The worship of Corellon always begins with joyful songs and free dances. Most of his priests and priests are artists and sculptors with extraordinary skills.
And the elves who dare to sing before the statue of the Elf Father are the most outstanding singers.
The new moon gently illuminated the night sky. In this touching song, Hill suddenly understood what it means to let the soul play freely and the heart to fly freely.
Hill suddenly forgot about the clothes that made him uncomfortable. The elves' pursuit of self-liberation may have gone too far, but their joy was so enviable, wild and free, sincere and laissez-faire.
He leaned against the stone wall and looked at the dancing elves while the songs were flying.
Above the invisible dome composed of silver-blue light, moonlight and starlight cast beams of light. It was a natural stage formed by magic.
Although the dancers will appear in the starlight, the light of the crescent moon silently illuminates Corellon's statue and its surroundings.
Alessio did not sing, he just solemnly held an oil painting, knelt down on one knee, and quietly placed the oil painting on an oak table surrounded by colorful roses in front of the statue.
Like him, there were many elves who were creators. They took turns to come forward and pile their works on the big oak table.
Devotees of the Protector expressed their gratitude through music, song, dance, and the sacrifice of their most beautiful works.
Hill didn't care about that. He turned his head and looked at the ubiquitous roses in Corellon Temple. Suddenly he realized something. The Elf God King back then would send roses to the God of Time and Space. Maybe he really wanted to show his sincerity.
of.
After all, this kind of flower is Corellon's favorite.
Hill thought of Aglaia's joyful laughter when she told him this story, and decided to bury this matter completely in his heart, just treat it as another instance of the Elf God King being stupid, anyway, this level of stupidity
, it’s nothing in that person’s deeds.
Moreover, if the undead hadn't told the gods of Trasil the meaning of the red rose, they actually wouldn't have understood why the God of Time and Space had such a big reaction. Once they knew the reason, they would go back to that rare panic of the God of Time and Space.
From now on, Hill was not sure who the wild laughter in the starry sky that day was directed at.
Although they would definitely insist that they were laughing at the Elf God King, Hill didn't believe it.
Hill could feel that his thoughts were so relaxed and at ease, driven by the unrestrained singing. He found a seat on the stone wall with a good view, nestled in it, slowly closed his eyes, and listened.
Listen to this touching song.
Amidst the sudden burst of exclamations and cheers, Hill opened his eyes.
Dragos, the captain of the guard of the Sword of Everesca, was kneeling on one knee, holding a ball of moss and placing it in the center of the oak table. The reason why the elves cheered was obvious. Corellon showed his
focus on.
The sky-blue crescent moon rose, and part of the artwork on the table disappeared together with the pile of moss. Then many gems appeared, falling one by one to the original locations of the taken away artworks. Hill just looked at it for a few seconds.
At a glance, he could see that they were the gems that Corellon liked to reward when he showed his appreciation to his followers: bejuri gems, crescent-shaped stones, diamonds, moonstones, moonstones, star rubies, and star sapphires.
Hill glanced at the place where Alessio's painting was with concern.
There was a star sapphire emitting a faint blue light, and Liz's penetrating scream came from where Alessio was: For a priest who became the creator priest of Corellon, this is
This kind of work of art presented by himself was brought to the kingdom of Arvandor by Corellon, and the opportunity for the elves living among the Seldarine gods to appreciate it was enough for the divine favor in him to cross a large level.
The elves' singing became more cheerful and their dancing became more enthusiastic. Corellon quickly expressed his satisfaction. A faint sky-blue light appeared on some of the most outstanding singers, musicians and dancers, and then
A certain accessory on these elves has obviously become a magical object.
The elves who had received the gift cheered for joy, while those who had not received the gift did not show much frustration. Every elf was extremely excited and excited. This was the first time after hundreds of years that the elves in the Supreme Forest had received a gift in a celebration.
Corellon's gaze.
The reason why the Sword of Evriska gave up celebrating all festivals and the senior officials tormented themselves almost like an ascetic was actually because of the indifference shown by Corellon.
You must know that the Father of the Elves has always been very tolerant towards the elves and does not care about minor offenses at all. However, the Toril elves who made him so angry have been mercilessly ridiculed in countless worlds involved in the elven pantheon.
Maybe Corellon just chose to forgive the elves of the Star Mountains, but who cares about the cowards who abandoned their homes and fled in embarrassment? The Sword of Evriska doesn't care anyway.
