Game of the World Tree

Fort Colin is across the river from the northern part of the Elven Forest.

Since World Tree's Divine Kingdom came into existence, Fort Colin has had a lot of ferrymen, and they rely on rowing boats to carry ambitious adventurers to the other side of the river to earn some extra money.

After the warrior Athos decided to go to the Elf Forest, he and the orc Hercules followed other adventurers on a boat.

Compared with the wide lower reaches of the river, the upper part of the Vermul River is relatively narrow, and the ferry boat can go back and forth in less than 20 minutes.

On this side of the river is a simple pier that seems to have been set up temporarily.

On the dock, there are more adventurers.

These are all people attracted by the relics of the gods, from all races, but more of them are humans.

The strength of these adventurers varies, but the weakest also have the black iron rank, and there are also many silver professionals who are rarely seen in towns on weekdays.

It can be seen that the attraction of the relics of the gods is quite attractive to adventurers.

Not only that, these adventurers even built a simple wooden stronghold on this bank of the river, and they could even see high walls and some mercenaries on tour.

Immediately after the rowing boat in front docked, a arrogant mercenary stepped forward and charged gold pounds to the people on the boat.

"That is the wolf mercenary group. This stronghold was established by them, and it is also for the convenience of all those who want to enter the relics of the gods. However, all adventurers who enter this stronghold need to pay five gold pounds per person for protection. fee."

The boatman explained to his guests.

Many new adventurers suddenly became agitated.

"Five gold pounds, why don't you grab it?"

Someone couldn't help but say.

Perhaps for senior adventurers, five gold pounds is not enough for them to splurge on the casino once, but this price is already equivalent to half a year's income of a commoner family in the empire.

"No way, this is the regulation of the Wolf Mercenary Group, and everyone who enters the stronghold must obey. They are the largest mercenary group in the northern part of the empire, and there are several gold rank mercenaries alone, unless you can shine Show enough strength, otherwise...you can only listen to them honestly."

The boatman shook his head.

"Then we don't get off here, change places for places!"

Someone said angrily.

"That's it!"

Other adventurers followed suit.

The boatman replied helplessly:

"My lord, I advise everyone to pay the gold pound honestly, this is also for everyone's good."

The adventurers were even more angry:

"What? Could it be that the wolf mercenary group has become so arrogant? Isn't it something to do with the candidates in the northern region!"

"If we don't enter the stronghold, will the Wolf Mercenary Group force us to do so?"

"That's right! If we don't enter their stronghold, we can still go to the ruins of the gods!"

The adventurers were indignant, while the boatman sighed and explained:

"Yes, yes, but if there is no shelter from the stronghold of the wolf mercenary group, the adults may not be able to escape the pursuit of the elves..."

"The elf's... chase?"

The adventurers looked at each other.

"That's right, since everyone is here for the relics of the gods, then they should also know which fallen god this ruin belongs to... That is the main god that the elves once served. So... these elves came to this neighborhood. The adventurer of the sect will never be soft-hearted..."

said the boatman.

"The elves of the forest of elves... are they that scary?"

An adventurer asked in disbelief.

The boatman nodded:

"Of course, you don't know, the adventurers who often travel to and from the ruins of the gods have even reached a consensus. In the ruins and forests, it is not terrible to encounter demons, and it is not terrible to encounter high-level monsters, but if you encounter elves... Be careful."

"If you hit the elves and you can't kill them all at once, then wait for their frantic pursuit..."

"Everyone should have vaguely heard about the origin of these elves. These guys... chase and kill people, but they really can't stop, they're crazy."

"If you can't get to the stronghold in time, unless you have the strength of the gold rank, you will regret it..."

After listening to the boatman's words, the new adventurers on the boat looked at each other, while the boatman pointed to the adventurer's stronghold in front of him and continued:

"Hey, adults, don't look at how well-built this stronghold is. In fact, this is already the fifth stronghold of the Wolf Mercenary Group. The first four were originally in the forest and closer to the relics of the gods, but they were all destroyed by the elves in the end. They are ruined."

"Fortunately, the elves still don't know the location of this stronghold, and it's close to the river. The wolf mercenary group also has a lot of spare ships. If it is really besieged by the elves, it is easy to evacuate."

When the adventurers heard this, their expressions became more and more solemn.

"Elves, are you strong?"

someone asked with a serious look.

"It's not a question of whether they are strong or not, but... how do you say it, if you really meet adults, you'll know, that's a bunch of lunatics..."

said the boatman.

"Okay, it's ashore, I wish the adults can successfully obtain the treasure in the relics of the gods!"

The ship docked, and the mercenaries of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group also came up.

The adventurers stirred for a while, but in the end they paid the gold pounds one by one.

No way, they found that even the mercenaries who received gold pounds in the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group were silver-ranked, and their ship didn't even have a silver-ranked median...

At least... that's what most of the adventurers on board thought.

The people on the boat went down one by one, and soon it was Athos and Hercules' turn.

And when it was their turn to pay the fee, the orc Hercules sneered and lit up his aura.

The mercenary's face changed greatly.

Fortunately, Hercules just lit it up and put it away.

The mercenary immediately stood to the side respectfully, and did not say that the fee was charged, but let the two of them disembark.

Hercules sneered, and then accompanied Athos into the stronghold.

The strong have privileges everywhere.

There are more adventurers in the stronghold.

Not only that, the two even saw many booths of the Chamber of Commerce, selling all kinds of materials for exploring the remains of the gods.

Many of these chambers of commerce are from all over the empire, but there are also others from other races and forces.

Athos even saw a dark dwarf booth named Amway Firm or something...

I don't know how these underground guys run so far to trade here.

Of course, the two just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. They just passed by this stronghold, and their ultimate goal was to go to the nearby elf city of Winterfell.

