Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 380 - 363: Scavenging the Battlefield is an Elven Traditional Virtue

Chapter 380: Chapter 363: Scavenging the Battlefield is an Elven Traditional Virtue

Although Brin denied Tuck’s speculation with a rhetorical question, he still had some doubts in his heart.

There’s no other reason... these allied elves who participated in the battle were really acting too strange.

The elves weren’t like the goblins, mere cannon fodder; they were a scarce and renowned long-lived race, once a part of the Silver Race!

And such beings, how could tens of thousands suddenly appear?

And in a flash, more than half of them died on the battlefield?

If someone else had told Brin this, he wouldn’t believe it at all.

Sadly... this was his own experience.

The serenity of these elves in the face of death amazed Brin, and with it came deep confusion...

*While devout believers can retain memories and return to the Divine Country after death, aren’t only fanatics willing to give up a beautiful life without hesitation?*

*But these elves... How should I put it? After observing them for so long, Brin realized they seemed to worship a Goddess named Eve.*

*But based on his own experience, he thought most of them probably couldn’t even be considered devout believers.*

*In short... all of this was just too strange.*

*There had to be something wrong somewhere!*

*Unfortunately, although Brin had a vague feeling there was a problem, he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.*

"If there are any more elves that seem familiar participating in future battles, pay close attention. Hmm... maybe secretly use a Memory Stone to record their appearance."

After some thought, Brin gave such an order to Tuck.

However, Brin’s new order was not carried out.

While the two were talking, a commotion suddenly arose from the wall.

The sound was like waves rolling in, from Underground Dwarves, from Underground Gnomes, and from elves.

Looking out from the city, one could see soldiers from the Silent Alliance and the elves raising their weapons and cheering together on the thirty-meter high walls.

And at some point, the presence of the undead on the walls had vanished.

At the same time, the roars of underground monsters echoed from afar once more...

Brin, familiar with Dark Alliance signals, recognized it as an order to retreat.

The Dark Alliance was retreating.

His spirits lifted, and he exchanged a glance with Tuck, the treasurer, both seeing a hint of joy in each other’s eyes.

They hurriedly got up and, accompanied by trusted aides, rushed toward the wall...

The Skull Soldiers on the wall had been completely eradicated, and outside the wall, the vast Undead Army was retreating like a tide under the command of Death Knights.

When Brin ascended the wall, this was the scene he saw.

"They’re retreating! They’re finally retreating! Praise the Death God! We’ve won this defensive war!"

Seeing the retreating undead, Talin, like other soldiers of the Silent Alliance, couldn’t help but cheer aloud.

Of course, half of the old treasurer’s cheer was for the finances of Blade City...

However, while most people were cheering, there were also some unusual voices.

"Huh? They’re retreating already? I just got here! I haven’t even killed a single monster yet!"

"Exactly, exactly. I was just a little away from leveling up, and now you all decide to retreat?"

These were some elves who hadn’t had enough fighting.

Standing on the wall, waving their swords or magic wands, they looked at the retreating undead with faces full of regret and unfulfilled desire.

Naturally, this drew strange looks from the Silent Alliance soldiers...

*These elves... were they too eager for battle?*

*However, this wasn’t even the most reckless behavior.*

Brin saw that as the Undead Army retreated, quite a few elves were climbing down the walls along the cloud ladders they had left behind...

And there were quite a few.

These elves climbed while calling to their companions, uttering some bizarre phrases:

"Who dares to pat the enemy’s backside with me?"

"Let’s go, let’s go! Beat the drowning dog!"

"Haha, me too! I’m just a thousand experience points away from leveling up!"

In the blink of an eye, under the dumbfounded gazes of the soldiers of Blade City, numerous elves rushed outside the wall.

Gathered in threes and fives, they chased the straggling undead at the back of the Undead Army, unleashing a flurry of attacks...

Of course, these audacious guys were naturally discovered by the Death Knights in charge of the undead army, who then ordered the retreating undead to encircle them...

Though the Dark Alliance’s army was retreating, it didn’t mean they lacked combat power.

Consequently, aside from a few elves who ran fast enough to escape, others were surrounded amidst cries of "Shit!" "Oh no! We’ve overplayed it!" "Quick! Save me!" and even "Hahahaha!"...

After struggling for a moment, they heroically perished on the spot... leaving only a puddle of blood on the ground.

Meanwhile, the other elves on the wall burst into laughter.

No one mourned, no one grieved.

Watching those who climbed down the wall meet their demise, the entire atmosphere was lively, as if they were watching a comedy...

*The only thing these guys lacked was bringing out small chairs and munching on some nuts.*

Brin: ...

He opened his mouth, not sure what to say.

*He felt his memory of elves needed a comprehensive update.*

*These were a bunch of battle maniacs with peculiar ways of thinking!*

Of course... not all elves slipping down the wall went off to chase the Undead Army.

More were happily running around the battlefield where the undead had retreated, madly picking up leftover arrows and equipment.

The equipment on the walls had long been picked clean during the battle, but outside the walls, it hadn’t.

Once the first group started doing this, it quickly set off a chain reaction:

"Whoa! We can pick up the equipment outside the wall!"

"How come I didn’t think of that?"

"Quick, quick! It won’t last long!"

Thus, under the dumbfounded gazes of the Underground Dwarves and Underground Gnomes, the awakened elves hurriedly climbed down the cloud ladders.

They began frantically scavenging the battlefield, picking up dropped arrows and equipment left by the undead and even goblins.

In no time, the battlefield, which was empty after the retreat of the Undead Army, was once again filled with elves.

*They seemed completely unconcerned about whether the undead army would turn back to launch a counterattack, focusing all their attention on scavenging for loot...*

*It seemed... that it was more important than life itself.*

Everywhere they went, not an arrow or piece of armor was left behind. Even skeletal remains scattered on the ground were collected by the elves...

Brin: ...

*He still didn’t know what to say.*

"Have they retreated?"

At that moment, an elderly voice spoke up.

Brin turned his head to see that it was Huo Xu, the former Chief and Divine Favored of the Silent Alliance.

This Golden Power-level practitioner had finished casting defensive Divine Arts and came to the wall.

However, unlike the cheering companions, his expression showed no sign of relief as he gazed at the retreating army in the distance.

Mourn deeply for the heroes who sacrificed themselves during the pandemic...

Moreover, there will be a single update tonight, so don’t wait up. I’ll post the second update tomorrow.