Game of the World Tree Chapter 490: The choice of the young dragon
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"What a strong evil spirit! Are these elves really elves? How many creatures have they killed?"
Looking at the chosen elves in the forest, the eyes of the red dragon Tiberias were filled with brilliance.
Leaving aside the strength of these elves, the evil spirit they displayed was indeed beyond her expectation.
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She suddenly felt that these long ears in the name of loving peace were not as docile as the legends say...
If I had known...before I came here, I would have found out what happened to these so-called Elf Chosen Ones.
Tiberias said to herself in her heart.
She was picked up by her father while she was sleeping and blasted out of Dragon Island to complete the mission.
Before coming, Tiberias had not done any detailed investigation into the Elf Forest. She only knew that there seemed to be a goddess of life among the elves, and she had concluded a contract with the dragon clan.
However, at this moment, she suddenly realized that these elves who called themselves players... were not as disgusting as she had thought, just like the various servant races she had encountered in the past. They only bullied the weak and feared the strong.
Because evil spirits can only be developed in real **** battles.
Color dragons worship power and destruction.
This rich evil spirit not only surprised her, but also made her take these elves seriously.
Looking at Tiberias' somewhat surprised expression, the corners of Merrill's mouth rose crazily.
He smiled and looked even more proud.
That look made the red dragon feel that it was not the players but him, Myriel, who was surprised.
However, this expression that almost said "You don't understand anything, you are still too young, learn from me" made the red dragon feel very unhappy.
She raised her head proudly, glanced at a certain black dragon contemptuously, and said:
"Huh, so what if there is evil spirit? The demons in the abyss and **** planes also have strong evil spirit, but most of them are just food in the mouths of superiors, and these elves... are not even powerful. There are no demons!"
"Strength?"
Hearing Tiberias' rebuttal, Meryl rarely mocked directly, but let out a chuckle.
I saw him raising his chin high and continuing:
"Tiberias, do you think... how long did it take for these chosen ones to achieve their current strength?"
How long did it take to achieve this level of strength?
Tiberias was slightly startled.
She wasn't sure what the other party meant, but...she still knew some of the secrets of the elves.
"Hmph, how long did it take for you to reach your current strength? As a silver race, the average strength is not even silver. This is a joke in itself. Of course... even if it reaches silver, it is just a big one in my eyes. Just a little ant."
She replied proudly.
As an adult red dragon, a strong person almost standing at the top of the food chain in the secular world, she is indeed confident and proud.
However, after listening to her words, Meirel shook his head, while shaking his head and sighing:
"Hey...you don't understand the Chosen One at all."
Tiberias:......
Looking at the other person's condescending look, she suddenly had the urge to beat him aside.
However, this is the spiritual world created by the True God. Every move of all existence is under the eyes of the True God. No matter how unhappy she is, she does not dare to act rashly.
Of course, as a proud and vengeful red dragon, she had already made a note of Merrill in her heart.
"Tiberias."
Merrell spoke again.
But this time, his expression showed a hint of mission:
"If I tell you that these chosen elves have grown from mere level 1 ants to level 48 silver professionals in less than two years, what do you think..."
"This is impossible!"
Tiberia subconsciously retorted.
Crossing four ranks within one year is something even the fastest-growing geniuses in the human race cannot do!
It is true that elves are a silver race, but let alone the fact that the strength of the elves has plummeted, even in history, it takes at least one hundred and fifty years for an elf to go from birth to adulthood!
Of course, now that the magic power has recovered, the strength of each race will definitely increase explosively.
But it has only been in the past few months that the magic has really begun to recover rapidly...
And in a few months, let alone level 1, Tiberias did not even believe that any race could cross three levels from level 10 to become a silver professional!
Hmm... maybe the legendary original elves can do it, but this stupid black dragon doesn't want to tell her that these chosen elves are all original elves, right?
"Don't believe it yet, think about it carefully! The chosen elves you have seen in Feilengcui these days, think about their strength and their changes."
