The prophet's words, to put it mildly, made Hum Tuolei swallow all the words back into his stomach, and he finally retreated. Not only that, but the two simple words of the prophet have won the support and loyalty of the entire Druid tribe, which is not ordinary. Looking back at the human being, the Prophet felt a hint of surprise in his heart.

"When death is approaching, it is rare to be so calm, such a backbone human being." The Prophet stared at Han Bo in surprise, his own threat did not play a role in the slightest, because his eyes were still as calm as ever, a pair of black pupils, as if there was a deep ink condensation under his eyes, and he couldn't see through his heart at all. The golden light of the fire shone on his face, and one could see a sad and indignant look on his cold and arrogant handsome countenance. "It's just a pity he's a human." The Prophet sighed in her heart, and she had to admit that this human not only had a good-looking face, but he also had the pride of a descendant of the Lol Cardin.

"Human, you've earned my respect, but that doesn't change the outcome. Humanity is an ungrateful and despicable race, and you must pay the price for what you do to the blood clan, and the hatred of exterminating the race cannot be erased even if it has been 10,000 years! The originally soft voice became more and more trembling later, although Han Bo couldn't understand what the other party was talking about, he could feel the hatred and killing intent contained in the other party's tone very depressed.

"Oh no, this is going to kill me." Han Bo secretly screamed badly, but he was helpless. All he could do was stare at the other man's pair of towering breasts that rose and fell violently, and he wanted to step forward and scratch them a few times.

Two natives of the Druids put a bundle of firewood at his feet, poured a large basin of unidentified liquid with a pungent smell, lit a torch from the brazier, and looked like they were about to roast themselves alive. For most forest druids, the Prophet is the spiritual leader of the entire tribe, and although they cannot understand such an act, they will never question the Prophet. Forest druids are the most benevolent of races. Not to mention the execution of this human being, even if the prophet wanted them to die, they would not hesitate in the slightest.

"My sword, shining with silver brilliance!" Han Bo, who had been prepared, muttered silently. Just as he was about to summon a team of 100 warriors to fight these druid natives, he hoisted a sheepskin prayer in front of Han Bo that almost drove him insane.

It is said that these ancient prayers have a story about the origin of the spirits. Even the Blood Elves didn't recognize it.

But in fact, not only Han Bo would recognize it, but he would also recognize any reincarnation person who pulled him here. It's obviously all Chinese characters.

Han Bo raised his head and looked at the vast starry sky. Let your mind fly, and according to the words above, a melodic "In That Distant Place" howls from your lips, treating everyone under the altar as non-existent air.

"There's a good girl in that faraway place

People walked past her tent

I want to look back and look back

Her pink smile was like a red sun

Her lively eyes

Like a bright moon at night.

I would abandon my possessions and go with her to herd the sheep

Look at that pink smiling face every day

and the beautiful garments of the gilded gold

I would like to be a lamb and follow her

I want her to have a thin leather whip

Keep hitting me gently. ”

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The beautiful melody and the strange syllables that I had never heard before made the eyes of the altar fall all over the place, and although no one could understand what this human was howling, the mood seemed to tell a beautiful story, and there was a trace of tenderness behind this beautiful melody. This strange and complex syllable is unheard of, and it is really a very beautiful melody.

"Wait!" At this moment, the Prophet suddenly spoke up and stopped the druid, who was holding a torch. The originally soft voice suddenly shook uncontrollably. "Yes, it can't be wrong, it's this syllable, it must be!"

Hear the words of the prophet. The Great Elder with a hooked nose was stunned for a moment, followed by a burst of emotion: "Anqi, you are a human being, you can actually understand the words of the elven ancestors, is he?" No way. It's been 10,000 years, it's been 10,000 years. He has always been calm in the face of trouble, and he called out his own sister's name, and he began to become a little incoherent.

Look at the Great Elders and Prophets who have not responded for a long time. The druid with the torch didn't light the fire, nor did he light it, and the dazed pestle was there touching his head like a fool's hat. This situation caused the other Blood Elf Elders and Druids to become monks for a while (confused), and they all turned their heads to look at the Great Elder and the Prophet in confusion.

