The Emerald Garden has never been so lively for a few days. The elves gathered here like mountains and seas. They were full of pointed ears, golden hair, and gentle and clever words.
Elvish language originated from the singing of ancient songs. Most of the syllables are euphemistic, making humans feel like singing.
This time the stage is located in the middle of the lake in front of the Palace of the Green Moon. The rostrum is the front square of the palace. The Elf Queen, with fifteen seats, and the most respected people in the Elf clan gather here. On the opposite side of the lake and around the
There were many curious and expectant elves standing in the several-story auditorium and even on the big trees in the distance.
Thousands of eyes gathered here, and countless people were daydreaming about today's glorious showdown and the great significance behind it.
Even people who are not sensitive to politics are now slowly realizing that this confrontation may affect the direction of the forest in the next few hundred years, which faction should listen to and which path should be walked.
Different from the lively and noisy crowd outside, the two sides on the rostrum were currently having a calm and silent negotiation.
"We believe that in order to prevent the competition from prolonging too long and causing accidents, all competitions should be completed today," a representative of the conservatives said.
"Why is this?" As a neutral, Malantha was a little surprised.
"Who knows." Vistena looked at the representative opposite and spoke calmly.
"Then what are you planning to do?"
The conservative was a little surprised that Vestina didn't object, so he simply stated the subsequent proposal.
"Our suggestion is to conduct the last few competitions together."
"What if the singers of some songs are vacant?" Marantha quickly thought of this question.
"Then there's nothing we can do. We can't even find a suitable singer, so maybe we should take the initiative to admit defeat." The conservative pretended to be contemptuous.
"Are you prepared to gamble?" The other elves present discussed in low voices.
"I don't know. Maybe the conservatives have some information. If we go by the comparison of each match, they don't have enough chanters, so they have to admit defeat in certain matches."
"And if we go together, there will be a lot of variables. If the other party has strong assistance, and one person can defeat several people on the opposite side, then the problem of insufficient singers will be solved."
"But it's also possible that the opposite is true. Maybe there are more singers on the conservative side and they want to use this to catch them all."
"This will test the intelligence and trump cards of both parties."
"If it were Vistena, she wouldn't agree. Whatever the other party asks for, it must be an unfavorable trap."
"Indeed, it would be better not to agree..."
While the people below were still discussing, Vistena uncharacteristically agreed to this unreasonable proposal.
"If this is your request, then we will graciously agree."
Hearing that Vistena was so unexpectedly fooled, the representative showed an expression of ecstasy on his face, but he quickly came to his senses, covered his mouth and started coughing.
"Ahem... Since Lord Sage agreed, let's start preparations." After saying that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he walked quickly.
Looking at the figure who left in a hurry, Vistena didn't know what the other person was thinking, but she didn't object. Instead, she looked past the representative and slowly looked at the conservative members on the other side of the venue, silently in her heart.
Counting the number and strength of the people on the opposite side, he then moved his gaze again, looking at the crowd of elves at the venue and the silent figures standing on the big trees in the forest.
Just bear with it a little longer, it would be better if it could be resolved peacefully, she thought to herself, and then slowly returned to her faction.
More than ten minutes later, the ceremonial officer on the rostrum began to loudly announce the change in the rules and the subsequent competition arrangements. This made the elves who were already looking forward to it cheer loudly, and the words were like swallows flying across the forest.
‘It’s about to begin.’ Lorraine Hill lightly crossed his fingers and touched them in front of him, closing his eyes and concentrating.
What she is wearing today is particularly unusual. She wears a pure white dress, which is extremely light and gorgeous. There are colorful tiny squares on the sleeves, and the collar is made of golden stretched leaves. Her shoulders are exposed, and her snow-white skin and soft
The unfolded gold leaves complement each other, and gold lines cross on both sides of the chest, which are fixed with small star buttons, tightening the skirt and outlining it, thereby showing the girl's soft waist and breast curves.
There are two thin golden threads hanging halfway on both sides of the waist, like golden necklaces, which dilute the too pure white and monotonous color on the waist. The skirt below is decorated with golden thin rope belts, like a
A small wind chime hangs on the skirt, fluttering with the pure white skirt.
After the ceremonial officer announced the start, people from both parties began to step onto the stage.