Hercules had already obtained a map drawn by adventurers from the black market in advance, and the approximate location of Winterfell had been marked on it, and the two of them only needed to go directly.

However, when the two of them passed through the stronghold of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group and left, they were stopped by a mercenary soldier who rushed over:

"Your Excellency, please wait a moment, are you two planning to go to the ruins of the gods?"

It was a warrior who was wearing heavy armor all over his body, and his strength had reached the golden upper rank.

"Is there a problem?"

Athos did not answer directly.

The warrior hesitated for a moment, and then performed a non-standard imperial etiquette:

"I'm Hans, the deputy head of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps. The two should also be high-level professionals, right? I don't know what to call them?"

"Athos."

Athos said.

"Hey."

Hercules just sneered and didn't answer.

Hans didn't care about Hercules' attitude...

In fact, the relationship between orcs and humans has not been very good, and he can also see that the two people in front of them are obviously headed by this human warrior.

Just hearing the name Atos, he raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Athos? Good name! It's the same name as the founding military god of the empire..."

Hearing the words of the founding military god of the empire, the corners of Athos' mouth slightly raised, and there was a hint of memory that was not easily noticed in his expression.

That was who he was when he was a mortal.

In the distant past, he was the founding father of the Holy Mannian Empire, but because of a conflict of beliefs, he finally gave up everything he had.

Not knowing that his casual compliment happened to scratch the other party's itch, Captain Hans paused and continued:

"Mr. Athos, high-level professionals cannot enter the ruins of the gods. If they really want to enter, their strength will be suppressed below the golden rank..."

"If the two of you plan to go to the relics of the gods, I hope you will think about it... In the ruins of the gods, high-level occupations are much more dangerous than middle and low-level occupations, and those elf lunatics like to pick high-level occupations who enter the ruins. Let's start, many golden adventurers have died in the ruins..."

Hearing his words, Athos looked a little surprised.

And Hercules couldn't help but let out a sneer:

"Elves? It also has the advantage of suppressing the relics of the gods. I really want to see them in the forest. I want to see how powerful they are!"

Captain Hans glanced at him, laughed, and shook his head:

"Don't underestimate those elves, let alone inside the ruins, even outside the ruins, you have to be careful when you encounter them!"

"Do you know the legendary Sword Saint Sward? That's a legend! But that's it, he was also injured in the conflict with the elves a while ago, and he was seriously injured! He was severely burned by magic all over his body!"

"He did not enter the ruins, but clashed with the elves outside the ruins."

"Unfortunately, someone asked the legendary Sword Saint Sward how the elf seriously injured him, but he never said anything, just angrily scolded the evil elf for being mean and blasphemous..."

"But looking at his injury, I suspect that the elves may also have legendary powerhouses, and they should be good at fire element magic, or electricity magic...

Hans spread his hands.

Are there legends among elves?

Hearing this sentence, Hercules' expression finally became solemn.

However, that was quickly replaced by frenzy:

"That's better, hehe, I haven't fought an elves yet..."

He chuckled and touched the red axe behind him.

Hans was slightly taken aback.

However, when his eyes swept to the red battle axe behind Hercules, there was a hint of surprise in his expression.

Before he could think about anything, he heard Athos say:

"Thanks for the reminder, we'll pay attention."

Then, he waved to Hercules and moved on.

Hans wanted to say something, but he glanced at the red battle axe behind Hercules, his eyes became more and more hesitant, and he finally gave up.

And it wasn't until the two were far away that he turned around and returned to the base, and he couldn't help muttering while walking:

"That axe...a bit similar to the axe of the legendary powerhouse Hercules of the Orc Alliance..."

"No, it shouldn't be. It is rumored that Hercules is very arrogant, especially looking down on humans, so how can he be a follower of humans?"

"unless……"

Halfway through, Head Hans was slightly startled.

He suddenly turned around and looked in the direction where the two left, with a bit of surprise in his expression:

"Athos... God of War Atos? God of War God of Eight?!"

"Could it be...that...isn't it?"

...

After leaving the adventurer's stronghold, Athos and Hercules quickly entered the hinterland of the Elf Forest according to the markings on the map.

As they progressed, there were fewer and fewer adventurers around, and after entering the red-marked area on the map, no one could see them again.

The area marked in red refers to the area where the elves are active...

"I didn't expect that after hundreds of years of absence, the elves have become fearsome beings."

Athos shook his head.

"Hey, I'm getting more and more curious, is it an elves with legendary strength? I really want to compete."

Hercules sneered.

Athos looked helpless.

But soon, his peripheral vision swept to somewhere beside him, playing with his taste:

"There are no legendary elves, but there are quite a few elves of the silver rank..."

"And it seems that we have followed after we left the stronghold. It seems... the stronghold of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group is not as secretive as they thought."

Hagsley also looked in the same direction and sneered:

"It's really like a legend, as cunning as a human being..."

"Unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, all the conspiracy and weirdness are ridiculous self-deception."

Then, he snorted coldly:

"Elf, don't hide, we have found you."

After speaking, Hercules took off the red axe behind him and slashed hard at the ground.

With a loud bang, a terrifying crack extended on the ground and extended directly to somewhere in the distance, causing a flurry of abuse:

"Damn, how did you expose it?"

"The idea is a bit hard, I'm afraid it's high-level!"

"It's good to be brave, there are many rewards!"

"Try it first!"

"Don't forget to share the coordinates with the group..."

"okay!"

As soon as the voice fell, bursts of shouting and killing sounded.

Under the surprised eyes of Athos and Heggs, more than a dozen elves in gorgeous armor suddenly emerged from the grass not far away, waving their weapons and rushing towards them...

Just like the robbers who robbed the road.

But the problem is, the strength is not enough.