Now, after being promoted to Natural Sequence 7, Loran Hill can finally barely perform this ancient fairy secret technique.
"How is this possible..."
Among the imperial court wizards, one took off his hood in disbelief. He was one of the few forest elves among these wizards.
As an elf, he naturally knew the fairy secret technique passed down from ancient times. Although it was very famous, not many elves or fairies in history had been able to perform it.
Is it because such a secret technique is secret and difficult to know? No, the secret spell is the seven fairy-tale-like songs. Almost everyone knew it in the First Age, but despite this, only a very small number of peerless fairies or elves could perform it.
Because the secret arts of the fairy land are actually very special, they require a very high synchronization rate between the caster and the chanting ballad.
In other words, if you are a cruel person, you will not be able to sing this fifth movement at all. It requires the user to have a firm and gentle heart. This is not to say foolish kindness, but the kind of gentleness and belief that remains firm after understanding everything.
This alone meant that there were only a few elves and fairies left to compete. Furthermore, one had to consider that one needed to be at least Sequence 8 strong to barely summon the Petal Mirror, symbolizing the Fairyland. Therefore, even after the First Era ended, there were only sixteen elves who had used the secrets of the Fairyland.
In the following eras, with the decline of the three elven tribes, such elves were never seen again, so much so that the elves believed that such secret techniques had been lost.
I didn’t expect to see it here again today. Could it be that the legend is true?
Is the girl opposite really a mythical fairy who survived from ancient times and is said to be associated with the World Tree?
But didn’t the ancient mythical fairies all die in the slaughter by those witches? How could any of them survive?
Under the sky covered by orange-red petals, the magnificent vortexes of fire gradually faded, leaving only faint afterimages in the air.
It is like a painting that has gone through countless midsummers in time, slowly fading all its colors, gradually turning into light traces, and disappearing in the world.
Looking up at the sky, at the golden fairy that descended upon the world, under the mirror of seven-colored petals, the warriors were in high spirits, and in the fragrance of the fierce flames, they stepped on the broken sparks and moved forward.
The white fairy dragon flags were dyed orange like the sky. They swayed forward with shouts and calls, like an overwhelming tidal wave, gradually pressing towards the enemy.
Under the sky, the setting sun shines, and the battle continues to burn.
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