Hearing Taylor's words, Thrandil, the primordial elf, put down the quill in his hand and raised his head slightly.

He smiled slightly:

"Good work."

The voice is mellow and good, and the smile is as bright as spring.

With that handsome and foul countenance, coupled with such a sunny smile, even if Taylor was sure that his whereabouts were absolutely fine, he couldn't help but feel half a beat faster......

And the last time he was like this was when I saw the statue of the goddess for the first time.

Hell, is this the horror of the primordial royal family?

Taylor couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Well, how many believers are able to participate in the half-plane now?"

Thranduil asked gently.

Taylor looked stunned.

He cleared his throat, looked away, took a small book from his bosom, and read:

"Lord Thranduil, as of today, the Half-Plane has summoned a total of nearly 130,000 life believers to participate in the ceremony, of which about 20,000 have reached the level of faith."

"Of the 20,000 devout believers, 1,244 passed the test under the crown of the goddess, and initially purified their bloodlines and became half-elves; 106 people passed the second test and became true elves. ”

"Nearly half of all believers are concentrated in the city of Seggs, and the rest are scattered in the surrounding cities and villages."

"At present, the number of believers is increasing rapidly, and the rate is increasing, although it has weakened in recent days due to the departure of the Chosen One, but it is still rapid. More than 500 people ...... registered every day."

"The first batch of clansmen who have passed the test of the Goddess's Crown have already carried out in-depth teachings for potential believers under the guidance of the mentors, and the subsequent bloodline purification will be smoother."

"Within a month, the number of believers who have passed the first test is expected to exceed 3,000, and the number of believers who have passed the second test is expected to exceed 500......

"However, the increase in new devout believers has reached a bottleneck and may take more time."

The missionary work in the half-plane was still going well, especially as the priesthood grew.

Unfortunately, the millennia of isolation combined with the fall of the Creation Church has made the inhabitants of the Half-Plane of Oros not as obsessed with faith as they are in the world of Seggs.

The conversion of faith here is not as rapid as that of the main plane, even if millions of residents have become unbelievers, and there are few cases of instant acceptance of faith, most people only become believers after a certain amount of preaching, and it is even more difficult to become devout believers.

Of course, the benefits are also obvious.

The faith of these millions of people will sooner or later be Eve's.

Listening to Taylor's answer, Thranduil nodded in satisfaction:

"Good, it's going a lot faster than I thought."

He paused, picked up the nectar tea produced by the Chosen One on the desk, took a sip, and asked:

"How's the work at the altar?"

Taylor replied respectfully:

"All the altars have been set up and inspected twice, and now they are being inspected for the third time. In addition, the idol of the goddess under the crown has also been placed and blessed with prayers. ”

"Not bad! As the first half-plane Clan to purify the bloodline, Taylor, you did a great job! This amount has exceeded the church's expectations. ”

Thranduil praised.

Taylor smiled sheepishly, and then reverently drew a symbol of the scepter of life on his chest:

"Everything...... It's all for the crown of the goddess! ”

Then he asked:

"What are we going to do next, Lord Thrandil?"

Thranduil groaned for a moment and said:

"Wait for the oracle under the crown of the goddess, while continuing to promote the faith of the goddess and get more companions to join us."

"Hehe, don't be in a hurry about preaching, it's like a snowball, if we do well in the early stage, the work will be smoother and smoother."

"Next, let's report the situation here to Lord Zero first."

"Tell Master Zero? Need me a run? ”

Taylor asked.

Thranduil shook his head:

"No, you don't."

He turned around, patted the little elf girl beside him, and whispered:

"Go and call the Chosen One outside."

Elf Lori nodded, and then ran out of the side hall with a click.

After a while, Taylor saw a group of green-eyed Chosen ones rushing in......

"Lord Thrandil, do you have a mission to do?"

"What do you need to do? I'm very quick to do things! ”

"Lord Thranduil, you are so handsome! Ask for a task! Anything goes! I don't pick! ”

They chattered and soon surrounded Thranduil's desk.

What's more, they even moved their hands and feet......

Taylor:......

Hey, hey, hey!

You're almost leaning on Lord Thrandil, the Chosen One!

And that female warrior, what are you doing with your hands?!

The corners of his mouth twitched, unable to bear to look at him.

