The Prophet always stood up at the most critical time to play the round, and Shadow Mo also felt the pain coming from his body, and knew that now was indeed not the time to ask these questions, so he immediately sat down and began to heal his wounds.

However, Zheng Ming has a bad taste and thinks that it is estimated that the prophet has caused some psychological shadow to Yingmo that can make him so obedient, not only for Yingmo but also for him.

After hearing the prophet's advice, Milian was the quickest to act, and galloped in one direction without looking back, followed by the old prophet.

No one cares if the seriously injured Yingmo will die here, Zheng Ming and Yingmo staggered by and said to him coldly, "I can tell you how I did it, when you come to me after your injuries heal, you should know how to find me"

As the words fell, a glimmering bead ejected back from the depths of the woods, which was firmly grasped by Zheng Ming in his hand, and then he no longer paid attention to the condition of Yingmo, and followed without looking back.

"Elven Son......"

The night gradually covered the devastated forest, the smoke rose, and the shadow ink disappeared in its place, leaving only blood donations all over the ground.

......

By the time Zheng Ming and his party arrived at the Elven Holy Land, it was already early in the morning, and because all the elves were sent out to patrol, no one found out that a human had entered the station.

The prophet told him that the identity of the human race is easy to solve, and the elves themselves have developed potions that can mutate into other races, but what race they mutate into depends on their physique.

The holy place of the elves was the place where the elves had been worshipping before, and they let the dim light shine on their faces, and their hearts were completely immersed in the holy solemnity of the sacred tree.

In the past, Huaxia also had the legend of this elf sacred tree, and when something that originally seemed to him to only exist in myths and legends appeared in front of him, he was a little incredulous.

As the prophet said, the sacred tree has fallen, and the majesty and vicissitudes of life are still pushing the elves forward, conveying to each elf the faith that they have struggled to hold on to in this desperate situation.

This is their pride, the existence of following and guarding all their lives.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ming involuntarily combined his hands and bowed to his knees.

Milian enjoyed Zheng Ming's pious attitude towards the sacred tree, and simply forgave Zheng Ming for his unreasonable behavior towards her in the forest, and then walked forward with the prophet and knelt down side by side with Zheng Ming.

"Elven Son, you're finally here"

An ethereal sound was heard in the darkness, and then spread throughout the forest.

This voice seemed to penetrate directly into the brains of all the elves, and for a while, it caused bursts of exclamations in the forest.

The title of the Holy Son is too important to the elves, the old prophet once predicted the existence of the Elven Holy Son, and now the appearance of the Holy Son represents the hope of the continuation of the Holy Tree, which has to make them feel ecstatic.

After the ecstasy, the shadows began to move in the forest, and all the elves gathered for the resort at the first time, forgetting the queen's dispatch.

Others may not know where the voice comes from, but Milian, who prays to the sacred tree all year round, is very familiar with the voice of the Tao.

Sure enough, the prophet seemed to know about this matter for a long time, and continued to bow down quietly.

Zheng Ming was surprisingly calm, the prophet had told him the prophecy about the elven body before, and it was reasonable for such a thing to happen.

In fact, the main reason is that he has no concept of such a thing as the transmission of the sacred tree, which is why he can be so calm and relaxed, but this makes him more interested in the prophet next to him.

"When you get drunk with this prophet one day, you must let him help you see your future" Originally, he was a little disappointed that he didn't find the book, but now that the prophet's prophecy has been confirmed, his desire for that book is not so heavy, after all, this is a humanoid prophet, the kind of fortune teller who doesn't need money.

"Here you go, this is the mutation potion I said before, you drink it quickly, it is estimated that all the clansmen are rushing here now, and it will be troublesome to see your appearance" Milian patted Zheng Ming's shoulder, which made him come back to his senses from yy.

He knew what Milian meant...... But this bottle of black potion ...... Can you really eat it......

"Don't worry, although the mutation potion doesn't look good, the effect is really genuine, and others may not be able to get it if they want it" Seeing Zheng Ming's hesitant look, Milian could see that he didn't believe that this was a mutation potion.

Hearing Milian's explanation, Zheng Ming gritted his teeth and swallowed the black mutation potion directly.

Zheng Ming's original brocade brows were stretched, the taste of the potion was indeed quite different from its disgusting appearance, there was a burst of sweetness coming from the entrance, there seemed to be thousands of ants wriggling under the skin, but there was no pain that body transformation should have, the whole process was placed on the massage chair, and the whole body was numb.

The prophet sensed that there had begun to be a crowd of people around, and it was estimated that all the clansmen would arrive in a few minutes, and it seemed that it would take some time to look at Zheng Ming's appearance.

I saw that with a wave of his hand, a huge white light shield was propped up outward with the sacred tree as the center, and the animals that were originally inside the light mask were also pushed to the periphery.

It's not that he doesn't trust his people, it's just that Zheng Ming's identity is too vulgar, and if he is peeped at by the outside world, it will be a catastrophe.

The prophet looked at Milian after casting the spell, and Milian sat down on the ground in tacit understanding, continuously sending energy to the isolation mask, which became thicker and thicker, and by the time the people arrived, they could no longer see the situation inside.

"Mi Xiu, what did he mutate in the end" Looking at Zheng Ming lying on the ground calmly, if it weren't for the continuous changes in her body, she would almost think that Zheng Ming was asleep.

The old prophet's eyes released colorful colors, an unknown energy in the void faintly fluctuated, and the current prophet gave people an illusory texture, clearly seeing that he was here, and when he wanted to touch it with his hand, he felt that he was in the distant future.

"Elf"

A few seconds later, the Prophet spat out these two words, much to Milian's surprise, and if it was indeed as the Prophet had discovered, then the rest would have been much easier.

Milian and the two waited patiently, Zheng Ming had successfully mutated a pair of pointed ears, and it must be almost over.

......

"You have heard it too, I have heard that the Son has appeared"

"No, I was shocked to hear the news all of a sudden."

"When the Son comes, the sacred tree is saved"

Outside the isolation hood, each thick tree trunk was full of elves, and they couldn't see what was happening in the Holy Land, but they thought that it was necessarily related to the arrival of the Holy Son that they had heard before.