"King, we haven't found a way to break the enchantment of the Elven Forest yet. Vertex "

In the largest tent in the heart of Death Valley, a large tiger skin was spread on a chair at the head of the room. A strong orc with dark golden hair and beard sat on it, his right hand casually rubbing the gem set in the armrest of the chair, and he listened expressionlessly to the subordinates kneeling below.

"What about the elves you caught hiding in the human city?"

"He hasn't been out lately, and we can't find a chance."

"Hmph."

The leader of the bear clan suddenly snorted coldly, and the vulture who was reporting couldn't help but shudder, and his whole body stiffened.

"It's all rubbish!" The bear leader's hand slapped heavily on the armrest, and the gem that he had been caressing lovingly suddenly cracked in the middle, and half of it fell directly to the ground and rolled slowly to the vulture's feet.

"King! Give us a few more days! We'll be able to bring those elves back! ”

Seeing that the leader of the bear clan was angry, the vulture warrior was not good, and his wings shrunk behind his back drooped weakly, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a shivering chicken.

The leader of the bear clan glared at the vulture warrior for a long time with a gloomy face, then suddenly turned his head and glanced blankly at a man sitting on his side with his head wrapped in a black cloak.

The black cloak ignored the bear leader's gaze and didn't react at all.

Seeing this, a trace of uncertainty flashed on the face of the leader of the bear clan, and he buckled the other half of the gem left on the armrest and smashed it towards the vulture warrior's head.

"Get out!"

The vulture breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly saluted and withdrew from the tent.

"Get out of here, you all shit!"

The leader of the bear clan shouted again, and drove out all the petite orc maids who were waiting for him tremblingly.

"Let the lord see the joke, within half a month, this king will break the turtle shell of the elf and take back the divine stone."

At this moment, there were only two people left in the huge camp tent, the leader of the bear clan and the black cloak, and the bear king Zongjia took a few deep breaths to calm the anger in his chest.

"I'm afraid the bear king is too underestimating the elves, and with the garbage under your hands, twice as much is not an opponent of the elves."

The sound coming from under the black cloak is very indescribable, low and hoarse, magnetic but very magical, there is a feeling of experiencing post-production special effects and reverberation, and I can't tell whether it is good or bad!

The voice is easy to distinguish between male and female, and it is clearly male. But other than that, the black cloak was always too young to be heard, and even after hearing his words, one could not recall what the voice looked like.

The words of the black cloak were straightforward and piercing, and they did not show any mercy to Zong Hunt, which made the latter feel a burst of anger.

But he wasn't done yet.

"If not... How can the Buddha-figure cooperate with you lowly and vulgar bastards? ”

Eh, I'm struggling!

Zong Hunt went up, and his hand clutched on the armrest of the seat, and the force was so great that he directly broke the wooden armrest.

The orcs have always been proud of their bloodline, but at this moment, this black cloak actually calls them mongrel, it's just... Is it tolerable or unbearable!!

"What, is the Bear King dissatisfied with the deity's words?"

The black cloak finally moved, and he turned his head leisurely, and under the hood was an eerie black shadow, only a pair of blood-colored eyes stood out.

“… Can't. ”

The blue tendons on the bear king's forehead burst out, and a rattling sound sounded on his body when the bones moved, as if he was about to burst out and hammer the opponent's chest with a big fist in the next second. However, he just took a deep breath and grinded his teeth and spit out these two words with great difficulty.

To make the aggressive and ferocious orc leader of the bear clan endure to such an extent is enough to see that the identity or strength of the black cloak is something he can't provoke.

"Saying that you waste is waste, and you can't even do such a thing as arresting people." The black cloak's voice was full of mockery, and he glanced at Sogri with a pair of red eyes, raised his arm and waved it in a half-circle in mid-air.

The black cloak arced through the air, and a special effect like ink dripping into the water appeared, and a large black mist appeared in the middle of the tent.

"Come out." The sound of the black cloak is matched with the black fog special effect, which is very ghost-movie.

Sogari's breathing became heavier, and his body sitting on the seat leaned forward slightly, wanting to see the scene in the black mist more clearly.

As he watched intently, a white hand slowly stretched out from it, waving it left and right twice to push away the black qi in front of him. The slender and feminine figure walked out of the black mist, without any expression on her delicate face, and a pair of pale green eyes looked lifeless ahead.

"Elves! No, this is a half-elf? ”

Sogari's eyes couldn't help but widen two points when he saw the person walking out of the black mist, and he watched as the puppet-like half-elf girl moved her limbs under the command of the black cloak, and then her movements slowly became natural and her expression gradually became vivid.

The half-elf girl's mouth opened, and it took many attempts before she could spit out these two words.

She practiced a few more times, and her words were no different from ordinary people. If it weren't for seeing her change a little bit, Zong Jia wouldn't believe that such a delicate half-elf girl had just changed so far.

"Venerable Lord, this" Sogari was surprised, he looked at the black cloak with a shocked expression, and the fear in his heart deepened.

Although he agreed to cooperate with this lord, he was always wary of this mysterious person from beginning to end. The Black Cloak's whereabouts have been under his control for most of the time, but when did he run out and catch a half-elf and come back?

And this half-elf girl looks very weird, is this being controlled?

The fact that this lord can control the half-elves and make her look the same, does this prove that his subordinates can also be controlled?

"Hmph, put away your stupid thoughts, you useless bastards don't deserve to waste demons at all. If it weren't for the fact that those of your subordinates couldn't even catch anyone, why would the deity need to take action himself? ”

The black cloak beckoned, and the half-elf girl suddenly walked up to his side obediently.

With pale blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and pointed ears that are slightly longer than humans but still shorter than those of elves, it is Jasmine.

"Looks like it's blending well." The black cloak looked at Jasmine, satisfied.

"My lord, this girl's strength is too weak." "Jasmine" frowned and spoke.

"It's okay, I didn't intend to let you do it." The black cloak let out a strange laugh and commanded, "Go and control them." ”

With a shake of his clothes, a black space ring fell into Jasmine's hand.