Nightingale seemed to be very popular with the chosen ones.
Following her, Taylor saw that every time she met a Chosen One, they would greet her warmly.
And Nightingale would respond with a smile.
Sometimes, Taylor even found that the chosen ones would come to Nightingale with anticipation and ask her if she had any missions to do.
That kind of flattering expression even made Taylor a little sluggish and distorted his view of the world.
He didn't expect the chosen ones to have such a side to them.
In his impression, although the chosen ones who descended to the Half Plane were a little eccentric, they were neither servile nor overbearing.
Huh?
No …
It seemed that when he first met them, they also asked him if he had any missions to do.
But at that time, he was suddenly hit on by the legendary God race and felt a little smug.
Amidst the fear and surprise, Taylor was also inevitably confused, and the other party left in disappointment …
But now it seemed … there was more to it?
Or was this proof that the chosen ones were looking for fun?
But at the same time, he also felt that Nightingale's status seemed to be much higher than he thought.
After all … she could give missions to other God races!
This caused him to become even more reserved.
The two chatted as they walked.
And Nightingale began to tell Taylor about the current situation of the Elven Forest.
After Nightingale's introduction, Taylor had a deeper understanding of the elven race, which was also the God race.
At present, the elven race in the Elven Forest could be divided into three groups.
The first tribe would be the Chosen Ones.
The chosen ones had the highest number of people in the elven race, with a total of sixty thousand people.
They were the sword and shield of the goddess, active in all parts of the Elven Forest, building the Elven Forest and protecting it at the same time.
The second group was the returning elves.
The returning elves' population was second only to the chosen ones, with more than two thousand people.
They were made up of elves from all over the world of Segers and half-elves with pure blood who had returned to the Elven Forest. They mainly lived in an elven city called Elven Lengcui.
Ms. Nightingale and the God's Chosen one, Ayr, belonged to this group.
Unlike the chosen ones who were adventurous and adventurous, the returning elves were generally peace-loving and gentle, and many of them were devout believers.
At the same time, they were the main force of the Life Church.
Unlike the Chosen Ones, the returning elves were mainly responsible for the production of the Elven Forest and the distribution of missions to the Chosen Ones.
Of course, they also had their own guards, but they were mainly responsible for the internal security of the Elf Forest and not the external defense of the Chosen Ones.
By the way, if the inhabitants of the half-plane turned into elves, they would also belong to this race.
The third group was the original elves.
There were not many original elves, less than a hundred of them, but their status was somewhat aloof.
This was because every primordial elf was personally born by the goddess and possessed extremely high potential and talent.
They lived with the chosen ones and received education from both the chosen ones and the returning elves. They were also the future of the elves.
After listening to Nightingale's description, the mystery of the Gods in Taylor's heart was finally lifted.
"Then … Miss Nightingale, may I ask what kind of elves came to our world a thousand years ago?"
Tyler asked again.
"It's the people who escaped from the Elf Forest. If they're still in this world and have returned, then they're the second type."
Nightingale replied.
As expected …
Taylor was slightly enlightened.
He felt that the legendary Gods seemed to be different from the chosen ones he met.
Compared to the elves who were currently active in the half-plane, the legendary Gods were much more stable and dignified and did not like to fight at all.
He had always thought that there was a mistake in the legends, but now it seemed that it was just because the races were different.
However, although he knew the truth, perhaps it was because of his first impression, compared to the gentle returning elves, Taylor still felt that the chosen ones were more amiable.
After all, they were the ones who saved the half-plane and also pointed out the path of faith for him.
Moreover, if he only listened to the origins of the chosen ones, Taylor felt that he was more similar to them.
After all, both of them came from another world and did not seem to be the Gods before.
However, after listening to Taylor's thoughts, Nightingale shook her head.
"It's still not the same."
"The world you're in is just a half-plane attached to the World of Segers. The plane itself was created by the goddess and His Highness Orloss."
"But the Chosen One, they come from a place even further away … It's another universe that's countless planes away. It's said that only the goddess knows where they come from. "
An even further place huh …
Taylor's expression was a little dazed.
He suddenly felt that this world was much bigger than he imagined …
He originally thought that the half-plane was the entire world, but he did not expect that there was another upper realm above the half-plane.
After coming to the upper realm, the Gods told him that there were countless planes like the World of Segers in this world.
Even beyond these countless planes, there might be even more distant worlds!
And the elves were just one of the many intelligent races in this universe …
Not only that, the elves' status was not as high as imagined. Although they were known as the noblest, most beautiful, and most elegant long-lived species in the upper realm, and although they once had a powerful civilization that dominated the plane, they were now in decline …
A thousand years ago, the elves were besieged by many other races, and even the Mother Goddess who protected the race fell. It was only recently that she secretly returned in a new form.
At this time, Taylor vaguely understood why the Gods accepted their purified bloodline and became their new race.
According to what Miss Nightingale said, the elves had been persecuted by the other races for a thousand years.
And the elves needed a long time to reproduce and grow. If they wanted to revive, they needed a certain number of people.
Thus, they had the opportunity to purify their bloodline …
This was Taylor's guess.
But Taylor also understood that if he wanted to obtain something, he would have to pay a corresponding price.
After being saved by the Gods and offering his faith to the Life Goddess Eve, Taylor decided on his own path …
After all, they had a bloodline connection to the Gods. If they could return to their ancestral roots and become a powerful existence that they admired, no one in the Orloss Demiplane would refuse.
And after becoming a member of the Gods, Taylor felt that it was natural for him to fight for the elves.
