Chapter 4 Divine Death

The two knights rode leisurely through the forest, and the white dragon horse, which was extremely powerful, exuded a faint majesty, dispersing countless beasts and birds. The knight on the left hand hand has long chestnut hair and a stunning face that is both cold and charming. The knight on the right is bloated, but his eyes look very energetic. These two are none other than Rogge and Andronie.

They stopped suddenly, and Androni said lightly, "We are surrounded. ”

Rogge smiled slightly, raised his hand and drew a few simple magic symbols, and blessed Androni with the "Bull Power", "Acceleration Technique" and "Blessing Technique", which he used too well to be familiar with. Androni's magic glowed all around her, but she didn't appreciate it. Androni turned her head and said coldly to Rogge, "You blessed me with so much magic, do you want me to be a meat shield for you?"

"Are you going to make me, a magician, unable to fight hand-to-hand in the jungle? isn't that kind enough?" said Rogge.

Androni glared at Rogge viciously, neither pulling out the starry sky nor raising her fighting spirit, but only shouted, "Who is sneakily hiding there? Get out of here!"

Brush brush brush, agile figures continued to appear in the trees around the two, and a dozen turquoise longbows aimed at Rog and Androni.

A figure leaped down from the tree like lightning, and the sword light was like a rainbow, and pounced on Rogge. Rogian sat still.

Androni snorted, and the whole person flew diagonally from the dragon horse, grabbed the sneak attacker with a hand, and threw it on the ground with great force.

Androni's throw was heavy. She was originally a sixteenth-level swordsman, and she was blessed with the old three kinds of magic by Rogge, and the power of her gestures was extraordinary. So the man snorted for a long time before he got up.

He was a very handsome warrior, with blonde hair fluttering in the wind, wearing a delicate cuirass of turquoise, with a turquoise magical longbow behind his back, and the longsword of the workman's elf had fallen and stuck in front of him. But what intrigued Roger even more were his long, pointy ears.

Genie.

The elven warrior rolled over and stood up, his eyes full of horror. Although Androni had no intention of striking again, he did not dare to pick up the sword that had fallen to the ground. He took a closer look at the two dragon horses, and then stared at the elven horn hanging from Rog's waist. Rogge and Androni knew this, and sat calmly on their horses.

The elven warrior finally had enough, so he saluted the two of them, and said in a jerky continental language: "I am Balang, a warrior of the Sara tribe, may I ask the two of you, what is the horn on your waist?"

Rogge replied coldly in Elven language: "Since you are an elf, and you are here at this time, how can you not know what this elven horn represents? Or do you still have doubts in your hearts and want to try our identity again? Well, it's up to you. You also know the one-on-one results, I think you should go together! When you get to the elf tribe, I'll go back and settle this disrespectful account with you!"

Barang was startled. He just had the idea of trying the skills of the two of them to sneak attack, but he didn't expect to be captured by Androni and almost broke his bones. As the grandson of Elder Sarah, he was the best warrior in the tribe, but he was so easily picked up by Androni. It seems that even if these twenty warriors he brought with him, they will never be Andronie's opponents.

The white unicorn beast, the elven horn, the superb strength, and even the several small ornaments on the body are exactly the same as in the legend. Everything is so true to the Elder's description before he leaves, yes, this is the oracle!

Although he was looking forward to seeing the legendary divine beast of the elven clan this time, the unicorn, these two dragon horses were also extremely handsome, and the faint dragon power made him hesitate, unable to recognize what kind of divine beast it was. But since it is exactly as described in the prophecy, there is no reason to doubt it. After all, a white unicorn doesn't have to be a unicorn.

Balang was excited, knelt on the ground, and said in a loud voice: "Balang is ordered by the elders of the Sara clan to welcome the divine envoy here. ”

The elven warriors in the surrounding trees also jumped down and fell to their knees.

Rogge looked closely, the beauty of the elves really lived up to their reputation, and these warriors were all handsome men and women, and he was overjoyed to see them. According to his detailed analysis, most of these elven warriors were men, but there were also two women among them. The elves all carry bows and arrows, and most of the melee weapons they use are long swords, and a few use short swords, daggers, and the like. Exactly as described in the book, it seems that the elves are not enterprising, and although they have been wandering everywhere for thousands of years, there has been no change.

