body had been drawn away, her body shook, she couldn't help falling to the ground, tears bursting into her face.
　　 The voice came into his ears, Samir opened his mouth slightly, deep wrinkles trembled uncontrollably, and turbid tears fell like beads.
　　 Samir, who was once a noble elder of the ethnic group, cried like a child at this moment...
　　 "Mother... mother god... is that you? Is it you!"
　　 "Mother goddess... are you back?"
　　 "Are you... back?!"
　　 The extinguished fire of faith burned again and rose to the sky.