The first helmsman of this book, thanks to the doomsday messenger Haige's reward!moved ING............!/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~, Momiji must work hard to write this book, even if the grades are not good, I will not give up, thank you ............!

Baroque was already in a state of semi-coma by this time, and in order to buy that precious little time, he desperately suffered a blow from the two Apocalypsees. Finally, before being overtaken, they approached the Misty Forest.

His mind couldn't settle down to think about the problem, so when Morningstar reminded him, Baroque didn't hesitate to take out the only remaining totem pole.

The Ancestor left a total of six totem poles made from the branches of the Tree of Life, and after reaching a compromise with the Shamanic Elders of the Valley of Miracles, he gave them three and kept three for himself. One of them was placed in the Star Totem Sealing Array in the underground cavern in the heart of the Kundu Maya Mountains, which was used to seal the existence of darkness. The other remained in the blue wolf tribe, allowing the tribesmen to worship and absorb the power of faith, and only one totem pole was left in the hands of the Baroque at this time.

Holding the totem pole, Baroque slammed into the protective barrier, and although there was no sound, he was still fiercely blocked. The fractured left shoulder, which had not been treated in time, made another muffled sound, making Baroque die in pain.

The little wolf was dumbfounded. Baroque endured the severe pain and looked behind him, the people of the Holy See had already chased him less than a hundred meters, and his time was running out.

There is no way, in order to save his life, even if he divulges his identity, he can't take care of it. Baroque immediately unleashed the shamanic power of the orc sacrifice, urging the totem pole to emit a faint white light, and once again crashed into the protective barrier. -- His body fell into the barrier so abruptly, this time without any delay, that Baroque fell to the ground by surprise.

There were a few extremely unwilling roars outside, and Beltum and Cressida were separated by a thin barrier, looking at the guy who was close at hand, but they couldn't catch him anymore. Not far away, a large number of elves dressed in green, brown or gray robes surrounded them. Armed with longbows or elven scimitars, their cold and arrogant faces showing a thick hostility, they looked at the Holy See's phantom warriors outside the barrier. The powerful presence of these humans made the elves feel like they were facing a great enemy, and far away in the forest behind them, at least hundreds of elven flying cavalry riding horned eagle beasts also arrived one after another, and even a few huge figures that made people tremble past .............

Belchem and Cressida knew that the terrifying figures weren't real dragons, but the form of elven druids. Despite this, those dragon druids are not far more powerful than real dragons. They knew that the mysterious man and the wolf had escaped completely. Unless the Holy See is willing to launch an all-out attack on the Elven Kingdom, it will be impossible to get that person from the Elves.

"Humans, this is the misty forest of the elven kingdom, do not desecrate the sacred forest with your filthy gaze, retreat, or we will consider it a hostile provocation that will bring war. An elven general rode out on a mighty panther and shouted at Belchester outside the barrier, his voice as cold and haughty as his expression!

A group of arrogant maniacs, a race that has fallen and declined, dare to be so ignorant! The people of the Holy See all cursed in their hearts, but they also all knew that unless the Pope and the Senate united all the human empires and decided to wage war against the elven race, they would not be able to do anything to the elven race with just a few hundred illusory armored warriors! After all, even the orcs who had been in decline for countless years had not been wiped out, let alone the elven race, which was even more powerful than the orcs!

"General Zexis, this is a fugitive from the Holy See, please hand him over to us, and then we will leave at once, without any intention of offending the elves. Belchem didn't give up, trying to talk to the elves. He knew the elven general riding the panther and spoke to him.

There was not the slightest expression on the cold face of the elven general named Zexis: "This man trespassed into our misty forest, he is now our prisoner and should be judged by us." Whether to release him or hand him over to you is no longer up to me, it is up to our Elven King and the Elders to make a decision. Don't be in vain, Belchem the Apocalypse, get out of here!"

Damn elves!, Berchem cursed again, but he also knew that it was absolutely inconceivable to accommodate stubborn elves. At least for now, he hadn't heard of a human being treated like an elf.

What seemed to be a thin barrier made Belchem helpless, and they could even see the mysterious man lying on the ground smiling at them...... Distinctly mocking.

Out of sight is clear, and Beltum can only lead the people to turn away. Of course, they would not just leave willingly, even if the Misty Forest was vast and much larger than Audreya, the largest territory in the Human Empire, but the Apocalypse had scattered all the nearly a hundred Wind Scouts and let them guard around the Misty Forest. Unless that guy is executed by the elves, as long as he leaves the Misty Forest, he will definitely not be able to escape the perception of the Wind Scout.

The people of the Holy See retreated, and the protective barrier of the Tree of Life did not feel the hostile breath, and slowly returned to nothingness, and the forest inside and outside seemed to be reunited, and there was no difference to be seen. Baroque was envious of such magical things, but also knew that such things could not be replicated. After all, only the elves have the Tree of Life, and other races are not recognized by the Tree of Life at all. As for the orcs............ They're just going to cut it down and make it into a totem pole!

