Chapter Four Gods

The two knights walked leisurely through the forest. The white dragon horse with the extreme majesty exuded a faint majesty, dispelling countless beasts and birds. The knight on the left had long chestnut hair flying, and his stunning face was both cold and charming. The knight on the right was bloated, but his eyes looked very energetic. These two were Roger and Androni.

They suddenly stopped, and Androni said lightly: "We are surrounded."

Roger smiled slightly, raised his hand and drew a few simple magic symbols, blessed Androni with "The Power of the Man Bull", "Accelerating Technique" and "Blessing Technique" he used the three magics that he could not be more familiar with. Androni flashed with magical light, but she was not grateful. Androni turned her head and said to Roger coldly: "You bless me with so many magics, do you want me to be a meat shield for you?"

"Can you let me, a magician, fight in the jungle? This is not kind enough, right?" Roger said with a smile.

Androni stared at Roger fiercely, neither pulling out the blue sky nor improving his fighting spirit. She only shouted loudly: "Who is hiding there sneakily? Get out of here!"

Swipe, agile figures kept appearing in the trees around the two of them, and more than a dozen green longbows aimed at Roger and Androni.

A figure jumped from the tree like lightning, and the sword light was like a rainbow, and it pounced on Rogge. Roggean couldn't sit still.

Androni snorted coldly, and her whole body flew up from the dragon horse. She grabbed the attacker with one hand and threw it on the ground with force.

Androni's throw was very heavy. She was originally a level 16 swordsman, and Roger blessed the third magic again. The power of her every move was extraordinary. So the man hummed for a long time before he got up.

This is a very handsome warrior, with blonde hair fluttering in the wind, wearing a delicate green half-boob, and a green magical long bow behind him. The sword of the workmanship elf had fallen and was inserted in front of him. But what interested Roger even more was his two pointed and long ears.

Elf.

The elf warrior turned over and stood up, his eyes full of horror. Although Androni had no intention of taking action, he did not dare to pick up the long sword that fell on the ground. He carefully observed two dragon horses, and stared at the elf horn hanging around Roger's waist and looked at it. Roger and Androni had a clear idea, calmly sat down and remained motionless.

The elf warrior finally saw enough, then bowed to the two of them, and said in a nasty mainland common phrase: "I am Balang, the warrior of the Sara tribe. May I ask you two, what is the horn on your waist?"

Roger replied coldly in the elf language: "Since you are an elf and appear here at this time, how can you not know what this elf horn represents? Or do you still have doubts in your heart and want to try our identity again? In fact, if this experiment is to put it bluntly, you are not convinced. Okay, let's just let you do it. What else do you want to try? You know the one-on-one result, I think you should go together! When you arrive at the elf tribe, I will turn back and calculate this disrespectful account with you!"

Baron was startled. He just wanted to attack with the idea of ​​trying out the two of them, but unexpectedly he was captured by Androni and almost lost his bones. As the grandson of Elder Sarah, he is the most outstanding warrior in the tribe, but he was so easily dealt with by Androni. It seems that even if the twenty warriors he brought together, he would never be Androni's opponent.

The white unicorn beast, the horn of the elf, and the superb strength. Even the few small accessories on it are exactly the same as the legend. Everything is so consistent with the description of the elder before leaving. That's right, this is the messenger!

Although he was looking forward to seeing the legendary beast of the elf clan, the unicorn, this time, these two dragon horses were extremely handsome, and the faint dragon power made him hesitate and could not recognize what kind of beast it was. But since it was exactly the same as the one described in the prophecy, there was no reason to doubt it. After all, the white unicorn may not necessarily be a unicorn.

Barang was excited and knelt down on the ground and whispered: "Barang is here to welcome the Lord God on the order of the elder of the Sarah clan."

The elves warriors on the trees around them also jumped down and fell to the ground.

Roger looked closely and found that the beauty of the elves was indeed well-known. These warriors were all handsome and pretty, which made him feel happy. After he carefully distinguished, most of these elves were men, but there were two women among them. The elves were all carrying arrows, and the melee weapons they used were mostly long swords, and a few of them used short swords, daggers, etc. It was exactly the same as the description in the book. It seemed that the elves were not enterprising. Although they had been wandering everywhere for thousands of years, they had never made any changes.

Rogge carefully observed the equipment used by the elves. It can be seen that these warriors used most of the equipment enhanced by magic, and the craftsmanship was very exquisite. The most impressive one was the complex and beautiful patterns and ornaments decorated on it. Rogge secretly compared the products of the elves with the products of the God of War Hammer, and found that the quality of the two was actually not much different. Although the products of the God of War Hammer were already very flashy, they were still inferior to those of the elves. The patterns decorated on the light armor of the elves have no magical effect, just for the sake of good looks. For example, the light armor on Balang in front of him actually had empty patterns! Before the enemy attacked, he would give the armor to empty first?

