She Is Not a Witch Chapter 318: Flash of wings

The second day's competition has begun.

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, most of the syllables are tactful, making humans stand up like singing.

This time the stage is located in the middle of the lake in front of the Jade Moon Palace, and the rostrum is the front square of the palace. There are several layers of auditoriums around, and there are many curious and expectant elves standing on the big tree in the distance.

Thousands of eyes gathered here, and countless people daydreamed 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 outside, the two sides on the rostrum are currently negotiating calmly and silently.

"We believe that in order not to drag the competition 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.

"So what are you going to do?"

The conservative was a little surprised that Vestina 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 ready to gamble?" The other elves present discussed in low voices.

"I don't know, maybe the conservatives have some information. If the comparison is based on 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 people on the opposite side, which will solve the problem of insufficient 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 hole cards of both sides."

"If it's Vestena, she won't agree. Whatever the other party asks, it must be a disadvantageous trap."

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

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

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

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

"Ahem...Since the 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 person who left in a hurry, Vestena didn't know what the other person was thinking, but she didn't object. Instead, she looked past the representative and slowly looked at the conservative member on the other side of the venue , silently counting the number and strength of the opposite, and then moved his eyes again, looking at the elves in the crowd of people in the venue, and the still figures standing on the big trees in the forest.

Be patient, it would be better if it can be resolved peacefully, she thought to herself, and then slowly returned to her faction.

Ten minutes later, the ritual officer on the rostrum began to loudly announce the modification of the rules and the arrangements for the subsequent competition. through the forest.

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

The dress she is wearing today is very unusual. The pure white dress is extraordinarily light and gorgeous. The sleeves have colorful small squares. The collar is golden stretched leaves. The shoulders are exposed, and the skin is white. Reflecting each other with the soft golden leaves, the gold threads on both sides of the chest are fixed by the tiny star buttons, which tighten 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 rope belts , like small wind chimes hanging 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 are wearing butterfly masks and wearing similar clothes, but the colors are slightly different, which happen 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 simply couldn't believe that such a situation would happen.

"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."

Countless 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 skirt: "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."

The elf in the yellow skirt: "If you step back, we will not 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 seems that this is no longer an elf, but another kind of strange, even weird life.

The colorless breeze blows, the grass leaves on the ground stretch and sway, the bushes tremble slightly, new branches are drawn 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 behind them magnificent stained glass gradually formed 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.

Collections of colored glass form characters, 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 about some changes in the celestial phenomena or magical effects, when these six ballads are sung together, it seems that all the rules of the world are overthrown, an ambiguous and unreal feeling Feelings surfaced in everyone's minds, and some people even began to see hallucinations in their eyes.

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

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

In the auditorium of the Emerald Court, the black-robed figure looked at the sky, his voice was tense and excited, as if seeing the scene he had been looking forward to in his entire life.

"What the **** have you done? Is it all calculated?" The armor-covered iron fist hit Morag **** the cheek, knocking him to the ground.

Jelann looked at the black-robed man in front of him angrily at this moment, and the knights beside him drew their weapons and surrounded the black-robed man.

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 was a draw, when he had lost 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 deceived you, you have not lost anything. There is nothing to be angry about." Those blades are in the eyes.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just ask you to continue to watch the gorgeous show end here, 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 mosaic of colored glass seems to be changing step by step for reality.

It is like a magnificent mirror, reflecting another beautiful golden world behind it.

The splendor and tranquility, 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, while others It feels like wings are about to grow from behind, and some people feel that they seem to be blurred and start to become petite.

Looking at the grotesque and very strange scene in front of him, Lorraine slowly determined that if the ballad of the Fairy Land continues to be sung, all the elves and humans present will gradually transform into fairies. Species, and even this world, will slowly separate from the main time and space, becoming 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 singing 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's Utopia·Seventh Movement·Time and the Last Rebirth"

She skipped the first six ballads in one breath and went straight to the last movement.

"Everything that is full of vitality only thrives 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 brilliance of the past, gradually forgotten"

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

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

"Seeing the atrocity of time and corruption"

"I want to 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 transparent cicada wings behind him gently stretched out, 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 fight against time,』

The girl took a deep breath and continued to sing. Countless fireflies and streamers converged on her in the dark night, and a sword blade like a flower bag was clenched in her hand. The core becomes a flawless pure white blade.

"It makes you wither"

『I ask you to replace the flowers with new ones. 』

The blade of the sword shines in this dark world, and a sword pierces into the dark sky, and a ray of light overflows from it, and then the cracks continue to spread, the colorful glass keeps breaking, and the poignant beauty falls like rain. The phenomenon of transforming into goblins also slowly disappeared. 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 skirt: "When beauty is no longer beautiful, what do you pursue?"

The elf in the red dress: "If breaking everything is regarded as noble, then the world will be like debris."

The elf in the yellow skirt: "Stop, stop singing."

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

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

Only this time, it is another brand new and mysterious event~IndoMTL.com~Pairs of transparent cicada wings grow slowly from behind the six elves, and finally form six wide wings, although the color is transparent , but upon closer inspection, it seems that there are colorful overflows.

Six different colors gradually appeared in the corners of the eyes, 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.

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

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

Little fireflies fell from the sky, and the silver-haired figure that was originally floating fell.

The aftermath of the goblin clan killing thirteen witches in the past reappears today thousands of years later.

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