Chapter 100: The dragon is never a slave

　　 The Chosen One will not die!
　　 When the young elves who had witnessed the death of the battle reappeared in front of them, the expressions of the elves of the flame tribe were exceptional.
　　 However, they were more relieved than the anger of being deceived.
　　 Just as Alice said, even if these Chosen people have some bad habits, they might as well appreciate the elves of the Flame Tribe.
　　Perhaps, it was the first impression that the players left on the elves.
　　 But even so, those players who had performed a tragic drama still received varying degrees of hints that their favorability declined.
　　Especially Demacia who died in person...
　　 Seeing that his affection changed from intimacy to like Al, his face turned green, and he followed Xiao Zhengtai quickly, and kept asking for apologies...
　　 And then, the elves came to the square of the elven town through the teleportation circle.
　　 When the field of vision in front of him changed and the surrounding greenery and exotic spirit town were clearly seen, all the native elves couldn't help but exclaimed.
　　 "What a beautiful town! The style of these buildings... I have never seen it before!"
　　 "It's a bit like human, but it feels more refined than human, and closer to nature!"
　　 "Those wooden lofts and tables are so beautiful! And those gardens made up of stones and pools, there is an indescribable taste..."
　　 Every elf is a born artist.
　　 And the elf town carefully built by the players is undoubtedly an eye-opener for them.
Especially after Eve got out of the dying state, the wooden buildings in the town were revived and rejuvenated, making the buildings look like plant houses in fairy tales, but they kept the originals well. The style and charm of the building.
　　 This is very much in line with the aesthetics of elves.
　　 Listening to the admiration of the elves, Alice explained:
　　 "This is a small town of elves, or... the city of the Chosen! It was built by all the Chosen. This is also the home of the Chosen."
After 　　 finished, she pointed to the stone monument in the center of the square:
　　 "Have you seen it? The names of all the chosen people who participated in the construction of the town are carved on that stone tablet, but... they are carved with mysterious characters that can only be understood by the chosen people."
　　 The town was built by the Chosen?
　　 The elves were surprised when they heard it.
　　 They looked at the players moving around in the town and constantly gathering towards them, their eyes changed again.
　　Ferosil drew a symbol of Mother Nature on his chest, and exclaimed:
　　 "It seems... they are not only brave fighters, but also noble artists!"
　　 And Samir pondered for a moment, but his expression suddenly became astonished:
　　 "Wait... Alice, you said that the town was built by the Chosen, which means... it took them a few months to build a town of this size?"
　　 Alice glanced at the players and clicked:
"Is such that."
　　 was confirmed, and the elves of the Flame Tribe exclaimed again.
　　There is magic, and it is not difficult for the elves to build a city.
　　 But it would be very difficult to build such a small town like a work of art with various styles.
　　 At the same time, they were once again shocked by the wisdom of the mother god.
　　 Only the true god... can you get the allegiance of such a warrior, right?
　　 "Holy place! This...is the new holy place of Mother God!"
　　 An old elf said excitedly.
　　 And when the elves raised their heads and saw the mighty world tree, their expressions became even more excited.
　　 Especially the elderly.
　　 Unlike the young elves who have never seen the world tree in person, these elderly people have seen the true appearance of the world tree, but the world tree at that time has already withered.
　　 But the current world tree is full of life!
　　 The green leaves dotted the branches and were full of vitality.
　　 Even standing on the square, the elves can feel the vitality and the holy breath of the World Tree.
　　 They looked devout and fanatical, and bowed down one after another:
　　 "Praise nature! Praise life! Praise the great elf master!"
　　 "Mother God, we... are back!"
　　 With their worship, the World Tree also emits a faint halo.
　　 Green photons flew out, once again decorating the square into a green sea.
　　 At the same time, the ethereal hymn came faintly, and all the elves felt their hearts calmed down for an instant, and their whole body and mind were relaxed as never before.
"Welcome home."
　　 In their consciousness, there was a majestic and kind female voice.
　　 For a moment, all the elves bowed their heads again, their expressions pious and excited.
　　 Then, the voice of the goddess resounded in their hearts again:
　　 "The Flame Tribe... settled in Feilengcui and rebuilt the city with the Chosen."
　　 Hearing the sacred and majestic oracle, all the elves of the flame tribe replied enthusiastically and respectfully:
　　 "Please follow the mother oracle!"
The elves of the flame tribe returned to Feilengcui again after they worshipped the World Tree.
　　 From then on, Feilengcui will become their new home.
　　 However, the captured black dragon Myrell was left behind.
　　 This little black dragon was stunned when he teleported to the fairy town:
　　 "The tree...so tall...what a big tree!"
　　 For some special reasons, the dragon inheritance in its mind is not complete, so the little guy did not immediately recognize that the giant tree in front of him is the legendary world tree.
　　 However, it sensed the huge and terrifying pressure from the opponent...
　　The dragon is very sensitive to breath.
　　Only for an instant, Myrell realized that this was a terrifying creature with the strength of a true god.
　　 "Ancient...ancient god...this is definitely an ancient god!"
　　 It shivered, reminiscent of the majestic voice it heard.
　　 Ancient God...
　　 That is even rarer than the number of people who believe in true gods~EbookFREE.me~ and even more terrifying existence!
　　 My God! Does the awakening ancient still exist in the world of Seggs? !
　　 When Myrell was shocked, the power cord on it disappeared.
　　 Then, the terrible voice appeared in its mind again:
　　 "Give you a choice-surrender to me."
　　Mireel:...
　　 Is it a choice or a choice? !
　　 Myrell's black dragon face is turning green.
　　 It is a noble dragon, and the golden race with the longest life span, even the ancient gods cannot make it succumb!
　　 This is the pride of the dragon!
　　 I saw the black dragon raising his head and yelling sadly in an immature voice:
　　 "The dragon... will never be a slave! Even if I die, I will not surrender to you!"
　　 After finishing speaking, Myrell found that the other party was silent.
　　Mirel suddenly felt a little bad...
　　 After a while, the sound that made it frightened sounded in its mind, with a hint of playfulness:
"Ok."
　　 "Since you don't want to surrender, then die."
"The whole body of the black dragon is a treasure. The scales can be used to make armor. The dragon blood can make spell formations and inscriptions. It can also train dragon blood warriors. Dragon meat is the most high-end food material. , It’s more useful... even dragon souls can be trained into the souls of bone dragon undead souls, which can be used in combination with dragon bones..."
　　 "Well... thinking about it this way, it seems that a corpse is not bad."
　　Mireel:...
　　 Cthulhu!
　　 This is definitely a hateful evil god!
　　 The little black dragon shivered, his eyes full of tears.
　　 "I...I surrender..."
　　 Its sound is very wronged.