The matriarch opened her beautiful eyes in astonishment, looking at the silver-haired dark elf in front of her who stepped out of the black fog out of thin air, her beautiful and dazzling face, full of horror and disbelief, picked up the scepter that had been cut off in the air, the incision on it was not a trace of steepness, this slash was crisp and neat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The silver-haired dark elf looks about forty, and in the elf clan that is often thousands of years old, he is already quite an old figure, after all, for the female matriarch, he may live two or three hundred years longer.

What frightened the matriarch the most was not that he appeared strangely and silently, but that under her spiritual visit, she couldn't see the depth of this person, you must know that her own strength was already comparable to that of a sixth-order magician, and even she couldn't explore the existence of the truth, and her cultivation could be imagined, how unfathomable it was.

"Former ...... Senior, our Wind Wolf Tribe, is there anything that offends you?" the matriarch asked the other party cautiously with a trembling voice.

But the silver-haired dark elf only glanced sideways, and didn't even see her, so he went in the direction where the young man was, and under the disbelieving gaze of the matriarch, he suddenly knelt on one knee.

"I have come with all the shadows to see the Lord of all evil, Lord Witch King. ”

The boy supported Dusen, who had fainted, and looked at him with a fire stand.

The third general under the command of Shania, the leader of the first-class assassin and scout organization "Shadow", and the king of killers of the Dark Elves of the Great Tomb, Shadow.

He once served as a level thirty-five medium-sized boss in the guild dungeon of the Great Tomb of Tumonsas, and was known for quietly killing players in seconds, stifling the curiosity of countless foreign adventurers who wanted to explore the secrets of the first level, and he could be called the strongest killer under the Ice Queen Shania, who was the uncle who had lived for half his life.

The young man nodded silently and said, "You can come before I don't hang the lottery, it's already considered a good speed, what about that fellow Frando?"

Shadow lowered his head, did not face the boy, and replied respectfully, "He is still on the way." ”

But the two of them had an understatement conversation, which fell into the ears of the matriarch, but it was like a stormy wave swept up, according to the tone of this silver-haired senior, she could basically predict that this person was definitely also a servant of this powerless human being.

Unexpectedly, even the strong man who she couldn't figure out was willing to bow his head, what kind of behemoth existed behind this unastonishing young man in front of him?

"Is it the Holy Son of the Church? Impossible, the Church will never support the strong of the Elven Race, after all, it is the representative of the Human Race, but apart from the Church, I really can't think of any force that can have such a skill......

Thinking about this, the matriarch couldn't help but look at the audience, and at this moment, Iminol, who was also looking here in surprise, believed part of the warning she had told herself yesterday.

"Leader of this tribe, can we go now?"

Suddenly, the young man's cold voice came, and the matriarch was stunned, her rosy lips opened slightly, and she wanted to answer, but a thousand words poured into her throat and only turned into a silent jaw.

At this moment, the shadow suddenly raised his head, and on a face that had been carved with a few traces over time, there was a scar under his left eye, and he hurriedly spoke: "Lord Witch King, do you really plan to let go of this group of evil spirits?"

Shadow's words made the matriarch feel challenging, but the young man shook his head slightly, looked at Du Sen who was unconscious in his arms, and said, "There is no need for this, they have not caused me substantial harm, but this guy is already half dead." ”

But the matriarch's worry had just fallen, and she heard a young man asking, "If I take that girl away, you should be fine, right?"

Hearing this, the matriarch couldn't help but follow the young man's hope, and when her eyes fell on Emino's delicate body, her complexion changed suddenly, and she subconsciously shouted: "No, only her!"

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and Ying Ye immediately got up, and the black iron dagger in his hand emitted a cold light, which instantly slashed onto the matriarch's snow-white neck, and a faint blood stain bloomed, and a little blood flowed out.

Feeling the coldness and tingling from the neck, the female patriarch's heart fell into the cold abyss, but she still stubbornly looked at Lin Mu, and refused in a trembling voice: "This woman is very important to my clan, no, if you want to talk about this disaster, it should be caused by this woman, as the patriarch, I can't let go of ...... easily."