Merrell shook his head and said.
Tiberias was slightly startled.
She never pays special attention to the weak.
Therefore, when she discovered that the Elf Chosen Ones who wanted to please her were so weak that they were even worse than Goblins, she stopped paying close attention to them.
However, hearing Mairel's words at this moment, and looking at the more and more elves below, Tiberias remembered something that she had ignored...
Yes...
When she first came to the Elf Forest, many of the Elf Chosen Ones she encountered were of pitifully low levels. Many were not even level 5. They were simply ants among ants.
However, looking at this moment, among the densely packed Elf Chosen Ones, there are almost no existences below level 5, or in other words... existences below level 10 are already quite rare.
Elves of the Black Iron rank are everywhere, and even Tiberias saw some familiar guys.
That was the elf who had pleased her these days.
And this made Tiberias finally realize a reality that made her feel extremely ridiculous:
"When did these elves...be promoted to the Black Iron level?"
7 days!
It’s only been 7 days since I came to the Elf Forest!
In 7 days, they were promoted to Black Iron?
Are they Abyss Worms? !
(Note: Abyss worms will devour each other like poisonous insects, and lucky ones can evolve into little devils with black iron strength in a short period of time)
Tiberia's expression instantly became serious, because she suddenly realized that this black dragon... was probably telling the truth!
These strange elves... took less than a year to grow into silver professionals!
As a red dragon that has lived for hundreds of years, Tiberias knows what this means.
Give me an example.
In the world of Sagas, humans are a race with a very weak average individual strength, and their life span is not long.
However, humans only rely on the rapid promotion of some geniuses, and their high-end combat power alone is enough to suppress many races...
But now, in front of her, there are so many beings who are no less than human geniuses and even have longer lifespans.
Perhaps not much changes in one year.
But what about 2 years, 3 years... 10 years?
And where are their limits?
You must know that rapid promotion represents potential. The faster the promotion, the higher the upper limit that can be achieved.
And for a group of guys who can climb from level 1 to level 10 or above in a short period of time, their potential is definitely not Silver level!
Thinking of this, Tiberias took a breath.
At this moment, she suddenly realized why the old guys were optimistic about the elves.
Because...this is simply a group of monsters that are constantly expanding!
Not to mention, they are not as good as the legend...
Because a kind-hearted guy who loves peace will not have such a strong evil spirit on his body!
"It seems...you have almost thought of how scary they are."
Merrell said leisurely.
Tiberias was silent.
But soon, she thought of another thing...
Where did these Elf Chosen Ones come from?
Is it the work of the goddess Eve? Rely on the scepter of life?
If it is really Him, then the true God who controls the priesthood of life is probably much more powerful and terrifying than the outside world knows...
The behavior of believers often represents the behavior of the true God.
The thoughts of believers often mean the thoughts of the true God.
After discovering the evil aura of these chosen elves, Tiberias finally realized that the elves were really about to change.
"Is this...preparing for revenge?"
She murmured.
She heard some things about the elves from the old guys, especially the disaster that the elves suffered thousands of years ago.
And now it seems... this new true **** of the Elf clan may be revitalizing the Elf clan.
Otherwise, He would not have been able to create so many elves "monsters"!
This is simply an army with terrible potential...
Sighing in her heart, Tiberias eyes finally changed when she looked at these elves.
However, she still had unanswered questions in her heart.
"Black Dragon."
She looked at Merrill.
"What do you mean when you say that these chosen elves are the most arrogant and crazy beings you have ever seen?"
she asked.
Tiberias was curious.
Because in her opinion, even though the potential of these Elf Chosen Ones is terrifying, the behavior they display is devoid of dignity.
But Merrill just chuckled.
He said meaningfully:
"Tiberias, do you think a group of beings who fear power and bully the weak and fear the strong will be keen on slaying dragons, gods and challenging the strong?"
"Have you heard of Demon God Azazel? He is sealed underground in the Elf Forest. Now every day, the chosen ones of elves will visit his sealed place and take pleasure in defeating him. ."
