"Protoss!?"

The elves of the Ergang clan and the Iruli clan immediately looked at each other, and their eyes fell on Wang Ye's body from time to time. Their expressions were very complicated, because although these three people appeared unreasonably and killed one of their compatriots, but this was more like what the gods they knew should be-

Powerful from above.

Wang Ye also tilted his eyebrows slightly, it seems that the prayer of the Holy Maiden of the three major elf clans has not taken effect, but these God clan soldiers have been late.

He fixed his eyes on the three people with the Eye of Truth, but he felt that a pale blue barrier blocked his vision, and no data was clear.

"Oh?" the long-haired man at the head obviously noticed something: "There is actually a god here, looking at his weak chicken appearance, he is either an exile or a deserter, right?"

"It's so big that my ability to read has not yet reached the upper limit, maybe it's an abandoned child born by a slut, and I guess I came here to eat. The flat-headed man fiddled with the long sword in his hand, his eyes full of teasing.

The elves couldn't help but look in the direction of Wang Ye, in fact, since Wang Ye appeared in the elf clan, many people felt puzzled, after all, the gods they were familiar with almost always directly relied on strength to crush everything, and it was the first time they had seen a god like Wang Ye who organized and trained them to fight on their own.

Now listening to the words of these gods, the questions in their hearts have been answered, but they ......

For some reason, they now feel that a god like Wang Ye is more respectable.

"Brother Zhao Lin, Brother Zhai Hu, the captain let us go back quickly, let's do things as soon as possible. The strong man in the back whispered, don't look at him as a big guy, but he looks more honest than the two in front.

From the direction in which the big man spoke, Wang Ye could probably tell the difference, the long-haired man holding a long-handled knife in front of him was named Zhao Lin, and the flat-headed man with a sword was named Zhai Hu.

"That's a scene, Erdunzi. Zhao Lin glanced back at the big man and said, "Don't you know that the captain also told us to bring a few more beautiful girls back to be cool?"

"Don't say anything else. He smiled and lightly picked up the chin of an Eluri elf beside him: "The quality of these elves is really good. ”

The female elf trembled when she was provoked, but she didn't dare to say anything.

"Okay, who are the holy maidens praying, stand up!" Zhao Lin suddenly said loudly, and the sound was so loud that the entire corridor was shocked.

In the crowd, Elf and Chinkobel trembled, and a holy woman from the Elgang clan also raised her head.

They weakly walked out of the crowd and possessed them.

"Elph, the Holy Daughter of the Tiff Clan......"

"The Iluri Clan's Virgen Gianko Bell ......"

"Elgang Clan Holy Maiden Lallani......"

"I've seen three gods. ”

The voices of the three were as thin as mosquitoes.

"Yo, the elves chose to be the saint and the girl is really outstanding. Zhao Lin squinted his eyes with satisfaction, and said with a lewd smile: "You know the rules, right? ”

"Know...... I know ......," the saints said softly.

"It's good to know. Zhao Lin laughed and said: "It's comfortable to serve Uncle Ben, and naturally there are benefits of your elf clan." ”

Listening to Zhao Lin's words, Wang Ye suddenly realized, no wonder Elph and Tallton looked so strange when they mentioned the gift before, and now it seems that whenever the elf clan prays to the god clan, they must offer the most beautiful elf saint of their clan to sacrifice their body, so as to repay the "kindness" of the god clan.

"So. Zhao Lin put away his smile and pulled out the big knife from the ground: "Say, what is the content of your prayer?"

The three saints looked at each other, and finally, Elgang's representative of the saintess Lallani stepped forward and whispered a brief account of the Moon Clan's invasion of dark magic and the attack and kidnapping of other clansmen.

As he spoke, the infected Lynchet and Tiff pounced on them again, and pieces of ice blades carrying dark energy floated in the air, looking like they were about to fly over.

"Alright, alright. Zhao Lin put his ears on impatiently and glanced at the infected people over there: "Those are the infected guys over there, right?"

"Yes...... But ......," replied Elgang Saint Lallani.

"They're not enemies! they're all our captured people, save them, God," Elph hurriedly added.

"Save?" Zhao Lin sneered: "What else can you save if you are infected, just dispose of it directly." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly lifted the big knife in his hand, and an inexplicable coercion condensed on his blade, and the rumbling cyclone shook the entire hall.

"Don't!" Elph hissed.

But Zhao Lin ignored her at all, and the big knife slashed coldly across the air.

Just listening to the sound of "poof", the hundreds of infected Lian Enchet elves in the front row of the corridor all froze in place, and then an incision appeared in their waists, and everyone's upper body began to separate from the lower body along the incision.

"Pounce!"

A large amount of blood gushed out, and these poor Lynshet elves instantly turned into corpses that were broken in half.

Behind these Lynshet elves, many infected Tiffs were stepping on their corpses and continuing to pounce on them.

Zhao Lin raised the big knife again as if nothing had happened.

"No! no! no!"

Elve cried out in a hurry, everyone over there was her own people, and she couldn't watch them be killed like this.

She rushed over desperately, opening her arms to stop in front of Zhao Lin's knife.

"No...... God-sama, please, don't do this!"

"Get out of here!" Zhao Lin snorted coldly, and with a big push, a violent wind suddenly struck, almost at any time to sweep Elph away. Even so, Lovely Elf desperately stuck in place, and stopped there with her arms wide open.

And the infected clansmen behind her did not appreciate her affection, and one by one the water blades carrying dark magic flew sideways, "snapping" and smashed on her back, until she spat blood from her mouth.

"Boring inferior races. Zhao Lin's palm suddenly strengthened, and the wind instantly became several times stronger, and the injured Elf finally couldn't support it, and the whole person was swept aside by the wind.

Then Zhao Lin directly lifted the big knife and rushed towards those infected Tiff people.

"No!" Elve let out a heart-rending cry, covering her little face with both hands, not daring to look at it any more.

The broadsword fell, and the violent air currents tore at everything nearby.

And at this moment, a big sword flew out of the air, and with a "bang", the surrounding wind stopped abruptly.

She gently lowered her hands from her face and tentatively opened her eyes.

I saw that her clansmen had not been killed, and in front of Zhao Lin of the God Clan, a familiar man figure was holding a big sword and struggling to resist this sword.