Wild elves are the "mountain remnants" of the elven race, and they refer to those tribal elves outside the rule of the Elf King's Court.
Like humans, elves have also gone through stages of development from barbarism to civilization, from tribes and clans to city-state alliances. Some elves’ tribes and clans have been retained either because of wars, or because of adhering to traditions, or because of beliefs, or because of various struggles.
Following a tradition that has not changed for tens of thousands of years, they live in wild and primitive lands outside the civilized world. They continue to this day and have become so-called wild elves.
Wild Elf means "barbarian", which is a discriminatory slur. But ironically, up to now, the once prosperous Elf Royal Court has become like a thin mountain, and the entire Elf civilization has retreated to the Elf Island.
, the entire elven pantheon was excluded from the Twilight Conference, and was dominated by its former vassal, the human pantheon.
The human papacy took advantage of the powerful church organizations and population base to reduce the elves to a minority race. Their land, territories, homes and spheres of influence were gradually eroded. In the end, only the elves island was left, and they degenerated into fishermen of the sea tribe.
To follow in the footsteps of the winged and orc civilizations.
On the contrary, wild elves are widely distributed throughout the main material plane. They are born and raised, and they have been fighting against the dangerous environment, human adventurers, and slave-catching teams since they were born. They have been experiencing severe survival tests, and their numbers have not decreased but increased.
, has become the hope of the elves, and the elves have turned around and "kneel and lick", competing with indigenous demigods, false gods and even great spirits such as the fairy forest goddess Asius for the people who were originally abandoned by them.
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Fortunately, the elves did not come. The wild elves can still flourish. Although each place is divided into self-defense, it is also full of vitality. When they came, there was a huge ideological confusion among the wild elves, so a huge split occurred.
This also allowed other careerists and conspirators to see an opportunity, and like stink flies that discovered a crack, they swooped in and competed for the faith of the wild elves.
It's hard to say that they really came here for their faith.
Bei Gaoyang believed that this was an opportunity for the Human Church to infiltrate a growing ethnic group and eliminate a potential rival with dangerous competitiveness.
But this also gives the system and the magic network an opportunity, allowing the system's pseudo-gods to send intelligent NPCs or simply their own 'doppelgangers' here to compete for the faith of the indigenous people, and also serve as infiltration missions.
In this wild elf camp, the players easily discovered the 'offline' secretly developed by Death God Kelanvor, a wild elf woman who had secretly believed in the system of Death.
"I know you!"
In a dark tree house, the wild elf who leads the party is seen as a plot character by the player. She is sitting in the shadow behind an oil lamp. She looks very old and tired. She is wearing a primitive green grass skirt made of linen.
Behind him was a little wild elf who was peeking at the three player representatives with curious eyes.
When elves are still underage, it is impossible to distinguish between male and female, especially in this wild elf tribe that still maintains primitive traditions and lifestyles.
"The sky is about to change, a devastating storm... This time no matter how tall the tree canopy is, it can't protect us from the wind and rain, but many people can't see it and bury their heads in the sand... you!"
At this point, the old and cloudy eyes of the wild elf sparkled, "... He is the messenger of the storm, carrying the breath of the undead and the power to destroy everything!"
The female orc leader did not receive the line prompted by the system and did not know how to reply. She was at a loss when Zhang Miao stepped forward and bowed slightly, "Can I help you?"
"My people are too stubborn to see that the storm of destruction is approaching. The forest... saw it, but she... also has her own persistence. What is my persistence? Stranger, tell me, I
What should be done?”
Zhang Miao anxiously asked for advice in the team channel. He had all the answers. Chao Huaxi picked up his idea and said: What nonsense are you talking to NPCs? Are they not the messengers of the Destruction Storm? To put it bluntly, those who follow the rules will prosper and those who rebel will perish. They are a traitor.
, the most knowledgeable about current affairs.
"Those who obey will prosper and those who go against will perish, Your Excellency!"
The wild elf's whole body was shocked. Zhang Miao didn't know how the system translated, and whether it could perfectly translate the concise and concise spiritual connotations of the Chinese language. However, the wild elf was deeply touched. Her lips trembled and she muttered a series of words that she could not understand.
sentence (the system did not translate it), he raised his eyes and said: "I understand, it's not difficult to choose, right? The person you want to find is here...", and handed over a simple map drawn on torn mulberry paper and a
A token made of wooden sign.