Rogge took a closer look at the equipment used by the elves. It can be seen that most of these warriors use magically strengthened equipment, and the workmanship is very well-made. The most impressive thing is the intricate and beautiful patterns and ornaments on it. Rogge secretly compared the Elven products with the Hammer of the God of War, and found that the quality of the two was not much different. Although the production of the Hammer of the God of War is already very flashy, compared to the elves, it is still inferior in this regard. The patterns decorated on the Elven Light Armor don't have any magic effects, just for the sake of beauty. For example, the light armor on his body in front of him has a hollow pattern! Before the enemy attacked, he emptied the armor first?

Rog finally came to understand the elves' pathological attachment to beautiful things.

"The strength of these elves is barely reasonable, and they are all warriors and archers around level ten. But this is the most elite warrior in their tribe. Androni said coldly.

Barang was furious. These warriors were all elites of the Sara clan, and it was a great insult to the dignity of the elves to be considered to be only reasonable! Even if this excessively beautiful swordsman was an attendant of the Divine Envoy, he could not insult the elves like this! But he was immediately deflated again. She is an eleventh-level elven warrior after all, but she has no resistance under Androni, which shows how terrifying her strength is. And the god envoy cast three spells while talking and laughing, and the speed of casting spells was beyond his dreams, and it was clearly the demeanor of a great magister. How did he know that Rogge was just a tenth-level magician, and he relied on his huge mental power and fast speed to cast low-level magic to pretend to be a master and deceive the innocent and ignorant elves.

The elves are straightforward, yes, yes, they don't pretend to be subtle. Since Androni's strength is far superior, she said that the elves are not very strong, and the elves can only acquiesce to this fact.

Barang remembered Elder Sarah's repeated instructions before leaving, and knew that this time to welcome the Divine Envoy was related to the rise and fall of his own clan, and he no longer dared to take his surname, so he respectfully led Rog and Androni to the depths of the forest.

Rog jumped off his horse and walked side by side with Barang, chatting casually with a friendly expression. Sure enough, as the fat man expected, the elven clan has lived in the mountains for thousands of years, and their hearts are very simple, how can they compare with a merchant like him who has been soaked in the conspiracy?

In the dense forests of the central mountain range, there are more than ten elven tribes, large and small. The Sara tribe is one of these small tribes, with no more than 500 people in the whole tribe. The Sara tribe has a total of 100 hunting warriors, 20 senior guards, and one Elder Hall warrior, which is Balang himself. In addition to this, the Sara have two magicians and a priest.

The elven tribes of the Central Mountains will jointly send respected elders to form the House of Elders. In case of major events, it has always been ruled by the House of Elders, and all elven tribes must abide by the constraints of the House of Elders. The House of Elders is composed of eighty-one elders, and each elven tribe sends a different number of elders to the House of Elders according to their strength, but even the smallest tribe will have at least one elder. There are three tribes such as the Sarah with only one elder, while the most powerful tribe of the 'Forest Light' holds the power to appoint eighteen elders.

It turned out that the Sara tribe had selfish intentions in sending all the senior guards out to meet them so hard. There is a powerful elven tribe that lives next door to the Sarah, the "Flying Deer" tribe with six elders. On the mountain peak where the Salar people have lived for generations, there is a very rare thousand-year-old elf tree, and every time an elf tree exists, there will be an elf sacrifice accordingly.

There are a total of thirteen elven ancient trees in the central mountain range, and correspondingly, there are thirteen elven priests. There are three ancient elven trees growing in the elven capital 'Green Sea', where the forest light lives, so that in addition to having eighteen elders, the forest light tribe also has three sacrifices, and it is the largest tribe of elves in the central mountain range.

Except for this thousand-year return, the elves have not received the oracle of Shiloh for thousands of years, but the elven temple composed of thirteen high priests has always had a transcendent status, and even the Elven House will not go against the will of the elven temple.

