Chapter 318: The Flash of Fluttering Wings

The second day of competition began.

The Emerald Garden has never been so lively in a few days. Elves gathered here like mountains and seas, with pointed ears, golden hair, and tactful words everywhere.

Elvish originated from the singing of ancient ballads, and most of the syllables are euphemistic, making humans rise up and sing.

This time, the stage is located in the center of the lake in front of the Palace of the Green Moon. The podium is the front square of the palace. The queen of elves, the fifteen seats, and people with high morals and respect from the elves gather here. There were many curious and anticipating elves standing in the auditorium on several floors, and even on the trees in the distance.

Thousands of eyes are gathered here, and countless people are thinking about today's brilliant showdown and the great significance behind it.

Even people who are not politically sensitive are now slowly realizing that this confrontation may affect the direction of the forest for the next few hundred years.

Different from the lively and noisy crowd on the outside, the two sides on the rostrum are currently engaged in a calm and silent negotiation.

"We believe that in order not to drag the competition too long and avoid accidents, all competitions should be completed today." A representative of conservatives said.

"Why is this?" Marantha, who was a neutral, was a little surprised.

"Who knows." Vestena looked at the eye boy on the opposite side, her voice calm.

"Then what are you going to do?"

The conservative was a little surprised that Vestena didn't object, so she simply stated her subsequent proposal.

"Our suggestion is to hold the last few games together."

"What if the singer of some songs is vacant?" Marantha quickly thought of this question.

"Then there is no way. If you can't find a suitable singer, maybe you should take the initiative to admit defeat." Conservatives pretended to be contemptuous.

"Is this going to bet?" The other elves present whispered.

"I don't know, maybe the conservatives have some information. If they don't have enough singers, they must admit defeat in some games."

"And if we go together, there will be a lot of variables. If the other party has strong assistance, one person will defeat several people on the other side, then the problem of insufficient singers will be solved."

"But the situation may be just the opposite. Maybe there are more chants on the conservative side, and they want to use this to catch up."

"This will test the intelligence and trump cards of both sides."

"If it was Vestena, she wouldn't agree. Anything the other party asks is bound to be a disadvantageous trap."

"Indeed, it would be better not to promise..."

While the people below were still discussing, Vestena uncharacteristically agreed to this unreasonable proposal.

"If this is your request, then we will generously agree."

Hearing that Vestena was so unexpectedly deceived, the representative had an ecstatic expression on his face, but he quickly reacted, covering his mouth and coughing.

"Ahem...Since the sage has agreed, let's start preparing." After speaking, he walked down quickly without waiting for the other party to respond.

Looking at the back of her leaving in a hurry, why did Vestena not know what the other party was thinking, but she didn't open her mouth to 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, and then moving his eyes again, he looked at the crowd of elves at the venue and the quiet figures on the forest trees.

Just bear with it, 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 podium began to loudly announce the change of the rules and the arrangement of the competition afterward. This made the elves who were already looking forward to it intolerably cheered loudly, and the voice was like a piece of swallows flying through the forest.

'It's about to start. ' Loren Hill gently crossed his fingers in front of him and closed his eyes.

Today, she is wearing a very unusual dress. The pure white dress is very light and gorgeous. There are colorful finely divided squares on the sleeves, the collar is golden stretched leaves, the shoulders are exposed, the snow-white skin and the softness The gold leaves on display reflect each other, and gold threads are crossed on both sides of the chest, which are fastened with tiny star buttons, and the skirt is tightened and outlined to show the girl's soft waist and chest curve.

There are two thin golden threads hanging halfway on both sides of the waist, like golden necklaces, to match the too pure white and monotonous color on the waist side, and the skirt below is adorned with golden strings, like a A small wind chime hangs on the skirt, fluttering with a pure white skirt.

After the ceremony official announced the start, the people from both sides began to step onto the stage.

After Roland Hill walked up the high-profile steps, the six standing figures on the opposite side also came into view.

These six elves wore butterfly masks and were dressed in similar styles, but with slightly different colors, which happened to be six completely different colors.

