The chosen one will not die!

When the young elves who witnessed the death of the battle appeared in front of them again, the elves of the Flame Tribe had a particularly wonderful expression.

However, they were more relieved than the anger they were deceived.

As Alice said, even if these chosen people have some bad habits, they might as well be grateful to them by the elves of the Flame Tribe.

Perhaps, it is the first impression players left on the elves.

But even so, those players who once staged tragic scenes still received prompts of a decline in favorability to varying degrees.

Especially Demacia, who was trying to die in person...

Seeing that his favor from intimacy to liked Al, his face turned green, and he quickly followed the Queen Mother Xiao, constantly pleading for apologizing...

Then, the elves arrived at the square of the elves town through the teleportation array.

When the vision in front of you changed and you could see clearly the green and exotic elves around you, all the indigenous elves couldn't help but exclaim.

"What a beautiful town! The style of these buildings... I've never seen them before!"

"It's a bit like a human, but it feels more refined than human and closer to nature!"

"Those wooden lofts and terraces are so beautiful! And the garden made of stones and pools has an indescribable smell..."

Every elves are born artists.

The elf town carefully created by the players undoubtedly opened their eyes.

Especially after Eve left the dying state, the wooden buildings in the town regained their vitality and revitalized, making the buildings look like plant houses in fairy tales, but they retained the style and charm of the original building well.

This is very consistent with the elves' aesthetics.

Listening to the elves' praise, Alice explained:

"This is an elf town, or... the Selected City! It was built by all the Selected Ones themselves. This is also the home of the Selected Ones."

After saying that, she pointed to the stone tablet in the center of the square:

"Did you see it? The stone tablet carved the names of all the chosen ones who participated in the construction of the town, but... they were carved in mysterious words that only the chosen ones could understand."

Is the town built by the chosen one?

The elves looked surprised when they heard this.

They looked at the players who were moving around in the town and constantly gathering with them, and their eyes changed again.

Feiluosier drew a symbol of Mother of Nature on his chest and exclaimed:

"It seems... they are not only brave warriors, but also noble artists!"

Samir pondered for a moment, and his expression suddenly became astonished:

"Wait... Alice, you said that the town was built by the Chosen, that is... they built a town of such a size in a few months?"

Alice glanced at the players and clicked:

“That’s how it is.”

After confirmation, the elves of the Flame Tribe exclaimed again.

With magic, it is not difficult for elves to build a city.

But it would be difficult to build such a small town that looks like a work of art and has a wide range of styles.

At the same time, they were once again shocked by the wisdom of the Mother God.

Only the true god... can get the loyalty of such a warrior, right?

"Holy land! This... is the new holy land of the Mother Goddess!"

An old elf said excitedly.

And when the elves raised their heads and saw the majestic world tree, their expressions became even more excited.

Especially for the elderly.

Unlike the young elves who have never seen the World Tree with their own eyes, these elderly people have seen the true posture of the World Tree, but the World Tree at that time had already withered and withered.

But the world tree is full of vitality now!

The green leaves fill the branches and are full of vitality.

Even when standing in the square, the elves could feel the vitality coming from the world tree and the sacred breath.

They looked devout and frenzy, and they all bowed down:

"Praise nature! Praise life! Praise the great elf master!"

"Mother Goddess, we... are back!"

And as they worshiped, the World Tree also emitted a faint halo.

Green photons flew out and decorated the square into a turquoise ocean again.

At the same time, the ethereal and ethereal sings came faintly, and all the elves felt that their hearts calmed down in an instant, and their whole body and mind were relaxed like never before.

“Welcome home.”

In their consciousness, a majestic and friendly female voice appeared.

For a moment, all the elves lowered their heads again, with a pious and excited expression.

Then, the goddess's voice resounded in their hearts again:

"The Flame Tribe... settled in Fei Lengcui and rebuilt the city with the chosen ones."

Hearing the sacred and majestic oracle, all the elves of the Fiery Tribe replied frivolously and respectfully:

"Abide by the oracle of the Mother God!"

After worshiping the World Tree, the elves of the Flame Tribe returned to Feilencui again.

From then on, Feilengcui will become their new home.

However, the captured black dragon Myriel was left behind.

This little black dragon was stunned when it was teleported to the Elf Town:

"The tree...so tall...so big!"

Due to some special reasons, the dragon inheritance in its mind is not complete, so the little guy did not recognize the giant tree in front of him as the legendary world tree.

However, it sensed the huge and terrifying pressure from the other party...

The dragon is very sensitive to breath.

In just a moment, Myriel realized that this was a terrifying creature with a strength of reaching the level of the True God.

"Ancient...Ancient God...This is definitely an ancient god!"

It shivered and recalled the majestic voice it heard.

Ancient God...

That is a rarer and more terrifying existence than the number of true gods who believe in!

Oh my God! Is there an awakened ancient god in the world of Seges?!

When Meiriel was shocked, the rope of divine power disappeared.

Then, the terrifying voice appeared in its mind again:

"Give you a choice to surrender to me."

Myriel:...

Is it a choice or a choice?!

Myriel's black dragon face turned green.

It is a noble dragon, the longest-lived golden race, and even the ancient gods cannot make it surrender!

This is the pride of the dragon!

The black dragon raised his head and shouted tragically in a tender voice:

"The dragon... will never be a slave! Even if I die, I will not surrender to you!"

After saying that, Myriel found that the other party was silent.

Myriel suddenly felt something was wrong...

A moment later, the sound that made it trembled in its mind, with a hint of fun:

"All right."

"Since you don't want to surrender, die."

"The black dragon is full of treasures, scales can be used as armor, dragon blood can make magic circles and inscriptions, and can also cultivate dragon blood warriors. Dragon meat is the highest-end ingredient and can also improve the physique of secular creatures. As for dragon heart and dragon crystal, it is more useful... Even dragon souls can be trained into the soul of the bone dragon undead, which can be combined with dragon bones..."

"Well... when I think about it, it seems like a corpse is good."

Myriel:...

Evil god!

This is definitely an abominable evil god!

The little black dragon shivered and was filled with tears.

"I...I surrender..."

Its voice is very aggrieved.
Chapter completed!