Chapter 534: 0 million don't mess with Thrandil

Hearing Tyler's words, the original elf Thranduil put down the quill in his hand and raised his head slightly.
He smiled slightly:
"Thank you."
The voice is mellow and nice, and the smile is bright like spring.
With such a beautiful foul face, coupled with such a sunny smile, even if Tyler is sure that there is absolutely no problem with his whereabouts, he can't help his heart fast...
And the last time I let him do this, it was the first time I saw the goddess' statue.
Damn it, is this the fear of the original royal family?
Taylor couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Why, how many believers can participate in the half plane now?"
Thrandil asked gently.
Tyler looked down.
He cleared his throat, looked away from him, took out a notebook from his arms, and read:
"Master Thranduil, as of today, the semiplane has called a total of nearly 130,000 life believers to participate in the ceremony. Among them, there are about 20,000 people who have reached the level of faith."
"Among the 20,000 devout believers, 1,244 passed the test under the crown of the goddess, and initially purified their bloodline to become half-elves; 106 passed the second test and became true elves."
"Of all the believers, nearly half are concentrated in the city of Seggs, 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 been weakened in recent days due to the departure of the Chosen, it is still fast. It is only the daily registration. There are more than 500 people..."
"The first group of people who passed the test of the goddess' crown have carried out in-depth teaching for potential believers under the guidance of their mentors, and the subsequent bloodline purification will be smoother."
"Within one month, the number of believers who have passed the first test is expected to exceed 3,000, and the number of believers who have passed the second test is expected to exceed 500..."
"However, the increase of new devout believers has reached a bottleneck, and it may take more time."
The missionary work of the semiplanes is still very smooth, especially after the priests have grown stronger.
It is a pity that the thousands of years of isolation coupled with the fall of the Creation Church make the inhabitants of the Demiplane of Oros less obsessed with faith like the Segus World.
The transformation of faith here is not as fast as the main plane. Even if millions of residents have become unbelievers, it is rare to accept faith instantly. Most people only become believers and become devout after a certain amount of sermons. It is even more difficult for believers.
Of course, the benefits are also obvious.
The faith of these millions of people will be Eve's sooner or later.
After hearing Taylor's answer, Thranduil nodded in satisfaction:
"Very good, this progress is much faster than I thought."
He paused, picked up the nectar tea produced by the Chosen on the desk, took a sip, and asked:
"How is the work of the altar?"
Taylor replied respectfully:
"All the altars have been set up and inspected twice, and now I am inspecting the third time. In addition, the statue of the goddess under the crown has also been placed and has been prayed and blessed."
"Yes! As expected, you are the first demi-face tribe to purify your blood, Tyler, you are doing well! This number has exceeded the church's expectations."
Thranduil admired.
Tyler smiled embarrassedly, and then reverently drew a symbol of the scepter of life on his chest:
"Everything... is for the goddess crown!"
Then he asked again:
"Master Thranduil, what shall we do next?"
Thranduil pondered for a moment and said:
"Waiting for the oracle under the crown of the goddess, while continuing to promote the goddess' beliefs, let more companions join us."
"Hehe, don't worry about preaching. It's like a snowball. If we do well in the early stage, the work in the future will become more and more smooth."
"Next, first report the situation here to Master Zero."
"Tell Master Zero? Do I need to take a trip?"
Taylor asked.
Thranduil shook his head:
"No need to."
He turned around, patted the little elf girl beside him, and said,
"Go and call the Chosen from outside."
Little Elf Lori nodded, and then ran out of the side hall.
In a short while, Taylor saw a group of green-eyed Chosen people pouring in...
"Master Thranduil, do you have a task to do?"
"What do I need to do? I do things quickly!"
"Master Thranduil, you are so handsome! Please ask for a task! Do anything! I won't choose!"
They were chattering and quickly surrounded Thranduil's desk.
What's more, I started to use my hands...
Taylor:...
Hey Hey hey!
That female Chosen, you are about to lean on Lord Thranduil!
And that female warrior, what are your hands doing? !
He twitched his mouth and couldn't bear to look straight.
The Chosen is good in everything.
