Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

The golden-haired elf walked through the city, a faint smile playing on his lips, like a traveler enjoying his journey.

His eyes swept over the buildings of Feilengcui, one after another, undergoing renovation.

These buildings were tall and beautiful, surrounded by flowers and vines, exuding a vibrant sense of life.

"Truly perfect renovations."

The golden-haired elf remarked softly.

His gaze shifted again, looking at the bustling elves clad in traditional robes...

Their faces were filled with happiness and vitality.

A trace of wistfulness flitted across the golden-haired elf's eyes.

Then, his gaze passed over those who were hurrying along, bouncing around in various luxurious armors and robes.

Compared to the conservative, gentle, and calm earlier group, these well-equipped elves seemed more lively and uninhibited.

Moreover, the golden-haired elf sensed a faint pressure from them.

It was the killing intent that only grows on living beings after experiencing countless battles, often seen in adventurers who frequently flirt with death's edge.

The golden-haired elf raised his eyebrows slightly.

These elves must have seen quite a bit of blood.

However, unlike the battle-hardened adventurers he had seen before, who tended to be rebellious and fierce, these elves exuded an aura of sunshine that was entirely different from their killing intent, full of life and energy.

Moreover, they conversed and joked with the elves in robes, to the point of being... almost ingratiatingly friendly.

These elves moved swiftly through the city, many carrying bulging packages on their backs, some even riding large magical beasts.

The variety of magical beasts they rode was diverse.

There were common beasts from the Elf Forest like mountain bears and wind wolves, as well as the rare and noble unicorn, and even... to the golden-haired elf's surprise, Earth Cave Spiders that only existed in the Underworld.

Their auras were uneven, but the stronger the aura of an elf, the more magnificent their equipment, and the more imposing their magical beast.

Of course, the more killing intent they carried.

"Are these the rumored Chosen Ones created by Hela and the Life Goddess, similar to the heroic spirits, who participated in the underground war?"

"Interesting..."

The golden-haired elf smiled faintly.

As he strolled along, weaving through the crowd, he soon found himself in front of the Life Temple.

Pausing outside the temple, he nodded slightly:

"It was remodeled from the Yggdrasil temple, but... it seems to incorporate some other styles. The pointed arch and dome... I've never seen this architectural style before. It's somewhat similar to the Eternal Church, yet, it looks more solemn and majestic."

"These reliefs... they don't look like the elves' style, yet they differ from the humans', appearing more realistic, a whole new genre..."

"Whoever remodeled this temple was likely a true master architect..."

The golden-haired elf remarked with slight admiration.

He finished speaking and gently pushed open the door, entering the temple.

Compared to the noise outside, the temple was much quieter.

The temple was large, the interior decor solemn and majestic, with murals on the walls praising the Life Goddess.

In the temple, many elves knelt on the ground, fervently praying toward the front of the temple.

There stood a life-sized statue of the goddess.

The golden-haired elf's gaze lingered on the praying elves for a moment, then swiftly moved to the statue.

It was a holy and beautiful statue of the goddess, wearing the supreme crown symbolizing the authority of life and nature, adorned in a luxurious long dress with intricate patterns, holding a delicate staff in her hands.

The golden-haired elf looked at the goddess statue's perfectly smiling face, a hint of emotion rising in his eyes:

"Alike..."

"Truly alike..."

He sighed softly, then turned to leave.

He took a step, yet it felt like he had crossed countless steps.

In the next instant, the golden-haired elf appeared in the southwest outskirts of Feilengcui.

A road stretched out here, seemingly leading deeper into the Elf Forest.

The Chosen Ones were often seen traversing this road.

The golden-haired elf did not linger, continuing southwest.

He only paused after crossing a series of rolling hills.

Standing on the last hill, the golden-haired elf gazed southwest.

There, rising skyward, stood an enormous ancient tree.

Everything around it seemed so insignificant in comparison.

However, the giant tree's branches and leaves were withered, dried, and withering, long dead.

This was the World Tree.

Even after a millennium, it remained a legendary presence in the Segis World.

"The World Tree..."

The golden-haired elf's eyes showed a trace of wistfulness.

Just then, he noticed an armed group seemingly akin to the Chosen Ones in his vision.

They approached from the other side of the Elf Forest, heading toward the World Tree, each riding a magical beast with bulging packages on their beasts' backs, from which a faint blood scent could be detected.

"Have they returned from hunting demon beasts? It seems the Elf Clan has indeed changed."

The golden-haired elf remarked.

"It's inevitable. Only by changing can the Elf Clan have a new future."

A crisp female voice suddenly sounded behind him as he finished speaking.

His eyes flickered slightly.

Heaving a deep sigh, the golden-haired elf's face resumed a faint smile, he nodded gently and said,

"Indeed. The magic power of the Segis World has begun to recover, with seals loosening across the land, ancient beings awakening one after another, and this world will fall into unprecedented chaos..."

"If one cannot seize the opportunity to strengthen oneself, even a Divine might perish in this turmoil."

Having said that, the golden-haired elf turned to look at the figure behind him.

It was a beautiful elf with silver hair and blue eyes, her icy blue eyes tinged with a hint of purple.

She stood there, seemingly merging with the world, exuding a charm that inspired goodwill, her face carrying a faint smile.

It was Eve, who had subtly adjusted her eye color.

Seeing her, a hint of awe sparkled in the golden-haired elf's eyes.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

The golden-haired elf smiled gently, then placed his right hand over his chest and nodded in respect to the holy and beautiful elf girl, warmly and kindly praising,

"Life Goddess Eve, you are even more beautiful than the goddess statue in the temple."

Eve's lips twitched slightly.

She smiled lightly and said,

"Thank you for your praise."

After she spoke, her gaze shifted slightly:

"Platinum Dragon King—Reinhardt."

Upon hearing this title, the golden-haired elf's smile froze slightly.