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Cirvanas naturally refused, and immediately found a reason: "Your staged training..."

Before she could finish speaking, Vereesa said: "It's done, the results are even better than Halduron's!"

Cirvanas smiled approvingly: "Yes, but as a descendant of Taranas, this is not enough! Next, I will arrange a more powerful trial for you with the standard of the 'Silver Star' elite! When I return to camp, I will see the results. Veronara!"

Then she couldn't help but order the leader of the guards to take Vereesa away.

The angry opponent spat out a string of words very quickly to fight back.

Since the elf slang was used, it took Pfister a while to understand the meaning.

It's basically a satire that my sister has the opposite sex and has no humanity.

Then Cirvanas whispered a few words into the air, and then left alone.

Pfister teleported to the outside of the camp and waited.

Cirvanas usually does not give way to a man, but this time he committed a common problem with girls.

Give Pfister a good meal to wait.

But when the other party arrived, he felt that it was worth the money.

Now Cirvanas took off his military uniform and changed into a pure white pleated skirt.

A waterfall of blond hair also naturally falls down.

Compared with before, it was a little less cold and a little more soft.

The whole person looks beautiful and elegant.Like the snow lotus blooming on the top of the mountain!

Even Pfister, who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

Then he smiled, bowed slightly, and saluted.

Then, as if inviting a dance partner, he stretched out his right palm.

Cirvanas also smiled, and put her jade hand on his palm.

The next moment, accompanied by the white magic aura, the two disappeared without a trace.

Appeared again, and had come to the outside of Silvermoon City.

In his impression, the high elves have always been gentle and refined.At least it seems so.

Therefore, Pfister was stunned by the sight in front of him. As far as his eyes could see, everyone was celebrating wildly.

Even though he knew that today was the first night of the Midsummer Fire Festival, the enthusiasm of the elves still puzzled him.

Then from Cirvanas, Pfister learned the details.

It turns out that this is not one festival in the elves, but three festivals.

They are the Midsummer Fire Festival, which is passed down from ancient times.

Celebrate the Landing Festival, the day of arrival in the Eastern Continent, and the Sun Festival, which commemorates the founding monarch, Dath'Remar.

Three sections in one, the scale is naturally extraordinary.

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Then the two of Pfister entered Silvermoon City and found that there were more revelers here.

Looking around, there are scenes of singing and dancing everywhere.

Soon the two came to a square in the outer city, and encountered parade floats.

A large number of elves, men and women, join hands in carnival here.

I have to say that the high elves are indeed very artistic.

Some sang loudly; some danced passionately;

Cultural literacy is fully displayed.

Seeing this, Cirvanas said with some pride: "Fitz, how do you see our celebration? How is it compared to Dalaran?"

Pfister is not astonishing and endlessly saying: "It is flashy, and it is useless."

Cirvanas couldn't help but turn dark when he heard this.

Want to shake off Pfister's hand.

But Pfister had already guessed that she would do this, and interlocked his fingers tightly.

Cirvanas also didn't really want to turn against him.

So in the end it didn't get rid of.

Speaking of which, Pfister replied like this, of course he wanted to make fun of the other party.

But there is no real feeling.

In his opinion, the high elves have lost their reality to the void.

Heartfelt love for literature and art is not a bad thing.

But it can only be used for adjustments, and as the main business, it is a bit of an upside-down.

Moreover, while the people of Silvermoon City have extremely high artistic attainments, their professional level is quite low.

This is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous signal.

If you forget the battle, you will be in danger. Is it empty talk?

If this continues, this mighty 7000-year-old powerful country will inevitably follow the old path of the original time and space.

He was defeated by the fledgling natural disaster department.

Cirvanas could hear Pfister's joking tone.

But still not ready to let him go.

But just as she was about to speak out to refute, her words suddenly stopped.

Because now a male elf is inexplicable and starts to rampage among the crowd.

Pushed down a lot of tourists, causing bursts of noise and cursing.