The fifth day of June is coming soon. The elf kingdom is decorated with lights and festoons. Everyone bathes and changes their clothes early, and prepares to go to the holy land of elves to receive the blessing and baptism of the gods and elves.
The elves are born with the power of the elves, but that is only a very weak power. Every time the holy land of the elves opens, people hope to get more powerful elves. Therefore, the entire elves city is full of people on this day, and it is extremely lively.
At this time, in the Elven Palace, King Chen, who had been injured and comatose for several days, finally woke up.
During the days when he was in a coma, everyone in the Elf Palace was extremely busy. The Elf Queen was on guard every day, and her whole body was quite haggard.
Dust King was still very weak when he woke up, and when he came back to his senses and found that all the spiritual power in his body had disappeared, he panicked. "Mother, what's wrong with me?"
The elf queen sighed and said: "There are too few elf healers and elf pharmacists who are really useful in the elf kingdom. The queen mother has no choice but to invite the elder Wu Ling..."
Dust King was silent, his face was gloomy, and he was full of resentment towards his mother.
Without spiritual power, isn't he just a waste
He inadvertently remembered the past...
Once upon a time, the Elven Kingdom also had a large number of healers and pharmacists. However, the relationship between my mother and the former Elf Queen was hostile. Fusang Yuren's mother valued the Elder Holy Spirit in the Holy Spirit Garden, but my mother valued the Elder Wu Ling who was good at dark witchcraft. After several battles, almost those high-level healers and pharmacists have been executed or exiled...
In the past, he also thought that Elder Wu Ling was powerful and could settle anything. It wasn't until he gradually realized that his spiritual power would always stay at the same level, and even regressed because of the exchange of Wu Ling, while others were gradually becoming stronger, he realized that he was wrong.
He knew that his father and king also regretted the assassination of the first elf queen and the restriction of the freedom of Fusangyu people after exile, so he pinned his hopes on the legend of the elves, the birth of a healing goddess...
"Chen'er, don't worry, the queen mother has already thought of a new way. After the opening of the elf holy land tomorrow, you take Fusang Yuren's token to go to the elder Holy Spirit. He will look at the face of the elf queen and restore your broken elf dantian for you."
Dust King looked at his mother with a gloomy expression, "Have you found Fusang Yuren?"
Although the elf queen didn't want to admit it, she still nodded, "I promise that he can leave Garden Town and the elf kingdom freely, give him freedom, and he will lock his mother's wish to you."
Fusang Yuchen stopped talking, but seeing his mother's expression was no longer as respectful and gentle as before.
Seeing that her son had stopped talking, the elf queen hurriedly said, "The little girl you like is still in the palace. I'll ask her to accompany you to the elf holy land tomorrow."
Dust King's face looked better now, and he nodded, preparing to go to the Elf Holy Land tomorrow.
On the other side, Xue Ruopian and Shen Wushuang had already entered the secret passage of the Holy Land of the Elf first. They both held a holy emblem of the Elf in their hands, and they were a little excited.
On the other side of the secret passage, there are enthusiastic citizens of the Elf Kingdom. Everyone is scrambling to get on the sacred bridge leading to the Holy Land of the Elf. However, every few steps, someone falls from the bridge and loses the qualification to enter the Holy Land of the Elf.
Ming Wuyan stood alone on the tower of the palace and watched this scene, feeling both surprised and curious.