It's just that after getting along with them for a long time, after knowing their true colors, the image collapsed more severely.
These guys were serious when preaching, and each of them seemed to be shrouded in the halo of the saint.
Of course, Taylor didn’t know until later that it was a light effect played by the Chosen...
And when it comes to tasks, their images will be instantly reversed, turning into licking dogs...
Not only that, but the Chosen One by one is completely in control.
Hmm... Yan Kong.
Taylor heard the word from them.
He agrees very much with this.
What can make the female Chosen so crazy is that Thrandil is the only one in the entire Fairy Forest...
Thranduil seemed to be accustomed to the attitude of the Chosen.
He quietly avoided the players' eager hands, and smiled slightly.
Then, he said to one of the female players:
"Miss Mo Mozi? I have a task, can I entrust it to you?"
Seeing Thranduil's gaze, the female Chosen was startled and then ecstatic:
"When... Of course! I do!"
The other Chosen people looked disappointed and cast envy, jealousy and hatred towards the player whose ID is Mo Mozi.
Thranduil nodded and said gently:
"Then please pass on these messages to Master Zero using the contact method of your chosen one."
After speaking, he gestured to Taylor.
Tyler was taken aback for a moment, but soon suddenly he passed the documents he had just sorted out to the female natural choice.
Player Momozi looked happy, saluted Thranduil, and then left surrounded by other players.
From a distance, there was still her excited voice:
"Did you just hear that! My husband actually knows my name! Ahhhhh! He knows my name!"
And... the complaints of other day-chosen ones:
"Clearly everyone's husband!"
"I know... I know... I know the emperor turned your brand..."
Taylor:...
Of course, there are also envy and curiosity:
"Awesome..."
"Do you have a higher degree of goodwill?"
"What's written on the file? Open it and see! Is the story hidden?"
Taylor:...
And after all the Chosen Ones left, Thranduil looked at the two little elves beside him, gently and honestly:
"Have you seen it? When there is something to do, it will be handed over to the chosen person, especially this kind of letter delivery."
"The Chosen has the ability to talk remotely, and telling them about the message can have the effect of'doubling the effort with half the effort.'"
"Well,'get twice the result with half the effort.' This is an old saying in the hometown of the Chosen people. The effect is that only half the strength is used, and the effect is doubled. The effort is small but the effect is large."
Listening to Thranduil's words, the two little elves nodded, earnestly and admiringly.
And Taylor was also very emotional:
Worthy of being a royal wizard!
When thinking about problems, when educating younger generations, it is also so profound and knowledgeable!
But soon, he heard Thranduil continue:
"Not only this wonderful ability to transmit information, they also have many other strange abilities, as long as they are good at using them, they can all be used by us."
"For example, their immortality... We are perfectly capable of letting them do some tasks with relatively high mortality when fighting."
"When we are in danger, don't have psychological obstacles. As long as there are selected people nearby, we can boldly sell them. They can be resurrected anyway."
"Of course, the process needs to be tactful, to express concerns about them appropriately, and sometimes you can use aggressive methods..."
Taylor:...
What... It feels like something is wrong?
He looked at Thranduil and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
And Thrandil's teaching continues:
"Besides...try to remember their names. They take pride in being remembered by us. Using this skillfully, you can even let them do very complicated tasks at a small price."
Taylor:...
"Also, although I have emphasized it many times with you before, but this time I will reiterate that it is the use of the gender of the chosen person."
"Female Chosen always has a good impression on male elves, especially handsome male elves, and vice versa. Taking advantage of this can save a lot of contribution in the process of the task, and sometimes it can even be for nothing..."
"You two are still young, and you look cute. Many natural-chosen people lack resistance to cute things, and some male natural-chosen people like your image the most. This is your advantage."
"You can use this to shape your personal settings, and you can use this to make the Chosen One your help."
"If you do well, you can even get a large number of loyal followers who are willing to die for your smile, the phrase ‘big brother, big sister’."
"Of course, gender is not absolute, it depends on specific circumstances."
Taylor:...
He watched Thranduil explain to the two young elves with a smile on the various techniques of using the Chosen, subconsciously swallowed, and couldn't help but shiver.
