"Your name is Albenstock? Congreve spoke, and Al, who was concentrating on eating, did not reply.

"Aren't you afraid of your future fate?" said Congreeve again.

"Afraid," Al replied honestly.

Seeing that Al said he was scared, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're a friend of the Harvest Church, why are you so cruel to those druids?"

"Do you still want to be kind to cults?" Al, who was not good at words, sneered, because his appearance was young, and his words were so harsh.

"We are druids, children of nature! The other female elf, Druid, who had been stabbed, spoke angrily.

Al wisely didn't open his mouth to argue with these madmen. Of course, it's best to be alive, why provoke these people.

"Anvi, it's really Mansfield's fault. Just now there was news from the Harvest Church that it was the believers and civilians who guarded them that Al was considered a friend of the Church."

Ann Wei snorted, turned her head and said no more.

"This matter is the fault of our Forest Council, and while it expelled Mansfield from the Forest, it left you in trouble. Thankfully, we arrived. ”

Seeing that Al still didn't open his mouth to eat, he asked another serious question.

"Who did you learn your druid's Transfiguration from? ”

Al's heart suddenly sudden, he already felt strange, a level eleven druid chased and killed him, how could there be so many great druids.

Now that Congreve has officially raised it, Al feels that this is the problem, Rob has said that they Spencer sent the druids to not deal with the other druids. But looking at the posture, where is it not dealt with, it is simply a deep hatred.

Against him, a second-level minor mage dispatched four archdruids, and it seemed that their respective sects were not the same, but their attitude towards the Starch Spencer Druids was surprisingly consistent.

"I went out on a trip and met a druid and exchanged spells with him. "On this life-and-death issue, Al did not stubbornly refrain from speaking.

"How many spells were exchanged?" "Just two, a little raccoon, and a crow." "What's his name?" "Rob, he says his name is Rob"

The four of them looked at each other, the spells of the Starch Spencer Druids were never taught easily, and their disciples were all true ones in a million. Kill 10,000 people, leaving only the one with the strongest desire to survive. They believe that nature is ruthless, survival of the fittest, self-evolution, and that the weak have no right to live, and that their own survival is the grace of nature, and their own lives are above all else.

Therefore, there was once a big news that opened the door to the abyss to serve the demons and cleanse the world, because of this scandal was surrounded by all the druids and hated by the civilized society, the Starch Spencer Druids who came out to practice were at least level eight, and they were all powerful and powerful, and there were many means.

This is also where they wondered, if Al was really a Starch Spencer Druid who came out to practice, the weakest one could flip Mansfield over many times with one hand, and there was no time to summon them.

"Let the Holy Oak decide. Congreeve didn't know what to do with this kind of apprentice who had learned the two spells of the Starch Spencer Druid, and he didn't know if Al really only learned these two spells, and if he learned the ideas of the madmen of the Starch Spencer Druids, it would not be a good thing for the world. If not, his life and death cannot be easily decided.

Although Al wondered why they were so closely chasing the so-called Starch Spencer Druid, they did not speak, and Al sat by obediently as a prisoner.

All five sat and didn't speak, or maybe they were communicating in a way that Al didn't know.

The three moons in the sky intertwined and rose into the sky, and the four druids suddenly opened their eyes, waking up the sleeping dazed Al.

"Is your friend here?" Al blinked confusedly at Congreve, because there were four great druids guarding him, and Al, who had been out for almost a year, had a rare good night's sleep.

"Friend?" Al looked around strangely in the pitch black, but saw nothing.

"What friend?"

As Al's words fell, dark shadows stepped out from behind the trees. In the darkness of the night, there seemed to be only a pair of scarlet eyes.

Al was taken aback.

"Dark Elves??"

"Say what you mean, Drow!" The four of Congris were shrouded in the phantom of a huge tree with flourishing foliage, and Al was also in it, and Masaki, who was sleeping, was awakened, and he felt more and more energetic, and the fatigue of magic extraction and natural punishment was being cleared little by little.

"We have no intention of offending the Forest Council, hand over this little mage to us, and we will leave immediately. ”

"Heh, when did you black skins speak so kindly. Elf Anvi scoffed.

The Dark Elves were separated from the Elven Society, and there have been numerous blood feuds between the two races, and even the Dark Elves hunted the surface elves as a sacrifice to please their spider gods. At this moment, Zhuoer actually spoke in a good voice, how could Anwei let go of the opportunity to mock these filthy distant relatives.

Even if they were ridiculed as black skins by their blood relatives on the surface, the dark elves were silent, waiting for the answer of the Grand Druid Congris.

"Do you know the Dark Elves?" Congris asked Al, who was hiding among them.

"I don't know, I just came out on an adventure not long ago. "I don't know why these drows are looking for him, but do you need to think about going with the druids of the neutral and good camp or with the dark elves who are notorious for being cruel and murderous?

"Oh, little Al, I'm so sad you say that. We only met the day before yesterday," a dark elf swayed out of the darkness, a soothing smile, an evil wildness, and a palpitating beauty.

"Lady Anas?" Al was taken aback in disbelief, and quickly took two steps back in fear. The Faulkners didn't smile properly when they saw him that day, and this errand was inexplicable, and now they brought so many dark elves to him.

Anas teased the serpent's whip that wrapped around her like a living thing, "No, you should call me, Pastor Anas"

"The head whip of the six-headed serpent, a high-ranking priest of the spider queen. Little one, could it be that you are some prince of the Underground Kingdom?" Kangris teased Al, not caring in the slightest about the High Priesthood and so many Dark Elves.

In the forest, druids don't need to fear any enemies.

"Aren't you a believer in the Dancing Lady? Priest of the Spider God Queen?。。。。 Where's Mr. Faulkner?" asked Al, remembering something.

"Oh, my dear Faulkner, of course he's with me, I love him so much. "Anas's serpent's whip slowly unfolded a tray with the head of Archmage Mr. Faulkner.

Anas lovingly kissed the ashen Faulkner's head as if her lover were still alive.

Al's goosebumps are coming out.