Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: They Are Madmen!

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Grey Stone was a valiant half-orc warrior.

As one of the few Black Iron Upper Warriors in the Rock Cave Tribe, he was not only known as a powerful Half-Beast Warrior but also had his own independent squad.

He was already fifty years old this year, with immeasurably rich combat experience and countless enemies slain.

Even the elves, of which he had successfully hunted quite a few.

In his evaluation of the elves, in his words, they were just a bunch of naive, simple, pathetic, and pitiful goods!

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In his memories, he had participated in pursuits and hunts for the elves more than once.

However, being attacked by the elves was a first.

Even more unbelievable was that this time, it was the elves initiating the attack on their tribe!

*This… was simply ridiculous!*

*With their numbers and combat power?*

A thousand years ago, it might have been different, but now the elves were just a group of toothless tigers, no… rabbits!

*Rabbits trying to attack a falcon?*

*Grey Stone thought the elves must have gone mad.*

Even if they had a Black Dragon joining them in the attack!

*Perhaps… the Black Dragon was coercing the elves? Enslaving them? Forcing them to do this?*

*Grey Stone even had such thoughts.*

And the High Priest’s expression, as if facing a big enemy, also puzzled him.

The High Priest even forbade them to leave any survivors!

These were elves; capturing one, even if it was male, could trade for a wagon of grain!

In fact, to prevent panic among the tribe’s half-orcs, Jushan had never disclosed the affairs of the Elf Forest, so even now, the ordinary half-orcs didn’t know what was truly happening.

Not only that, Jushan didn’t dare to tell the warriors that these elves might resurrect…

Because facing an enemy that could revive, even the strongest warrior would have a touch of fear.

However, as qualified, muscle-brained warriors with limited cognitive capacity, they didn’t need to know why, only to follow orders.

So, under the order of the High Priest, Grey Stone led his team into the main force, charging towards the elves on the hillside!

Closer, even closer.

What surprised Grey Stone was that these elves, upon seeing the half-orcs surging up like a torrent, did not show fear.

On the contrary, from afar, he saw the excitement and thrill on the elves’ faces.

*Such expressions, Grey Stone could not be more familiar with!*

*Every time he finished a hunt, wrestling and competing excitedly with other warriors in the tribe, gambling and drinking, it was the same expression!*

*That was excitement and anticipation immersed in entertainment.*

*This… how could it be?*

*Could it be that he had seen it wrong?*

Before he could think more, a plethora of brilliant magic spells bombarded them!

So many spells!

Had the Elf Clan really produced so many offensive mages?

Grey Stone’s pupils contracted suddenly.

Elves were natural magical creatures.

Even Elf Warriors had some magic power, capable of learning a trick or two as if they were spells for play.

However, as a peace-loving race, elves rarely studied strongly offensive magic.

But the magic brilliance that had just risen was all offensive magic!

Not only that, but they were also the most explosive among first-circle spells!

*When did the elves become so aggressive?*

Grey Stone’s expression changed, and he immediately raised his shield.

The shield had already been enchanted with defensive Divine Arts by the Lord Priest, capable of reducing magical damage to some extent.

The spells came instantly, and violent explosions and screams immediately surrounded them.

In an instant, several half-orc warriors were severely injured and fell to the ground.

However, their positions were quickly filled by the half-orcs from behind.

Grey Stone was lucky, only getting a few scratches from a Wind Blade.

He licked the blood on his arm, eyes turning red, and ordered,

“Spread the formation!”

The formation was too concentrated, making it too easy for the spells to focus them.

And with the order, the front half-orcs immediately transformed into a dispersed lineup, charging at the elves!

At the same time, the foremost Elf Warriors let out a battle cry of “Ura,” taking a charge posture.

Charging from below, they were at a disadvantage.

But from top to bottom, it was different.

With their robust physique, charging should have been a signature move for the half-orcs.

But the terrain greatly reduced their strength.

Yet even so, they did not consider the frail elves as a threat.

As the two sides clashed, immediate chaos ensued.

And just as the battle commenced, Grey Stone noticed something unusual about these elves.

As a long-lived race with low population and low reproduction capacity, elves were always cautious and conservative in battle.

But these elves attacked with wide and open swings, wild in style!

*For a moment, Grey Stone even suspected they were a group of half-orcs disguised as elves!*

Although they also paid attention to defense, they preferred offense.

