Chapter 44 The Crisis of the Elves

On the second day, the tree Che Wenwen was hundreds of meters high. The dense canopy covered the sky, and the thick branches spread out. It was as spacious as a road, and it could even accommodate a car.

At this time, Che Wenwen was stunned to find that basketball-sized fruit buds began to grow on her tree canopy.

Che Wenwen was stunned. She knew very well that this tree was not a fruit tree, and even fruit trees bloomed first and then bore fruit. She had never seen fruit directly.

Che Wenwen was surprised, but suddenly sensed that there was life in these fruits.

Che Wenwen was stunned. She had no idea that fruit would grow on her body, and these fruits still had signs of life.

So she has one more activity every day, that is, come in every day to observe these fruits with the breath of life, and want to study what they are.

As time passed, the fruit buds grew little by little.

In a flash, three years have passed, and the fruit bud has changed from the size of a basketball to just over a meter, and the first fruit bud has finally matured at this time.

Che Wenwen watched excitedly as the fruit bud bloomed. The fruit bud was surrounded by layers of young leaves, slowly blooming like a flower, and then there appeared a little elf that looked like a human being about three years old. .

This elf can walk from birth, and can communicate with Che Wenwen through thoughts.

The elf is full of a child's attachment to his mother to Che Wenwen, and refuses to leave her neighborhood every day.

Che Wenwen was dumbfounded. As a girl who didn't even have a boyfriend, she had absolutely no experience in taking care of children.

But looking at this babbling elf, looking at her beautiful face like a porcelain doll, Che Wenwen's heart was melted, and she decided to raise her almost immediately.

But soon the first problem arose, the elf had no food and was so hungry that he cried.

Che Wenwen couldn't move, and couldn't make food out of thin air. Seeing the crying elf, she felt her heart twisted, but she couldn't do anything.

At this time, the surrounding vegetation seemed to sense Che Wenwen's thoughts, and miraculously quickly spawned various sweet fruits that could be used.

Che Wenwen was surprised and delighted, and immediately told the elf with her mind to let her eat those fruits.

The first elf had food and survived successfully.

Then, under the powerful vitality of the divine tree, Che Wenwen, one after another elf tribe was born.

Under the action of vitality, a large tract of jungle and various flowers and plants grew around, guarding the sacred tree of Che Wenwen.

These elves were born from Che Wenwen, and they were born with an inseparable connection. The elves took her as their mother for granted.

And Che Wenwen also seemed to have found the fun of her game at this time. She regarded these elves as family members and began to teach them how to build houses, how to make clothes, how to make fires, and how to survive and develop in this forest.

Of course, Che Wenwen doesn't understand so much, but she started a live broadcast, and there are many enthusiastic viewers giving online guidance. If you encounter something you don't understand, you can search it at any time.

Even if you can't find it, you can ask experts, just like the situation when Han Fei was founded.

But Che Wenwen is just a tree after all, the perspective is always fixed there, and there is no way to see the world of elves clearly.

At the beginning, many people came in to watch, and the number of people once exceeded the 100,000 mark, but when they satisfied their curiosity and knew what the elves looked like, they left.

After all, it is too dull here, and you have to watch the elves do construction every day, which is far less exciting than the humans and orcs.

Che Wenwen didn't care either. Compared with the popularity of the live broadcast room, she was more concerned about the development of the elves.

The number of people in the live broadcast room quickly decreased, and by the afternoon of the second day after the start of the second test, there were only a few thousand people.

At this time, two hundred years have passed in the Western Fantasy World, but the number of elves has just exceeded 10,000 people.

Che Wenwen was also very helpless about this situation. As more and more elves were born, the life energy contained in her divine tree declined rapidly.

At this time, it is no longer possible to breed new elves, and can only rely on elves to reproduce.

But elves, as an immortal race, can live for thousands of years, and their fertility is low.

An elf couple mostly only has the chance to have one child in their lifetime.

At the same time, the trouble of the elves also came.

In the Dal Forest, not only one race was born, but there were two other races of trolls and goblins created by players.

There was no conflict between these two races and elves when they were just born. After all, they were both players. The two ancestors, the neighbor trolls and goblins, often came to visit the beautiful elves to see the beautiful young lady.

But trolls and goblins are ugly and fierce, and the elves have an incomparable obsession with beauty.

Every time I come to be despised, even in the game, this feeling is not good, so the ancestors of these two races will not come.

But as the numbers of the three races began to swell, and the resources of the Dahl Forest were limited, friction was inevitable among the three races.

At the beginning, the ancestors of the two races of trolls and goblins could restrain their own clansmen, but their lifespans were not long, only a hundred years old.

After they died of old age, the new trolls and goblins burst out the pent-up anger before.

Little friction gradually turned into a big conflict, followed by a full-scale war, and it was trolls and goblins teaming up to deal with the elves.

But elves are born kings in the forest. They are agile and light, and they are very adaptable to the environment in the forest. Even if the other two races are united, they are not opponents of elves.

The number of casualties on both sides is increasing, and the hatred is deepening.

What makes the elves even more mad is that the trolls are still slaughtered, which makes them all of a sudden mortal enemies.

The war was always in favor of the elves at the beginning, but as time passed, the disadvantages of the low fertility of elves were exposed.

The number of dead elves is far less than that of born elves, which causes the elves of the human race to become less and less every year.

In contrast, trolls and goblins have a very strong reproductive capacity, especially goblins. One extra litter can even have three or four children, and the adult cycle is shorter than that of elves.

Under this situation, the elves slowly fell into a passive defense state.

In the most recent attack, the trolls and goblins joined forces and killed all the way to the sacred tree of the elves.

The troll priest hit the sacred tree with voodoo, causing Che Wenwen to fall into a state of poisoning.