The "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" tribe has grown rapidly in the past hundred years, and its seats in the House of Elders have grown rapidly from three to six, making it the fifth largest tribe. However, although the tribe was large, there was no sacrifice, which was extremely inconsistent with its status. On the other side of the Sara tribe's residence, the fierce orc tribe has been severely damaged in order to defend against the orcs, and it has never been able to develop. The "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" tribe has repeatedly offered to help the Sara tribe defend against the orcs, but Elder Sara is afraid that the other party has other plans, so he resolutely disagrees.

In the past ten years, the vigorous fecundity of the orcs has kept the Sara tribe in turmoil, so the "flying seven-colored deer" once again took the opportunity to make a difficulty, and proposed to the Senate to increase the number of troops in the Sara Pass, and it was about to be voted on. And further, because of the appearance of the oracle, the oracle will also arrive, and the elves will hold a big sacrifice in advance, and the young talents of the various races will compete in various skills, and the top five will be eligible to choose their favorite elf women as wives.

Huron, the son of the elder of the "Flying Seven Colored Deer" tribe, is the best archery of the younger generation of elves, and his swordsmanship and other skills are not bad, so he is a popular candidate to win the honor. He had already stated that if he won the sacrifice, he would offer to marry Ferena, the granddaughter of the elder of the Sara clan. As soon as this marriage is completed, the merger of the "Seven-colored Deer" tribe with the Sara tribe can be said to be nine out of ten.

However, at this moment, the elven tribes received a message from the elven horn that the oracle had appeared!

Elder Sara was pleasantly surprised to find that his tribe was the closest to the position of the envoy, and he immediately made a decision to meet the envoy among the other tribes, so as to win the favor of the envoy and prevent the fate of being merged by the seven-colored deer.

Knowing all this, Rogge couldn't help but secretly laugh at the elves who also had a struggle for power. It's just that they are too simple, and all conspiracies are almost plain on paper. It's no wonder that for thousands of years, living in the deep mountains, the elves have faced either Warcraft orcs or ancient tree snakes and insects, how can there be a rich conspiracy culture precipitation of human beings?

Barang led Rog down the beaten paths. Rog knew that he wanted to avoid the other tribes to meet the gods, and he didn't say anything about it at the moment, talking and laughing all the way, staying overnight, and gradually marching into the depths of the central mountain range.

Along the way, Andronie, whose appearance far surpasses that of the elves, is even more eye-catching than Rogge. She is also very interested in delicate, neat, and beautiful elven women. At the end of the day, Androni became very close to the two elven female warriors. Audacious, she would occasionally strike at the face, ears, and even breasts of the elven warrioress. And the two beautiful elf girls are defenseless to Andronie's elusive attack, except for their red faces. What's more, elves are naturally unresistant to beautiful things, and even if Androni doesn't take the initiative, the elf girls will take the initiative to entangle.

Menswear Androni has always been a playboy. With her peerless elegance, superb swordsmanship, and prominent identity, whether it is a teasing folk girl or a noble lady, she is handy, and her many Fengliu methods are now used casually, where can these simple elf girls resist?

Seeing the recurrence of Androni's old illness and flirting with the elf girl, Rogge could only smile bitterly.

After a few days, another group of people came to the elven tree. This team is at its peak and impressive, consisting of more than a hundred knights, magicians and druids of all kinds, and everyone is not weak. Their mounts are also strange, ranging from ordinary warhorses to fierce monsters. A tall, imposing man was riding an earth dragon! Beside him was a beautiful woman, wearing a dark blue cloak, riding a tall deer.

At the mouth of the valley, the man waved his hand, and the whole group stopped. His large, rugged, square face had a slight imprint of weather, his long brown hair was scattered, and his left ear was adorned with three gemstone studs of different colors. The man turned his head and said to the woman beside him, "Miss Carmela, you are the noble Shiloh Divine Envoy, and with your wise eyes, you will definitely be able to tell whether the ancient tree in the valley in front of you is the elven ancient tree we are looking for. ”

The woman took off her hooded cloak, revealing a delicate face and long, pointy ears.

"My dear Lord Frey, I have said a long time ago, although Lord Shiloh appointed me as his oracle, I would prefer that you treat me as an ordinary elf, rather than with honorifics to me all day long. You're like that, I'm ...... It's really sad. ”

Frey had a charming smile on his face, but he was still polite and careful to keep his distance from Carmela.

