The welcome ceremony of the Sala people is grand and simple. wwW.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.coMAlthough there are no splendid decorations on the golden wall, the sincerity of the entire clan, regardless of gender, old or young, cannot be replaced by any gorgeous decorations or luxurious banquets.
Seeing the enthusiasm and expectation in the beautiful eyes of the elves, Rogge couldn't help but be moved. He felt a little unable to connect these enthusiastic eyes with gold coins. However, the value of the elves is measured in gold bricks, so the drama must go on.
The elves have not changed much for thousands of years and have no intention of making progress. On the contrary, the human race has continued to thrive amidst repeated wars and self-strife. The arts related to war, whether it is magic, strategy, combat skills or the study of large-scale war equipment, have made rapid progress. The territory of the human kingdom is also constantly expanding. From this point of view, if the elves want to change their destiny, apart from comprehensive changes, they really have no choice but to hide in the holy land opened by Hilo.
"Although I lied to them, I also helped them!" Fatty comforted himself.
Having been in the Church of Light for a long time, Rogge knew very well how to use faith, the best weapon, to deal with believers. The elves have been famous for their enthusiasm for Hero, the great elf of war. In the war of the last thousand years, the elves actually pinned the outcome of the battle on Hilo's miracle! Now after thousands of years, Hilo has never shown any miracles. The elves' faith in him must have been shaken a lot. But no matter how shaken it is, this belief is much more pious than that of human believers.
"Take me to the temple of Shiloh, and I will bring you his oracle." Rogge said to the elder of the Sara tribe with a holy look.
Surrounded by the elves of the Sala tribe, Rogge proudly walked into the elven temple of the Sala tribe and stood in front of the altar. He prayed quietly for a moment and then turned around.
The elves in the temple exclaimed in low voices, accompanied by whispers.
At this moment, Rogge's body was faintly filled with holy light, and his face was kind and sacred. After a moment, a white light descended from the top of the temple and shone on him.
"Hero the Most High says he will show the way back to all the Elves."
Rogge raised his hand and pointed forward again.
"I've seen the direction Shiloh pointed, and my feet are on that path."
He spread his arms.
"The Holy Land is at the end of the road! The glory of the elves will soon be restored!"
Every movement of Rogge was so elegant and harmonious. Countless petals fell down from his movements, and when they were about to fall to the ground, they turned into light and slowly disappeared.
"I will not walk alone, I will lead you on the road back!"
"Whoever believes in me will be saved!"
At the last sentence, Rogge's voice rose in vain. The holy light on his body was dazzling, and petals fell from the flower trees around the temple and floated into the temple, creating a colorful carpet of flowers in front of Rogge.
"This is Shiloh's voice!" the elf priestess of the Sara tribe said suddenly.
With the sacrifice's confirmation, the elves no longer had any doubts. With tears in their eyes, they fell to the ground one after another, grateful that their gods had remembered these forgotten people again after a thousand years.
The simple ceremony is solemn and sacred. Rogge copied what the Church of Light did, and it seemed to work pretty well. After hundreds of years of tempering, the Church of Light's ability to create a sacred atmosphere is unmatched in the entire continent. Rogge deliberately dispersed waves of powerful mental fluctuations that shook the hearts of all the elves present. Of course, the most important thing is that Rogg amplified the fluctuations on the elf horn. This was originally a precautionary move, but I didn't expect that the elven priest could really identify it, which made Rogge secretly break out in a cold sweat.
The holy light and flower petals are both illusions, but the flowers flying in outside the window are more real skills. They were dragged in by Rogge's mental power. Manipulating such a large number of petals at one time is also a big burden for Rogge's huge mental power.
Rogge's smile was solemn and kind, and he was extremely satisfied with the current results. It seems that no matter what, at least the more than 500 elves of the Sara tribe are already in their hands. What a fortune this is! Let’s see if we can trick a few other tribes into taking the bait.
