Game of the World Tree

Chapter 74 - We are immortal

Allies? Al looked at the four burly, ugly half-orcs and felt a little confused.

Soon, another half-orc in sheep's clothing approached them. He inspected the creature's body before nodding.

"Well done! Now, assist me in bleeding it out!"

The blood of creatures with magical power was highly potent and active. Even if several hours had passed after its death, the unicorn deer's blood would not coagulate as long as it was handled properly.

Several half-orcs slit the wind deer's neck, and sticky blood was slowly released.

The half-orc in sheep's clothing took out a weird bone pen, dipped it in the deer's blood, and began to paint with it on the ground… Al looked at his movements, and then an expression of surprise appeared on his face.

"Huh? A sacrificial circle? That half-orc …he wants to communicate with a God?"

"You recognize that?"

Demacia glanced at him in surprise.

He was surprised that a small child like him could recognize a magic sacrificial circle.

Al nodded as nostalgia flooded him.

"Well, I used to study with Grandpa more than 20 years ago…"

Twenty… Twenty years ago… Demacia almost choked.

"Cough cough cough…" He couldn't help but cough, and he started coughing up blood again. Al quickly turned to him, worried.

"Big brother Demacia…are, are you okay?"

Big brother… Big brother… "Cough cough cough…" Demacia coughed even harder.

He laughed dryly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave Al an odd look. He then shook his head.

"I'm fine."

Demacia hesitated for a moment and then asked cautiously:

"Child ...or elder ..…... Hey, Al, how old are you this year?"

Al scratched his head and said shyly:

"If I remember correctly, I just became 80 this spring…"

Demacia: "..."

Demacia then started to calculate his grandfather's age.

Oh no, Al was at his grandfather's age…Seeing him fall silent, Al quickly explained:

"Big brother Demacia! Don't look at me as a mere 80-year-old child …I…I know a lot already! I…I am not a kid anymore…"

Demacia: "..."

After a while, he sighed and said:

"Yes…you indeed are not a kid anymore."

Demacia muttered: "I am the kid…"

By the heavens, he just celebrated his 18th birthday last month!

Fortunately, this was just a game…Al continued to watch the sheepskin half-orc's actions.

A large spell formation soon appeared on the ground.

And then, the sheepskin half-orc kneeled before the formation and started chanting an incantation with rising intonation.

As he sung, an etherael glow gradually covered the blood red magic circle, and a wave of magical power was converging…

"He is going to succeed…" Al couldn't help but say.

Although he didn't know what the half-orcs were up to, whatever these evil beings did could not be good!

"Don't worry, he won't."

Besides him, Demacia laughed in between coughs.

"Something was added to the blood."

He gloated.

Al did not understand what Demacia had just said and gave him a strange look.

But soon, he understood.

When the fluctuations reached their peak, the blood seemed to suddenly have been affected by some strange phenomenon. It began to sizzle.

Soon, the light of the spell formation began to flicker wildly.

The face of the half-orc in sheep's clothing contorted in surprise and horror.

"The …the magic is boiling? Not good! There is a problem with this blood!"

Before he could say anything else, the magic circle suddenly exploded, creating a red brilliance.

"Priest!"

Blackstone's face turned solemn and he hurried forward.

The four half-orcs who had assisted in bleeding out the deer also followed.

But by the time the smoke cleared, the half-orc priest, who had been very close to the magic circle, was already dying from being hit by both the magical backlash and the explosion.

Blackstone's face turned ugly.

At that moment, three of the four half-orcs suddenly drew their weapons and charged towards Blackstone at the same time!

As they ran, the three attackers were enveloped in a faint glow and they suddenly transformed into elves. "Elves?!"

Al stared blankly as all this happened in the mere span of a few seconds.

"Yes, they are my companions. They are here to save us."

Demacia smiled.

"To save…save us…" Shocked, Al blankly looked at the elves.

The half-orcs too were stunned by this unexpected development.

"Elves?"

Blackstone's astonishment quickly turned into fury.

His eyes burned with anger.

With just one kick, he sent the three attackers flying across the cave.

The elven attackers hit the wall directly. They spit out a mouthful of blood and then softly dropped to the ground.

"Humph!" Blackstone let out a cold snort of disdain.

But soon, his expression changed.

"Oh no!"

He quickly turned his head in a hurry, but he was too late. He just saw how a half-orc stabbed his dagger into the chest of the dying half-orc priest lying on the ground.

The half-orc priest's mouth was slightly ajar. His eyes showed a hint of fear and bewilderment, as if he couldn't process what had just happened.

He twitched a few times before craning his neck and drawing his last breath ever.

At the same time, the half-orc who had stabbed him to death changed into an elf.

He had gray-black hair and an indifferent expression. It was Box Lunch.

"Bastard!"

Blackstone's eyes completely turned red.

Half-orcs had no wizards…Every priest was a precious spellcaster for the half-orc race! Not only that, but they were also responsible for communicating with Father God and acted as healers and supports in tribes.

He had let a priest die. Even if Blackstone completed his task now, he would still get punished! He was livid.

He roared, drew his scimitar, and slashed at Box Lunch.

Box Lunch's face remained stony as he ducked for cover.

He twisted his body like an athletic bobcat. Blackstone's scimitar struck the ground where he'd been only a split second ago, splitting it and creating a three-metre-deep gully.

"Catch this f$cking bastard!"

Blackstone gritted his teeth.

The remaining half-orcs roared and rushed towards Box Lunch at the same time.

Box Lunch took a deep breath and used the skills [Air Step] and [Flying Leap] to dodge the attacks left and right.

"You must run away …Run away…" Al gripped the prison bars with distress and anxiety as he watched on.

However, just as Box Lunch was about to successfully escape, a stout hand managed to grab his shoulder.

"Caught you."

Blackstone sneered. He put force into his hand.

Box Lunch's shoulder was shattered in an instant, and blood splattered everywhere.

However, his expression remained indifferent, as if the pain did not register in his mind at all.

There was a fierce look in Blackstone's eyes and he growled: "Die!"

His hand grabbed Box Lunch's head.

As Al watched on in horror, Box Lunch was twisted and crushed …His body twitched a few times before he fell to the ground slowly.

"Ah…" Al covered his mouth and his eyes turned wet.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed his shoulder.

He turned his head while sobbing and saw Demacia's pale face.

However, big brother Demacia was neither angry nor sad, but instead smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, they are not dead."

Not… not dead? Al, stunned, turned to take another look at the fallen elves.

He was surprised to discover that the elven corpses gradually faded and then disappeared!

"Heh heh, we chosen ones are the favoured followers of the Goddess and we are immortal existences!"

Next to him, Demacia's voice sounded with great pride and confidence.

At the same time, he could vaguely make out faint shouts that were lusting for murder from outside the cave.

"Can you hear that? our main forces are arriving."

Demacia said smugly.