Priest Oranka walked off the stage, walked straight to a separate room that Joshua had arranged for them, and sat down, then poured himself a glass of plain boiled water and took a swig.
This priestess had never drank water in such a heroic manner in her life, but now Priest Oranka's heart was so complicated that just drinking plain water couldn't make up for it.
Maybe she should try human alcohol
"Head Priest Oranka, how do you feel?"
"I heard the human applause for you."
"Humans also like the poems of elves? Will you be as famous as the frost elf in the future, High Priest Oranka?"
The four elf priests resting in the room gathered around. Priest Oranka looked at the curious expressions on the faces of these young elves, and opened his mouth for a while, but he didn't know how to answer.
They were one of the youngest of the elf priests who came to Nolan, and one of the elf black wood elf was Luvita.
These four black wood elves have been priests of the holy tree for less than a hundred years, and their age is just in the "girl stage" of the elves in the marriage.
Therefore, in the face of everything about Nolan, they simply cannot maintain a calm heart like the elderly.
"We are the priests chosen by the holy tree."
Priest Oranka calmed down his inner emotions, and then spoke in a serious tone to the black wood elves who were in a state of inexplicable excitement.
These young elves have been influenced by all kinds of things in the human world, such as movies, or the beautiful clothes in the human world.
Oranka priests don't know if this is good or bad, but now they have to live in Nolan now...
"Sisters, we stand on the stage not for fame, but to collect more nourishment for the sacred tree." Priest Oranka paused after speaking here and then continued, "Once we have collected enough nourishment, we will I will return to the forest to meet the tribe again, so I won't stay in this city for too long."
When the three young black wood elves heard the word "reunion", a flash of yearning flashed in their eyes.
For elves, no matter how comfortable it is to live here, no matter how interesting the things created by humans and that demon, it is still a foreign land.
"But didn't that Son of Chaos ever say... If you want to give more nourishment to the Holy Tree, you must become... oh... what is it?"
"Idol." Luvita reminded her friend from the side.
"Yeah, that's right! Idols... I heard the girl of the forest is the kind of person who is very popular with a large group of humans. The girl of the forest seems to be this kind of person."
Having said that, the four black wood elf priests looked curiously at Oranka again.
"Have you become an idol through this performance, Priest Oranka?"
Priest Oranka was stunned for a while when she was asked this question, and she suddenly remembered the number of votes she finally got... 7,324 votes.
This means that more than 7,000 viewers are immersed in her singing, or simply love her appearance.
This was already a huge number for the Black Wood Elves, whose population was only about 10,000 in their heyday.
"It's still a long way off." Priest Oranka shook his head, "When I chanted the elf psalm, I did feel a little power of faith pouring into my body, but compared to the one gathered by the daughter of the forest. The power of faith is still too weak."
"But High Priest Oranka, I saw a human being showing love to you in the caster forum." A young elf priest suddenly said.
"Really? Where?"
This topic instantly aroused the enthusiasm of the other two black wood elves. They opened the caster forum and found the above posts discussing the priests of Oranka.
A tree branch suddenly appeared in Priest Oranka's hand, and she tapped the three elf girls who were immersed in "gossip" with the branch.
"Don't let these remarks affect your judgment." Priest Oranka continued to educate them in a stern tone.
The three black wood elves covered their foreheads with aggrieved expressions, while Luvita, the only one who survived, continued to browse the posts on the caster forum.
"The High Priest of Oranka... There are a lot of posts up there talking about the girl named Leah."
It was only at this moment that Luvita noticed that even the world's singer division, one or two were talking about the performance of the Oranka priest just now.
But most of the content in the forum is talking about the name "Leah".
"I heard the human daughter sing while preparing behind the scenes, and her singing was... terrifying."
The priests of Oranka came to the same conclusion as Caroline.
"I can't imagine that it was singing by a little human girl."
"Twenty-seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one."
Luvita found the number of votes on the caster forum about the singing of the little girl in Leia. Looking at this terrifying number, Luvita suddenly understood the reason why Priest Oranka had been in a low mood from the beginning. .
The Chaos Demon held this World Singer Competition in the hope that they could use this competition to finally win the championship and be recognized by the people of Nolan.
The elves have an advantage in racial talent in singing, and the elf poems sung by the priests of Oranka can be said to be the best among the black wood elves.
But in this competition, he was easily surpassed by a little girl.
"Children of Chaos once said that if you want to collect more nutrients for the holy tree for a long time, you must win this game. The audience will only remember the last winner." The camp on the forum, looking at the number of followers of the camp's nearly 70,000 people.
This is the appeal of the horror of the Flower of Farosi.
Among their nine elf priests, even if there is a singer who can be remembered by the people of Nolan... and worshipped, the growth of the sacred tree can be further advanced.
But Priest Oranka has failed, and although there are still posts talking about Priest Oranka in the caster forums, it won't be long before... she will be forgotten by the people of Nolan.
"Am I next?"
Luvita looked at the number plate in her hand, it was the one hundred and seventy-second, and it would be her turn to play soon.
The priests of Oranka seem to have gone astray on the path of the idol, and if she fails again, they will miss the opportunity to make the sacred tree grow faster.
"Chief Priest of Oranka... I will do my best."
Luvita now only feels that the important task of "racial revival" has fallen on her shoulders. For the prosperity of the Black Wood Elves, she must show a beautiful performance on the stage!