"By the way, they have also defeated the incarnation of the God of Winter and Hunting, and even desecrated the temple of the Lord of Eternity, not to mention that they can be resurrected infinitely."
"With such existence, don't you think they are crazy?"
No...infinite resurrection? !
Tiberias opened her mouth wide with a look of astonishment.
"What does infinite resurrection mean?"
she asked.
Merrell gave her a strange look:
"Don't you know? You don't know? Didn't the elders of Long Island tell you?"
Tiberias:......
"Hey, you'll figure it out later, maybe it won't take long."
Looking at the other party's somewhat confused expression, Merrill smiled.
Tiberias:......
She suddenly felt that she seemed to have missed a lot of things.
Merrell’s words continued:
"Speaking of..."
He glanced at Red Dragon and said:
"If you hadn't become an ally, they wouldn't please you. In their eyes, you would only become someone they hope to defeat, and after killing you, they would use every part of your body... Well, just like human adventurers."
"What you see is just because they are more utilitarian, so they are willing to make concessions, and under the constraints of the True God Crown, they directly regard you as a friendly party, not because they have no Dignity."
"Speaking of which, to them, you and I are just passers-by in a game. What you care about, they don't care about. All they see is getting stronger."
Tiberia opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
As if he thought of something, Merrill's expression suddenly softened:
"Of course, although they have strong utilitarianism, they can also become friends...well, real friends."
After speaking, he looked at the forest below again and said with a smile:
"Well... it seems that the little guys have already chosen a target, tsk tsk... they still have to go through competition."
Hearing what Merrill said, Tiberias also looked down.
I saw five young dragons gathering together and actually started fighting.
Why did the fight start?
Tiberias was stunned.
However, she soon understood the reason why these young dragons were fighting.
They all left their auras on the same Elf Chosen One, who was a black-haired male Elf. The evil aura on his body was terrifyingly strong, and his level was the highest Tiberias had ever seen.
These young dragons... are fighting over who can become the contract partner of this Elf Chosen One.
Tiberias:......
This scene is both unexpected and reasonable.
After all, no matter from which angle you look at it, the chosen one who is targeted by several young dragons at the same time is indeed the strongest and best among them all.
The battle between the five young dragons soon came to an end.
In the end, the strongest black dragon hatchling became the winner.
I saw it holding its proud little head up and swaying towards the chosen one.
However, the struggle of the remaining four hatchlings is not over yet.
They continued to fight...
And this time, it was for a red-haired female Elf Chosen One, a female Elf warrior.
A moment later, the blue dragon, who was good at lightning breath, became the winner.
The remaining three green dragons finally chose an elf warrior and two druids one-on-one.
All the chosen elves are professionals with silver strength.
At the same time, Tiberias also heard the voices of the chosen elves talking about each other below:
"These baby dragons are so fierce...Why do I think they are generally more powerful than the previous metal dragons?"
"It's not what you think, it's a fact. If you identify it, look at the panel, and compare the records on the forum, you will find that they are indeed more powerful than several dragon species except the golden dragon..."
"Golden Dragon... Speaking of which, I heard that the Optimists were almost bankrupted by the Golden Dragon..."
"Hahaha, you deserve it!"
"You have to keep the dragon you chose, even if you try to sell it."
"However, I think the black dragon is cooler! It's also very suitable for lunch bosses!"
"That's right! The lunch boss is the lunch boss, and the five young dragons are competing for the contract, so they have a good deal!"
"Boss Jasmine under the moon is also very powerful! Is she a fourth-test player? It's terrible... She is even more popular with young dragons than Boss Fried Tomatoes... She deserves to be a Valkyrie!"
"Boss Tomato is also very powerful! The one who chose him is the strongest one among the three green dragons, right?"
"Sure enough, if the strength is almost the same, even the color dragon will choose the druid..."
"I'm envious... I have to wait for the next contract."
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