Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

This was the High Priest of the Golden Tent Tribe.

As the spiritual leader of the Golden Tent Tribe, this was his routine task.

Ever since those detestable elves had started attacking the Half-Beast Tribes on the Death Desert, he had made time every day to personally inspect.

Although the Golden Tent Tribe was a large tribe with over ten thousand members, the High Priest felt he still needed to stay vigilant, lest those cunning elves, much like humans, find a loophole.

Especially... after they issued a war declaration.

In the eyes of the High Priest, those elves were simply lunatics.

After issuing the war declaration, those lunatics began crazily attacking tribes everywhere, making the already anxious Death Desert even more chaotic.

Things had been quieter these past two days.

Those evil elves seemed to have vanished overnight, and there had been no news of tribes being attacked for two consecutive days.

However, the quieter it was, the more uneasy the High Priest of the Golden Tent Tribe became.

Thinking of the elves' war declaration, he couldn't help but entertain a thought in his mind:

"Those elves... could they really be planning to attack the Death Desert?"

He also got the content of the war declaration from the Silver Tent Tribe.

Not to mention the possible personal arrival of the Evil God Eve.

Honestly, he didn't believe at all in the hundred-thousand-strong army.

In his view, these elves were cunning like humans and allegedly caused trouble in the Underworld.

Their words were probably like those humans who loved to exaggerate, blowing ten thousand into thirty thousand, thirty thousand into a hundred thousand.

As for a hundred thousand?

That was too exaggerated...

Elves never had a large population, so how could they gather so many people in such a short time?

Even if they exaggerated, wouldn't they fear being laughed at...

Of course, he also heard about some Underworld war news.

It was said that the elves dispatched a twenty-thousand-strong army in that war.

The High Priest thought that should be the true strength of the elves.

But even twenty thousand was not something the Golden Tent Tribe could resist.

However, the Golden Tent Tribe wasn't the Silver Tent Tribe.

Though also near the Dark Mountain Range, the Golden Tent Tribe was closer to several other large tribes, and if the elves did come, military support wouldn't be hard to get.

Not to mention, even if the elves did come, they would definitely attack the Silver Tent Tribe first, giving the Golden Tent Tribe plenty of time to call for reinforcements and prepare defenses.

If things progressed smoothly, they could even unite with other tribes to support the Silver Tent Tribe and gain some favor in the process.

Heh heh, the Silver Tent Tribe, so close to the Dark Mountain Range, had profited well from hunting elves.

The High Priest thought to himself.

After inspecting the fort walls, he intended to return to his tent for today's prayers.

However, just as he was about to leave, a Half-Beast soldier in the fort tower suddenly cried out:

"What is that?!"

Hmm?

The High Priest halted his steps.

He turned his head towards the tower, following the soldier's gaze beyond the fort walls...

That was the north.

Without climbing the tower, the High Priest could not see clearly, but he noticed that a cloud of dust seemed to rise on the distant horizon.

Hmm?

The High Priest's heart skipped a beat.

Vaguely, he suddenly had a foreboding feeling.

And the next second, he heard another cry from the Half-Beast on the tower:

"Elves! So many elves!"

Elves...?

Elves!

The High Priest's expression turned serious as he quickly turned and ascended the tower.

Pushing past the soldiers, he picked up the telescope he had bought from Sorren Commerce and looked north.

The dust on the horizon rose like a sandstorm, stretching from east to west in a long line.

And within the dust, tiny figures appeared, barely visible.

They were densely packed, indistinct, but the demon beasts beneath them almost declared their identity...

Only elves moved in such a manner.

"Elves actually came to attack us?"

The High Priest was somewhat astonished.

He was not surprised that the elves would launch a massive assault on the Death Desert, but rather that they bypassed the nearby Silver Tent Tribe to attack their tribe, which was close to other big tribes.

The elves moved quickly.

Vaguely, the High Priest felt the earth tremble.

And the dust rising drew nearer and nearer.

"Ring the bell, notify the entire tribe to prepare for war!"

The High Priest turned and ordered.

With his command, the entire Golden Tent Tribe became lively immediately.

The High Priest continued standing on the fort tower, gazing into the distance.

His expression, once again, became calm.

The geographical position of the Golden Tent Tribe was too advantageous.

He wanted to see the number of elves to decide whether or not to call for reinforcements.

If there weren't many, their tribe could handle it on its own.

However, when the elves drew closer, his expression soon changed from calm to surprised, then from surprised to grave.

"This number... definitely exceeds ten thousand... twenty thousand, or thirty thousand? Have they mobilized their entire army? Bypassed other paths to attack us?"

Gazing at the vast Elf Army, the High Priest's face gradually turned grim.

This number was beyond what their tribe could resist.

However, although the High Priest looked grim, he remained calm.

Because the Golden Tent Tribe could still call for help.

"Quick, go to the Silver Tent Tribe, the Black Light Tribe, and the Mountain Sound Tribe for reinforcements!"

He instructed the soldiers.

These tribes were all nearby large tribes with populations over ten thousand.

The soldiers followed orders and swiftly left.

The High Priest continued standing on the fort, watching the elves' formation.

The more he observed, the more frightened he became.

Because he noticed that these elves were well-equipped and powerful.

"Luckily... luckily my Golden Tent Tribe is well-positioned, and you're unlucky to have come straight to attack us first..."

He consoled himself.

But, at that moment, the soldiers he had just sent for reinforcements unexpectedly returned.

The soldiers' expressions were filled with terror and a hint of bewilderment and confusion.

Seeing the out-of-breath soldiers, seemingly greatly frightened and ashen-faced, the High Priest frowned:

"Didn't I tell you to request reinforcements?"

Upon hearing his words, the soldier responded in panic:

"High Priest Sir, the messengers... messengers from other tribes have arrived..."

"Hmm? Messengers actually came?"

The Half-Beast High Priest was slightly stunned.

However, the next sentence from the soldier left him speechless:

"They... they came... to request reinforcements... their tribes were also attacked by the elves..."

"Request reinforcements? Attacked by elves?!"

The High Priest was shocked.

What was going on?

Weren't the elves specifically attacking their tribe?

Were they attacking several tribes at once?

Wait... if they all need reinforcements, how many elves were attacking them?

A mixture of absurdity and unease rapidly filled the High Priest's thoughts.

And in the next second, he saw three Half-Beasts covered in blood, led by a soldier, arriving before him, collapsing in front of him as soon as they saw him...

Their faces were pale, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and despair.

"Speak! What exactly happened?"

The High Priest grabbed one of them, almost shouting.

When he found out what had happened, his expression became extraordinarily dramatic:

"What did you say?"

"The Silver Tent, Black Light, and Mountain Sound Tribes were simultaneously besieged by the Elf Army, with at least twenty to thirty thousand elves?!"

The High Priest instinctively stepped back a few steps, feeling unsteady.

At this moment, only one crazy voice roared continuously in his mind:

One hundred thousand troops!

The elves actually had a hundred thousand troops!

They divided into four paths and directly attacked the four major Half-Beast tribes nearest to the Dark Mountain Range!

These strange long-eared creatures, as cunning as humans, for once, spoke the truth!

"Trouble..."

The High Priest murmured.

Outside the fort, the faint shouts of the elves could already be heard in the distance.

The army was at the gate.