Carlos had made up his mind—he planned to immediately head to the Chosen City to recruit the Chosen Ones!
However, when he emerged from the makeshift wooden hut, he found that Feilengcui was already bustling with activity.
For some reason, Feilengcui had been flooded with a large number of young Chosen Ones, packed densely together.
As far as his eyes could see, the core area of the repaired temple was filled with heads of people.
Carlos opened his mouth in surprise, wondering what was going on.
Although Feilengcui usually had its fair share of Chosen Ones, at those times they were only there to help the elves with repairs in the Holy City, but today...
*Carlos seriously doubted if every single Chosen One had come to Feilengcui.*
Not only that, but the behavior of the Chosen Ones was also very strange.
Every time they saw an elf from the Flame Tribe, they would enthusiastically gather around.