The dagger in Shadow's hand was pressed down more and more, almost cutting off the matriarch's neck, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, he leaned into the other party's ear, blowing hot air but confiding in the cold: "Dare to disobey the will of the Witch King, no matter who you are, it is equivalent to a capital crime, I see that you are also an elf, I advise you not to know each other." ”

The matriarch's breathing was about to stop, but the wind wolf shaman's admonition to herself sounded in her mind, and she clenched her teeth and was about to fight for her life.

But at this moment, among the trees above the basin, a blue-haired giant wolf that was twice as tall as the wind wolf summoned by the matriarch before suddenly leaped down with an earth-shattering roar, and actually fell in front of the fire stand in one leap.

On the broad back of the giant wolf lurked an old man in a simple robe, a huge shaman rosary hanging from the old man's neck, and the ancient staff in his hand lingered in the wind, and a violent wind element condensed under the wolf's hideous claws, as if blessing it with speed magic.

"Clansman!"

The moment she saw the old man, the desperate face of the matriarch suddenly showed joy, the old man in front of her, who had tamed the giant wind wolf, was the only shaman mage in this tribe, and also the most prestigious person in the entire tribe, the patriarch of the wind wolf tribe.

The most important thing is that the Wind Wolf Clan has practiced for more than a thousand years, and the mana is unfathomable, and the female patriarch once roughly estimated that this shaman mage of their tribe may be able to compete with the eighth-order archmage, with such combat power, she doesn't need to be afraid of the threat of the shadow now, and the big deal is to exchange her own life for the annihilation of the other party's entire army.

"Clan lord, don't worry about my safety, kill all the intruders here. She smiled sadly, believing in her heart that she had died.

But the reaction of the wind wolf shaman made the matriarch stunned - he actually slowly climbed down from the wolf's back, revealing another rather handsome dark elf who was hidden behind him, and respectfully served the other party before turning his head to look at the matriarch.

The old and loud voice contained a solemnity that could not be ignored, and he said sternly: "Claire, no matter what request His Excellency the Venerable Witch King makes to our department, you must agree to it, and there must be no disobedience in the slightest!"

Claire's whole body was dumbfounded, she couldn't believe that the wind wolf shaman, who had always been unfathomable, would now grovel to others, and she even felt that what she saw and heard at this time was a dream, false and unreal.

Hearing this, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the wind wolf shaman in the audience in surprise, and couldn't help but let go of Du Sen in his hand and walked down.

"Are you the elder of this tribe?" and the wind wolf shaman looked directly, feeling the slight flicker in the other party's eyes when he was facing him, and the young man's slightly upturned brow suddenly furrowed.

What is this old shaman calculating in his heart?

Hearing the young man's question, the Wind Wolf Shaman looked humble and respectfully agreed.

"Sort of, noble Witch King. ”

"Call me Angmar. The young man waved his hand slightly, looked over his thin shoulders, glanced at Frando, who was kneeling to worship, and asked, "Seeing that you have come with this retinue of mine, may it be that you have already seen our station?"

The Wind Wolf Shaman nodded and said with a smile: "Your Excellency's castle is majestic and magnificent, the old man has rarely seen it in his life, even in the northern Terran cities, there is basically no territory that can be compared with your castle. ”

"A castle is not a castle, it is a tomb. The corners of the young man's mouth lifted a faint smile, looked at the wind wolf shaman, and said, "I will take away your patriarch and sacrifice his life to protect the female druid, do you really have no opinion?"

"Your Excellency the Witch King said with a smile, who do you want to take away, it is not for the old man to stop him, and the old man naturally has no opinion. The Wind Wolf Shaman complimented.

"If you don't have an opinion, then I don't either. The young man rubbed his nose and said something that made the wind wolf shaman's eyes shine: "Say, what do you want the Great Tomb to give? ”