Game of the World Tree Chapter 489: You don’t understand the Chosen One at all

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The hatchling is about to hatch.

Tiberias was shocked.

Although as a chromatic dragon that is used to being alone, it doesn't pay much attention to dragon inheritance and the like.

But transporting dragon eggs and ensuring the birth of baby dragons is after all a task given to it by the old guy on Dragon Island. Even if it doesn't care much, it is relieved when it sees that its task is about to be completed.

Oh, no...

Not finished yet.

It seems that the contract partners of these young dragons must be selected from the elves.

Thinking of this, Tiberias suddenly stood up.

Its eyes glanced at the elves who continued to gather towards the square as the dragon egg moved, with a trace of disdain flashing in its eyes.

To be honest, it's not that it deliberately looks down on the other party.

But these elves are really too weak.

Not only weak, but also chaotic, not only chaotic, but also without any arrogance...

Tiberias has been observing these long ears during these days in Feilengcui.

It has heard of elves before. It is said that they are a beautiful and elegant, friendly and aloof race with strong self-esteem.

Perhaps metal dragons would prefer such a race, but as a color dragon, Tiberias is not very interested.

For color dragons, the race that can be recognized by them must be strong and ruthless enough.

However, although he is not interested, at least the elf's self-esteem, which is comparable to that of a giant dragon, makes the red dragon more or less look at the other party seriously.

However, after coming to Feilengcui, Tiberias discovered that it was not like that at all...

Forget it if you are weak.

From the perspective of humanoid aesthetics, elves are indeed beautiful. Unfortunately, in Tiberias' eyes, these elves have beautiful skins, but on the inside they are as ugly as dirty goblins...

There is no standing posture when standing, and there is no sitting posture when sitting.

What's more important is that these elves are completely different from the ones in the legend. They have no dignity of their own at all!

In order to get a bit of their own saliva, in order to get a piece of their own scales, these elves can almost face any ridicule of themselves with a smile, and are willing to do anything for themselves.

Perhaps such behavior is suitable for a servant, but from the perspective of a contract partner, Tiberias feels that signing a contract with such a being is simply an insult to the dragon.

Only those who respect themselves will be respected by others.

A race that can throw away its dignity will never be recognized by the dragon.

Of course, except Miss Zero, who is a beautiful and powerful, aloof and mysterious strong person.

Tiberias thought.

"Huh? Are you about to break out of your shell? I wonder which lucky chosen ones will be chosen by the little guys this time."

Looking at the dragon egg with cracks spreading, the black dragon Meirel said to himself excitedly.

And hearing its words, a trace of contempt flashed in Tiberia's eyes:

"Merrell, it seems that you have been completely assimilated by these humble ants."

After saying that, it looked at the excited players around it with a mocking look on its face:

“Such weak and undignified ants, I don’t know what the old guys think, but they are willing to let them sign a contract with the noble dragon... I think, at most, they can serve as the noble dragon for a while. Servant of the dragon!"

"Weak? No dignity? Tsk..."

After hearing Tiberias' words, Merrill smacked his lips as if he had heard a funny joke.

"What? Am I right?"

Tiberia frowned and said.

"No, of course not, you don't understand these chosen elves at all."

Merrell kept shaking his head.

After speaking, it looked at the red dragon again, half smiling:

"Red Dragon, before you came here from Dragon Island, you didn't know what happened on the mainland recently, right?"

"What happened on the mainland? Isn't it the revival of magic power, and some ancient beings have appeared one after another?"

Tiberias was a little confused.

After hearing its words, Merrill shook his head:

"It seems that you really don't know much about what happened in the Elf Forest."

After speaking, it looked at the players around it and sighed:

"If you get to know them, you will realize how terrifying they are, and if you interact with them in depth, you will realize how proud they are."

"Weak? Hey! Don't think that what you see is everything. Most of the chosen ones who stay here are just rookies and guys who don't like fighting. In their words, Fei Lengcui is A novice village doing life tasks! Not to mention, the power of individuals is not what scares them at all!"

"No dignity? Haha... If the Chosen Ones have no dignity, if the Chosen Ones are not proud enough, then in my opinion, there is no more arrogant or crazy guy in the world..."

Arrogant? crazy?