Just when Baroque was puzzled by how he had managed to get into the barrier of the Tree of Life, the elves, who were actually even more surprised by this, had already surrounded him, and out of the two warriors, with very unfriendly cold faces, took away his long sword. If it weren't for seeing half of his shoulder collapse and break, I'm afraid I would have tied his hands together.

There was a little bit of a situation, his sword was simply made by the gray dwarves for the elves back then, with a strong elven style. When he was seen by the elves around him, he thought he had stolen the elves' belongings, and his impression of him was even worse.

General Zexis glanced at Baroque haughtily, and said coldly: "Take off your illusion mask, you are now our captive, and you have no freedom!"

Baroque had realized that the Phantasmagoric Mask was not omnipotent, at least the Apocalypse and the Elves saw through it at first sight, and although they could not see his true face, they knew that his face was disguised. Shaking his head, he took off the illusion mask with his still intact right hand, and sure enough, even the elves, who seemed to be indifferent to everything around him, couldn't help but make a commotion when they saw his true face.

Is it an orc, is he an orc?is impossible, why can an orc pass through the protective barrier of the Tree of Life without the Tree of Life being hostile to him?and............ When did the orcs have such great power? he was able to escape under the hands of two Apocalypse Apocalypse, and hundreds of powerful Phantom Armor warriors. Even the most powerful shamanic high priest among the orcs can't do this, right?

Zexis knew he couldn't handle it anymore. He ordered his elven kindred: "Bring this orc back and let the great king and elders come to judge!" At the same time, to be on the safe side, several behemoths flying in the sky in the distance were also summoned by Zexis. The dragon druid took on a human form and followed Baroque in case he suddenly burst out and posed a threat - such a dangerous guy had to be guarded against!

Well, it is much better to follow the locals, the Baroque is temporarily content with the status quo, and the prisoner is taken prisoner, it is much better than to fall into the hands of the Holy See. Take the earth dog Rak and follow the escorted elves to the depths of the misty forest. The little wolf Morning Star in the sea of souls also comforted him: "Father once said that although these elves always have a shy face of a dead man, even if they are very handsome, they seem to be unhappy all day long. But their minds are simple, and they are not as vicious and cunning as humans. Should be scammed...... Belch...... It shouldn't be too difficult to get along. "Morning Star, who had been damaged by some orc, almost said what was in his heart.

Baroque had proved this by smiling at one of the elven warriors watching him beside him, and said, "Dear Mr. Elf, you see, my wounds are very serious. You don't mind if I treat myself, do you?"

The elven warrior gave him a cold look, did not speak, but took out a wooden vial from his green robe and handed it to him, his voice was still cold: "Drink it." ”

You don't have to open the vial, the Baroque can already feel the rich smell inside...... Suddenly, Baroque smiled sincerely, these elves are really cold-faced and hot-hearted fellows!

"Oh, thank you so much for your generosity, but no more, I was able to deal with my injuries. Baroque still believed in his shamanic mystery, and he endured the pain without uttering a single cry of pain. Straightening the broken bones in the left shoulder little by little, and even the heart-wrenching creaks made by the friction of the broken bones made the elves beside them can't help but show respect in their eyes............ The strength of this orc earned them respect.

Finally straightening the bones, Baroque wiped away the sweat soaked in the fur and chanted the witch doctor's incantation, his injured arm began to be enveloped in a milky white halo, and the broken bone healed quickly. Just a few minutes later, under the shocked gaze of the elves, Baroque gently shook his shoulders............ Except that I didn't dare to push too hard, the injury has recovered as before!

"Shaman, you're a shaman?" asked a dragon druid beside Baroque who finally couldn't help himself. It has been a well-known thing for hundreds of years that the witch doctor of the beast clan has been broken, but I didn't expect it to appear miraculously today.

"As you can see, I am a battle shaman, and more importantly, a shamanic witch doctor...... Maybe it's the only witch doctor in the orcs. Baroque replied.

There was a sudden silence around, and Baroque was surprised to find that the elves' cold faces actually showed a look of excitement, yes, excitement!

"Brave guest, your name?" asked the dragon druid who had spoken to him, as if he had finally remembered the name of Baroque and did not know it.

"The Frostwolf Clan, the Leader of the Blue Wolf Tribe, the Battle Shaman, and a Shamanic Witch Doctor, Baroque greets you!" Baroque reported a list of his titles and names. He suddenly noticed that the attitude of the elves was much better............ After all, they were captives just now, but now they are guests! And they are not very happy. Don't...... Do the elves have a request for me, or a request for a shaman? (To be continued.) )