Game of the World Tree

Hearing Tyler's words, the primordial elf Thranduil put down the quill in his hand and raised his head slightly.

He smiled slightly:

"Thanks for your hard work."

The voice is mellow and pleasant, and the smile is bright like spring.

That handsome and foul face, coupled with such a sunny smile, even if Taylor was sure that his whereabouts was absolutely fine, he couldn't help but beat his heart...

And the last time I let him do this was when I saw the goddess's idol for the first time.

Hell, is this the horror of the original royal family?

Taylor couldn't help sighing in his heart.

"How, how many believers can participate in the half plane now?"

Thranduil asked gently.

Taylor looked solemn.

He cleared his throat, looked away, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and read:

"Lord Thranduil, as of today, the half plane has called a total of nearly 130,000 life believers to participate in the ceremony, of which the level of belief has reached piety, about 20,000."

"Among the 20,000 devout believers, 1,244 passed the test of the Goddess' crown and initially purified their blood to become half-elves; 106 passed the second test and became real elves."

"Nearly half of all the believers are concentrated in Segers City, and the rest are distributed in the surrounding cities and villages."

"At present, the number of believers is still increasing rapidly, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Although it has weakened due to the departure of the Chosen Ones in recent days, it is still rapid. Just registered every day, it is There are more than five hundred people..."

"The first group of clansmen who passed the test of the Goddess have already carried out in-depth teaching for potential believers under the guidance of the mentors, and the follow-up bloodline purification will be smoother."

"Within a month, the number of believers who pass the first test is expected to exceed 3,000, and the number of believers who pass the second test is expected to exceed 500..."

"However, the growth of new devotees has stalled and may take more time."

The missionary work of the demi-planes is still very smooth, especially after the team of priests has grown stronger and stronger.

It is a pity that the thousand-year isolation coupled with the corruption of the Church of Creation makes the residents of the Oros half-plane not as obsessed with faith as in the world of Seggs.

The conversion of beliefs here is not as fast as the main plane. Even if millions of residents have become unbelievers, it is rare to accept beliefs instantly. Most people only become believers after a certain preaching, and become devout. It's even harder for believers.

Of course, the benefits are also obvious.

The beliefs of these millions of people will be Eve's sooner or later.

After listening to Tyler's answer, Thranduil nodded with satisfaction:

"Very well, this progress is much faster than I thought."

He paused, picked up the nectar tea produced by the Chosen One on the desk, took a sip, and asked again:

"How is the work on the altar?"

Taylor respectfully replied:

"All the altars have been erected, checked twice, and are now being checked for the third time. In addition, the statues under the goddess' crown have also been placed and prayed."

"Not bad! As expected of the first half-plane people to purify their blood, Tyler, you did a good job! This number has exceeded the church's expectations."

Thranduil appreciated it.

Tyler smiled embarrassedly, and then drew a symbol of the scepter of life on his chest with a reverent expression:

"Everything... is for the crown of the goddess!"

Then he asked:

"Lord Thranduil, what should we do next?"

Thranduil pondered for a moment and said:

"Waiting for the oracle of the goddess, and at the same time continue to promote the goddess' beliefs, let more companions join us."

"Hehe, don't worry about preaching. It's like a snowball. We did a good job in the early stage, and the work in the future will become smoother and smoother."

"Next, first report the situation here to Master Zero."

"Tell Master Zero? Do you need me to run?"

Taylor asked.

Thranduil shook his head:

"Need not."

He turned around, patted the little elf girl beside him, and said with a side ear:

"Go and call the chosen ones outside."

Elf Little Loli nodded, and then ran out of the side hall.

After a while, Taylor saw a group of green-eyed Chosen pouring in...

"Lord Thranduil, do you have a mission to do?"

"What do I need to do? I do things very quickly!"

"Lord Thranduil, you are so handsome! Ask for a mission! You can do anything! I don't choose!"

They chattered and soon surrounded Thranduil's desk.

What's more, he even moved his feet...

Taylor:  …

Hey Hey hey!

That female Chosen One, you are almost leaning on Lord Thranduil!

And that female warrior, what are you doing with your hands? !

He twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to bear to look directly.

The Chosen One is all right.

