Speaking of which, the so-called thousand-year-old corpse of Yuhuan Xiaodaogu does not necessarily have to be a full thousand years, just like Duke George is an old vampire who is four or five hundred years old.
Bei Long thinks that Yuhuan Xiaodaogu's concept of a thousand-year-old corpse is actually an old wine, as long as there is a vintage, of course, the longer the vintage, the better.
So the question is, what is the situation with the thousand-year-old corpse of the dark elf just now?
To be reasonable, she should be dead, even if Yuhuan Xiaodao Gu can't estimate the year, at least she can tell the difference between a person and a corpse, right?
But the moment she opened her white pupils and her eyes were full of divine light, where did she look like a thousand-year-old corpse?
The thousand-year-old corpse of this dark elf is full of mysteries, which makes Bei Long puzzled, but now is not the time to solve the mystery, last time Yuhuan Xiaodaogu just trampled on the skeleton altar and attracted the dark elves, not to mention that the thousand-year-old corpse just now knocked down the entire stone wall with one glance?
When Bei Long grabbed the little Dao Gu of Yuhuan and wanted to run away, the dark elf suddenly opened his eyes again.
Last time, it could be said that she was sleepwalking, because there was no emotion or wave in her eyes, but this time her eyes were full of anger and resentment, as if someone else owed her a lot of money and did not pay it back......
Bei Long thought that her anger and resentment were directed at herself and Yuhuan Xiaodaogu, but it was not.
The white pupils of the dark elves just passed over them, and they didn't shoot any more white light, and they didn't look at them more.
Yuhuan Xiaodao Gu bit her ear with Bei Long: "Don't worry, we have posted an invisibility charm, she can't see our ......"
Where do you get so much self-confidence!
Belon was also drunk, and the dark elves had just glanced past them and clearly saw them, but they didn't pay attention to them.
In this way, Belon was not in a hurry to leave, he wanted to see what the dark elf was going to do.
At the same time, there were already dark elves coming from all directions, men, women, and children, but no matter how old or young they arrived, they immediately fell to the ground when they saw the thousand-year-old corpse of the dark elves wake up!
They all kept their posture of bowing to the ground, not daring to move or speak, and could only hear faint sobs.
Bei Long looked back at Yuhuan Xiaodaogu, who was staring at Yuhuan Xiaodaogu with a confused look and big eyes to see the freshness.
You're not an old driver at all!
Bei Long was kind of dead to Yuhuan Xiaodao Gu, and quietly floated to the stone wall with her neck collar and hung it, mainly because there were more and more dark elves who came and there was no place for them.
Suddenly, a group of dark elves with apparently different identities hurried in, all of them old female elves.
Their hair was dry and flaxen-colored, their skin had faded to brown, their long, pointed ears drooped, their faces were full of wrinkles and spots, their shriveled lips were missing a few teeth, and they were no longer light in their movements, and some of them had to be on crutches.
Among them there was a dark elf with the charm of a, with a rare plump look of a dark elf, although he also wore a leaf bikini, but he wore a small and delicate crown on his head.
After they arrived, they also bowed down in front of the skull altar, but the dark elf wearing the crown bowed to the "thousand-year-old corpse" three times, and then stood up and flew up to the skull altar as light as a butterfly, and the thirty-zhang high skull altar she only lightly rose and fell halfway, and the skull altar didn't seem to feel her weight, and she had already flown to the top of the skull altar.
"She is the queen of the dark elves," Yuhuan Xiaodao Gu remembered that she was the old Si Ji at this time, and hurriedly whispered to him in Bei Long's ear: "The dark elves are still an ancient matriarchal clan......
Seeing that the thousand-year-old corpse of the dark elf on the skull altar frowned slightly and looked at this side, Bei Long quickly covered her little mouth, and Yuhuan Xiaodaogu's eyes widened, but she didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.
At this time, those old female elves pulled out the glowing ore from the surrounding stone walls, and knocked the two ores "pop", and suddenly the original glowing ore actually increased the brightness by a few more, and the green light emitted by the knocked ore reflected each other like a bright light illuminating the cave.
And the old female elves sang in a low voice, like monks chanting scriptures, although they couldn't understand what they were singing, but it sounded like it was very powerful, and their chanting was not loud, but because there were many people and full of spiritual power, it was as if the entire underground world was shaken.
At the same time, all the dark elves who had fallen to the ground raised their heads and fell to the ground to look up at the top of the Skeleton Altar.
The deep caverns, the green glow, and the chanting of the elves all make all this seem so strange and terrifying.
Yuhuan Xiaodao Gu subconsciously squeezed Bei Long's side, as if she regarded Bei Long as a spiritual support.
Belon ignored her, but focused on the top of the skull altar, and the elf queen who still had the charm of the flew to the top of the altar and bowed three times to the "thousand-year-old corpse" again.
Then she gently took off her crown with both hands, bowed her head and hunched her back to hold the crown above her head, walked behind the "thousand-year-old corpse" respectfully, carefully put on the crown for the "thousand-year-old corpse", and bowed her head and bowed her back backwards to the edge of the skull altar, and floated down and knelt with the old female elves, singing a tune full of spiritual power together.
The whole process, the "thousand-year-old corpse" maintained her previous posture, like an elf girl sitting on the skull altar with her hands and knees, but her bright white eyes had already hidden her anger and resentment, and she was full of emotion and love when she looked down on countless dark elves, until she put on the crown and the elf queen floated down, she finally slowly stood up as if she had completed the coronation ceremony.
Why did the Elven Queen give her the crown?
Belon pondered, who is this "thousand-year-old corpse"?
At this time, Belon heard the countless dark elves calling her name—Her Royal Highness Queen Daphne!
It was clear that she could not be the new queen, or she would not be loved and adored by all the dark elves.
But even if she was the elven queen of hundreds or even a thousand years ago, there was no reason to let the new elf queen give way, especially those old female elves who kowtowed vigorously one by one with tears in their eyes......
That's all there is to worship, isn't it?
Her Royal Highness Queen Daphne, the "thousand-year-old corpse", raised her hands slightly, and suddenly all the dark elves stopped calling, and the buzzing sound in the cave that had been like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis came to an abrupt end.
"My people," said Queen Daphne's voice as melodious as a lark, "I, Daphne......"
At this moment, a sharp whistle was suddenly heard in the distance, and all the dark elves were immediately facing the enemy.