Cyril was woken up by the ring knight in his dream ring as usual.

He sat up and it was terrible dark outside the window. The raindrops fell on the huge leaves, and the crackling sound kept making noises.

Amid the chaotic rain, there were faint thunder sounds. He glanced out the window and saw a lightning flash across the sky.

The Mufeng Festival officially begins on a rainy day, which is really rare. Elfs often avoid the rainy season and hold festivals. Who would have thought that this thunderstorm would come so suddenly?

"Where is Miss Misha?"

Cyril grabbed Caroline, who was trotting in the corridor, and glanced at the things in the plate in her hand - pills with a strong aroma of medicine, and a small pot with a lid.

"Sister Misha is sick, I'll go and give her medicine." Caroline raised her head and replied, "Let me go quickly, Cyril."

Sick?

Cyril closed his eyes a little, and everything that happened last night appeared before his eyes. The elf lady in a white nightgown seemed to be a saint who came out of a mysterious garden, and her words were full of mystery, which was different from her previous words and deeds-

Thinking about it now, all this was full of abnormality. Perhaps it was because of this abnormal behavior that Miss Misha fell ill at this time?

He let go of Caroline's hand, who ran to the room not far away. Before knocking on the door, the door was opened first.

Misha, who had changed back to the dark brown robe, leaned against the door slightly weakly. The sweat on her forehead and cheeks made the scattered blonde hair stick to her face, but it didn't seem too messy, but instead felt a haggard and sick beauty.

She reached out to take the plate from Caroline's hand, rubbed Caroline's head, and then whispered to Cyril: "My clan, I can't accompany you in the first game."

"Good rest." Even though Cyril was full of doubts, he was not the time to ask questions at this time, so he could only nod.

"I want to bring back the three Mufeng flowers." Misha reluctantly smiled.

"This... I will do my best." Cyril looked out the window helplessly and did not receive a notice of postponement of the elves' match, which means that the first day of the shooting competition will be held as usual.

It was pitch black outside, so I am afraid that the arrow was placed on the string and could not even see the target, let alone ensure the flight of the arrow.

"Atsk, tell them not to prepare, and they will rest in the room today."

Cyril shouted downstairs-the soldiers had the habit of getting up early, not to mention that there was such heavy rain, and those who could get up late were awakened by the sound of the rain.

Atsk, who was distributing his cloak, was stunned and raised his head and replied, "But the elves didn't say that the game was cancelled?"

"It's a personal competitive event, and it's useless if you ask them to follow me. Ivo, come with me, and others will be on standby."

Cyril called out Ivo, who left the Congye clan to them. The elf who had initially blocked Cyril and others in front of the Congye clan's Tree of Life, was convinced by Cyril after the magic plains. His wife was also a member of the tour team. It can be said that both the couple were rescued by Cyril.

The two of them were wearing cloaks, and the bean-sized raindrops made people feel scared. The sound of hitting their heads was like a small hammer constantly hitting the sky spirit cover, which made Cyril always suspect that someone shouted "Forty-forty-forty-forty" in his ears.

However, as soon as they left the courtyard, they saw a team of pegasus walking out of the courtyard belonging to the Eagle-Pu clan not far away. The pegasus dragged a seemingly light carriage behind them, and they were drowsy in the heavy rain and couldn't see clearly what was going on.

But just as Cyril and his two were about to walk forward, they saw Pegasus trot towards them with their carriage, and then the carriage stopped beside them. The door opened and shouts came from them:

"Come up quickly, I'll take you there."

The moment the two walked into the carriage, the manic raindrops suddenly became quiet. The carriage was much larger than what they seemed to think from the outside. The materials used were all expensive wood in the human kingdom, but here it was just a component of a carriage carriage.

"Space magic array, plus a silent magic array, two magic arrays alone are already expensive..." Cyril estimated the value of the carriage in his heart. When he looked up, he saw several elves dressed in maids sitting around Aris, and there were fruits and vegetables on the small table in front of him.

Looking at myself and Ivo again, they still looked wet after taking off their cloaks, and the gap immediately emerged.

"Where is Misha, why are you two?" Aris glanced at the two of them in a mess and snorted, "But the Qing Xinzi clan's poverty is the same. If Misha had not obtained the oracle and had the honor of becoming a natural priest, the Qing Xinzi clan would have been annexed long ago."

Cyril didn't say much and looked for a place to sit down. On the contrary, when Aris saw that he didn't respond, he said anxiously: "I didn't help you because you pointed out the tricks of the Osaint Emma people. If you want to walk to the competition venue on this heavy rainy day, you may have to walk all day. People from other clans have already set out, and you have to thank me."

He was arrogant and wanted to say something else, but suddenly heard a whisper from the half-elf boy: "Thank you."

"Thank you... Thank you?" Aris looked at Cyril in a bit incredible, then moved away his gaze after a moment, as if he was covering up something: "But to be honest, it's useless even if you go. Who, you are from the Congye clan, right? Your best shooters may not necessarily win the top three in this shooting competition, let alone others."

"Captain Memphira will not lose to others." Ivo said angrily.

"Ha, the three clans of the traditional Clary elves who participated in the Fengfu Festival this time, Bai Song, Qingye, and Shadow Vine, have been thriving in recent years. There are countless outstanding talents among the new generation of elves, and the most outstanding captain of the Congye clan is also inferior."

Cyril's pointed ears couldn't help but move. Such a clear analysis of the form of the Elf clan is not something you often hear.

"What about you, Ethvan Elf, are there any people who can show off?" Ivo couldn't help it and argued, "If I remember correctly, the Black Forest only swallowed up an Ethvan Elf clan a few years ago?"

