CHAPTER 136: CHAPTER 136: ANCIENT GOLDEN OAK TREE

Very quickly, the elves led Qin Tian and the others to a temporary lodging area several hundred meters away, where rows of green treehouses were arranged neatly, though from their style and appearance, they seemed much more basic than the elves’ treehouses.

"You eight will stay in this one."

The male elf pointed to the treehouse on the far left and said.

"What, I have to live with them?"

The only female Spiritualist among the eight protested. Her name was Xing Fei. She wasn’t particularly pretty, but her figure was quite striking. Upon hearing that she had to share the space with them, a few of the men exchanged looks and shared a knowing smile.

"If you don’t accept it, you can leave!"

The male elf said calmly.

Xing Fei pointed to a small treehouse nearby and said, "I just looked, this house is empty. Why can’t I stay here?"

Male Elf: "As long as you bring back the corpse of a Dark Elf, you can stay here."

Hearing this, Xing Fei hesitated, gritted her teeth, and said, "Fine, I’ll stay!"

With that, she gave the men beside her a fierce glare, clearly having noticed their leering smiles earlier.

Tap tap tap~

At this moment, more than a dozen people emerged from the treehouse. Upon seeing Qin Tian and his group, they laughed and said:

"Yo, finally some newcomers."

"And there’s a chick, that’s rare!"

"Hey girl, if you don’t want to stay in the eight-bed room, our room is a four-bed room, and we’re just missing one roommate right now!"

"Are you missing a roommate, or are you missing a woman!"

"Hahaha!"

Listening to the raucous laughter, Xing Fei’s face trembled with anger.

Just then, the male elf turned his head to look at these people, and with a calm yet authoritative gaze, he made them all fall silent. They shrugged and returned to their rooms.

"Next, I’m going to explain the rules of the tribe to you."

The male elf looked directly at Qin Tian and his group, saying:

"First, no fires are allowed in the forest. If you are caught, you will be expelled immediately."

"Second, no private disposal of waste. The restroom you humans need is over there."

"Third, no private fights."

"Fourth, no approaching the elves’ treehouses."

"Fifth, ..."

"Sixth, ..."

The male elf listed ten prohibitions, their eyes twitching at the numerous restrictions. They thought to themselves, I’m here to fight for you, not to sit in jail.

However, despite their complaints, each person had a purpose for being here and wouldn’t just leave because of these rules.

"That’s it for the rules, and I hope you’ll remember them."

The male elf said, "Elves are fair. As long as you make contributions to the tribe, our race will give you the rewards you deserve."

They all believed this statement.

On their way here, an army captain had given them a detailed introduction to the Golden Oak Tribe.

Among the many tribes of the Elf Race, the Golden Oak Tribe was of medium size, with over 700 elves in the tribe, and most of them were warriors or mages with combat abilities, except for the young elves.

The tribe thrived on the enormous Golden Oak Tree, a Spirit Tree thousands of years old that produced many Golden Oak Leaves and acorns each year. The former could purify the soul, and the latter contained vital energy, invaluable for Spiritualists.

Moreover, the Golden Oak Tree shed bark, which when burned released a special aroma. This aroma, when inhaled by the body, calmed the mind and cleansed the soul—a perfect remedy for soldiers suffering from post-battle syndromes.

Just as the male elf had said, the Elf Race was very fair, with a clear system for determining what treasures were earned by defeating Dark Elves and Black Beasts.

These treasures, even if not used personally, could be sold for a good price.

Entering the treehouse, the room was spacious, with eight single beds lined up in two rows.

Calling them beds was generous. They were simply pieces of wood carved into rectangular shapes, about two meters long and one and a half meters wide, with thick leaves layered on top and a sheet covering it. Other than that, there was nothing else.

Seeing this environment, Xing Fei breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t communal sleeping; she wouldn’t have to squeeze onto the same bed with the men.

Qin Tian chose a bed on the outer edge, and seeing this, Xing Fei immediately placed her luggage on the bed next to him.

Witnessing this, others couldn’t help but sigh.

Damn, being handsome is really an advantage.

You don’t have to say a word, and women naturally gravitate towards you.

...

"Clan Leader, I’ve arranged everything for the humans."

Alon stood respectfully in front of the Clan Leader, speaking with deference.

The Elf Race Leader of the Golden Oak Tribe had a handsome face, with some fine lines at the corners of his eyes that added maturity and steadiness to his demeanor.

"Alon, humans are cunning and greedy. Although we must use their power, we cannot relax our vigilance over them. This task is entrusted to you—do not let your guard down."

"Yes, Clan Leader, I will certainly keep a close watch on them," Alon said earnestly.

The Clan Leader looked into the distance, a hint of worry crossing his eyes:

"Alon, our opponents are becoming increasingly powerful. If there comes a day when the tribe must relocate entirely, the survival of our people will depend on you and Aphoni."

"Clan Leader, I will never retreat,"

Alon’s eyes were firm. Relocating the tribe would mean leaving their homeland and abandoning the Ancient Golden Oak Tree to the Dark Elves.

He couldn’t bear this price, and he believed that every member of the tribe felt the same.

The Elf Race loved peace, but they did not fear death.

To protect their home, their kin, and the ancient tree,

he was willing to give up everything, including his own life.

The Clan Leader saw the determined look in Alon’s eyes, reminiscent of his own youth: equally fearless and courageous. Only after becoming a Clan Leader did he realize that the continuation of the tribe was fundamental.

As long as the tribe members were alive, there was hope for a turnaround in the future.

Screech~~~

Amidst their conversation, a clear eagle’s cry suddenly came from outside the treehouse.

Upon hearing it, both the Clan Leader’s and Alon’s expressions shifted slightly.

"The Black Beasts are coming!"

Alon immediately rushed out of the treehouse, shouting:

"Clan Leader, I’ll take the humans to support Aphoni."

The Clan Leader watched Alon’s departing figure, a trace of worry appearing in his eyes.

...

"All humans, the frontline situation has changed. Stop whatever you’re doing, and come with me immediately."

A familiar voice came from outside the treehouse, tinged with urgency.

Qin Tian and the others immediately equipped themselves and stepped out of the treehouse, while other Spiritualists quickly did the same.

Whoosh~~~

Over a dozen giant eagles landed in front of the treehouse. Experienced Spiritualists, without a word, climbed onto the giant eagles’ backs. Qin Tian and the others followed suit, mounting the giant eagles.

Screech~~

With a series of eagle cries, the enormous eagle wings flapped, swiftly carrying everyone to the frontline.