But it's no wonder, after all, this is an elemental magic that can be compared to legendary spells, only a legendary-level wind elemental priest can obtain the qualification to learn, and it is normal for ordinary adventurers not to know.

But the ordinary adventurer doesn't know, it doesn't mean that the owner of the plug-in doesn't know.

"This is a magic given by the Wind Elemental Lord, and usually only the most sincere Wind Elemental Priest can cast this spell after reaching the Legend." Shoxu followed Reiner deeper into the mountains as he explained to the curious Ash and the others.

"But it's clear that our Legendary Excellency is not a true Wind Elemental Lord believer." A barbarian adventurer with muscles exploding.

"That's right, not even a believer, not a believer in any god." Positive prologue.

"And how was he able to cast that spell just now, and it looked like it was so easy?" Another tall half-blood elf kicked and then questioned.

The succession of questions was not only addressed to Reiner, but also to the Order.

After all, it's a bit difficult to get the leaders of the Adventurer's Guild, who are almost all above the quasi-legendary level, to trust a player who looks like he might have just touched the pseudo-legendary side.

So Zheng Xu just smiled, and then continued as if he hadn't heard anything: "Speaking of which, this legendary divine technique is also a wonder, you must know that the two wind elemental lords before and after, whether they are Arcadi or Orakir, are the kind of gods who rush to destruction, or in other words, except for Gu Lanba, the other elemental gods are extremely strong destructive gods, and it is difficult to see defensive spells even in the basic spells, not to mention that this legendary-level divine art is actually defensive." ”

"But the only advantage is that this is a continuous spell that will protect the caster as long as the caster does not fall unconscious or die due to mental exhaustion. Just like now......" Shoxu looked at Reiner, who was sweating profusely in the distance.

Obviously, this legendary powerhouse must have endured unimaginable consumption and torture, after all, Reiner is still an ordinary person physically, but it is those eyes and bloodline that give him great strength.

If you look at it from the aspects of magic power or spiritual power, it is completely inferior to the legend of the orthodox legal system, because in terms of the degree of accumulation, it is not a level at all.

But that's enough for the Alliance and the Order, as they're not really far from the Goblin King's main camp.

When Reiner couldn't help but unleash this magic spell, Zhengxu and the others saw the familiar mountain peak for the first time.

"The King of Goblins is here?" The half-elf who didn't trust him quite a moment just now asked.

"At least the last time we visited, this was indeed the place where the Goblin Leader was, and where your fellow man fell." Zheng Xu glanced at the strange half-elf and said.

Hearing this, the half-elf's face changed, and at the same time, he said unusually firmly: "That's not my compatriot, half-elf and pure-blood elf have never been siblings, no matter what kind of pure-blood elf!" ”

Hearing this, Zhengxu also shrugged his shoulders to show noncommittal, and then suddenly remembered something and stretched out his hand to point to the enemy who appeared in the distance and said, "Okay, then I think you can prove your belief for us, your opponent has come out." ”

"Of course! I'll prove to you that half-elves are far more powerful than those old-fashioned purebloods! The half-elf glared at him fiercely, then grabbed the bow and arrow from his back and rushed in front of the fallen elf.

"Does this guy have a big grudge against the other side?" Nedri asked, curious, she really didn't understand the point of such an act.

But this only proves that this big foodie doesn't care much about the background of the game, and he may not even have read the introduction to the game race.

Because anyone who has watched the opening animation before entering the game knows that although the half-elves are descendants of elves and humans or other humanoid races, neither side recognizes their legitimate status, and they also extremely hate their origin race.

And among them, the arrogant elves are the object of their hatred the most.

The reason for this is probably that among all the source races of half-elves, pure-blood elves have the strongest talent, and the average strength of individuals is also the strongest.

In a mood that could be jealousy, almost all half-elves will find their parents' pure-blood elves when they reach adulthood and kill them brutally by any means they can.

As the half-elf just said, they want to prove that the half-elf is far more powerful than those old-fashioned pure-bloods!

But most of the time, this jealousy 'patricide' plot doesn't end well for the half-elves.

Because strength will never deceive people, no matter how jealous you are, no matter how much you complain about the injustice of the world, you can't change the absolute gap in strength and talent.

It's like the current half-elf adventurer who is full of anger and jealousy, even with the strength of a quasi-legendary, the class level of a level 16 ranger, a level 10 swift scout, and a level 7 magic archer still can't escape this natural talent gap.

Of course, in fact, sometimes whether the strength is strong or not depends more on which thigh you choose the day after tomorrow.

Obviously, the Fallen Elf's thighs were a little thicker.

No, it should be ten times thicker.

A half-elf shooter who learns diligently through himself.

A pure-blooded forest spirit who has been chosen by the god of hunting and has passed the test of bathing in divine grace.

Which one is more powerful, there is no doubt at all.

Therefore, although Phyllis, who was in charge of the command, agreed to the request of the half-elf to almost die, it was not surprising that the half-elf was torn apart not long after the battle began, and the flesh and blood of his whole body became the nourishment of the fallen elf and this blood mist.

"Ahh It's been a long time since we've eaten something so delicious, and thanks to the great King of Predators, who has given us unparalleled strength to hunt and bestowed upon us the noblest food. Praise the hunt! ”

The pitch-black Fallen Elf sighed, as if no one was around, as if all he was looking at was a pile of delicacies ready to play with and bring to his mouth.

"But I never thought that these damn mongrels would have such a wonderful taste, and it looks like a very powerful mongrel among mongrels." The Fallen Elf tilted his head and said with an intoxicated expression.

"This guy is the Fallen-Fallen you were talking about?" Ash, the only one who didn't know about this guy, asked.

"yes, isn't that surprising?" Zhengxu said with a smile.