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Glenn finished playing and looked down at his hands. The feeling just now seemed like an illusion.

That wonderful experience of giving salvation to all things was something he had never experienced before.

Looking back, he wanted to confirm whether this feeling was normal.

But what they saw were the four elves with dazed expressions, as if they were immersed in the afterglow of the music and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

"What's wrong with you?" Glenn asked.

Just like a paused scene being played again, the four elves looked at each other, not knowing how to start talking for a moment.

When Etro prepared his words and was about to open his mouth, a powerful breath came from outside.

Suddenly all eyes here turned towards the door.

The Wind Walker walked in, and the four elves immediately saluted. Glenn reacted quickly and saluted almost at the same time, shouting in the air:

"Officer of the Wind, we offer our blessings to the great guardian!"

The Wind Walker raised his hand, and the breeze lifted the four elves and Glenn up.

Her eyes finally fell on Glenn, and then on the instrument, Krela.

"Is that the music you just played? It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard."

The tall elf in a green high-collared gown was full of praise.

Glenn was a little unsure of the current situation. It seemed that he had accidentally made a high profile. The song he had just played seemed to be very good, causing Krila to produce a special effect and even attracting a seventh-level high elf upper.

"Your praise makes me feel nervous, but I will keep working hard." For the time being, he could only deal with the other party.

The Wind Walker had already arrived in front of Glenn. He reached out and touched Krilla, his eyes shining, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

After a while, she suddenly asked, "Can I try it?"

Seeing this seventh-level high elf looking at him, Glenn turned to Etro.

The Wind Walker also turned his attention to Etro.

And Etro naturally nodded in agreement.

So Krila was used again, and the song played was the same one Glenn had just played.

The technique is more skillful than Glenn's, and the effect produced is better than when Glenn used it.

The other party had memorized the entire song after just listening to it once.

The short piece of music was quickly finished, and the Wind Officer put down his hands with a look of reluctance.

Feeling the purer magic power filling her body, she turned her head with shining eyes and asked Glenn:

"A piece like this should be longer! What about the rest?"

Glenn laughed in his heart, but said modestly:

"I'm sorry, Master Wind Walker, my abilities are limited, this is all I can do."

This made the high elf in front of him, who had the aura of a superior, very dissatisfied. He wanted to criticize him, but after opening his mouth, he said:

"That's true. It's not easy to create a work that can resonate with Crela. I can't force you to do anything."

Just as Glenn breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the Wind Walker say:

"But it is undeniable that your talent is genuine. Let me talk to the king and let you become a music craftsman in the palace of Serius."

"What!?"

Before Glenn could reply, he saw that Etro and several other elves showed expressions of great surprise, as if they had witnessed something extraordinary, and they didn't even care about speaking gracefully.

Seeing their reaction, Glenn knew that this Wind Officer might have arranged a very high position for him, but he would not stay here. Not to mention that he was an illegal resident, even if he was not, he did not want to be trapped here.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't find a suitable excuse to refuse, so he decided to just leave. If he wanted to leave, even this Wind Officer would catch up with him.

Just as it was about to turn into black wind and leave, the ground suddenly shook at this moment, accompanied by a deafening roar.

"Is this... the roar of a dragon!?" The Wind Officer's face changed drastically. He didn't care how Glenn responded and left on the wind.

The moment she walked out, another loud alarm sounded. Although it was loud, it was still pleasant to the ear, which was in line with the style of these high elves.

"Is there something attacking the land of the capital?! Should we go out and take a look?"

The Wind of Sorrow asked in panic.

Etro had just been shaken to the ground, and after he stood up, he said quickly:

"Let's go to the palace first! It's safer there! Dandy...eh?"

As they said this, they went to look for Glenn, but the elves soon discovered that their new member had disappeared.

In a huge square in front of the Elf Palace, the statue of the first Elf King, which has stood there for a thousand years, constantly emits pure green light.

This is the result of the magic circle below that maintains the stability of the earth being pushed to its limit.

Above the statue, two powerful male elves looked down silently.

Both elves were wearing exaggerated robes that looked like windbreakers, with collars higher than their heads, and delicate earrings hanging from their long ears.

When the Wind Officer saw the two figures, he immediately stepped forward to greet them. "Your Excellency, the two Kingdom Guardians, I, the humble Third Generation Wind Officer, greet you both."

The two kingdom guardians did not look at the Wind Officer, but just nodded slightly.

Just as the Wind Officer was about to inquire what happened, a roar louder than the previous ones and loud enough to pierce his eardrums exploded.

A huge circular magic circle suddenly appeared on the ground below. The runes and lines on it moved rapidly. Then the magic circle turned into a large purple-black hole, and a figure flew out of it.

"Sage Afre!"

Officer Wind and several level 4 or 5 warriors who were watching the situation not far away exclaimed.

Before the elves could come forward to greet them, a giant black dragon rushed out of the big hole below, surrounded by terrible poisonous gas, shaking the entire Elf Capital.

"Catch it! It's a subordinate of the dragon!"

Before Afrey could say anything, the two kingdom guardians had already taken action.

Just by swinging out two silver chains, he subdued the powerful black poisonous dragon.

The silver chains were like living pythons, wrapping around the black dragon's body and quickly blocking its limbs and wings.

The huge body fell to the ground, destroying the square and statues below that had returned to normal into ruins.

This black dragon seemed to be in a state of madness, with madness in its eyes. Even though it was sealed tightly, it kept twisting, and disgusting thick saliva flowed from its mouth.

After a few minutes, as if exhausted, it stopped struggling and lay down motionless.

"Lord Afre, what... is going on?" asked the Wind Walker, supporting the injured Afre.

Then the sage who had great prestige in the Saixi Kingdom said loudly:

"The will of the evil dragon has not completely dissipated! It still wants to make a comeback! This black dragon is one of the evil dragon's subordinates! Goniat!"

This caused silence to fall on the scene.