(PS Today’s second chapter, The Chosen II, is presented. The first chapter, The Chosen I, is the chapter updated yesterday. It has been modified. Those who haven’t read it can just click on it to read it.

Well, I tried to update the next chapter before twelve o'clock. I felt really exhausted. Fortunately, I have sorted out my thoughts. Fifteen thousand updates a day would really kill me.

But in order to compensate everyone, the next chapter is a free chapter, which is also 5,000 words!!

Finally, I apologize to everyone again!)

Red Kapok opened the curtains layer by layer and passed through each room. Many people recognized him and greeted him kindly. Red Kapok nodded to each one; the person he was looking for was in the innermost room, there.

There was a short table, and several people had been sitting around here waiting for a while. Whispering sounds came from time to time among them, but most people's eyes finally turned to an older mage in a gray robe in the upper corner.

Most of these looks are more respectful than awe, and it is obvious that this mage is quite respected here.

"Burning Thorns, the hands of despair are mobilizing on a large scale." As soon as Red Kapok entered the room, he put a note on the table.

Everyone was silent, and someone joked inappropriately: "Kapok, you're late." But no one responded to him, and the room was silent. There seemed to be a kind of explosive power brewing in the air.

It's as if even the space itself has tension.

After a long while, a young man raised his head and asked: "Direction?"

"Four towns to the east."

"That side should be the direction that the Guardians of Faith are responsible for," someone said. Several people turned back to look at this person, as if scolding him for making such a fuss.

"How many?" the young man asked a little hastily.

"At least one column." Red Kapok replied.

"Is the news confirmed?"

Red Kapok nodded at him.

"Can the Guardian of Faith provide us with the teleportation coordinates?" The young man stood up.

"The other side has already replied to the letter, okay."

The young man turned back, as if asking everyone else: "Including NPCs, how many mages do we have who can cast teleportation spells?"

After a period of whispered discussion, someone replied: "From the feedback from various places, there should be more than ten."

A smile appeared on the young man's face: "The June offensive has begun. Our informants did not deceive us. Then give them the signal and the counterattack has begun."

"But over there on Rune Island...?" Red Kapok was worried about this issue.

The young man turned back and looked at the old mage in gray robes: "Master Bampus, please."

The old man smiled slightly: "Ranji, don't worry, you are definitely not fighting alone."

…

A place of quiet contemplation.

The crystal ball on Milkay's table lit up slightly, and the prince of the forest elf raised his eyebrows and stood tall. All the attendants around him looked at him in confusion, but the latter just lightly swept the corner of his clothes and put a

Ye Shuji lay flat on the table. Then he said to someone in a calm tone: "Our old enemy is here. My people, the horn has sounded, this will be a continuation of the war -"

"Go, the goddess will protect you."

There was silence in the oak hall at first, and then suddenly fell into chaos. Every elf rushed out of the door, each carrying an aura of excitement and nervousness.

Milkai turned around and looked out the window. There was silence in the forest——

…

As an important hub connecting the port of Furtag and the southern hills, Mirocolo has always been a must-stop for travelers and adventurers between the two places. Now, the Boot Inn in this town with a history of hundreds of years has welcomed its arrival.

Among the five strange guests, the tall elf walked at the front. He put one hand on the brim of his long-brimmed hat, covering his extremely handsome face.

Behind him was a big man, his whole body covered by a long black cloak. He walked with a roar, like a moving wall. Next to him was a well-behaved little girl with a polite expression.

Wen looked around weakly.

When the elf turned around to look, he happened to see a halfling's round face and pointed chin. Half Apple raised his head and grinned at him, and sat down carelessly: "Want a glass of ale, how about you?"

"I don't need it," the poet replied calmly.

Then Mao Mao dodged and came to a few people. She had several money bags hanging on her hands, which were obviously harvested from sneaking around in the crowd before. She put the money bags on the table, looked around, and

The deputy looked around. "I want milk," she said.

"You have to pay for it yourself."

"Why?"

"You have to go out to get in." Half Apple said, staring at the money bag in her hand.

"Well said, I'm treating you -" the little cat snapped his fingers and turned back to stare at Yun as gracefully as a cat, "Idiot, what do you want?"

The poet raised his eyelids and looked at her, quietly saying: "Whatever."

"The milk?"

"No milk." Yun objected.

"Fruit wine?" The kitten didn't seem to care and just asked.

The poet nodded, and the kitten confirmed: "How about two portions of fruit wine?"

The halfling tapped his fingers on the wooden table: "Kitten, don't bully Xinyu."