After standing at this moment, the 1:6 disparity scene on the stage immediately caused a sensation.

"This……"

"How is that possible?" Not only are the open-minded people surprised and disbelieving, but even some conservatives are very surprised and unbelievable.

"How can conservatives have so many chants." Countless audience members whispered, nervous, curious, and looking forward to it.

"I don't know, and I can't even believe the situation in front of me." Some elves couldn't believe that it would be such a situation.

"It's over, it's over, it's lost." There were also some members of the Open Sect who sat on the ground in despair.

, and reluctantly beat the ground.

"This... may be the fate of the elves."

Countless sighs sounded from the stage.

"The competition begins!"

The sound of announcing the start reverberated in the Emerald Court, countless quarrels and clamors were silent at this moment, and all eyes once again converged on the distant figure on the stage.

The elf in the blue dress: "You are Jialan from the southern border of the empire."

The elf in the purple dress: "I heard it's a witch."

The elf in the red dress: "But even so."

The elf in the green skirt: "You still won't be our opponent."

Elf in the yellow skirt: "If you step back, we won't hurt you."

The elf in the black dress: "The miracle of the fairyland, the golden flower of seven colors, will bloom in the eyes of children."

The figures of these six elves slowly floated up, and the transparent wings of the cicadas were like light, slowly blooming behind them, growing and stretching like tender buds, a new and strange feeling came towards them.

It seems that this is no longer an elves, but another kind of strange, even strange life.

The colorless breeze blew, the grass on the ground stretched and swayed, the bushes shivered slightly, pulled out new branches, and the tall trees began to grow flower packets, whether it was blooming season or not.

In the Emerald Garden, the six elves hold hands, and behind them the magnificent stained glass gradually takes shape and then expands layer by layer.

From covering the entire lake, to covering the sky for thousands of meters, to covering the entire sky.

The colorful glazed mosaics form figures, flowers, trees, mountains, rivers, sun and moon, stars and wind, like the most beautiful kaleidoscope in the world, reflecting another world in the sky.

Different from the previous single ballads, which can only bring some changes in celestial phenomena or magical effects, when these six ballads are sung together, it seems that all the rules in this world are overturned, and a vague and unreal feeling emerges. Everyone's heart, and even some people's eyes began to see hallucinations.

"Yes, that's right, that's it."

"The remote land of fairies isolated from the world, the art of creating miracles in the world, the last legacy of the past..."

In the auditorium of the Emerald Garden, the black-robed figure looked at the sky, his voice was nervous and excited, as if he had seen the scene he had been looking forward to all his life.

"What the hell did you do, is it all calculated?" The iron fist covered by the armor slammed into Morag's cheek, knocking him to the ground.

Jerain looked at the black-robed man angrily at the moment, and the knights beside him also drew their swords and surrounded the black-robed man.

He did cooperate with conservatives, not only provided the 'King's Style', but also quickly transported the 'Oz Relics' preserved by the family under the suggestion of the black-robed man, and presented them to the elves to complete the agreement. .

But when the duel was a draw, and when he had lost hope, the man in black robe said that he could persuade the elves, so he let this as his representative to negotiate with the conservative elves.

What I don't think about this person is not how to make him a successful marriage, the purpose is to promote the situation seen today.

"Ahaha, Your Highness Jerain, although I deceived you, you have nothing to lose. What is there to be angry about?" He laughed and slowly struggled to get up from the ground, completely ignoring the sword blades around him. Look in the eyes.

"I don't ask your forgiveness, I just ask that you continue to see the end of that gorgeous show here, and then you will understand the meaning of it all."

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The sky is covered by the magnificent colored glass, which is constantly changing under the joint singing of the six elves, and finally gradually reflects the golden color, and the original color glass mosaic seems to be gradually becoming reality.

Like a magnificent mirror, it reflects the other beautiful golden world behind it.

Splendid and peaceful, eternal and beautiful, the land of fairies.

