The second day of competition began.
The Emerald Garden has never been so lively. Elves gather here like mountains and seas, and everywhere is filled with pointed ears, golden hair, and graceful and charming words.
The Elvish language originated from the chanting of ancient ballads. Most of the syllables are melodious, making it seem like singing to humans.
This time the stage is located in the middle of the lake in front of the Cuiyue Palace, and the rostrum is in the front square of the palace. The Elf Queen, the Fifteen Seats, and all the respected people in the elf clan gather here. On the opposite side and around the lake are several layers of auditoriums. Even on the big trees in the distance are many curious and expectant elves standing.
Thousands of eyes are focused here, and countless people are daydreaming about today's glorious showdown and the significant significance behind it.
Even those who are not sensitive to politics are now gradually realizing that this confrontation may affect the direction of the forest for the next few hundred years, and which faction's words should be listened to and which path should be taken.
Different from the lively and noisy crowd outside, the two sides on the rostrum were currently engaged in a calm and silent negotiation.
"We believe that in order to prevent the competition from being dragged on too long and causing accidents, all competitions should be completed today." A representative of the conservative faction spoke up.
"Why is that?" Marantha, who was neutral, was a little surprised.
"Who knows?" Westena looked at the eye child of the representative opposite her in a calm voice.
"So what are you going to do?"
The conservative was a little surprised that Westena did not object, so he simply put forward his subsequent proposal.
"Our suggestion is to hold the last few competitions together."
"What if there are vacancies in the singing of some songs?" Marantha quickly thought of this question.
"Then there's nothing we can do. We can't even find a suitable singer. Maybe we should just admit defeat." The conservative pretended to be contemptuous.
"Are we preparing to gamble?" The other elves present discussed in a low voice.
"I don't know. Perhaps the conservatives have learned some intelligence. If we follow the rules of each match, they won't have enough chanters and will have to concede in some matches."
"If we attack together, there will be many variables. If the opponent has strong support, one person can defeat several opponents, which will solve the problem of insufficient chanters."
"But the situation could also be the opposite. Perhaps there are more chanters on the conservative side, and they want to use this as a way to catch them all in one fell swoop."
"This will really test the intelligence and trump cards of both sides."
"If it were Westena, she wouldn't agree. Anything the other party asks for must be a disadvantageous trap."
"Indeed, it would be better if you didn't agree..."
While the people below were still discussing it, Westena, contrary to her usual behavior, agreed to this unreasonable proposal.
"If this is your request, then we will graciously agree to it."
Upon hearing that Westena had been fooled so unexpectedly, the representative showed an ecstatic expression on his face, but he quickly reacted and covered his mouth and started coughing.
"Ahem... Since the sage has agreed, let's start preparing." After saying that, he walked away quickly without waiting for the other party's response.
Looking at the hurriedly leaving figure, Westena knew what the other party was thinking, but she did not object. Instead, she looked past the representative and slowly looked at the conservative members on the other side of the venue, silently counting the number and strength of the opposite side in her heart, and then moved her gaze again, looking at the elves in the crowds in the venue and the figures standing quietly on the big trees in the forest.
Just be patient, it would be better if it could 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 rule changes and the arrangements for the subsequent competitions. This made the elves, who were already eagerly waiting, cheer loudly, and the sound of his words was like a flock of swallows flying through the forest.
"It's about to begin." Loran Hill gently crossed his fingers in front of him and closed his eyes to concentrate.
What she wore today was particularly unusual. The dress was pure white, extremely light and gorgeous, with colorful squares on the cuffs and a collar made of golden stretched leaves. Her shoulders were exposed, and her snow-white skin and the soft golden leaves complemented each other. Gold threads crossed on both sides of her chest, fastened with tiny star-shaped buttons, tightening and outlining the skirt, thus showing the girl's soft waist and chest curve.
Two golden strings are half-hung on both sides of the waist, like golden necklaces, to dilute the overly pure white and monotonous color of the waist. The skirt below is decorated with golden ropes, like small wind chimes hanging on the skirt, making the pure white skirt flutter.
After the ritual officer announced the start, people from both parties began to step onto the stage one by one.
After Loran Hill walked up the stairs that attracted everyone's attention, the six figures standing opposite him also came into view.
These six elves wore butterfly masks and clothes of similar style, but with slightly different colors, which happened to be six completely different colors.
After standing still at this moment, the 1:6 disparity 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 extremely surprised and couldn't believe it.
"Why are there so many chanters from the conservative faction?" Countless audiences whispered, nervous, curious, and expectant.
"I don't know. I can't even believe what's happening." Some elves simply couldn't believe that the situation was like this.
"It's over now, all over, we're doomed." Some members of the open-minded faction half-sat on the ground in despair and frustration, pounding the ground unwillingly.
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