?Uller’s Godwarden
Searching for another elven city – Rivendell!
Although the players did not receive any relevant main quests scenarios, as Carlos mentioned it, their fascination for this city grew stronger and stronger…
And as players further interacted with other NPCs, information about Rivendell, the once elven manufacturing city, became more and more abundant.
A once miraculous city, the largest vein deposits, a legendary production capital…
The halo on Rivendell is no less than that of the Holy City of Florence!
In fact, Rivendell, Florence, and the capital of the Elvenkind are the three most famous cities within the old Elven Kingdom.
In the game, there is no meaningless and valueless information!
Players firmly believe that the information about Rivendell must be requirements for another hidden questline!
Maybe it’s also related to the next main storyline!
For a while, players spontaneously or organized by guilds, have formed exploration teams, wanting to find this mystical city.
Ruins mean treasures!
And the ruins of Rivendell are said to be connected to the underground world, where countless mobs would probably exist!
Adventure, isn’t that what players are pursuing?
Their actions even alarmed the NPCs.
Many younglings from the Rageblaze clan are also very curious about this city, and some even want to join the chosen ones who are preparing to explore, but they are instantly stopped by their elders…
Moreover, they also received reprimands from the old elves:
“There are terrible monsters in Rivendell, unlike the Chosen Ones, you lots are not an immortal.”
“You’re almost two hundred years old, can’t you be more mature for once?”
“Just longer lifespan without higher intelligence? Do you still think you’re kids under one hundred years old huh?”
“Look at the envoy, Ael! He’s only eighty years old and already so sensible, even blessed by the mother goddess! What about you?!”
“If you don’t behave, I’ll send you to become an apprentice with Carlos!”
Finally, the curious young elves had to give up momentarily and stay in Florence, helping their clan repair the holy city with a dejected attitude…
The players’ actions have also caught the attention of Eve.
After a slight investigation, Eve knew the ins and outs of this new craze.
“Rivendell?”
Eve’s heart stirred:
“Alas it’s been abandoned.”
This city was mentioned many times in the world tree inheritance that Eve received. She even had a picture of the city being split in half by the sword of the gods.
And it was that sword that formed the Great Rift, separating the Dark Mountains and the Forest of Elves…
“Forget about the quests and treasures, but if it really connects to the underworld, then it might open up a nice new ghost-type focused map…”
“According to the records in the inheritance, the underworld is not a peaceful place, but to be honest, it’s quite suitable for players to mess around with.”
Eve thought with great interest.
She didn’t release relevant missions but remembered the players’ movements and stopped paying attention.
Now, her main focus was on repairing Florence and dealing with the nearby Orc strongholds.
With her permission, the envoy Ael, the Oak Guardian Berserker, and the Saint Alice had already issued missions to find the Orcish stronghold.
The Rageblaze Clan knew of the general location of the beastmen tribe but not the precise location.
Everything needed to be explored.
However, Eve believed that this process should have bore results soon.
As for Rivendell…
The terrain around the Great Rift was rugged, and there were many high-level monsters. It wouldn’t be easy for players to find Rivendell within one or two days.
It would be good enough if they could find it in one or two months.
After all, they could keep searching…
The players who continue to search are few, and most people would lose interest in it quickly without external pressure.
“The top priority now is still the orcs and the repair of the holy city. Well… it’s also important to get the Rageblaze Clan back on track. As for Rivendell, we can put it aside for now…”
“In case if they have really find Rivendell, then let’s make it a hidden plot again.”
Dark Mountains, Caverock Tribe.
The days of the Orcish high priest have been very difficult recently.
He hasn’t slept for three days and nights.
The only reason is that the team he sent to intercept the elves, like a stone thrown into the vast sea, has disappeared without a trace…
More than 300 people, all the bravest warriors in the tribe and not one of them came back!
This matter has caused dissatisfaction and panic amongst some of the tribe members.
Not only that but even the black dragon Meryer who went with them did not return…
The Orcs has sent someone to the ruined castle on the top of the mountain to take a look but the magic protecting Meryer’s nest is still there.
In addition, you can faintly see through the window the gold and gems it has collected…
Dragons all love treasure. If it moves, it is impossible not to take its treasure with it!
This indicates that Meryer has also encountered some unforeseen circumstances and is unable to return…
Or, he is already dead.
At the thought of this, the elderly high priest became more and more frightened.
Over three hundred Beastman, as well as the silver-tier black dragon…
They disappeared as if evaporated!
The people from the tribe have inspected it, and there are only traces of fighting and some bloodstains left at the edge of the Elven Forest.
There isn’t even a single corpse…
Not even a single piece of equipment left!
What on earth happened to them?
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
At this point, the Elven Forest in his eyes had become a fearsome monster that devoured people.
“What kind of existence could do this? Could it be… that there is something in the Elven Forest?”
“Is it… the Godwarden of the Grim Reaper?”
The high priest was already considering abandoning this stronghold and while taking his people elsewhere.
The wealth accumulated by the black dragon Meryer should be enough for the tribe to migrate.
If Meryer were still here, then he would never have thought of taking its treasure, but now it’s different.
In its eyes, Meryer is probably more of a danger than a boon.
However, the Caverock tribe settled here first, under the will of the god of winter and hunting.
Without the oracle of the father god, the high priest move lightly…
And he has prayed to the father god many times recently, requesting to move the tribe, but he has not received the father god’s approval.
“Why… isn’t the father god responding to me?”
This made the Orc high priest even more uneasy.
Just as he was hesitating whether to directly set up a sacrifice circle and communicate with the father god at the risk of angering him, a guard stumbled in from outside the tent:
“High Priest! High Priest!”
He was gasping for breath.
He then frowned:
“What happened again?”
The Orc guard who had rushed over bowed to him and said excitedly as he gasped for breath:
“There… there’s a high-level professional who came to the tribe!”
A high-level professional?
The high priest eyes narrowed slightly.
“He… he claims to be the father god’s Godwarden!”
The Orc guard exclaimed with excitement.
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