The elves are still very suspicious. Rogge came to this conclusion from the reaction of the elf sacrifice just now. He was not prepared to abduct all the elves, only those who were the most pious and prepared to follow him without question. Rogge has the confidence to lead the elves onto the glorious road of a happy life. Of course, it is the kind of happy life he understands.
After the sacrificial ceremony, there was a set of complicated welcome ceremonies and welcome banquets. It seems that the Sara tribe, which has inherited the artistic tradition, has also retained the etiquette of the ancient elven country thousands of years ago. It wasn't until Rogge was lying on the hard wooden bed that he could take a breath.
"These elves really don't know how to enjoy life." Rogge was extremely dissatisfied with the room. This tree house is entirely built on ancient trees, and almost every table in the house is made of naturally grown wisteria. **It's pretty good, and it's supplemented by a thick brocade cushion. I guess it's the human habit of taking care of the God's envoy. The entire tree house is elegant and quiet, filled with the faint fragrance of vegetation, and has a natural appeal. However, Rogge's favorite style has always been grand, extravagant and extravagant, a typical taste of the nouveau riche, and he doesn't really appreciate these.
This tree house was originally the residence of Elder Sarah, but now it was specially given to the Lord God Envoy, and Rogge accepted it without hesitation. Fatty knows that sometimes you have to be approachable, and sometimes you still have to put on the necessary pomp and airs.
But in this hard fight, Rogge tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He always felt that there was something else he had forgotten. He simply sat up, put on his clothes and went out. A female elf warrior walked up to the door and asked respectfully: "Master God Envoy, are you not resting well?"
"Ah no! The decoration here is very good! I want to enjoy the night here, so I got up and walked around."
"Then let me take you on a tour." The soldier still said respectfully.
Rogge took a closer look and saw that it was Elder Sarah's daughter Felena. She is about the same height as Rogge, her face is pretty and pure, and there is a hint of fortitude in her eyebrows. Even among the elves who are famous for their beauty, Felena can be considered a beauty. No wonder he was attracted by Huron of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe.
Looking at Feileina's pretty face in the moonlight, Rogge suddenly understood what he had forgotten. That means he is a human race! Although he has successfully impersonated the envoy of God, the thousand-year hatred between the elves and the human race is by no means easy to resolve, not to mention that the elves are all extremely arrogant and arrogant guys. Look at Barang, he has tried his hand at it. Other elves must have had this idea to some extent.
And elves naturally like beautiful things. He is only average among human men, how can he compare with elves
What does it mean to smile but not smile? It's right on Felena's face!
Roger suddenly had the urge to smash her nose with his fist. It seems that it is still necessary to establish authority again.
He looked at Felena with a smile, looking up and down carefully. Rogge's smile was as warm as sunshine, but there was a bone-chilling coldness inside. Felena instinctively felt the huge crisis, her pointed ears stood up straight, and her handsome face became pale.
Rogge did not relax, his mental coercion impacted her soul, and the imprint of fear was directly engraved in the depths of her mind.
With a thud, Felena could no longer withstand Rogge's mental pressure and fell to the ground. She hurriedly got up, but as if she was seriously ill, her face was pale and she was shaky and unable to stand.
"My lord, I'm sorry for being rude."
Rogge looked at her deeply and said calmly: "What God bestows is not just grace. I hope you don't forget this."
Rogge stood quietly, looking at Fei Leina's faltering back.
"This girl is pretty! Why are you bullying her?" Androni appeared behind Rogge like a ghost.
Rogge chuckled and put his arm around Androni's waist. "No matter how good-looking she is, how can she compare with you!"
Androni chuckled, and the Blue Star Sky Sword struck Rogge's ribs like lightning, causing the fat man's teeth to break and his mouth to crack in pain.
She looked at Rogge with a half-smile. Did she forget about Elesis so soon? In your heart, which one of us is more important? "
Rogge's face suddenly darkened and he sighed softly.
Androni apologized slightly, looked at him and asked softly: "Your knowledge on the magic circle is very powerful, it is not at the same level as your magic power. This is the first time I know that there are people who can A magic circle that stores so much fighting spirit. And you can carve such a complex magic circle on a small white jade horn. It's so awesome that I was right not to kill you."