After Lorraine Hill walked up the steps that attracted everyone's attention, the six figures standing opposite also came into view.
These six elves wear butterfly masks and similar styles of clothing, but the colors are slightly different, exactly six completely different colors.
After standing still at this moment, the 1:6 disparity on the stage immediately caused a sensation.
"this……"
"How is it possible?" Not only the liberals were surprised and disbelieving, but even some conservatives were surprised and couldn't believe it.
"How come there are so many conservative singers?" Countless spectators whispered, nervous, curious, and looking forward to it.
"I don't know, I even can't believe the situation in front of me." Some elves simply can't believe that such a situation is actually happening.
"It's over now, it's all over, we're doomed." There were also some members of the Open Party half-sitting on the ground in despair, beating the ground unwillingly.
"This...maybe this is the fate of elves."
Countless sighs sounded from the audience.
"The competition begins!"
The sound of announcing the start echoed in the Emerald Courtyard. Countless quarrels and noises were silent at this moment. All eyes once again focused on the distant figure on the stage.
The elf in blue skirt: "You must be Jia Lan from the southern border of the empire."
The elf in purple skirt: "I heard she is a witch."
The elf in the red dress: "But even so."
The elf in green skirt: "You are still not our opponent."
The elf in the yellow dress: "If you step back, we won't hurt you."
The Elf in the Black Dress: "The miracle of the land of fairies, the golden flowers of seven colors, will bloom in the eyes of children."
The figures of these six elves slowly floated up, and the transparent cicada wings bloomed behind them like light, growing and stretching like buds. A new and strange feeling came to them.
It's as if this is no longer an elf, but another strange, even weird life.
The colorless breeze blows, and the grass blades on the ground stretch and sway, the bushes tremble slightly, and new branches are pulled out, and the tall trees begin to grow flower bags, regardless of whether it is the flowering season or not.
In the Emerald Garden, these six elves held hands, and the magnificent stained glass gradually took shape behind them, and then expanded layer by layer.
From covering the entire lake surface, to covering the sky with a radius of several thousand meters, until it covers the entire sky.
The colorful glass splicing forms characters, flowers, trees, mountains, rivers, sun and moon, stars and wind, just like the most beautiful tube of thousands of flowers in the world, reflecting another world in the sky.
Different from the previous single ballads, which can only bring some changes in the celestial phenomena or magical effects, when these six ballads are sung together, it seems that all the rules in the world have been overturned, and a sense of ambiguity and unreality emerges. Everyone's minds, and even some people's eyes began to see hallucinations.
"Yes, that's right, that's it."
"The remote fairy land isolated from the world, the miraculous art of creating the world, the last legacy of the past..."
In the audience seat of the Emerald Court, the figure in black robe looked into the sky, his voice nervous and excited, as if he had seen the scene he had been looking forward to in his whole life.
"What on earth did you do? Was all this calculated?" The armor-covered iron fist hit Morag hard on the cheek, knocking him to the ground.
Jie Lann looked at the man in black robe angrily in front of him, and the knights beside him also drew their swords and surrounded the man in black robe.
He did cooperate with the conservatives. Not only did he provide the 'King's Style', he also quickly transported the 'Oz Relics' kept by the family at the suggestion of the man in black robes and gave them to the elves to fulfill the agreement. .
But when the duel ended in a draw and he had given up hope, the man in black robe said that he could convince the elves, so he asked this man to negotiate with the conservative elves as his representative.
Unexpectedly, what this person is thinking about is not how to successfully marry him, but his purpose is to promote the situation we see today.
"Ah haha, Your Highness Jielan, although I deceived you, you have not lost anything, so there is nothing worth being angry about." He laughed and slowly struggled to get up from the ground, completely ignoring the sword blades around him. See it in your eyes.
"I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just ask that you continue to be here to see the end of that gorgeous show. At that time, you will understand the meaning of it all."
The sky was covered by the magnificent colored glass, which was constantly changing under the joint singing of the six elves, and finally gradually reflected a dull golden color, and the original scene of stained glass splicing seemed to be becoming reality step by step.
Like magnificent mirrors, it reflects another beautiful golden world behind it.
A glorious and peaceful, eternal and beautiful fairyland.
