Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 149 - 148: The Strange Spirit (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 149: Chapter 148: The Strange Spirit (Please Subscribe)

This… this…

Nightingale was so surprised she couldn’t close her mouth.

She remembered clearly, the day before yesterday when she left, the Rock Cave Tribe was still bustling. How could it have turned into this?

This… did Wood’s companions really do this?

The answer was already obvious.

Because from a distance, Nightingale could still see some tall figures shuttling through the ruins.

They were elves, and their equipment was inferior to what Nightingale had seen before. Some of them wore simple linen robes and wooden armor.

These elves wandered in the ruins, seemingly picking through and searching for something…

Occasionally, she could see someone excitedly start to rummage through and pull out some junk from the ruins, then take it to an array not far away.

Nightingale: …

She vaguely recognized that it seemed to be a sacrificial array.

Were these elves offering items to some mysterious being?

Wait… weren’t those things they were sacrificing just trash?!

Hey, hey, hey… what you just put in there was a rusty half-chopped kitchen knife, hey!

She widened her eyes.

This… oh my god!

Weren’t they afraid of incurring the wrath of the mysterious being?!

However, as the array glowed, the items disappeared…

Nightingale: …

Uh… huh?

Did it… accept?

Her gaze was a bit dazed.

Due to not being familiar with some sacrificial runes to the World Tree, Nightingale did not recognize that it was Eve’s sacrificial array.

Those elves scavenging for scraps were low-level players who missed the battle with the Half-Beast Tribe.

Although they missed out on the spoils, they still sneaked over afterward to see if there were any leftovers from other players to sacrifice to the Goddess and earn some measly contribution points…

Nightingale couldn’t help but take a few more glances, and then she heard Little Xian Miao’s voice:

“Nightingale Sister, get ready to go, we’re heading to Feilengcui.”

Feilengcui…

Nightingale’s eyes narrowed.

Feilengcui, once the sacred land of the Elf Clan.

However, since Nightingale could remember, she had left the Elf Forest, only hearing that the holy city of the elves had long been reduced to ruins.

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded and led her younger siblings to follow Little Xian Miao.

She was now increasingly curious about these strange elves…

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In her heart, she had already begun to believe their claims.

To be able to destroy the Rock Cave Tribe, which had the support of a True God… perhaps there really was a True God behind them!

But at the same time, she had more questions in her heart:

Where did these people come from?

And… their personalities…

How to say, when thinking about it carefully, they weren’t exactly evil, but they were very peculiar.

They were somewhat like humans, seemingly possessing human cunning, but they lacked the hypocrisy of humans, showing a genuine nature.

They unconsciously showed all their emotions… and did not disguise their feelings.

Their way of walking was strange too. They liked to hop and climb, choosing difficult paths rather than taking easy and straightforward roads…

Oh right! Greedy, they were also very greedy! Not for money, but for all sorts of materials and equipment!

Their aesthetics were also peculiar, seemingly fond of shiny weapons and clothes. Nightingale observed that most of them wore extravagant attire.

Moreover, they were ruthless against enemies!

But towards their own, especially Nightingale and her group, they showed a completely different demeanor, their fawning attitude made Nightingale a bit uncomfortable.

Even more inexplicably, they looked very happy!

Very, very happy!

Nightingale swore she had never encountered such positive and optimistic elves before!

What on earth were they so happy about? Always joyful…

They were happy when deceiving humans, happier when pillaging, and happiest when dividing the spoils…

Even when they saw the ruins of Rivendell, they were overjoyed as if discovering treasure.

These strange guys seemed filled with curiosity about everything around them, and anything could pique their interest.

Even those elves picking through scraps in the Rock Cave Tribe ruins far away were doing so with great enthusiasm, completely beyond Nightingale’s understanding…

Anyway… they definitely weren’t behaving like how elves should!

Where did they get all this energy?

Weren’t they tired?

Were they triggered by something?

Or… were they simply like that?

Right, she seemed to remember Wood said… they were summoned by the True God?

What exactly were they?

Nightingale became increasingly puzzled in her heart.

With these questions, Nightingale once again traversed the Teleportation Array, arriving at the legendary Feilengcui.

As the surrounding light dissipated, Nightingale found herself in a wide square this time.

Seeing the newly renovated buildings around her, she was a little stunned:

“Is this… the Holy City of Feilengcui?”

What appeared before her was not the imagined ruins, but rather a newly renovated elf city!

Of course, it couldn’t be said to be completely revamped, because in the distance ruins were still visible.

But the wide area centered around the square was already beginning to resemble a city.

And what caught Nightingale’s attention was that she saw other elves!

Yes, elves!

Nightingale was sure these elves embodied what she perceived elves should be!

They were red-haired elves whose faces adorned smiles full of hope, busily bustling through the city, still working on renovating this ancient holy city.

Their clothing was not as extravagant as those strange elves, but simple and elegant, adorned with the elves’ unique and intricate floral patterns.

In addition, their aura was very distinct, allowing Nightingale to easily distinguish between them and He Fan’s group.

“These are… the Flame Tribe?”

Looking at their hair color, Nightingale speculated.

Additionally, she noticed that almost every elder red-haired elf was surrounded by some oddly dressed younger elves.

They were very respectful to the elder red-haired elves, showing a familiar kind of fawning that Nightingale had seen before. Every time the old elves assigned them a task, they’d be elated and filled with enthusiasm.

“Strange… strange fellows…”

Nightingale murmured.

At this moment, an elderly red-haired elf, accompanied by a group of people, approached Nightingale.

Nightingale noticed certain patterns on the person’s clothes, recognizing symbols associated with the tribe’s clan leader.

This was… the Clan Leader of the Flame Tribe?

Nightingale’s heart was stirred.

The approaching person was Philosier Flame, who, seeing the wariness and curiosity in Nightingale’s eyes, smiled slightly:

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a child from the Shadow Tribe. Child, I am Philosier, the Clan Leader of the Flame Tribe, welcome home!”

It really was the Flame Tribe…

Nightingale was somewhat surprised in her heart.

She first greeted politely and then introduced herself:

“Hel… Hello. My name is Nightingale Shadow, and these are my younger siblings…”

Philosier nodded, her gaze sweeping over the young elves’ frail bodies and somewhat dirty clothes, then sighed and said:

“You… have suffered.”

After speaking, her expression suddenly became devout:

“But… everything is over now, the Mother Goddess has returned, welcome home! Everything will start anew for us!”

She turned around, bowed slightly towards the World Tree, and solemnly drew a tree-shaped symbol on her chest.

Again with this symbol!

Nightingale was somewhat surprised.

But at this moment, she had completely accepted the fact of the elves’ True God’s return!

If those strange elves made her doubtful, the appearance of the Flame Tribe was definitely no illusion!

“Miss Nightingale.”

At this time, Nightingale heard another unfamiliar voice.

She turned around and saw a black-haired elf smiling at her.

He wore a set of well-made Druid equipment, with well-mannered gestures.

It was Li Mu.

Li Mu bowed to Nightingale and said,

“Lord Alice wishes to meet you.”

“Alice?”

Nightingale asked, a bit puzzled.

“Alice Wind, the Earthly Representative of the great World Tree — the Goddess Eve Yggdrasil, and the Natural Saintess… She awaits you in the Natural Temple of the Chosen City.”

Li Mu replied.