She might even be the next big druid heir!

But now everything has changed. Since her attempt to repair the druid transformation technique that lost its heritage failed, Tyranyali - Phantom, her only sister called a genius, has been trapped in the body of this cheetah.

Yes.

Inside the body of this cheetah.

It has been more than thirty years.

She has been wandering in the wilderness on this continent for more than thirty years.

She has been trying to find the remains of the druids that remained in the First Age to find a way to transform her sister back into human form.

But I have gained nothing in so many years!

Since planting the seeds of the second tree of life, the ancient elves who survived the First Age fell into a long sleep in the Emerald Dream. Although she is one of the moon walkers among the high elves who are second only to Her Majesty the Queen, Rose-Tyrande cannot awaken the sleeping ancient elves because her sister needs help.

Her only way is to find the remains buried in the last era.

I hope to find the lost druid transformation technique inheritance so that her sister can escape from the constraints of this body!

Thirty years.

It is a very short period of time for the high elves whose life is almost like a dragon.

But for the past thirty years, it was the most painful period for Rose Tyrande. Tyranyali, her sister, her only relative, was her proud sister after her body was bound in the body of this cheetah.

Little by little.

Her former pride was erased, and she even changed the color of her pupils to escape all this.

Yes.

As one of the high elves, her sister Tyran Yali also has silver-white eyes, which represents their inheritance of the bloodline of the moon god Eluen.

She should have been the most dazzling pearl!

It is the hope of reviving the druid road!

But now, she was sad and desperate. In order to escape reality, she even disguised herself as a kitten.

Disguised as a pet around him.

Thirty years.

I watched my sister become more and more like a cat.

Who can understand the pain in Rose-Tyrande's heart?

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The cold wind whistles.

The coldest time in December is the winter.

Rose-Tyrande covered the cloak on the little black cat in her arms. As a powerful moon walker among the high elf, she was not afraid of the cold and didn't even need much sleep. Her body had been integrated with nature, and the moonlight and wandering elements were her source of power. If it weren't for the habit she had maintained for a long time, she wouldn't even need food.

But her sister couldn't do it.

Bounded in the body of this cheetah, her powerful ability of a high elf also disappeared. She needed to learn magic again and learn how to release druid spells with a cheetah's body.

The light of the morning light fell on Rose-Tyrande.

She took off the cloak and spread it on the ground, and then placed the little black cat in her arms, who was still sleeping in her arms.

After she was incapacitated, she needed food, and Rose Tyrande needed to find some food for her sister, because she was increasingly disliked fruit.

In the morning.

The sunlight illuminates the temperature in the air a little bit.

Some animals that came out foraging due to hunger in the cold winter were moving around. At this time, the animals that were active seemed to sense something very terrible and ran in panic!

"There is elemental shock over there!"

"What creature is fighting there!" Rose-Tyrande's moon-walking face changed slightly. She grabbed the little black cat who was eating breakfast slowly and placed it on her thin shoulders. Then she bowed and leaped, and her slender figure rose into the air, sliding for dozens of meters as if it was lifted by the breeze.

The toes fell gently in the snow. Rose-Tyrand closed his eyes and listened for a moment. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. A glimmer flashed through his silver-white pupils. She shot out like a cheetah, rushing towards the place where the elemental vibrations came!

"It's Chimera's cry!" Rose-Moon Underworld's exquisite face was solemn, and she said in a deep voice: "The moon god Eluen has issued an oracle!"

"She is calling us back."

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Chimera is a monster with lion head, sheep body, and snake tail in Greek mythology. It has one or two heads and can spew flames, ice, lightning, strong acids and other energy depending on its bloodline. They are allies of the elves and are powerful creatures similar to giant dragons but without dragon bloodlines! Chimera appeared in the First Age and was one of the creatures that were domesticated by ancient elves at that time and given the responsibility of protecting the tree of life.

A two-headed chimera with adults is very powerful!

They can even fight an adult pure blood dragon clan head-on!

However, these creatures rarely leave the Tree of Life, and they will only appear when they are very important.

Strictly speaking, there is only one god in the elves.

That is the goddess of life.

Just like the ancestor worship of human beings, the elves only worship the tree of life, which is their origin and end.

It is the resting place for their souls.

Unlike other gods, the goddess of life has no name. She has existed since the birth of the ancient elves, and is even longer than the era of the Titan Giant.

Because, she is the incarnation of the World Tree.

The ancient elves were almost demigods, and their only belief was the goddess of life.

This belief is like the sacrifice of the heavens in Middle-earth.

God does not have a clear incarnation, but God is the biggest!

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There is only one who can truly be called a god in this world, that is, Miluen, the ancient elf who took over the priesthood of the Moon God at the end of the First Age.

It is also the only ancient elf who has not entered the sleeping state.

Now the existence of the high elves who are called high elves on this land are inheriting her bloodline.

The iconic feature is the silver-white pupil.

Pure-blooded elves are creatures with peaceful minds, and they have always maintained a neutral style like ancient elves.

They rarely participate in world wars. For them, it is more meaningful to repair the wounds of nature and make the earth full of vitality.

Starting from the First Age.

Many wild material planes are only rejuvenated after ancient elves planted the tree of life.

Comparing the Titan giant born in the chaos of the void.
Chapter completed!