The vast forest, the city of the elven king.

Most of the Elven buildings are built on trees, and through the natural magic of the Elves, extremely thick and tall trees are born, and then houses are built on these trees, and the houses are connected by wooden suspension bridges, which forms the unique architectural style of the Elves.

Elf King City is the largest elf settlement in the vast forest, according to the historical records of the elf clan, the Elf King City has more than 200,000 houses in its largest period, and more than 500,000 elves live.

Although the Elven King City is no longer in its former glory, there are about 300,000 elves currently living there.

At this moment, the Elf King City is less noisy and more clean than usual. The sunlight shone through the tall trees and fell on the wooden house, and the yellow mist flowers in front of the wooden house opened their petals in the sunlight, spitting out bursts of mist mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and the entire Elven King City was shrouded in a faint mist.

On the streets of Wangcheng, there are hardly any elves walking around.

In the wooden house, the older elf hung a plucked mist flower on the clothes on the young elf's chest.

"Grandpa, why do we all have to bring this today? There is also a pot of Phantom Mist Flower in front of the house, and I saw that Bull also put it in front of his house in the morning" The young elf asked with some curiosity as he flicked the Phantom Mist Flower on his chest with his hand.

"Legend has it that the elves were the first to conceive consciousness from the mist of the Phantom Mist Flower, so whenever an elf dies, we will use the Phantom Mist Flower to send him away, praying that it can be reborn in the elves in the next life."

"Then why haven't I seen so many Phantom Mist Flowers before," the young elf raised his head again, looked at the older elf, and asked curiously.

"Because this elf is the hero of our elf clan, grandpa will tell you his story" reached out and touched his grandson's head, his eyes were full of love.

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The elves have a strong affinity for the magic of life, and there is a lake of life in the vast forest, and under this lake of life there is a magic circle containing the complete law of life.

This magic circle is formed by the huge life magic in the vast forest, and after the formation gathers the life magic in the vast forest, the magic power is so rich that it condenses into a liquid state, and over time, a lake is formed, and the elf king city is established around this lake of life.

There is a soul tree in the lake of life, and if every elf with pure elven royal blood dies, his soul will return to the vast forest under the call of the soul tree and be pinned on the soul tree.

Elven King City, the shore of the Lake of Life, is planted with phantom mist flowers, and the entire Lake of Life is shrouded in a mist, which is not real.

The only road leading to the Lake of Life has always been guarded by the strong of the elven race, and it is regarded as a forbidden place. Today's lakeside, but there are many elves.

On both sides of the road stood maids in green gauze skirts, with garlands on their heads and magic crystals that exuded the magic of life in their hands. Under the gaze of two rows of maids, an elf slowly walked from the front of the road.

Dressed in a gorgeous costume, wearing a crown, holding a natural grammar staff that symbolizes the highest power of the elves, the staff is about two meters high, the overall structure of the staff is extremely simple, the streamlined coiled vine pattern, a magic gem at the top, the most ordinary staff style, but the highest power of the elves.

At this moment, the language of nature slowly walked towards the lake, along with the hand that held it. The elf's face was somewhat similar to Carlo's, but compared to Carlo, his face was a little more majestic, a little less vicissitudes, and not as easy-going as Carlo.

Lorraine Hughes, the thirty-seventh Elven King of the Elven Race, is known as the toughest king in the history of the Elven Race.

Lorraine ascended to the throne in the middle of the Dragon Rebellion, and Lorraine's strength and determination allowed the Elves to preserve their strength to a great extent in the Dragon Rebellion.

As Lorraine walked towards the lake of life, the elves who were standing on the shore of the lake were a little noisy suddenly fell silent. They all stood up and saluted Lorraine.

Standing by the lake, the language of nature lightly clicked, and at this moment, bursts of magic ripples centered on the language of nature spread out to the surroundings, and the originally calm lake of life began to ripple under the influence of this magic ripple.

In the middle of the lake, a thick column of water rises to the sky, and the shadow of a tree about tens of meters high can be seen in the shadow of the water column.

When the ancient tree appeared, the maids in white gauze skirts surrounding the lake of life began to chant the elven sacred scriptures.

A turquoise arrow was stuck diagonally on the trunk of the Soul Tree, and as the chant of the Holy Scriptures sounded, the arrow began to shake slightly, and the frequency became faster and faster, and finally broke away from the trunk, and after flying around the Soul Tree twice, it rushed straight into the air, bursting with endless magical light in the air.

In the treehouse, the old elf had just finished telling the elf the story of the brave man, and looked up at the window, where the old elf gently touched the elf's head.

Looking at the brilliant magical light in the air, he asked with a smile, "Do you remember how to sing the elven sacred scriptures that grandpa taught you?"

"Uh-huh, I remember," the elf nodded quickly.

"Let's go out and sing with Grandpa?"

"Okay, but who is this for?"

"It's the brave man in the story"

Holding the elf's hand, he walked outside the house, looking at the phantom mist flowers outside the door that were a little wilting in the sun, the old elf put one hand on his chest, and made a greeting to the front of the elf standard salute, then folded his hands, closed his eyes and began to chant the elven holy book softly.

The elf also learned the elder's movements and began to chant.

Such an action appears on the body of every elf.

As the chanting of the elven holy scriptures resounded throughout the Elven King City, those phantom mist flowers, which were originally a little wilting in the sun, gradually stood up, their petals opened, and a faint white mist was released from the stamens.

One, ten,...... The mist released by hundreds of millions of phantom mist flowers in the vast forest began to converge towards the sky above the Elf King City, and these fogs quickly condensed to a concentration that covered the entire Elf King City with a layer of mist.

The fog shrouded it, but it did not affect the festival on the Lake of Life.

The silver glow emitted by a young branch at the top of the soul tree became stronger and stronger, and the mist slowly condensed above the soul tree to form a huge portrait, and the intensity of the mist outlined the outline of the portrait.

Old but glowing with glory, the smile of the elf in the portrait makes people feel like a spring breeze.

When this portrait appeared, the life magic of the entire royal city began to converge towards the soul tree through the underground, extracting the purest faith in the chanting sound, and the soul tree released a huge spiritual power, searching for the souls wandering in this heaven and earth.

About half an hour later, the thick mist gathered in the air suddenly dispersed a passage, and the green arrow opened the way in front of it, guiding a broken soul to land on the tender branch of the soul tree, and the green arrow was gently inserted next to the young branch.

After absorbing this soul, the soul tree slowly sank to the bottom of the lake, and the chanting gradually disappeared, and the gathered mist drifted to every corner of the vast forest with the wind.

At the end of the prayer, Lorraine looked at the calm lake and didn't know what she was thinking, so she turned around with the words of nature in her hand and walked out along the way she came.

"Pass my orders, from today onwards, the elves refuse to carry out any orders from Eger"