Affected by this, under this sky, all the superhumans began to slowly lose their control over their magical powers, lost their supernatural powers, or began to change slowly. It seems to grow wings, and some people feel as if they are blurring and starting to become petite.

Looking at the bizarre and strange scene in front of him, Roland Hill slowly determined that if the ballads of the land of fairies were allowed to continue to sing, all the elves and humans present would gradually transform into the species of fairies, and even This world will also slowly break away from the main plane and become a stable subspace isolated from the world.

It is no wonder that the secret art of reaching the land of fairies is actually so strange and terrifying.

However, Lorraine Hill still felt a slight dissonance, as if the result was not perfect, or it deviates from the original intention of these seven ballads.

Are they supposed to sing right?

In other words, even if the fairy who composed these seven ballads thinks so, can the latecomers change?

Loren Hill took a deep breath, then jumped lightly, and his body slowly flew up.

"The Goblin's Ideal Land Seventh Movement Time and the Last New Life"

She skipped the first six ballads in one go and sang the last movement directly.

"Everything full of life flourishes only for a short time"

"Life grows like grass and trees"

"When you are young, your spirits are soaring, and when you are very strong, you will gradually decline."

"The prosperity and splendor of the past are gradually forgotten"

This girl is like a star, rising in this magnificent and peaceful land

From then on, the cyan hair gradually faded in the singing, and turned into flawless silver again.

The magnificent drawing in the sky that had gradually turned into gold also stopped in the girl's singing, and the reflected distant land was once again far away, like a dream that could never be reached.

"Seeing the cruelty of time and the complicity of corruption"

"To turn the whiteness of your youth into the filth of the night"

The clear and ethereal voice is like a sigh and a sigh. In the song, the sky darkens again, and the colorful glazed sky gradually turns into a pitch-black night, with little stars twinkling in it.

Roland Hill slowly opened his eyes in this night sky, and the transparent cicada wings behind him stretched out gently, shedding a little light.

The silver hair was reflected by the firefly wings, revealing the hazy face in the night.

"I will fight against time,"

The girl took a deep breath and continued to sing. In the dark night, countless fireflies and streamers gathered towards her. A blade like a flower bag was clenched in her hand, its petals opened to form a handguard, and the flower core became a A flawless pure white blade.

"It wilts you"

"I'll make you move flowers and trees to get new clothes. 』

The blade of the sword shone in this pitch-black world, and a sword pierced into the pitch-dark sky, and the filaments of light spilled out from it, and then the cracks continued to spread, the colorful colored glass kept shattering, and the poignant rain fell, while those on the earth transformed into The phenomenon of goblins also slowly disappeared, and countless people felt the previous magic power again, and the extraordinary ability worked again.

The elf in the purple skirt: "You are like a dissonant voice, so arbitrary and arrogant."

The elf in the green skirt: "Songs are like the four seasons, and everything should be sung in time."

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 sublime, the world will be like debris."

The elf in the yellow dress: "Stop, don't sing any more."

The elf in the black dress: "You will become a dying firefly, buried in the dark night, abandoned and forgotten by others."

The six spirits let go of the hands they held each other, and soared high in the sky again, spinning in the noonday sun, and sang again.

Only this time, it is a new and mysterious event.

A pair of transparent cicada wings grew slowly from behind the six elves, and finally formed six broad wings. Although the color was transparent, upon closer inspection, it seemed that there were colorful overflows.

The corners of the eyes gradually revealed six different colors, and symbols of different shapes began to appear in the eyes of the six elves.

Transparent flames ignited in the eyes, and the symbols in it were like flowers, slowly spinning and blooming.

They fluttered their wings again, slowly descending from the sky, and then turned into shining rays of light.

In an instant, seventeen flashes of wings, countless afterimages of light and filaments emerged and disappeared, tearing and cutting the silver-haired girl under the sky.

A little firefly fell from the sky, and the silver-haired figure that was floating in the sky fell.

The afterglow of the goblins who killed thirteen witches in the past has reappeared thousands of years later today.