Chapter 57 Elf Temple  (2)

Yang Dashuan also looked into the temple.

The first thing that caught my eye was Liu Xiangzhuglin. This guy was talking with a usual smile, which made Leren so much that he tilted back and forth. Next to Leren there was a tree elf. The branches extending from his arms almost covered most of his body. His two tempting breasts seemed to fall off at any time as he walked.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to fight in front of the temple?" the petite tree elf shouted sternly. "Who drove the ancient tree of war just now? Don't you know how much casualties the ancient tree of war will cause?"

"Rogg, are you okay?" Leren ran over in a hurry.

Yang Dashuan shook his head, put the elf who was squeezed in front of him, and took advantage of the situation and kicked the guy. "Let yours scold me just now!"

"You are causing trouble again!" Xiang Shuai waved his hands to the elf warriors who wanted to explain, and squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Dashuan.

Yang Dashuan didn't look at this guy, but instead stopped his eyes on the tree elf and grinned at her. Although the general tree elf looked like a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old in her life, there was a mature charm that was still charming on her. In addition, when she appeared just now, she did not simply speak for one party, but was in a fair attitude.

This made Yang Dashuan instantly feel good about her.

"This is my mentor, Lord Posaya Yibai, the tree elf." Leren did not forget to pinch Yang Dashuan and reminded in a low voice.

"So it's the master's wife!" Yang Dashuan hurriedly saluted.

Posaya covered her mouth and laughed happily. "I thank you here for saving my apprentice."

Yang Dashuan threw a look at Leren asking about what was going on. Leren pursed his mouth and showed no chance, while Alice showed an expression that she had known this before.

"It's true, because what Leren said is of great importance, we cannot make a judgment easily. Leren suggests that you can make a proof, so the elder asks to summon you." Posaya explained. "Come with me, cute boy."

Alice looked at Yang Dashuan who followed Leren into the temple, and cursed angrily. "Vox spirit!"

In the corridor of the temple, a huge cylinder will be supported by every dozen steps. A total of twelve huge stone pillars support the main structure of the temple. There are huge Hengfans in the middle and hanging in the stone pillars. The top of Hengfan is embroidered with various lifelike monsters, including Rhine, dragons, Chimera with goat heads, fire phoenixes with red flames all over the body, and white tigers lying on their faces... Swaying in the constant wind through the hall, these monsters on Hengfans seem to be about to drill out from inside at any time.

There is also a beautiful elf girl embroidered on the background with a light blue horizontal line.

The unicorn lowered his head gentlely behind the girl, as if he was inviting the girl to ride on it.

This look of the singularity made Yang Dashuan look at it because the girl was not wearing any clothes.

"That is Tyrande Adora, the only moon priest in the entire elf empire, and an absolutely pure girl with a white tiger." Xiang Shuai noticed Yang Dashuan's gaze and explained. "Many of the slings here are written by human masters, and they are no different from the prototype!"

Yang Dashuan looked like he suddenly realized. He noticed that there was a red birthmark on the inside of Tyrande's thigh, and he immediately laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Leren asked in confusion.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about which race the elves at the temple gate belong to. I don't remember which elves from any race have blue pupils, not green ones." Yang Dashuan coughed twice, and immediately returned to his face as if he was sitting upright.

"They are half-elves. In fact, there are a large number of beast elves on the outside of Silver Moon City. Those are pitiful children born to women who were captured by behemoths or humans. Due to the complexity of bloodline, they not only have the appearance of elfs but also the characteristics of behemoths. The blue pupils, those children are committed by the Wolf Wolf clan!" Posaya sighed.

Yang Dashuan nodded, then secretly glanced at Xiang Shuai who was talking to Leren. He slapped his mouth and turned out that this guy was still a pure-blooded grassland elf.

The main hall of the temple seemed very empty. A red carpet was spread from the corridor to the giant chair seat in the west. In the huge palace, except for the twelve bronze lamps placed in the four corners, there was no other decoration.

An elf sat on the stone chair.

A Tago tiger with black and white patterns was lying at her feet, yawning lazily. Seeing Yang Dashuan walking towards her big strode, the word "Wang" on her forehead couldn't help but become more obvious.

"Mr. Tyrande, this is the human I mentioned. He rescued me from the evil robbers." Leren stepped forward and gave a chest caress and said respectfully. Leren, who was careful, did not forget to pull Yang Dashuan and signaled him to salute him.