"Miss Carmela, let's get down to business first. There seems to be something strange, how is this valley so lifeless? Where there are elven ancient trees, it should be full of life. According to the news from the Church of Light, the person they escorted the Elven Horn should have arrived here, why can't anyone see it?"

Seeing Frei talking to him left and right, Carmela glared at him with a pair of eyes that looked back into the valley.

Frey stepped down the three-meter-tall fiery red earth dragon and suddenly felt a little uneasy, snorting from its huge nostrils. It scraped the ground hard, circled, and tried to back off. Frey's heart moved, and he shouted, "All ....... be on alert! Send one to the front to see what's going on!"

Behind Ferré, a druid chanted a spell, then transformed into a goshawk and flew forward.

In the blink of an eye, he landed in front of Ferré and changed back into human form.

"Lord Frey, there seems to have been a fierce battle ahead, and several people have died. ”

Frey and Carmela looked at each other and led the group cautiously to inspect it.

A fierce battle took place around the Elven Ancient Tree. Within a radius of dozens of meters, the ground was scorched black. Several bodies lay on the ground. No, these are no longer corpses, but charred skeletons. Only the insignia on the few armor leaves scattered on the ground indicated that they had once been members of the Holy Knights of the Church of Light.

Frey's face was heavy, and he couldn't tell who had made these members of the Holy Knights look like this. Look at this charred mark, it seems to have been burned by the fire. But if it weren't magic, how could he burn a living Holy Knight into a skeleton? Frey had also heard of the skills of the knights of the Holy Knights, and according to the news from the church, among the people who escorted the elven horn this time, there were actually two of the three giants of the Last Judgment.

Although Frey didn't know who these three giants were, he didn't think it would be too bad, at least a fourteenth-level knight. Could it be that these two giants have now also become skeletons?

Frey was in the middle of a headache when Carmela exclaimed. He hurried over and saw Carmela standing in front of the elven tree in a daze.

One skeleton was nailed to the Elven Tree with a spear, and in front of him was another skeleton, still in a throwing stance.

It seemed that time had been frozen at this moment, and a mysterious force had burned all the creatures within a few tens of meters to ashes, while the Elven Ancient Tree was miraculously intact.

A delicate little horn swaying in the wind caught the eyes of the two.

Is it the Elven Horn?

Carmela stepped forward and leaned over to pick up a small white jade horn from the skeleton pinned to the tree. The delicate trumpets shone with a soft luster, and countless fine patterns were engraved on them, and it was obvious that it was a very complex magic array, from which strong magical fluctuations emanated.

"Is this the Elven Horn?" Frey leaned in.

"It looks like yes, exactly as described in the oracle! I don't know who killed the Holy Knights who escorted the horn. ”

Frey pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe it's not a human, it's some kind of powerful magical beast or divine beast." ”

"Lord Frey, you are so wise! I am not as good as you as an elf, if you observe so closely. In fact, as long as there is an elf horn, you can find the elven clan by playing it. With Lord Frey here, I don't need the Holy Knights' guards, it doesn't matter if they die or not. Carmela said coquettishly, and leaned over to Frey.

Frey frowned, subconsciously moving away from Carmela. Two of his subordinates in the distance couldn't help but snicker when they saw this scene.

"The Divine Envoy seems to like Lord Frey very much......"

"Yes, yes, it's a pity that she made a mistake, hehe! It's a pity, in fact, such a beautiful elf, I have never seen it in my life!"

"Be careful, if you let Lord Frey know that we are talking about him, he will clean us up fierce......ly!

The man was startled, and hurriedly said, "Okay, don't say it, don't say it!

Frey looked at Carmela, who was playing with the elven horn, sighed, and said, "Miss Carmela, this place is so strange that I can't see what kind of power can burn these people alive. Maybe there's some powerful monster hiding nearby, so I'd better wait for my people to search the surroundings thoroughly. ”

Carmela winked at Frey and said, "Lord Frey, in the forest, what force dares to offend you? Your father, Lord Sky Fury, one of the four great druids, will never be worse than any of the Grand Magus. If it's a demonic beast, even if it's a dragon hiding next to it, Lord Frey, these people you brought out are enough to deal with, right? What's more, even if there are any traps, I'm also a fourteenth-level elven knight, and I'm fully capable of protecting myself. Frey...... You care about me so much, how can I repay you?"

