Chapter 35: The Collapse of the High Priest (Please Vote for Recommendation!)

Is it necessary?

Gululu really wanted to ask these elves, "Is it necessary?"

If it were them, they would have fled long ago, why keep sending themselves to die...

Are these still the same elves who pride themselves on being elegant, noble, and loving life?

Are these still the same elves who advocate peace and are conservative and cautious?

Gululu swore... these were the craziest, most incomprehensible elves it had ever seen!

No, that's not right...

These were the craziest intelligent creatures it had ever seen!

Fearless of death, not afraid of pain, willing to perish together with the enemy just to annihilate them...

At one moment, Gululu even suspected that these elves were high-level undead disguised in elf skins!

It was terrifying...

It was truly terrifying!

Although their strength was not formidable, the elves' ferocity in not fearing pain or death made the old goblin priest, who had lived a lifetime, feel a chill in his heart!

Not only that...

Gululu thought it would soon exterminate these elves, but unexpectedly, every time one elf fell, another would appear as if they would never run out.

Of course, this was also because of racial reasons; it could not distinguish the appearance of elves well and could not tell that many had "died" and then returned.

However, Gululu also noticed that after these elves died, their bodies would slowly disappear...

Seeing this incomprehensible scene, Gululu's eyes widened:

"Demons... they must be demons!"

Its hand holding the Magic Wand was trembling slightly, suspecting it might be hallucinating.

However, the constantly falling undead conveyed a harsh reality to it: that this was not an illusion at all!

This was also what gradually made Gululu feel uneasy.

The undead he summoned were supposed to return to the Magic Wand as pure energy after being destroyed, but this time they were severed from him, as if truly annihilated...

And as the number of undead continually decreased, Gululu finally began to panic...

It looked up at the Elf Army and saw that their numbers were still the same, or rather, it seemed there were even more now...

Just earlier there were only hundreds; now it appeared there were nearly three hundred!

Not only that, but their power seemed even stronger...

Not long ago, there were only a few level 10s sensed, but now with a quick estimate, Gululu found that there might be over a hundred elves at level 10!

"Are there even stronger elves coming?!"

Gululu was shocked.

By the rigors of the Hunting God and winter, have all the elves in the world come here?!

A thought of retreat emerged in its mind.

Despite having killed countless elves in the battle, somehow, Gululu's Magic Wand hadn't captured any new souls; instead, its summoned undead were being continually depleted...

Feeling the energy in the Undead Staff becoming scarcer, Gululu finally made up its mind.

It gritted its teeth, cast a hateful glance at the Elf Army, and then turned to leave.

The remaining dozen or so undead, upon its summon, broke free from the elves and clustered around it as they left.

Seeing that the Goblin High Priest wanted to flee, the elves were invigorated:

"It's escaping!"

"It must be out of mana!"

"We can't let it escape! Chase it down!"

Since they were lower in level than Gululu, the players could not accurately identify Gululu's Magic Power, but Gululu's actions let them guess correctly by a fluke—Gululu wasn't really hurt, but it was out of magic power.

And a mage without magic power, at a low level, is easy prey.

"Catch it! We can't fail now, prevent it from disengaging to regenerate!"

The elves let out an angry roar and, with red eyes, chased after it.

In an instant, they became even more aggressive.

Under Gululu's incredulous gaze, dozens of elves at the front rushed towards the undead, choosing mutual destruction.

With a blaze of magic, over a dozen skeleton undead disintegrated under the elves' simultaneous sacrifice...

And more elves, waving their weapons, charged at Gululu like avengers seeking justice for a murdered father.

It was now utterly alone.

Looking at the desperate elves, Gululu was about to break down.

"Is it necessary? Is it really necessary?!"

It darted away, its trembling voice tinged with a hint of grievance.

However, it was an old goblin with one shorter leg—how could it possibly outrun an elf?

A gust of wind surged from behind, a trace of crisis emerging in Gululu's mind.

Suddenly, a lithe figure rushed forward, instantly embracing its frail body.

Gululu looked back in shock, immediately facing a terrifying, sinister grin.

Pointy ears, a head of fiery red hair, and that cheap, sneaky smile...

Even though goblins couldn't distinguish between elf faces, Gululu recognized the other's identity in an instant:

"It's you, you human-impersonating bastard!"

It gritted its teeth, enraged.

This guy again!

This guy again!!

It regretted, oh how it regretted!

Why had it followed this guy out from the ruins?

"I've got him!"

Demacia clung tightly to Gululu, shouting excitedly:

"Comrades! Fire at my signal!"

Accompanied by a chorus of chants, countless spells arose, followed by swords gleaming with the brilliance of skills. In Gululu's utterly terrified gaze and Demacia's triumphant laughter, they were both submerged...

[Ding—]

[Goblin Undead Priest has died]

[World BOSS quest: Target 1 completed]

[All participating players get the exclusive title—"Goblin Slayer"]

[Players who eliminated 1 undead, get 3 perfect revival uses, 1000 experience]

[Players who eliminated 2 undead get 3 perfect revival uses, 2000 experience]

[Players who eliminated 3 undead get 3 perfect revival uses, 3000 experience]

…

[Players who eliminated a goblin priest, get an additional 1 perfect revival use, an additional 3000 experience]

As the system's delightful sounds rang, all players received the notification of quest completion... and a plethora of rewards.

The players were all stunned at first, then erupted in cheers.

"Hahaha! We won!"

"Wow, I got 4 perfect revivals and 5000 experience points!"

"I can level up to 11 now!"

"Eh? Wasn't there supposed to be contribution points too? Where are they?"

…

Watching the excited Chosen Ones, Oak Guardian Berserker walked out from the hidden forest somewhat dazedly.

"Mother Goddess above... These Chosen Ones are truly terrifying."

He murmured, seemingly still recovering from the elves' kamikaze attack.

Seeing Berserker, the players' eyes lit up:

"Uncle B! Uncle B is here!"

"That's right, that's right! There's another quest target, to offer the Magic Wand to the Goddess! That must be the reward for contribution points!"

"What exactly are contribution points good for?"

"I heard it starts at level 11; once we level up, we'll know! Anything related to the Goddess must be great!"

"Enough talk, let's quickly hand over the Magic Wand to Uncle B, so he can offer it to the Goddess!"

The players buzzed excitedly, hastily retrieving the Magic Wand from Gululu's ashes.

Aside from the Magic Wand, Gululu's other equipment had turned to fragments under the magic onslaught.

"Damn, what material is this Magic Wand made of? It's the only thing intact..."

"Let me try to appraise it… uh, cannot be appraised."

"It's something the Goddess wants, probably a quest item?"

Players curiously touched the Magic Wand, finding nothing unusual, before shoving it into the bewildered Berserker's hands.

"Uncle B, go ahead and make the offering!"

They looked at the Oak Guardian with starry-eyed anticipation.

Berserker: …