Chapter 489: You don’t understand the Chosen

　　 Whelpling is about to break its shell.
　　 Tiberia was shocked.
　　 Although as a color dragon accustomed to walking alone, it doesn't care much about the inheritance of the dragon.
　　 But transporting the dragon eggs and ensuring that the whelpling is born 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 its task is about to be completed.
Oh no……
not yet completed.
　　 seems to have to choose the contract partners of these young dragons from the elves.
　　 Thinking of this, Tiberia's suddenly stood up.
　　 Its gaze swept toward the elves who were constantly converging towards the square following the abnormal movement of the dragon egg, a trace of disdain flashed across its eyes.
　　 Seriously, it wasn't that it looked down on the other party on purpose.
　　 These elves are really too weak.
　　 is not only weak and small, but also chaotic, not only chaotic, but also without a haughty heart...
　　 Tiberia stayed in Feilengcui these days, and was also watching these long ears.
　　 It has heard of elves before. It is said that this is a beautiful and elegant, friendly and aloof race with strong self-esteem.
　　This kind of race, perhaps metal dragons would prefer, but as a color dragon, Tiberias is not very interested.
　　 For the color dragon, the race that can be recognized by them must be strong and tough.
　　 However, although I am not interested, at least the elf's self-esteem is comparable to that of a giant dragon, which makes the red dragon more or less face the opponent in his heart.
　　 However, after coming to Feilengcui, Tiberia found that it was not like that at all...
　　 Forget it if you are weak.
　　From a human-like aesthetic, the elves are indeed beautiful. Unfortunately, in Tiberia’s eyes, these elves have no good-looking skins, but they are as ugly as dirty goblins inside...
　　 Stand without looking, sit without looking.
　　 More importantly, these elves are completely different from the legendary ones. They have no dignity at all!
　　 In order to get a bit of their own saliva, in order to get a piece of their own scales, these elves can almost smile at their own ridicule, 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, Tiberia felt that signing a contract with such an existence would be an insult to the dragon.
　　 Self-esteem will be respected by others.
　　 And a race that even its dignity can be discarded casually will never be recognized by the dragon.
　　 Of course, except for Miss Zero, who is a beautiful and powerful, aloof and mysterious.
　　 Tiberia thought.
　　 "Huh? Are you going to break the shell? I don't know which lucky picks will be seen by the little guys this time."
　　 Looking at the dragon egg that is constantly spreading cracks, the black dragon Myrell said to himself with some excitement.
　　 And hearing it, Tiberia’s eyes flashed with contempt:
　　 "Myrell, it looks like you have been completely assimilated by these humble ants."
After 　　 finished, it looked at the excited players around again, showing mockery:
"Such a weak and no dignity ant, I don't know what the old guys think, and they are willing to let them sign a contract with the noble dragon... I think they can at best serve as servants of the noble dragon. !"
　　 "Weak? No dignity? Tsk..."
　　 Hearing Tiberia's words, Meryl slapped her lips as if she had heard a funny joke.
　　 "What? Am I wrong?"
　　 Tiberia frowned and said.
　　 "No, of course not, you don't know these Elf Chosen at all."
　　Mirel kept shook his head.
After 　　 finished speaking, it looked at the red dragon again, smiling but not smiling:
　　 "Red Dragon, before you came here from Dragon Island, did you know what happened on the mainland recently?"
　　 "What happened on the mainland? Isn't it the magical recovery, some ancient existences have also appeared?"
　　 Tiberia was a little confused.
　　 After listening to it, Myrell shook his head:
　　 "It seems that you really haven't understood what happened in the Fairy Forest."
After 　　 finished, it looked at the surrounding players and sighed:
　　 "If you know them, you will realize how horrible they are. If you deal with them deeply, you will realize how proud they are."
"Weak? Hey! Don’t think that what you see is everything. The Chosen who stay here are mostly just rookies who just arrived and those who don’t like fighting. In their words, Fei Lengcui is doing life tasks. Novice Village! Not to mention, individual power is not their scary place at all!"
　　 "No dignity? Huh... If the Chosen are not dignified, if the Chosen are not proud enough, then in my opinion, there is no more arrogant and crazier guy in this world..."
　　 Proud? Crazy?
　　 Tiberia was confused after hearing what Merell said.
