Loran Hill slowly descended from the sky, and Westena quickly came over, grabbed the girl's wrist, and checked her body to see if there were any hidden injuries.
"Okay, Westena, I'm actually fine, nothing happened." Loran Hill felt a little itchy and wanted to laugh after being touched by Westena, so he had to stop his friend's actions.
"Really? I was so scared at that time. In the blink of an eye, you disappeared, leaving only a little bit of light."
Westena hugged the girl tightly, speaking with regret and relief in her heart.
When the two reunited lightly, the venue was in chaos.
The liberal faction spoke first, questioning the serious fraud committed by the chanters sent by the conservative faction, and then surrounded the other side.
The conservatives were not to be outdone, claiming that the open faction had sent outsiders to participate and interfered with the duel. At the final moment, it was obvious that outsiders had interfered, causing the six elves to split apart again.
However, although the conservatives' rebuttal was correct, its strength and severity were far less than those of the liberals' questions. The elves present were also full of doubts, and they finally found an outlet for their original shock at the six singers.
It turns out that they used a tricky method, and it was this disgusting fusion possession method, which is equivalent to distorting people's consciousness and trampling on the dignity and existence of the individual.
This kind of crime was the main reason why the necromancers were condemned in the past. Later, the necromancers had to give up such methods and reluctantly returned to the mainland.
Unexpectedly, this situation actually occurred among the elves this time. You know, in the past, the elves and the wizards of the Mercury Dynasty were mortal enemies, and tens of millions of elves died at the hands of the necromancers.
“Get out!”
"Shameful! A traitor!"
"How can you deceive us in this way?"
As the truth gradually became clear, the anger among the many elves watching the ceremony continued to grow, and the previous behavior of the open-minded faction in secretly mobilizing military force was unknowingly ignored.
"We need to put them on trial. They are simply the most despicable sinners!"
Seeing themselves surrounded by angry elves, the conservatives looked ashen. Some of them knew the truth, while others only realized it now. But no matter what, the stigma against them could not be washed away.
There was a brief period of chaos in the venue, and the situation was not calmed down until the Queen announced that the guards would arrest and detain the main conservative figures.
"Then, finally, may Her Highness Jialan sing the ballad of the Fairyland, 'The Seven-Colored Golden Flower in the Child's Eyes.'"
Although the competition is no longer of much significance, the necessary process still needs to be completed.
In the evening near dusk, Loran Hill, wearing new clothes, stood quietly on the platform. Her silver hair was adorned with a garland of broken green and small flowers, and her dress with white background and gold leaves fluttered slightly in the evening breeze.
The clear voice is like flowing water, soft and soothing, like ripples in the night wind, making people feel light and airy, immersed in this fantasy and singing.
Movement 1: Rose-Wrapped Flame Gate
Second Movement: Wandering Snow-Crying Night
Movement 3: Time’s Cruel Love
Movement 4: Magnificent Golden Heroes
Movement 5: The Nostalgic Fragrance of Midsummer
Movement 6: The Tomb of Truth and Beauty
The Seventh Movement: Time and the Final Rebirth
Song after song, the golden glass mirror slowly unfolded behind the girl, reflecting the colors of the world, and symbols rotated in the girl's eyes. They kept spinning and converging, and finally bloomed slowly in her eyes like flowers, their brilliant colors making everything gorgeous and dreamy.
And the golden glass mirror behind it finally bloomed and shone brightly.
In this golden halo, Loran Hill felt as if he was becoming lighter and lighter, and then he took a light step and disappeared into the mirror in a flash, just like the ancient mythical fairy.
In the forest under the starry sky at night, golden light rain slowly fell, nourishing the weak fairies living in seclusion in the forest and shining with brilliance. Perhaps in hundreds of years, a new fairy queen would be born among them, just like in the past.
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