After hearing what Merrill said, Tiberias was confused.

It glanced at the elves who even fought for a mouthful of saliva from it. They had no limits and were willing to do anything, and the frown deepened...

Where does such a guy get his dignity?

While the two giant dragons were talking, the five dragon eggs finally broke out of their shells.

Five cute little guys slowly poked their heads out.

A black dragon, a blue dragon, and three green dragons.

However, at the moment when the shell was broken, a dense light fell on the five young dragons.

Then...the five little guys were wrapped in a strange power and hidden in the light...

"Hmm...? This feeling is...a spiritual space?"

Feeling the fluctuations coming from the direction of the young dragon, Meirel's eyes lit up.

Spiritual space?

Tiberias was slightly startled.

It also sensed the fluctuations on the dragon egg, which were a kind of ethereal and thick mental fluctuations, and it was not like it had never encountered similar fluctuations in the past few days.

Occasionally, it will see such fluctuations in some humble ants.

Similar fluctuations usually appear on more than one elves at the same time. When such fluctuations occur on their bodies, the person will often stand still and will not return to normal until the mental fluctuations completely disappear...

Merrell seemed to understand this quite well. It glanced at the confused Tiberias and laughed proudly:

"Hey, you don't even know about the spiritual space? Can you be called a knowledgeable dragon?"

Due to racial inheritance and lifespan, giant dragons, whether metal dragons or color dragons, are often wise men with profound knowledge...

For an adult red dragon with a lifespan of at least five hundred years, this is indeed a mockery.

"Huh, for a guy who was crippled by elves, of course I know what spiritual space is!"

Tiberia bared her teeth and said.

Spiritual space is a special space created by some beings with powerful souls who use their spiritual power to influence reality. They can pull the souls of other weak beings into it and are often used in spiritual magic.

But after saying that, the red dragon Tiberias looked in the direction of the young dragon.

Its expression is a little solemn.

It can feel a power as deep as the ocean from that kind of mental fluctuation.

That kind of terrifying power seems to have the ability to destroy the world, and even gives it a kind of instinctive fear...

What kind of spiritual world is this... exactly?

Could it be...

It turned its head and looked at the Temple of Life on one side of the square, which had been almost repaired, and its eyes became serious.

"Yes, it is the great world...ahem, the spiritual world created by Eve!"

Merrell coughed dryly and said proudly.

Sure enough...

Tiberias suddenly understood.

The only spiritual space that can give it such a strong sense of threat is the hand of the true God.

"Tsk, it seems that this time, the contractor will be decided in the virtual space. I was still thinking about how so many chosen ones would be selected. It turns out that Your Majesty Eve has already had an idea."

Merrell murmured.

After saying that, it looked at Tiberias again, with a bit of provocation in its eyes:

"Hey, roasted red big lizard."

"What's wrong black dog?"

"Don't you want to know the uniqueness of these chosen elves? Your Majesty Eve left the entrance to the spiritual space in the young dragon. If you have the courage, follow me into the spiritual space and take a look!"

Merrell said with his head raised.

Enter the spiritual space?

Tiberias hesitated.

You cannot enter the spiritual space casually. Once you enter, it means that the other party holds your life and death in your hands...

As an aloof red dragon, Tiberias is naturally resistant to such a thing.

"Hey, don't you dare, you are a coward."

Merrell laughed, then his body shook, and similar mental fluctuations appeared on his body.

This is entering the spiritual world created by Eve.

As a devout believer of Eve, Merrill is also connected to the game system. As long as Eve opens the channel, he will naturally be able to directly enter the virtual space created by Eve for players.

Noticing the changes in Mairel, Tiberias hesitated for a moment, but in the end her competitiveness prevailed.

"The old guy said that the goddess of life is already an ally of the dragon, so there should be... no danger!"

It comforted itself, then walked to the light and stretched out its soul power...

As the soul power was revealed, Tiberias felt a strong suction coming from her. Soon... she felt the world spinning, and her surrounding vision suddenly changed.

It found itself on a towering cliff, and below was a vast forest.

But it knows that all this is illusory, a spiritual world created by the true God, and it is just a trace of soul and main consciousness pulled in.

"Hey, you actually came in, and Myrrell has changed his view of you a little bit."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from beside it.