Zhang Miao and the others received the system prompt that the task was completed in stages as they wished. They breathed a sigh of relief and turned away while chatting and laughing, not bothering to take another look at the wild elves that had no use value.
Looking at the backs of the players, the wild elf's hands were dancing on the top of the elf's head, and muddy tears welled up in his eyes.
"Ancestor..."
"Kid, remember them!"
"What are they?"
"They are... players."
"Player?"
"A group of profit-oriented people who regard life as a game are both difficult and easy to get along with."
"I don't understand."
"It doesn't matter, there will still be time in the future, there will still be time..." The wild elf's voice gradually became less audible, and his cloudy eyes closed. After a while, he started snoring.
The elf waited for her to fall asleep, then cautiously walked to the door of the tree house, turned back and took a peek at the ancestor, and saw that there was no movement from her, then he happily walked out the door.
A camp built on the tree canopy comes into view.
Thick tree trunks serve as various traffic thoroughfares, and the treehouses are like huge bird's nests. Some are purely woven with green leaves and branches, built with bricks and wood blocks, and some use natural tree holes to decorate and repair them.
... either tall, or solemn, or exquisite, or primitive and rough.
The wild elves who come and go also wear clothes that are very close to the forest and nature. Most of them have colorful feather crowns on their heads. Most of them carry long bows. They have slender bodies and strong postures. This is also true for living in the airtight high altitude for many years.
As if they were walking on flat ground, the dense tree canopy was pruned into passages surrounded by greenery. A tall and fast beast that looked like an ape was raised by them and served as a beast of burden for their messengers.
The beast's back was filled with bags woven from various branches, and the bags were full of various specialties in the forest. The wild elves were chatting and laughing, and rushed in the same direction easily.
News of the caravan's arrival has spread among the tribe.
"This place is nice, a bit like Avatar."
After finding the mission target, you can't leave. There is still a "plot" to go through. The goods brought by the players are piled on the "square" in front of the temple. The wild elves of the entire tribe are just like going to the market, bringing various materials to exchange.
It's primitive bartering. Unfortunately, players don't have the right to set prices and have to listen to the system.
Every wild elf family has their whole family together, and the stalls set up by the players are crowded with adults and children. These wild elves are the most wary and unfriendly towards human players. Even the children who don’t understand anything look at them.
As if full of vigilance, it seems that the shadow caused by human beings on all intelligent races is deep into the bone marrow, but don't think about the earth, it would be too monotonous to be the only intelligent species in the end.
Elf players are the most 'popular' among wild elves, and this 'welcome' is mixed with many ingredients. The character image provided by the system for the elven race is based on the 'advertising template' promoted by the Elf Royal Court. Therefore, a
All of them are... standard.
It's like a country bumpkin living in the country meets a handsome man or beauty from a big city. It's a mixture of feelings of inferiority, longing, fear, and panic. Of course, there's also wariness and hostility.
In contrast, the orcs and dwarves players were quite at home and could communicate with the wild elves without any problems. The host was very hospitable and seemed not to be on guard against his guests, and a few of them received invitations to their homes.
This is very different from the indigenous NPCs in the main city of the system.
It's so simple that it's hard to believe.
The players instinctively smelled the opportunity. Unfortunately, they committed suicide and were in the 'story mode'. Otherwise, this kind of 'innocence' might have ended here.
"It's good to open up wasteland!"
"Yeah yeah."
"This place isn't very dangerous. Are these NPCs stupid?"
"Maybe we can get a few more pets?"
"How can an elf be a pet?"
"Partners are fine too"
The plot went on for a long time this time, and there was no end prompt for a long time. Players' patience was gradually exhausted, and they started to ignore the 'NPC Wild Elves' and just chatted in the team channel.
"A bunch of idiots are so stupid that they want to commit suicide all over again, and they treat the 'plot as a plot'", Brother Ruoran whispered to Zhang Miao, "I don't know that opportunities are hidden in these long plots... What are you doing?
Look at this, I’ll come as soon as I go.”
"Where to go?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Go find that mission NPC, right?"
"Hehe, you can also see that the elf may be a hidden clue?"
"Go, don't be discovered by them."
"Keep an eye on it for me."
