Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 373 - 356: The Feast of Slaughter

The battle against Goblins was an old habit for the players.

Not to mention the early testers’ initial encounters, players from the second and third tests who continued exploring the Elf Forest had all battled these creatures to some degree, and there were already related strategies on the forums on how to quickly dispose of these cowardly and cunning fellows.

Of course, even if confronted with entities other than Goblins, the players’ attacks would not be lacking.

This was valuable experience they had accumulated through repeated team combat, especially thanks to the cute creatures in the shadow instance of the Deep Rift Cave that contributed Shadow Gems time and again.

Team fights, who’s afraid of whom!

Especially when the opponent was so weak.

Thus, the situation on the walls suddenly turned around.

The Elves charging up were like frenzied madmen, chasing the Goblins down and hacking away at them, quickly pushing back those who had reached the walls.

This scenario was happening in more than one place.

Everywhere Elves reached the walls, Goblins were being slaughtered madly.

There was Goblin resistance, but... these Elves didn’t care about their attacks at all.

Except for protecting their vital areas, they didn’t mind the swords and knives landing on their bodies, as if pain and fear of death didn’t exist for them.

All the Elves focused solely on how to kill Goblins.

Moreover, many Elves were heavily armored.

They were like humanoid monsters, wielding giant swords or steel axes, barreling through the Goblins.

Some of the smaller Goblins were directly knocked down and crushed under the weight of their armor...

These were tank players, with all their skills focused on defense and melee combat.

When Brin arrived at the walls, this was the scene he witnessed.

He watched those in some inexplicable state of excitement, slaughtering Goblins while laughing heartily, some even counting and comparing numbers of kills. *He felt a chill down his spine.*

Wasn’t this too brutal?!

*Were these guys really Elves?*

*Brin was filled with shock and a sense of absurdity.*

However, the feelings of shock and absurdness came quickly and faded just as fast.

After a brief moment of fright, *Brin’s emotions quickly turned to joy.*

*The combat prowess of these Elves greatly exceeded his expectations!*

Although they were generally weaker individually, they cooperated flawlessly, clearly showing they’ve fought often.

More critically, they seemed fearless, genuinely enjoying the slaughter!

Outside of combat, they appeared quite relaxed, but once engaged, they turned into wolves, combating with high coordination and a hint of discipline.

*Brin only observed for a moment before realizing these Elves weren’t fighting without strategy.*

They not only understood collaborative combat but also knew how to take turns resting, as if someone was commanding them silently.

Yet, Brin stretched his neck and searched for a long time but couldn’t find the commander of these Elves.

The self-proclaimed Elf Commander, Li Mu, was standing behind the crowd with a magic wand, throwing vine spells toward the Goblins and giving loud orders, though his voice was soon drowned by the shouts and slashes...

Such a presence couldn’t possibly command all the Elves on the walls.

*Brin couldn’t understand it and ultimately, he could only conclude that these Elves were born warriors!*

Of course, Brin didn’t know that, at this moment, the players’ perception was entirely different from his.

They heard a passionate and uplifting battle background music, with kill reminders from the system shining with every slaughter, and in their connected voice channel, Li Mu was passionately commanding at the top of his lungs...

To the players, these experience-giving Goblins were absolutely adorable, and this dominating battle was incredibly satisfying.

Who wouldn’t love a steamroll game!

The more they fought, the more delighted they became, and the better they performed!

The first wave of Elves on the walls was not the end.

As time passed, more and more new Elves, shouting and howling as if wolves had found prey, charged up the walls, joining the slaughter feast...

The proportion of Elves on the walls increased visibly.

Gradually, Brin even noticed that some sections had been entirely occupied by Elves, with the dark Dwarfs and Underground Dwarfs originally guarding the walls pushed aside, becoming mere accessories.

There were indeed Elves who fell in battle, but... no one cared about the fallen.

*The Elves’ inherent indifference to life and death shocked Brin and, at the same time, made him gradually respect them.*

*These Elves... were truly suited to be followers of the Hela Crown!*

At that moment, he finally understood why the Death God pointed out these Elves as the key to victory.

If they all had such strength, combined with the Silent Alliance warriors, as long as they held on and prevented the Dark Alliance’s strongmen from breaking the city’s divine arts defense, Blade City would surely hold!

Brin took a deep breath and also joined the battlefield.

He chanted magic and used his spare time to command the Dwarf and Gnome soldiers on the walls...

As if to confirm Brin’s thoughts, with the Elves’ relentless slaughter, the Goblins finally collapsed.

Goblins weren’t made of stone.

When the casualty ratio reached a horrific number, facing an enemy as bloodthirsty as demons, when fear of the enemy overwhelmed everything else, they also feared and fled...

Facing the increasing pressure from the Elves, these cannon fodders, originally forced into combat, turned and ran or knelt to beg for mercy...

Of course, all they received in return was pursuit, attacks, and merciless slaughter.

On the battlefield, there was no mercy.

Soon, the Goblins on the walls were either slain on the spot, pushed down by the crowd, or jumped off themselves—their fate unknown.

The number of Goblins outside the walls dwindled with the battle on top.

The Goblins fleeing from the walls quickly triggered a chain reaction, causing the entire Goblin army to begin its collapse...

And just at that moment, another loud roar echoed from the Dark City State Alliance’s forces.

Once again, the earth trembled, and the shadowy legion moved again.

Armored Skeleton Soldiers, with their eye sockets ablaze, arranged in neat formations under the command of Death Knights, charged toward Blade City.

They ignored the fleeing Goblins, engulfing them.

The Undead Army began its attack.

As they advanced, the Goblin corpses strewn outside the walls stood up once more.

These unfortunate souls outside the walls transformed into undead, joining the Dark Alliance’s army.