Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 387 - 370: Betrayal and Change

"Hmph! These elves have the ability to resurrect. Don’t you understand the reason behind it? In this world, who is the great existence that can grant the living the power of resurrection?!"

"It is the great Death God!"

"Regardless of what kind of existence this Life Goddess Eve is that the elves worship, she must be greatly connected to the Death God we revere!"

"This request for aid was designated by the oracle of the Goddess. Although we have been tricked by the elves, the contract is real and blessed by the Goddess!"

"In this situation, breaking the contract would be defying the oracle of the Goddess!"

The old chief looked at Duoruru, who was holding his head in despair, with a voice filled with disappointment.

He panted heavily for a while and then angrily said,

"Besides... Do you want to break it? Have you asked if the elves agree?"

"These elves certainly have their flaws, but their combat power is real. Have you thought about what angering them would bring to the City State under the current circumstances?"

"These are twenty thousand elves who can keep resurrecting! Although we don’t know the cost of their resurrection or how many times they can resurrect, we, with our mere fifty thousand inhabitants in the Underground City, cannot withstand them at all!"

"We are already under attack from the Dark Alliance. Turning against our allies at this critical moment, do you think our City State hasn’t been around long enough?!"

The old chief roared, spitting all over Duoruru’s face, yet the latter didn’t dare to refute.

Seemingly exhausted from speaking, the old chief trembled as he stopped, panting heavily.

Seeing this, Duoruru hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked,

"So... what should we do?"

Looking at his posture, the chief’s disappointment deepened,

"Sigh..."

"Not educating you well is my failure. Making you the next chief was a grave mistake."

"You are far inferior to Brin of Blade City. If you remain this foolish, how can I entrust the City State to you? You utterly lack the qualifications and capability to become the chief..."

"It seems I need to reconsider the choice of successor."

Hearing the chief’s words, Duoruru’s face turned pale, and he lowered his head even further.

The chief sighed deeply and shook his head,

"I have already informed the treasurer that while the promises already made remain, the new elves can only receive one set of equipment."

"This is also the practice of Blade City."

After speaking, he glanced at Duoruru, his voice somewhat dejected,

"You... may leave now."

Upon hearing this, Duoruru bit his lip.

He took a deep breath, gave a slight bow to his chief-grandfather, and turned to leave...

After Duoruru left the chief’s residence, his expression instantly turned grim.

He returned to his home, angrily drew his dagger, and smashed everything he saw, roaring with fury,

"Am I foolish? What is wrong with my ideas? Aren’t I also doing this for the City State?!"

"Suffer losses and just swallow them?! This is the Underworld, this is the Silent Alliance, not the surface!"

"So what if they can resurrect? Even the Divine Favored of Death God can only resurrect a few times, can those elves resurrect unlimitedly? Why should we be afraid of them?! Shut down the Teleportation Array and they won’t be able to come over at all!"

As Duoruru roared, he shattered everything in the house, scaring the servants into hiding far away.

And he, his expression was ferocious, like a frenzied monster.

"Death God’s protection? So what about Death God? Still under siege by the Lord of Darkness?"

"Hmph! They even want to cancel my succession rights! Even compare me to that damned Brin!"

"I knew it! In his heart, there is always only that excellent disciple of his, never me, his grandson!"

"Hmph! Since you want to treat me this way, don’t blame me then..."

It seemed as though he had made some sort of decision as Duoruru gradually calmed down.

However, at this moment, his expression became particularly frightening.

He tossed aside the dagger in his hand, donned his absurd human noble robe, and then left the house alone.

He walked onto the streets of Shanatal City State, took a winding path to the city’s commercial district, and finally arrived at a chaotic gray area, entering an unremarkable tavern.

There were few patrons in the tavern, and upon entering, Duoruru went straight to a corner, finding a figure wearing a pointed hat.

It was a shadowy dwarf mage.

The other seemed unsurprised by Duoruru’s arrival. He smiled slightly and sinisterly asked,

"Duoruru, how have you considered?"

Duoruru squinted his eyes, giving the other a deep look,

"I can participate in your plan, but I have one condition, after the plan succeeds, I must become the joint chief of Shanatal and Blade City!"

Hearing this, the dwarf mage slightly raised his brows, then lightly laughed and said,

"Mr. Duoruru, that is not within the conditions, at most... we support you becoming the chief of Shanatal City State."

Upon hearing this, Duoruru was not surprised. He snorted softly and said,

"Hmph, doesn’t it make no difference to you who becomes chief? Besides... if I become the chief, I will naturally vigorously promote religious conversion in the two City States, allowing the citizens to return to the correct faith as soon as possible..."

"Also, I have an important piece of information I can share with you as a gift, aren’t you curious about the origins of these elven reinforcements?"

...

The defense battle of Shanatal City State had entered a prolonged mode.

As time passed, the frequency of the Dark Alliance’s attacks on the city became increasingly lower, to the point where the Silent Alliance even questioned whether the other side intended to end the war.

However, despite this, the besieging army did not retreat and continued to put enormous pressure on Shanatal.

This also indicated that the other side had not abandoned the war.

Perhaps for some unknown reason, the Dark Alliance temporarily ceased their attacks and instead chose to camp outside the city, maintaining a massive army-besieging situation.

Of course, since most of the besieging troops were Fallen Undead, as long as the commanders had enough magic power, they could theoretically maintain this situation indefinitely.

However, though the Dark Alliance could sustain this, the players could not bear it.

They were there to play games, not to really act as soldiers. Guarding the city day after day without a proper fight and inadequate experience gain became a torment for them.

Many players decisively gave up on continuing to guard the city after a few days, choosing instead to return to the surface or explore other areas of the Underworld in search of a quick level-up.

The number of players participating in the defense on the city walls dwindled gradually but remained relatively stable, a balance brought about by the continuous flow of personnel in and out.

In response, Shanatal City State’s higher-ups expressed some dissatisfaction.

However, considering that the current pressure on the city’s defense was indeed not high and that the agreement promised a prompt return to support once the war was reignited, they decided to tolerate it. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Under such circumstances, the war in the Underworld gradually evolved from a major task into a war scene on the underground map...

Participation in the war was no longer the central theme for players coming to the Silent City State Alliance. Instead, commerce and the exploration of unknown maps took precedence.