It's just that after getting along with them for a long time, after knowing their true colors, the image collapses more severely.

When these guys preached, they were serious, and they all seemed to have the halo of saints shrouded in them.

Of course, it wasn't until later that Taylor knew that it was the lighting effect of the Chosen Ones...

And when it comes to the task, their image will be reversed in an instant, and they will turn into licking dogs...

Not only that, but the Chosen Ones are also completely color-controlled.

Hmm... Yan control.

This word is still heard by Taylor himself.

He very much agrees with this.

The one who can make the female Chosen so crazy, I am afraid that there is only Thranduil in the entire forest of elves...

Thranduil seemed to be accustomed to the attitude of the Chosen.

He quietly dodged the players' eager hands and smiled.

Then, he said to one of the female players:

"Miss Momozi? I have a task, can I entrust it to you?"

Seeing the gaze cast by Thranduil, the female Chosen was startled, and then ecstatic:

"When...of course! I would!"

The other Chosen were disappointed, and cast envious, jealous and hateful glances at the player whose ID is Mo Mozi.

Thranduil nodded and said gently:

"Then please use the contact information of your chosen ones to pass this information to Master Zero."

After speaking, he gestured to Taylor.

Taylor was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that he handed the document he had just sorted out to the female Chosen One.

The player Momozi looked overjoyed, saluted Thranduil, and then left surrounded by other players.

In the distance, she heard her excited voice:

"Did you hear it just now! My husband actually knows my name! Ah ah ah! He knows my name!"

And... the complaints of other Chosen Ones:

"It's obviously everyone's husband!"

"I know...I know...I know that the emperor flipped your brand..."

Taylor:  …

Of course, there are also envy and curiosity:

"Awesome..."

"Are you more favorable?"

"What is written on the file? Open it and see! Is it hiding the plot?"

Taylor:  …

And after the Chosen Ones all left, Thranduil looked at the two elf little loli beside him, and said gently:

"Did you see it? When you have something to do, you can hand it over to the chosen one, especially for this kind of messenger."

"The Chosen One has the ability to talk remotely, and telling them about the message can have the effect of 'doing more with less'."

"Well, 'do more with half the effort', this is an old saying in the hometown of the Chosen Ones, the general idea is to use only half of the effort, and receive double the effect, the effort is small and the effect is large."

Listening to Thranduil's words, the two elf little lolitas kept nodding their heads with serious and admiring expressions.

And Taylor was also very emotional:

As expected of a royal elf!

When thinking about problems and educating younger generations, it is also so profound and knowledgeable!

But soon, he heard Thranduil continue:

"Not only this wonderful ability to transmit information, but they have many other peculiar abilities that can be used by us as long as we make good use of them."

"For example, their immortality... We can completely let them do tasks with a relatively high mortality rate during the battle."

"When we are in danger, we don't have to have psychological barriers. As long as there are the chosen ones nearby, we can sell them boldly. Anyway, they can be resurrected if they die."

"Of course, the process should be euphemistic, expressing concerns about them moderately, and sometimes using aggressive tactics..."

Taylor:  …

Why... it feels like something is wrong?

He looked at Thranduil and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

And Thranduil's teaching continues:

"Besides... try to remember their names. They take pride in being remembered by us. Using this skillfully, you can even get them to do very complicated tasks at a very small cost."

Taylor:  …

"Also, although I have emphasized it to you many times before, but this time I will reiterate that it is to use the gender of the Chosen One."

"Women's selection always has a favorable impression on male elves, especially the more handsome male elves, and vice versa. Taking advantage of this can save a lot of contribution points in the process of the task, and sometimes even prostitute for free..."

"The two of you are young and cute in appearance. Many Chosen people lack resistance to cute things, and some male Chosen people like images like yours the most. This is your advantage."

"You can use this to shape your own personalities, and you can use this to make the Chosen One your help."

"If you do it well, you can even gain a large number of loyal followers who are willing to die for one of your smiles, the phrase 'big brother, big sister'."

"Of course, gender is not absolute, it depends on the specific situation."

Taylor:  …

He watched Thranduil smiling and explaining to the two young elves the various techniques of using the Chosen One, swallowed subconsciously, and couldn't help shivering.