The original royal elves... terrible!
This Sirandil-sama looked at him with a smile on weekdays, and was very easy-going, but he didn't expect to have such a side...
Is this the real him?
In the future, you must not offend him...
Otherwise, I won't know how bad luck really is.
...
"Is Thranduil let you pass on the news?"
Looking at the flattering player in front of him, Eve's expression was slightly weird.
That guy... more and more will take advantage of the players.
Shaking his head, Eve opened the file that the player transcribed by taking a photo.
She just glanced at it and understood it.
"It turned out to be about the preparation for the positioning ceremony."
She murmured.
As the true behind, no one knows the things of his followers better than Eve.
She knew exactly what Thranduil passed on, and was even more specific than what was described above.
Of course, knowing that it is knowing that since it is now appearing in the vest of the Favored One Zero, it is still the way to do it.
At this point of thought, Eve looked at the player sending the letter.
"Thank you."
She nodded to the other party, and rewarded 3000 points of contribution.
The player who sent the letter looked happy, and then thanked him and left.
And Eve was lost in thought.
She looked at her status bar:
【Name: Eve Uktra Hill】
[Race: World Tree (Ancient God)]
【Level: 150 (Mythology)】
[Status: Weak and other supernatural power]
【Title: Nature, Life, Wizard】
[Title: Goddess of Life, Mother of Nature, Master of Elves]
【Divine power value: 8721/10000】
[Number of believers: 135,180 (Saints 1, 128 fanatics, 25414 devout believers, 109642 shallow believers)]
[Types of believers: Crypt Spider Mother (1), Dragon (1), Oak Tree Guard (105), Elf (2467), Half Elf (1453), Elf Hybrid Human (130924), Human (214), Half Orc (15)]
[Ability: absorb, communicate, bestow, enlighten, heal, summon, surrender, divine domain...]
[True Artifact: Scepter of Life, Withered 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 war is also very expensive.
But Eve believed that Uller would definitely be worse than he was, for fear that it might be the supernatural power.
The most gratifying thing is the number of believers. Although the number of devout believers is a bit short, the total number has reached the standard for positioning the kingdom of God.
Combined with some of Eve's guesses, this believer in quantity and quality should be almost enough.
"Wait, it's not the best time yet. After Ural's myth comes out, it will be the best time..."
She murmured.
"It should be soon. When the half-orcs judge that they cannot defeat the player through the army, they will definitely choose to dispatch the myth. At that time, it is also the real decisive moment."
The battle of faith is essentially a battle of the true gods.
And this time, the power of myth is destined to end.
When myths go to war, the real decisive battle is no longer a secular battle, but a confrontation between myths.
With a decision in his mind, Eve looked at his message again.
Looking at the last one of the believers, her eyes were a little strange.
She has more than a dozen orc believers.
Those were the orc slaves who were robbed of Rivendell by the players as miners.
I don’t know how the players brainwashed, but a few of the thousands of half-orc miners have really successfully fooled...
Of course, they are all shallow believers.
Moreover, the quality of faith provided by half-orcs is not high, just a little better than the average of humans.
Shaking his head, Eve looked at the battlefield.
The battle in the desert of death continues.
But she did not participate in the war, but stood on a high platform on the earth wall and watched.
The battle has become anxious and turned into a tug of war, extremely tragic.
The army of half-orcs has approached the city wall, and many parts of the city wall have been set up with siege towers~EbookFREE.me~Melee combat has taken place around the earth wall. The original yellowish-brown city wall has been half The blood of the orcs and the players turned dark red.
However, with the blessing of the magical defensive barrier, coupled with the home court advantage, the Orcs could not break through the earth wall at all, but stalemate with the players.
Both sides have their own damage, but as the siege party, the half-orcs without a wizard are even more serious.
Faintly, they already have a decline.
"Morale has fallen, and the sky is dark. They won't be able to fight for too long."
"It just depends on when to retreat and when the myth is dispatched."
Looking at the army of half-orcs, Eve muttered to herself.
And not long after, a deep horn sounded from behind the orcs...
Orcs, retired.
Leave a place of equipment.