　　 Its gaze swept over those elves who were willing to do anything for its slobber and even slapped their hands, without a lower limit, and frowned deeper...
　　 Where is the dignity of such a guy?
　　 And between the two dragons talking, the five dragon eggs finally broke their shells.
　　 Five cute little guys poked their heads out slowly.
　　 One black dragon, one blue dragon, and three green dragons.
　　 However, at the moment when the shell was broken, a dazzling light fell on the five-headed young dragon.
　　 Then... the five little guys were wrapped in a strange power and hidden in the light...
　　 "Huh...? This feeling is... mental space?"
　　 Feeling the fluctuation in the direction of the young dragon, Myrell's eyes lit up.
　　Spiritual space?
　　 Tiberia was taken aback.
　　 It also perceives the fluctuations on the dragon egg, which is a vague and heavy mental fluctuation, and similar fluctuations, it has not encountered such fluctuations in the past few days.
　　Occasionally, it will see such fluctuations on which humble ants.
　　Similar fluctuations generally appear on more than one elves at the same time, and when such fluctuations occur on their bodies, I tend to stay in place, and will not return to normal until the mental fluctuations disappear completely...
　　Mirel seems to know this well. It glanced at Tiberia with a bewildered look, and laughed contentedly:
　　 "Hey, don't you even know the spiritual space? Is this a knowledgeable dragon?"
　　Due to ethnic heritage and longevity, whether metal dragons or colorful dragons, giant dragons are often knowledgeable and wise...
　　 For an adult red dragon with a lifespan of at least 500 years, this is indeed a mockery.
　　 "Huh, the guy who was raised up by the elves, of course I know what spiritual space is!"
　　 Tiberia barked her teeth.
　　 Spiritual space is a special space that some powerful souls use spiritual power to influence reality and can draw other weak souls into it. It is often used in spiritual magic.
　　 But after finishing speaking, the red dragon Tiberia looked in the direction of the young dragon again.
　　 Its expression is a bit solemn.
　　 It can feel a kind of power like a deep sea from that kind of mental fluctuation.
　　 That kind of terrifying power seems to have the ability to destroy the world, and even makes it produce a kind of instinctual fear...
　　This...what is the spiritual world shaped by existence?
　　 Is it...
　　 It turned its head and looked at the Temple of Life that had been almost repaired on the side of the square, and its eyes gradually became serious.
　　 "Yes, it is the great world... Well, the spiritual world created by Eve!"
　　Mirel coughed dryly and said proudly.
　　 As expected...
　　 Tiberia was stunned.
　　 The spiritual space that can give it such a strong sense of threat is only from the hands of the true god.
　　 "Hey, it seems that this time, the contractor is to be decided in the virtual space. I was still thinking about how so many day-chosen candidates would be selected. It turns out that Eve had long ago thoughts."
　　 Myrell murmured.
After 　　 finished, it looked at Tiberias again, with some provocation in its eyes:
　　 "Hey, roasted red lizard."
　　 "What's wrong with the black dog?"
　　 "Don't you want to know the uniqueness of these Elf Chosen? Eve left the entrance of the spiritual space to the young dragon under his crown. If you have the courage, please enter the spiritual space with me to take a look!"
　　 Myrell raised his head and said.
　　 Enter the spiritual space?
　　 Tiberia hesitated.
　　 You can’t enter the spiritual space casually. Once you enter, it means that the other party holds his own life and death in his hands...
　　 As the lonely red dragon, such a thing Tiberia is naturally against.
　　 "Hey, dare you, timid guy."
　　 Myrell laughed, and then his body shook, and a similar mental fluctuation appeared on his body.
　　 This is entering the spiritual world shaped by Eve.
　　As a devout believer of Eve, and also connected to the game system of Myrell, as long as Eve opens the channel, he can naturally enter the virtual space created by Eve for players.
　　 After noticing the changes in Myrell, Tiberia hesitated for a moment, but in the end he was still competitive.
　　 "The old guy said that the goddess of life is already an ally of the dragon, and there should be...no danger!"
　　 It comforted itself, then walked to the light, and probed its own soul power...
　　 As the power of the soul came out, Tiberia only felt a strong suction coming from it, and soon... it felt like the sky was spinning, and the surrounding vision changed suddenly.
　　 It found that it had come to a high cliff, and below it was a vast forest.
