Game of the World Tree - Chapter 492

492. Chapter 490 You Don’t Understand the Chosen One at All

The dragon chick is about to hatch.

Tiberia was shocked.

Although as a colorful dragon that is used to being alone, it doesn’t care much about the inheritance of dragons.

But transporting dragon eggs and ensuring the birth of dragon chicks are the tasks given to it by the old man 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…

It’s not finished yet.

It seems that the contract partners of these dragon chicks need to be selected from the elves.

Thinking of this, Tiberia suddenly stood up.

Its eyes swept over the elves that continued to gather towards the square with the movement of the dragon eggs, and a trace of disdain flashed in its eyes.

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

It’s just that these elves are really too weak.

Not only weak, but also chaotic, not only chaotic, but also without a proud heart…

Tiberia has also been observing these long ears during the days she stayed in Florence.

It had heard of elves before. It was said that this was a beautiful and elegant, friendly and aloof race with a strong self-esteem.

Metal dragons might prefer such a race, but as a chromatic dragon, Tiberia was not very interested.

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

However, although it was not interested, at least the elves’ self-esteem comparable to that of a dragon also made the red dragon more or less look at them from the bottom of his heart.

However, after coming to Florence, Tiberia found that it was not like that at all…

it was okay to be weak.

From the perspective of humanoid aesthetics, elves are indeed beautiful, but unfortunately in Tiberia’s eyes, these elves only have beautiful skin, but their inner selves are as ugly as dirty goblins… they don’t know how

to stand or sit.

More importantly, these elves are completely different from the legends. They have no dignity at all!

In order to get a trace of their saliva, in order to get a piece of their 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 being a servant, but from the perspective of a contract partner, Tiberia feels that signing a contract with such an existence is simply an insult to the dragon.

Only those who have self-respect will be respected by others.

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

Of course, except for Miss Zero, she is a beautiful, powerful, aloof and mysterious strongman.

Tiberia thought.

“Hmm? Is it going to hatch? I wonder which lucky chosen ones will be favored by the little guys this time.”

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

After hearing what it said, Tiberia’s eyes flashed with contempt:

“Myriel, 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 expression:

“Such weak and dignified ants, I don’t know what the old guys think, they are willing to let them sign a contract with the noble dragon… I think, at most they can serve as the noble dragon’s servants!”

“Weak? No dignity? Tsk…”

After hearing what Tiberia said, Myriel smacked his lips as if he heard a funny joke.

“What? Am I wrong?”

Tiberia frowned and said.

“No, of course not, you don’t understand these elven chosen ones at all.”

Myriel shook his head.

After it finished speaking, it looked at the red dragon again, with a smile:

“Red Dragon, before you came here from Dragon Island, you didn’t know what happened on the continent recently?”

“What happened on the continent? Isn’t it just the revival of magic power, and some ancient beings have also appeared in the world?”

Tiberia was a little confused.

After hearing what it said, Myriel shook his head:

“It seems that you really don’t know much about what happened in the Elf Forest.”

After saying that, it looked at the players around and sighed:

“If you understand them, you will realize how terrifying they are. If you deal with them in depth, you will realize how proud they are.”

“Weak? Hey! Don’t think that what you see is all. Most of the Chosen Ones who stay here are just rookies who have just arrived and guys who don’t like fighting. In their words, Florence is a novice village for life tasks! Not to mention, the power of individuals is not their terrifying point at all!”

“No dignity? Ha… If the Chosen Ones have no dignity, if the Chosen Ones are not proud enough, then in my opinion, there is no more arrogant and crazy guy in the world…”

Arrogant? Crazy?

After hearing what Myriel said, Tiberia was confused.

Its eyes swept over those elves who even fought for its saliva, had no bottom line, and were willing to do anything, and frowned even deeper…

Where does such a guy get dignity?

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

Five cute little guys slowly poked their heads out.

One black dragon, one blue dragon, and three green dragons.

However, at the moment of breaking out of their shells, a hazy light descended on the five dragonlings.

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

“Hmm…? Is this feeling… spiritual space?”

Feeling the fluctuations coming from the direction of the dragonlings, Myriel’s eyes lit up.

Spiritual space?

Tiberia was slightly stunned.

It also sensed the fluctuations on the dragon eggs, which were a kind of ethereal and heavy spiritual fluctuations, and it was not without similar fluctuations in the past few days.

Occasionally, it would see such fluctuations on those humble ants.

Similar fluctuations usually appear on more than one elves at the same time, and when such fluctuations appear on their bodies, they often stand still until the spiritual fluctuations completely disappear before returning to normal…

Myriel seemed to know a lot about this. He glanced at Tiberia, who looked confused, and laughed smugly:

“Hey, you don’t even know about the spiritual space? You can be called a knowledgeable dragon?”

Due to the inheritance of race and the life span, whether it is a metal dragon or a color dragon, dragons are often knowledgeable and wise…

And for an adult red dragon with a life span of at least 500 years, this is indeed a mockery.

“Humph, a guy who was raised useless by the elves, of course I know what the spiritual space is!”

Tiberia said with bared teeth.

The 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 beings into it and is often used in spiritual magic.

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

Its expression was a little solemn.

It could feel a power as deep as the sea from that kind of spiritual fluctuation.

That kind of terrifying power seemed to have the ability to destroy the world, and even made it feel a fear from instinct…

What kind of existence created this spiritual world?

