Elves were conceived from heaven and earth, so they are very rare.

Every elf is the most precious existence of the elf family.

Every hundred years, an elf is born, cared for by the elven elders, waiting for the gods to descend.

Then, it is up to the elves themselves to choose whether to follow Stephanie, the goddess of light, or Frances, the goddess of darkness, and become angels or fallen angels......

Today happens to be the day of the birth of the centennial elves.

On the white sacred altar, a flower intertwined with ice blue and ice silver, under the unblinking nervous gaze of the elven clan elders in white robes, the petals slowly bloomed one by one.

Something that seemed to be the size of a baby could be seen inside, and there was a faint halo on it.

Finally, the flowers are in full bloom.

A new spirit has been born into the world.

"Born."

"Born."

"God willing, the ninety-sixth member of our elven clan has come to the world."

The elven elders were excited and prayed in strange and sacred rituals to bless their new members and add blessings to the elders.

After the prayer is over, the blessing is down.

The divine white light that surrounded the small body of the newborn elf slowly dissipated......

The elf lay quietly in the elf race's pregnant god flower, the long ice silver hair was against the white and tender cheeks, and the wings growing from the back were as thin as cicada wings as if they were transparent......

Well-behaved, soft and cute, it makes people's hearts melt.

Even the most vicious bad guys in this world may not be able to poison this elf.

The elven elders looked at the newborn elves who were still asleep, and showed an aunt smile, and their eyes were full of soft and loving light.

One of the elders suddenly remembered a question: "It doesn't have a name yet." ”

Elves can only tell whether they are male or female when they are adults and choose their gender according to their own wishes. So here it is.

"Yes, our cute little elf doesn't have a name yet."

"Patriarch, please ask God to give us a beautiful name for our elves."

Only when a name is given can it be considered a real new life, and then the elves will open their eyes......

The elven clan elders couldn't wait, and kept urging.

The elven patriarch slowly stretched out his hand and stroked his white beard, and said, "Don't worry, I'll ask God to give our little elves a name." ”

"Okay."

"Patriarch, hurry up."

Under the rubbing of the elven elven elders, the elven patriarch wrapped a strange-looking cane around the green leaves in his hand and smashed it to the ground.

After reciting a strange and mysterious incantation, the elven patriarch picked up his crutch and threw it into the air!

I saw a line of pale golden text appear in the void, crooked, virtual and real.

In a moment, the pale golden text dissipated, but the patriarch and elders had carved the words deeply into their minds.

The patriarch of the elf clan put away his crutches, looked at the sleeping newborn elf on the pregnant god flower, and announced in a gentle voice:

"The ninety-sixth elf of our elven clan, named Bethel."

The voice fell.

The ice-silver long-haired well-behaved and soft elf, with long and beautiful eyelashes trembling, swept a streamer in the sun, and slowly opened ......

A pair of heterochromatic eyes were revealed.