The Chosen One is good at everything.

It's just that after getting along with them for a long time, after knowing their true colors, the image collapsed more violently.

These guys are serious when they preach, and they all seem to be shrouded in the aura of a saint.

Of course, it wasn't until later that Taylor didn't know that it was the light effect of the Chosen One......

And when it comes to tasks, their images will be reversed in an instant, and they will turn into licking dogs......

Not only that, but the Chosen One by one is completely face-controlled.

Well...... Yan control.

The word is still Taylor listened to their own words.

He couldn't agree more.

What can make the female Chosen One so crazy is that there is only Thranduil in the entire Elven Forest......

Thrandil, on the other hand, seemed accustomed to the attitude of the Chosen One.

He quietly dodged the players' hands and smiled.

Then, to one of the female players, he said:

"Miss Momozi, huh? I have a task that I can delegate to you? ”

Seeing Thrandil's gaze, the female Chosen One was stunned, and then ecstatic:

"When...... Of course! I do! ”

The other Chosen ones looked disappointed and cast envious and jealous glances at the player whose ID was Momozi.

Thranduil nodded, and said gently:

"Then please use the contact information of your Chosen One to pass on these messages to Master Zero."

With that, he gestured to Taylor.

Taylor was stunned for a moment, but quickly handed the document he had just sorted out to the female Chosen One.

Player Momozi looked overjoyed, saluted Thranduil, and then left surrounded by other players.

In the distance, her excited voice was heard:

"Didn't you hear that! My husband even knows my name! Ahhh He knows my name! ”

And...... Other Chosen One's complaints:

"It's obviously everyone's husband!"

"Got it...... Got it...... I know that the emperor has turned over your brand......"

Taylor:......

Of course, there is also envy and curiosity:

"Awesome......"

"Do you have a high opinion rating?"

"What is written on the paper? Open it up and take a look! Is it a hidden plot? ”

Taylor:......

And after the Chosen One had all left, Thranduil looked at the two elf little Loli beside him again, and said gently:

"See? When there is something to do, give it to the Chosen One, especially this kind of messenger. ”

"The Chosen One has the ability to communicate remotely, and telling them about the message can have the effect of 'doing twice the result with half the effort'."

"Well, 'do more with less', this is the ancient saying of the hometown of the Chosen One, to the effect that only half the strength is used, and the effect is doubled, and the effect is great with less force."

Listening to Thrandil's words, the two elf little loli couldn't stop nodding, looking serious and admiring.

And Taylor was also very emotional:

It's a royal elf!

When thinking about problems, when educating younger generations, it is also profound and knowledgeable!

But soon he heard Thranduil continue:

"Not only is this wonderful ability to convey information, but they have many other strange abilities that can be used by us if we use them well."

"Like their immortality...... We're perfectly capable of having them do tasks with a high mortality rate while they're fighting. ”

"When we are in danger, we should not have psychological barriers, as long as there are the chosen ones nearby, just be bold enough to sell them, anyway, they can be resurrected after death."

"Of course, the process should be tactful, moderately express your concerns about them, and sometimes you can use the method of agitation......"

Taylor:......

How...... Feeling like something is wrong?

He looked at Thranduil and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

And Thrandeil's teachings continued:

"In addition...... Try to remember their names, they take pride in being remembered by us, and with that, you can even get them to do complex tasks at a very small cost. ”

Taylor:......

"Also, although I have emphasized it to you many times before, I will reiterate it this time, and that is to use the gender of the Chosen One."

"The Female Chosen always has a crush on male elves, especially the more handsome ones, and vice versa, and taking advantage of this can save a lot of contribution in the course of the task, and sometimes even prostitute ......"

"You two are still young and cute in appearance, many of the Chosen lack of resistance to cute things, and some male Chosen ones like you like the most, which is your advantage."

"You can use this to shape your own persona, and you can use it to make the Chosen One your favor."

"If you do it well, you can even gain a large number of loyal followers who are willing to die for a smile and a 'big brother, big sister'."

"Of course, gender is not absolute, it depends on the specific situation."

Taylor:......

He watched Thranduil smile as he explained the various techniques of the Chosen One to the two young elves, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help but shudder.

Primordial royal elves...... It's scary!