Primordial royal elves... so scary!

This Lord Thranduil usually looks smiling and is very easy-going, but he didn't expect to have such a side...

Is this the real him?

In the future, don't offend him...

Otherwise, you really don't know how unlucky it is.

...

"Did Thranduil let you pass the news?"

Looking at the flattering player in front of him, Eve's expression was a little weird.

That guy... is taking advantage of players more and more.

Shaking his head, Eve opened the file that the player had transcribed by taking a photo.

She just glanced at it and understood.

"It turned out to be about preparing for the positioning ceremony."

she murmured.

As the true god behind, no one knows more about his followers than Eve.

What Thranduil conveyed, she knew very well, even more specific than what was described above.

Of course, knowing is knowing, since it is now appearing in the vest of God-Blessed Zero, it should be done as it should be.

With this thought in mind, Eve looked at the player who sent the letter.

"Thanks for your hard work."

She nodded to the other party and rewarded her with 3000 contribution points.

The player who delivered the letter looked overjoyed, then thanked him and left.

And Eve was lost in thought.

She looked at her status bar:

【Name: Eve Uktrahir】

[Race: World Tree (Ancient God)]

[Level: 150 (Myth)]

[Status: Weak and other divine power]

[Occupation: Nature, Life, Elf]

[Title: Goddess of Life, Mother of Nature, Lord of Elf]

[Divine Strength: 8721/10000]

[Number of believers: 135180 (Saint 1, Mad believer 128, Devout believer 25414, Shallow believer 109642)]

[Types of believers: Queen of Crypt Spiders (1), Dragons (1), Oak Guards (105), Elves (2467), Half-Elves (1453), Half-Elves (130924), Humans (214), Half-Orcs (15)]

[Ability: Absorb, communicate, bestow, attune, heal, summon, descend, divine domain...]

[True Artifact: Life Scepter, Withering Heart (Incomplete)]

...

After so many days, her divine power has not changed much.

Although there are more believers and more feedback provided by players in battle, the consumption of war is also very large.

However, Eve believes that compared to herself, Uller's side must be worse, fearing that the divine power will be wiped off the ground.

The most gratifying thing is the number of believers. Although the number of devout believers is a little short, the total number has reached the standard for positioning the kingdom of God.

Combined with some of Eve's guesses, the number and quality of believers should be almost enough.

"Wait a second, it's not the best time yet, it's the best time to wait for Ullel's legend to appear..."

she murmured.

"It should be soon. When the half-orc side judges that it cannot defeat the player through the army, it will definitely choose to dispatch the myth. At that time, it is also the moment of the decisive battle in the true sense."

The battle of faith is essentially a battle of the true gods.

And this time, the power of myth is doomed.

When myths join the war, the real decisive battle is no longer a secular battle, but a confrontation between myths.

With a decision in mind, Eve looked at her message again.

Looking at the last member of the believer category, her gaze was a little strange.

She, more than a dozen orc believers.

It was some orc slaves that the players took to Rivendell to work as miners.

I don't know how the players were brainwashed, but a few of the thousands of orc miners really managed to fool a few...

Of course, they are all shallow believers.

Moreover, the quality of belief provided by Orc believers is not high, just a little better than the average human being.

Shaking his head, Eve looked towards the battlefield.

The battle in the Dead Desert continues.

But she did not participate in the battle, but stood on a high platform on the earth wall to watch.

The battle has turned into a tug of war, which is extremely tragic.

The army of the orcs has approached the city wall, and many sections of the city wall have been set up by them on siege towers. Melee battles have already occurred all over the earthen wall. The original yellow-brown city wall has been smeared by the blood of the half-orcs and players. Dyed dark red.

However, with the blessing of the magical defensive barrier and the home field advantage, the orcs could not break through the earth wall at all, but stalemate with the players.

Both sides suffered damage, but as the siege party, the half-orcs without mages were even worse.

Indistinctly, they are already in decline.

"The morale has dropped and the sky is dark, so they can't fight for too long."

"It's just to see when to retreat and when to dispatch the myth."

Looking at the half-orc army, Eve muttered to herself.

And not long after, the deep horn sound came from the rear of the orcs...

Orcs, retreat.

Equipment left behind.