"Are you a dragon knight?" Tyrand looked at Yang Dashuan carefully and asked in confusion.

Tyrande's voice like fairy music brought Yang Dashuan's eyes back to reality from the magnificent temple, and at the same time made all the priests in the silent hall lose their majestic appearance. Even the gentle Xiangshuan's eyes flashed with an undetectable surprise, and then quickly recovered.

Yang Dashuan was surprised to find that the elf girl who was talking to him was the one who had been on Hengban before.

She was wearing a long skirt with a green slit, and her fair and tender thighs were faintly visible when the corners of the skirt swung. "I wonder if that birthmark is true?" Yang Dashuan remembered that there was an irregular birthmark on the inner side of the elf's thigh, and he immediately became imaginative.

Looking at the whispering priests around him who had turned the entire temple into a noisy scene like a vegetable market, Tyrande's face couldn't help but be covered with frost. "People, please be aware. You are elegant elves, not philosophical Fox. Don't blind your eyes by your false appearance!"

"The elves, like Bemon, can summon monsters as their companions." Tyrande walked to Yang Dashuan with two thighs like onion cores. "It is my companion. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Tyrande Adora, the elder of Silver Moon City, and the priestess of White Tago Moon."

"Obilaschi! Hairless White Tago!"

Yang Dashuan felt a little whispered. This sentence is used to describe a woman with no hair... commonly known as the White Tiger. I didn't see it from the Hengban before. Yang Dashuan thought that the painter had specially beautified that part, but he didn't expect that there was really no hair.

"Sir, don't be stunned!" Leren looked at Yang Dashuan, who kept giggling, secretly pinched him, which made Yang Dashuan come to his senses.

"I'm not a Dragon Knight." As soon as he said that, Yang Dashuan regretted it again.

"But you have the purest dragon breath on your body!" Tyrand frowned without any image. "Did I realize it was wrong?"

Yang Dashuan felt a little whine in his heart, the Frost Dragon is also considered?

Xiang Shuai walked to Tyrande with elegant steps, and saw Lao Yang looking at him and smiled slightly. Then he leaned into Tyrande's ear and muttered something. Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes and knew that this kid was going to have a bad thing.

Sure enough, Tyrande only calmed a little and swept his eyes to the priests under his seat. "Dear priests, who would like to try the strength of this dragon knight?"

Leren's mentor Posaya walked to Tyrand with four hooves lightly. "Let me do it, I heard Leren say that she will lean into saving her people. I want to see if my disciple, the future husband, is qualified!"

"Teacher!" Leren was anxious and immediately blocked Yang Dashuan.

Posaya didn't say anything, but just stared at Leren, and the light ball around her left hand was whimpering like a satellite, and it became more and more dazzling. Yang Dashuan couldn't bear to eat or not, and would gently pull Leren behind her. "Don't have a tangle with your mentor for the sake of me."

It was not until this time that Yang Dashuan saw a look of admiration and satisfaction in the eyes of the tree elf.

"So start!" Posaya waved the javelin made of Manhabi branches and slowly approached Yang Dashuan.

The patterns carved on the javelin have long been flattened, but the only thing that is the head of the gun with poison is shining coldly. Through the top of the sky of the temple, the sun shines under the wooden javelin, but the luster of metal is also shining.

Leren covered his eyes, couldn't bear to look at it, and was worried that Yang Dashuan would suffer, and the difficulty on his face became more and more obvious.

"Slow down!" Yang Dashuan stopped Posaya.

"What else do you have to say?" Tyrande asked looking at Yang Dashuan.

"Praise the great Eluni Leren is the only survivor of the Peter Village tragedy that shocked the Elf Empire. After she worked hard to return to her long-lost hometown, you not only did not seek justice for him, but instead wanted to take action against me, the one who saw the injustice. Is this your way of hospitality?" Yang Dashuan, who had been restraining, looked at Tyrande fearlessly. His eyes were like lightning that pierced the sky, dazzling and full of anger.

White-haired Tago noticed this powerful and aggressive gaze, and immediately straightened his body, and a thick roar of tigers came from the empty temple.

Several fully armed elves warriors quickly blocked in front of Tyrande, pulled out the sword with a clang, and their equally cold and concentrated eyes locked on Yang Dashuan in the hall. The priests on the side blew a long whistle, and a gust of cold wind stormed, and the sky above the temple was filled with sharp horned eagles.
Chapter completed!