Game of the World Tree
chapter-122

▪️MONSTERS! THEY’RE MONSTERS!

The senseless madness of the elves have also aroused the ferocity of the Horde. After the initial shock wore off, the Orcs have also disregarded safety and didn’t hesitate to fight back against the Elves with the same level of intensity.

However like Greystone, the other high ranking Orcs also believed that there’s something abnormal with these crazy Elves.

Otherwise, how could these peace-loving folks be ruthless enough to competely disregard their lives just to kill off an enemy?

They are not humans with impressive fertility after all!

The total population of Caverock Tribe have already exceeded five thousands with almost everyone especially the males being full-time warriors.

If these Elves really want to sacrifice a life for another, then even if they returned to the previous peak of their civilization ages ago, the elvenkind would still have to expend a significant portion of their own population to just to fight off the Orcs.

And these elves in front of them… it’s almost certain that less than a hundred would survive after this battle should they persist with this crazy suicidal tactics of theirs.

However, what made Greystone increasingly surprised was that these elves seemed to be endless…

He lost count how many elves he had already hacked to death.

Anyway… he stopped counting after ten.

The one’s he killed in this battle alone had already exceeded the total number of elves he caught in the past few decades or so.

However, what’s incomprehensible was that even if these elves were killed again and again, their overall numbers did not seem to dwindle much at all.

Looking around, their forces seems to have relatively remained the same which is bizarre.

Not only that but every once in a while, another group of almost naked elves would once again rush out and scream, ready to die alongside the Orcs they latched onto…

It could be said that after fighting for so long, Ninety percent of the Horde have already either died or in such a miserable state due to this incomprehensible tactic.

“Why can’t we kill all these elves?!”

As he looked at the ground completely stained with blood, Greystone suddenly had a strange premonition in his heart that their victory wouldn’t be so certain anymore just like when he initially thought.

What was even more unnerving was that every time these elves died, no matter how mangled their bodies were chopped up, their remains would still disappear into nothingness just moments after their deaths…

For a moment, Greystone even thought that he was hallucinating.

Could it be that these elves were using an illusion magic all this time!?

However, the sensation of his curved blade tearing through an elf’s flesh and splitting their bones apart was so vivid and the blood spraying on his face was so hot that it can’t be anything else but real.

All of this foretold Greystone that his enemies were definitely not illusions.

However if that were to be the case then what exactly are these elves?

Greystone had became increasingly more irritable as he fought on without rest for hours now.

The Orc warriors whom had followed him had all been replaced already just as his teammates who led the charge earlier have all died in the suicidal attacks of the elves.

This made Greystone even more angry.

But at the same time, his heart became increasingly more suspicious.

Because not only the elves would disappear but even the Orcs would age rapidly and turn into dust when killed as well…

Although the way they disappeared was different from the elves, in the end, there were no corpses left on the battlefield except for some dust and bloodstains, only the equipment of the dead Orcs remained intact.

Suddenly, Greystone understood why the High Priest was so cautious…

These elves were definitely strange!

Abnormal!

Absolutely abnormal!

At this time, the voice of the High Priest of tribe came from afar,

“Charge in! Destroy their teleportation array located on the top of the hill! Otherwise, we can’t kill them all!”

Teleportation array…

Greystone suddenly realized why these elves couldn’t be killed at all.

It turned out that they have been teleporting the rest of their kind over here all this time!

But then, Graystone became even more puzzled…

Where did this teleportation array lead to, and how come there so many elves coming out of it?!

Did they somehow managed to gather all the scattered elves across the world just to partake in this battle?!

Why did their bodies disappear, and why did the bodies of their own kind disappear as well?

At this time, he suddenly saw more than a dozen elves rushing out without any equipment yet again…

But when he saw the face of the seemingly leader of this group, Greystone’s pupils expanded so large its as if seeing a ghost right in front of him.

“T-This… this is impossible! !”

He exclaimed in utmost horror.

He recognized him instantly for he was an elf he had once killed before!

Not only that, this guy was very slippery, and it took Greystone some effort just to kill this bastard at that time.

He clearly remembered that this particular enemy was completely cut in half at the waist by his strike, and his hot guts spilled all over the ground before disappearing.

And the reason why Greystone could easily recognize him was not only because he was slippery… but also because this red-headed guy made a taunting face at him when he was being cut to death!

Not only that, this guy also disdainfully flipped him off with his middle finger before he died!

Greystone didn’t know what the gesture meant, but the elf’s ridicule was clearly visible in his dying face.

To mock him even when he was at his last breath, how despicable!

But what horrified Greystone was that once again… he saw this elf who had clearly already died before, alive and well!