Roger finally got a sense of the elves' pathological obsession with beautiful things.

"The strength of these elves is barely reasonable. They are all warriors and archers at about level 10. But this may not be the most elite warrior in their tribe." Androni said coldly.

Baran was furious. These warriors were all elites in the Sarah clan, and they were considered to be just a reasonable level of strength. This was a great insult to the dignity of the elves! Even if this beautiful swordsman was a servant of the God Envoy, he could not insult the elves like this! But he immediately deflated. He was a level elves warrior at least, but he had no resistance under Androni. It was obvious how terrifying her strength was. The God Envoy cast three magics while talking and laughing. The speed of casting was so fast that he could never dream of, and he clearly had the style of a great magician. He didn't know that Rogge was just a level 10 magician. He relied on his huge mental power and casting low-level magic at a fast speed to pretend to be a master's style, deceiving the innocent and ignorant elves.

The elves have straightforward personalities, and they are not right or wrong, and they will not be clever and clever. Since Androni's strength is far better than that, she said that the elves are not very strong, and the elves can only acknowledge this fact.

Baran remembered Elder Sarah's repeated instructions before his trip, and knew that this time welcoming the God Envoy was related to the rise and fall of his clan, and he no longer dared to be willful and respectfully led Roger and Androni to the depths of the forest.

Roger jumped off the horse, walked side by side with Barang, and chatted casually with a friendly expression. As the fat man expected, the elves had lived in the mountains for thousands of years, and their hearts were very simple. How could he compare to a businessman like him who was soaked in conspiracy? Roger easily found the information he wanted.

In the dense forests of the Central Mountains, there are more than ten elves of all sizes. The Sara tribe is one of the small tribes, with only more than 500 people in the entire tribe. The Sara tribe has a total of 100 hunting warriors, 20 senior guards, and one warrior in the Elders' Hall, which is Balang himself. In addition, the Sara tribe has two magicians and a priest.

The elf tribes in the Central Mountains will jointly send respected elders to form the Elders' Home. In case of major events, the Elders' Home has always ruled that all elves must abide by the constraints of the Elders' Home. The Elders' Home is composed of eighty-one elders, and each elves send different numbers of elders to the Elders' Home according to their strength. However, even the smallest tribes will have at least one elder. There are three tribes like the Sara tribe with only one elder, and the most powerful "Light of the Forest" tribe holds the right to appoint 18 elders.

The Sarah tribe worked so hard to send all the senior guards out to greet them, and it turned out that it was selfish. There was a powerful elf tribe who lived next to the Sarah tribe, which was the "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" tribe with six elders. On the mountain where the Sarah tribe lived for generations, a very rare thousand-year-old elf ancient tree grew. Every time an elf ancient tree existed, there would be an elf sacrifice correspondingly.

There are thirteen ancient elves in the central mountain range, and correspondingly there are thirteen elves priests. Three ancient elves grew in the elves capital "Green Sea" where the Forest Light lives. In this way, in addition to the eighteen elders, the Forest Light Tribe has three priests, which is the veritable largest elves in the Central Mountain Range.

In addition to this thousand-year return, the elves have not received Hilo's oracle for thousands of years. However, the Elf Temple composed of thirteen Great Priestesses always has a transcendent position, and even the Elders' Courtyard will not violate the will of the Elf Temple.

The "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" tribe has developed rapidly in recent years, and its seats in the Elders' House have increased rapidly from three to six, becoming the fifth largest tribe. However, although the tribe is large, there is no one priest, which is extremely inconsistent with its status. On the other side of the Sarah tribe, the fierce orc tribe is adjacent to the other side. In order to resist orcs for many years, the warriors have been seriously damaged and have never developed. The "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" tribe has repeatedly proposed to help the Sarah tribe resist orcs, but Elder Sara was afraid that the other party would have other plans and firmly disagreed.

In the past decade, the orcs' strong fertility has kept the Sara tribe in a storm. So the "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" once again took the opportunity to attack and proposed to the Elders' House to increase troops to the Sara Pass, which will be voted in the near future. Further, the oracle appears and the envoy will also arrive. The elves will hold a high sacrifice in advance. Young talents from all races will compete for various skills. The top five generals are qualified to choose the elves they like as their wives.

Huron, the son of the elder of the "Flying Seven Color Deer" tribe, is the crown of the young generation of elves, and his sword skills and other skills are not bad, and he is a popular candidate to win honors. He has long stated that once the sacrifice wins, he will propose to marry Ferina, the granddaughter of the elder of the Sarah clan. This marriage is complete, and the merger of the Sarah tribe with the Sarah tribe is sure to win.

However, at this moment, the elves received the news from the elves' horns, and the envoy appeared!

