Game of the World Tree

Black Dragon has fallen, and the glory of the power will slowly disappear, and all restored.

It seems that just a miracle is just an illusion.

At the same time, all players have received new system messages again:

Ding--

[181 people have been successfully attached to the Flame Ethics, and the elves will be sent to the task to complete the task, and the number of people will be distributed according to the task contribution and successful receipt.

Ding--

[Trigger the branch plot: transport the captured black dragon to the elf town]

[Task Reward: 50 Contribution]

"Capture Black Dragon?"

They looked up in front of him, and they looked at the place of falling on the ground, and they were killed by the rope of the power.

Looking at the curious sight of the elves, Merrell is ashamed.

It wanted to open his mouth, but why didn't you make a sound under the entanglement of a rope, you can only "" low.

"The goddess is so powerful! This will catch Black Dragon!"

"After all, it is true!"

While players sigh, while excitedly came to Merrell.

They didn't have the grief of Merrell, but they were very courageous, curiosity touched its scales, while excitedly moving on it:

"This Black Dragon is cool!"

"It's really hard!"

"Take a photo!"

"Wait ... Let me put a posture!"

Merreger: ......

At the same time, the players have said some remarks that make He Dragon Merrell's horrified war:

"I don't know if it's scales can be used to do shields, I feel good ..."

"Remember that the fantasy story said that if you drink the dragon blood, you will get powerful strength, don't know if it's blood?"

"Say ... Is there a way to tame it as a mount! Dragon Knight ... think about it is very handsome!"

Merreger: ......

It sounds whisks whose whisks, and it looks at these disgusting bats ...

Sure enough, it is a cruel wisdom race!

Too evil!

These long ears are really too evil!

Not only wants to have its scales, but also want to drink its blood, but also want great Merreier as a mount!

God! Does Merrell's Longsheng is coming?

Myrell has not become the greatest dragon, Merrell is not willing!

How will Merrell's future?

While thinking, its eyes have poured a crystal tear.

"Lying! Cry?"

"This black dragon is too small."

Merreger: ......

It's not going to go, close your eyes, and start to die.

The flames of the flame tribe fell into sad after cheering.

This time, there is still dozens of old elf fighting.

The remaining ethnic sorrows gathered the body of the war, and prepared to use the flame of the magic.

Here is the elf.

In the tradition of the elf, after the death of the body created, the ashes in the elf, meaning that the root is returned, and the soul will go to the height of the mother. ...

However, when we gather the body, the elves suddenly found that the young people who watched death were unattended ...

Not only that, let them unexpectedly, the surviving young people seem to be a little bit of pastness.

Instead, they seem to be very excited.

Even if there is a lot of grief, it looks ... also feels a bit illegal.

They seem to be induced true emotions ...

The people of the flame tribe always feel like it seems wrong, but I can't say it.

I don't wait for them, and players also joined them. They were grief with them to mourn the old elf who went away, let them swallow the words in the throat.

After Ai, after the body recovered, I planned to chase the escaping half-orc.

Although these half-orc people have escaped when the strength of the mother god is coming, but Al is still unfameful.

Just, when he is ready to make your body, the voice of the mother and god sounded in his heart:

"Don't chase it."

Neither?

Aier moves.

However, since the mother said that he didn't have to chase it, then he gave up the chasing.

Subsequently, he assisted the remains of the fierce tribe gathered, and the players enthusiastically assisted the elves to organize the books that were thrown. Finally, they excitedly pulled the trophy - black Dragon Merrell, which was surrounded by indigenous elves, starting to return ...

......

The edge of the forest.

The half-orcs priests escaping the emperor in the escort ...

This time, a total of more than 300 half-orc soldiers were sent out of the rock tribe, all of them!

However, after those crazy elves and the thin silver swordsman, the half-capsule people have killed their death ...

There is only more than one hundred people who have escaped now.

Not only that, but also makes the half-orc priest fear that Heilong Merell actually didn't come back!

Although they have not chased troops behind them, this finding made him more thrilling.

"The leaves of the world ... are just the power of the leaf of the world tree, can't control Merrell's adults, is there more terrible enemies?"

"Just I seem to feel the fluctuations like the power ... Although I have not perceived the specific breath, the dramatic fluctuation must be the power of true God!"

The more terrible he wants, the more I want to fill it.

At this time, the team that fled suddenly stopped ...

"what happened?"

The half-emetican priest was tight, and then he looked forward.

I don't know when, the exit of the elf appears a tall figure.

She is full of her body in a black robes, dark gray long hair is hanging from the hood, and a pair of scarlet scorpions quietly look at the semi-orcard's team.

That expression is very calm, like a group of dead people.

The pupil of the half-cellant is slightly shrinking.

Because ... he doesn't know the existence of this person!

And this is either because the other party has a strong ability to hide the breath, or it is the strength far beyond his imagination!

He is going to say something, a huge peripheral pressure suddenly came from the other party.

For a time, all the echo people are steady, because this pressure is much stronger than that of the Heilong Merrell that has just been just!

High-level professionals!

This is a high-level professional who reached the strength of gold!

The half-orc priest shouted in the heart of the heart, but how did the mouth did not speak.

Then, I saw this mysterious person suddenly looked up, and a cold and dead god suddenly opened her center.

All of the east people who come into contact with them are stiff, and then fall down, lose their lives ...

And I perceive the breath of the power, the half-cork priest suddenly widened:

"Dead ... death ... Dead" ... "

He didn't finish the words, and he lost the breath.

Hundreds of echoes are so unclear.

No one escapes.

At this time, I saw the tall figure once again waved their hands, and a vibrant disorder suddenly pulled out the vitality of all semi-orc people.

And her looks again, and it has turned into the appearance of Eve.

"In my site, I killed so many people, don't think of escape."

She lost a sentence, the whole body became the light, slowly disappeared.