Alice happily agreed to the elves' request.

As a natural saint, the closest existence among believers is to the Mother God, and her status is even higher than that of ordinary gods.

Alice herself is more enthusiastic about the spread of faith.

She first hugged each other with Samir, and then said to the elves:

"May the Mother God protect you! Dear tribesmen, please come with me!"

While speaking, Alice drew a symbol of Mother Nature on her chest.

Then, she took the elves of the Flame Tribe surrounded by players to teleport the magic circle to the center of Fei Lengcui.

Now, the core area of ​​Feilencui's temple has been newly repaired by players.

When the elves came here, many players were busy everywhere, doing daily tasks of building restoration.

Looking at these busy players, the elves of the Flame Tribe were both surprised and curious.

Filosil thought about it, but finally couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Alice... We have received a lot of help from these young people along the way, but... I see that their hair is of different colors. Which tribe are they from?"

Samir had long noticed these young people who seemed to be always full of enthusiasm and passion.

Not only that, he also saw that these people seemed to be very interested in him and the elves of the Flame Tribe.

They were very friendly, even saying... they were a bit too friendly.

It feels...it even feels a bit pleasing.

This reminded him of all the crazy behaviors he had when he was pursuing his partner when he was young.

However, Samir did not think that these young people would have any interest in homosexuality and the elderly.

Suddenly, his heart moved and he suddenly raised his head.

He looked at Alice and said excitedly:

"Is it...the chosen one?"

Hearing the old priest's words, Alice nodded and replied with a smile:

"That's right, Grandpa Samir. They are the warriors summoned by the Mother Goddess from another world, the brave and hardworking chosen ones!"

"They were the brave men summoned by the Mother God! This means that they are the primitive elves? Or... the God's envoys?!"

The elves of the Flame Tribe were all surprised.

Filosil was shocked, and she subconsciously looked at Alice.

Facing the gaze of the patriarch of the Flame Tribe, Alice hesitated for a moment and nodded reluctantly:

"Think...think."

The Mother Goddess's Crown has never mentioned the official identity of the God-Choose...

However, since they are elves, they should... be considered special primitive elves, right?

Alice thought a little confused.

Seeing the surprised expressions of the elves, the players immediately joined in the fun like a trance and started shouting:

"That's right, we are the warriors summoned by the goddess!"

"Praise nature! Praise life! Praise the great goddess sister!"

"We are the chosen ones! They are the elves born directly from the World Tree. From now on, we will be a family!"

"Uncle, aunt, brother and sister, do you have any tasks? Just call us!"

"We guarantee that the completion will be done in a timely manner!"

"Well...ah, we are still young and have a lot to learn. We will ask you more questions in the future..."

After hearing the players' words, the elves' eyes changed again.

These chosen ones...

What a group of reliable partners who are kind, enthusiastic, modest, respectable and passionate about studying!

Looking at the touching gazes of the elves, Alice hesitated for a moment and reminded carefully:

"Well... although they are very good, they may sometimes do something incomprehensible, and sometimes... they may have some human-like bad habits. You must be mentally prepared."

Nothing...uncomprehensible? Human-like bad habits?

Feiluosier was slightly stunned.

Then, she thought of the chosen ones who were not afraid of death and the ruthless pursuit of orcs, the greedy plunder of equipment after killing orcs, and the situation where their eyes shine after seeing the classics...

At this moment, she suddenly realized:

"So that's how it is!"

However, even with shortcomings, Feiluosire is still very grateful to the Chosen.

Thinking of the young chosen ones who died in battle, she said with a sad expression:

"Hey... this time to rescue us, they... they really sacrificed many companions, and nearly a hundred young lives have passed away."

Sacrifice…sacrifice your companions?

After listening to Filosil's words, Alice and others looked strange.

Barsaka, the Oak Guardian who had reduced his height to four meters, glanced at the players.

The players dodged their eyes and smiled embarrassedly.

Barcelona:...

"hehe."

He grinned and sneered, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, they are immortal."

No...undead?

Feiluosier and others looked shocked.

Even Samir looked surprised.

What does immortality mean?

Before they could ask carefully, the teleportation array in the center of the square suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and dozens of tall figures appeared in front of everyone...

They were wearing simple wooden armored robes and their expressions were excited:

"Hurry up! I heard they have arrived! And I've caught a dragon!"

"Ahem, I don't know what NPC looks like when we see us later."

"Don't mention it, Demacia, you just acted like it, it's so sad... it's like a drama artist."

"I'll see what you do when you meet later."

Listening to his companions' jokes, Demacia brags proudly:

"Hehe, isn't it just to make a good impression?"

"These new NPCs are all elves. I guess they are just as stubborn as Alice and the others. They will definitely be quick to get a good impression! When the good impression is high, what are you going to want?"

"Disgust, hate, normal, like, intimate... The difference between these different degrees of favorability is getting bigger!"

"I'll tell you why I can go out with Al to kill monsters? Isn't it because I have a close relationship with him!"

Then, he found that his companions were silent.

"Why are you not talking anymore? Is there any problem with what I said?"

He muttered strangely, and found that others were trying hard to wink him.

Demacia subconsciously followed their eyes.

In front of him...

Standing all npcs.

Demacia:...

【Ding you and Barcelona have a 20-point favorability reduction, reaching "disgust"]

[Ding you and Alice Jifeng's favorability is reduced by 20 points, maintaining "disgust"]

【Ding you and Samir Jifeng’s favorability is reduced by 20 points, reaching “normal”】

【Ding you and Filosil Lieyan’s favorability decreased by 20 points, reaching “normal”】

【Ding you and Al Moonlight’s favorability is reduced by 20 points, reaching “like”】

...

Demacia:...

"Brother Demacia..."

Al looked at him with a complicated expression:

"So that's what you think?"
Chapter completed!