Game of the World Tree

"What a powerful evil spirit! Are these elves really elves? How many souls did they kill?"

Looking at the Elf Chosen in the forest, the red dragon Tiberia's eyes were full of brilliance.

Not to mention the strength of these elves for the time being, the evil spirits they displayed were indeed beyond her expectations.

She suddenly felt that these long ears in the name of loving peace did not seem to be as docile as the legends...

If I had known it earlier... Before I came, I would have to inquire about what happened to these so-called Elf Chosen Ones.

Tiberias muttered to herself in her heart.

She was directly picked up by her father when she was sleeping and blasted out of Long Island to complete the task.

Before coming, Tiberias had not done a detailed investigation of the forest of elves at all, only that there seemed to be a goddess of life among the elves, and had concluded a contract with the dragon family.

However, at this moment, she suddenly realized that these elves who called themselves players... were not as she thought they were, like the various servant races she encountered in the past, they only knew how to bully the soft and fear the hard, which was disgusting.

Because suffocation is something that can only be exercised in a real bloody battle.

Chromatic dragons worship power and destruction.

This kind of strong suffocation, while surprising her, also made her face these elves a little bit.

Seeing Tiberia's somewhat surprised expression, the corners of Merrell's mouth rose wildly.

He hehe smiled, his expression even more smug.

That way, it seemed that it was not the player who surprised the Red Dragon, but his Myrel.

However, the expression that almost wrote "You don't understand anything, you are still too young, learn from my lord", made Hong Long feel very unhappy.

She raised her head proudly, glanced at a certain black dragon contemptuously, and said:

"Hey, what if there is evil spirit? The demons in the abyss and hell planes also have strong evil spirits, but most of them are just food in the mouths of superiors, and these elves... have no strength even big demons. !"

"Strength?"

Hearing Tiberia's rebuttal, Meryl rarely laughed directly, but let out a chuckle.

I saw him raise his chin high and continue:

"Tiberia, do you think... how long did it take these Chosen Ones to have this strength?"

How long did it take to get this power?

Tiberias was slightly taken aback.

She was not sure what the other party meant, but...she still knew some secrets of the elves.

"Hmph, how long did it take to have the current strength? As a silver race, the average strength is not even silver, which is a joke in itself, of course... Even if it reaches silver, in my eyes, it's just a bigger ant That's it."

she answered proudly.

As an adult red dragon, a strong man who almost stands at the top of the food chain in the secular world, she does have this confidence and pride.

However, after listening to her words, Merrell shook his head, sighing stinkingly while shaking his head:

"Hey...you don't understand the Chosen One at all."

Tiberias:  …

Seeing the aloof appearance of the other party, she suddenly had the urge to beat this guy aside.

However, this is the spiritual world created by the true god, and every move of the existence is under the sight of the true god. Even if she is upset, she does not dare to act rashly.

Of course, as the arrogant and vengeful Red Dragon, she has already made a note for Merrell in her heart.

"Tiberias."

Merrell spoke again.

But this time, his expression carried a hint of mission:

"If I told you that it took only one year for these elf Chosen to grow from a mere 1st-level ant to a top 48-level silver professional, what do you... think?"

"This is impossible!"

Tiberias retorted subconsciously.

To cross four ranks in one year, even the fastest-growing geniuses in the human race can't do it!

It is true that the elves are of the silver race, but not to mention that the elves have fallen sharply in strength. Even in history, it takes at least one hundred and fifty years for an elves to go from birth to adulthood!

Of course, now that the magic power has recovered, there will definitely be an explosive increase in the strength of each race.

But it's only been a few months since the magic really started to recover quickly...

And in a few months, let alone level 1, Tiberias doesn't even believe that there is any race that can cross three levels from level 10 to become a silver professional!

Hmm... Maybe the legendary primordial elves can do it, but this stupid black dragon wouldn't want to tell her that these elves are all primordial elves, right?

"Don't believe it first, think about it! The elves you have seen in Fei Leng Cui these days, think about their strength, think about their changes."

Merrill shook his head and said.

Tiberias froze slightly.

She never pays special attention to the weak.

Therefore, when she found out that the Elf Chosen to please her was weaker than even goblins, she stopped paying close attention to them.

However, hearing Merrell's words at this moment, and looking at the more and more elves below, Tiberias remembered something that she ignored...

That's right...

When she first came to the Forest of Elves, many of the elves who were chosen by the elves were indeed pitifully low-level, and many were not even level 5. They were simply ants among ants.

However, looking at it at this moment, among the densely packed elves, the existences below level 5 are almost invisible, or... the existences below level 10 are quite rare.

Elves of the black iron rank are everywhere, and even Tiberias saw some familiar guys.

That was the elf who had been courting her these days.

And this made Tiberias finally realize a reality that made her feel ridiculous:

"When did these elves... get promoted to the black iron rank?"

7 days!

It's only 7 days to come to the Forest of Spirits!

In 7 days, they were promoted to Black Iron?

Are they abyss worms? !

(Note: Abyss worms will devour each other like a gu, and the lucky ones can evolve into little devils with black iron strength in a short period of time)

Tiberia's expression instantly became solemn, because she suddenly realized that this black dragon... is very likely to say the truth!

These strange elves... have grown into silver professionals in less than a year!

And what this means, as a red dragon who has lived for hundreds of years, Tiberias knows nothing better.

for example.

In the world of Saiggs, human beings are a relatively weak race on average, and their lifespans are not long.

However, human beings only rely on the rapid promotion of some geniuses, and the 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.

Maybe a year doesn't change much.

But 2 years, 3 years... 10 years?

