By the next day, the Che Wenwen tree was hundreds of meters high. Its dense crown blocked the sky, and its thick branches spread out. It was as spacious as a road and could even accommodate a car.
At this time, Che Wenwen was shocked to find that fruit buds the size of basketballs began to appear on the crown of her tree.
Che Wenwen was stunned when she saw it. She knew very well that this tree was not a fruit tree, and even fruit trees bloomed first and then bore fruit. She had never seen fruit bearing fruit directly.
Che Wenwen was surprised when she suddenly felt that there was life in these fruits.
Che Wenwen was stunned. She had never expected that fruits would grow on her body. These fruits also showed signs of life.
So she had one more activity every day, which was to come in every day to observe these fruits with the breath of life, and to study what they were.
Time passes day by day, and the fruit buds grow little by little.
Three years later, the fruit buds grew from the size of a basketball to over one meter, and the first fruit bud finally matured at this time.
Che Wenwen watched the fruit bud bloom with excitement. Surrounded by layers of young leaves, the fruit bud slowly bloomed like a flower, and then an elf who looked about three years old appeared.
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This little elf can walk from birth and can communicate with Che Wenwen through thoughts.
The elf was full of attachment to Che Wenwen like a child towards its mother, and refused to leave her vicinity every day.
Che Wenwen was dumbfounded. As a girl who didn't even have a boyfriend, she had no experience in taking care of children.
But looking at this babbling little elf and looking at her beautiful face like a porcelain doll, Che Wenwen's heart was so cute that she almost immediately decided to raise her.
But soon the first problem appeared. The elf had no food and was so hungry that he cried.
Che Wenwen couldn't move, and she couldn't make food out of thin air. She looked at the crying elf, and suddenly felt like her heart was in knots, but there was nothing she could do.
At this time, the surrounding vegetation seemed to sense Che Wenwen's thoughts, and miraculously quickly gave birth to various sweet fruits that could be used.
Che Wenwen was surprised and happy, and immediately told the elf with her mind to let her eat those fruits.
The first elf had food and survived successfully.
Then, under the powerful vitality of Che Wenwen, the sacred tree, elves were born one after another.
Under the influence of vitality, large areas of jungle and various flowers and plants grew around it, guarding the sacred tree Che Wenwen.
These elves were born from Che Wenwen. They were born with an inseparable connection. The elves naturally regarded her as their mother.
Che Wenwen seemed to have found the joy of her game at this time. She regarded these elves as family members and began to teach them how to build houses, how to make clothes, how to make fire, and how to survive and develop in this forest.
Of course, Che Wenwen doesn't know so much, but she has started a live broadcast, and there are many enthusiastic viewers who provide online guidance. If you encounter something you don't understand, you can search it at any time.
Even if you can't find something, you can still ask experts for advice, just like the development situation when Han Fei was founded.
But Che Wenwen is just a tree after all, and her perspective is always fixed there, making it impossible to see the world of elves clearly.
At the beginning, many people did come in to watch, and the number once exceeded 100,000. But when they satisfied their curiosity and knew what the elves looked like, they left.
After all, this place is too boring, and you have to watch the elves doing construction every day, which is far less exciting than the humans and orcs.
Che Wenwen didn't care either. She was more concerned about the development of the elves than the popularity of the live broadcast room.
The number of people in the live broadcast room quickly decreased, and by the afternoon of the second day after the second test started, there were only a few thousand people.
At this time, two hundred years have passed in the Western Fantasy World, but the number of elves has only just exceeded 10,000.
Che Wenwen was also helpless about this situation. As more and more elves were born, the life energy contained in her sacred tree declined rapidly.
By this time, it is no longer possible to breed new elves, and the elves can only rely on themselves to reproduce.
However, as an immortal race, elves have a lifespan of up to a thousand years, and their fertility is appallingly low.
An elf couple usually only has the chance to have one child in their lifetime.
At the same time, trouble came for the elves.
In the Dal Forest, not only one race was born, but also two races, trolls and goblins, created by two other players.
There was no conflict between these two races and the elves when they were first born. After all, they were all players. As the two ancestors of the neighboring trolls and goblins, they often came to visit and take a look at the beautiful elves.
However, trolls and goblins are ugly and have a fierce look on their faces, while the elves are extremely obsessed with beauty, so they naturally dislike them and even hate these two species.
Being looked down upon every time I came, even in the game, was an uncomfortable feeling, so the ancestors of these two races stopped coming.
However, as the numbers of the three races began to expand, and the resources of the Dal Forest were limited, friction among the three races inevitably occurred.
At the beginning, the ancestors of the two races, trolls and goblins, could still restrain their respective tribesmen, but their lifespans were not long, only about a hundred years.
After they died, the newly succeeded trolls and goblins unleashed all their suppressed anger.
The small friction gradually turned into a major conflict, and then it was an all-out war, and the trolls and goblins united to deal with the elves.
However, elves are born to be the kings of the forest. Their bodies are agile and light, and they are extremely adaptable to the environment in the forest. Even if the other two races unite, they are no match for the elves.
The number of casualties on both sides is increasing, and the hatred is getting deeper and deeper.
What makes the elves even more furious is that the trolls also eat the elves, which suddenly makes them mortal enemies.
At the beginning of the war, the war was always in favor of the elves, but as time went by, the disadvantages of the elves' low fertility were exposed.
There are far fewer dead elves than there are born, which results in the number of elves and humans starting to decrease year by year.
In contrast, trolls and goblins have very strong reproductive capabilities, especially goblins, who can even give birth to three or four children in one litter, and their adult cycle is shorter than that of elves.
Under the circumstances, the elves slowly fell into a state of passive defense.
In the latest attack, trolls and goblins joined forces and fought all the way to the sacred tree of the elves.
The troll priest hit the sacred tree with voodoo, causing Che Wenwen to fall into a poisoned state.
[Author's digression]: Let's post another chapter. I exceeded 1,000 votes today, so I will add another update. In addition, actually, this female player's name is Che Wenwen. I forgot to revise the last chapter, and the following chapters are all about Che Wen.
Wen, it’s easier to change the previous chapter. Anyway, it’s the same thing and everyone can understand it. o(╯□╰)o(To be continued)