An elder couldn't help but remind: "Clan leader, do you only inform the goddess of light? According to the rules, the new elves born in the elves must be present at the same time, and the new elves will make their own choices."

When he heard this, the other elf elders couldn't help but show a subtle expression.

The new elves are blessed by the goddess of light or the goddess of darkness and become messengers between gods and humans.

God has the right to choose the elves, and the elves also have the right to God.

Since its birth, the elves have been recorded in the book, and the newly born elves Bethel, there are a total of 96 elves.

But, there has never been a single elf who has chosen the Goddess of Darkness.

Over time, the dark goddess Lord Frances stopped coming every hundred years when the new elves were born.

Later, the patriarch who was in charge of the elf clan no longer informed the Dark Goddess.

The elf elder mentioned that person at this time, and even the patriarch couldn't help but be stunned: "This..."

He turned his head and watched the primordial sacred flower sit in the middle of his knees. Bing Yin's long hair was against her white and tender cheeks, and she slightly drooped her slender and thick eyelashes. The elf who was wondering what she was thinking about had a look of entanglement appeared on her face.

If Bethel hadn't been born with a dark red eye, I'm afraid the elders of the elves wouldn't have thought of that adult.

Because Bethel's dark red eyes looked evil and unknown, just like the legendary dark goddess Lord Frances...

The elf leader sighed and said, "At the same time, send a message to the Goddess of Darkness."

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"The messenger of the elves?"

An ice silver butterfly, which was as thin as a cicada and as transparent as a wing, flew around Fenghua's body for several times, attracting her attention.

Then, the ice silver butterfly lingered a few times, and a line of words appeared in the void.

"The new elves of the elves were born in the century. Please ask the goddess of darkness Frances to go there."

Fenghua smiled, waved her sleeves, and the ice silver butterfly flew away: "Ha."

According to the memory of the original owner Frances, the elves seem to have not invited her on the day when the elves are reborn for thousands of years.

This time it's...

It's so strange.

She looked at the sky, the sun was hanging high above the sky, and the light was dazzling.

In the forest, the crystal dewdrops on the flowers, plants and trees were evaporated, and the little rabbit with snow-white fur was eating the grass lazily.

It is as beautiful as a fairy tale world.

However, for Fenghua, it is not too wonderful.

Frances is the goddess of darkness. When the sun comes out during the day, the weakest power. In addition, there are not many humans who believe in the goddess of darkness. She was already so weak that she had to fall into a deep sleep. She was forced to be awakened by the time travel of Fenghua. Not to mention using the power of the gods, it was even a problem to rush to the road.

Stephanie, the goddess of light, undoubtedly arrived at the Elves before her.

"Oh, respected Goddess of Light, Lord Stephanie, long time no see!" The elf patriarch fell on his shoulder with one hand and bowed slightly to Stephanie, who was wearing an ivory white palace dress, with respect and piety in her expression.

Stephanie smiled like a bright light, "Carlosius, you don't have to be so polite. The new elves are there, take me to see."
Chapter completed!