"Grandma Philosil, I'm sorry … I still think we should join the Chosen Ones!"
A young elf looked at the old chief of the Blaze Tribe with a determined gaze. His voice, which was still a little immature, carried a hint of fanaticism.
"These days … I've seen a side of them that I've never seen before."
"They're always full of energy, passion, and hardworking … They're always fighting for a better future! Not only that, they've always helped us selflessly … "
His voice was touched, and his words were full of determination.
"They … are our partners! I think that when they choose to fight, we can't just stand by and watch! "
"I agree!"
Another young elf nodded and said excitedly, "That's right.
"I've been thinking … are our beliefs really right? Is benevolence … really always right? "
"I've discussed and debated with the Chosen Ones on this issue before, and we even had quite a dispute. But what they said later completely enlightened me —"
"The battle between races and beliefs isn't about treating people to a meal, being kind, and accepting adversity. It can't be so gentle … This is war! War is cruel. It's a violent action where one race defeats another! "
"Being kind to others is being cruel to yourself!"
Many of the closed beta players were also keyboard warriors who would spout insults on the internet. It was too easy to fool the young elves who were as pure as a piece of white paper with iron-blooded theories …
There weren't many similar materials on the Bluestar.
It was enough to make some changes.
Looking at the young Elves who had changed after interacting with the Chosen One for a few days, Feloxere was dumbfounded.
"You … you …"
She could understand the young Elves' passion, but … there were only so many people left in the Blaze Tribe. She didn't want to see her people take risks.
But looking at their determined gazes and thinking of Mother Goddess's hints, the Blaze Tribe Elder could only sigh.
"Sigh … up to you. But … be careful. "
The Elven race was going to change.
Even though many old Elves didn't allow it, a dozen young Elves still slipped out and decided to join the players.
However, this gave the players a headache.
To the players, the native NPCs were not only tools to be used for harvesting wool, but they were also bosses.
This was because the Goddess had made a request in her quest:
He couldn't let the NPCs die.
If an NPC were to die, the players' quest rewards would be greatly reduced as a penalty!
Therefore, the players hoped that these elves could stay in Fei Lengcui obediently.
But … there was another requirement in the Goddess' quest.
If the NPCs chose to join the battle, the players could not stop them.
Players: "…"
Alright, alright.
The NPC was the boss, and the goddess was the boss that everyone had to listen to.
This … was simply asking them to escort a group of uncles to a fight. The difficulty had instantly increased by several times.
Are the NPCs the tools, or are we the tools?
However, after some consideration, Li Mu, who was the team commander, finally had a good idea.
He might as well … let these dozen or so young elves sit in the back.
The elves generally had good archery skills.
Not only would it be safe for them to act as backline shooters, but they would also be able to provide support.
Compared to the Archer class players, this was a far cry.
Even with the assistance of skills, those players who chose the archer profession, to be honest … their accuracy was really not that good.
Especially those archer players who only learned the enhanced attack skills but did not choose to learn the enhanced aiming skills. Their arrows were a disaster.
However, the most excited person about this operation was not the players, the native Elves, or Alice and the others …
It was The Black Dragon Merril.
No one knew what the Goddess had communicated with him, but the Little Black Dragon, who would rather die than submit, changed his temperament and actually became obedient.
This made the players and elves very surprised, and at the same time, they were amazed by the Goddess' power of inspiration.
In fact, even Eve did not expect the Little Black Dragon to become so enthusiastic after knowing her true identity.
However, he knew the name that Merril mentioned …
Nidhogg.
That was an ancient Black Dragon that participated in the War of the Gods a thousand years ago. It was so powerful that even the True Gods were afraid of it!
It was also the one that bit the roots of the World Tree, causing the former World Tree's power to drop greatly.
"This little monster is so hostile to Nigholdt, advocates justice, and calls itself a Silver Dragon … Could it be that it was raised by a Silver Dragon?"
Eve had some guesses about the little guy's adoptive father.
