Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 450 High Priest Seramanda
Although the fourth ring competition has not yet started, it is already a certainty who will own the Mufeng flower crown - no one would have thought that the little Qingxinzi clan could win 20 Mufeng flowers by an absolute advantage. Handing over the rewards of the last ring competition, the flower crown will definitely fall on the head of the elf lady of the weakened tribe.

Apart from the arrested White Pine Clan and its accomplices, it is estimated that the most uncomfortable is the Qing Pine Clan and its ally, Hobart O'Connor from Amasir, who are the organizers.

Being counterattacked by a small clan undoubtedly shamed the big clan. Although the Congye, Yingpu, Haitao and other clans were also embarrassed, they stood by the small clan in time.They can even proudly say that the Qingxinzi clan took the credit for winning this flower crown.

Hobart O'Connor was even more annoyed that he was robbed of all the limelight by a bumpkin popping up from the north of the territory.They are also allies of the elves, but the performance of the two sides is completely different-doesn't this make them Amarthir's natural guard army very useless?

In this way, Cyril doesn't have to worry about the elves pushing the boat along the way and letting him win the last ring without bloodshed—in any case, the Qingsong clan will definitely come out to stand in the way.

However, the troubles of the Deep Forest Council were resolved faster than they had imagined. It took only two more days for the elders of the Deep Forest Council to return to Valley City, and the final round of the competition began.

The venue for the competition was set in the central square of Valley City, and the residents living on the Tree of Life could see the competition below from all angles.Layers of barriers ensured that the aftermath of the battle would not damage the surroundings of the city—but according to past experience, the elves participating in the competition were all below the professional level, so where did the aftermath of the battle come from?
Cyril leisurely followed the guards of the Temple of Nature and walked into the central square. He looked up and soon saw the tree trunk full of his subordinates. Miss Misha grabbed it.

And the tree trunks where the other clans are located can also be seen, but most of them seem to have little interest, after all, the Mufeng Corolla has nothing to do with them anymore.

He turned his gaze to the other side of the square, and most of the elves who walked in from the direction of the Clary elves looked relaxed.The three heroes of the golden age will no longer be their hindrance, and the only remaining opponent is——

The Saxon of the Pine Clan, the elf who was the first to draw a bow in the bow competition.

Cyril found the direction of the Qingsong clan, but saw a man in robes behind Saxon.He was taken aback for a moment - isn't that the mage of the Green Tower, Lewis Zimmerman?Although the O'Connor family and the Qingsong clan are allies, this competition is restricted to elves only.

He was wondering why, but felt that there seemed to be countless eyes on him from the top of his head.Cyril raised his head, and what he met was the gaze of the proud elf on the platform extending from the main tree.

The Heart of the Tree, Elandar, and the same imposing gazes beside him.

That is the seat of the elders of the Deep Forest Council.

He also wondered if Yilandar would vomit blood because he, a half-elf, was making a big splash in the Wind Festival, but saw Yilandar watching him, with a smile on his usually cold face.How did Cyril know that he helped Yilandar deal a heavy blow to the people of St. Emma?My heart trembled inexplicably, thinking that Ellandar had a wonderful idea about himself.

However, the Temple of Nature didn't give him many chances, and the elf style didn't have so many complicated contents.Cyril only saw an elf wearing a dark green silver-patterned robe slowly walking towards the center of the field, and the surroundings were suddenly silent.

The elves above the head stood up one after another, bowing to the elves in the center of the field.

That was the great priest of the Temple of Nature, Seramanda——Cyril recognized him, and it was said that he already had a lifespan of 1000 years, even for a long-lived species like an elf, this was a very exaggerated age.

When he assisted the Temple of Nature to investigate the Baisong clan before, he heard from the priests of the Temple of Nature that the chief priest was unwell and was afraid that he would miss the Wind-Wind Festival this time. Who would have thought that he would come here anyway.

He also bowed and saluted, but when he raised his eyes, he found that Selamanda's eyes were falling on him, and he seemed to be smiling at him.But only for a brief moment, Seramanda turned her head away, and then raised the pale silver staff in her hand:
"Nora above."

His voice was a little hoarse, and there was a little phlegm when he spoke, but his tone was unusually relaxed:

"This is an unusual Wind Festival, but I think Lord Nora should be satisfied with the performance of most of us."

"I am very lucky to meet a young elf who can trigger such a large-scale natural resonance and tree of life resonance in my lifetime. His resonance tone makes me seem to hear the great Nora's breathing."

Cyril blushed—these words were clearly describing his actions.But Selamanda spoke unhurriedly, and the seemingly advocating words convinced all the elves deeply. No one questioned them, and just listened quietly to the old elf's exposition.

"I can feel that the world is changing. The breathing of the tree of life is getting faster and faster. They seem to feel deeply disturbed. This should be a signal. Maybe, I mean maybe, there are still a hundred years left, Or in just a few decades, or even a few years, the land we live in will undergo earth-shaking changes."

Cyril's heart trembled. It might sound like nonsense to others, but he knew it was true—after more than ten years, revived civilizations will frequently appear in every corner of the world. This is undoubtedly an earth-shaking phenomenon. Variety.

This is the prophecy made by the high priest:

His voice suddenly became high-pitched, and the long silver staff in his hand was raised high:

"People of the great Nora, you inherit the glory of your ancestors. I hope you will always be fearless and full of confidence in the future. Come and bask in the glory of the tree of life!"

On the scepter held high in his palm, a bright light suddenly lit up.

Like a ray of light that goes straight to the sky, the light on the scepter soars into the sky, and the moment it reaches the tree of life, the turquoise light begins to spread on the tree of life.

The leaves vibrate violently, and the brisk wind swims in them. Every time there is a tremor, a fresh breath gushes out from it.In just a few breaths of work, the green light lit up the entire tree of life, turning it into a shining umbrella.

Cyril couldn't be more familiar with this scene.

This is the resonance of the tree of life.

(End of this chapter)