She slapped Rogge hard on the shoulder and said, "Work hard for the Rocherio family from now on!"
Rogge reluctantly cheered up, looked at the white hands on his shoulders, and replied: "Of course you can work hard, but the condition is still the same, you marry me!"
Androni bit her lower lip, and a wisp of starry sky fighting energy came out of her palm, causing Rogge to scream in pain.
"You still want to take advantage of me! If you have nothing to do in the future, make some more magic equipment for me! That horn is really good! You really deserve to have opened an equipment store."
Rogge smiled bitterly, Miss, how could you like the little things I made? Don't comfort me. In fact, your piece of jade is better. "
Androni shook her head and smiled: "No, you are still insidious enough. Do you think our trap will be useful?"
"They should be fooled. As long as the horn is blown, no matter how powerful the envoy is, as long as he is not a paladin, it will be enough for him. Miss, having said that, I really didn't realize that your sculpting skills are so good. high."
The fake elf horn carved by Androni that day was almost real. Rogge used his spiritual power to carve the magic circle he learned from the black crystal onto the horn. Finally, Androni injected a large amount of starry sky fighting energy. Fatty Another layer of magic circle was carved to cover up the fluctuations of fighting spirit.
Carmela was absent-minded, gathered her fighting spirit and blew out, immediately destroying the second level of the magic circle. Her little mouth had no defense, and was turned into crystal by the surging starry sky fighting energy on the spot.
The next day, Rogge was able to have a secret conversation with Elder Sarah, which lasted for two days. Elder Sarah is nearly four hundred years old and is about to reach the limit of the elf's life. The long years have brought not only wisdom, depth, but also cunning. In the past two days, apart from talking to Rogge about the glorious history of the elves and the greatness of Shiloh, Elder Sara did not mention anything about the merger of the Sara clan with the Seven Colored Deer. Rogge sneered in his heart, but on the surface he was naturally sanctimonious. If the old fox didn't mention it, he was naturally not in a hurry.
Although Rogge stayed still, it didn't mean that Androni didn't move either. After teasing the two elf girls, she set her sights on Feilena. In the past few days, she had been almost inseparable from this little elf beauty. The two stood together, their manners elegant and unparalleled. Elves love beauty, and even though Androni is dressed in men's clothing, her appearance firmly overwhelms Felena. How can a little elf girl resist this
Sure enough, the old fox became anxious first. The news that the divine messenger has arrived at the Sala tribe cannot be kept secret for long, otherwise other tribes will give it a hard time at the council of elders, and the weak Sala tribe will not be able to withstand it. Ferena was about to fall under Androni's bold and almost shameless offensive. The elder had hinted this to Rogge several times, but Rogge was just pretending to be stupid. He couldn't help but pretend to be stupid. How could he control Androni
Elder Sara finally lost her temper. If the Sala tribe is eventually merged with the Seven-Colored Deer, Feileina's marriage will be the guarantee of the Sala tribe's status after the merger! Of course, it is good that the Lord God Envoy has taken a liking to Feileina, but that swordsman is just the follower of the God Envoy, and he is a human race. How can he be worthy of the Sara clan, which has the oldest elven bloodline
At dusk on the third day, the elder finally let go of all reserve and went straight in.
The Sala tribe is really not good at fighting, and Elder Sala's obsession with maintaining the inheritance is extremely important. This has finally led to the tribe's current decline, and they actually have to rely on marriage to maintain the tribe's existence. The elder suggested sadly and tactfully, hoping that the divine envoy could put some pressure on the Elders' Council to preserve the oldest and most elegant inheritance of the elves.
Rogge sneered in his heart, "How can you be so advantageous? You won't even say anything for any benefit." At the moment, he just looked at Elder Sarah with a smile and did not answer.
Elder Sarah grinded for a while, but Rogge only had a holy face and began to use official language such as Shiloh to care for every elf. What the fat man was thinking was: "You old guy wants to treat the human race as stupid, but I want to see who is stupid!"
