Chapter 50: Elf believer

　　Dark Mountain Range, located in the southwest of the Seggs continent, bordered by the Fairy Forest to the north, the endless sea to the west, the fertile plain to the east, and the desert of death in the south...
　　 Because the obsidian in the mountains is extremely rich in storage, even the peaks are stained with a 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. They are just growing drought-tolerant shrubs and alpine meadows, as well as countless types of wild animals.
　　 But it is rumored that in the ancient times, the Dark Mountains were not barren. At that time, it was as rich and beautiful as the Fairy Forest, and even had another nice name-Emerald Mountain.
　　 But after a great battle, the sky fell apart and everything was ruined.
　　 Now, the harsh environment of the Dark Mountains is almost as famous as the Dead Desert.
　　 Except for the caravans who must climb over the mountains, and the dwarves and humans who try to find mineral deposits in the dark mountains, few people set foot here...
　　 In the northwestern part of the Dark Mountains, in a hidden valley.
　　 In the corner of the valley, a series of simple stone houses are arranged in a star shape, forming a small village.
　　 But even if the structure is simple, these stone houses are arranged very neatly and cleaned. Not only that, flowers and shrubs are planted around each house, which is enough to show the owner's love for nature... This is not easy in the dark mountains.
　　 In the center of the village, there is a small open square on which a simple high platform is built with stones and rattan.
At this moment, more than two hundred residents are gathering under the high platform. They are old and young. Everyone wears a linen hood that can hide their faces. They are thin and have numb and dim eyes. It can be seen that they have lived quite a lot. hard.
　　 And the faintly exposed sharp ears and outstanding appearance declared their identity-spirit.
　　 The elves sat together in twos and threes, looking curiously at the high platform.
　　 On the high platform, there are two elderly people standing.
　　 One of the elderly elves wore a gray sacrificial costume. His hair and beard were white, and he was full of vigor. It was Samir Hayate, the old priest sent by Eve to gather the elves.
　　 The other is an elderly female elf.
　　 Her name is Philosir Flames, she is the head of this elven village, and she is also an old friend of Samir.
　　 The female elf glanced at Samir beside her, sighed, and said:
　　 "Samir, I have called all the people of the tribe as you said. What do you have to say, can I say it now?"
　　 Samir looked at the more than 200 people in the audience with a very complicated expression:
　　 "Are these all the flame tribesmen?"
　　Ferosir lowered his eyelids, his voice with a touch of sadness:
　　 "There is 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, feeling sad.
　　 However, compared to the Hayate tribe whose tribe has completely dissipated, the Flame tribe is already considered good.
　　 After hearing Samir's words, Ferosil's eyes became a little hazy. She forced a smile that was even worse than crying, and said:
　　 "What can be done? Without the blessing of the true god, we are just homeless children. Let us be bullied... It is already very good to be able to find a hiding place in the Emerald Mountain."
　　In the Seggs world where gods exist, ordinary intelligent races without the blessing of true gods can hardly survive the struggle of all races...
　　 Especially, the elves themselves have a fatal attraction to other races.
　　 Lost their power and protection, their beautiful appearance, their long lifespan, their magical physique that day, all are coveted by other races.
　　 In addition, the elves are indifferent to the world, love peace and have a good nature. They are not good at fighting people fiercely, so in a series of conspiracy struggles, the race is getting weaker and weaker.
　　 The blessing of God?
　　 Samir's eyes flashed.
　　 saw him take a deep breath and show a bright smile, his voice with a hint of enthusiasm and excitement:
　　 "Actually...I came this time just for this."
"Ok?"
　　Ferosir looked at him in surprise.
　　 And until this time, the old patriarch of the flame tribe realized that the old friend in front of him seemed to be faintly different from the image in his memory.
　　 Although he has not seen him for many years, Samir looks more energetic. There is a faint brilliance in his eyes, and he seems to be full of hope for the future.
　　 That is far from the gray old man I saw a few years ago. The numbness and despair in his turbid eyes disappeared.
　　Ferosil's eyes narrowed.
　　The blast tribe of the elves is the most special tribe of all the elves. They shoulder the responsibility of offering sacrifices to the mother of nature and are also known as the priests.
　　 After the fall of the World Tree, the Haifeng clan was also the one that suffered the most and suffered the most.
　　 And as the elder of a clan, Samir Hayate, it can be said that he has completely experienced the process of the ups and downs of the Hayate clan...Every time she sees the other party, she looks sad and desperate.
　　 And if she remembers correctly, Samir should have been near the Fairy Forest, holding on to the natural sacrifice with the last natural saint, hoping to awaken the mother god...
　　 But now...
　　Ferosil looked at Samir’s vigorous and energetic look, as well as his hopeful and bright gaze, suddenly a thought that was somewhat unbelievable...
　　 Could it be...
　　 Her heart, which hadn't been fluctuated for many years, suddenly throbbed.
"you……"
　　 She looked at Samir, her voice trembling, she seemed to be wondering something, and she seemed to be expecting something.
　　 Samir turned his head, smiled gently at his old friend, and then stretched out his arms...
　　 A brilliant holy light radiates from him as the center, with reassuring power and strong natural aura.
　　The radiance is so bright, at this moment, Samir seems to have turned into a natural darling. That powerful breath of life swept the entire square in an instant...
　　 Feeling the huge natural power in the old priest's body, Ferosil's eyes widened and he lost his voice in shock:
　　 "Silver...Silver priest!"
　　 Silver priest!
　　 After the fall of the Mother of Nature, how many years have you not seen such a high-ranking priest?
　　 Silver is a watershed, only true gods can support a priest of silver rank!
　　 At this moment, Ferosil felt his old heart 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 muttered, almost unable to speak to herself.
　　 The power of the holy light also attracted all the elves. Everyone raised their heads, shocked and looked at the elder elders on the high platform.
　　 Seeing the gathered eyes, Samir smiled slightly.
　　 I saw him facing north, and piously painted a mother of nature symbol on his chest~EbookFREE.me~ The voice is gentle and full of power:
　　 "My compatriots, our true is...returned. He has issued a parable, summoning us to return to the forest of elves and rediscover our glory!"
　　 After finishing speaking, he took out a golden leaf from his arms, it was the sacred object that Eve exerted divine power-the leaf of the World Tree.
　　 I saw Samir holding up the leaf of the World Tree, reverently and reverently inspiring its power...
　　 In an instant, the rich natural divine power spread, wherever it went, the branches sprout, and a hundred flowers blossomed. In a blink of an eye, the square was surrounded by clusters of flowers and lush vines...
　　 Seeing this miraculous sight, all the elves were in shock.
　　 "It is natural power! This is natural power!"
　　 An old elf recognized it, and his voice was full of excitement.
　　 And accompanied by the miracle, an ethereal, ethereal and holy voice echoed in the air:
　　 "Children, go home."
　　 Children, go home...
　　The majestic voice is soft and beautiful...with a trace of sorrow, and full of endless vicissitudes, possessing a strange power to comfort people.
　　 This is a metaphor recorded by Eve in the leaves of the World Tree.
　　 For an instant, all the elves felt a warm energy pouring into their bodies, and their bodies weakened by long-term wandering and wandering gradually regained their strength!
　　 With a "thump", Ferosil subconsciously knelt down on the ground, looking at the shining world leaves, feeling the vitality in his body, two lines of turbid tears fell.
　　 saw her raise her head, her expression surprised and sad:
　　 "Mother Mother...this is the power of Mother Mother!"
　　 "He... is back!"