Elder Sarah was surprised to find that his tribe was the closest to the God Envoy! He made a quick decision and all the good players in the tribe were out, hoping to welcome the God Envoy among other tribes so as to please the God Envoy and prevent the fate of being merged by the seven-colored deer.

Understanding all the causes and consequences, Rogge couldn't help but laugh at the Elf clan that there was also a fight for power and profit. But they were too simple, and all conspiracies were almost clearly placed on paper. No wonder, for thousands of years, living in the deep mountains, the Elf clan faced either monsters or beasts, ancient trees, snakes and insects, and how could humans have rich conspiracy culture precipitation?

Baron led Roger to walk on some remote paths. Roger understood that he wanted to avoid other tribes to welcome the messengers, but he didn't say it out loud at the moment, chatting and laughing all the way, walking around at dawn, and gradually walked into the depths of the central mountain range.

Androni, who looks far more beautiful than Elves along the way, is more eye-catching than Roger. She is also very interested in the exquisite, neat and beautiful elf women. After one day, Androni is very close to two elf women warriors. She is bold and arrogant from time to time, she will occasionally sneak attack the elf women warriors' faces, ears, and even chests like lightning. The two beautiful elf girls have no ability to resist Androni's elusive attacks. More importantly, the elves are born with no ability to resist beautiful things. Even if Androni does not take the initiative, the elf girls will take the initiative to entangle them.

Androni, a men's clothing, has always been a playboy. With her peerless elegance, superb sword skills, and prominent identity, she can easily make any moves between folk girls and noble ladies. She now uses two kinds of styles. How can these simple elf girls resist?

Seeing Androni's old illness relapse and teasing the elf girl, Roger could only smile bitterly.

A few days later, another group of people came to the ancient elves. The team of people and horses was in a prosperous lineup and amazing momentum. It consisted of more than a hundred knights, magicians and druids, and everyone was not weak. Their mounts were also strange, from ordinary war horses to fierce monsters. A tall and majestic man rode a ground dragon! Next to him was a charming woman, wearing a dark blue cloak and riding a tall Midea.

At the entrance of the valley, the man waved his hand and the whole team stopped. His thick and bold face had a slightly frost mark, his long brown hair was scattered, and his left ear was decorated with three gem earrings of different colors. The man turned his head and said to the woman beside him: "Miss Carmela, you are the noble messenger of Hiro. With your wise eyes, you can tell whether the ancient tree in the valley in front is the elf ancient tree we are looking for."

The woman took off her head-covered cloak and showed her charming face and a pair of pointed long ears.

"Dear Lord Frey, I have said that although God Hilo appointed me as his envoy in the oracle, I hope you can treat me as an ordinary elf instead of treating me with respect all day long. I... will really be sad when you do this."

A charming smile appeared on Frey's face, but he was still polite and cautiously kept a distance from Carmela.

"Miss Carmela, it's important for us to do the main business first. There seems to be some weirdness. Why is this valley dead? Where there are ancient elves trees, there should be a lot of vitality. According to the news from the Church of Light, the person who escorted the elves' horns should have arrived here, why can't anyone see it?"

Seeing Frey talking to him, Carmela stared at him with resentment, and then turned around and looked into the valley.

The fiery red earth dragon that was three meters high under Frey suddenly felt a little uneasy, and kept spraying thick air from his huge nostrils. It was digging the ground hard and circled, trying to retreat. Frey's heart moved and shouted loudly: "Everyone... Beware! Send one to the front to see what happened!"

Behind Feray a druid chanted a spell, then turned into a goshawk and flew forward.

He turned back in a blink of an eye, landed in front of Fere, and turned back into a human form.

"Sir Frey, there seemed to be a fierce battle ahead, and several people died."

Frey and Carmela looked at each other and led everyone to check carefully.

A fierce battle occurred around the ancient elves. Within a few dozen meters, the ground was charred. Several corpses fell to the ground in a row. No, these could no longer be said to be corpses, but charred skeletons. Only the badges on the armor leaves scattered on the ground indicate that they were once members of the Holy Knights of the Church of Light.

Frey's face was heavy, and he could not tell at all who made these members of the Sacred Knights look like this. Judging from the charred mark, it seemed that they were burned out by the fire. But if it weren't for magic, how could a living Sacred Knight be burned into a skeleton? If it was magic, he could not sense the residual magic fluctuations. Frey also heard of the skills of the Sacred Knights knights, and according to news from the church, among the people escorting the horn of the elf this time, there were two of the three giants of the Doomsday Judgment.

Although Frey didn't know who these three giants were, he thought it wouldn't be too bad. At least he had to be a level 14 knight. Could it be that these two giants have become skeletons now?

Frey was in a headache, and Carmela exclaimed over there. He hurried over and saw Carmela standing in front of the ancient elf tree, dazed.

A skeleton was nailed to the ancient elf tree by a spear, and in front of him was another skeleton, still in the throwing posture.