Frey frowned and said nothing. Faced with Carmela showing her love so nakedly, he just didn't know. However, this Carmela is rarely matched in terms of appearance and figure, and in terms of strength, there are only three or five people under his command who can compare with him. She also has the noble status of an oracle, and she is definitely worthy of being the son of her great druid. If not...... If not...... Carmella would be a good candidate for a wife.

Carmela was also a little anxious in her heart, since Shiloh sent down the oracle and appointed her as an oracle, all the elves around her have been respectful to her. She followed the instructions to the Northern Druid League to seek help, and as soon as she saw Frey, she fell in love with it. But Frey was very respectful to her, but in fact he was cold. is showing her more and more explicit love, just pretending to be crazy and stupid. Carmela has outstanding looks and talent in martial arts, so she has not looked down on the elves around her since she was a child. Now that he finally met a Frey who could fully deserve him, he was completely unmoved, so how could Carmela not be in a hurry?

But there is no urgency. Carmela was so clever that she was already secretly thinking about how to get Frey into her own bed. If a person of their status had gone to bed, many things would have gone naturally.

Thinking about her thoughts, Carmela put the elven horn to her mouth. She mustered her fighting spirit, and streaks of green smoke enveloped her.

"Woo......" The elven horn sounded. An extremely powerful energy suddenly appeared in the green mist, and Frey only had time to shout 'Be careful!' before he could watch as a blue light quickly spread throughout Carmela's body, turning her into a blue crystal statue.

A light breeze blew, and the sapphire crystal statue turned into a little light and disappeared into the wind.

Frey's mind went blank for a moment, and he reached out in vain, trying to get something out of the starry sky, but to nothing.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

The oracle is dead?

The oracle blessed by the war elf Shiloh and the oracle is dead?!

What's wrong with this world, is the devil coming? Or is the end coming?

Frey couldn't believe what he was seeing. As the eldest son of the Grand Druid's Wrath of the Sky, his natural magic has become powerful enough to be able to feel the nature gods that the druids believe in. He knew very well the power of God's blessing, which was as vast as a sea of smoke, and it was by no means something that could be guessed at his level. Even his father, who was close to stepping into the divine realm with one foot, was afraid that it would be difficult to test the power of Shenwei. But now, the oracle of Shiloh is dead!

Frey's men gathered around, all of them in a state of panic. All of this has far exceeded their realization, and more importantly, it is slowly destroying their long-standing absolute belief in Kamui.

Frey, who had been in turmoil for a long time, immediately made a decision, and shouted: "This is a conspiracy! Someone has committed a blasphemous deed! Maintaining God's authority and maintaining the balance of nature is our druid's law." Those who blaspheme the gods will be punished with the severest punishment! Although this devil is powerful, we, those who are favored by the gods of nature, will have the last laugh!"

Frey's men have been crisscrossing the North for many years, and they know the terrifying power of the Great Druid's Wrath of the Sky, and Frey is also deep and intelligent, and his magic is strong. So I was encouraged by Frey, and my morale was somewhat boosted.

"Lord Frey, the oracle is dead, what should we do next?"

"Don't panic. This devil is so familiar with the oracle of Shiloh, and he killed the oracle, he must have a plot against the elves. Let's go to the elven territory, he will definitely appear!It just so happens that the elven tribe 'Forest Light' has always been friendly with my father, and I know where their territory is, so let's go up to them and disturb them for a few days!"

With that, Frey turned over and mounted the Earth Dragon, leading the group north. But his heart is not as calm as it seems, and he knows that what awaits him in front of him will not be a smooth road. Perhaps, it is the most dangerous part of his life journey of more than 30 years.

At this moment, Rog has stepped into the territory of the Sara clan. He could already clearly feel the difference in the forest. Although there are also towering ancient trees everywhere, the sunlight spills down from the treetops without hindrance, and the ancient trees, small trees, shrubs, and meadows are scattered and scattered, all sharing the sunshine. Small animals such as rabbits and tanuki are not afraid of life, and will pass in front of the line from time to time, but they do not dare to enter the range of the dragon power of the two dragon horses.

