When he woke up again, Barron was amazed.

He originally thought that he would never wake up again, after all, not to mention the spellcaster, there were elven pursuers behind him, according to his understanding of the elves, it would definitely end his life with a knife.

Waking up from a coma in a daze, Barron looked at the dense crowd of human heads around him, the heavy body odor and the stench of the body filled everywhere, and his heart was full of doubts.

It's a wooden building, perhaps once the town hall of a human town, but now a prison, stuffed with humans like canned sardines.

Numerous humans gathered together, eating and drinking the smell of Lazar, this feeling was better than hell, and Barron even felt that he was awakened alive, but man's adaptability was infinite, and he quickly adapted to the smell.

"At least three hundred, no, five hundred!"

As a wizard, Barron was an unscrupulous man of culture, standing up and sweeping his gaze, he roughly estimated the number of people, and also saw the tall and strong figures standing in the doorway through the crack in the door.

Genie!

They were caught by the elves!

Barron's first reaction was not panic, but a surprise!

"Could it be that these elves have finally begun to contain human captives?"

Barron was ashamed of the thoughts that had been born in his heart, but the joy of surviving completely overshadowed them, no one would want to die if he could live, and it was miserable to be a slave, but it was better than being a dead man.

Also, the sudden disappearance of the etheric sea has a huge impact on wizards, and even the battle line with humans has collapsed for thousands of miles, and the situation is reversed in an instant, in this case, it is normal for elves to change their strategy to contain the captives!

Barron felt like he had found the truth of the matter, and a lot of excitement ensued!

Many elves will choose to commit suicide if they fall into the hands of humans, but most of the humans who fall into the hands of elves are killed, which stems from the different racial characteristics of the two races.

For human beings, as long as they are alive, there is hope for everything.

At this moment, Barron also understood that the most important thing for him now was to hide his identity as a wizard!

After experiencing the panic of the sudden disappearance of the Aether Sea at the beginning, now Barron has gradually calmed down, and his absolute trust in the Aether Sea makes him not think that the Aether Sea will disappear out of thin air, this must be the conspiracy of those elves, using despicable means to seal or block the power of the Aether Sea!

But as a wizard, Barron deeply understands the horror of the Aether Sea, even if those elves have a way to shield it for a while, they can't shield it for a lifetime, and the power of the Aether Sea will eventually return, and at that time, it is the death period of these elves!

What he has to do now is to keep the flame of human resistance and lurk for the sake of humanity.

Thinking like this, Barron's heart gradually calmed down, and his movements and expressions began to move closer to the others, fortunately he knew that the wizard would be targeted before he fled, and abandoned his ornate robes and accessories, and now his clothes were dirty and bloodstained.

Soon, the door to the hall was opened, and two elves walked in, fed them some food that was not as good as pig food, and had a bad expression, as if they were always looking for an opportunity to kill a human or two.

It's just that among these humans, those who resisted or would rather die would have been killed long ago, and the rest were as docile as sheep, and Barron hid in them, vividly, but unfortunately did not snatch the food.

After losing his sorcery, his pampered body was as fragile as a pole compared to that of a farmer or a soldier.

"Let's go, get out!"

After eating, the humans were driven out, and then watched by heavily armed elves along the way to a clearing.

Barron could tell that it was supposed to be a farmland, but it was a mess, with countless people using various tools, even their hands, digging ditches as high as people in the ground, and the rest of the people were in charge of leveling, tamping, and busy.

Barron looked over and roughly estimated that there were about two or three thousand of them.

"What the hell are these elves?"

The wizard's curiosity led him to speculate, but he was soon pushed into a ditch by an elf and thrown him with a shovel.

"Dig according to the lines marked on the ground, each one must be deeper than a person, and if it is not completed before dark, all of them will be killed!"

A group of tall elves stared at them viciously, their hands on their weapons at their waists, looking into their gaze, as if looking for a place to lay the knife.

Barron wanted to look at it twice, but when he looked at it, he suddenly saw two elves talking not far away, and his pupils suddenly shrank, and he quickly jumped down the ditch to hide himself.

He could make out the robe of one of the elves, ornate and elegant, marketable among the nobility, the hallmark of a high-ranking spellcaster.

......

On the other side, Moren watched a human who was obviously pampered and pampered disappear from sight, both in terms of movement and skin color, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

When a husky tries to hide in the wolves, it ignores its unique temperament and how conspicuous it looks to outsiders.

"Your Excellency the Moon Spreader, I have done everything in my power to capture these evil humans, but the number and the amount you asked for are still far from enough. ”

Standing beside Morun was a handsome elf wearing a patterned half-length armor and holding a helmet, in fact, from the perspective of human aesthetics, most of the elves were indeed a race of handsome men and beautiful women.

"And we don't have enough food, and we don't have enough people to guard ......"

The elf continued to speak, but his eyes kept falling on Moron's jaw, and his eyes were full of awe, and he didn't dare to look at him at all.

This is a member of an ancient aristocracy among the elves, and before that, even if it is a high-level spellcaster, this elf has at most an equal gaze, and there is no such awe that goes deep into the bone marrow at all.

Thinking of this, Morun couldn't help but look up at the sky, although the sun was shining, he seemed to see the bright moon behind the light, and the cracks on it like eyes.

It was a manifestation of his exploits, and it was also the source of the title Moon Spreader.

In the history of elves, only those heroes who are famous in history, those who have made great contributions, can have their own title, this kind of incomparable honor, just like the conqueror, liberator, windranger, he, or his descendants, can be called: Tirehir Moron - Moon Spreader!

After he escaped the royal court, his exploits were also spread throughout the elven world with the rising moon.

"Don't worry, Lord Druid, I will inherit your will and faith and put an end to the War of Eternal Scars!"

Moren touched his cheek, where there were five different patterns that made up a tattoo of a flower, and looked at the elf with his head bowed silently.

"Go and connect with more companions, like-minded elves!"

"If you want to save our world, the power of elves alone is far from enough!"