The banquet that Landry spoke of, also called a celebration, came quickly, and that same evening, he had everything arranged.

The entire city of El was dyed in a riot of colors, lanterns of various colors, and fireworks bloomed in the sky.

The elves blessed each other with wine glasses, and creatures of other races who were invited joined in the feast.

Grand Elder Landry prayed to the gift of the Ancient Tree in the Great Square of El City, which brought back an ancient elven hero who had been lost in the Holy War, which would be the glory of all of El.

"The addition of an ancient hero will bring a different pattern to the entire Southern Alliance (world), and the orcs will take away most of their right to speak. Someone whispered.

"The dove forest elves are in power, and the saint Landuo would like to see this, and in the past few years, I am afraid that I have damaged a lot of elites. ”

"Perhaps, the envoy of the Holy Landor Empire seems to have been invited as well. ”

"Hopefully she won't be torn to shreds by drunken orcs. ”

These conversations were just chatter hidden beneath the carnival, and most of the creatures of the other races were still cheering, dancing and singing in the vast square.

But in front of the different races, a female knight wearing a white knight's heavy armor walked into Landry, her skin was white and transparent, and her upright facial features and heroic appearance looked heroic.

"It's an honor to meet you, Grand Elder. The female knight bowed slightly, she had a slight affection for this forest elf who advocated peace, after all, in the entire southern world, only they were left to communicate.

"Cinderella, Venerable Knight of Light, welcome. Landry smiled.

He had a sincere respect for this Knight of Light, even though he was nearly a thousand years younger than himself, but not every Knight of Light was able to reach the epic level. Humans and elves want to compare their short lifespan to their greatest flaw, but they make up for it with rapid reproduction. But even so, epic humans are still one in a million.

Although this knight came as an envoy of the enemy, her character and chivalry were admired by all.

"If I could, would I be able to meet this ancient hero?" said Cinderella, unreservedly.

Landry hesitated, "You know, Miss Knight...... The heroes who survived the jihad were ......"

"They're not crazy, they just still have the shadow of the devil in their hearts. "My mentor, who has maintained most of his sanity by his own will and by some means, perhaps I can help this ancient elven hero." ”

"That's wonderful, Knight Cinderella, it's flame juice, toast you. Landry held up his glass.

"Honor the heroes of jihad, too. Cinderella raised her glass as well.

In the distance, Osser and Sylvie, draped in black cloaks, were sitting on a bench watching the forest elves dance.

Like water snakes, like butterflies, like flying birds, the elves' footsteps are like dreams, and they fall lightly to the ground.

"It's beautiful," Osher lamented, "it's been a long time since I've seen the celebration of Cadore, and looking at the elves of this world isn't quite good. ”

"Isn't it much worse than you think?" asked Sylvie.

"No, puppeteer," Oser felt Sylvie dressed up with his soul gaze, "Your level of education doesn't seem to be high, it's not satisfactory, and it means that it's about the same level of satisfaction as yourself. ”

At this time, Sylvie is like a peacock with an open screen, her gorgeous dress is inlaid with a little transparent and glowing diamond, she came out today to dress up, and her original lively and lovely temperament has become noble and elegant.

The gray shawl with short hair found a barber shop called Flame Lizard, and she was permed with the inner buttons, and she seemed to be happy with the way she looked.

Maybe Osser shouldn't have described it that way, because only male peacocks open the screen.

"You're like an open quail, Warlock, and you're so beautiful, and Tyrande may not be as beautiful as you. Osser exclaimed, but he immediately realized that he might have mistaken the analogy.

"I know I'm beautiful, so are you in heat with me?Night Elf?" Sylvie looked a little flattered, "No, how did you see that?"

"Eyes. Orsher pointed to the black cloth covering his head.

"I don't believe it, you just happened to guess right. Sylvie laughed.

Her smile caught the attention of a crowd, but no one dared to come up.

Many people already know that this beautiful human female is the companion of the ancient elven hero, and if you go up and talk to her, it is obviously a blasphemy against the hero.

No male elf would do that, and no other race would dare to come up and do it.

However, a forest elf wearing a white wreath and a long white dress grabbed the hem of her skirt and cautiously approached Other.

The elf had recently earned the title of Guardian of the Torch, a title that only epic druids could obtain, meaning that the young beautiful elf had achieved epic results.

Ansena.

She is also the focus of the feast, the mascot of the celebration, and many guys from other races have tried to dance with Ansena, but she has refused one by one.

However, she was now close to their ancient elven hero, and many people were secretly watching here.

An elf girl who shows her love to the elderly, oh, it feels romantic to think about it.

"Elder, I don't even know your name yet. Ansena walked over to Orser and said softly.

"Othur? Osher looked at the forest elf in front of him, and his heart did not fluctuate.

"The juice of the petals has fallen on your eyebrows, have you gone hunting?"

Other gently wiped the pale pink liquid from Ansena's eyebrows, withdrew his hand, and waited quietly for Ansena's answer.

"No...... Elder, this is my eyebrow ......."

Sylvie had already burst out laughing, but quickly covered her mouth with a hint of a smile in her eyes.

"Is this your spouse?" asked Ansena cautiously.

This human girl still looks young and beautiful, her figure is somewhat modest, and her gray hair is rare, which adds a lot of mystery to her. The sapphire-like pupils look lively and lovely, coupled with her dress, the two temperaments of elegance and mischievous are incrediblely combined, making people ...... Some can't lift their heads.

No, Ansena, be confident.

Ansena puffed up her chest, and the two fullness trembled in front of Orsher.

"No, just a liar. ”

Osher didn't say about the dolls, nor about the warlocks. He didn't want to be noticeable in this place, and when the banquet was over, he would have to go to Landry for a mage.

"What about you...... What does it matter?" Ansena was a little delighted.

"It's none of your business, Elf. ”

Sylvie's tone suddenly turned cold, and Other looked at Sylvie in surprise, which was completely different from her usual expression.

"Sorry...... Disturb...... ......"

Ansena seemed to be a little delirious, and she staggered to the center of the square and joined the group dance of the forest elf maidens. The people who were watching her didn't figure out what was going on, but after seeing what the girl was saying, they joined the group dance in the square.

Maybe it's the ancient elven hero who wants to enjoy the dance?

"What did you do to her. Other frowned.

"It's nothing, she's fine, don't worry, Night Elf. Sylvie chuckled softly, "You won't be in heat with the Night Elves, and you won't be in heat with the Dolls, you might be attracted to the Forest Elves?"

"She was my student. Oter said solemnly, standing up and looking at Sylvie condescendingly, "It's only a morning student, though. ”

"Okay, okay, she's fine, she's just hypnotized by me, she'll wake up after this dance. ”

Sylvie was startled, she had never seen Osser like this, and he didn't seem to be approachable, although she had already thought he was unkind.

"When you see how he dealt with the Burning Legion, you really feel dangerous. ”

Lawrence jumped out of Other's fur pocket and smacked his tongue at the elven maidens dancing in the distance.

"Wait......" Lawrence looked alertly at a female knight who was slowly approaching, as if he had discovered something, "I need to hide in there, my consciousness must return to Rodney first, and this girl will smell it here." ”

The chick hurriedly buried his head in the pocket of the hide.

However, at the moment when Lawrence hid back, Cinderella had already come to Othur with a smile on her face.