An elder couldn't help but remind, "Patriarch, do you only notify the Goddess of Light?" According to the rules, the new elves born from the elf clan must be present at the same time with two goddesses, and the new elves will choose for themselves. ”

Upon hearing this, the rest of the elven elders couldn't help but show a subtle expression.

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

God has the right to choose the jinn, and the jinn has the right to God.

From the birth of the elf clan to the present, there are a total of ninety-six elves recorded in the book plus the newborn elf Bethel.

However, there has never been an elf who has chosen the Goddess of Darkness.

Over time, the dark goddess, Lord Frances, stopped coming every hundred years when a new spirit was born.

Later, the patriarch in charge of the elven clan stopped informing the Dark Goddess.

When this elven elder mentioned that at this time, even the patriarch couldn't help but be stunned: "This ......"

He turned his head and looked at the little elf sitting on his knees in the center of the Pregnant Birth Divine Flower, with long ice silver hair against his white cheeks, and his long and thick eyelashes hanging slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking, with a tangled look on his face.

If it weren't for the fact that Bethel was born with a dark red eye, I'm afraid the elven elders wouldn't have remembered that adult.

Because Bethel's dark red eyes look evil and ominous, just like the legendary goddess of darkness, Frances...... Same.

The elven patriarch sighed and said, "Please also send a message to the Dark Goddess." ”

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"Elven messengers?"

An ice-silver butterfly, fanning its transparent wings as thin as cicada wings, flew around Fenghua's body a few times, attracting her attention.

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

"The newborn elves of the elven race for a hundred years are born, please go to the goddess of darkness, Frances."

Fenghua smiled, waved his sleeves, and the ice silver butterfly flew away: "Heh." ”

According to the memory of the original owner, Frances, it seems that the elves have not invited her on the day of the elves' birth for thousands of years.

This time it's ......

It's strange.

She looked at the sky, and the sun hung high in the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

In the forest, the crystal dew on the flowers and trees is evaporated, and the little rabbits with snow-white fur are lazily eating grass.

It's like a fairy tale.

However, for Fenghua, it is not too wonderful.

Frances is the goddess of darkness, and her strength is weakest when the sun comes out during the day, plus there are not many humans who believe in the goddess of darkness, she is already so weak that she has to fall into a deep sleep, and she is forcibly awakened by the passage of Fenghua, not to mention using the power of the gods, even rushing is a problem.

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

"Oh, esteemed lady Stephanie, the goddess of light, long time no see!" The elven patriarch landed one hand on his shoulder and bowed slightly to Stephanie, who was wearing an ivory white court dress, with respect and piety in her expression.

Stephanie smiled brightly, "Carlosus, you don't have to be so polite, what about the newborn elf, take me to see it." ”

"You, please come with me." Patriarch Carlosus was uneasy at the thought of those strange and evil dark red eyes, but he finally turned around and led Stephanie, the goddess of light, to the sacred altar of the elves.