Game of the World Tree

The hatchling is about to break its shell.

Tiberias was shocked.

Although it is a chromatic dragon who is used to being alone, it does not pay much attention to the inheritance of giant dragons.

But transporting the dragon eggs and ensuring the birth of the hatchlings is the 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 yet completed.

It seems that the contract partners of these wyrmlings will also be selected from among the elves.

Thinking of this, Tiberias suddenly stood up.

Its gaze swept to the elves who kept gathering towards the square following the change of the dragon egg, and a trace of disdain flashed in its eyes.

Seriously, it's not that it deliberately looks down on each other.

But these elves are really too weak.

Not only weak, but also chaotic, not only chaotic, but without the slightest bit of a proud heart...

Tiberias stayed in the jadeite days, and was also observing these long ears.

It has heard of elves before, and it is said that this is a beautiful and elegant, friendly and arrogant race, with strong self-esteem.

Metal dragons might like this kind of race, but as a chromatic dragon, Tiberias is not very interested.

For chromatic dragons, the races that can be recognized by them must be strong and fierce.

However, although not interested, at least the elf's self-esteem is comparable to that of a giant dragon, and it makes the red dragon more or less face up to the other party from the bottom of his heart.

However, after coming to Emerald Green, Tiberias found that it was not like that at all...

Even weak.

In terms of humanoid aesthetics, elves are indeed beautiful, but unfortunately in Tiberia's eyes, these elves have good-looking skins, but they are as ugly as dirty goblins...

Standing or not standing, sitting or not sitting.

More importantly, these elves are completely different from the legendary ones, they have no dignity at all!

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

Perhaps this kind of behavior is very suitable as a servant, but from the perspective of a contract partner, Tiberias feels that signing a contract with such an existence is simply an insult to the dragon.

Self-respecting people will be respected by others.

And a race that can easily abandon its dignity will never be recognized by the dragon.

Of course, with the exception of Miss Ling, who is a beautiful and powerful, arrogant and mysterious powerhouse.

Tiberias thought.

"Huh? Are you going to break the shell? I don't know which lucky ones will be picked up by the little guys this time."

Looking at the dragon eggs that were constantly spreading cracks, the black dragon Merrell said to himself with some excitement.

And hearing it, Tiberia's eyes flashed with contempt:

"Meriel, it seems that you guy has been completely assimilated by these humble ants."

After finishing speaking, it looked at the excited players around, mocking:

"Such a weak and dignified ant, I don't know what the old guys think, they are willing to let them sign a contract with the noble dragon... I think they can serve as servants of the noble dragon at most. !"

"Weak? No dignity? Tsk..."

Hearing Tiberia's words, Meryl smacked his lips as if he had heard a funny joke.

"What? Am I right?"

Tiberias frowned.

"No, of course not, you don't know these Elf Chosen at all."

Merrill shook his head.

After finishing speaking, it looked at the red dragon again, with a half-smile but not a smile:

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

"What happened on the continent? Isn't it just the recovery of magic power, and some ancient existences have also appeared in the world?"

Tiberias was a little puzzled.

And after listening to it, Merrell shook his head:

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

After finishing speaking, it looked at the surrounding players and sighed:

"If you get to know them, you realize how scary they are, and if you get to know them, you realize how proud they are."

"Weak? Hey! Don't think that what you see is everything. The Chosen Ones who stay here are mostly just rookies who just arrived and guys who don't like to fight. In their words, Fei Leng Cui is doing life tasks. The novice village! Not to mention, the power of individuals is not their terror at all!"

"No dignity? Heh... If the Chosen Ones are not dignified, if the Chosen Ones are not proud enough, then in my opinion, there is no more arrogant and crazier guy in this world..."

arrogant? crazy?

Hearing Meryl's words, Tiberias was at a loss.

Its eyes swept over those elves who were willing to do anything for their saliva, and they frowned even deeper...

Where does such a guy get his dignity?

During the conversation between the two giant dragons, the five dragon eggs finally broke their shells.

Five cute little guys slowly stuck 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 descended 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... mental space?"

Feeling the fluctuations in the direction of the young dragon, Merrell's eyes lit up.

Spiritual space?

Tiberias was slightly taken aback.

It also sensed the fluctuations on the dragon egg, which were a kind of ethereal and thick mental fluctuations, and similar fluctuations, it was not unheard of in the past few days.

Occasionally, it sees such fluctuations in the humble ants.

Similar fluctuations usually appear on multiple or more elves at the same time, and when such fluctuations appear on their bodies, they often stay in place until the mental fluctuations completely disappear before returning to normal...

Merrell seemed to understand this quite well. It glanced at Tiberias with a bewildered face and sneered complacently:

"Hey, don't you even know about mental space? That's what you call a knowledgeable dragon?"

Due to racial inheritance and longevity, whether metal dragons or chromatic dragons, giant dragons are often knowledgeable and wise...

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

"Hmph, the guy who was raised by the elves, of course I know what spiritual space is!"

Tiberias grinned.

Spiritual space is a special space created by some powerful souls using spiritual power to influence reality. It can pull the souls of other weak existences into it, and is often used in spiritual magic.

But after speaking, the red dragon Tiberia looked in the direction of the young dragon again.

It's expression is a little dignified.