Two more days passed like this, and it was already the sixth day that Elder Sarah had blocked the news about the Divine Envoy. Rogge didn't ask when he would go to the Elder's House at all, but Elder Sara was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. On this day, he once again had a secret conversation with Rogge. He had made up his mind that as long as he maintained the ancient cultural heritage of the elves, he was willing to pay any price!
"Master God Envoy! The inheritance of the Sarah family is only in your mind!" The elder actually knelt in front of Rogge.
Rogge smiled and helped Elder Tala! Hero will look after his followers. I am just a messenger spreading the oracle, how can I influence the fate of the Sala clan? "
"Lord Divine Envoy, as long as you are willing to say a few words for the Sala tribe in the Elders' House or even the Great Elf Temple, the Sala tribe will never be annexed by Qiselu or other tribes! The elves have been annexed for thousands of years. The cultural inheritance will continue. Lord God Envoy, if you can agree to this small request of mine, the Sara clan will become your most loyal subordinates!"
"Since you are unwilling to merge for Qiselu, why are you willing to be loyal to me?"
"The Seven-Colored Deer just want to increase their own power and population. If they merge with them, a hundred years later, they will use education, intermarriage and other methods to completely erase the traces of the Sara clan's existence. But you, sir, are different. You are Hilo As an envoy, only by following you can we, the Sara clan, have real room for development! What’s more...” Elder Sara’s voice turned mysterious, “In my opinion, Sir, you also want to lead our elves to do something great, not just It’s as simple as returning to the Holy Land!”
Rogge's heart was shaken, but his face remained calm. "Elder, Hilo is not an empty god. Likewise, as his messenger, I also have my own opinions and thoughts. Although the noble elves have always regarded honor as their own lives, I still have to ask, what did you just say? Promise, how can you make me believe it?”
Elder Sarah looked solemn and took an oath in the name of Shiloh. When he talked about what he would do if he broke his oath, Rogge suddenly interrupted: "Elder, you should swear by the fate of the entire Sara clan. Only with such piety can Shiloh listen!"
The elder's face suddenly turned white, and he was completely stunned by Rogge's sudden viciousness. If he swore by himself, for the sake of the future of the Sala clan, the worst he could do was to die. However, judging by the fate of the entire Sala clan, it is completely different.
But the situation at this moment did not allow him to have too many choices. He also had a lucky idea in his mind that Hilo's envoy would not harm Hilo's most loyal believers.
After Elder Sarah finished his oath, Rogge's attitude towards him became much more cordial. But Fatty, who did not believe in gods and demons, always had doubts about the binding force of the oath. He would also look for another opportunity to tie the Sala clan tightly to his chariot.
At this time, news came that an unprecedented number of orcs had once again gathered outside the Sala Pass. It only took three days to rush to the territory of the Sala tribe. After listening to the spies' report, Elder Sarah couldn't help but frown. Judging from the news sent back by the gryphon archers, the number of orcs gathered this time exceeded a thousand, and they were still gathering. What's even more frightening is that an extremely ferocious and dangerous race like the Cyclops also appears among the orcs!
The Cyclops can throw a ten-pound boulder hundreds of meters into the air. A small stone can be thrown higher and farther, which is the nemesis of the Griffin Knight. In the past, the Sala tribe had been relying on the gryphon knights' continuous aerial arrow strikes and relying on the geographical advantages created by the ancient trees of elven warfare to be able to resist the orcs for many years. Now that the Cyclops has joined the orc camp, the gryphon can only fly above a hundred meters. Arrows shot from such a height are much less of a threat to the thick-skinned orcs.
With the enemy at hand, Elder Sara no longer bothered to call the envoy, and hurriedly made arrangements to deal with the enemy.