Affected by this, under this sky, all extraordinary people began to slowly lose control of their magic power, lose their extraordinary, or begin to slowly change. Some people felt that their bodies seemed to become very light, and some people felt that their bodies were becoming lighter. It seems that they are about to grow wings, and some people feel that they are disappearing and starting to become petite.
Looking at the bizarre and weird scene in front of him, Lorraine Hill slowly determined that if the song of the Fairy Land was allowed to continue singing, all the elves and humans present would gradually transform into fairies, and even This world will also slowly separate from the main time and space and become an isolated and stable subspace.
No wonder it is called the secret technique to reach the land of fairies, but its truth is so strange and terrifying.
However, Lorraine Hill still felt a faint sense of disharmony, as if the result was not perfect, or that it deviated from the original intention of these seven ballads.
Does what they sing must be correct?
In other words, even if the fairy who composed these seven ballads thinks so, can those who come after him change it?
Lorraine Hill took a deep breath, then jumped lightly, and his body slowly flew up.
"The Fairy's Utopia·Seventh Movement·Time and the Last Rebirth"
She skipped the first six songs in one breath and sang the last movement directly.
"Everything full of vitality only thrives for a short time"
"Life grows like vegetation"
"You are full of energy when you are young, then you are at your peak and then gradually decline."
"The prosperity and brilliance of the past are gradually forgotten"
This girl is like a star, rising slowly in this magnificent and peaceful land, and her blue hair gradually loses color in the singing, turning into flawless silver again.
The magnificent drawings in the sky that gradually turned into gold also stopped as the girl sang, and the reflected distant land became far away again, like a dream that could never be reached.
"Witnessing the brutality of time and its complicity in decay"
"To turn the whiteness of your youth into the filth of the night"
The clear and ethereal singing voice was like a chant or a sigh. As he sang, the sky darkened again, and the colorful glazed sky gradually turned into a dark night, with stars twinkling in it.
Lorraine Hill slowly opened his eyes in the night sky, and the transparent cicada wings behind him, like fireflies, gently spread out and shed a little light.
The silver hair was reflected by the firefly wings, revealing a hazy face in the night.
"I will fight against time,"
The girl took a deep breath and continued to sing. Countless fireflies and streams of light converged on her in the dark night. A sword like a flower bag was clenched in her hand. Its petals opened to form a gauntlet, and the flower core became a
The flawless pure white blade.
"It withers you"
"I asked you to replace the flowers and replace them with new clothes."
The blade of the sword shines in this dark world. A sword pierces the dark sky, and wisps of light escape from it. Then the cracks continue to spread, the colorful glass continues to shatter, and the sadness and beauty fall like rain, while those on the earth are transformed into
The phenomenon of goblins also slowly disappeared. Countless people once again sensed the previous magic power, and their extraordinary abilities began to operate again.
The elf in purple skirt: "You are like a discordant sound, so willful and arrogant."
The Elf in the Green Dress: "Songs are like the four seasons, everything should be sung in sequence."
The Elf in the Blue Dress: "When beauty is no longer beauty, what do you pursue?"
The elf in the red dress: "If breaking everything is considered noble, then the world will be like debris."
The elf in the yellow dress: "Stop, stop singing."
The elf in the black dress: "You will turn into a fading firefly, buried in the dark night, abandoned and forgotten by others."
The six elves let go of each other's hands and flew high in the sky again. They swirled under the midday sun, and then sang again.
Only this time, it is a new and mysterious event.
Pairs of transparent cicada wings slowly grow from the backs of these six elves, and finally form six broad wings. Although their colors are transparent, if you look closely, they seem to be filled with seven colors.
Six different colors gradually appeared in the corners of their eyes, and symbols of different shapes began to appear in the eyes of these six elves.
Transparent flames ignited in the eyes, and the symbols inside were like flowers, slowly rotating and blooming.
They flapped their wings again, slowly descended from the sky, and then turned into shining light.
In an instant, seventeen flapping wings flashed, and countless afterimages of light appeared and disappeared, tearing and cutting the silver-haired girl under the sky.
Dots of fireflies fell from the sky, and the silver-haired figure that was originally floating fell.
The fragments of the past when the goblins killed thirteen witches reappear again today, thousands of years later.
