"Could it be that the existence of your elves is very secret?" Zheng Ming only deduced their identities by himself through the characteristics of the two, but he didn't want these two elves to be confused that he knew about the elves, and he couldn't tell them that he knew their identities because there were myths and legends of the elves in another world, and then said tentatively, "Why do you ask this question."

"It seems that you should not know some secrets of the human race, your human race was originally a race that existed for a long time, and it was completely decayed as early as 400 centuries ago, your tribe is also the last race of your entire human race, the human race has been fleeing for many centuries, and during that time our elves did not have contact with the human race, if the oldest record is still lying in the elf clan's scripture pavilion, not to mention that you can accurately know our identity through your face" The old man stroked his beard gently, patiently explained to him, and then glanced at him meaningfully, and then changed the topic, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, I know your name, your name is Zheng Ming, you can call me Mi Lao in the future, I am the prophet of the elf race"

"Mi Lao...... Prophet?" Zheng Ming still recalled the secrets of the human race that the prophet said, and he didn't react a little, but when he heard the old man call himself a prophet, he suddenly cheered up, "Then do you know where You'er went?"

"You'er you said should be your maid" It was not the prophet who answered Zheng Ming, but Queen Milian on the side, after seeing Zheng Ming and looking over, she continued, "I am the Queen of Elves, you must already know this, you can call me Queen Milian" After speaking, he did not forget to raise his eyebrows arrogantly at Zheng Ming.

Milian's understanding of the human race is not a little bit, and it is precisely like this, she feels that Zheng Ming is a little different from those humans, and she does not blame the prophet for not forcing Zheng Ming, in fact, as the prophet said, when he wants to say it, he will naturally say it, after all, the future is long......

After hearing Milian's self-introduction, Zheng Ming, the "Queen of Milian", bowed slightly and made an extremely gentlemanly etiquette, which made Milian's eyes light up, only Mi Xiu was still smirking beside him.

As if sensing his impoliteness, he raised the corners of his robe with both hands, bent his knees, and made a lady's salute in return, and then continued, "We know that you appeared here at the same time, and the little girl thought you were dead, so she built that tomb for you, and it was so convenient to bury you in the woods at that time, she had to bury you here, and I saw that she had dug up her hands...... Poor girl."

"Ahem......" Mi Xiu saw Zheng Ming's more anxious appearance the more he listened, and saw the dear queen there alone and began to talk to herself, and finally couldn't help but stand up and cough lightly twice to interrupt Milian, and then took a clean robe and handed it to Zheng Ming, and continued to answer Zheng Ming's question, "You'er went to the Shadow Clan, at the beginning she didn't even want to tell us her name, and kept begging us to turn her into another Shadow Clan, as for what to do...... We don't know that either."

"Shadow Clan, how does it compare to you elves?" Zheng Ming saw that the prophet didn't say much, and he didn't continue to ask more questions on this issue, after all, it was enough to know that You'er was still alive, and after thinking it through, he took the opportunity to ask about the Shadow Clan.

The Shadow Clan, another unheard of race, reminiscent of the identities of the two elves of Milian, this continent is indeed not just as simple as what you see in the Great Wilderness, Zheng Ming suddenly thought back to the edge of the sky, the figure that almost covered the sun, making people unable to raise the courage to resist at all.

"It was a race that was sealed in the underground world in the past, and the ancient battle caused unimaginable consequences, except for the god-killing clan, the rest of the ancient clans fell into the middle, including our elf clan, and it was the battle where the sea clan's treasure sea heart was lost, and the sealed race escaped from the ground and rushed out of the sea, so that there is the current shadow clan" The prophet noticed that Zheng Ming's seemed to be a little distracted, and he didn't plan to break it, so he continued to preach" Before the ancient battle, everyone didn't know what the underground world was like, and no one in the world of rolling magma thought that there would really be powerful creatures that could survive, until the rise of the Shadow Clan, everyone knew that there was not a strong life in the underground world, but a powerful race, and now the Shadow Clan is already one of the top four races in the world...... One day you'll come into contact with areas beyond the Eternal Night, and you'll need to remember that the ShadowClan's hallmark in this world is assassination, and in their own words, there's no one they can't kill, only the gold they give is enough."

"You said that the god-killing clan is not a race with horns, snake eyes and horses' mouth?" Hearing the title of killing god, Zheng Ming immediately thought of the figure in his heart, and a bold and terrifying idea made Zheng Ming unable to extricate himself, so he eagerly asked, "......"

If it's really him......

"Boy, you don't have to think about it, what you met in the Great Wilderness is the God Killer Clan" The old prophet seemed to be a little tired from speaking, and found a stone and sat down, "I know you have a lot of doubts, I have also seen some fragments of your experience with that girl, you just need to know that we have a common enemy, the sacred tree of the elven clan was destroyed by the killing god, it was he who broke our foundation, and it was you who led the clan to attack, if you let the other races on the road know about the situation of the two of you, the consequences will be unimaginable"

"For what you said, but why should I believe you?" There is nothing wrong with having a common enemy and indeed reaching a cooperative relationship, but it is based on the fact that the strength of the two sides is equal, according to the prophet's statement, he called some of the previous revelations, he can more or less confirm that the prophet and the two are not interested in their human race, but in him as a person, why would the elven race help him so much, if according to what the old prophet said, since the things on his body are so coveted by the god of war clan, isn't it better to tie him up and torture the whereabouts of that thing now, or the violent search memory, too many places are unreasonable。

"Because you are the Son of the Elves, and our future King," the old prophet knelt on one knee when he spoke of the Son again, and his right hand was placed on his left chest in awe, and Miriam was still the old god leaning against the tree, as if he had known about this scene.

Seeing that the prophet suddenly knelt down on one knee, the number of salutes he did seemed to be the number of rituals of the human race, and such a noble prophet had done this step, what else could he not believe...... It's just that the name of the Holy Son is too weird.

"Old prophet, you don't have to be like this, you hurry up, I believe in you" Zheng Ming seemed to think of the clansmen in the Great Wilderness, once upon a time they also did the same ritual to face their father, there are many rituals in the world, but should the number of ceremonies that indicate submission really exist, and I don't know why, Zheng Ming saw the prophet as his clansman in the Great Wilderness at this moment, so he couldn't bear to step forward to help the prophet.

"Unexpectedly, the Holy Son that the prophet said would be a human race" At this time, a black shadow appeared coldly in the dark corner, so that Zheng Ming stretched out his hand to help the prophet suddenly stopped, and immediately after, a cloud of black smoke came out from behind the tree, the black smoke was so thick that it was impossible to see what was inside.

"Are you finally willing to follow me until now?" Milian seemed to be familiar with the comer, and took the initiative to say hello, Zheng Ming saw that the prophet also seemed to have expected it, and after kneeling, he took Zheng Ming's wrist and stood up by himself, and then intentionally or unintentionally blocked Zheng Ming behind him.

"I don't care about your business, this time I'm here to know if my future has changed" The comer seemed to be talking to Milian and the prophet, but he also secretly observed Zheng Ming intentionally or unintentionally, but it was not Milian who answered, but the prophet who stood up from the beginning, "Yingmo, since you know his identity, why bother asking again, he is indeed your glimmer of life."

Hearing them mention themselves again in their words, Zheng Ming also came back to his senses and looked at it, is it another race?

"Oh, is it? I heard that the Terrans hid in the Great Wilderness and were hunted down by the God of War, I want to try, what is the ability of this Terran imp to decide my fate" The black smoke gradually dimmed, and the figure of the one who slowly appeared.