During the two days when the Sala tribe was preparing intensively for war, Rogge was not idle either. He looked around at the elves' preparations for war, helped whenever he could, and asked if there was anything he didn't understand. Since the Lord God Envoy asked, all the elves told him everything they knew. In just two days, Rogge had a general understanding of the elves' war methods. He also taught the elves with the military knowledge he learned from Ofiloch, allowing the Sarah tribe to once again appreciate the profoundness of the envoy.
What interested him was the charming female elf priest Zhaoye. She relied on the magical power of the ancient elf tree to cast seeds and sow seeds in a piece of land rich in magic. In half a day, dozens of seedlings grew up. At this time, elves will take these saplings and plant them at the Sala Pass. After a few hours, the seedlings grew into giant war plants. Some are tree walls, some are man-eating trees, and some tower into the sky with their branches and leaves stretching out, just like a natural arrow tower.
It seems that in less than two days, a brand new small fortress will appear at Sala Pass. It's just that these magics consume a lot of magic power. Every time a batch of saplings grow, Zhao Ye is sweating and his face is pale. He has to go back to rest for a long time and wait for the magic power to recover.
But Rogge counted and counted, and found that only one hundred and fifty people from the Sara clan could go on the battlefield. How could they resist the orc army outside? He now knows the strength of the orc army clearly, because Androni is the best scout.
The orcs have invaded on such a large scale this time, and the Seven Colored Deer Tribe, who are always paying attention here, will definitely not let it go. It was them that Rogge was waiting for. If the Seven-Colored Deer failed to get involved as he wished, then he, the divine envoy, would have no choice but to escape with the survivors of the Sala tribe. Anyway, with Androni here, he didn't worry about safety.
In the past two days, Elder Sarah convened four or five meetings with magicians, priests, and Balang to discuss strategies to retreat from the enemy. Rogge was also present. But he had other plans and was confident that he would not interfere with the elves' arrangements for war.
Just when the orcs were still one day away from the Sarah Pass, another news that surprised and delighted Elder Sarah and Rogge came at the same time. The five hundred warriors of the "Seven Colored Deer" tribe, led by Huron and two elders, have arrived at the territory of the Sala tribe. Facing the catastrophe, Elder Sarah no longer dared to be stubborn and had to go out to welcome the arrival of the 'Seven Colored Deer' troops.
A group of elves sat down in the Sara tribe meeting hall. At this moment, Elder Sara had no choice but to introduce the divine envoy Rogge to the two elders of the Seven Colored Deer Tribe and Huron. The faces of the leaders of the Qiselu tribe are naturally as ugly as they can be. It’s just that the orc army will attack the door tomorrow. It’s really not difficult at this time to ask the Sara tribe what their intention is to hide the divine envoy secretly.
Elder Feili of the Qiselu tribe became more and more annoyed as he thought about it. The Sala tribe was the first to welcome the divine envoy, naturally wanting to curry favor and use the divine envoy's influence to prevent the fate of being annexed by the Seven-Colored Deer. Now this divine envoy has been hidden by the Sara tribe for who knows how many days. It is hard to say whether some agreement has been reached. He became more and more annoyed. He put aside the war issue on the spot and sarcastically criticized Elder Sarah.
Elves are graceful creatures. Even when they were sarcastic and sarcastic, their speech and behavior were very elegant and noble. The language used is also very elegant. On the surface, it is full of flowers, but on the ground, there is a hidden edge. The true meaning inside often needs to be thought about carefully to understand the viciousness.
This quarrel suited Rogge to his liking and opened his eyes. Because the fat man had to maintain his status as a divine envoy, he always sat upright, looking enigmatic and silent. But secretly, he was trying his best to learn the elves' way of quarreling. This calm and smokeless scolding would be the most powerful weapon in future debates in the House of Lords.
The elves quarreled at the meeting, but the fight tomorrow was inevitable. After the quarrel, we still have to get together seriously to study strategies and tactics. The tactics of the elves are very simple. Since the orcs have always simply swarmed up, then use the ancient war trees in the Sara Pass to kill the orc pioneers as much as possible. Then the three wetland flying dragons of the Seven-Colored Deer tribe will take the lead, and Huron will lead the elves in the forest. The cavalry then charged and defeated the orcs in one fell swoop.
