Numerous Dark Elves, bathed in divine grace, stepped onto the streets, standing dumbfounded as the snow-like star dust fell on them bit by bit. The glowing starlight silently seeped into each Dark Elf’s body, turning from bright to dark, subtly leaving no trace.
Vieri and Fat Luo were both stunned, they looked up, spinning around to observe all the Drow Elves within their line of sight. After the starlight had penetrated their skin, each Dark Elf’s skin, which was originally as smooth as black satin, subtly started to radiate a shining light from within. This light turned from blue to silver, like the gentlest moonlight pouring onto every inch of the Drow, and after several expansions and contractions, it finally stabilized.
The distinctive black skin of the Dark Elves was no more. Their skin had completely turned into a light purple, on top of which flowed a layer of mercury-like sheen. It was as if time had frozen them forever under the starry sky and moonlight. Each Dark Elf’s pupils shone with a small light, and their pointed ears gradually extended outwards, like a young sprout thriving in spring rain. Their pointed ears, which were originally level with their temples, gradually extended back, like a pair of long wings.
"Emperor Polo, these ears don’t look like Elves, they look more like the rabbit-headed Pouliboai tribe of the Beamon," Vieri muttered thoughtlessly.
"Obischillaci! This hair looks like a beggar who has burrowed into a grass nest," Fat Luo laughed, pointing at the black-purple hair of an Elf priest next to him. Now, each end of every Dark Elf’s hair had turned into tendrils, completely natural in formation, and dripping with lushness.
A Dark Elf incredulously looked at his own hands and body, with joyous disbelief, inspecting himself up and down. With a prayer of devotion, a ripple, unclear but truly present, spread out from him. This Dark Elf vanished completely, leaving only a pancake-like shadow on the ground under the sunlight, one could say he completely disappeared from everyone’s sight.
"Shadow Step." Prince Moore Benitez cursed ungraciously: "Damn! They’re really turning into Night Elves." Follow current novels on N()velFire.net
From the looks on the faces of the Blood Elf Knights nearby, Moore seemed to both hope that these Dark Elves could successfully transform into Night Elves, but also seemed somewhat unwilling. The irreconcilable contradiction made their handsome faces twist.
The Dark Elves were immersed in the joy of transforming into Night Elves, and more and more people were experimenting with their new abilities. Compared to the loss of the "Deep Dark" talent, they didn’t seem to be able to skillfully use the new unique abilities just yet.
The joy of the Drow and Moore’s desolation turned Mosoburada City into a painting of life, a portrayal of joy and sorrow, revealing the world’s vicissitudes.
Covered in a purple cloak that he scavenged from somewhere, Liu Zhenhan quietly appeared at the temple’s entrance. His eyes were bright, and right behind him, Small Giant Iverson followed his steps faithfully. As expected of a Difeng Giant with incredible strength, on Iverson’s shoulder, a huge cocoon-like object was casually hoisted. This snow-white cocoon was more than two meters high, almost twice as large as his size.
"What happened? What happened? Was the ceremony successful?" Prince Moore said, full of surprise and disbelief. He spread his arms to greet Liu Zhenhan, but before he could take two steps, he nearly tripped.
His pants fell down in a fluff, creating a stumbling block for the prince.
"Damn! Who stole my belt!" Prince Moore could no longer suppress his anger, and he let out a furious roar at the surrounding Drow Elves. In the earlier brawl with the crowd pushing against each other, the belt must have been taken off.
"Prince Benitez! Watch your manners!" Lady You Yue’er, accompanied by the other seven Drow ladies, also appeared at the temple’s entrance.
"Watch my manners, my ass! May the light shine on your heads!" The prince, losing his temper, completely lost his composure. He didn’t even bother to pull up his pants and angrily shook his finger at the ladies, cursing them: "All of you Elves are thieves! Professional ones at that! All planned and in unison... ahem... and even stole my storage belt!"
"You..." The ladies glanced at the celebratory Drow Elves in the streets who were cheering due to their transformation into Night Elves, they suppressed their anger and said, "Please calm down, my Prince! If you lost something, it can always be found."
"Elves are of a cold-blooded typology, how do you expect me to calm down further? Damn, I am almost like a volcano now!" Prince Benitez waved his fists and roared: "Do you know what was in my storage belt? Those were the treasures of our Raphael family, including the carrier. I..."
"City lockdown, Mafa!" Hearing the Blood Elf Prince’s words, Lady You Yue’er’s complexion changed slightly and she immediately ordered the Elf priest next to her.
The other ladies started whispering to each other, pointing at Prince Benitez with a series of gestures. The efficiency of the Drow was high; the Two-Headed Chimera in the sky immediately started its patrol. In no time, the sound of the drawbridge being pulled up could be heard from the city gate, and the whole Mosoburada City was in a state of chaos.
"Your Highness, precious things should not be carried about. Didn’t your housekeeper remind you of that?" Lady You Yue’er looked at Prince Benitez with a mix of reproof and worry.
Hearing this, the Prince could hardly breathe.
Vieri and Fat Luo greeted their boss, and Liu Zhenhan nodded at them. Guoguo rode the parrot, shouting happily all the way into Liu’s arms, making faces and waving a little paw in front of Liu Zhenhan’s eyes. The glossy emerald-colored Space Ring reflected one bright flash after another.
"Please forgive me, I am really too tired, please allow me to retire temporarily, and rest at the inn," Liu Zhenhan, holding Guoguo and the parrot, nodded at the ladies and the prince: "Congratulations, my Prince. Apparently, this is your lucky year."
The prince only then remembered to hurriedly pull up his pants.
"Watcher, we haven’t had the chance to thank you yet," One of the ladies grabbed Liu Zhenhan’s Mithril arm.
"The ceremony is the ceremony." Lao Liu remembered the main agenda and instantly withdrew his smile.
"Who does he think he is?" The lady who just spoke looked angrily at Liu Zhenhan’s retreating figure.
"He is a Beamon who cannot be provoked by either you or me." Lady You Yue’er cast a glance at the lady.
I have to go to Nanjing tomorrow to attend a writer’s gathering. I will be back on the 21st. The update for the 20th will be written in advance and given to the editor to update. I might not come back in time on the 21st, so I am informing you in advance.