"Why don't you do it yet?" After howling a song, Han Bo found that all the people were like stupid B, especially the hooked nose of the eagle who looked good, and he looked at himself like a pervert who had not touched a woman for many years, which gave Han Bo goosebumps.

He paused summoning the Lorkadin warriors and waited for that to happen.

"Angel, scroll, quick."

After being called out a few times by the great elder next to him, the prophet who had lost his mind came to his senses. I saw that as soon as she flipped it with one hand, a parchment scroll that was already antique and was about to fall off appeared out of thin air in her hand. The Prophet ignored the crowd, but carefully opened the scroll with trembling hands, and lines of blood-red elven texts gradually appeared before her eyes.

"The tabernacle of Monroe, the goddess of the elves, is everywhere, she dwells with us, she walks with us, our afflictions are about to be saved by the goddess, there will be no more death, no more mourning, no more crying, no more pain, the goddess will never forsake her people, as the lowliest servant of the goddess, I will pray with my soul, I will praise with my soul, follow the prophetic word of the goddess to the blood elves; I will sing with my soul. ”

Han Bo rolled his eyes wildly and listened to the thunder as always, and he didn't move when he heard it (understood). But in the next moment, just as the sky was in ecstasy, there was a layer of goosebumps on him.

"The wind is howling!" The characters were full of Chinese characters and formed a familiar melody that lingered in his ears. "No, it won't." It took Han Bo a long time to come back to his senses, although the other party sang very jerky, but Han Bo could swear that what he heard was absolutely Chinese, and that tone was definitely the song "Defending the Yellow River" that he often sang.

"The horse is barking!"

A funny scene appeared. Han Bo dared to swear that if Brother Yang was watching everything that was happening here at this time, he would definitely fall from his throne with laughter. Han Bo couldn't wait to let out a dry howl in his throat, and while he opened his mouth to testify, a glimmer of hope to live was rekindled in his heart. Han Bo's life creed; As long as there is a glimmer of life, we will never give up easily.

Receiving Han Bo's dry howl, the Prophet's hands trembled even more, and it seemed that it became difficult to even stand up. The Great Elder Hooked his nose supported her and nodded with an encouraging look.

"The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring!" The Prophet continued to sing the ancient incantation in his hand jerkyly, and a tear of mixed emotions was hidden on the ancient parchment scroll.

"It's too easy." Han Bo screamed secretly, and instantly moved to tears. I saw that he no longer had any worries, and continued to pull the's throat and howled all the way. A song "Defending the Yellow River" without musical accompaniment was simply raised by the wind and water of his howl, and the tiger was vigorous.

"The wind is howling, the horses are howling, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring

Hexi Hill is ten thousand feet high, Hedong and Hebei sorghum are ripe

In the midst of thousands of mountains,

There are a lot of anti-Japanese heroes!

In the green gauze tent,

Guerrilla Jin is heroic!

picked up the earthen spear and foreign gun,

Wielding a broadsword and spear,

Defend your hometown!

Defend the Yellow River!

Defend North China!

Defend the ZG!"

"He is. He is ......" The prophet couldn't control his emotions, stared at Han Bo for a while, and fell into the arms of the Great Elder for a while, and the cloak covering his head quietly slipped behind his back, revealing a stunning face that captivated the country and the city.

"It's beautiful!" Han Bo let out a heartfelt exclamation. Gollum swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a pair of angular facial features were instantly ruined by him into a living pig brother statue.

She seems to have grown up in a pure oxygen environment, and her white and tender skin seems to have never been attacked by ultraviolet rays and dust. Her eyes were as clear as a puddle of clear water, which made people pity and couldn't bear to blaspheme, and her sexy red lips and long blood-red waterfall hair added a charming charm.

"Quick. All the elders followed me to the Tree House. The Great Elder hurriedly handed over the prophet in his arms to the two female elders, who were also blood elves. Although the more than ten elders were a little unclear, they also realized the seriousness of the situation from the gaffes of the prophet and the great elder, and they all hurriedly left together.