It is a forest full of life, peace and tranquility. It was very different from the gloomy and damp primeval forests he had seen before.

In the distance, a verdant mountain rises from the ground. Halfway up the mountainside, you can faintly see small emerald green buildings, which are erected above ancient trees. At the summit, several huge birds of strange shapes are circling.

Rogge stared at it, and the birds turned out to be lion-like eagle heads, with extremely sharp beaks and claws.

"Barang, could it be that those strange birds are griffins?"

Baran was amazed at Rog's eyesight, and although elves were also known for their good eyesight, he could only see a few black dots from this distance. If he hadn't known that those were the griffons raised by the tribe, he would never have seen anything.

"Your Majesty, those are the griffons of the Sara tribe. You are full of miracles, it is hard to imagine that your eyesight can be compared to the most famous archers of the elves!"

Rogge smiled slightly, and then asked, "I heard that a griffin can carry a warrior, is that true?"

"My lord, griffons are heavy in their own right, so although they are extremely powerful, they can only carry lighter warriors. Because of our light body, we elves can sit on griffins and fight. But even then, only a strong adult griffin could carry an elven warrior. ”

"Griffons and elven archers, that's a very powerful combination! How many griffons does the Sarah have? Do all elven tribes keep griffins?"

Griffins are the pride of the Sarah tribe, and Barang proudly replied, "There are more than fifty griffons in our Sara tribe, and only a dozen of them can really carry warriors. But even these dozen griffons are enough for us to resist the orc attack and hold the Sara Pass. Many elven tribes raise griffins, and some tribes raise some other sacred beasts, such as the 'Forest Light' tribe has a few five-colored sacred cows. But Lord Roge, to be honest, these divine beasts are really not very easy to serve, and the cost is too large, so they can't raise many heads. The griffin is very powerful among the divine beasts raised by the elven race. ”

"Barang, how did the various tribes of the Elves come to be? You know, I'm interested in history. ”

"Lord God, I ......," Barang was a little embarrassed, "I've been spending a lot of time on swordsmanship, so I don't know much about history, so I can only give you a rough idea." Several of the dozen or so tribes in the Central Mountains are elven tribes who originally lived here, while others were formed by the elves who were displaced here after the defeat of the elves thousands of years ago. The local elven tribes all have their own unique sacred beasts, while the foreign tribes specialize in one or several skills to maintain the elven heritage for thousands of years. Of course, the foreign elven tribes will also raise some mythical beasts, but most of them choose griffins. ”

Rogge asked quietly: "Then will there be any friction between the local tribes and the foreign tribes?"

Baran replied, "We elves are a very united race, not as insidious and aggressive as the Terrans. Uh, Lord Rog, you know I'm not talking about you......"

Rog looked at Barang with a smile, and the elven warrior looked embarrassed, and finally said, "That's right, Lord Divine Messenger." Among the elves in the central mountain range, the local elven tribes account for the vast majority, and the divine beasts they raise are also very powerful. However, the outstanding skills are in the hands of us foreign elven tribes. In fact, the local elven tribes and the foreign elven tribes often quarrel in order to compete for a seat in the elder's house. You see, although there will be discord within the elves, there will be no war between the elves. It's still a little different from the Terrans. ”

Hearing the words outstanding skill, Rogge immediately became interested, he needed to know how much his prey was worth.

"And what kind of skill do the Sara specialize in? Weapon Forging?"

Barang said proudly, "The Sara tribe inherits the purest and most traditional part of the elven culture, and the art of weapon casting is the specialty of the 'Silver Moon' tribe, and the armor building is handled by the 'Flying Seven-Colored Deer'. ”

Rogge almost made a mistake and lost his voice: "Art?"

"Yes, art! In the eyes of our elves, the most proud thing is not archery, not swordsmanship, nor our magic, but art! Poetry, sculpture, painting, and music have all been passed down by the Sarah people, and Sarah, in the Elven language, means the country of art. Every member of the Salar tribe is born with a special training in some kind of art. Although we also need to learn archery and swordsmanship, art is the inheritance of the Sara people, the blood and soul of the Sara people!"

"Well, art is art, and it's better than nothing. Rogge thought in frustration.

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