Game of the World Tree-Chapter 354

Since the other party is willingly providing them with equipment, the players naturally are more inclined to participate in battle without using their own personal gear!

After all, binding equipment requires contribution points, and the numerous previous war campaigns have well proven that these kinds of battles are the kind of quests that can easily lower the durability of their equipment the most.

As such, most players are naturally happy to forgo their own hard-earned personal equipment that they’ve gotten after much difficulty in favor of being able to use dwarven equipment that’s provided to them free of charge.

Moreover, some individuals are even contemplating the idea of not using their primary weapons and just using the ones they’ll be provided. However, they ultimately abandoned this notion as it would proved to be too detrimental, given the significant effects of weapons purchased in the exchange store and the unfamiliarity of using an entirely new weapon.

Of course, not everyone shared the same idea, and quite a few people still opted in using their own personal gear.

However, most of these players are fully armed tanks, equipped with gear that boasts ridiculously high durability or special properties like [Toughness], and thus, are not entirely afraid of incurring wear and tear during these huge battles.

Nevertheless, Chief Brein naturally didn’t know anything about these things, and at that moment, he just felt really disappointed by the reinforcements that they had been given.

However, since things have ended up as they are, he surmised that nothing can be changed about it anymore, and sulking about it wouldn’t accomplish anything.

At the very least…they’ve gotten some sort of reinforcements.

Moreover, since the Goddess of Death’s oracle involves to these elves, then perhaps Her Majesty surely…must have some sort of hidden considerations that he’s not aware of…

Brein sighed, comforting himself with various reasons, while instructing some of his subordinates to begin distributing the equipment they had long been prepared for the reinforcements.

This is the promise made by their Patron Deity, so naturally, they won’t break it.

Looking over at the teleportation array, the number of elves that was sent over isn’t that many, yet they still continue to arrive without interruption.

However, based upon Brein’s estimates, most likely there wouldn’t be too many elves that are going to participate, and the eight thousand equipment sets that they have prepared are more than enough to supply the anticipated needs.

What surprises him a bit, though, is that there are quite a few females among these participating elves, and many of them are warriors even.

One thing that concerns him also is that the proportion of elven spellcasters seems to be even higher, accounting for almost one-third of the crowd.

This left him feeling a bit awkward because most of the equipment they prepared is geared towards melee-based warriors rather than spellcasters…

However, these elves didn’t seem to mind much, seemingly content as long as they were adequately provided with equipment.

He subtly asked one of the elven mages, who told him that they don’t care about the type of equipment because they don’t lack it themselves.

In addition, they plan to treat the equipment they received as compensation and sell it after the war.

Upon hearing this, Brein finally felt that these elves were a bit like the elves he had known.

It’s really silly…they are already thinking of what to do with the equipment afterwards when they don’t even know whether they can survive the war in the first place…

He shook his head slightly.

Just as his subordinates were distributing equipment to the elves, suddenly… a deep roar echoed from outside the city.

The echoing roar, resembling that of a water buffalo, held a bloodthirsty excitement that reverberated for quite a while.

This was the roar of an underground monster, and this particular kind of monster is commonly used as a mount here in the underground. Additionally, because of their incredibly loud roar, the armies of various city-states often also use them as signals.

And in the army of the Dark Alliance, this particular shouts serve as commands, one of which Brein is completely familiar with.

—The enemy is preparing to attack once again.

Just as the initial roar subsided, another burst of roars came from afar not long after, just as the ground of the entire Blade City began to shake…

The enemy was finally on the move.

The recent enemy signal echoed throughout Blade City, sending tremors through the ground. In response, the residents paled, and amidst the chaos, the dwarves and gnomes around the teleportation array scattered in panic, seeking cover one by one.

“It’s the Dark Alliance’s signal to attack. They’re going to launch a new round of assault on our city!”

Brein’s expression turned grave.

At the same time, he also noticed the surrounding elves suddenly collectively shudder in unison, as almost all of them stopped what they were doing at the same moment before instantly turning their gaze toward the direction outside the city.

