Chapter 161 Who the hell dug up the World Tree? !
The diffuse black mist seemed to be filled with the breath of death.
Depressed, withered, lifeless.
For ordinary people, let alone walking into the black mist, even if it is only slightly close, the mind will be affected by it and become extremely manic and depressed.
However,
at this moment,
in the dim wasteland, a team was moving slowly in the diffuse black fog.
Every figure in the team held a torch high in their hands and walked silently through the black mist.
Elta Shovel was at the front of the group.
Long silver hair, deep purple eyes.
The huge light blue leaves were pieced together into a simple outfit, and the skin all over his body revealed an extremely obvious paleness.
On both sides of his slightly restless face, a pair of pointed ears swayed constantly as he walked, as if they could help him find the way forward in the dark fog.
It was obvious that Elta Shovel was not human.
He is an elf.
The blazing fire flickered on the torch in his hand.
However, unlike ordinary flames, the flames in Erte's hands seemed to be able to dispel the darkness around him, forming a barrier around him that blocked the black mist.
The elves call it the Eternal Fire.
The burning flame can bring some warmth in the cold winter, and can bring never-extinguished light in the depressing night.
And the most important thing is...
these flames seem to never go out. Not only can they dispel the black fog, but they can also prevent the elves living in this land from gradually dying out in this land full of death.
You must know that among the torches held by the elves at this moment, there is only one fire,
which comes from the eternal fire enshrined in the camp of the Moon Elf tribe.
Whenever a group of elves goes out, the elders of the moon elves will take out particles of fire from the burning eternal fire to dispel the obstacles in front of the traveling elves.
As a race that has lived on this land for thousands of years, even though it has a lifespan much longer than that of humans, the elves today, including Elta, have long forgotten the scene before the black mist filled the air.
Ever since Elta was born into this world, the surroundings of the camp have been filled with black mist.
Fortunately... even though the black mist filled the air, the Moon Elf's World Tree still provided them with a vast green shade, filling the area around the camp with life.
Under the protection of the World Tree and the Eternal Fire, the moon elves can eat berries and drink the juice of the ivy.
Even though the outside world is filled with boundless black fog, they can still live peacefully in their own small world.
But...
at this moment, Erte's face was not pretty, and even filled with worry.
Because just a few months ago, the peaceful life of the moon elves for hundreds of years was finally broken.
The culprit that broke all this was naturally the black mist that filled the abandoned land.
You know, even Leon in Antolia can feel the strange movements from the abandoned land.
After all...
if it hadn't been for the black mist that had spread to Antolia, Leon wouldn't have had to be so anxious to get the shadow manipulator.
And since even Antolia is deeply disturbed by it, the elves living in the abandoned land are naturally even more so.
As the black mist that permeates this land becomes thicker and thicker, even with the blessing of the Eternal Fire and the World Tree, the scope of the moon elves' activities is constantly being compressed.
Even the leaves of the originally lush World Tree showed a slight yellowish color during this period.
And this...
is obviously not just as simple as compressing the range of activities.
The compression of the range of activities means that the berries for the elves to pick are also decreasing. At any time, for any race, being hungry is not a trivial matter!
After all, even the tough orcs can succumb to the temptation of food and shelter.
In order to solve this problem, the moon elves had to think of various methods.
For example...
pray to the God of Nature, and then plant saplings of World Tree on the periphery of the habitat.
The purpose of Elte's trip was to use the precious moon spring water to water the World Tree seedlings planted on the periphery, so that those fragile seedlings would glow with life under the shroud of black mist.
"I hope those saplings are still alive..."
Thinking of this, Erte couldn't help but sigh.
The Moon Elf planted World Tree saplings in three locations around the habitat.
Unfortunately, he has already been to two of them.
Either it has dried up under the invasion of the black mist, or it has been damaged and broken by the monsters wandering in this land.
"Must be alive!"
Hearing Erte's slightly worried words, the elf girl walking behind forced a smile on her face that was uglier than crying.
"I hope so, Angelica..."
Elte replied helplessly.
However, when they followed the guidance of the God of Nature and followed the shouts of the World Tree and gradually approached their destination...
Elta suddenly frowned.
There is a special bond between the elves and the World Tree.
So most of the time, even if the World Tree has withered, they can feel the existence of the World Tree in their hearts as long as they are within a certain range.
But this time...
"Can you feel the presence of those World Tree saplings?"
Ergo turned back with some hesitation.
All the elves present widened their eyes and shook their heads in panic, with a look of disbelief in their eyes.
After a brief period of indulgence, even the gentle elf couldn't help but uttered a curse word:
"TMD, who the hell dug up the saplings I planted?!"
Even though there was a long black mist in front of Elte, there was nothing between it and the World Tree. The bond between them has made the elves aware of the reality that happened not far away.
It was at this moment that the elves present could not help but speed up their pace, and even held the longbows behind them tightly in their hands.
Even though they have lived in the abandoned land for thousands of years, this is the first time that they cannot feel the presence of the World Tree seedlings.
A plateau hound wouldn't be so bored that he would take away the seedlings of the world tree, right? !
No, this is not the activity range of plateau hounds!
Just when a group of elves were full of doubts, holding high the torches in their hands, and running towards the World Tree...
Poof!
With a slight sound, the elves seemed to have suddenly stepped through an invisible barrier, and the surrounding black mist suddenly dissipated.
In the next second, wherever Erte looked, everything around him became extremely clear.
Elta rubbed her eyes involuntarily.
Here...
it seems that there is no black mist anymore?
(End of chapter)