"You!" Aris's expression changed and he slapped the table. Before he could speak, he heard Cyril slowly say, "Ivo, the celestial elves are booming, and the elves of Ashvan also have a lot of new blood. The Aris in front of him is a first-class Pegasus knight. In addition, there is also a young elves with outstanding strength near the Adelaide Sea. I heard that she learned the true meaning of magic from nature?"

What Cyrill said was the most outstanding young generation of future elves, known as the Golden Generation, three elves commanders: Aris, the "Walking Golden Yang" in front of him, Jenny, the "Natural Storm" by the Adelaide, and Gru, the "Phantom Walker" in the "Shadow Vine Clan" mentioned by Aris.

Aris's face slowly became gentle, and he sat down again, saying, "Jenny would be happy if she heard what you said."

However, Cyrilly ignored him and continued to educate Ivo: "Besides, is Miss Misha not outstanding? Do you dare to say that? Miss Misha is also an Ethvan Elf. And me, look at me, maybe my mother or father are Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan? Can you say I am not powerful?"

Aris' fist hidden under the table couldn't help but become hard, while Ivo looked cautious: "It's true, I was negligent."

Aris could not let go of his grudge against Cyril, and he was almost speechless all the way. He could only hear the sound of rain and the faint sound of the flapping horse wings in front of him. Not long after, the carriage trembled slightly, and then Aris stood up, and Cyril knew that the location of the first game had arrived.

He opened the car door and jumped out of the car first. He looked around and found that they were on a cliff with a very high terrain that could see the vast forest below.

But he immediately realized that the sound of rain was still not diminishing, but no drop of rain fell - so Cyril raised his head and found that he was under the huge canopy, with bright spots above his head, all of which were shiny plants wrapped around the branches of the trees.

Tree of Life.

"Welcome to the territory of the Eagle-Pu clan."

Aris' voice sounded behind him. Cyril turned around, but found that the latter smiled with a smug look on his face: "The venue for the first game is provided by our Eagle-Pu clan."

Cyril nodded slightly. He looked into the distance and saw several heroic elves standing on the cliff's tip, Irandal and Memphira were all here.

Behind them were a large number of elves watching - including members of the Eagle Pu clan, and members brought by the participating elves. When the carriage pulled by four flying horses landed, a large number of Eagle Pu clan members were already shouting, and when Aris appeared in their sight, there were even more cheers.

"Aris! Bring back three flowers for us!" Someone shouted loudly, and Aris turned around and responded, "What are the three flowers? Look at me bringing back five for you!"

"Brave, don't bring any of them back!"

Compared to Aris's very beloved appearance, Cyril seems much deserted. If the Congye clan members were here, perhaps he could still get some cheers, but Irandal obviously did not bring any extra tribe members to come.

However, when he glanced across the crowd, he unexpectedly found two or three figures wearing hooded figures. Although their bodies looked similar to elves, they could guess from their dodging actions that they were definitely Osaint Emma people.

Cyril did not take much attention to his back, and he quickly walked forward. The elf guards guarded by the cliff saw that they were getting off the carriage with Aris, so he did not stop him. But before Cyril could reach the top of the cliff, he saw a figure coming towards him, and a voice full of disgust sounded:

"Let me see, isn't this a little lord from a remote countryside? Who agrees that he came here?"

Hobber O'Connor - Cyrill was the only one who could think of taking the initiative to find fault. As a representative of the elves' firm allies, he was naturally qualified to stand in the forefront to watch the game.

And a voice followed by O'Connor's voice: "O'Connor, who are you talking about - what's going on with this half-elves? Which clan is from? Who allowed him to come in?"

Cyril looked behind Hobert, but saw a tall elf strode towards him, pointing at the guard beside the cliff:

"What's wrong with you? Why do you want to let such an inexplicable person come over? Drive him back!"

The two elves guards guarding the cliff hesitated for a moment and were about to step forward to block Cyril back, but Aris took a step forward and blocked Cyril's face and spoke:

"Slowly, Saxon, you are not qualified to mobilize the guards of our Eagle-Pu clan." He said, reaching out to signal the two guards to retreat: "You guys, stand your posts."

"As the organizer, I am certainly qualified to maintain order in the Mufeng Festival. Aris, I heard that you were beaten by Bai Song, and your legs are getting better quickly?"

The corners of the eyes of the elf, known as Saxon, twitched twice, and his face was a bit ferocious and intimidating.

Aris's face turned pale. He could only avoid talking about the pain points of Saxon's poking, and instead asked: "I want to know what this half-elf did, how did it destroy the order of the Mufeng Festival? Or did the Temple of Nature have made a resolution to expel him?"

"Ha, have you not heard from our firm allies that this half-elf is a lord of the human kingdom, and he is not qualified to participate in our elves' festival-"

"Saxon, I think he has the qualification." A low-sounding voice sounded and comfortable behind him.

"Yrandal, you?" Saxon turned his head and looked incredibly at the elder of the Congye clan who stood out to speak. "Heart of the Tree" Yirandal immediately narrowed his eyes: "It seems that our allies are right. Yirandal, you have indeed chosen a new allies. Are you looking for a way out for the loss of the Ellekin Jungle?"

Before he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly rose up - the vines wrapped around his body, and Irandal stood there with a faint smile on his face, watching the vines swelling his face, and a horrible sound from his mouth

"Yrandal, what are you doing? Why don't you let go of Saxon!"

Realizing that the elves behind finally turned around to stop them. And Elandal just glanced at the light, and the vines naturally dissipated and threw Saxon on the ground.

He looked at Saxon, who was gasping violently while covering his chest, and said coldly:

"You are not qualified to say these words, let your father come."

He then raised his head and glanced at Cyril: "What are you waiting for? Come here."

Cyril quickly let go of the hilt of the sword and followed - he was ready to take action, but he didn't expect that Elandal would help him resolve the crisis first.
Chapter completed!