Tiberia turned around and saw that the person speaking was an elf boy who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old.

His hair is black and his eyes have scarlet vertical pupils.

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However, the moment she saw him, Tiberias recognized his identity.

It raised its eyebrows slightly:

"It seems that you are very fond of elves. I didn't expect that in the spiritual world, the human form is always in the form of elves."

The black-haired elf boy, Mairel, clicked his tongue, looked at Tiberias, and said:

"You didn't surprise me, you chose a half-dragon."

After the dragon reaches the gold level, it will have the ability to transform. Generally speaking, it will choose a humanoid as its transformation posture.

At first, Myriel's human form was that of a human, but after so long, it has long since changed into an elf form as the Romans do.

As for the red dragon Tiberias...

The human-like posture she displays is that of a half-dragon girl with dragon scales on her forehead, red hair, red eyes, billowy waves, and a voluptuous figure.

"Of course, even if you turn into a humanoid form, you must be proud of the dragon clan."

Tiberias said proudly.

Merrell did not argue with her on this topic anymore, but looked at the forest below and said:

"Take a good look at the true appearance of the Elf Chosen Ones."

A real gesture?

After listening to Merrill's words, Tiberias looked towards the forest below.

In the center of the forest are five naive little dragons. They are the five little dragons who were also pulled into the spiritual world.

Of course, like Tiberias, they only have a hint of soul power and the main consciousness carried by the soul power.

However, compared to the five young dragons looking around curiously, Tiberias is more concerned about other things...

I saw bright lights flashing through the forest, like shining stars, all over the world.

Every time a ray of light flashes, an elf appears in the forest.

One, and another.

And through the other party's habitual jumping around, Tiberias also recognized their identities.

There is no doubt that these are the chosen ones.

However, what surprised Tiberias was that she did not feel even a trace of soul fluctuations from the Chosen Ones. It seemed that they had successfully entered this spiritual world by relying only on their consciousness.

As time passed, an even more surprising scene appeared for her.

At the beginning, there were not many chosen ones.

However, less than three minutes have passed, and the frequency and number of the chosen ones have begun to increase exponentially, appearing in the forest below in an extremely crazy manner...

In the blink of an eye, Tiberias saw that the forest was densely packed with chosen elves in different costumes.

That number was far more than the Elf Chosen Ones she saw in Feileng Cui... probably tens of thousands, or even more than one hundred thousand!

"So many? Doesn't it mean that the number of elves is very rare?"

Tiberias looked surprised.

The elves gathered by Fei Lengcui had already surprised her.

At this moment, the number of Elf Chosen Ones exceeded her imagination.

She simply couldn't count how many Elf Chosen Ones there were below, and the last time she saw a similar scene was hundreds of years ago when she passed by the battlefield where the human Holy Mania Empire and the Iris Empire fought. When...

However, this was not what surprised her the most.

What was most surprising was that she felt strong evil aura from nearly half of the chosen ones who descended.

Evil spirit is a very strange thing, illusory, but real.

The spiritual world can continuously amplify a person's evil spirit and expose it to the light.

Looking at the chosen elves in the forest, Tiberias eyes gradually became serious.

Except for those elves with extremely low strength, those with better equipment tend to have heavy evil spirits.

And for a small number of them, the evil spirit is even more shockingly strong, as if they are real.

Not even battle-hardened soldiers, experienced bounty hunters and mercenaries have such evil aura...

That can’t be achieved simply by killing some monsters or humans...

In fact, battle-hardened soldiers and experienced mercenaries may not have killed many lives.

Only when you walk between life and death every day, are immersed in killing every day, regard killing as a part of your life, and have countless terrifying existences dying in your hands, can you condense such an astonishing evil spirit.

This is the evil spirit that can only be created by strong men who have emerged from the sea of ​​blood.

That feeling is like a demon returning from hell...

Of course, if Tiberias knew that behind this evil aura were the souls of tens of thousands of orcs, the destruction of hundreds of thousands of undead and goblins, and the fall of hundreds of thousands of shadow creatures and demons, If all kinds of monsters within a radius of hundreds of kilometers are wiped out...

Then she won't feel it's against the law.

Natural disasters are not called casually.