The wetland flying dragon is more than ten meters long. It is huge in size, has rough skin and thick flesh, and has four pairs of fleshy wings on its back. It can fly short distances. It is a powerful war beast. They are not afraid of the Cyclops's stones, and they are difficult to be hurt by ordinary orcs. This is exactly what the Qiselu tribe relies on.
Rogge listened and just sneered secretly. Maybe the orcs were easy to deal with in the past, but this time it will definitely be different. If you want to subdue an arrogant race like the elves, you must first beat them hard, knock them down, and force them into a corner before they can honestly listen to your own mercy. Therefore, Rogge would never provide advice on their strategies and tactics, nor would he tell the elves what the danger ahead was. Wetland dragon? Although Rogge has never seen them, he already knows the advantages and disadvantages of these giant war beasts from the mouths of the Sala elves. There were only three wetland flying dragons, which could not pose any threat to Rogge's plan.
The meeting was coming to an end, and Elder Feili, the leader of the Qiselu tribe, politely asked Rogge to express his views. Rogge thought about it carefully, smiled slightly, stood up, and glanced at the elves enigmatically.
"God says that whoever believes in him will win." Rogge's magnetic voice echoed in the hall.
With the blessing of the divine messenger, everyone present was beaming with joy. However, Rogge immediately said something again.
"Whoever despises the power of God will be punished. The punishment will be seen immediately before his eyes."
After saying that, Rogge turned and left the hall.
The next moment, a vine in the hall suddenly withered and turned into a dry vine.
There was silence in the hall.
Rogge drained the life force of the vines by sucking blood crystals, which did not belong to any magic. He also used his mental power to erase all the magic fluctuations on the vines. There was no need for anyone in the elves to see what he was doing. hands and feet.
Regardless of whether they are elves or humans, they always like to use miracles to explain things they cannot understand. Especially those related to divine messengers. What else is it if it’s not a miracle
Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes focused on Elder Sara. The divine envoy suddenly said this without any hesitation, and showed the great power of the divine power. There must be a reason for everything. The reason for this, needless to say, was Elder Sara who dared to hide the divine envoy secretly. How else to explain where the envoy of God came from to be so popular
Elder Sara stood firm and said nothing under the sharp gazes of the two elders of the Qiselu tribe. In fact, he had nothing to say. These days, he was afraid of doing something wrong when greeting the divine envoys. If he were not afraid of being disrespectful to the divine envoys, he would have offered up the beautiful women of his clan.
The elven elders were in a stalemate for a while, and finally broke up unhappy. As soon as everyone left the hall, Huron's expression changed immediately, and Elder Sarah was also complaining.
Against the background of the setting sun, Androni looked like an angel who had fallen into the world, and for a time almost took away all the brilliance around her. She hugged Fei Leena and walked over in a serious whisper.
"Who are you! How dare you touch my Huron's fiancée!"
The extremely angry Huron unsheathed his long sword, and white magic light danced on the blade, which was obviously not ordinary. He shouted loudly, flicked his wrist, and the long sword exploded into an afterimage in the air, forming a huge six-pointed star and flew towards Androni.
Androni was stunned for a moment, then a sneer appeared on her lips.
A bolt of blue lightning suddenly exploded, and the dazzling light immediately made the elves present close their eyes involuntarily. Huron's long sword flew up to the sky with its sword drawn, while Androni lazily hugged Frena, even though the starry sky was still unsheathed, she just rested it on Huron's neck.
"Who are you? Dare to attack me?" Androni's beautiful big eyes narrowed in an extremely charming manner. Rogge knew that this was a sign that the young lady had murderous intentions. He hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Put your sword away! Don't accidentally hurt the distinguished guests of the Seven Colored Deer Tribe!"
Androni stared at Rogge dangerously, then reluctantly sheathed her sword and said coldly: "Next time someone dares to draw a sword on me first, I will treat it as a duel." Invited!" After saying that, he walked away.
