Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 We are Immortal

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Allies?

El looked at the four burly and ugly Half-Beasts and felt a bit bewildered for a moment.

Soon, he saw a Half-Beast wearing a sheepskin approach, checking the corpse of the Demon Beast and nodding,

“Well done! Next, you assist me in draining the blood!”

The blood of the Demon Beast contained magic power, possessing strong vitality, so even if it had been dead for several hours, as long as it was handled properly, the blood of the Unihorn Wind Deer would not coagulate.

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El soon saw several Half-Beasts cut open the deer’s neck, slowly draining the viscous blood.

The Half-Beast in the sheepskin then took out a bizarre bone pen, dipped it in the blood and began drawing on the ground…

El followed his movements with his eyes, then his expression gradually turned to one of surprise,

“Huh? A sacrificial array? He… does he want to communicate with the Divine?”

“You recognize it?”

Dema, who was beside him, looked at him in astonishment.

He was surprised that such a young child could recognize a sacrificial array.

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El nodded, a hint of nostalgia flickering across his face,

“Yes, more than twenty years ago, I learned it with my grandfather…”

More… more than twenty years ago…

Dema almost choked.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

He couldn’t help but start coughing, spitting up blood again…

El quickly looked at him worriedly,

“Brother Dema… are, are you okay?”

Brother… brother…

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Dema coughed even more severely.

He gave a few dry laughs, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at El strangely, and shook his head,

“I’m fine.”

After saying this, he hesitated for a moment and cautiously asked,

“Well… little guy… cough cough, El, how old are you this year?”

El scratched his head, a bit shy as he said,

“If I remember correctly, I just turned 80 this spring…”

Dema: …

He started calculating his grandfather’s age.

Oh no, his great-grandfather’s age…

Seeing the other party silent, El quickly explained,

“Brother Dema! Don’t be fooled by my mere 80 years… I… I know a lot of things! I… I’m not a little kid anymore…”

Dema: …

After a moment, he sighed and said,

“Yes… you’re not a little kid.”

After finishing, he mumbled under his breath,

“I am…”

*Heaven knows, he had just celebrated his 18th birthday last month!*

*Fortunately, this was just a game…*

El continued to watch the movements of the Half-Beast in the sheepskin.

As he carved, a large array soon appeared on the ground.

Then, the Half-Beast in the sheepskin knelt before the array and began chanting rhythmic incantations.

As he chanted, the red array gradually glowed with a deep light, with waves of magic power continuously gathering…

“He’s going to succeed…”

El couldn’t help but say.

*Though he didn’t know what the Half-Beasts intended to do, as evil enemies, whatever they planned… it certainly wasn’t good!*

“Don’t worry, they won’t succeed.”

Beside him, Dema’s chuckle rang out.

“The blood was tampered with.”

His voice carried a tone of schadenfreude.

El glanced strangely at Dema, not understanding why he would say that.

But soon, he understood why.

At the pinnacle of the array’s fluctuations, the originally black-red blood seemed to be affected by some inexplicable force and suddenly started sizzling…

Then, the light of the array suddenly began to flicker.

The face of the Half-Beast wearing sheepskin changed,

“Magic… magic power boiling? No good! There’s something wrong with this blood!”

Before he could say more, the array suddenly burst forth with a red radiance and exploded with a boom.

“Lord Priest!”

Black Stone’s expression tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward.

The four Half-Beasts assisting with the bloodletting followed suit.

However, when the smoke cleared, the Half-Beast Priest closest to the array was barely clinging to life under the dual assault of magic backlash and the explosion.

Black Stone’s expression instantly turned grim.

At this moment, three of the four Half-Beasts suddenly drew their weapons and charged towards him!

Their bodies glowed faintly, and in an instant, they transformed into three elves!

“Elves?!”

This all happened in a flash, leaving El dumbstruck.

“That’s right, they’re my companions, here to rescue us.”

Dema smiled.

“Rescue… rescue us…”

El stared at the elves, his heart filled with shock.

Witnessing this sudden turn of events, all the Half-Beasts stood stunned.

“Elves?”

Black Stone was initially dumbfounded, then flew into a rage.

A flash of ferocity flickered in his eyes as he kicked the three elves, sending them flying.

The three slammed into the wall, spitting blood, and then collapsed weakly…

“Hmph!”

Black Stone let out a disdainful snort.

Soon, his expression changed,

“No!”

He quickly turned and saw the last Half-Beast stab a dagger into the chest of the Half-Beast Priest lying on the ground.

The Half-Beast Priest slightly opened his mouth, a hint of fear and confusion in his eyes, seemingly unaware of what had just happened.

He twitched a few times before tilting his head and breathing no more.

The Half-Beast who stabbed him simultaneously transformed into the form of an elf.

With gray-black hair and a cold expression, it was Box.

“Bastard!”

Black Stone’s eyes turned completely red.

*Half-Beasts didn’t have mages…*

*Every priest was a precious spellcaster for them!*

*They were responsible for communicating with the Divine as well as handling the tribe’s support and healing.*

*With the priest dead, even if Black Stone completed this mission, he would still be punished!*

Black Stone was utterly enraged.

He roared and drew his scimitar, slashing towards Box.

Box’s face was solemn, quickly dodging.

He moved like an agile lynx, flipping around, while Black Stone’s scimitar struck the ground, carving out a three-meter-deep trench.

“Seize this damned bastard!”

Black Stone gritted out.

The remaining Half-Beasts roared and simultaneously charged at Box.

Box took a deep breath, using the abilities “Air Step” and “Dashing Leap” to dodge left and right.

*”Escape… hurry and escape…”*

El grasped the bars of the stone cage, his expression tense and anxious.

Yet, just as Box was about to break away, a strong hand gripped his shoulder.

“Caught you.”

Black Stone sneered, increasing his grip.

Box’s shoulder was pulverized at once, blood spurting everywhere.

However, his expression remained indifferent, as if this bit of pain was nothing significant to him.

A flash of brutality passed through Black Stone’s eyes as he roared,

“Die!”

He then spread his hands, suddenly clutching Box’s head.

In El’s terrified gaze, Box’s skull was forcibly crushed…

His body twitched a few times, before slowly collapsing to the ground.

“Ah…”

*El covered his mouth, his pupils quickly clouding with tears.*

At that moment, a large hand rested on his shoulder.

While sobbing, he turned and saw Dema’s pale face.

Remarkably, this newly acquainted elven brother was neither angry nor saddened but instead smiled slightly,

“Don’t worry, they aren’t dead.”

Not… not dead?

El was taken aback, then turned his head back.

He was astonished to find that the fallen elven bodies were gradually fading and then slowly disappearing!

“Hehehe, we Chosen Ones are favored by the Goddess, existing as immortals!”

Beside him, Dema’s voice came once more, loaded with unprecedented pride and confidence.

Meanwhile, the faint sounds of battle cries and shouts echoed from outside the cave…

“Listen, our main force has arrived.”

Dema said confidently.

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