Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 248 - 242: Summoning Altar

The players at Black Dragon Castle did not have to wait long.

In fact, only four or five hours after the first wave of the Half-Beast’s attack ended, the players noticed restless movements in the Half-Beast camp again.

This time, the entire Half-Beast camp was mobilized, and nearly thirty thousand troops were advancing as one...

The endless Half-Beast Army began to curve around the mountainside, encircling the other side of Black Dragon Castle, gradually completing their encirclement.

However, even though the city was under siege, the existence of the Teleportation Array meant the players within Black Dragon Castle were not worried.

On the contrary, they looked at the massive Half-Beast horde with anticipation in their expressions, saying,

"Is the second attack finally about to start?"

"Whoa! This time everyone is coming over, is this going to be a decisive battle?"

"I’ve been idling for hours, it’s driving me insane."

"Hahaha! Be content! The batch of players laying in ambush is still stuck in the Elf Forest and the Dark Mountain Range."

"Pfft... How long are they going to squat there? Aren’t they going to grind mobs?"

"Not sure, it seems like they picked up a separate quest, maybe they plan to ambush when we’re locked in a tough battle with the Half-Beast."

"Damn! Are they in charge of the final bout? That won’t do, we need to work harder later to take down more of those siege Half-Beasts!"

"Pfft... They’ve been lying in wait all day, don’t they deserve a little share of the action?"

*You don’t understand, we fought all morning, and only killed a little over a thousand Half-Beasts. Those ambushing players riding on Demon Beasts, with their precision hunt, could likely chase down and easily pick them off. Last time, during the mercenary battle, more than two hundred players with Earth Cave Spiders struck it rich!*"

"Damn! Really?"

"Why would I lie?"

On the city wall, the players watched the Half-Beast move like an endless swarm of ants, discussing animatedly, as if they weren’t the ones being besieged.

Meanwhile, within the Half-Beast Army, the scene was quite different...

In the main camp of the Half-Beasts, three altars, one large and two smaller, were erected.

The altars bore intricate and mysterious patterns, interwoven into a symbol of a bow and snowflakes.

Thirty-six Half-Beast Priests, led by three Silver Priests, followed the Half-Beast High Priest, continually bowing to the altar.

They had oil paint on their faces, and their expressions were fervent...

The Half-Beast High Priest held an ancient book of winter and hunting, praying devoutly,

"Father God Uller, we worship you!"

"Father God Uller, all glory belongs to you!"

"You are the master of the hunt, you are the master of winter, you are the one true Father of the Half-Beasts..."

"We are but dust of the world, it is you who have given us great power. We are sinners of the world, it is your unwavering grace that enveloped us in your blessing..."

"We ask for your faith to cleanse us, to expel the doubts in our hearts; we ask your radiance to illuminate us, granting us endless strength..."

Her voice was solemn and sacred.

The devout prayers, expanded by Divine Arts, resonated throughout the entire Half-Beast camp.

All Half-Beasts who heard the prayer couldn’t help but kneel and follow the High Priest’s words, praying word by word...

In an instant, the surrounding Half-Beast Army fell to their knees.

They muttered softly, expressions varied from fear to devotion, fervor, to bewilderment...

All different.

And as the Half-Beasts prayed, the three altars suddenly began to radiate a gentle glow!

The time had long passed noon, the afternoon sunlight adding a touch of warmth to the bleak late autumn.

However, this warmth was quickly swept away by a chilly wind...

"Achoo!"

On the walls of Black Dragon Castle, an unwary player sneezed suddenly.

"Why do I suddenly feel a bit cold?"

He tightened the armor on his body, shivering involuntarily, then turned off his temperature perception.

"You didn’t get it wrong, it really is getting colder..."

Anther player rubbed his somewhat reddened nose, interjecting.

"Look quickly! In the sky! To the south!"

Suddenly, an exclamation came from the wall, as a player pointed to the southern sky, shouting in surprise.

All at once, everyone looked in the direction he pointed...

In the sky, at some unknown time, patches of dark clouds had begun to form.

These dark clouds gathered continuously toward the main direction of the southern Half-Beast Army...

At this moment, a surging sea of clouds had already formed across the southern sky, dense and oppressive, coalescing into clusters...

Furthermore, the dense clouds continued to expand and roll continuously...

The temperature was steadily dropping...

"This is... clouds formed by the concentration of magic power in the air!"

Natural Saintess Alice’s pupils slightly contracted as she sensed the terrifying energy within the clouds.

"Magic power-formed clouds?"

"Whoa... just how much magic power is that!"

The players were startled.

Below the clouds, on the central half-beast camp.

Three streams of silver-gray light shone constantly.

As the light gleamed, the clouds in the sky rolled even more violently, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop further...

For a moment, the players on the wall were all drawn to the flickering light.

"What is that?"

"Let me use [Hawk Eye] to see... Hmm? Seems like it’s an altar!"

An archer player said in surprise.

"Altar? What are the Half-Beasts up to?"

Then, as the players pondered, suddenly, sparkling flakes began to drift down from the sky...

"Is... is it snowing?"

The players looked at each other in disbelief. frёeωebɳovel.com

And as the snowflakes descended, a sacred and overwhelming force suddenly erupted from the Half-Beast camp!

The three glowing altars radiated a silver Holy Light, shooting skyward.

The Holy Light stirred the clouds above, which then spun in spirals, drawn toward the Holy Light, intertwining into what seemed like tornadoes made of clouds and snow.

The "tornados" spun to their peak and then suddenly began to be absorbed by the three altars.

The clouds and snow, accompanied by a fierce wind, rushed madly into the altars...

For a moment, the three altars seemed to transform into three bottomless pits with immense suction.

In mere seconds, the originally dense clouds were sucked away by the altars, and the sky cleared to a bright blue, as if everything that just happened was merely an illusion...

Yet, this tranquility only lasted a few seconds.

After absorbing the magic power-formed clouds, the three altars suddenly radiated brilliant light again, then ascended into three silver-gray beams of light.

The three silver-gray beams intertwined, eventually forming a silver-gray portal!

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Apologies for the brevity today due to a cold.