The golden leaves fly by in the cool autumn breeze, and the green city of the Chosen City is also dyed with a layer of orange.

Players are busy navigating the city, carrying a variety of goods and building materials, or fully armed, moving around in the wild and in dungeons.

It's been four days since the new version of "Elven Country" opened.

And the world of Saigs has also passed for more than half a month.

The arrival of summer activities, the news of the army of half-orcs, gave the entire Elven Forest a taste of urgency......

And the increasingly cold autumn wind also made the forest a lot bothered.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the kilometer-high World Tree...... It is still vibrant, full of greenery, exuding the breath of sacred nature, so that the neighboring areas are dyed with a layer of vitality, warm as spring.

Nightingale carries a lunch box and walks through the streets of the Chosen City.

"Sneeze ——!"

A cool breeze blew, and she couldn't help but sneeze coldly.

She sniffed her reddened nose and tightened her thin clothes slightly.

Suddenly, a thick fur coat flew over and covered her head directly, enveloping her somewhat petite body......

Nightingale subconsciously wrapped, and at the same time looked back to see that it was a boxed lunch and his combat team.

"When it's cold, wear more, this is a return gift for breakfast recently."

Ben Ben said, looking at the fur coat.

The nightingale was slightly stunned, touched the soft and fine fluff on her clothes, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly......

However, she quickly reacted, coughed lightly twice and asked:

"Where did it come from?"

"Mercenary's cargo."

Without waiting for the lunch box to answer, the player Hulu on the side interjected while giggling.

Nightingale raised an eyebrow, glared at him, and looked at the lunch box from head to toe......

The Chosen One, who is keen on fighting, is now with his companions, carrying a large package and fully armed.

The nightingale noticed that the equipment on the lunch box seemed to have changed again, and the armor on the upper body and the shoes on the feet seemed to be much more refined.

And...... The aura on his body seemed to be faintly stronger.

"Are you going to the underworld to fight shadow monsters again?"

Nightingale asked curiously.

The lunch box bowed slightly.

Then, he waved to his teammates and continued to walk out of the city.

"What a battle maniac......"

Looking at the back of the lunch box leaving, the nightingale shook his head.

She tightened her coat slightly, feeling a lot warmer......

……

Fei Leng Cui, the temple of nature.

The players of the Moe Council carried a large, slightly rudimentary hexahedron-like contraption and moved cautiously......

"Lighten up! Slow down! This is the closest thing to a successful defense, so be careful not to break it! ”

On the side, the old elven forger Carlos Blaze held a blueprint, glared at him, and commanded with a blowing beard.

"Grandpa Carlos, here comes the tool for drawing inscriptions!"

Just as the old elf was directing the players to place the device, a crisp voice came.

Hearing this familiar voice, the old elf's stern eyes softened a lot.

He turned around and saw a female player with a large bag walking into the temple, it was none other than his proudest disciple of the Chosen One, Dream Han.

Carlos smiled gently:

"Uh-huh...... Yes, you'll be helping the others with the final inscription carvings, connecting the defenses to the statue of the Mother Goddess, just like I taught you before. Inscription engraving...... This is the most critical part of magic tool making. ”

The female player, nicknamed Dream Han, looked happy, but quickly hesitated:

"But...... I'm not very skilled yet. ”

"Don't worry, I'll guide you on the side."

Carlos gave her an encouraging look, and then, in the envious eyes of the other players, patted her on the shoulder and said gently:

"Your basic knowledge is already very solid, and when you are thoroughly proficient in inscription carving, you can forge the most basic magical equipment."

"Maybe the big ones aren't enough, but making some small pendants, or some apprentice-level or even simple black iron lower-level magic equipment, can already be done. In your words, it's at least a piece of equipment at the Blue Rare level. ”

Dream Zhihan listened, and his eyes lit up.

She smiled sweetly, put the tool down, and bowed to the old elf:

"Thank you for your teaching, Mr. Carlos!"

Carlos's expression softened even more, and he shook his head:

"Good boy, it's all the result of your own efforts...... Among so many Chosen One, only you are the most conscientious and diligent...... I think you'll be able to carry on my legacy and grow into a true elven blacksmith! ”

……

Black Dragon Castle, down the hillside.

"Merrell! You guy! Move lightly! These walls won't stand up to you until they're reinforced! ”

Xiao Xianmeow puffed out her cheeks, looked at the little black dragon with a large bundle of building materials, and said disgustedly.

Merrell's face fell, and he put down the stone in his mouth, and muttered angrily:

"Really...... If you want Myrell to say, what kind of city wall, just this kind of muddy thing, Merrell can solve it with a breath of dragon's breath! ”

"That's not on the core of the defense yet! Know the core of defense? The kind of Black Rock City! Able to withstand an army of tens of thousands of shadow monsters! ”

Xiao Xianmeow shook her head, crossed her hands on her chest, and said seriously:

"Waiting for the defense core, coupled with the power of the goddess, even you may not be able to break through for a while, and this is not to defend against a big man like you, but to deal with half-orcs."

