Chapter 1 I'm dressed like this? "Where am I?"...
"Where is this?" Sang Zhitao rubbed her slightly dazed head, touched the bed that had disappeared, and felt the warm and hard curved object in her hand, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Especially when she touched the hard object under her buttocks and moved upwards, she felt even more confused. After carefully touching around, she finally realized that she was now inside an egg-shaped thing.
Sang Zhitao was furious and stood up to kick him.
She felt the egg wobble a bit after being kicked, almost causing her to lose her balance.
For the sake of her own life, she had no choice but to obediently sit back down.
Before going to sleep, she was feeling sentimental that she had finally found family after growing up in an orphanage, and that her older siblings were all outstanding people, one famous and the other rich.
This allowed her to finally live the carefree, wealthy life she had always dreamed of, but she never expected that when she woke up, she would find herself inside an egg instead of in her soft bed.
One egg!
How hilarious! She never imagined in her life that she would personally experience the birth of a life, a real egg birth!
She didn't feel hungry at all inside the egg. When she woke up, she would just stare blankly, and when she was sleepy, she would just sleep. She didn't know how much time had passed when the egg suddenly started to shake.
Sang Zhitao, who was fast asleep, was startled awake by the shaking. She carefully stood up, supporting herself on the egg wall.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of falling came over me!
Sang Zhitao felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
But with a crisp "thump," the egg stopped shaking and stood firmly on a soft surface.
Sang Zhitao suddenly had a strong premonition that she could crack open the egg at this moment...
Looking at her hands, now restored to the delicate softness of a baby's, and at the hard eggshell she remembered, she narrowed her eyes slightly...
"Thump!" "Snap!" "Crack!"
The eggshell, which should have been incredibly hard, cracked open with a hole after Sang Zhitao stepped on it.
She stopped what she was doing and carefully peered out through the tiny hole.
Outside, everything is green, with varying shades intertwined, exuding an indescribable vitality.
Several tall figures dressed in white, pink, or light blue clothing were not far away. Their voices, which were faint and indistinct, drifted into her ears as their clothes rustled together.
Sang Zhitao rubbed her eyes a few times, but still couldn't see the specific situation outside clearly. Everything in her eyes looked like it was covered with frosted glass.
She stopped paying attention to the people outside and touched the edge of the hole. There was an eggshell about three millimeters thick, and the edge was inexplicably smooth.
Back inside the eggshell, looking at the top of the shell that you could touch with your hand, and then at the hole.
She stroked her chin and thought for a moment, then decided to go out first.
So she took a few steps back, making a movement that accelerated her.
He quickly stepped forward and kicked!
"Snap!" "Thud!" "Ah!"
The remaining gaps in the eggshell widened several times, and the opening was also shaken to a greater size, with a few pieces of eggshell even falling outside with a few thuds.
The final "Ah" was because Sang Zhitao's little foot got stuck in the new hole and couldn't be pulled out.
He hugged his legs with both hands and pushed off the ground with one foot.
Sang Zhitao exerted all her strength.
With a "pop," the foot was finally pulled out.
She held her reddened feet and rubbed them for a long time.
As if they couldn't wait any longer, she felt the egg being lifted high and gently shaken a few times.
After she finally regained her balance, she saw a pair of green eyes appear through the gap.
Looking into those eyes, she always felt an urge to punch them.
Of course, she didn't hold back and threw a punch.
"Ah," she heard a soft exclamation from outside, and she felt her egg being carefully placed in a stable location.
Relieved, Sang Zhitao looked at the two holes she had made, took a deep breath, and kicked the holes a few times.
The "crackling" sounds came one after another, and finally, after an even louder "thud," the eggshell broke off from the middle and slowly slid to one side.
After half of the eggshell had completely separated, Sang Zhitao changed from squatting with her head in her hands to standing.
Holding onto the eggshell and gazing outside, I realized that the frosted glass-like sensation I had felt earlier had finally disappeared as the eggshell was completely removed.
And now she could see clearly the people whispering and talking in front of her; compared to her, they were all giants.
Their clothes resembled the robes of mages in Western fantasy novels, but were more exquisite, with many patterns embroidered in the details.
They had delicate features, some with blond or silver hair, and their eyes were either dark or light green. At this moment, they were all looking at her with surprise and concern.
Sang Zhitao instinctively burrowed deeper into the eggshell.
Among the group was a woman dressed more elaborately, holding a giant cane, and wearing a crown of thorns.
She handed her cane to the person next to her and carefully lifted Sang Zhitao out of the eggshell.
Sang Zhitao sat down in her palm and carefully examined the woman. Only then did she realize that the woman's ears were pointed.
Elf ears!
The image of elves from a Western fantasy movie she had once seen instantly came to mind.
The woman seemed to understand what she was thinking, and extended a finger, gently tapping her brow.
A beam of light, a blend of gold and silver, pierced her mind.
Sylph.
"As expected." Sang Zhitao couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Sylph is the English word for wind sprite.
The woman looked at Sang Zhitao with a smile: "Sylph, our hope."
Sang Zhitao stared blankly at the other person, feeling that there was something more to what they were saying.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, and looked at the woman with increasing confusion.
The woman continued, "I am Irene, the Queen of the Wind Spirits, and you are our Princess Sylph, the last hope left by the Mother Tree."
Following her gaze, Sang Zhitao looked at a towering tree behind her.
It was only then that they noticed the tree was somewhat withered, especially the side facing away from them, where most of the leaves had turned yellow. From this angle, they could vaguely see yellow leaves falling like rain.
She felt that what was happening was somewhat familiar to her.
The girl born from the eggshell, the beautiful elf queen Irene, and the name the queen gave her—Sylph.
Ignoring her confusion, Irene carried her to the other elves and announced, "Our Sylph has been born! She will lead us wind elves to rebuild our home. Now, let's prepare to set off!"
Set off?
Where are they going? Why are they setting off?
Sang Zhitao felt increasingly bewildered.
When a massive warship appeared overhead, far beyond her expectations, a thousand alpacas seemed to gallop through her mind.
She turned sharply to look at the Elf Tree, then at the Elf Queen, and then at the elves who were standing ready. She took a deep breath and looked up at the heavens.
Holy crap! 凸(艹皿艹)！
She finally remembered where she had seen this scene before!
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