From that mental fluctuation, it can feel a kind of power like the sea.

That kind of terrifying power seems to have the ability to destroy the sky and the earth, and it even makes it generate a kind of instinctual fear...

This... what is the spiritual world shaped by existence?

Is it...

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

"That's right, it's the great world... Well, the spiritual world created by Eve!"

Merrell coughed dryly and said proudly.

really……

Tiberias was stunned.

The spiritual space that can give it such a strong sense of threat can only come from the hands of the true god.

"Tsk, it seems that this time, the contractor is going to be decided in the virtual space. I was still thinking about how so many heavenly choosers would choose. It turns out that His Majesty Eve has an idea."

Merrell muttered.

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

"Hey, roasted red lizard."

"What's wrong, black dog?"

"Don't you want to know the uniqueness of these Elf Chosen? Her Majesty Eve left an entrance to the spiritual space in the young dragon. If you have the courage, come with me into the spiritual space to have a look!"

Merrill raised his head and said.

Into spiritual space?

Tiberias hesitated.

Spiritual space cannot be entered casually. Once entered, it means that the other party holds his own life and death in his hands...

As a solitary red dragon, Tiberias was naturally opposed to such a thing.

"Hey, don't you dare, cowardly guy."

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

This is to enter the spiritual world shaped by Eve.

As a devout believer of Eve, Merrell, who 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 the players.

Noticing the change in Merrell, Tiberias hesitated for a while, but in the end, her competitive spirit prevailed.

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

It comforted itself, then walked to the light, and probed its own soul power...

As the soul power came out, Tiberia only felt a strong suction coming, and soon... it felt a whirlwind, and the surrounding vision suddenly changed.

It found itself on a high cliff with a vast forest below.

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

"Hey, actually came in, Merrell has changed a little bit towards you."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from beside it.

Tiberias turned her head to look, and found that the speaker was an elf boy who looked thirteen or fourteen years old.

His hair is black, and his eyes are scarlet vertical pupils.

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, you will use the elf form to transform into a human form."

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

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

After stepping into the golden rank, dragons will have the ability to change shape. Generally speaking, they will choose a humanoid as their shape change posture.

At the earliest time, Merrell's human form was human, but after so long, it has long since changed to the appearance of an elf.

And as for the red dragon Tiberias...

The humanoid posture she showed was the image of a half-dragon girl with dragon scales on her forehead, red hair, red eyes, turbulent waves, and an enchanting figure.

"Of course, even if it is transformed into a humanoid, it must be proud of the dragon."

Tiberias said proudly.

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

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

real gesture?

Hearing Meryl's words, Tiberia looked towards the forest below.

In the center of the forest were five naive young dragons, the five little dragons that were also drawn into the spiritual world.

Of course, like Tiberias, they are only a trace of soul power and the main consciousness carried on the soul power.

However, Tiberias was more concerned about other things than the five curiously looking around at the young dragons...

I saw that in the forest, there were dazzling rays of light flashing constantly, like shining stars, all over the world.

And every ray of light flashed, an elf would appear in the forest.

One after another.

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

Without a doubt, these are the Chosen Ones.

However, what surprised Tiberia 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 just by relying on consciousness.

But as time went by, a scene that surprised her even more appeared.

In the beginning, there were not many chosen ones who came.

However, in less than three minutes, the frequency and number of the chosen ones began to rise exponentially, appearing in the forest below in an incomparably crazy attitude...

In the blink of an eye, Tiberias saw that the forest was densely packed with Elf Chosen of different costumes.

That number is far more than the Elf Chosen she saw in Feilengcui... I am afraid it will be tens of thousands, or even more than 100,000!

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

Tiberias looked surprised.

Originally, the elves gathered by Fei Leng Cui had already surprised her.

And at this moment, the number of Elf Chosen is beyond her imagination.

She couldn't even count how many Elf Chosen 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 Holy Mannia Empire and the Iris Empire were fighting...

However, this was not what surprised her the most.

The most surprising thing was that she felt a strong evil spirit from almost half of the chosen ones who came.

The evil spirit is a very wonderful thing, illusory, but real.

On the other hand, the spiritual world can continuously magnify the evil spirit in a person and expose it to the light.

Looking at the Elf Chosen in the forest, Tiberia's eyes gradually became serious.

Except for those elves with extremely low strength, those who are better equipped will have a lot of evil spirits on their bodies.

And a small number of them, the suffocating energy is even more intense and amazing, just like the substance.

This kind of suffocation, not even the battle-hardened soldiers, nor the experienced bounty hunters and mercenaries...

It's not something that can be done simply by killing some monsters or humans...

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

And only by wandering between life and death every day, immersed in killing every day, taking killing as a part of life, and the countless terrifying existences of beings who died in their hands, can such an astonishing evil spirit be condensed.

This is the suffocating aura that only the strong people who come out of the sea of ​​blood can create.

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

Of course, if Tiberias knew that behind this evil spirit, there were tens of thousands of dead souls of orcs, the destruction of hundreds of thousands of undead and goblins, the fall of hundreds of thousands of shadow creatures and large and small devils, If the hundred kilometers of all kinds of monsters disappear...

Then she doesn't feel disobedient.

The name of the natural disaster is not just called casually.