Unlike the visibly tense soldiers of the Hermetic Alliance, the elves underwent a noticeable transformation. Their previously laid back demeanor shifted, as their eyes shimmered with newfound intensity, whilst each of their expressions alight with excitement.

“Haha! Is the battle about to start?”

“Guys, get your weapons ready! This time we’ll be doing the same thing as we did before!”

“Quick, notify those who haven’t logged in yet! Tell them to hurry up! We still don’t have enough people at the moment!”

“All First Legion members, gathered up and form your teams!”

“Autobots Guild members ready your team!”

“Moe Moe’s legion is welcoming any non affiliated players! solo players, you can temporarily join us for this campaign! We have lots of female druids that can heal you!”

“Dammit, you big shots! don’t just focus on forming teams! Guys, get on the battlefield GC channel first! The field Commander is calling us to get on the battlefield GC to coordinate our commands!”

“They’re here, they’re here!”

Whilst speaking words Brein couldn’t understand, the elves quickly sprung into action, creating a huge commotion in front of the Church of Death.

At the same time, in the midst of the chaos, Brein observed a subtle coordination underlying the elves’ actions…

These scattered elves seemed to be adjusting something, and after a moment of chaos, they suddenly became disciplined, even though no one was commanding them at all, as if they all received some kind of unified order, as they all began to form their own respective teams.

Although it was still not very professional, surprisingly, they managed to form some semblance of order within their ranks…

Not only that, but Brein also noticed that each of these elves displayed high morale across their faces.

Many of them were excitedly shouting, as if they were about to embark not on a battle where death was imminent, but rather, on a bloodthirsty festival instead…

Witnessing the sudden change within these elves, Brein felt somewhat taken aback.

Looking at them behaving like this…

Are these really the elves that he knew who hates war and love peace?

In the meantime, as he was observing them silently, four elves, whose obviously better equipped than those around them, approached where he stood.

It consist of three men and one woman.

Their strength stood out prominently among the other elves, and each of them are upper Iron-ranked experts.

Except for that one warrior who seemed to have just recently broken through, the remaining individuals had powerful auras, clearly at the peak of Iron-rank.

Of course, their strength was still not enough in the eyes of Brein, who was an intermediate Silver-ranked expert, but in war, an individuals strength is sometimes really not that important.

Especially in siege battles here in the underground.

Under the leadership of a druid, the four of elves advanced towards Brein. Their initial greeting came in the form of a respectful salute, followed by words delivered with seriousness.

“Greetings, I’m Li Mu, the field commander of the Elven Legion that came as reinforcements. How do you need us to proceed in this war?”

Elven Legion?

Brein was momentarily stunned as his expression morphed into one of seriousness.

He suddenly felt that maybe he had underestimated these elves…

“How many of you are going to participate in this war exactly?”

He first asked the question he was very curious about.

The elf who introduced himself as Li Mu grinned while his eyes flickered to the upper right corner, then smiled enigmatically.

“Currently, we have 1643 people who have been successfully teleported here, but… this is just our vanguard forces. I assure you, there are many, many more that will come later on. I can’t give you an accurate number, but I think we have enough people for this war.”

Li Mu’s answer didn’t satisfy Brein very much, but seeing him and the elves behind him, who were brimming with excitement, the chief of Blade City thought for a moment and said:

“This time, we’re fighting a defensive battle, which is centered around the city’s outer perimeter walls. I hope you can cooperate with our warriors to resist the enemy’s attacks and defend the city walls.”

After hearing his words, Li Mu nodded in response.

“I understand. In addition, considering that more of our people will join the battle later on, I hope your side will ensure logistics in a timely manner. We… may need a large amount of equipment for them.”

Brein waved his hand nonchalantly.

“Don’t worry, I assure you the one thing we’re not lacking here in Blade City is equipment!”

Li Mu smiled.

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

Following his words, Li Mu saluted Brein once more before gesturing with a wave of his hand. Then, he took the lead, guiding the rest of excited elves toward the city walls like a rushing torrent.

— 354 —

【 ELVEN LEGION 】

— —

New n𝙤vel chapters are published on fre(e)webnov(l).com