Game of the World Tree - Chapter 578

578. Chapter 576 A mushroom cloud…

“Here they come again.”

Looking at the new elves emerging from the bushes, Atos was somewhat impressed by their persistence. They

were clearly defeated, but they kept trying to die. They were indeed a group of crazy guys…

Although with Hercules’ strength, no matter how many of these long-eared people there were, they would still lose, but Atos couldn’t figure out why they kept attacking the two of them.

Did they regard the two of them as adventurers?

Were they angry about the adventurers entering the Broken Kingdom?

But it didn’t seem like that…

As a demigod, Atos thought he could still see through the thoughts of ordinary life, but he couldn’t see through these elves…

It was understandable that these elves were fearless, after all, they were not afraid of death and could be resurrected.

Although I didn’t know what the price and hidden dangers of the elves’ resurrection were, it at least gave them the courage to fight.

But… what about beyond that?

Did they simply want to expel the two of them?

No, it didn’t seem like that.

On the contrary, Atos felt that he could faintly see some greed and excitement on the elves’ faces.

The former is like a hunter seeing the best prey, and the latter is like a dragon seeing its favorite toy…

and this discovery made Athos more and more strange.

He looked at Hercules, wondering what the two of them had that could make these elves greedy.

He really wanted to open the elves’ heads and see what they were thinking.

Athos was increasingly puzzled and curious about the elves’ behavior, while Hercules gradually became excited.

As an orc, he was originally a person who liked to kill.

Regardless of whether the target of the killing was strong or weak, continuous killing could make him more and more excited.

Especially the sound of broken bones and the smell of blood, which could best stimulate his animal nature.

“Heh, weak guys.”

Looking at the elves rushing up, he sneered in a low voice and continued to swing his axe at them.

No elf could hold out for a move under his hands.

Even if there was, it was Hercules playing tricks on them.

However, the more than 80 elves who rushed over were obviously different from the previous ones.

Their level was much higher, and unlike their previous companions who just stalled for time, they really worked together to attack Hercules.

These guys had a good coordination, and it seemed that there was someone directing them. Although their strength was far inferior to Hercules, they relied on each other’s restraint to really entangle Hercules.

Although this was at the cost of their own lives, although every second, elves would be easily killed by Hercules, and although there was also a reason why Hercules used them as objects to vent his killing desire and did not fight with all his strength…

but at least… they really restrained him.

They howled and waved their weapons and rushed towards Hercules, throwing various skills at Hercules with the assistance or cover of various magic.

Of course, they were still no match for Hercules. Anyone who approached the orc warrior would be split in half by him the next moment.

However, even if one of their companions died in battle, these dozens of newly emerged elves still did not retreat.

Unlike the guys before, they would flee when they saw they couldn’t win, but would rather die under Hercules’ axe… They

should be the elite force of the elves.

For a moment, Hercules and Athos had the same thought in their minds.

Looking at these crazy guys, Athos’s expression gradually moved.

Hercules is a senior legendary professional and doesn’t take these weak guys seriously.

But legends are originally the high-end combat power in this world, and there is no comparison.

Even though these elves were vulnerable when facing Hercules, the combat power they showed was far beyond the same level…

And how many such elves are there?

Thinking of this question, Athos’s expression gradually became serious.

The war in the secular world is still a war of secular life after all.

Perhaps legends can be the key finale of a battle, but in the war of faith involving the power of true gods, the transcendental power is often not convenient to take action, and in many cases the battle of secular power has already decided the outcome.

And the potential shown by these elves… is indeed terrible!

Take these eighty elves for example. If the one fighting them was not Hercules but a gold professional, they would have been beaten to death long ago.

No…

if it was a gold professional, they would have been killed in the first sneak attack.

And thinking about the fact that these elves appeared in the Forest of Elves for less than five years and their rise was so rapid, Atos’s expression became more serious…

These elves are indeed worthy of the attention of the true gods.

“No wonder the Scepter of Life was snatched by the gods. The true artifact that can transform such a group of terrible guys is really amazing.”

Athos thought.

After thinking about it, he said to Hercules:

“Hercules, stop playing, quickly destroy them, and we will rush to Winterfell as soon as possible.”

The purpose of observing the elves’ fighting power has been achieved, so there is no need to drag it out.

As for revealing his identity here, shaking hands with these elves to stop fighting and make peace, Athos has never considered it.

When they attack the two of them, it must mean that they will have to bear the price.

Anyway, it seems that they can also be resurrected.

Hearing Athos’ words, Hercules nodded and looked at the elves around with a sneer.

The aura on his body suddenly became more terrifying.

The elves’ faces changed, and then a shout came from them:

“The BOSS is about to be enlarged, don’t delay, go!”

Then, more than 20 elves lit up their hands, and magic stones engraved with magic runes appeared.

“Humph, the same trick again.”

Looking at the magic stones, Hercules laughed sarcastically.

He flashed and swung the axe in his hand. Before the elves could activate the inscriptions on the magic stones, he chopped down the elves and the magic stones in half!

Speaking of which, although these explosive magic props are powerful, as long as the inscriptions on them are destroyed in advance, they are just magic stones infused with magic power.

If they cannot be detonated, after these magic stones are split in half, the magic power in them will only dissipate…

Perhaps the first magic stone attack by the elves was beyond Hercules’ expectations, but now it has no effect.

He flashed and shuttled among the elves. Before the elves had time to react, he chopped all the guys who raised the magic stones to death…

However, the elves did not give up.

“Hurry, the small magic stones are useless, use the big ones!”

One of them shouted.

After he finished speaking, Hercules saw someone from the elves suddenly stand up, holding a package half the size of a person, and rushing towards him.

He was covered with a thick stack of buff magic, all of which accelerated his speed.

At the same time, the other elves turned around and ran away at full speed with all their might.

“Heh, do you think I won’t recognize you just because you put on a package?”

Hercules sneered, swung the axe in his hand and chopped at the elf holding the package.

However, before he chopped at the other party, he heard a loud shout from the other party:

“Those who believe in the Eternal Lord are idiots! The Eternal Lord is the idiot of idiots!”

Hearing this, Athos and Hercules changed color at the same time.

Are these elves crazy?

How dare they say such blasphemous words?

“Madman!”

Hercules snorted coldly and increased the strength in his hand.

Under his powerful chopping, the elves that rushed up were instantly chopped into meat paste by the terrifying force, and then slowly disappeared like the corpses of other elves.

However, when he chopped the package, Hercules felt that the feel was not right…

It was not like the feel of chopping a magic stone, but something else.

The package was split in half, and the black bag on the outside fell off, revealing the inside.

It was a handsome human-shaped sculpture, shining golden.

It was wearing a gorgeous holy robe and had a gentle smile on its face.

However, its head had been cut off by Hercules, and it fell to the ground with a thud, rolling a long way before stopping…

When seeing this sculpture, Hercules and Atos were stunned.

It was the statue of the Eternal Lord Iteo…

Before they could say anything, astonishing dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, and a lightning bolt more than ten meters thick struck down…

Boom…

A dazzling light flashed.

The whole earth was shaking.

In the forest of elves, a mushroom cloud hundreds of meters high rose…

This chapter is relatively short_(:з」∠)_

I will write more tomorrow and make up for it. (Palpation

(End of this chapter)