Elf Kingdom:Game of the World Tree Chapter 100 – Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Dragons Never Serve as Slaves

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Dragons Never Serve as Slaves

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*The Chosen One could actually evade death!*

*When the young elves who had been witnessed falling in battle reappeared exuberantly before them, the expressions of the elves from the Flame Tribe were quite something to behold.*

*However, rather than anger over being deceived, they felt more relieved.*

*Just like Alice had said, even if these Chosen Ones had some bad habits, it didn't stop the Flame Tribe elves from feeling grateful to them.*

*Perhaps the initial impression the players left on the elves was just too good.*

*Yet despite this, those players who had once put on tragic performances still received notifications of varying degrees of favorability decrease.*

*Especially Demacia, who courted death in person…*

*Seeing his favor drop from intimate to fondness with El, his face turned green and he hurriedly followed behind the little boy, constantly apologizing and trying to make amends…*

Afterwards, the elves arrived at the square of Elf Town through the Teleportation Array.

*As the scenery before their eyes changed and they took in the lush, exotic vibe of the Elf Town, all the native elves couldn't help but gasp in amazement.*

“What a beautiful little town! I've never seen architecture like this before!”

“It's somewhat similar to human's, but it feels more refined and closer to nature!”

“Those wooden lofts and terraces are delightful! And the gardens composed of stones and ponds have an indescribable charm…”

*Every elf was a natural-born artist.*

*And the meticulously crafted Elf Town by the players was undoubtedly an eye-opener for them.*

*Especially after Eve moved beyond her near-death state, the wooden structures in the town regained vitality, giving them a fairytale-like look of plant houses while maintaining the original architecture's style and charm.*

*This aligned perfectly with the elves' aesthetics.*

Hearing the elves' admiration, Alice explained,

“This is Elf Town, or rather… the Chosen City! It was built by all the Chosen Ones themselves. It's also the home of the Chosen Ones.”

After speaking, she pointed to the stele in the center of the square,

“Do you see? Carved on that stele are the names of all the Chosen Ones who participated in building the town, though… it's inscribed in a mysterious script only the Chosen Ones understand.”

*The town was built by the Chosen Ones?*

*The elves listened, their expressions filled with surprise.*

*They glanced at the players moving about in the town and gathering towards them, their gazes changing once again.*

Philosier drew a symbol of Mother Nature across his chest and praised,

“It seems… they're not just brave warriors but also noble artists!”

Samir pondered for a moment, his expression suddenly becoming astonished,

“Wait… Alice, you said the town was built by the Chosen Ones. Does that mean… they constructed such a scaled town in just a few months?”

Alice glanced at the players and nodded,

“That's right.”

Upon receiving confirmation, the elves from the Flame Tribe expressed astonishment once again.

*With magic's presence, building a city wasn't difficult for the elves.*

*However, constructing a town that was an artistic masterpiece in various styles was indeed challenging.*

*Meanwhile, they were once more awed by the wisdom of the Mother Goddess.*

“Only a True God… could receive allegiance from such brave warriors, right?”

“A sanctuary! This… is the new sanctuary of the Mother Goddess!”

An elderly elf exclaimed excitedly.

*As the elves raised their heads and saw the majestic World Tree, their expressions grew even more enthusiastic.*

*Especially the elders.*

*Unlike the young elves who had never seen the World Tree, these elders had witnessed its true form once, though back then, it had been withered and dying.*

*But now, the World Tree was full of life!*

*Its green leaves covered the branches, exuding vitality.*

*Even standing in the square, the elves could feel the vibrant life energy emanating from the World Tree along with its subtle divine aura.*

*Their faces were filled with reverent fervor as they knelt down,*

“Praise nature! Praise life! Praise the great elven sovereign!”

“Mother Goddess, we… have returned!”

*As they worshiped, the World Tree also emitted a faint halo.*

*Particles of green light floated out, turning the square into a verdant sea once again.*

*At the same time, a gentle and ethereal hymn was faintly heard, and all the elves felt a serene calm wash over them, relaxing their minds and bodies like never before.*

“Welcome home.”

*In their consciousness, a solemn yet kind female voice appeared.*

*In an instant, all the elves lowered their heads once more, full of reverent excitement.*

Then, the voice of the Goddess resonated again in their hearts,

“Flame Tribe… settle in Feilengcui, and rebuild the city with the Chosen Ones.”

*Hearing the sacred and authoritative oracle, all the Flame Tribe elves fervently and respectfully responded,*

“We heed the Mother Goddess's decree!”

The elves of the Flame Tribe, after worshiping the World Tree, returned to Feilengcui.

*From now on, Feilengcui would be their new home.*

However, the captured Black Dragon Mairrel was left behind.

*This Little Black Dragon was dazed the moment it was teleported to Elf Town,*

“Tree… such a tall… big tree!”

*Due to some special reasons, its dragon heritage in its mind wasn't complete, so the little one didn't immediately recognize the gigantic tree in front of it as the legendary World Tree.*

*However, it sensed from the entity a daunting and terrifying pressure…*

*Dragons were very sensitive to auras.*

*In just a moment, Mairrel realized that it was a terribly strong creature reaching the level of a True God.*

“Ancient… it's definitely an Ancient God!”

*It shivered, recalling the majestic voice it heard.*

*Ancient Gods…*

*They were rarer and more terrifying than the True Gods of Faith!*

*Good heavens! Was there still an awakened Ancient God in the Segis World?!*

*As Mairrel was shaken to its core, the divine rope binding it disappeared.*

*Then, that terrifying voice appeared in its mind once more,*

“I'm giving you a choice—submit to me.”

*Mairrel was speechless…*

*One choice, was that even a choice?!*

*Mairrel's black dragon face turned green.*

*It was Mairrel, a noble dragon, the longest-lived Golden race. Not even an Ancient God could make it submit!*

*This was the pride of a dragon!*

*The Black Dragon proudly lifted its head and shouted in a sad, young voice,*

“A dragon… will never be a slave! I'd rather die than submit to you!”

*After speaking, Mairrel noticed the other side fell silent.*

*Mairrel suddenly had a bad feeling…*

*A moment later, it heard the nerve-wracking voice in its mind again, with a hint of amusement,*

“Alright.”

“Since you don't want to submit, then die.”

“The Black Dragon's entire body is full of treasures. Its scales can be made into armor, its Dragon Blood can create Arrays and Runes, can also cultivate Dragon Blood Warriors, Dragon Meat is the finest cuisine, which can enhance worldly creatures' physique, as for the Dragon Heart and Dragon Crystal, they're even more useful… even the Dragon Soul, can be forged into the soul of a Bone Dragon Undead, it combines perfectly with the Dragon Bone…”

“Hmm… come to think of it, even a corpse is quite valuable.”

*Mairrel was speechless…*

*Evil God!*

*It was undoubtedly an Evil God!*

*The Little Black Dragon shivered, tears welling up in its eyes.*

“I… I'll submit…”

*Its voice was filled with grievance.*

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