Zhang Miao was left to look at the stall. Brother Ruoran sneaked out unnoticed. The tree house where the mission NPC was located was not far from the square, but the location was relatively remote. There were many tree crowns separated. There were four branches and leaf passages opened between the tree crowns.
Communication is like a maze, and most people will definitely get lost.
Brother Ruoran had already prepared, and there were signs along the way. When he sneaked back to the wooden house where the mission NPC was located, he found a group of wild elf NPC warriors standing on guard outside, and the cries of the elves came from inside. The old mission
The NPC was dragged out from inside, and a sacrificial-looking wild elf wearing a complicated feather crown was yelling something in an incomprehensible language. The wild elf NPC sat on the ground and said nothing.
The priest became more and more excited as he spoke, and his face, which was covered in oil paint, became a little distorted. Suddenly, without warning, he pulled out the sword of the warrior beside him and chopped off the head of the mission NPC with one sword.
——The system didn’t even have time to mosaic.
The elf rushed out crying, threw himself on the ancestor's body and cried loudly. The priest held up his head, kicked him aside in disgust, and gave instructions to the warrior next to him.
The warrior drew his sword and walked towards the elf.
There was no prompt from the system to receive the mission, and Brother Ruoran remained indifferent. At the critical moment, another group of wild elves jumped down from the tree crown. They jumped like apes one by one and blocked the vines. Arrows rained down like lightning.
A figure like a figure rescued the elf, grabbed the vines that swung over and was about to escape.
The priest shouted something loudly, and all the trees and branches around him became 'alive', as if they had independent consciousness. Huge waves like waves appeared throughout the camp, and the incoming black shadows fell one by one.
Come down.
A bloody fierce battle began.
The attacking black shadows are also wild elves, but they are all wearing cloth and leather armor. They are more like the elves living outside, but they also have oil paint on their bodies. Brother Ruoran guesses that they are another camp represented by the mission NPC. In other words
In other words, the internal struggle in this small wild elf camp has reached the level of fighting to the death.
That companion in the square... is not good, dangerous!
When the 'earthquake' just happened, Zhang Miao was as surprised as everyone else. Without any warning, the semi-wild elf boy who was selecting goods in front of the stall suddenly pulled out a poisoned dagger from his arms, buried his head and pointed it at his
The chest is rolling.
Zhang Miao was shocked, but the 'Silver Magic Energy Bracer' on his body saved his life. The passively activated defensive spell effect blocked the killing sword and pushed the wild elf far away.
go out.
Looking back at the lively trading scene just now, it was already a bloody storm. Many teammates who were caught off guard were killed and returned to the city. The previous hard work was in vain. They also paid a huge group membership fee. The next time they form a group, it is uncertain.
When was the time when I was poorer, I almost missed the opening of the 6th beta server. After I returned to the city, I didn’t understand what was going on. I thought there was a sneak attack from another player, and I didn’t yell out loud until I saw the system prompts.
But those who stayed at the scene had no time to pay attention to them.
[Ding, afterlife mission (2): The meaning of living, trigger. 】
[Ding, afterlife mission (2): Just when you and your teammates were singing and dancing with the wild elves, and getting along harmoniously, the identity of the mission coordinator: Marco Vias was exposed, and he encountered the stubborn anti-foreign conservative force, the pseudo-god Mytheus.
Represented by the church, multiple factions jointly strangled Marco. Team member Ruoran witnessed it with his own eyes.
·The tragic death of Vias, the orphan of Marco Vias was temporarily rescued by the Church of Death Kelanwo, but the pro-resistance forces were outnumbered and were coming here under the leadership of Brother Ruoran, hoping to obtain
With the help of other members of the "Death Group", unexpectedly, the "Death Group" also suffered heavy losses in a sudden sneak attack.
Mission 1: Protect Marco Vias’ orphan from danger.
Mission 2: Find Colson Yeager, the missionary priest of the Church of Death, Kelemvor.
Mission 3: Help the Death Order led by Colson Yeager to defend Novice Village No. 11 in the Forest and resist the subsequent counterattack of the wild elf tribe.】
"I just want to 'die', why is it so difficult!" In the team, a ranger who was chasing the wild elves and fled in embarrassment cried loudly.
"The system is such a dead virtue!", Chao Hua Xi picked up a knife and ended up with a wild elf who overestimated his capabilities, and carelessly touched the mosaic on his face (Blood Lake).
