Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

Chapter 5: Chapter 5: The Revival of the Mother Goddess

Editor: Henyee Translations

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Oak Guardian!

To the wise beings of the Elf Forest and its surrounding regions, what this legendary divine creature signified was all too clear.

A thousand years ago, during the existence of the Elf Kingdom, that was the pinnacle of the Silver Civilization.

At that time, the Elf God reigned supreme over the world, and the Oak Guardian was her attendant, holding a status equivalent to the angels of the Divine!

In its prime, the Elf God commanded an army of one hundred thousand naturals, all composed of powerful Oak Guardians.

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Even the weakest Oak Guardian possessed silver-level strength!

Upon seeing this massive entity before him, comparable in size to a dragon, Rock felt an overwhelming surge within his heart…

*Feeling the fierce magical pressure, his mind went blank.*

*How could this be possible?*

*Weren’t the Oak Guardians supposed to have all perished with the fall of the Elf God?*

*Could it be that he was mistaken?*

He rubbed his eyes, yet everything before him told him it was not an illusion.

Looking at the tall Tree-man, Rock felt his whole body trembling…

*No… it couldn’t be wrong. He had seen such a figure countless times in the tribal murals, there was no way he could mistake it!*

This… this was definitely an Oak Guardian! An attendant of Mother Nature!

*How… could this be possible?!*

*Rock’s not-so-high intelligence made it difficult for his mind to comprehend… but there was one thing that was very clear, and that was that the entity before them was definitely not here to invite them for a meal.*

*He intended to kill them!*

A sense of instinctual crisis flooded his heart.

“Run…”

Rock muttered, then suddenly seemed to wake up and shouted:

“Run, quickly…!”

After speaking, Rock didn’t even bother to pick up his wolf fang club, turned around, and fled.

*You’re kidding!*

*An Oak Guardian with at least silver-level strength, even ten of him would not be able to take it on!*

*Even if the High Priest from the tribe came, it would be a fruitless effort!*

A group of Half-Beast mercenaries were already stunned; they opened their mouths and then simultaneously turned around, fleeing desperately like scattered birds and beasts…

At this moment, they had long since forgotten about hunting, with only one thought in mind, which was to save their lives…

*The more Rock thought while fleeing, the more muddled he became, the more terrified…*

*Why would an Oak Guardian appear again?*

*It was well-known across the Segis Continent that the exalted one had already fallen!*

*Without the patronage of a True God, how could there still be an existence like the Oak Guardian?!*

*No…*

*Could it be…*

Suddenly, an unbelievable idea emerged from the depths of his heart. Somehow, the image of that majestic and ancient World Tree appeared in his mind…

“No… it couldn’t be…”

At this moment, Rock felt his throat dry and a chill rushing through his body.

*Escape!*

*Hurry up and escape! Return to the tribe!*

This matter must be reported to the Priest!

*If it truly was as he suspected, then the Half-Beast Tribe would be in danger!*

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Berserker was extremely furious.

Moments ago, he had received an oracle from the great Mother Goddess.

Being able to offer his strength to the great one, Oak Guardian Berserker felt an incredible excitement.

However, when he arrived at the location designated by the Mother Goddess, he found a group of ugly, wicked Half-Beasts!

What enraged him further was that this group of Half-Beasts was hunting the children of the Mother Goddess!

Moreover, when he heard that one wicked Half-Beast dared to blaspheme the great Mother Nature, Berserker’s last bit of sanity shattered instantly.

At the same time, the icy voice of the Mother Goddess echoed once again in Berserker’s mind,

“Destroy them.”

Like unlocking the final shackles, the Oak Guardian became completely furious.

“Roar—”

A deafening roar startled countless birds in the forest.

“Blasphemers, die!”

Immense magical power mixed with a touch of divinity spread out from the Oak Guardian as the center, his body, originally thirty meters tall, grew even larger. Berserker, with red eyes, swung his branch-formed arms with a roar,

“Warfare Ritual!”

Chants of varying pitch began, and his arms transformed into rapidly growing vines, like flying ropes, chasing after the escaping Half-Beasts…

The vines were incredibly fast; a dozen or so Half-Beasts were captured after only a few steps…

“What is this thing? Let me go! Let me go!”

“Help! Master Rock, help me!”

“Monster! It’s a monster! He’s draining my life force… ah…”

“Ah… my legs! My legs!”

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Hearing the countless screams of agony behind him made Rock’s scalp tingle.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis surged back into his mind.

Rock was startled, and quickly dodged to one side just as a thick vine shot through the place he had just passed, shocking him to his core.

Yet before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the vine charged at him once more.

Gritting his teeth, he drew a curved knife from his waist and slashed fiercely at the vine.

With a clang, the knife in his hand broke into two, while the vine remained unscathed.

In Rock’s dumbstruck gaze, the vine leaped up and tightly bound him.

With the binding, a terrifying suction appeared on the vine, and in Rock’s terrified eyes, he watched his once-strong body wither, his strength weaken, and his life force rapidly drain, aging him within seconds…

“Warfare Ritual…”

His voice was old and dry, full of infinite fear.

Warfare Ritual, a mid-level skill of the Druids.

The user could transform into vines, absorbing the life force of targets for their own use, and offer part of the acquired power to Mother Nature.

In his final moments of consciousness, Rock finally remembered this terrifying skill unique to the Furious Druids…

In a blink of an eye, the entire hunting party of over twenty Half-Beasts was wiped out.

This entire series of events occurred in less than ten seconds.

Alice, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, was already in shock.

“Oak Guardian… Warfare Ritual…”

Watching the Half-Beasts turn to bones and ashes under the Oak Guardian’s vines, the Elf Girl murmured.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, two streams of crystalline tears flowed gently down her fair cheeks.

Alice suddenly lifted her head with seventy percent joy and thirty percent apprehension, some confusion, anticipation, yet a bit of fear and guilt, looking toward the World Tree:

“Mother Goddess, is… it you?”

A breeze blew across…

Countless dazzling, pale green lights descended from the sky, incomparably sacred and solemn.

The light carried a gentle power, as if commanded, rushed into Alice and Samir’s bodies.

The injuries the Elf Girl suffered from forcibly igniting her essence were healed instantly, and the damaged body of the Old Elf Samir also began to recover visibly, his consciousness gradually awakening…

Everything was like a Divine Miracle.

The old priest shakily stood up, looking unbelievably at the majestic Oak Guardian, then incredulously at his healed wounds before collapsing back to the ground upon realizing what had happened.

His lips trembled, his expression filled with expectation tinged with anxiety, as though he wanted to believe in something, yet feared that he was experiencing a hollow dream…

*Could… could this be true?*

*Could he believe in it?*

Suddenly, a grand, holy voice resonated in the awareness of the two…

“My name is Eve Yggdrasil.”

Their bodies trembled.

They looked at each other, seeing the fear and disbelief in each other’s eyes, but it quickly turned into boundless joy…

*It was the Mother Goddess!*

*It truly was the Mother Goddess!*

She,

had returned…

In an instant, Alice felt as though all her strength had been drained from her body; she wobbled and collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Hearing the voice, Samir opened his mouth slightly, the deep wrinkles on his face trembling uncontrollably, while cloudy tears fell like beads.

Once dignified as the tribe’s elder, Samir at that moment cried like a child…

“Mother… Mother Goddess… is it you? Is it you!”

“Mother Goddess… have you returned?”

“Have you… returned?!”

The extinguished flame of faith once more ignited, soaring skyward.

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