She Is Not a Witch

The second day of the competition began.

The Emerald Court has never been so lively for a few days. The elves gathered here like mountains and seas, with pointed ears, golden hair, and eloquent words everywhere.

The elf language originated from the singing of ancient songs, and most of the syllables are tactful, making humans stand up like singing.

This time the stage is located in the center of the lake in front of the Jade Moon Palace, and the rostrum is the front square of the palace, where the Elf Queen, the Fifteen Seats, and the most respected people of the Elf clan gather. There are several floors of auditoriums, and even on the big trees in the distance, there are many curious and expectant elves.

Thousands of eyes gathered here, and countless people daydream about today's brilliant duel 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 for hundreds of years in the future, which faction to listen to and which road to walk on.

Different from the lively and noisy crowd on the periphery, the two sides on the rostrum are conducting a calm and silent negotiation.

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

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

"Who knows." Vestana looked at Yantong, the representative opposite, with a calm voice.

"Then what are you going to do?"

The conservative was a little surprised that Westena didn't object, so he simply stated the subsequent proposal.

"Our suggestion is to carry out the last few matches together."

"Then what if the singers of some songs are vacant?" Marantha quickly thought of this question.

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

"Is this a gamble?" The other elves discussed in low voices.

"I don't know, maybe the conservatives have some information. If it is completely based on the comparison of each game, they don't have enough singers, and some games have to admit defeat."

"And if they play together, there are many variables. If the opponent has strong support, one person will defeat several opponents, and that will solve the problem of the shortage of singers."

"But the situation may be the opposite. Maybe there are more singers on the conservative side, and they want to catch them all."

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

"If it was Westena, she wouldn't agree. Whatever the other party asks for must be an unfavorable trap."

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

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

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

Hearing that Veistena was so unexpectedly fooled, the representative showed an ecstatic expression on his face, but quickly reacted, covering his mouth and coughing.

"Ahem...Since Mr. Sage has agreed, let's start preparing." After speaking, he walked quickly without waiting for the other party's response.

Looking at the back of the hastily leaving, Vestena didn't know what the other party was thinking, but she didn't object, but turned her eyes over the representative, and slowly looked at the conservative members on the other side of the venue, silently. Counting the number of people and strength on the opposite side, and then moving his eyes again, he looked at the crowd of elves in the venue and those standing still figures on the big trees in the forest.

Bear with it a little longer, it would be better if it can be resolved peacefully, she thought to herself, and then slowly returned to her faction.

More than ten minutes later, the ritual officer on the rostrum began to loudly announce the modification of the rules and the arrangement of the subsequent competition. This made the elves who were already looking forward to it cheer loudly, and their voices were like swallows flying across the forest.

'It's time to start. ’ Lorraine Hill crossed his fingers lightly in front of him, closing his eyes and concentrating.

What she is wearing today is very unusual, the pure white dress is extraordinarily light and gorgeous, the sleeves have colorful fine squares, the collar is golden stretched leaves, the shoulders are exposed, the snow-white skin and the soft The stretched gold leaves reflect each other, and the gold threads cross on both sides of the chest, which are fixed by the tiny star buttons, tightening the skirt to show the girl's soft waist and chest curves.

Two thin golden threads hang on both sides of the waist, like golden necklaces, to dilute the too pure white and monotonous color of the waist, and the lower skirt is decorated with golden thin ropes, like a A small wind chime hangs on the skirt, fluttering with the pure white skirt.

After the ritual officer announced the start, the two parties began to step onto the stage step by step.

After Lorraine Hill walked up the highly anticipated steps, the six figures standing opposite also came into view.

These six elves wore butterfly masks and similarly styled clothes, but with slightly different colors, which happened to be six completely different colors.

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

"this…"

"How is it possible?" Not only the liberals were surprised and unbelieving, but even some conservatives were surprised and unbelievable.

"Why do conservatives have so many singers?" Countless audience members whispered, nervous, curious, and looking forward to it.

"I don't know, I can't even believe the situation in front of me." Some elves couldn't believe it, it would be like this.

"It's over, it's over, it's a loser." There were also some members of the Open Faction half-sitting on the ground in despair, beating the ground unwillingly.

"This...maybe it's the fate of elves."

Numerous sighs sounded from the audience.

"The competition begins!"

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

The elf in the blue skirt: "You are Jialan from the southern border of the empire, right?"

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 dress: "You still won't be our opponent."

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

The elf in the black dress: "The miracle of the land of fairies, golden flowers of seven colors, will bloom in the eyes of children."

The figures of the six elves floated up slowly, and the transparent cicada wings, like light, slowly bloomed behind them, growing and stretching like buds, and a sense of newness and strangeness came to them.

It seemed that this was no longer an elf, but another strange, even weird life.

The colorless breeze blows, the grass leaves on the ground stretch and sway, the bushes tremble slightly, new branches come out, and the tall trees begin to grow flower bags, no matter whether it is the flowering season or not.