Only when the Gods became stronger would they be able to live better lives.
Otherwise, if the Gods were defeated, even the Orloss Demiplane might be invaded by other powerful races …
Fighting for the revival of the elves was not only for the elves, but also for the Goddess, and for himself.
But although he understood everything, Taylor still had another doubt.
"But … Since the Chosen have such great potential and have the miraculous ability to revive, why doesn't the Goddess turn all the elves into Chosen?"
"That's impossible."
Nightingale shook her head.
"The Chosen are special, and it is said that they will leave one day."
"What we can do is to strengthen ourselves with the help of the Chosen and bring the elves back to glory …"
As Nightingale said this, she seemed to have thought of something and looked a little disappointed.
They will leave one day …
For some reason, Taylor suddenly felt a little sad when he heard Nightingale say this.
Although he hadn't interacted with the Chosen for a long time, he still respected them and liked those lively fellows.
"I understand. Then, Lady Nightingale, if I want to grow from a half-elf to a true elf, what should I do?"
Taylor sighed and asked another question of his own.
Hearing his words, Nightingale walked out of that inexplicable disappointment.
She forced a smile and explained.
"It's like this."
"You need to be taught by other elves in the temple and learn more about the 'Holy Bible of Life', as well as our history and culture …"
"The temple will hold regular examinations. After passing the examinations, you can obtain the qualification to purify your bloodline again and become a pure-blooded elf."
"Of course, if you make outstanding contributions, such as developing a large number of believers of life, or combining the knowledge of the other worlds of the Chosen to invent some novel items, or making outstanding contributions to the reconstruction of the Elven Forest, you will also have the opportunity to qualify."
So that's how it is.
Taylor nodded.
He still admired the culture of the Gods. After all … the entire civilization of the Orloss Demiplane was passed down by the elves.
Being able to learn the true elven culture and understand the true elven history would not only help him gain a foothold in this new world, but it would also be a pilgrimage in itself.
Thinking of the pilgrimage, Taylor's heart skipped a beat.
"By the way, Miss Nightingale, I heard from the other Gods, um … the Chosen, that Goddess Eve is also in this world?"
"That's right."
Nightingale nodded.
With that, she looked at Kainoran Square in front of the Temple of Life in the city.
The square was a necessary building in every elven city. This custom had even been passed down to the Orloss Demiplane.
Nightingale's gaze was focused on a huge magic array with a radius of more than ten square meters in the square.
Taylor followed her gaze, only to see the huge spell formation flickering with light from time to time. New fairies were constantly coming out of it, and at the same time, other fairies were constantly entering it.
This was a large-scale teleportation array that only existed in legends!
However, Taylor noticed that most of the elves coming in and out were wearing gorgeous armor and robes, completely different from Nightingale's simple and elegant attire.
And these elves were almost all Chosen.
"Do you see this magic array? It leads to another elven city, a city built by the Chosen. It's called the City of Heaven's Chosen. "
"This is an incomparably wonderful and beautiful city located in another dimension. It's also the holy city of the elves. Only the Chosen of the Guardian Goddess and elves who have received the mission system bestowed by the Goddess can enter."
"The true body of the Goddess is also in this city. If you're lucky enough to become a true elf and receive the mission system bestowed by the Goddess, you can go on a pilgrimage there."
Nightingale explained.
The holy city of the elves?
The true body of the Goddess?
Taylor's expression turned serious.
He nodded seriously and decided to work hard to obtain the qualifications to become a true elf as soon as possible and then go on a pilgrimage to the City of Heaven's Chosen.
However, he did not understand a certain term that Miss Nightingale mentioned.
"Mission system?"
"That's a special ability that the Goddess bestowed upon her devout believers. You're already a devout believer. If you become a pure-blooded elf, you can awaken it."
"With the mission system, you can issue missions to other Chosen and have them help you complete things that you can't do alone."
"For the Chosen, their greatest interest is to have fun. Completing missions issued by other elves in the mission system is also their hobby and pursuit."
Nightingale explained with a smile.
Issue missions to the Chosen?
So … it's like this?
Taylor was slightly stunned.
He finally understood why some of the Chosen would curry favor with Miss Nightingale. It turned out that there really was a "mission"!
However, if this was the case, he was a little confused as to whether the status of the Chosen was high or low …
If it was high, the other elves could actually use the mission system to ask them to do things.
If it was low, Taylor found that the Gods near the temple should have returned to the elves. They had a visible respect for the Chosen who wore armor and robes.
In short … it was very strange.
At this moment, Taylor suddenly heard a thunderous sound coming from afar.
The sound seemed to come from the nearby ruins of the city and startled Taylor.
Taylor looked in the direction of the sound and saw dozens of fully armed elves in the ruins of an unrepaired building in the distance.
They looked nervous and gathered together as if they were waiting for something.
Taylor noticed that the elf who was surrounded was holding a metal tube in his hand.
The metal tube was still smoking, and in front of the elf was a short, green-skinned humanoid monster that was tied up.
There was a bloody hole in the monster's body as if it had been pierced through.
Then, under Taylor's astonished gaze, he saw the monster's body suddenly aging rapidly and finally turning into ashes …
Seeing the monster turn into ashes, the elves suddenly became excited.
They all laughed and cheered excitedly.
This is … What is going on?
Taylor was puzzled and curious.
When Nightingale saw the elves cheering, a look of realization appeared on her face.
"So it's Cuckoo Bird and the others … I didn't expect them to come here for the test."
"It seems that their transformation was successful?"
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