Gandaos walked quickly in the corridor, with red light flashing everywhere.

The female voice with magical synthesis is repeating expressionlessly:

"Warning, the God-Selected People are coming, please ask all researchers to gather at the S-level disposal hall as soon as possible; Warning, the God-Selected People are coming, please ask all researchers to gather at the S-level disposal hall as soon as possible; Warning..."

Gandaosi pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, and there were already a group of elves wearing white research suits sitting inside.

"Gandaosi, you're here."

An elf who was familiar with Gandaos opened his seat and let Gandaos sit next to him, then said nervously:

“It’s not going well.”

Gan Daosi sat down, then frowned and asked:

"What's going on? Didn't we say that we are in a low-risk area and there are few powerful God-Selected Ones? Why are we constantly flashing alarms? Or are we an S-level?"

The elf said with a melancholy expression:

"Three days ago, didn't there be an early warning? I found that there was a huge team of God-Selected People in the West approaching here..."

Looking at the solemn expression of the elf old friend in front of him, Gan Daosi couldn't help but become solemn, and then he heard from the old friend:

"Those chosen ones are really coming to us."

"What?"

Gandaos was a little surprised.

However, when several more Elf Research Institutes came in, the magic light quickly dimmed.

Immediately afterwards, a magical image was projected on the wall in front of me.

In the picture, there is a conference room. In the conference room, there are an elderly elf sitting, and there are several generals wearing armor next to it.

I heard the elderly elves say:

"Dear people from the Temple Research Institute, it's time for us to make a difficult choice. Those chosen gods have approached our homeland! Look!"

As soon as the picture changed, it quickly turned into a flying animal's perspective image.

Judging from the wings and claws next to it, they should be animals such as eagles.

In the picture, the chosen ones were divided into one, one on the left and one on the right, and one on the ground.

You can see the crossbows traversing around.

There were also the chosen ones riding choirs around wandering around.

Even a military novices like Gan Daosi don’t feel like an army when they see the picture in front of them.

On the contrary, the number of young people who went out for an outing was just a bit large.

The elderly elf continued:

"They assembled a large army and brought a large number of siege weapons, which is likely..."

The sound suddenly stopped, and then someone heard the sound of someone walking in and the sound of laughter and whispering.

"What?!"

The picture suddenly switched to the elderly elf.

I saw a young man standing beside the elderly elf. After the young man spoke, he stepped back to the side.

Following the elderly elf, he said with a serious expression:

"Everyone! Things may be completely beyond our imagination! We found that the God-Selected One in the White Light Forest was also moving!"

The screen switched again.

This time it was still the perspective of an eagle.

But in the picture, it turned into the White Light Forest.

Although it was very vague, you could still see some figures of the God-Selected Ones vaguely, grabbing various weapons, crowded in the woods.

The screen quickly trembled, and after a few flashes, it disappeared.

The magic power was exhausted.

Magic of high-altitude reconnaissance like this cannot last long.

The elf researchers soon whispered in concern.

"What's going on? Why did the chosen ones in the White Light Forest also start to act on a large scale?"

"Is it the God-Selected One who intends to attack us?"

"Then how many God-selected people are there? Can we keep it?"

Everyone was talking nervously, only Gan Daosi felt something was wrong.

The scene I just saw, those well-equipped Divine Selected Ones seemed to be defending something?

Wait, they want?!

"Master Lord!"

Gandaosi stood up all of a sudden. His shouting voice overwhelmed all the elf researchers and successfully attracted the attention of the elderly elves in the picture. Then he heard Gandaosi say loudly:

"Those chosen ones are probably not as simple as attacking us!"

"What?" The elderly elf in the picture was stunned for a moment. He crossed his hands and pressed on the table, his face darkened, and he said:

"You continue, Professor Gandaos."

Gan Daosi stood up and said with a very fast speech:

"Those well-equipped Divine Selected Ones camped outside the forest and arranged their crossbows and defense measures. Although the Divine Selected Ones in the White Light Forest have a lot of equipment, they are also fully armed and gathered outside the forest..."

"Gandaosi?! You mean..."

Gan Daosi's friend suddenly woke up.

Gan Daosi looked at his old friend, and said loudly:

"That's right! I mean that!"

"But it's impossible..."

"How could it be?"

"Oh my God, if that's the case..."

The researchers below whispered in concern.

Gan Daosi announced loudly:

"That's right! It's what we think! Those God-Selected Ones are here to meet with the God-Selected Ones in the White Light Forest and then come to attack our White Light City together!"

After Gan Daosi finished speaking, the following was in an uproar:

"Oh my God! Is this really the case!"

"It's over! My White Light City pill!"

"No, Lord City! Please help reinforcements!"

Although they were all panicked, the city lord quickly said:

"Everyone calm down, all calm down!"

The city lord's words obviously played a certain role. Everyone's voice gradually calmed down, and he heard the city lord continue to say:

"Professor Gandaosi, you just said that those selected people with the best equipment are defending against something, you shouldn't have finished speaking, right?"

Gandaosi nodded quickly, he looked at his colleagues around him, and then said:

"Do you remember, have you ever had this experience before? Our people were even captured by those chosen ones."

Gan Daosi said this and everyone remembered:

"Ah yes, it's been once, but there were more than 300 God-selected people that time, and their equipment was not so good."

"Yes, they don't seem to have large equipment like crossbows."

"That time, it seemed that I was attacked by two Black Dragon Lords, right?"

"Yes, Lord Wu Di took his spouse to clear out the foreign God-selected people."

After hearing that everyone finally thought of Lord Wu Di, Gan Daosi said:

"That's right! These God-Selected Ones are defending Lord Wu Di! As a black dragon, Lord Wu Di can fly away directly and find a remote place to build a nest. But he chose the side of the God-Selected One [Temple]!"

Gan Daosi stepped forward, opened his hand and said:

"Is it because Lord Wu Di has gained great benefits in the White Light Forest, and even has to be neighbors with the chosen ones, and is willing to stay in this dangerous place? How is that possible! Everyone!"

"Mr. Wu Di, this must be for us!" Gan Daosi said excitedly:

"A master Black Dragon is willing to cooperate with us to tell us the knowledge about the God-Selected Ones obtained from the Black Dragon inheritance. Although we have also paid the corresponding materials, this is a very unusual thing."

"In addition, Lord Wu Di saved us before. As a dragon clan, there is no need to do this at all. I dare say that any dragon clan will eat Soren, the Slime, as soon as possible."
To be continued...