Princess Norrell smiled and spread her arms. Face the breeze, face the flowing clouds, face... face the moonlight that shines down once again after the day and night cycle.
On the shadow of the World Tree, every leaf, every branch, and the thick and straight trunk were coated with a layer of dull silver light.
For a moment, the silver light swirled and penetrated the tree, and the World Tree solidified little by little under the shining of the silver moon.
"Ms. Silver Moon, we are your children, we are the race you care about..." On the ground, Idian and Ash Moonsong sang prayer songs side by side.
Even Appa ran to the top of the mountain and stood beside them. The child with a pair of antlers on his head clasped his hands, holding a handful of moonlight, stumbling and singing along with them: "Your glory will always shine on us, guiding us on the way home..." If you were on Yongju Island, If it is the Silver Moon Festival, there will be thousands of elves playing musical instruments and singing songs praising the Silver Moon Lady.
However, even if there are only two elves singing, or even no one singing, it doesn't matter - the elves are originally the children of Lady Silver Moon, and the royal family of elves have been the priests of Lady Silver Moon since ancient times.
There are even rumors that the Elf Royal Family is the descendant of Lady Silvermoon... When Princess Norrell comes to the Legend, Lady Silvermoon will naturally take care of her blessings, so why does she need others to sing her praises?
The shadow of the World Tree gradually solidified and then gradually converged. It descends bit by bit, and the shape of the crown, branches, leaves, and trunks also follow the shape of the lake bit by bit.
At this time, the Lord of Thunder's heart was in his throat: success or failure depends on this moment!
From virtuality to reality, from energy converging into matter, from virtual shadow into substance. Climbing into the legend is the last step. If you take it well, you will reach the sky in one step. If you don’t do it well...
"Ms. Silver Moon, please protect Norrell." He never believed in gods, let alone the gods of elves. Even on the Silver Moon Festival, he only listened to prayer songs and bowed his head to show respect.
However, at this moment, he sincerely looked up at Silver Moon and prayed in a low voice: "She is the princess of the elves, the daughter of the elven royal family who has believed in you and worshiped you for generations. Divine blood flows in her veins... She Worship the Silver Moon and love nature. She has always kept your teachings and precepts in mind..."
"Don't worry." A hoarse chuckle suddenly sounded. The Lord of Thunder suddenly turned his head and saw that the Time Dragon Sainz had returned to his human form and was staggering back.
He didn't even bother to take a look at the green hut full of white flowers, the vibrant grass outside the hut, and the figures in the hut.
"The river of time has ended." Facing the confused gaze of the Lord of Thunder, Time Dragon Sainz shrugged boredly: "There is nothing interesting to see later..." He had a look on his face
"It's gone, it's gone," he walked out of the crowd and walked away. The Lord of Thunder could not rest assured and continued to stand at the entrance of the valley, looking forward to it.
The moon moves across the sky inch by inch, until the silver moon sets in the west and the sun shines out, the door of the hut
With a "squeak" sound, Princess Norrell walked out slowly, nodding and smiling at him. She seemed not to have changed at all, but also seemed to be completely different.
From the tips of the hair to the feet, there is a shallow halo, like pearls, like light mist. His eyes are bright and energetic, and between his brows, there is a noble and mysterious brilliance.
This is the brilliance and demeanor that only a legend can have, or, to put it more clearly, this is a vision that only occurs when a legend has just become a legend and his power has not yet been fully restrained.
"Norrell!" The Lord of Thunder dodged and teleported to the door of the hut. The elf princess opened her arms and threw herself into his arms: "I succeeded. - I succeeded..." She put her cheek against her husband's shoulder and whispered repeatedly: "I have reached the legend... Christine , From now on, we can be together forever, for a long time..." Elves are immortals, but their lives also have an end.
The longevity brought by racial blood does not always depend on advancement. The longevity brought by relying on the essential change of life force is more reliable.
The body will weaken and the soul will decay. Only by standing at the legendary level can we smile and watch the clouds roll and relax, and overlook the passage of time.
"Yes, from now on, we can always be together." The Lord of Thunder stroked her hair gently, and after a while, he took her hand and led her out.
Outside the valley, emerald dragons, green dragons, gold dragons and silver dragons, the dragon clan who came to watch and experience, as well as nature priests and magicians, have been waiting for a long time.
At this moment, people could finally gather around to congratulate her: "Congratulations, Your Highness, Princess, for joining the Legend."
"Congratulations on entering the realm of mystery."
"May nature always take care of you."
"May the silver moon always shine on your path -" Gretel lined up honestly in the queue, following Senior Sister Philby.
After the legends had finished congratulating themselves and the congratulations from outsiders, it was his and his senior sister's turn to go up. After saluting and saying congratulations, they exited in order, leaving their seats to the natural priests and magicians.
Philby turned away and saw her junior brother slowly walking behind, pausing every step and turning back every three steps. She couldn't help but come to pick him up: "What's the matter? Walk faster and don't take up your seat! What do you think? If you ask, ask again in private, there are many opportunities!"
"Yeah..." Grete nodded honestly and was carried away by his senior sister. After walking out for a long time, he looked back at the teacher and his wife who were surrounded by the crowd, then turned around and looked at Idian and Ash Yuege, and his pace slowed down again.
"What's wrong with you?" Archmage Philbi had no choice but to fly out a mage's hand and turn Grete around again: "What did you think of again?"
"Uh... I just thought, I am also level 17, and the teacher has also come to guide me. Some previous projects can be promoted quickly... For example, legendary dragons and so on..." The fertility issues of the legendary dragon clan.
The question is how to make the legendary dragon clan increase the probability of reproducing offspring. After overcoming this problem, the next step is the problem of the teacher and his wife having children, right?
After all, the reproductive capacity of the elves has always been a problem, and the legendary fertility is a bigger problem - a legendary third-level magician and a legendary elf may not be able to have children for a thousand years without external intervention. ... Just look at the Elf Queen. As a king, and with the blessing of Lady Silver Moon, she didn't have any children after she entered the legend?
But... but... Archmage Philby rolled her eyes, the mage's hand rose,
He slapped Grete on the back of the head: "That's enough!"