It seemed that time was frozen at this moment. A mysterious force burned all creatures within dozens of meters to ashes, while the ancient elves miraculously intact.

A small, delicate trumpet that sways in the wind attracted the attention of the two.

Is it an elf horn?

Carmela stepped forward and leaned over and picked up a small white jade horn from the skeleton nailed to the tree. The exquisite small horn flashed with a soft luster, and countless fine patterns were carved on it. It could be seen that it was a very complex magic array, with strong magic waves emanating from it.

"Is this the elves' horn?" Frey came over.

"It seems yes, exactly the same as described in the oracle! I just don't know who killed all the Holy Knights who escorted the horn."

Frey pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe it's not a human, it's possible that it's some kind of powerful monster or divine beast."

"Mr. Frey, you are so wise! You have observed so carefully that even I, an elf, cannot compare to you. In fact, as long as you have an elf horn, you can find the elves by playing it. With Mr. Frey, I don't need the guards of those holy knights at all. It doesn't matter whether they die or not." Carmela said charmingly, and pointed to Frey again.

Frey frowned and subconsciously moved away from Carmela. When his two subordinates in the distance saw this scene, they couldn't help but smile.

"The God-Master seems to like Lord Frey very much..."

"Yes, yes, it's a pity that she showed the wrong love, hehe! What a pity, I've never seen such a beautiful elf in my life!"

"Be careful, if Lord Frey knows that we are talking about him, he will deal with us hard! For example, let you become a crow that has three days and three nights..."

The man was frightened and said quickly: "Okay, let's not talk, don't talk! Work!"

Frey looked at Carmela who was playing with the horn of the elf and sighed, "Miss Carmela, it's very strange here. I can't tell what kind of power can burn these people to skeletons. Maybe there are some powerful monsters hidden nearby, so I'd better wait until my people search the surroundings thoroughly before talking about them."

Carmela threw a charming look at Frey and said, "Mr. Frey, what power dares to offend you in the forest? Your father, Lord Frey, the strength of Master Sky Wrath, one of the four great druids, is never worse than any great magician. If it is a monster, even if a dragon hides beside him, Lord Frey, the people you brought out are enough to deal with, right? Besides, even if there is any trap, I am a level 14 elf knight, who is fully capable of protecting myself. Frey... How can you repay you if you care so much about me?"

Frey frowned and said nothing. Facing Carmela's naked love, he just thought he didn't know. However, Carmela was rarely matched in terms of appearance and figure, and in terms of strength, only three or five people under her command could compare with her. She also has the noble status of a divine envoy, and she is definitely worthy of her identity as the son of the Great Druid. If not...If not... Carmela would be a good candidate for his wife.

Carmela was also a little anxious. Since Shilo descended the oracle and appointed her as the envoy, all the elves around her were respectful to her. She followed the instructions to the Northern Druid Alliance to seek help. When she saw Frey on the first day of the lunar calendar, she fell in love with her. But Frey was very respectful to her on the surface, but in fact she was cold and cold. She showed her love to her more and more explicitly, just pretending to be crazy and stupid. Carmela had outstanding appearance and talent in martial arts, so she had no regard for the elves around her since she was a child. Now she finally met a Frey who could be completely worthy of her, but he was completely unmoved. How could Carmela not be anxious?

But this matter is not urgent. Carmela is very smart. She is already secretly planning how to get Frey into her bed. If someone with status like them has gone to bed, many things will be natural.

While thinking about her worries, Carmela put the elf horn at her mouth. She radiated her fighting spirit, and green smoke enveloped her.

"Woo..." The elf horn sounded. An extremely powerful energy suddenly appeared in the green mist. Frey had only time to shout "Be careful!" and could only watch a blue light spread rapidly to Carmela's body, turning her into a blue crystal statue.

A light breeze blew, and the blue crystal statue turned into thin lights and disappeared into the wind.

Frey felt a blank mind for a moment. He reached out in vain and tried to get something from the sky's chips, but he got nothing.

He really couldn't believe his eyes.

The messenger of God actually died?

Blessed by the war's great elf Hilo, the envoy who inherited the oracle actually died?!

What's wrong with this world? Is the devil coming? Or is the end of the world coming?

Frey really couldn't believe everything he saw. As the eldest son of the Great Druyi's Wrath of the Sky, his natural magic power was so powerful that he could feel the God of Nature that Druyi believed in. He knew very well that the power of the gods was as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, and it was definitely not something he could guess at at his level. Even his father, who had one foot close to entering the divine realm, would probably be difficult to test the power of the divine power. But now, Hilo's divine messenger is actually dead!

Frey's men all surrounded him, and everyone's faces were filled with panic. All this had far exceeded their perception, and more importantly, it was slowly destroying their long-standing absolute belief in divine power.
To be continued...