The evil Black Dragon Nigholdt had always been the Silver Dragons' nemesis!
And the Silver Dragon … In the inheritance of the World Tree that Eve had received, it seemed to have a good relationship with the World Tree.
However, Myrtle didn't recognize the World Tree even after lying under it for so long. All he did was exclaim, "What a huge tree!" Myrtle did resemble a husky from the Dragon Clan.
…
Elf Forest.
The players' teams had gradually gathered and were all teleported to Fei Lengcui.
After a period of development, more than 900 of the 1,200 beta testers had been promoted to Black-Iron rank, and more than 800 of them had accepted the main storyline mission.
Under the command of Li Mu, the players lined up in a simple formation, which did have a hint of an army.
In addition to the players, more than a dozen young Elves from the Inferno tribe joined the team.
More than a hundred Elves from the Inferno tribe were also sent off under the leadership of the tribe leader, Feloxere.
These few days, the Elves had completely settled down in Fei Lengcui with the help of the players, and they were very grateful to the players.
Just as the Saintess had said, the chosen ones did have some bad habits. For example, they ate meat, liked to take advantage of others, had a stomach full of fallacious reasoning, and sometimes were a little too flattering. There were also people who didn't let you sleep in the middle of the night and knocked on your door …
But overall, they were passionate, hardworking, and really worked hard for the future of the Elves.
Even the most inflexible and stubborn Elves couldn't deny the help and contributions of the Chosen Ones.
Looking at the Chosen Ones who looked undisciplined but excited and fearless, Feloxere secretly nodded her head.
Although their discipline was a little poor … they were really a team that dared to risk their lives.
The most terrifying thing was that they didn't care about their lives.
In addition to the undying attribute, and the help of the Black Dragon, the Saintess, and the Chosen Ones, perhaps … they could really defeat the Half-Orcs who had been entrenched in the Elf Forest for many years and force them to migrate.
She turned her head and waved her hand, taking some magic materials from her tribesmen.
"These are the materials needed to make the Teleportation Portal. I heard from the Saintess that you lack these things the most now … I brought a few Elven Mages in the tribe to make these overnight."
Teleportation Portal!
Li Mu's eyes lit up.
This was the most crucial thing in this mission.
According to the Little Black Dragon, the Half-Orc settlement was very far from here. If the Elves traveled by themselves, even with the bonus of Forest Affinity, it would take more than 20 days.
Not only that, but there were also thousands of Half-Orcs.
To be honest, without the help of the Black Dragon and Ayr, the players would be courting death.
Their overall strength was on the weaker side. The only thing they could do was to revive and work as a team.
But if they died in the Half-Orc settlement, it would be too late to run to the revival point.
But with the Teleportation Portal, it was different …
Li Mu nodded to Salty Meow and Cuckoo, who had been waiting for a long time. The two of them quickly took the materials and thanked him.
"Thank you!"
Feloxere waved her hand and sighed.
"This is all we can do."
The young Elves were enthusiastic about taking the initiative to attack the Half-Orcs, but most of the native Elves were not very interested.
After receiving the materials, Salty Meow waved to The Black Dragon Merril.
"We got the materials! We're going to set off! "
Myril glanced at the two female players and lay down unwillingly as he grumbled, "I'm sorry.
He muttered, "This time, when I bring you back, you have to roast meat for a day … no … three days!"
Upon hearing its words, Little Salty Meow's eyes turned into crescents.
"Three days? Even a week will do! "
After saying that, she and Coocoo took the materials for the magic circle and jumped onto the back of the Dark Dragon Myril under the envious gazes of the other players.
After the two of them sat down, The Black Dragon Merril roared and flapped his wings slowly to take off …
Looking at the Dark Dragon that was getting smaller and smaller, Demacia kept sighing.
"If you want to be a Dragon Knight … you have to be rich."
Hearing his words, Li Mu rolled his eyes.
"I think you won't be able to be one even if you have money."
Demacia was speechless …
Brother, can you stop adding insult to injury?
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