And where are their limits?

You must know that rapid promotion represents potential, and the faster the promotion, the higher the upper limit that can be achieved.

And a group of guys who can climb from level 1 to level 10 or more in a short period of time, their potential is definitely not silver rank!

Thinking of this, Tiberias took a deep breath.

At this moment, she suddenly realized why the old guys were optimistic about the elves.

Because... this is simply a group of expanding monsters!

Not to mention, they are not as good as the legends say...

Because a kind guy who loves peace will not have such a strong evil spirit on his body!

"It seems... you have almost thought of their horror."

Merrill said leisurely.

Tiberias was silent.

But soon, she thought of another thing...

How did these Elf Chosen... come from?

Is it the handwriting of the goddess Eve? Relying 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 actions of believers often represent the actions of the true God.

The thoughts of believers also often mean the thoughts of the true God.

After discovering the evil spirits of these elves, Tiberias finally realized that the elves were really going to change.

"Is this...ready for revenge?"

she murmured.

She heard the old guys talk about the elves, especially the disaster that the elves suffered a thousand years ago.

And now it seems... the new true god of the elves, I am afraid it is about to revive the elves.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to create so many elf "monsters"!

This is simply an army with terrifying potential...

With a sigh in her heart, Tiberia's gaze towards these elves finally changed.

However, there are still doubts in her heart that have not been answered.

"Black Dragon."

She looked at Merrill.

"What do you mean when you say that these Elf Chosen are the most arrogant and craziest beings you have ever seen?"

she asked.

Tiberias was curious.

Because in her opinion, even though the potential of these Elf Chosen is terrifying, the behavior displayed is undignified.

However, Merrell only chuckled.

He said meaningfully:

"Tiberia, do you think a group of beings who are afraid of power, bully the soft and fear the hard will be keen on killing dragons and gods, and are keen on challenging the strong?"

"The Demon God Azazel has heard of it? He was sealed in the underground of the Forest of Elves. Now every day, the Elf Chosen will visit his sealed land 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 Eternal Lord, not to mention that they can be resurrected infinitely."

"Do you think they are not crazy about such existence?"

No... infinite resurrection? !

Tiberias opened her mouth wide and looked stunned.

"What does infinite resurrection mean?"

she asked.

And Merrell gave her a strange look:

"Don't you know? You don't even know? Didn't the elders of Long Island tell you?"

Tiberias:  …

"Hey, you'll understand later, maybe it won't take too long."

Looking at the blank expression of the other party, Merrill smiled.

Tiberias:  …

She suddenly felt that she seemed to have missed a lot of things.

And Merrell continued:

"Speaking of..."

He glanced at the red dragon and said:

"If you hadn't become an ally, they wouldn't please you. In their eyes, you will only become the target they hope to defeat, and it's still the kind that you have to use all over your body after you kill it... Well, just Just like a human adventurer."

"What you see is only because they are more utilitarian, so they are willing to make concessions, and under the constraints of the true god, they directly regard you as a friendly party, not because they have no dignity."

"Speaking of which, for them, you and I are just passers-by in a game. What you care about, they don't care. They only want to become stronger in their eyes."

Tiberias opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

And as if thinking of something, Merrell's expression suddenly softened:

"Of course, although they have strong utilitarian intentions, they can also become friends... um, real friends."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the forest below and smiled:

"Well... it seems that the little guys have already selected their targets, tsk tsk... there is still competition."

Hearing Meryl's words, Tiberias also looked down.

I saw five young dragons gathered together, and they were fighting.

How did it get up?

Tiberias was stunned.

However, she soon understood the reason for these wyrmlings fighting.

They all left their breath on the same Elf Chosen, a black-haired male elf with a strong and terrifying suffocation, and the level was the highest that Tiberias had ever seen.

These young dragons... are fighting over who can become the contract object of this Elf Chosen One.

Tiberias:  …

This picture is unexpected and reasonable.

After all, no matter from which point of view, the Chosen One who was targeted by several young dragons at the same time was indeed the strongest and the best of all.

The battle of the five wyrmlings soon came to an end.

In the end, the strongest black dragon whelp became the victor.

I saw it with a proud little head, swaying to the Chosen One.

However, the struggle of the remaining four wyrmlings was not over.

They continued to fight...

And this time, it was for a red-haired female Elf Chosen, an Elf Warrior.

After a while, the blue dragon, who was good at lightning breath, became the victor.

And the remaining three green dragons finally chose one elf warrior and two druids one-on-one.

All the selected Elf Chosen are professionals with silver strength.

At the same time, Tiberias also heard the voices of the Elf Chosen from below:

"These young 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, you can identify it, look at the panel, and compare the records on the forum to find that they are indeed more powerful than several dragon species other than the golden dragon..."

"Golden Dragon... Speaking of which, I heard that the Optimists are about to go bankrupt after being eaten by the Golden Dragon..."

"Hahaha, deserve it!"

"The dragon you choose, even if you break the pot and sell iron, you have to keep it."

"However, I think the black dragon is cooler! It's also very suitable for the lunch boss!"

"That's right! The Bento boss is the Bento boss. Five young dragons are fighting for a contract, so they have a good card!"

"The boss Jasmine under the moon is also very powerful! She is a player of the fourth test, right? It's too scary... She is even more popular with the young dragon than the boss of fried tomatoes... As expected of the Valkyrie!"

"The tomato boss is also very powerful! The one who chose him is the strongest of the three green dragons, right?"

"Sure enough, with similar strength, even a chromatic dragon would choose a Druid..."

"Envy...just wait for the next contract."

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