In the Emerald Court, these six elves held hands, and the magnificent stained glass gradually formed behind them, and then expanded layer by layer.

From covering the sky over the entire lake, to covering the sky with a radius of several kilometers, to covering the entire sky.

The colorful glass splicing forms figures, flowers, trees, mountains, rivers, sun and moon, stars and wind, just like the most beautiful kaleidoscope in the world, reflecting another world in the sky.

Different from the previous single ballads, which can only bring about some changes in the celestial phenomena or magical effects, when these six ballads are sung together, it seems that all the rules of this world are overturned, and a feeling of trance and unreality emerges. Hallucinations began to appear in everyone's minds, and even in some people's eyes.

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

"The remote land of fairies cut off from the world, the miraculous art of creating the world, the last legacy of the past..."

In the auditorium of the Emerald Garden, the figure in black robe looked at the sky, his voice was tense and excited, as if he saw the scene he had been looking forward to in his whole life.

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

At this moment, Jie Lanen looked at the man in black in front of him angrily, and the knights beside him drew their weapons and surrounded the man in black.

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

But when the duel ended in a tie, when he had already given up hope, the man in black said that he could persuade those elves, so he let him negotiate with the conservative elves as his representative.

I don't want to think about how to make him a successful marriage at all, his purpose is to facilitate the situation we see today.

"Ahaha, Your Highness Jelan, although I have deceived you, you have not lost anything. There is nothing to be angry about." He laughed, and slowly struggled to get up from the ground, completely ignoring the swords beside him. look in the eyes.

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

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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 a faint golden color, and the original picture of the colored glass mosaic seems to be gradually becoming reality.

Like magnificent mirrors, reflecting another beautiful golden world behind.

Splendid and tranquil, the eternal and beautiful land of goblins.

Affected by this, under this sky, all extraordinary people began to slowly lose control of their magic power, lost their extraordinary, or began to slowly change. Some people felt that their bodies seemed to become very light, and some people felt that their backs were weak. It seems that wings are about to grow, and some people feel that they seem to be blurred and start to become petite.

Seeing the bizarre and very strange scene in front of him, Lorraine slowly determined that if the song of the Fairyland continues to be sung, all the elves and humans present will gradually transform into the species of fairies, and even This world will also slowly separate from the main time and space and become a stable subspace isolated from the world.

No wonder the truth of the secret technique known as reaching the land of fairies is so strange and terrifying.

However, Lorraine Hill still faintly felt a little disharmony, as if the result was not perfect, or deviated from the original intention of these seven ballads.

They must be right?

In other words, even if the goblin who created these seven ballads thinks so, can the latecomers change it?

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

"Fairy Utopia · Seventh Movement · Time and the Last Rebirth"

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

"Everything that is full of life thrives only for a short time"

"Life grows like grass"

"When you are young, your spirits are flying, and when you are very prosperous, you will gradually decline,"

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

This young girl is like a star, slowly rising in this magnificent and peaceful town, and her light blue hair gradually fades in the singing, turning into flawless silver again.

The magnificent painting in the sky that was gradually turning golden also stopped amidst the girl's singing, and the reflected distant hometown was far away again, like a dream that could never be reached.

"Seeing the cruelty of time complicity with decay"

"Turn the whiteness of your youth into the filth of the night"

The clear and ethereal singing voice is like a chant or a sigh. In the singing, 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 cicada wings that were as transparent as fireflies gently spread out behind him, shedding a little bit of light.

The silver hair is reflected by the fireflies of the wings, revealing the hazy face in the night.

"I will wrestle with time,"

The girl took a deep breath and continued to sing. In the dark night, countless fireflies and streamers converged on her. A sword 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 makes you wither"

"I make you embellish the flowers and replace them with new ones. 』

The blade of the sword shines in this pitch-black world. A sword pierces into the pitch-black sky, and a ray of light overflows from it, and then the cracks continue to spread, and the colorful glass continues to shatter, and the poignant beauty falls like rain. The phenomenon of goblins also slowly disappeared, and countless people once again sensed the previous magic power, and their extraordinary abilities were working again.

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

The elf in the green dress: "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 regarded as noble, the world will be like debris."

Elf in yellow skirt: "Stop, don't sing any more."

The elf in the black skirt: "You will turn into a vanishing firefly, buried in the night, abandoned and forgotten by others."

The six elves let go of each other's hand and flew high again under the sky, they twirled in the midday sun, and sang again.

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Pairs of transparent cicada wings grow slowly from the back of the six elves, and finally form six wide wings. Although the color is transparent, it seems to be overflowing with seven colors when you look closely.

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.

The transparent flames ignited in the eyes, and the symbols inside were like flowers, slowly rotating and blooming slowly.

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

In an instant, seventeen times of fluttering of wings, countless afterimages of light threads emerged and then disappeared, tearing and cutting the silver-haired girl under the sky.

Dots of fireflies fell from the sky, and the silver-haired figure that had been floating fell away.

In the past, the ghost family killed thirteen witches, and it reappeared thousands of years later.

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