Passing through the golden Triumph Stone Gate, the Frost Elves’ vision gradually beca clear.
They appeared on a vast plaza.
This is the Elf Forest, the coastal city of Milovia.
The place Frost Elves left a thousand years ago, and also the endpoint of their journey ho.
Fresh air greeted them, warm sunlight poured down on them.
They excitedly raised their heads, and in their vision was a vast blue sky and the golden sun hanging high above.
"The sky, I see the sky! Just like the ones described in books!"
"Mother Goddess above, is that golden orb the legendary sun?"
Their voices were filled with excitent.
Curiously observing the sky so different from the abyss, the elves closed their eyes in intoxication, deeply breathing in the pure and sweet air...
The pure and rich magic power, carrying the fragrance of nature, cleansed their souls.
As natural magical creatures, this is inherently the most suitable place for elves to live.
The gentle chirping of birds reached from afar, amidst elegant and grand white buildings, lush trees stood tall, fragrant flowers competed to bloom...
Early sumr is a season of burgeoning vitality, and also the season of flourishing in the Elf Forest.
Though each season in the Elf Forest has its beauty, for elves who inherently love nature, spring and sumr are absolutely their favorite tis.
Mischievous and adorable Elental Elves danced among the flowers, giggling as they chased beautiful butterflies; the brilliant sunlight penetrated the dense leaves, scattered golden light through the gaps, projecting patches of light and shadow on the ground...
This fairy-tale-like scenery gradually srized the Frost Elves.
Thinking about living in such a dreamlike world in the future, their expressions gradually beca invigorated, and that invigoration slowly turned into reverence...
The Frost Elves kneeled down one by one, kissing the earth, fervently shouting:
"Praise You! Great Goddess of Life, rciful Mother Nature, supre ruler of the Elves!"
"We... are back!"
With the praises of the elves, a faint light of faith blossod on them.
In the depths of consciousness, the Frost Elves seed to hear a soft tallic sound.
In the next mont, a surge of unfamiliar information flooded their minds, appearing in their mories...
"Divine Favor? Task system?"
Perceiving the unfamiliar information in their mories, the Frost Elves paused slightly.
They looked at each other, and saw a trace of confusion in each other’s eyes:
"Did you... feel anything?"
"I felt it... I... I seem to hear the voice of the Mother Goddess! And... it seems I also received Divine Favor from the Mother Goddess!"
"No, this doesn’t seem like Divine Favor, it’s more like a power bestowed upon us by the Mother Goddess!"
"Power? Could it be the Mother Goddess’ blessing for us?"
"Task system? Chosen One? Contribution points?"
"Hmm... what does blue level NPC an?"
Looking at the illusory and novel system fra and task bar appearing in their vision, their eyes were filled with curiosity.
The illusory scene seed to appear and disappear according to their will, and it seed it could change into various types of information...
But the next mont, they were quickly drawn by the noisy sounds and unfamiliar aura rushing towards the plaza.
The elves raised their heads and saw many tall figures.
They were dressed as if each were a dazzling magic lamp, with various hair colors and unique appearances.
Tribes from the Moonlight Tribe, various Elf Tribes, and even dear Frost Clan mbers, there were quite a few!
They bounced between the buildings, walking along the eaves, agile more like monkeys than elves...
They gathered more and more in front of the plaza buildings, onto the streets, jumping around...
Like... a swarm of gathered grasshoppers.
Seeing their strange walking posture and bouncing steps, the Frost Elves froze slightly:
"So... are these the popular walking styles on the material plane?"
They beca uneasy, and their intended steps off the plaza involuntarily paused.
The elves understood the principle of adapting to local customs.
Looking at these unfamiliar tribe mbers, they... they feared their walking manner was inappropriate.
It’s a bit absurd, but indeed so.
Thousands of years of abyssal life, generation after generation of pollution and distortion, combined with increasingly severe inheritance gaps over ti, naturally instilled a sense of inferiority in the Frost Elves when facing mbers of the material plane...
Even though the pollution on them has been cleansed by the Mother Goddess, and even though they received enthusiastic help from material plane tribe mbers during the reception, at this mont seeing these unfamiliar tribe mbers, Frost Elves couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
Especially knowing that the Elf Clan is essentially a long-lived species, and although many of them look older, due to the abyssal power catalysis, their actual age might be much younger than these colorful tribe mbers...
Therefore, at this mont, seeing tribe mbers, they couldn’t help but beco solemn.
The Elf Clan is inherently a race that respects elders greatly.
Facing tribe mbers who are likely several tis or even ten tis older than them, they naturally felt a bit reserved.
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