In the forests where the Primorsky Territory meets the dense forests, a grand celebration is taking place to celebrate a tragic victory, as well as an unprecedented alliance.

When the snow clears, the entire forest shines in the sun, full of vitality that is not befitting of winter.

In addition to the branches and leaves of evergreen trees, the elves also hung flowers on the trees and decorated the trunks with vines to commemorate the unforgettable moments of the war.

The cold wind blows and the petals of various colors dance from the sky, creating a dreamlike atmosphere, and the forest elves from all tribes are dressed in gorgeous dresses woven with flowers, leaves and vines, and wear crowns of flowers decorated with precious jade, and burst into tears in the moving music that weeps like a voice.

The music of the Demon Lord is so admirable, although the melody is simple, but it is full of heartfelt contagion, and the long and tragic history of the elves seems to come out of the invisible gap of time and space, turning into a river, carrying the living people through the sad past and sailing into the unfathomable unknown.

Leisurely, it seems that time is getting slower and slower in the music.

The heart-warming howls of wild beasts and the chirping of birds in the woods add to the sound, adding a wonderful brightness to the music, which goes without saying that it is Seid's ingenious stroke.

Even the other races were immersed in that grand and solemn atmosphere, and the moving rhythms and epic melodies lingered in their hearts, driving a tidal wave of emotions, not only for the deceased, but also for the magnificent end of the tree of life.

"This ...... Is this music for remembrance?" The White Wolf Saintess Vovna asked Vincent softly, "How nice it would be if the Sacred Tree Spirit could hear the tune."

"Although we haven't been together for long, I have learned a lot from the old wise man," Vincent replied with a nod of his head, "If it weren't for this war, the Sacred Treant would have continued to live, leaving behind more wisdom and legends."

The innocent elf girl, and the demon boy in the wind of Yushu, the ensemble of the two is simply seamless, and the kind of tacit understanding and harmony that is natural is much beyond the expectations of Vincent and Cecil - these two big devils completely saw a Syd who they didn't know.

The rebelliousness and pretentiousness that followed him in the past are gone, leaving only a beautiful boy as clear and quiet as the white moonlight, and Lilim is like a rose blooming in the moonlight.

"Hey, it's only been three days since these two little ones got your score, right?" Cecil looked at Vincent in amazement, "What kind of magic did you use?"

"Magic, huh, don't you know me? I'm not good at magic," the corners of Vincent's mouth curled slightly, "Look, this is fate......

"Seid is smart, but how can he play such a strange instrument and play it so well?" Cecil was still puzzled, "Does he still have this talent?"

"Talent...... Maybe not, but the gods still have." Vincent made a godly gesture, "This is a skill given to me by Kunsters, the god of art—'Art Transfer.'"

"Good boy, that's fine!" Cecil was stunned and asked enviously, "Doesn't that mean that your fiancée can become a musician if you want to?"

"Yes, it only takes some divine power."

"It's amazing, how many apostles of the gods have you become now......" Cecil was fascinated, "so much protection, I really don't know how much money you can make with it, I'm so envious......

"Three." Vincent said frankly, and added kindly, "There is another one who has given him the ability to protect himself, but he has never said anything."

"Now, for the first time, I want to thank His Majesty the Demon King and Daddy."

"Why?"

"Humph! I won't tell you."

Cecil glanced affectionately at Vincent, who looked utterly amazed at what he had seen for a long time.

After the music for the Tree of Life and all the victims was played, the elves were immersed in a long time of grief and could not extricate themselves, and it was understandable that they had never heard such music before.

Elves though, of course

Conservative, but not insensitively bored in their own right, they soon emerged from their emotions and began a belated joyous celebration after Vincent and the tribal elders toasted and blessed each other on the border line.

The celebration was full of music and dancing, the elven maidens sang like the chirping of nightingales in the forest, melodious and beautiful, they led the other clansmen, and danced beautifully, while the demon lichs showed various magical skills at the signal of Vincent, releasing brilliant magical light in the air, lighting up the entire forest.

