Seeing Coravin kneeling there and praying, many elven nobles were disheartened, knowing that it was the current situation, and they shouldn't have listened to Coravin's pull as if they had bumped into an evil and joined this killing church.

Well, now that I have been driven like a dead dog, I am afraid that my family has also been implicated now, not to mention the nine clans, at least the sudden decline in the status of the Holy Land is inevitable.

But it's too late to regret it now, even if you run to surrender, you will be greeted with bows and arrows and long swords.

The trick of surrender has been used before, and what is the result, it was stabbed by those pursuers, and in the end, even the bones were smashed into pieces.

Heretics, cultists, and even traitors to the Holy Land, many titles have been placed on them, and it can be said that everyone can be condemned.

In a valley far away from the cave, a patrol of Star Elves was resting, taking out the dry food they had brought with them and starting to eat, while their captain, a rude-looking wild elf, was taking off the kettle from his waist and gulping down it, and in the blink of an eye the valley was filled with the smell of wine.

Well, it should be noted that no matter which elven god does not allow alcohol in his teachings, these elven gods believe that brewing is a waste of food, and their teachings also have a creed that it is not allowed to ask too much from nature, except to maintain the food they need, even a wild fruit is not allowed to be gluttonous.

Of course, apart from the elven priests, the elves would not be too dogmatic to follow this rule.

Drinking is even more egregious than winemaking, and the elven gods consider the elves to be noble, noble creatures, and drinking destroys this image.

Well, the gods have a great binding force on believers, but the elven gods are the first.

As for many elven nobles who like to drink low-degree fruit wine, the elven gods can't control it, but this wild elf drinks a high-degree liquor, well, there is no such thing as liquor in the wizarding world.

It is said that a group of humans who believe in evil gods came to the savannah. Castles were built, and they brewed the surplus grain into a mysterious liquor, which they sold in exchange for some necessary substances.

In addition, after a certain dwarven chief drank this liquor for the first time, he went crazy and injured more than 20 of his kindred.

Therefore, this liquor is also known as magic wine. It means that after drinking, you will become a devil.

Of course. Although there was that embarrassing incident, the biggest sales place of magic wine is the dwarven tribes around the country, and as for the human kingdom, it is expressly forbidden to sell this kind of liquor brewed by evil god believers, but the problem is that this kind of alcohol is so attractive that some alcoholic nobles and priests secretly buy it.

Since there is demand, there is supply, and those merchants who can trample everything for the sake of profit will naturally flock to smuggle these liquor that dance with the devil to various places.

As you can imagine. This smuggling is basically limited to the human kingdom, and it is unknown where the wild elf's liquor comes from.

Most of his team members are accustomed to the captain's blatant drinking, after all, they have been with the captain for a long time, and they know the captain's temperament, and they don't dare to rashly challenge his authority.

But anything happens the first time. Finally, a star elf who had only just entered the patrol couldn't help but stand up: "Captain, the Priest of Angsmith once strictly forbade drinking, and it is not appropriate for you to do this. ”

Elves are worthy of being elves, and even accusations are so gentle and elegant.

But for that rude-looking wild elf, such words are simply fart, just forget it.

The captain continued to raise the jug and drink until there was no alcohol. But he was a little reluctant, sticking out his scarlet tongue and licking the last drop of wine that had fallen from the kettle.

"Captain, your drinking, after you go back. I will report to His Excellency Priest Angsmi. ”

The star elves blushed and tenderly faced, and for these pink new birds, the system could not be desecrated.

Well, everywhere there will be this new bird that insists on justice.

"Fuck your mother's shit, Ang Smith? Is it your dad or mom? Do you want to shit or not, and you report it too?"

The words that erupted from the mouth of the wild elves were enough to shame the self-proclaimed elegant and noble elves.

Faced with such humiliation, the Star Elf was furious and shouted righteously, "Porcupine!

As the leader of a Star Elf patrol, the Wild Elves are naturally good at druid spells, but since he can only transform into a porcupine, some elves who don't like him have given him the nickname of a porcupine as an insult.

After a long time, no one knew his name, but he was called a porcupine.

Hearing Starlight Sachs Seedling's words, the other team members hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, what are you kidding, you are a little seedling challenging this porcupine, isn't that looking for death?

Just when the team members dissuaded him, the voice of the porcupine came: "Okay, strong enough, my porcupine likes seedlings like you, you know, you are not the only seedling who died under my hands!"

Hearing the porcupine's words, Starlight Sachs Seedling was even more angry, and her eyes almost burst.

Seeing that the death duel between the two was inevitable, those team members didn't bother anymore, let them fight, anyway, these seedlings were replenished, there would be death indicators, and a few more deaths would get used to it.

Starlight Saxophone Seedling stood thirty meters away from the porcupine, kneeling down on her knees, praying reverently to Theonlea, the goddess of sprouts.

Seeing Starlight Saxophone Seedling's prayer appearance, the porcupine laughed, which caused Starlight Saxophone Seedling to be furious, but as a devout disciple, Starlight Saxophone Seedling still completed the prayer ceremony in a proper manner, and then jumped up from the ground vigorously, pointed at the porcupine and scolded: "You blasphemous guy, I will definitely let you atone for your sins to the gods!"

Well, for the elegant star elves, especially the seedlings, this is already a big scolding.

"Come on, boy, let me see if your ass is big?"

The porcupine's usual rude words caused Starlight Sachs Seedling to almost rush straight up.

However, there is a rule in the death duel between the druids, which is to transform into hand-to-hand combat.

After Starlight Saxophone Seedling hurriedly recited a spell, his body quickly grew in size, and feathers grew on his body, and in less than a few breaths, Starlight Saxophone Seedling turned into a huge eagle, and with a flick of his wings, he rushed into the sky. (To be continued)

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