Those elves all have different auras, and they are rushing towards us with a strong and energetic spirit.
Lin blinked his eyes gently, not knowing what he thought of, and a smile appeared on his face.
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The Sunderland Arena is the largest arena in the city. It is large enough to accommodate 80,000 elves at the same time to watch the competitive performances of professionals. It is large enough to have a circular battle field with a diameter of two kilometers, which is enough
Elves below high level can do their best.
During the day, the elves perform their duties and build a harmonious society. At night, the elves begin their night life, showing their cultural accomplishment.
When Nona's appearance spread to the earth, this tall, oval arena began to become lively.
In the nearly full auditorium, elves or tribesmen of all sizes kept looking towards the circular cavity directly above.
"roar--"
In response to their expectations, a sturdy flying dragon flew out of the gray cavity and announced his arrival towards the arena.
"Nolot!"
"Norot!!"
"Nolot!!!"
This flying dragon is stronger than ordinary flying dragons. Compared with those flying dragons with tight muscles and tendons, he is much more rounded.
"Good evening everyone!"
He flapped his wings with a wingspan of nearly twenty meters, landed on the arena, and greeted the spectators around him.
The elves in the audience even called his name, and the atmosphere reached its peak for a while.
call--
A subtle flapping sound of wings sounded, and an elf figure with fluttering black wings greeted the entire arena amidst the fluttering black feathers. His voice rang in the ears of every elf, as if in the ear.
Just whispering.
"Aha, dear viewers, good evening, everyone. I am Yate, the host of this competition. Welcome everyone -"
He bowed, the black wings that were condensed behind him spread wide, and stood in the center of the arena, landing next to the light cyan wind-type flying dragon Norote.
"Um, Nolot, I would like to ask how you are feeling today?" Art patted the flying dragon's winged arm and asked.
"Well, it's not bad. This time is also a great challenge for me. It would be really great if I can break through."
"Well, we have brought eight competitors this time. Do you feel any pressure?"
"Well, there is definitely pressure, but I still believe in myself."
The elf and the dragon asked and answered questions, and the two communicated harmoniously in the arena. Then, amid the audience's expectations, Yat said the words they were most looking forward to.
"Everyone here must not be able to wait any longer. Let's invite the remaining eight challengers to start the first competition tonight - the Dance of the Dolls!"
Swish——
Rootless beams of light illuminated eight directions. Residents of the eight elven kingdoms stood up from all directions. They were male and female, old and young. However, judging from the average life span of 200+ at the professional level, none of them could tell their specific age.
How big is it.
But what they all carry is that confident face, which is the self-confidence that comes after reaching a certain extreme in a certain field.
That kind of confidence wipes the soul and cleanses the heart, and is enough to lead the way.
An elf has soft milky white fish-colored armor on his face. Those armors are more like lines tattooed on the skin, and wherever he walks there is a fresh smell of sea breeze.
An elf has a body with hard bark and a pile of green leaves on his head, confident and flamboyant.
An elf is not tall and looks like a minor. She wears a small mushroom hat. The spiritual energy is emitting fluctuations in her head, affecting her spirit and energy.
There is one more...
"I believe everyone is familiar with them. Three days ago, the eight contestants left in the final round of eliminations are among the most powerful elves in this city."
In the arena, Yate is using his eloquence to mobilize the atmosphere of the audience and adjusting the players' mentality with slightly humorous words.
Off the field, Lin sat in the audience and watched this grand competition.
This competition is the so-called dance of the dolls, not a fighting competition. It is a competition that extremely tests the control of magic power and imagination.
Use magic power to manipulate the puppet from a distance to achieve a lifelike appearance that resembles a real person.
But this time, nine of their contestants are required to play nine roles in a play.
This time's drama is a unique script brought from another world, and an epic battle triggered by a magic ring.
"Smaug - The Battle of the Lonely Mountain!"
"arena!"
"rise!"
Swish swish——
A huge projection fell from the cavity in the sky, and a faint mist came from the void, flooding the entire auditorium and arena.
The power of the mystery began to appear. At this time, the audience fell into a strange state of half-dream and half-awake due to the irresistible force.
The power of the mystery 1: falling into a dream.
At the same time, the nine players in the arena all got the roles they wanted to play this time.
For example, the dragon Nolot got a fixed role as the last dragon in Middle-earth, the golden and gorgeous, the strongest Smaug.
The other elves are randomly assigned to various roles, such as halflings who steal gems, elves who are good at using bows and arrows, descendants of human kings, and dwarf warriors.
Mysterious ability 2: illusion.
From this moment on, the epics and legends belonging to the Lord of the Rings and Middle-earth all unfold before the eyes of the elves.
The magnificent magical world slowly kicked off, and a 100-meter giant dragon with a pale golden red body slowly opened his only closed eye.
Crash la la la——
Smaug pushed himself up from his bed, amidst the mountains of treasures, his belly covered in gems sparkling.
Golden gold coins and various gemstones slid down like a landslide, and the sound of wealth echoed in the palace filled with endless treasures.
"oh--"
"Look, what did I find?"
With a playful yet evil dragon head whispering on his face, Smaug, who had a wide chin and an earth-shattering appearance, looked at the extremely tiny ants in front of him with his shattered golden eyes.
The story that belongs to Smaug and belongs to Middle-earth begins.
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In the endless fog, Lin Zhizhi watched this scene with interest.
This style is similar to the Fantasy God Space, but it is the masterpiece of the elves themselves.
The legendary elves have engraved the secret locks and talismans here, able to create a virtual world that is large enough and high enough in accuracy.
Mental projection and magical transformation almost create a world that is almost as real as the real thing.
However, if you really want to see everything clearly and clearly, then the whole world would be too boring.
This is also the answer to why the gods only covered the World Tree network on ordinary and professional-level elves when they dealt with the World Tree network in the past.
Because the legends already have the ability to distinguish illusions, just like they are adults.