Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

Chapter 145: Chapter 144: Bandit Elf and Robber Dragon (First Subscription Request!)

The mercenaries’ strength was not much higher than Boxed Lunch Team’s.

And without weapons, how could they be a match for the players? They could only be caught up and ruthlessly slaughtered by the agile elves one by one.

Nothing felt unusual about it.

Your stance determines your actions.

Although these mercenaries were human too, the players showed no hesitation.

In their eyes, there were only two kinds of NPCs.

Friendly and hostile.

Green name and red name.

Those you can’t chop and those you can!

For the former, lick the boots; for the latter, just chop them!

If one can’t chop, call more people to chop together!

Doesn’t matter what race you are, or what status you have.

Not to mention, the ones participating in this mission were from Boxed Lunch’s team, each of whom was a battle maniac obsessed with gaining experience!

In no time, a dozen mercenaries were killed by the players, their bodies turning into ashes as well…

Seeing the experience points in the game system rapidly increase, the players started breathing more heavily.

“Don’t kill me! I… I surrender! I surrender!”

Seeing this crazy group of elves, the last mercenary was so terrified that he wet his pants and quickly knelt to beg for mercy.

However, the players just chased after him, first asking,

“Do you have a hidden task?”

“Hi… hidden task? I… I don’t know…”

The man was stunned, his mind went blank, and he instinctively stuttered.

“Then do you have any hidden information?”

“In… information?”

The mercenary was dumbfounded, looking bewildered.

“Not much use, just an ordinary low-level monster.”

“Take him out for a few thousand experience points.”

The players shrugged and casually killed him.

Surrendering… and he still got killed?

Seeing this, Nightingale’s gaze grew blank…

Meanwhile, seeing the mercenaries being killed by the players, Mairrel excitedly shouted, no longer toying with the two Silver Professionals, but lunged forward and swallowed them whole…

“What the hell! Ate… ate them?!”

“Man… Lord Mairrel, those were two silver ones! Save some for us to get the kill credit!”

“Oh my god, how much experience must that be! My heart aches! Such a waste!”

Seeing this scene, the players chasing the mercenaries were filled with regret…

Nightingale was completely shocked.

She stared at the elves, covered in blood yet utterly excited, her mind in disarray.

*Are such ruthless and crazy beings really elves?*

*She had expected a fierce battle…*

*But never imagined that the seemingly powerful Human Caravan would be wiped out in such a bizarre way…*

For a moment, Nightingale couldn’t snap out of this sudden change.

And after annihilating the Human Caravan, the players didn’t stop their actions.

Nightingale saw them start looking around for something, and the excited chatter followed,

“Right, where’s the caravan’s cargo?”

“In the ruins! They just said it was in the ruins!”

“Let’s go, let’s see if there’s anything good!”

“Time to open the treasure chests! Open the treasure chests!”

The players hopped and skipped towards the ruins that Belus had just pointed out.

But Black Dragon Mairrel was faster than the players.

In a gust, the creature flew to one side of a tall tower, set sights on the ruins, and with a flap of its wings, it tore the roof off…

A terrified Nightingale and the few nearby quickly hid in the darkness.

Amidst a cloud of dust, eight perfectly lined-up carts were revealed to Black Dragon Mairrel.

Mairrel’s dragon eyes brightened suddenly upon seeing it.

It sniffed first, quickly identifying one of the crates as having its scent.

In that instant, Mairrel became overjoyed,

“These… are my lost treasures!”

“Ha ha ha! Mairrel has found you all! Mairrel has found you all!”

The Little Black Dragon cheerfully said as it tore open the carts.

Soon, a heap of shining gold coins and jewels spilled out.

Mairrel’s eyes gleamed with delight; it greedily pulled the gold and silver jewels into its embrace, joyously rubbing its face against them, or happily licking the gold coins…

*So… so much money!*

Nightingale’s eyes widened in disbelief.

*How long could this last her and her younger siblings?*

If it weren’t for the Black Dragon being there, she would have been unable to resist grabbing a piece herself.

“What the hell! So much treasure!”

The players’ eyes also lit up.

They perked up and merrily followed along…

However, they were soon met with Mairrel’s angry roar,

“Get out! Get out! Go away, go away!”

“These are all Mairrel’s! Mairrel’s! You greedy bastards!”

The Black Dragon glared with blood-red eyes at the approaching players, baring its teeth.

Its dragon might flared up continuously, and its throat emitted a growl like a husky protecting its food…

Players: …

Perched atop it, Little Xian Miao sighed and tapped the scales on its head with the Magic Wand, saying,

“Mairrel, the treasure is all yours, no one is going to take it from you.”

“However… let everyone share the other goods on the carts!”

“Especially the equipment and magic materials, you don’t need those anyway, just give them to us!”

“Hehe, we’ll take you back and treat you to some barbecue! With honey!”

Bar… barbecue…

With honey!

Mairrel subconsciously swallowed a drop of saliva.

It looked warily at the eagerly watching players, pondered for a moment, then bared its teeth and said,

“Rua~! Fine!”

“You can come and pick things! But don’t touch a single gold coin or jewel! Understand, not a single one!”

“They’re all Mairrel’s! Mairrel’s!”

“Anyone dare to mess around, Mairrel will eat them!”

The Black Dragon threatened.

And it wasn’t just talk.

Knowing the players’ identities, Mairrel also knew they could revive.

If anyone really dared, it wouldn’t hold back.

Upon hearing Mairrel’s words, the players’ faces lit up and they eagerly promised,

“Don’t worry! Mairrel, we won’t go after the treasure!”

“Exactly, like we care about money?”

“Yeah, we just need materials and equipment!”

Hmm…

Currently, gold and jewels weren’t in circulation among players.

Magic materials, equipment, and contribution points were the real currency, and aside from that momentary glimmer in their eyes, the players didn’t actually have much need for anything else.

Hearing the players’ response, the Black Dragon snorted and reluctantly nodded.

And with permission granted, the players happily rushed to the carts, acting like a group of inexperienced bandits as they began rummaging through everything…

“What the hell! It’s all top-grade magic materials inside! Whether sacrificing to the Goddess or selling them to NPCs, they’re awesome!”

“And there’s equipment! Human equipment! Armor we can wear without any modification! All brand new!”

“Though they look a bit ugly, lacking those contribution effects.”

“Be content, this is ordinary for mission drop items.”

“Huh? There’s a Rune on this armor! It’s magic equipment!”

“There’s even food? Stuff we’ve never seen before.”

“Here’s some seeds, they seem like grains.”

“Hmm…? Is this spice? What the hell! Seasoning! It’s seasoning!”

“Seasoning? That’s good stuff! I’ve been gagging on the Mengmeng Committee’s coarse salt.”

“Oh, come on, you should be grateful you even have food.”

The players enthusiastically discussed, chattering away.

Nightingale and the other young elves were stunned as they watched the greedy players.

*They…*

*Are they elves or bandits?!*