He’s now even jumping around without any scarring of the wounds Greystone inflicted onto him before!

Oh great hunter almighty! What… what was going on here?!

Hasn’t this elf just died?

Are they immortal monsters?!

Wait…

If these elves cannot die… then what’s even the point of this battle?!

Looking at the petrified Orc Comannder who gradually showed a hint of fear in his eyes, Demacia smirked triumphantly and flipped him off again.

“Haha, didn’t expect that, did you dumbass? It’s still the same old’ me!”

Then, instead of rushing towards this high ranking Orc, Demacia instead looked up and shouted,

“Ael! requesting backup! There’s a tough nut on the Iron-ranked side here for you to prey on!”

Even in the midst of battle, they still have the gall to fool around?

Seeing this, Graystone nearly forgotten his shock and became angry once more!

“No matter if you are an elf or a monster, or even the devil himself… you will again die by my blade!”

He roared and once again charged towards Demacia.

If once is not enough to kill this bastard…

Then I’ll kill just you again and again!

However, just as his curved blade was about to land a hit, a small figure suddenly flashed by blocking his attack.

Graystone felt a sudden pain in both his wrist as tightness grips his chest firmly.

When he came back to his senses, he was horrified to find that both of his hands had already been severed as his chest was also cleanly stabbed while his blood leaks out and spattered all around him.

Graystone could clearly feel his life flowing away with every seconds that passed by…and it wasn’t until the end that he finally saw his killer.

It was a thin and feelble looking male elf, with silver hair, azure eyes, and a young teenage face filled with determination and coldness.

He just gave Graystone a brief cold glance before disappearing into another battlefield like a grim reaper.

Silver…Silver-class!

In an instant, Graystone understood.

“There are silver-rank swordsmen among these elves who hide their true strength!”

“The elves are still hiding their strength!”

“When did they become so cunning?”

Graystone opened his mouth to shout out this discovery…

—But alas it was already too late.

Seeing his killer lose his combat capabilities, Demacia’s eyes brightened in sadistic mirth as he quickly picked up the curved sword that Graystone owns and dropped before cutting off his head with it in a single strike…

In an instant, Graystone felt his whole world spinning.

Vaguely, he heard an excited shout,

“Haha! Nice! A black iron sword loot! I won!”

After that, Greystone’s vision finally faded into blackness.

This Orc Commander wasn’t the first to fall to these resurrected elves.

Gradually, more and more Orcs have also discovered the fact that these elves couldn’t die at all.

This ridiculous revelation entirely caused panic amongst the Horde as their morale plummets down in a free fall.

“They’re not elves! They’re monsters! They must be immortal monsters!”

“We can’t kill them! We can’t kill them at all!”

“Devils! They must be minions of the devils!”

Emotions are contagious.

As the panic spread around widely, all the formations of the Horde also began to falter one after another.

And Ael, who periodically sought out stronger enemies and killed them, became the final straw that finally turned the tide around into the Elve’s favor.

The Orcish Horde… finally began to falter apart!

“Don’t panic! Don’t retreat! Listen to me idiots! DON’T PANIC AND RETREAT!! “

Seeing the Orcs retreating in fear, Jushan quickly shouted in succession to remedy the situation.

Alas… it had no effect at all.

Defeat is like a mountain collapsing; nothing can stop it once it all began rolling.

Under the influence of their fear of the unknown, the Orcs discarded their armor and weapons then began ignoring commands as they flee the battlefield in droves.

And seeing the enemies in disarray, the players became more excited.

They shouted, “Uraah!” “Charge!” “Get the head!” and began to chase after the fleeing Orcs like a pack of rabid hyenas.

In the process of pursuit, the Caverock tribesmen further sacrificed more than a dozen dead bodies before retreating from the hilltop…

And seeing the Orcs retreat inside their base, the players also stopped chasing.

The enemies side still had the numerical advantage on their side and it would be pointless to continue pursuit and going inside the proverbial lion’s den.

The hilltop was already dyed dark red with fresh blood.

This charge alone cost more than two hundred beastmen their lives!

The players also suffered some heavy casualties particularly they were still at a loss in terms of contribution points expenditures.

Even with the resurrection advantage and Ael’s assistance, they still had to sacrifice three lives just to kill one enemy which cost alot of CP.

However, this didn’t extinguish the players enthusiasm at all.

Because in addition to the beastmen who were killed, there was still piles of equipment littered on the ground…

Courtesy of the fallen Orcs.

You could say that this battle was worth it in the end considering the contribution value of the equipments when sold.

They stopped and joyfully began to pick up loot, like a swarm of hungry locusts on a rice field.

Jushan, the high priest whom had witnessed everything, fell deathly silent at the sight.

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