They sang loudly and danced enthusiastically, completely losing control under the light of the sky-blue crescent moon.
Hill nestled in the corner, looking at the stars shining in the sky where the silver crescent moon and the blue crescent moon complement each other.
He happily enjoyed the calmness amidst the hustle and bustle.
However, he could not maintain this calmness for long, and soon a female elf appeared to invite him to dance.
After Hill rejected a dozen plump and sexy beauties with slender waists and charming dancing postures who came in turn, the next one was a strong and handsome young man.
The elf brother who was resolutely rejected by Hill regretfully left. Hill, who had a serious face, could only complain. The elf's jumping thinking could always surprise him.
Looking at Liz and Alessio hugging each other and dancing together, Hill felt that his trip could continue.
With a wave of his hand, Hill left quickly without taking away a single cloud. The unwilling elves actually started to form teams to look for him, with all kinds of combinations available.
Although the elves are really beautiful and sassy, and the girls do have the S-shaped figure that Hill prefers, they go too far. Besides, why do they want to form a male-female team? What are they thinking in their heads.
Hill felt that his endurance was still relatively poor, so he had no choice but to run away.
When Hill returned to Purvi, he was still a little shaken. When Liszt came up to meet him, he could feel his panic.
Looking at the group of goblins peeking in the mushroom house, Liszt quickly said: "Go take a hot bath! It's ready."
Anyway, he has already directed the puppet to turn on the magic device in the bathroom. In less than a minute, the large bath will be filled with calming water.
Hill, who was about to speak, quickly nodded and rushed into the magic tower.
Looking at the pair of disappointed little eyes, Liszt sighed helplessly. The little goblin was particularly sensitive to emotional fluctuations, so he had to be careful not to let these little guys spread gossip.
This has nothing to do with whether they love Hill or not. They are willing to live with Hill in the closed Purvi body. Of course they love Hill very much, but gossip is their nature. Let alone Hill, even if they are their lovers, they
Their biological fathers and mothers, and even the gods they believe in, as long as they have fun, they will spread it all over the world.
Hill didn't think he had anything to be afraid of, but as long as he mentioned the fact that he was scared by the more open-minded elf today, tomorrow Linn would probably go to Martha and ask him if Hill was real.
He was dragged away at his house...
Lister would rather these goblins say that Hill is the illegitimate son of Corellon and Selun, and would not want them to arrange Hill's emotional story.
After all, for Hill, he doesn't care who his parents are in the fantasy world, but if he is called an innocent little boy, he will probably become angry.
Liszt slowly dissipated and suddenly realized that although Hill was suffering from a home-based attack, a typical type that only saw and did not do anything, his behavior was actually a result of being a home-based person and completely ignoring that there was another option in life.
His design of his life never left room for his other half, and he never even considered why there was a room in the design of the magic tower that was connected to his master bedroom and a shared bathroom. He just happily changed it into
A large bathtub.
But in fact, there is nothing wrong with thinking about pure love. The only difference between otakus and pure love is that they know everything, but unfortunately they can't do anything either.
Hill, who finally calmed down after soaking in the bathtub, had no idea what treacherous things his loyal tower spirit was thinking about. He really didn't think about whether there would be someone to share this kind of thing with him in the future, but absolutely not
I will admit that I am an otaku.
He, a person who runs around outside every day and has a wide range of contacts, is definitely not a homebody! Even if he runs around with a house, he is the same.
Liszt appeared outside the bath: "Sir, where are we going?"
"Let's go to the Gate of Hell first. According to the undead's footsteps, we should be able to arrive tomorrow. With such a good experience, most people will definitely choose to travel overnight."
Liszt responded before asking: "Can you just leave like this? No need to say goodbye formally?"
"No need." Hill buried his head under the water and replied angrily, "The elves are very casual, aren't they? Just pretend that I don't want to be overly thanked by the Sword of Everesca.
Alas! I thought this elf army was a more serious one, but it seems that I thought too much.
Loyalty to the gods and dedication to their duties do not mean that they are not from the chaotic camp!"
He has a good memory and discovered that among the young men who came to invite him, there was also the deputy of the guard captain, and there was also a husband and wife team who came together!
Fortunately, Liz and Alessio are not the I-love-you-but-don’t-prevent-me-hunting type.
Lin En is really lucky to live in such a normal elf family.
"Sir, the Gate of Hell has arrived." Liszt suddenly raised his eyebrows, "It seems that the demons also got the news that the undead are coming, and began to attack in a large scale."