"Great, Great Elder. This...... Still burn or not? There, the druid with the torch asked, weakly.

The Great Elder turned around and stared at Han Bo for a while, at this moment his gaze became very complicated, and there was a killing intent that could not be concealed in the surprise ingredient, which was really contradictory. He suppressed his agitation a little before he spoke, "Untie him." For the time being, Hum Tuo Lei will take care of it, and if this human has any requirements, he must try to meet them. ”

"That's. However, it can avoid a battle, and in the end, 100 warriors will inevitably challenge a tribe. Han Bo, who was relieved of the altar, saw that he was temporarily out of the danger of being roasted, and suddenly felt that the world was really impermanent, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

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It is said that these druid natives are only good at elven language, and they speak the lingua franca of many races such as humans and orcs, and they speak very lamely.

Basically, Han Bo and Hum Torre didn't talk a few words, and after a few hours, Han Bo felt bored and went to lie down by himself early. It wasn't until night that he slipped out and absconded outside the tribe.

However, just as he was about to leave the tribe, Han Bo suddenly heard the sound of humming Torre behind him. Without saying a word, he dodged through the humble window and into a treehouse beside him.

"It's beautiful!" Through the faint light, Han Bo, who entered the tree house, couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his angular facial features were instantly ruined by him into a living pig brother statue.

The deformed druid didn't notice it, but the sleeping beauty did.

A faint fragrance penetrated Han Bo's nostrils, softening his bones.

"Beautiful, it's so beautiful, it's just not like a person." Han Bo praised it vigorously in his heart, and it seemed that only the mysterious beauty in his impression was comparable.

Sleeping Beauty looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate and vulgar melon seed face glowing with a cold and holy luster, but the two slightly messy strands of hair on the cheeks made the cold cheeks a little seductive, and people couldn't help but have an urge to blaspheme the holy. Her thick eyelashes were lowered, and her lips were pale as watery as water, slightly raised, as if she wanted to attract a kiss.

"This girl is so beautiful! It's much better looking than Xiao Fangke in the neighboring village. Han Bo thought to himself, and a pair of straight eyes involuntarily continued to look down.

The straight blonde hair is casually draped on both sides of the warm fragrant shoulders, and the wisps are so noble and charming! … Her skin was white, as white as an egg that had just been peeled. Han Bo continued to look down his pink neck with reddened eyes, but found that the duck down quilt was half-covered and half-hidden with a touch of white flowers... His heart was beating faster and faster, and he tried his best to control his excessive breathing rate, and an uncontrollable heat rose rapidly in his lower abdomen, and a small tent had been erected somewhere.

The girl suddenly let out a groan and flipped her body, but it almost didn't scare Han Bo out of her heart attack. Fortunately, there are no dangers......

Just when Han Bo had seen enough and was about to take advantage of it, he saw that his expression seemed to be suddenly stimulated by something, and a foot in the air stopped there. Feeling only a piece of white flowers in front of him, Han Bo's brain suddenly fell into a blank. "God, what do you see?" Han Bo, who was blushing and hot, slanted his eyes again at the eiderdown quilt that had been kicked to the ground, and moved up again with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

In the air, a pair of long, watery and well-proportioned legs were so bare, the beautiful lotus feet silently issued a tempting invitation to themselves, and a wonderful sacred place was revealed on the sparse grassland, and two jujube red grains were crowned on the smooth and firm jade peak...... Han Bo's eyes were hazy, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't control his thoughts, and he couldn't take his eyes off, the whole world seemed to be still at this moment.

Smack!

A red nosebleed splattered a bewitching flower of blood on the ground, disturbing everything that was silent and wonderful around them.

"Who?"

Hearing an exclamation, a pair of phoenix eyes suddenly widened, quietly staring at the black figure in front of him, and then Han Bo didn't know, because next, he only saw a white flower volley towards his chest, and flew out of the window. (To be continued......)