Chapter 110: Tree of the world

After the audition was over, Qiao Xiu and Heili first left the Falosi Mansion, and Mrs. Nishizawa specially held a trip for the actors of the Black Swan Theatre, wishing them the first filming to go smoothly.
As a member of the Black Swan Theatre, Tallin did not participate in this short gathering. Although she had been in the Black Swan Theatre for several years, there were not many people in the troupe.
After finishing the black swan theater rehearsal with the maids, Tailin returned to her room.
Her room at the Flosi Mansion is not too big, she can only have the next bed and desk.
She can be said to be the lowest level in the Black Swan Theatre, which is the so-called running dragon. Only when some actresses of the troupe are temporarily unable to play, she has the opportunity to show up on the stage.
Just back to the room, she was lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling.
As an elf, her magical talents and bow and arrow talents are far superior to ordinary people. Even if she leaves the Black Swan Theatre, she can rely on these individual work.
But she stayed in this troupe for a purpose, very simple purpose, that is famous.
Her purpose in pursuing fame is not for her own status and wealth, but for her ethnic group.
Tylin extended her hand, and a white seed like frost and snow appeared in her palm. This is the seed that the elves called the tree of the world.
Every elf's ethnic group guards a tree of the world, and when the tree of the world collapses, it also declares the elves' demise. The surviving elves not only lose all their power, but even have the right to own their own names. No.
Just as Tylin carefully looked at the seed, the door of her room was pushed open, and an elf girl with a black inscription on her body came in.
"You shouldn't show up in front of that guy, Tylin."
Frey looked worriedly at her only friend of the same race in the Flosi Mansion. At the beginning of the audition by the Black Swan Theatre, she reminded Tallin many times that she would give up the trial.
It is a pity that this elf friend who was naturally optimistic and overdone did not listen to her dissuasion, or still embarked on the stage of the audition.
"He is a very dangerous demon! And it seems to be peeking at the ancient trees of our family! You forgot what happened to your family..."
Fu Lei repeatedly emphasized the danger of Qiao Xiu, but in the last sentence, she said that she suddenly calmed down because her next words were undoubtedly poked at the pain of her friends.
"It doesn't matter, Fu Lei, in my memory, our family has not suffered the attack of the devil, nor the orc."
Tylin shook her head and said that she was not affected. She stared at the tree of the world that had become a seed in her hand. This represents her race. The vein of the Frost Elves was extinct more than a decade ago.
She can be said to be the last remaining frost elf in the world, and it is also the only hope of the Frost Elves.
"On that day, I only remember seeing a gray fog..."
Tallin recalled the scene more than a decade ago, and the sound that was still full of vitality finally brought a little trembling.
"I don't know what it is. When I came back, everyone was swallowed by the fog..."
Recalling that the elf girl was holding her forehead here, the slender figure shook a little.
The memory of horror is like a flood that has opened the gate, and it keeps rushing in her mind. Once I think of it, I can't forget it.
"Nothing, Tylin!"
Fu Lei saw her friend's situation is not right, immediately extended her hands and hugged her trembling body.
"The Heimu family welcomes you at any time. After returning to Flossi, our patriarch will accept you."
Fu Lei used a magic that stabilized her mind to appease her friends. After a while, Tallin recovered from the memory of terror.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I still have the responsibility to re-grow this tree of the world."
The frost elf licks the seeds of cold air in his hands. Every elf's ethnic group guards a tree of the world. As long as there are seeds, the tree of the world will eventually have a day of re-growth.
"But Tylin... This is something that only the gods can do!" said Frey.
For the elves, the tree of the world is equivalent to the existence of God. The black ancient trees believed by the Blackwoods are grown by the beliefs of the Heimu elves from generation to generation.
Therefore, the prosperity of an elf community is closely related to the flourishing of the world tree. The stronger the world tree, the larger the guardian elves.
The Frost Elves have long been extinct in that unexplained disaster, leaving only the belief of a Frost Elves in Tylin, and even the seeds of the World Tree can not be germinated, let alone grow into towering ancient wood.
Collecting this kind of belief is the ability that only the gods can have.
"This is not necessarily the case. The tree of the world of our family has been integrated with me."
Tylin gently gripped, and the seed of the tree of the world disappeared in her palm.
"I think it's okay to just let anyone like me."
The Frost Elf doesn't know what to do at the moment, but when some men are attracted because of her appearance, Tylin feels that the seeds of the world tree that are boarding in her body seem to have some kind of nourishment.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she didn't intend to give up her ethnicity so easily.
"Who likes you...so are you so stubborn to stay in the Black Swan Theatre? But... Tylin, you have no talent for acting."
The talent without performance is praised. The Frost Elves have never participated in the performance. Mrs. Nishizawa will leave her in the Black Swan Theatre, which fully considers the face of the Black Wood Elf.
"There is no need to have the talent for the show. I am still very confident about my own voice, so... I will find a way."
Tylin said that she also snorted a few times, and the voice of the Frost Elf was really nice.
But to be a qualified singer, it’s useless to sound good, like she is a bard.
But is there anyone who really worships a bard? No one knows the answer, because there are not many well-known bards in the world.
"Well... I will find a way."
Looking at his own frost elf friends with a faint smile on his face, Fu Lei could not say anything to fight her. If her own group died all night, Fu Lei must not be like this frost elf. Just as optimistic.
Unconsciously, the Frost Elves once again sang the song let.it·go, and the calm singing echoed in this small room.