Ferena's expression changed drastically when she saw Huron, and she wanted to break free, but Androni's arms were suddenly as hard as stone. How could she push away? Because Huron has announced that if he wins the sacrificial meeting, he will marry Feilena. According to the tradition of the elves, Feilena cannot have an affair with anyone during this period until the competition at the sacrificial meeting is over. Androni didn't know that she had violated the taboo of the elves. Rogge also didn't know that the elves had this habit, but he already felt something was wrong.
Huron was shaking all over, staring at Androni's background, wanting to pounce, but knowing that he was no match.
"Andre is my guard. He is not familiar with the traditions of the elves, and he has nothing to do with Miss Felena." Rogge said lightly and stopped in front of Huron.
Veins appeared on Huron's face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Master God! What are you talking about? Is this a trivial matter? My fiancée was molested, is this a trivial matter? He has insulted my honor, and he must pay accordingly. The price!”
"Then what do you want? A duel? Or lead your tribe's warriors to round him up?" Rogge asked.
One sentence froze Huron there.
To fight Androni would be to die. But it is not feasible to lead soldiers to round up such a thing, but the Lord God Envoy is here and will never sit idly by. If he insists on having his own way, not to mention whether the God Envoy will agree or not, even Elder Philip will never agree. The Sara clan cannot bear the consequences of offending the oracle who has upheld the oracle of return for thousands of years.
Huron struggled internally for a long time, and finally his sense of honor defeated his reason. He roared angrily: "I want a duel!" The flying elephant Androni jumped up.
Androni still moved forward slowly, as if there was no elf Huron behind her. But her long hair suddenly flew up in the wind.
Rogge sighed, raised his hand and pointed at Huron, and five magic missiles shining with bright red light suddenly flew over. The elves around were shocked! Although the magic missile is only a first-level magic, Rogge raised his hand and walked out without chanting a spell or making a gesture. This is clearly the style of a great mage!
Although Huron was furious, he was still a thirteenth-level archer. He suddenly fell to the ground, and magic missiles flew past his back.
Rogge smiled and held his hands motionless, but his mental power unknowingly pulled the magic missile.
The magic missile turned a corner and flew back again!
Huron was shocked. He used his hands and his whole body rose into the sky.
Rogge stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air, his eyes flashed with silver light, and shouted: "Get down here!"
Rogge's mental energy was everywhere, and Huron only felt an invisible big hand pulling his feet. A strong force came, and Huron, who was flying upwards, suddenly turned downwards and fell heavily to the ground.
Five magic missiles flew at just this moment and hit Huron. It was filled with smoke and dust for a while.
The elves watching were silent. All this is far beyond their understanding.
Elder Feili hurried forward, pulled the disgraced Huron back, and bowed deeply to Rogge.
"Master God Envoy, the orcs are facing a powerful enemy, and we, the Seven Colored Deer Tribe, know our priorities. It's just that the elves in the Central Mountain Range now have some traditions of their own, so my useless son has offended Master God Envoy. Please forgive me. Don't worry about it, protect us and win the war tomorrow."
Rogge was very surprised. This Feili was so forbearing and should not be underestimated.
"Elder Feili, Shiloh will definitely protect us. In tomorrow's battle, the elves will win."
Feili bowed low, thanked Rogge for his blessing, and led the Seven-Colored Deer troops to prepare for the war with the orcs.
Groups of nervous elf warriors passed by Rogge. He smiled and said blessings to each elf warrior who asked for blessings, but unclean thoughts kept spinning in his mind.
"If the elves have gods, do the orcs also have their own gods? Whoever wins and who loses between the two tribes may be the result of the battle between the two gods. It seems that the elves did not choose the right god for themselves. We would have lost so miserably a thousand years ago. Our human race is much smarter. We have the blessing of the highest-ranking Supreme God, so what are we afraid of? Just look at the current situation of the elves and you will know that that bullshit Hilo seems to have limited abilities. Very." (Quanben Novel Website www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)