"Cut! Even those stupid and weak half-orcs, Merrell can easily take them out! ”

The little black dragon proudly raised the dragon's head.

"Really?"

Little Salty Meow glanced at it:

"I've heard Sister Alice say that this enemy may be legendary."

Merrell froze.

After speaking, Xiao Xianmeow jumped lightly, jumped on Myrel's dragon head under the effect of [Light Body Technique], and then took the staff and knocked on Myrel's skull face armor:

"If you don't want your castle to be in ruins under the siege of the orcs, do your job! When the orcs are defeated, I will treat you to ten carts of honey roast! ”

Merrell's eyes lit up when he listened.

However, it swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quickly shook its head:

"Nope! Twenty cars! ”

"Twenty cars is twenty cars!"

Xiao Xianmeow straightened her chest and was very generous.

Merrell hesitated for a moment, and snorted:

"Or ...... Or thirty cars, right? Hey, hey, twenty cars may still not be enough......"

"Get out!"

……

Elven Forest, an out-of-town farm.

"Now it's all right!"

The oak guard Basaka touched his big bald head and looked at the translucent arched buildings in front of him.

"Yes, thank you, Lord Basaka."

The coo-cuff bird looked at the otherworldly version of the greenhouse in front of him and nodded slightly.

"This thing...... Is it really possible to make plants grow in winter just like spring without magic? ”

Looking at the strange building in front of him, Bassaca was amazed.

"Absolutely."

The cooing bird bowed slightly, explaining:

"If you want plants to grow in winter, the problem that needs to be solved is just light and heat, as long as there are materials with good light transmission and strong heat preservation, you can build this kind of greenhouse, which is a very common technology in the world over there."

After speaking, the coo-coo bird touched the translucent building materials that had not been used up on the side:

"This kind of spar from the underground world is a good material after polishing."

Hearing this, Basaka glanced at the cooing bird in surprise, and then couldn't help but admire:

"Miss Coo, you know a lot, and of all the Chosen One I have seen, you are the most knowledgeable, and ...... The knowledge of your world is truly amazing. ”

"I just read a little bit more, and it's all very basic science."

The cooing bird shook its head.

……

Dark Mountains.

The whistling autumn wind completely wiped out the little greenery that was left, and the pitch-black mountain was even more dark and silent against the background of withered and withered plants.

In the sky, layers of clouds are constantly converging, slowly moving from the south to the north......

Under the clouds, in the mountains.

The orcs all over the mountains and fields kept moving forward like a swarm of slowly moving locusts amid the sound of loud trumpets.

They were tall and muscular, dressed in slightly rudimentary equipment, and surrounded ten giant beasts that were ten meters tall and resembled hippos, born with fangs and lion's tails.

It was a war beast raised by half-orcs, Beamon, who is said to have a trace of the blood of a titan giant, and each of them has the strength to be at least silver!

And each of the Beamon beasts has fluttering flags on their backs, and different flags are painted with different patterns, some represent the half-orc royal court, and some represent the major half-orc tribes......

The first banner is painted with a bow-shaped symbol, which belongs to Urral, the god of winter and hunting.

Imsh, the Lionheart, and the orc chief high priest sat on the body of one of the tallest Behemoths, and they looked at the mountains in the distance with cold expressions.

"Climb the peaks in front of us, and we'll be able to get out of the Dark Mountains."

The High Priest said.

King Imsh the Lionheart laughed twice:

"I love autumn and winter even more, now ...... I can't wait to hear the elves' screams and begs for mercy. ”

"Don't be careless."

The Chief High Priest's expression was solemn:

"The elves also have the existence of true gods behind them, and they have the support of the god of death, although their strength is weak, but we must also be cautious. This time, be sure to wipe out all the elves in the Forest of Elves with a single blow! ”

"Annihilation? Are there no more prisoners? The price of elven slaves is still very high. ”

Imsh, the Lionheart, was slightly stunned.

"I don't want to stay."

The chief high priest shook his head:

"The evil god who stole the priesthood of nature and life also stole the faith of the elves, if he can't completely destroy those elves, he is likely to completely control the laws of nature and life with the power of faith! And after the destruction of the elves, the new true god will lose the source of faith and will surely fall into a deep sleep! ”

"Can elves be converted?!"

Lionheart was surprised.

"Any race...... When we are on the verge of extinction, it will change. ”

The High Priest sighed.

After saying that, her expression became extremely pious and fanatical:

"His Father has already issued an oracle, this time...... It is necessary to completely wipe out the elven clan in the Forest of Elves and completely cut off the foundation for their reconstruction! ”

"When the war of faith is fully won, the evil god declines, and the throne of the true god falls, the Father can take action himself...... Descend the avatar and slay the evil god! Take back the power that belongs to Him! ”