This Lord Thranduil looks smiling and easy-going on weekdays, but he didn't expect to have such a side......

Is this the real him?

In the future, you must not offend him......

Otherwise, you won't know how unlucky you are.

……

"Is it the news that Thranduil asked you to deliver?"

Looking at the flattering player in front of her, Eve's expression was slightly strange.

The guy ...... More and more will take advantage of the player's advantage.

Shaking her head, Eve opened the file that the player had transcribed by taking a photo.

She just glanced at it and understood.

"It turned out that it was about the preparation of the positioning ceremony."

She muttered.

As the true God behind it, no one knows the things of his followers better than Eve.

What Thranduil conveyed, she already knew, was even more concrete than what was depicted above.

Of course, knowing is knowing, since it is now appearing in the vest of Divine Favor Zero, it is still necessary to do what it should be.

With that in mind, Eve looked at the player who was sending the message.

"Good work."

She nodded at the other party and rewarded her with 3,000 contribution points.

The player who sent the letter looked overjoyed, then thanked him and left.

Eve, on the other hand, fell into deep thought.

She glanced at her status bar:

[Name: Eve Yuktrahir]

[Race: World Tree (Old God)]

[Level: 150 (Mythic)]

[Status: Weak Divine Power]

[Priesthood: Nature, Life, Elves]

[Title: Goddess of Life, Mother of Nature, Master of Elves]

[Divine Power: 8721/10000]

[Number of believers: 135,180 (1 saint, 128 fanatics, 25,414 devouts, 109642 shallow believers)]

[Cult Types: Crypt Spider Queen (1), Dragon (1), Oak Guardian (105), Elf (2467), Half-Elf (1453), Elven Half-Blood Human (130924), Human (214), Half-Orc (15)]

[Ability: Absorb, Communicate, Give, Ignite, Heal, Summon, Descent, Divine Domain......]

[True Artifact: Life Scepter, Withered Heart (Broken)]

……

After so many days, her divine power has not changed much.

Although there are more believers and more feedback from players in battle, the consumption of war is also great.

However, Eve believes that compared to herself, Urrel's side must be even worse, and she is afraid that her divine power will fall to the ground.

The most gratifying thing is the number of believers, although the number of devout believers is a little worse, but the total number has reached the standard for the positioning of the kingdom of God.

Combined with some of Eve's speculations, this number and quality of believers should be almost okay.

"Wait, it's not the best time yet, it's the best time to wait for the myth on Ulral's side......"

She muttered.

"It should be soon, when the orc side judges that it will not be able to defeat the player through the army, it will definitely choose to dispatch the myth, and at that time, it will also be the moment of decisive battle in the real sense."

The battle of faith is essentially a battle of the true God.

And this time, the power of mythology is doomed.

Myths enter the war, and the real decisive battle is no longer a secular battle, but a confrontation between myths.

With a decision in mind, Eve looked at her message again.

Looking at the last one of the cult species, her gaze was slightly strange.

She, a dozen more orc believers.

They were orc slaves who had been kidnapped by the players to work as miners in Rivendell.

I don't know how the players brainwashed, but among the thousands of orc miners, they really managed to fool a few......

Of course, all are shallow believers.

And the quality of faith provided by orc believers is not high, just a little better than the average of humans.

Shaking her head, Eve looked at the battlefield.

The battle for the Desert of Death continues.

But instead of fighting, she stood on a high platform in the earthen wall and watched.

The battle has turned into a tug-of-war, and it is extremely tragic.

The army of orcs has approached the city walls, many parts of the city walls have been set up by them siege towers, melee battles have taken place all over the earthen walls, and the original yellow-brown city walls have been stained dark red by the blood of the orcs and players.

However, with the blessing of the divine defense barrier and the home field advantage, the orcs were unable to break through the earthen wall at all, and instead stalemate with the players.

Both sides suffered damage, but the orcs who were the besieging side and did not have a mage were even more devastated.

Faintly, they are already in decline.

"Morale has dropped, it's getting dark, and they won't be able to fight for long."

"It's up to you when to retire and when to dispatch the myth."

Looking at the orc formation, Eve muttered to herself.

And not long after, the deep sound of a horn came from the rear of the orc......

Half-orcs, retired.

Left behind a place of equipment.