Could it be…

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

“Yes, it is the spiritual world created by the great world… cough, Her Majesty Eve!”

Myriel coughed dryly and said proudly.

As expected…

Tiberia suddenly understood.

The spiritual space that could bring such a strong sense of threat to it could only be created by the true God.

“Tsk, it seems that this time, the contractor will be decided in the virtual space. I was wondering how so many chosen ones would choose. It turns out that Her Majesty Eve has already had an idea.”

Myriel murmured.

After that, it looked at Tiberia 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 elven chosen ones? Her Majesty Eve left an entrance to the spiritual space at the young dragon. If you have the courage, come with me to enter the spiritual space and take a look!”

Myriel raised his head and said.

Enter the spiritual space?

Tiberia hesitated.

The spiritual space is not something that can be entered casually. Once entered, it means that the other party holds your life and death in their hands…

and as a lone red dragon, Tiberia is naturally resistant to such things.

“Hey, you don’t dare, you coward.”

Myriel laughed, and 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, Myriel, who is also connected to the game system, can directly enter the virtual space created by Eve for players as long as Eve opens the channel.

Noticing Myriel’s changes, Tiberia hesitated for a moment, and finally his desire to win prevailed.

“The old man said that the goddess of life is already an ally of the dragon, so there should be… no danger!”

It comforted itself, then walked in front of the light and probed its soul power…

As the soul power was probed, Tiberia only felt a strong suction coming, and soon… it felt a dizzy and the surrounding vision suddenly changed.

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

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

“Hey, you came in. Myriel has changed his mind about you a little bit.”

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from its side.

Tiberia turned her head and found that the person who spoke was an elf boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old.

His hair was black and his eyes were scarlet vertical pupils.

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

It raised its eyebrows slightly:

“It seems that you like elves very much. I didn’t expect that in the spiritual world, you would use the elf form to transform into a human form.”

The black-haired elf boy, that is, Myriel, tutted his lips, looked at Tiberia, and said:

“You didn’t surprise me. You chose a half-dragon.”

After entering the golden level, the giant dragon will have the ability to transform. Generally speaking, they will choose a humanoid race as their transformation posture.

At the beginning, Myriel’s human form was human, but after so much time, it has long changed to the appearance of an elf to adapt to the local customs.

As for the red dragon Tiberia…

the humanoid posture she showed was that of a half-dragon girl with dragon scales on her forehead, red hair and red eyes, surging waves, and a charming figure.

“Of course, even if you turn into a humanoid form, you must have the pride of the dragon race.”

Tiberia said proudly.

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

“Take a good look at the true posture of the elf chosen ones.”

The true posture?

After hearing Myriel’s words, Tiberia looked at the forest below.

In the center of the forest, there were five cute young dragons. They were five little dragons that were also pulled into the spiritual world.

Of course, like Tiberia, they only came in with a trace of soul power and the main consciousness carried by the soul power.

However, compared to the five young dragons who were curiously looking around, Tiberia was more concerned about other things…

I saw that in the forest, there were constantly bright lights flashing, like bright stars, all over the world.

Every time a ray of light flashed, an elf would appear in the forest.

One after another.

And through their habitual jumping, Tiberia also recognized their identities.

There is no doubt that 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 successfully entered this spiritual world with only consciousness.

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

At first, there were not many Chosen Ones descending.

However, in less than three minutes, the frequency and number of Chosen Ones descending began to increase exponentially, appearing in the forest below in an extremely crazy manner…

In a blink of an eye, Tiberia saw the forest densely packed with elf Chosen Ones in different costumes.

That number was much more than the elf Chosen Ones she saw in Florence… I’m afraid it must be tens of thousands, or even more than 100,000!

“So many? Isn’t it said that the number of elves is very rare?”

Tiberia was surprised.

The elves gathered in Florence had already surprised her.

At this moment, the number of the Elven Chosen was beyond her imagination.

She couldn’t count how many Elven Chosen there were below. The last time she saw a similar scene was hundreds of years ago when she passed by the battlefield where the Holy Mania Empire and the Eris 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 nearly half of the Chosen who descended.

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

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

Looking at the Elven Chosen in the forest, Tiberia’s eyes gradually became serious.

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

And a small number of them have an extremely strong evil spirit, as if it is real.

Even veteran soldiers, experienced bounty hunters and mercenaries do not have such evil spirits…

It is definitely not something that can be achieved by simply killing some monsters or humans…

In fact, veteran soldiers and experienced mercenaries do not necessarily kill many lives.

Only when you wander between life and death every day, immerse yourself in killing every day, regard killing as a part of life, and have countless lives lost in your hands, can you condense such an amazing evil spirit.

This is the evil spirit that only the strong who walked out of the sea of blood can forge.

That feeling is like a demon returning from hell…

Of course, if Tiberia knew that behind this evil spirit were the souls of tens of thousands of orcs, the destruction of hundreds of thousands of undead and goblins, the fall of hundreds of thousands of shadow creatures and demons of all sizes, and the disappearance of all kinds of monsters within a radius of hundreds of kilometers…

Then she would not feel it was inconsistent.

The term “natural disaster” is not used casually.

It’s so tragic. I ordered all my books. My fan list ranks over 100. It’s scary and sad to think about it_(:з」∠)_

(End of this chapter)