The girl rolled her eyes at him: "Only a fool doesn't know what his girlfriend likes. Haven't you noticed that Xin Yu*** orders fruit wine every time?"

"I'm not..." Xinyu murmured, and her face was so red that she was about to bleed.

"What are you not? Don't like fruit wine?" Kitten deliberately distorted her meaning: "What about milk?"

"no……"

Half Apple shook his head and turned sideways to listen to the discussion of several players. They were talking about the recent riots in Furtag Port. It is said that Furtag Harbor is now in chaos, and the soldiers of the Rune Island Empire are

Several players are wanted there, and they speculate that those players may be the culprits of this riot. However, Half Apple believes that most of their guesses are correct, but there are also some fallacies.

Because they were the ones who caused this incident, and the precious slate is now in the poet's backpack.

When the halfling thought about that incident, he couldn't help but bared his teeth and looked at Yun's backpack. But at this moment, the door of the hotel was pushed open with a "swish" sound, and everyone was shocked - Xiao

The cat jumped up as if its hair was exploding, the poet's hand was on the hilt of his sword, and the big man Put grabbed his cloak and was about to lift it off.

"Hush, the forces of Rune Island haven't taken root here yet, and the Hands of Despair will not seriously carry out their wanted orders. Relax, old man." Half Apple said in a low voice.

As expected, several people relaxed, but they were only loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

Xinyu turned her head and looked carefully toward the door: the player who came in was wearing a black shirt with silver thorn patterns on it. Thorn Knight, the little girl's face changed, and she was in Futag Port.

The most powerful opponents that their group encountered were these Thorn Knights. These people were generally of high levels, had rich combat experience, and were familiar with the players' actions. They were extremely difficult to deal with.

But the Thorn Knight just opened his throat and shouted: "All the people of the Hand of Despair, come out and assemble."

He shouted once, and the entire hotel lobby fell silent.

He shouted again, and the hotel buzzed with discussion, and many people stood up - the players of Hand of Despair in the South still accounted for the majority. After all, if you don't join such a behemoth, it will be difficult for you to get along.

It has to go on. And the Hand of Despair is actually very lenient with peripheral members. They usually organize members with more than three angel stones left into the main group, and those with less than three angel stones will usually be transferred into some less experienced members unless they request it.

fighting columns.

For the main battle group, the Hand of Despair's subsidies are also very high. The senior leaders of the guild usually use this method to balance the interests of core members and peripheral members.

Inside the hotel, Half Apple and Yun looked at each other. They placed a little bit on themselves and their female companions respectively. In just a moment, the magic trick turned their cloaks into pitch black.

"Go out and take a look?" the halfling asked.

The poet nodded.

The Thorn Knight stood at the door, picking his own heads one by one, but when he saw the tall and short group of five people, he couldn't help being stunned. "Are you from here?" he asked with some doubts.

Tao, in Canaan, most players in a place are familiar with each other, especially in the guild. Although there are many people, most of them can be called by name.

Just like Xiao Fen in Ever Dark Town, he knew at least most of the people in the town before he ventured out. Of course, many of them may not have interacted with each other, but at least they had heard each other's names.

Just like the current situation, this Thorn Knight obviously has no impression of Half Apple's group.

"Ah, we are from the ninth column." Half Apple said as he took out a piece of white paper from his cloak and handed it over: "Brother, this is our letterhead. We plan to go to Lubens Town."

When taking out the piece of paper, he secretly signaled to the female thief behind him. Xiaomao quietly covered one of his hands with his cloak——

The Knight of Thorns accepted the letter with some doubts, but after taking a look at it, he couldn't help but ask: "Is this your letter?"

He held the white paper between his two fingers and shook it.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Half Apple looked embarrassed: "I took it by mistake."

There was a burst of laughter around. However, when Half Apple went to pick up the letter again, the other hand had already made an alternating movement with the kitten. Both of them had frighteningly high kung fu skills, and no one could see them clearly.

As he moved, the halfling Cong took out another letter from his arms. He glanced at the letter, as if confirming it, and then handed it over again.

The Knight of Thorns took the letter and looked at it suspiciously, but there was nothing wrong with the sealing wax and seal. He checked it with the guild's unique spell, and the displayed information was still consistent, and then he handed the letter back with confidence: "You guys

Come too, we happen to have a portal to Lubens Town."

Portal?

Half Apple exchanged glances with the poet again, but said: "Transportation gate? That's great. That will save us a lot of trouble, but is there no problem?"
To be continued...