"It's a pity it's not night." Ninia sighed regretfully, "Otherwise, your salute would have been able to set off fireworks, those fireworks are so beautiful."

"Don't worry, my toy," Vincent said to Ninia, as usual, in front of everyone, "back at Silver Dragon Castle, we have time and reason to celebrate."

With that, he was the first to shake hands with the elves and join the dancing, and more and more people followed, sharing a rare time.

During the festivities, Vincent also prepared sumptuous food and drinks, and the elves of the forest prepared a variety of fresh fruits, preserves, desserts, and fruit wines, and the food was surrounded by a variety of enticing aromas, most of which were produced in the Silver Dragon Castle.

Yinlong, who has never entered the dense forest, also ate the specialty this time, and I have to say that her amazing appetite alone is also quite performative.

Soon, Vincent became a merchandising guide again, and together with Gagarin, he talked with the elves about the future of trade, recommending all kinds of items that the elves needed on the spot, and giving samples as gifts.

What the elves need most is all kinds of delicate and useful metal tools, although these things have nothing to do with celebration, but Vincent has also carefully prepared them - anyway, the mountain range behind them is his own production base, and the bronze and iron tools are as many as they want, and even the harpy is even hot to send them by express.

This grand celebration of the alliance between the forest elves and the demons will become a magnificent scene in the legend, destined to remain in people's memories forever, even after a thousand years, the long-lived elves will still sing it, even if the participants on the demon side are no longer in the world at that time.

Especially in the end, the demon lord Vincent stood in front of the five beauties who danced in a row with a demonic dance, and sang the strange song that was so superficial that no one understood its meaning, but it was brainwashed to the point that people would never forget.

A round of powerful music sounded, and Vincent strode into the room, followed by Ninia, Cecil, Silver Dragon, Lilim, and Vovna.

"What does this song mean?" A thin elven elder who watched Vincent sing indulgently, and the five beauties of various races behind him clapped their hands and waved in harmony with him, and asked Gagarin curiously, "It's incredible, look, even my old legs are shaking involuntarily."

"This is the creation of the Lord Lord's 'I'm sorry for Musien, Elder Didis, I can't tell you this strange name, probably which demon god it is, right? I can't say anything about that." Gagarin stopped tapping his feet on the ground and replied a little embarrassedly, "But the lyrics are all about welcoming young people to the Silver Dragon Castle...... It was something like this—"

"Young man, are you listening? I have a place to go, and I said young man, you need help, and I can show you a new path."

"But love Musien! You can find joy there, you can stay, I can help you. But love Musien! Young man, you can make your dreams come true there, you just have to come here and I will be there waiting for you."

"Young man, are you troubled? You have nowhere to go, I say, young man, you should know that I will be there to help you find a new path."

"But love Musien! You can find joy there, you can stay, I can help you. But love Musien! Young man, you can make your dreams come true there, you just have to come here and I will be there waiting for you."

"Young man, I give you everything, all you need is courage, I will give you a place to breathe, I will give you everything, you just have to believe in me......

"What a friendly lord." The Elven Elder sighed, "From his army, you can't tell that he is such an interesting demon."

Gagarin looked around, and his eyes finally fell on Ninia, who was dancing behind Vincent.

The girl's graceful figure danced in Gagarin's one-eye, and there were so many people watching her that she did not notice that different gaze at all.

Gagarin stared at it without blinking until Vincent finished singing.

"Elder Didis, I think now, can you tell them about that?" He didn't look sideways, but said to the elders beside him who were also looking at Ninia, "For allies, this shouldn't be kept a secret, right?"

"You know what the consequences of this are, don't you?" The elder replied, "This Lord is powerful, but he doesn't seem to be a man who likes war."

"It's not for him, it's not for her, it's for the future of our elves." A shallow smile appeared at the corner of Gagarin's mouth, "Herod is still too strong for us......