Surrounded by wind-shaped and leaf-shaped sculptures, with a statue of the god of wood, Mori, at the center, it is the most conspicuous landmark in the Indigo Forest, compared to the natural wooden houses and tree holes.

Without a single commoner, the Five Elders came to the Mori Altar with several trusted elven warriors.

The ritual that was going to be performed was not to be known to any civilians - the elven warriors were on guard to prevent anyone from witnessing it - because the target of the ritual was to solve the illegitimate daughter of half the blood of the elven king, the moon watcher.

The moonlight shone on the surface of the statue, reflecting the white and milky highlights, and then reflected in Wilmot's old, slightly pensive eyes.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Richards asked, as if urging.

“... It's nothing," Wilmot turned, looking at the four elders, "Let's get started." ”

He already had the result in his heart, although he made a deal with the gods, and the gods would randomly choose the sacrificed souls from the five, but the gods were inclined to him, the oldest and most powerful elf, who would survive for a thousand years, and when he finally thought about his own worth, he couldn't help but fall into a void.

Under the leadership of Wilmot, the five elves each performed a complex chant in an orderly manner, and finally chanted in unison, and the giant magic circle under their feet was like a line of fluorescent ink flowing through, and a trace of it was generated.

The elven soldiers standing on guard glanced nervously at this side, and some swallowed their saliva.

Soon, the circle that almost reached the farthest foot of the soldier was completed.

"We are here to contribute ourselves and ask for your charity." The five elders chanted in unison.

As the words fell, the eyes of the statue of Mori in the center of the circle lit up, indicating that the gods had heard the request, and the five elders all believed that it was from the records of the elven higher-ups. The five elders, who were no more than two thousand years old, had not participated in the ritual of asking for help from the gods.

The huge branch held by the statue in his left hand, and a stone-carved leaf above it turned into a real green leaf, falling from the branch, and the moment it touched the ground, it scattered into a golden point of light, reorganized, shaped, and transformed into the appearance of someone, or some kind of creature.

"Centaur"

All the witnesses, including the five elders, knew the shape of the two-meter-tall creature in their hearts, but no one dared to say it, no matter what, the creature that was about to appear in front of them was a "divine messenger" and had to be respected.

As soon as the horse's hooves stepped on, the light dissipated, revealing a combination of the upper body of the human and the horse, the upper body was a burly man, with long black hair flowing as if in defiance of gravity in the water waves, and his face was handsome and young, no less than the elven warriors present. The dark green eyes are like a sea of flowing stars, exuding a divine brilliance that should not exist in the mortal world, penetrating people's hearts.

He wore an ancient totemic cloth belt on his forehead and held a long-handled saber in an exotic and unknown style, with a turquoise glow.

From the human body to the horse's body, the cover is like a decorative light armor, and it doesn't seem to have much defense.

Looking at all the mortals in front of him dumbfounded, the centaur with a serious and somewhat arrogant expression was the first to introduce himself, otherwise it was difficult to imagine how the mortals would say their position next.

"The supreme god in charge of every forest, every forest, and even every blade of grass in the Three Realms, the god Mori, and his messenger "Ingmar", responded to your prayers to the god Mori and appeared before you."

The self-proclaimed Ingmar voice lagged behind a second later, and all the elves knelt on one knee and said in unison: "Honorable God Ingmar ~ I offer you high respect." ”

"Well," Ingmar nodded, "Say your wishes, mortals, but remember, in exchange for a sacrifice I approve, he will be transformed into a hedron rich in soul magic, which I will offer to the god Mori, and this person will also be killed." ”

"We understand," Wilmot bowed his head respectfully, "we're all ready, let the Divine Messenger choose." ”

Ingmar raised her finger and pointed decisively at Wilmot - this was not expected by all the elders, Wilmot was the most magical elf in the Indigo Forest at the moment.

Wilmot closed his eyes slightly, exhaled imperceptibly, and was clearly determined in his heart the result of death, but when the result really came, there was some indescribable feeling.

"Do as you wish," Wilmot said, as he handed his staff to an elder next to him who was next to him as a legacy.

Before Ingmar's fingers were lowered, a complex sacrificial circle was formed on the ground where Wilmot was kneeling, and the light of the circle instantly swallowed him, and under the terrified gaze of everyone, it collapsed into a colorful hedron and floated into Ingmar's hand - teleported out in an instant, and the hedron went to the land of the gods.

"The Soul Magic Hedron has been handed over to the god Mori, and I can feel that the god Mori is satisfied," Ingmar nodded to the crowd, "Tell me, who are you going to kill." ”

Richards looked up and smiled slyly, for he could finally eliminate the stubborn hidden danger.

"It's best and that's where I want to go..."Before listening to their statement, Ingmar took a deep breath, looked over, and smiled mysteriously, "It's been a long time since I've felt like this, and I haven't felt it last time I came to the mortal realm?" Who is it...? It's so long that I can't remember who it is, it should be a fish that slipped through the net. ”

Ingmar's words to herself made everyone scratch their heads, but no one dared to ask...

The familiar aura of magic came from behind the dragon song who was about to arrive in the sky above the Silver Scarlet City, her hair stood on end, her heart palpitated, and she looked back... Is it a delusion?

It's not a smell, it's not a sound, it's not anything abnormal, it's a strange perception, as if it's the resonance of one's own companions, the Marta people, and the magic of the body, which is often not valued by Long Ge in the environment that the people of the past have been all about.

Are there any other survivors of the Marta people? Long Ge was the first to rule out this possibility, because it was even more likely that it was that man, Ingmar.

Long Ge's sudden flapping of wings fanned a strong air flow forward, forcing his body to stop in the air.

Her brow furrowed, and she hesitated... The resonance of the same clan, instead of moving, suddenly appeared, he could escape, and he had to find him now.

But Long Ge didn't return decisively, she remembered the agreement with Xia Zuo - when she found an old enemy, Xia Zuo would help her and fight together.

Xia Zuo carefully asked Long Ge about the battle situation with the enemy 10,000 years ago, and it seemed that the odds of victory were not high, and Long Ge would face the situation of running out of magic power and petrification.

Now that Long Ge, who has been stagnant in place for 10,000 years, is even more unlikely to be Ingmar's opponent, she calmly realizes this, rather than letting the enemy escape, she should think of a foolproof way, after all, there may only be one chance for revenge, and losing her life means that you can never achieve your plan.

Long Ge gritted her teeth and continued to fly towards Silver Scarlet City, she decided to seek Xia Zuo's help.

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