The deer chariot was like a nimble wind spirit, speeding through the dense forest.
Wherever they passed, the branches and leaves rustled, as if playing a melody for them to move forward.
When encountering a gurgling stream, the clever deer leap lightly, and the deer cart crosses over it as if riding on clouds. The splashing crystal water refracts the sunlight and turns into gorgeous rainbows that disappear in a flash.
Then, they went upstream along the rushing waterfall. The scene was thrilling, but the deer cart was stable. Everyone in the cart only felt a wonderful sense of weightlessness, and then they safely reached the top of the waterfall.
After a while, the deer chariot was running on the mirror-like calm lake again. The wheels touched the lake surface without causing any ripples, as if it was gliding on the water.
The sparkling lake surface under the sunlight looks like a huge golden mirror. The deer chariot is like a phantom speeding on the mirror, driving quickly. From time to time, all kinds of colorful fish and shrimps jump out from the lake, their scales flashing, as if welcoming the visitors from afar.
Merlin withdrew his gaze from the bustle in the car and looked forward to the direction of the stag cart. In an instant, his eyes were lit up, as if stars fell into them.
In the distance, I saw a city that was magnificent beyond imagination, shining brightly under a huge rainbow.
The rainbow was like a dreamy bridge, spanning the sky, one end connected to the road ahead of them, and the other end seemed to lead to a mysterious fairyland.
The outline of the city gradually became clear in the interweaving of light and shadow. The towering spires were scattered in an orderly manner, and the towers were inlaid with huge gems, shining brightly. The city walls were like a flowing light curtain, emitting a soft magical halo, guarding this holy land of the elves.
Merlin took a deep breath, his heart filled with endless anticipation for the destination he was about to arrive at - Andaliya.
In the long history of the elves, the elven city of Andalia is like the most dazzling pearl, emitting a mysterious and charming glow.
Andalia is also affectionately called "The Holy City of the Moon", "The Capital of Art" and "The Most Beautiful City in Aze". These nicknames are full of their deep respect and love for this city.
Legend has it that at the beginning of creation, when the first ray of dawn fell on the land of the Elf Forest, the seeds of the World Tree broke through the ground, and Andalia came into being under the protection of the World Tree.
It seems to have descended to the earth from the embrace of the stars. At the beginning, it was just some simple dwellings built around the world tree. The elves living here relied on their talent for communicating with nature and gradually carved this land into the prototype of a city.
As time went by, Andalia continued to expand in size and its history unfolded like a magnificent epic.
In ancient times, the elves faced many challenges and hardships from the outside world. There were waves of ferocious and brutal monsters invading, trying to devour this fairyland-like land; there were also the spying of dark forces, coveting the pure magic and mysterious skills of the elves.
However, Andalia always stood firm. Every time a crisis came, the elves gathered under the World Tree, relying on the World Tree's boundless power and their own superb magical attainments to resist.
During that turbulent period, countless brave elven warriors shed their blood to protect Andalia. They held magical bows and arrows, wore gleaming armor, and fought desperately with magical beasts; the elven wizards chanted ancient spells on the city walls, summoned the power of the elements, and built indestructible magical barriers.
It is with this tenacity and unity that Andalia has overcome difficulties time and time again, becoming more resilient in the baptism of war and becoming an eternal holy place in the hearts of the elves.
As time passed, the dawn of peace finally spread across the earth, and Andalia ushered in a golden age of prosperity and development.
The elf craftsmen used the branches of the world tree and the magical gems in the forest to carefully carve out magnificent buildings.
The pointed-roof palace reaches into the sky, and the walls are carved with the glorious history of the elves, with every line seeming to tell of past heroic deeds. The streets are paved with warm jade, with fluorescent exotic flowers and plants planted on both sides. Even at night, the entire city is illuminated as if it were daytime.
Today, Andalia, as the core city of the elves, is not only the center of politics, culture and magic, but also the spiritual home of the elves.
Travelers from all over the world come here just to catch a glimpse of this legendary city, feel its charm that transcends time and space, and explore the ancient secrets hidden behind every inch of brick and stone and every leaf.
The deer chariot was like a light feather, slowly floating down and stopping steadily. Its wheels touched the ground without raising a speck of dust.
With full of expectations and curiosity, everyone finally arrived at Andalia, the capital of the elves' forest.
Merlin took the lead and stepped off the carriage impatiently. As soon as his feet touched the ground, before he had time to appreciate this magnificent city that seemed like a dream bubble, his eyes were firmly attracted by the scene in front of him.
Not far away, a large group of figures dressed in moonlight robes came into view. They were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, gathering into a brilliant galaxy.
They were countless devout believers of the Moon Temple. The robes they wore were so soft in texture that they seemed to be woven from moonlight. Every slight sway gave off a water-like luster.
The robes are embroidered with delicate silver threads, outlining mysterious moon phase patterns. As the believers move, the moon phases seem to come alive, waxing and waning, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
They held white flowers in their hands. The flowers gave off a faint fragrance, and the stamens were twinkling with light like stars.
Surrounded by believers, the deacons of the Moon Temple stood tall and walked steadily. They were dressed in moonlight robes with golden trims, and intricate runes embroidered on the collars and cuffs, highlighting their extraordinary status.
The deacons held wands inlaid with moonstones. The moonstones on the tops of the wands emitted a soft blue light, illuminating the surrounding space.
They looked solemnly and chanted ancient welcome spells in their deep and loud voices, echoing in the air as if crossing the boundaries of time and space.
The priests of the Moon Temple were even more eye-catching. They wore gorgeous headdresses with laurel branches as the base and inlaid with huge pearls and crystal crystals, just like the brightest stars in the night sky.
The priests had solemn faces and deep eyes, holding in their hands holy books that radiated divine light. On the cover of the holy book was engraved the mark of the Moon Goddess, which seemed to contain endless magical power and flickered slightly.
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