Not only that, they fought with wild abandon, as if on steroids, hollering and hacking indiscriminately, tossing various skills recklessly, seemingly not caring about their rapidly depleting magic power and stamina.

Even when injured, they did not care.

Even with Druids from the rear treating them, their injuries worsened rapidly.

If there was a word to describe it, it would be—

“Madmen!”

Grey Stone observed these elves, instinctively exclaiming.

These elves were weak and had no experience in prolonged combat whatsoever.

They knew nothing about balanced advancing and retreating, only mad aggression, like a group of berserkers.

*Were these still the elegant elves?*

*This style of fighting might be rapid initially, but quickly they would completely deplete their stamina, becoming targets for slaughter.*

*At this moment, drawing on his rich combat experience, Grey Stone had already sentenced these elves to death in his mind.*

*This kind of foolish, stamina-draining fighting style, no matter how many of them there were, it was a death sentence!*

Actually, it wasn’t that the players didn’t want to adopt a cautious strategy.

But as the defending side, there was the Teleportation Array behind them, leaving no room for retreat.

Facing the formidable half-orcs, they had to fight desperately to gain leverage.

And due to terrain limitations, the players also had no way to completely open up their formations.

However, if the players couldn’t spread their formation, then the numerous half-orcs definitely couldn’t either.

Actually, only a portion of the people were engaged in fighting, with more waiting behind to replace those in front as they fell.

Of course, it was precisely because of the players’ madness that they surprisingly managed to hold back the half-orc’s advance for a while.

Grey Stone snorted coldly, backhandedly cutting down an enemy Elf Warrior in the front row, shouting:

“Charge! They have few people, they won’t last long!”

But just as he finished giving the order, a surprising scene unfolded.

The Elf Warriors in the front row suddenly made way, and from behind them rushed out dozens of nearly naked elves wearing only shorts.

They had fierce and excited expressions, chanting loudly as they charged the half-orcs.

*What were these guys… planning to do?*

*To court death?*

Looking at these crazy elves, Grey Stone was utterly bewildered.

He drove his blade through an elf rushing at him, cutting them down coldly.

However, not all half-orcs had Grey Stone’s ability to easily slay their opponents.

Many of the elves, clad only in shorts and sprinting bare, rushed directly to the somewhat weaker half-orcs, grabbing and holding onto them tightly.

But since they had no weapons, they were immediately hacked into serious injuries by the furious half-orcs, bleeding profusely.

Yet despite this, they still did not loosen their grip, clinging onto the half-orcs with a vice-like hold.

Moreover, there was not a hint of pain or fear of death in their expressions, but rather a look of triumphant glee.

“*These guys… have they gone mad?!*

Grey Stone couldn’t believe his eyes, widening them in shock as he looked at the laughing, half-naked elves holding onto the half-orcs, involuntarily shivering.

Before he could think further, an even more unbelievable scene unfolded.

Those elves, while coughing up blood, shouted excitedly:

“Fire on me!”

Fire… fire?

Grey Stone was momentarily stunned.

He then saw a brilliant glow of magic rise from behind the elves, transforming into controlling spells that tightly grasped both the unclad elves and the half-orcs.

Immediately following was a barrage of fierce offensive magic, accompanied by arrow skills, directly targeting those elves and half-orcs, engulfing them in an instant!

In an instant, over ten elves and half-orc warriors were either torn apart by magic or shot into porcupines…

With his mouth agape, Grey Stone watched in shock at everything unfolding:

“*Mad… they’ve gone mad!*”

*What kind of tactic was this? Suicidal? Trading lives?*

*Had these elves truly lost their minds?!*

Honestly, even though he secretly looked down on the elves’ combat strength, Grey Stone somewhat respected the elves as a former Silver Race, especially as they were rare long-lived beings.

A life of an elf, compared to a life of a half-orc…

Never mind how the elves see it; even from his perspective, he would think an elf’s life was more precious than a half-orc’s!

In the black market of slave trading, ten half-orcs couldn’t be traded for one elf!

But… what had happened to these elves?

*Had they truly disregarded their lives?*

Weren’t they the ones who valued life and loved peace the most?

Just to kill a half-orc? Risking their own lives?

*What kind of deep-seated grudge or hatred was this?*

*How many of them were left?*

*How many more could they afford to send to their deaths?*

*Were they really out of their minds?!*

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