Game of the World Tree

Chapter 419

“Truly perfect restorations.”

The golden-haired elf murmured with a hint of admiration.

His eyes shifted again, landing upon the elves bustling about within the vicinity in their traditional elven attire.

Their faces brimming with life and joy.

Seeing the elves around him, a trace of wistfulness flashed through the eyes of the blond elf.

As the traveler silently observed the crowd around him, he then noticed a group of elves, hurrying along whilst donning various ornate armors and robes.

Compared to the former group whose demeanor were more conservative and subdued, these peculiar group of well-equipped elves seemed more lively and uninhibited.

Not only that, but the golden-haired elf could also feel a subtle, almost hidden pressure emanating from them.

It was the kind of aura that only came from beings who had experienced countless battles—a killing intent often found in adventurers who danced on the edge of death.

The golden-haired elf slightly raised an eyebrow, intrigued by these peculiarities.

These elves had likely seen their share of bloodshed.

Yet, unlike the typical ruthless, arrogant adventurers he had encountered in the past, these elves radiated a completely different kind of energy.

It was bright, full of life and vigor kind of aura.

Moreover, they seemed quite amiable as well, even deferential toward the traditionally robed elves, to the point of being almost ingratiating.

These elves walked briskly through the city, with many of them carrying bulging bags upon their backs, while some even riding large magical beasts.

One thing to note too was that the types of creatures they rode were quite varied—some were familiar to him, like forest bears and wind wolves, while others were more rare and majestic, like unicorns.

To his surprise, he even spotted a crypt spider, a creature normally found only deep underground.

Their auras also ranged across a wide spectrum, with the more powerful elves’ donning more gorgeous equipment.

Similarly, the magical beasts beneath them also grew increasingly majestic.

And naturally, the more killing intent they exude too.

“Interesting…”

The golden-haired elf smiled faintly.

“So these are the so-called ‘Chosen Ones’—the immortal beings created by the Goddess of Life, whose quite similar to the heroic spirits of Hela? The ones who fought in the underground wars?”

The blond traveler continued his stroll, weaving through the crowd until he finally arrived at the vicinity of the Temple of Life.

Standing outside for a moment, he nodded slightly.

“I see that it’s been remodeled from the temple of Yggdrasill. But… it seems to incorporate other architectural styles as well. Sharp angles and domes… I don’t think I’ve seen this particular style before…Although it somehow reminds me of the structures of the Eternal Church, but this looks even more solemn, more dignified.”

“And these reliefs… they don’t quite follow the traditional elven design, but they’re not styled like what the humans use either. Still, they’re more realistic—a new artistic style altogether…”

“The one who renovated this temple must been a true master architect.”

The golden-haired elf remarked, slightly impressed.

With that, he gave a light tap on the ground and stepped into the temple.

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the interior was much quieter. The inner temple was vast, its decorations solemn and imposing, with murals adorning the walls, praising the Goddess of Life.

Inside, many elves knelt in prayer, facing forward with deep reverence etched upon their faces.

In front of them stood a life-sized statue which depicts the goddess of life.

The golden-haired elf’s gaze lingered on the praying elves for a moment before shifting his eyes towards the object they were worshipping.

Before him stood a statue that transcended mere artistry, embodying the very essence of life and creation.

The statue depicted a divine and beautiful goddess, crowned with a supreme diadem that sparkled with a myriad of gemstones, each representing an element of nature under her dominion.

Her serene expression radiated wisdom and compassion, instilling a sense of peace in all who gazed upon her.

She wore a luxurious gown adorned with intricate floral patterns, and in her hand, she held a delicate scepter.

As the golden-haired elf looked upon the statue’s flawless, smiling face, a hint of emotion flashed across his eyes.

“So alike…”

“They look so very alike…”

He murmured softly, sighing before turning around to leave.

With just a single step, it felt as though he had crossed countless miles.

In the next moment, the golden-haired elf found himself on the southwestern outskirts of Florence City.

There, a road stretched far into the distance, seemingly leading deeper into the Elven Forest.

Many of the Chosen Ones could often be seen traversing this path.

Without stopping, the elf continued his journey southwest, walking until he crossed a series of rolling hills.

Only then did he finally halt.

Standing atop the final hill, the golden-haired elf gazed southwest. In the distance stood a towering, ancient tree, dwarfing everything around it.

Yet the tree’s branches were bare with its leaves fallen.

Its once-vibrant form now clearly withered and decayed—as if it had long been dead to the world.

This was the World Tree.

Even after a millennia had passed, it remained a legendary existence within the world of Seigües.

“The World Tree…”

The blond elf whispered, his eyes filled with a trace of melancholy.

At that moment, his eyes caught sight of a fully armed group, likely Chosen Ones, approaching from the other side of the Elven Forest, heading towards the World Tree.

Each one of them was mounted onto a magical beast, and their mounts were laden with heavy, bulging bags.

Faintly, a whiff of blood could be detected from the bags they carried.

“Are they returning after hunting magical beasts? It seems the elves nowadays have truly changed,” the golden-haired elf mused aloud.

“—It was inevitable. Only through change can elvenkind carve out a new future,” a clear, melodious female voice suddenly interjected from behind him.

His eyes flickered slightly.

The golden-haired elf let out a deep sigh, as a faint smile reappeared upon his face.

Nodding gently, he said, “Indeed…the mana across Seigües is starting to recover, and various seals across the land are weakening. Ancient beings are awakening one after another, and this realm is about to descend into unprecedented chaos…”

“If one don’t seize this small window of opportunity to grow stronger, then mayhaps even the gods themselves might fall in the coming storm.”

After speaking, the golden-haired elf turned around to face the figure behind him.

It was a beautiful elf with silver hair and blue eyes, though a subtle hint of violet shimmered within her icy blue gaze.

She stood there, blending seamlessly with the land around her, radiating a warmth that naturally drew people in.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile graced across her lips.

The figure was Evé, who had slightly altered the color of her eyes.

Seeing her, a trace of awe flickered within the golden-haired elf’s eyes.

He then raised his eyebrows slightly.

With a gentle smile, the golden-haired elf placed his right hand over his chest, nodding respectfully to the radiant elven maiden in front of him.

“Your Grace, Goddess of Life, Evé. You are far more beautiful in person than the statue enshrined in your temple.”

His voice was filled with warmth and kindness as he praised her.

Eve’s lips twitched slightly.

She smiled softly and replied, “Thank you for your praise…”

Then, her gaze shifted slightly.

“Platinum Dragon King—Your Majesty Reinhardt.”

Upon hearing this title, the golden-haired elf’s smile froze for a moment.

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【 THANK YOU FOR YOUR PRAISE YOUR MAJESTYREINHARDT 】

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