Few humans in the outside world know the secrets of the elves. In fact, these seven ballads are very important to the elves. There is a key rule to determine whether the elf queen is qualified, and that is that she must be able to sing at least one of them.

Among the elf princesses today, why are the Atesi sisters the most popular? It’s not only because they have extraordinary strength, but also because they all know one of the songs.

"The fifth item is the seven-colored golden flower in the eye."

The last ritual officer came on stage and waved his staff that looked like a flower branch. The dark clouds, star maps, and light trails that had been left in the sky disappeared, and the elven dragons that had been flying around and patrolling also slowly descended and lay quietly by the lake.

"It's about to begin."

In the audience seats on one side, the envoys of the Human Empire whispered silently.

Jelann was also sitting in this area at the moment. Behind him stood a knight in a black robe and a helmet covering his face. His fanatical eyes looked towards the center of the venue through the gap in the helmet, waiting for the first song to sound.

"The Fairy's Utopia·The First Movement·The Gate of Flame Wrapped with Roses."

When that word or sentence sounded, the world made way for it. All the noise, clamor, anxiety, frenzy, fear, and eagerness were suppressed and calmed down in that instant. The world was as if being ironed, and everything became quiet.

The wind stops here, the branches no longer sway, the sunlight is no longer strong, the insects and birds no longer sing, the stage has been set, and the singer who opens the fairyland slowly comes on stage.

"Elanfir, the daughter of the white morning glory and the crown of thorn leaves."

A beautiful and elegant girl slowly walked to the front desk. The dress she wore was like pieces of white petals, with faint patterns in the pure white and a faint green at the corners, which perfectly set off her temperament.

"Crimson-dyed wreath, poet of crimson brocade, Tilyunate."

On the other side of the platform, a poet dressed in red slowly came onto the stage. He held a short zither in his hand and wore a feather hat on his head. Behind him was a short red cloak as bright as brocade.

"This is the first game, let's see if we can win." Westena muttered in the audience, while Loran Hill glanced at the two of them with a little curiosity.

These two elves are both Sequence 7 and can be regarded as the new generation of geniuses among the elves. Elanfeel represents the conservatives, while Tilyunite represents the open-minded.

This final test nominally involves singing seven songs from the Fairyland, but it actually also includes a combat component. Just as there cannot be two voices in a song, there cannot be two protagonists on the stage. Whoever can ultimately defeat the other and gain final control of the song will be the winner.

"Long time no see, Sister Elanfil." After Tilyunette walked onto the stage, she first took off her hat gracefully and saluted, and then put the hat on her golden hair.

"Yes, Brother Tilu." The elf girl looked at the other party with complicated eyes, lifted her skirt to return the greeting, and then stood quietly there.

"I think there is no need to say any more. I will give my all this time, and I hope you will do the same." Tilyunette plucked the strings lightly, adjusting the tone and rhythm.

"Let's start." Elanfier also nodded slightly.

The gentle music spread on the platform, like tiny ripples, and started dancing in the forest. Poetic songs began to play, and thorns began to grow on the platform.

"The most beautiful thing in the world blooms in your eyes"

"Sorrow and pain surround this place"

"You long for the bitter thorns"

"So that beauty will never fade"

As the two people hummed softly, thick thorny vines grew on the stage, as if a long time had passed in an instant. Moss grew everywhere, and the green branches spread out, extending over the lake and the land and growing among the crowd. The audience seemed to be frozen, staring blankly at the singing duo, allowing themselves to be submerged by countless green vines, as if they were in a sea of ​​​​green.

"You are the fresh decoration of the world today,"

"You are the forerunner of the news in Jinxiu Yangchunli."

As these lyrics were sung, blood-red buds began to form on countless vines. As the song went on, the buds slowly blossomed. In the Emerald Garden, the vast land with the high platform as its center instantly turned into a sea of ​​roses.

"Even though time is unpredictable, everything that thrives must eventually grow old."

"But you only make a pact with your own eyes."

"Burn your body into fire so that the light in your eyes can be burned out."

The edges of the petals began to wither, and pale golden flames bloomed from the eyes. Two singers also floated up from the sea of ​​flowers, and the rhythm and melody gradually reached a climax.

In an instant, a gust of wind blew in from an unknown source, crimson petals fluttered, and the two singers began to move.

The white sword blade flashed in the sky, and Elanfell's figure flashed, rushing towards Tilyunate, cutting shining sword marks in the air, and the red-clothed poet also dissipated in the air like a phantom, leaving behind broken petals in vain.

"You are your own enemy, destroying your own lovely self."

The rapid and leaping piano music was played on the high platform, and waves of rose petals floated up from the sea of ​​flowers, dancing and spinning in the sky.

Elanfell sang softly, while her blazing eyes scanned the endless and lush world of flowers.

Suddenly, a black sickle slashed down from her back, silently cutting and tearing the pure white figure apart.

Countless nervous eyes met at this moment, and there was no blood left in the torn figure, only the broken white petals, and Elanfeel appeared in the sky again.

The two sides now exchanged positions and looked at each other from opposite sides of the sky again.

The short harp in Tilyunette's hand had disappeared, replaced by a black and red sickle. Elanfel held a white rapier in one hand, and the guard protected her white wrist like a petal.

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