　　 But it knows that all this is illusory, 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, I actually came in, and Myrell has changed you a little bit."
　　 Suddenly, a familiar voice came from around it.
　　 Tiberia turned her head and found that it was an elf boy who looked thirteen or fourteen years old.
　　 His hair is black, and his eyes are scarlet vertical pupils.
　　 However, Tiberia recognized him as soon as he saw him.
　　 It gently raised its eyebrows:
　　 "It seems that you are very fond of elves. I didn't expect to be transformed into human form in the spiritual world."
　　The black-haired elf boy, that is, Myrell, slurped, looked at Tiberia, and said:
　　 "You didn't surprise me, you chose Half Dragon."
　　After entering the golden level, the dragon will have the ability to transform. Generally speaking, they will choose a humanoid as their transforming posture.
　　 In the earliest days, Myrell’s human form was human, but after such a long time, it has long since entered the countryside and changed into an elf appearance.
　　 And as for the red dragon Tiberia...
　　 The human-like posture she showed was the image of a half-dragon girl with dragon scales on her forehead, red hair and red eyes, rough waves, and enchanting figure.
　　 "Of course, even if it is transformed into a humanoid form, you must have dragon pride."
　　 Tiberia said triumphantly.
　　Mirel did not entangle her on this topic anymore, but looked at the forest below and said:
　　 "Let's take a look, the true attitude of the Elf Chosen."
　　 The real posture?
　　 After listening to Myrell, Tiberia looked towards the forest below.
　　 There are five naive young dragons in the middle of the forest. They are the five young dragons that have also been drawn into the spiritual world.
　　 Of course, like Tiberias, they are just a trace of soul power and the main consciousness carried on the soul power.
　　 However, Tiberia pays more attention to other things than the five heads curiously looking at the surrounding wyrmlings...
　　 I saw a bright light flashing through the forest, like bright stars, all over the world.
　　 And every ray of light flashes, there will be an elf appearing in the forest.
One after another.
　　 And through the habitual bouncing of the other party, 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. It seemed that they had successfully entered this spiritual world by relying solely on consciousness.
　　 As time passed, a scene that surprised her even more appeared.
　　 In the beginning, not many Chosen people came.
　　 However, just after less than three minutes, the frequency and number of the Chosen One began to rise exponentially, appearing in the forest below with an extremely crazy attitude...
　　 In a blink of an eye, Tiberia saw that the forest was densely packed with elves with different costumes.
　　 That number is far more than the Elf Chosen that she saw in the Fei Lengcui... probably tens of thousands, even more than 100,000!
　　 "So many? Doesn't it mean that the number of elves is very rare?"
　　 Tiberia was surprised.
　　 The elves who originally gathered in Feilengcui had already surprised her.
　　 And the number of Elf Chosen at this moment is beyond her imagination.
　　 She can't count exactly how many Elf Chosen below are there, and the last time she saw a similar scene was hundreds of years ago, when she passed the battlefield where the human sacred Manian Empire and the Empire of Ayris were at war...
　　 But this is not what surprised her the most.
　　 The most shocking thing was that she felt a strong suffocation from nearly half of the Chosen who came.
　　 Sickness 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 Elf Chosen in the forest~EbookFREE.me~Tiberia's eyes gradually became serious.
　　 Except for those elves with extremely low strength, those who are better equipped will have heavy suffocation.
　　 And for a small group of people, the evil spirits are even more powerful and amazing, just like the essence.
　　 This kind of evil spirit, not even battle-tested soldiers, nor experienced bounty hunters and mercenaries...
　　 That can't be done simply by killing some monsters or humans...
　　 In fact, soldiers and experienced mercenaries who have been battle-tested have not necessarily killed so many creatures.
　　 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 horror existence of the dead creatures in hand, can condense such an astonishing evil spirit.
　　 This is the evil spirit that can be cast by the strong who come out of the sea of ​​blood.
　　 That feeling, like a demon returning from hell...
Of course, if Tiberia knows that behind this evil spirit, there are the dead souls of tens of thousands of half-orcs, the destruction of hundreds of thousands of undead and goblins, the fall of hundreds of thousands of shadow creatures and demons, and the number of squares. If the hundreds of kilometers of all kinds of beasts disappeared...
　　 Then she doesn't think it violates.
　　The name of natural disasters is not a casual name.
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