The Dark Mountains are located in the southwest of the Seges continent, facing the Elf Forest in the north, the Endless Sea in the west, the Fengrao Plain in the east, and the Death Desert in the south...

Because the obsidian storage in the mountains is extremely rich, even the peaks are dyed with a deep black layer, this is the name.

However, due to the rugged terrain and the barren land, the dark mountains have not become paradise for animals and plants, but only drought-tolerant trees, shrubs, alpine meadows, and a large number of wild animals.

But it is rumored that in ancient times, the Dark Mountains were not barren. At that time, it was as rich and beautiful as the Elf Forest, and there was even another nice name called Emerald Mountain.

But after a godly battle, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, and everything was destroyed.

Now, the harsh environment of the Dark Mountains is almost as famous as the Dead Desert.

Apart from caravans that have to cross the mountains, and dwarves and humans who are trying to find minerals in the dark mountains, few people set foot here...

In the northwest of the Dark Mountains, in a hidden valley.

In the corner of the valley, simple stone houses are arranged in starry shapes, forming a small village.

But even if the structure is simple, these stone houses are arranged neatly and cleaned. Not only that, flowers and shrubs are planted around each house, which is enough to show the owner's love for nature... This is not easy in the dark mountains.

In the center of the village is a small open square, with a simple high platform built with stones and rattans.

At this moment, more than 200 residents were gathering under the platform. They were old and young. Everyone was wearing a hood that could cover their faces. They were thin and their eyes were numb and dull. It could be seen that life was quite difficult.

And the faintly exposed sharp ears and outstanding appearance declared their identity elves.

The elves sat together in groups of three or three, looking at the platform curiously.

On the high platform, two elderly people stood.

One of the elderly elves was wearing a gray sacrificial garment. His hair and beard were white and his spirits were magnificent. It was Samir Jifeng, the old priest who was sent by Eve to collect the elves.

The other one is an old female elf.

Her name is Filosil Lieyan, she is the head of this elf village and also an old friend of Samir.

The female elf glanced at Samir beside her, sighed and said:

"Samir, I have called all the tribe members as you said. What do you have to say? Can you say it now?"

Samir looked at the more than 200 people in the audience, and his expression was very complicated:

"Is this all the members of the Flame Tribe?"

Feiluocill lowered her eyelids, her voice with a faint sadness:

"That's all left."

"Hey... I didn't expect that the Fiery Tribe, which once had a population of nearly 10,000, had declined to this point."

Samir sighed, feeling sad.

However, compared with the Qifeng tribe whose tribe has completely disappeared, the Lie Flame tribe is already considered good.

After hearing Samir's words, Filosil's eyes became a little hazy. She squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying and said:

"What can I do? Without the blessing of the True God, we are all homeless children and just let them bully... It is already very good to find a hiding place in the Emerald Mountain."

In the world of Seges where gods exist, it is difficult for ordinary wise races without the protection of the true gods to survive the struggles of all races...

In particular, the elves themselves have a fatal attraction to other races.

Losing their strength and shelter, their beautiful appearance, their long life span, and their natural magical physique are all coveted by other races.

In addition, the elves are free from the world, love peace and are kind by nature, so they are not good at fighting with others at all, so in a series of conspiracy and struggles, the clan becomes weaker and weaker.

Is the blessing of the true God?

Samir's eyes flashed.

I saw him take a deep breath, revealing a bright smile, with a hint of fanaticism and excitement:

"Actually... I came here this time for this."

"Um?"

Filosil looked at him in surprise.

It was not until this time that the old patriarch of the Flame Tribe discovered that the old friend in front of him seemed to be vaguely different from the image he remembered.

Although I haven't seen each other for many years, Samir looks more energetic. There is a faint light flowing in his eyes, as if he is full of hope for the future.

It was far from what the desolate old man I saw a few years ago. The numbness and despair in the once muddy eyes disappeared.

Feiluocill's eyes froze.

The elves' Wind Tribe is the most special tribe among all elves. They shoulder the responsibility of sacrificing the Mother of Nature and are also called the priest clan.

After the fall of the World Tree, the Wind Clan was also the most hit and the most persecuted clan.

As the elder of the clan, Samir Jifeng can be said to have completely experienced the process of the prosperity of the Qifeng clan... Every time she sees the other person, she looks sad and desperate.

And if she remembered correctly, Samir should have been around the Elf Forest, taking the last Saint of Nature to insist on the sacrifice of nature, hoping to awaken the Mother God...

But now...

Feiluocir looked at Samir's energetic and energetic look, and his gaze full of hope and light, and suddenly a thought that was unbelievable appeared...

Could it be...

Her heart, which had not fluctuated for many years, suddenly and violently beat.

"you……"

She looked at Samir, her voice trembling, as if she was wondering something, and seemed to be looking forward to something.

Samir turned his head, smiled gently at his old friend, and then stretched out his arms...

A brilliant holy light radiates from him as the center, with reassuring power and a strong breath of nature.

The light shone brightly, at this moment, Samir seemed to have turned into the darling of nature. The powerful aura of life swept across the entire square in an instant...

Feeling the huge natural power in the old priest's body, Filosil widened his eyes and said in shock:

"Silver...Silver Priest!"

Silver Priest!

After the fall of Mother Nature, I have not seen such a high-ranking priest in many years?

Silver is a watershed, and only the true god can support priests of the silver level!

At this moment, Filosil felt his old heart beating more and more violently like a young man. The originally absurd and endless hopeful thoughts have already pointed to a reality!

"This...this..."

She murmured, almost unable to talk to herself.

The power of the holy light also attracted all the elves. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the elves elder on the platform in shock and blankness.

Looking at the gathering eyes, Samir smiled slightly.

I saw him facing north, devoutly drawing a symbol of Mother Nature on his chest, with a gentle and powerful voice:

"Friends, our true God's crown... is back. He has issued the divine parable and summoned us to return to the Forest of the Elf and regain our glory!"

After saying that, he took out a golden leaf from his arms, which was the leaves of the Holy Relic World Tree where Eve exerted divine power.

I saw Samir holding up the leaves of the World Tree and stimulating the power in it piously and respectfully...

In an instant, the rich natural divine power spread, and the branches sprouted wherever they went, and flowers bloomed. In a blink of an eye, the square was surrounded by clusters of flowers and lush vines...

Looking at this miraculous scene, all the elves were shocked.

"It's the natural divine power! This is the natural divine power!"

An old elf recognized it, his voice full of excitement.

And with the miracle, an ethereal and sacred voice echoed in the air:

"Go home, kids."

Children, go home...

The majestic voice is soft and beautiful... with a hint of sigh, full of endless vicissitudes, and has a strange power to soothe people's hearts.

This is the divine metaphor recorded by Eve in the leaves of the World Tree.

In an instant, all the elves felt a warm energy pouring into their bodies, and their weak body, which had been wandering for a long time, gradually gained strength again!

With a "thump", Feiluosier subconsciously knelt on the ground, looking at the bright world leaves, feeling the vigorous vitality in his body, and two lines of turbid tears fell.

I saw her look surprised and sad:

"Master Mother Goddess... This is the power of Master Mother Goddess!"

"He... is back!"
Chapter completed!