The welcome ceremony of the Salar people is solemn and rustic. Although there is no splendid decoration of the golden wall, the sincerity of the whole clan, regardless of whether they are men, women, young or old, is not replaced by any ornate ornaments or extravagant banquets.

Looking at the enthusiasm and expectation revealed in the beautiful eyes of the elves, Rogge couldn't help but be a little moved. He felt a little unable to associate these enthusiastic eyes with the gold coins. However, the value of the elves is denominated in gold bricks, so the play still has to be performed.

The elves have not changed much for thousands of years, and they do not want to forge ahead, on the contrary, the human race has continued to thrive in repeated wars and self-defeating. The art of warfare, whether it is magic, strategy, warfare techniques, or the study of large-scale weapons of war, has advanced by leaps and bounds. The realm of the human kingdom is also expanding. In this way, if the elves want to change their fate, in addition to comprehensive change, they really have to go to the holy place opened up by Shiloh and hide.

"Although I lied to them, I also helped them!" said the fat man, reassuring himself.

Having spent a lot of time in the Church of Light, Rogge knew exactly how to use faith, the best weapon to use against believers. The Elves have been known for their fanaticism for Hilo, the Great Elf of War. In the last thousand years of the Great War, the elves actually pinned the victory or defeat of the battle on the miracles displayed by Shiloh! Now, after a thousand years, Shiloh has never shown any miracles. The Elves' faith in him must have been shaken quite a bit. But even if it is shaken, this faith is much more devout than that of the Terrans.

"Take me to the temple of Hiloh and I will bring you his oracle. Rogge said to the elder of the Sara clan with a holy face.

Surrounded by the elves of the Sara tribe, Rog proudly stepped into the elven temple of the Sara tribe and stood in front of the altar. He bowed his head in silent prayer for a moment, then turned around.

The elves in the temple let out a low exclamation, accompanied by a whisper.

At this moment, Rogge's body was faintly filled with holy light, and his face was kind and sacred. A moment later, a white light descended from the top of the temple and shone on him.

"The supreme Shiloh said that he would show the way back for all the elves. ”

Rogge raised his hand again.

"I've seen the direction Shiloh is pointing out and my feet are on the road. ”

He opened his arms.

"The Holy Land is at the end of the road! The glory of the elves is about to be restored!"

Rogge's every movement was so graceful and harmonious, and countless petals fell in his gestures, turning into light and slowly disappearing when they were about to fall to the ground.

"I will not go it alone, I will lead you on the road back! ”

"Whoever believes in me will be saved!"

By the last sentence, Rogge's voice was raised in vain. The holy light on his body was dazzling, and the petals on the flowers and trees around the temple floated into the temple, and a colorful carpet of flowers was added in front of Rogge.

"It's Shiloh's voice!" said the elven priestess of the Sarah tribe suddenly.

With the affirmation of the sacrifice, the elves no longer had any doubts. With tears in their eyes, they fell to the ground, grateful that their gods had reremembered these forgotten people after a thousand years.

Simple ceremonies are solemn and sacred. Rogge copied the one from the Church of Light, and it seems to work well. After hundreds of years of tempering, the Church of Light has an unparalleled skill in creating a sacred atmosphere in the entire continent. The powerful mental fluctuations that Rogge deliberately emitted shook the hearts of all the elves present. Of course, the most important thing is that Rogge magnifies the fluctuations on the elven horn. This was originally a precautionary move, but I didn't expect the elf sacrifice to really be recognized, which made Rogge secretly break out in a cold sweat.

The holy light and flower petals are all illusions, and the flowers flying in outside the window are more real, which Rogge dragged in with his spiritual power. Such a large number of petals at one time is also a big burden for Rogge's huge mental power.

Rogge's smile was solemn and kind, and he was simply satisfied with the result. It seems that no matter what, at least the more than 500 elves of the Sara tribe are already in their hands, what a fortune this is!

The elves are still very suspicious, and Rogge came to this conclusion from the reaction of the elves just now. He was not prepared to abduct all the elves, but only the most devout among them, ready to follow him without question. Rog has the confidence to lead the elves on the glorious road to a happy life, of course, the kind of happy life he understands.

After the sacrificial ceremony, there was a complete set of complicated welcome ceremonies and welcome banquets, and it seems that the Sara tribe, who inherited the artistic tradition, also retained the etiquette of the ancient elven kingdom thousands of years ago. It wasn't until Rogge lay on the hard wooden bed that he could catch his breath.

"These elves really don't enjoy life. Rogge was very unhappy with the room. This treehouse is built entirely on ancient trees, and almost all the tables in the house are made of wisteria. The bed is not bad, supplemented by a thick brocade cushion, I think it is the habit of the human race to take care of the gods and adults. The whole tree house is elegant and quiet, filled with the faint fragrance of plants and trees, which is very natural. However, Rogge's favorite style has always been opulent and extravagant, typical nouveau riche tastes, and he does not appreciate these very much.

This treehouse was originally the residence of Elder Sarah, but now it was specially given to the Divine Envoy, and Rogge deserved to use it. The fat man knows that sometimes you have to be approachable, and sometimes you have to put on the necessary pomp and show.

But on this hard bed, Rogge tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He always felt that there was something he had forgotten. He sat up and went out in his clothes. An elven female warrior walked up to the door and asked respectfully, "Lord Divine Envoy, are you not resting well?"

"Oh no! It's very well set up! I want to enjoy the night, so I get up and take a walk. ”

"Then let me show you around. The warrior said respectfully.

Rogge took a closer look, and it turned out to be Ferena, the daughter of Elder Sara. She was about the same height as Rogge, her complexion was pretty and pure, and there was a faint hint of fortitude in front of her eyebrows. Even in the elven clan known for her appearance, Ferena can be regarded as a beauty. No wonder it was taken by Huron of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe.

Looking at Ferena's pretty face through the moonlight, Rogge suddenly realized what he had forgotten. Although he has successfully pretended to be an oracle, the thousand-year-old hatred between elves and humans is by no means so easy to resolve, not to mention that elves are extremely arrogant and arrogant. Look at Barang, who has tried his skills. The other elves must have thought the same way.

And elves naturally love beautiful things. He can only be regarded as a middle and lower among human men, how can he compare with elves?

What does it mean to be smiling and not smiling?

Rogge suddenly felt the urge to punch her nose flat. It seems that it is still necessary to stand up again.

He looked at Felena with a smile, looking up and down carefully. Rogge's smile was as warm as the sun, but there was a cold chill inside. Felena instinctively sensed the great crisis, her pointed ears erected, and her handsome face turned pale.

Rogge did not relax, and the spiritual coercion hit her soul one by one, carving the imprint of fear directly into the depths of her mind.

Plopped, Ferena could no longer withstand Rogge's mental pressure and fell to the ground. She hurriedly got up, but as if she was seriously ill, her face was pale and she could not stand staggeringly.

"I'm sorry, my ...... I was rude. ”

Rogge looked at her deeply and said lightly, "God has given more than just grace. I hope you don't forget that. ”

Rogge stood silently, watching Ferena's back falter.

"This chick is good-looking, what are you bullying her for?" said Androni like a ghost behind Rogge.

Rog smiled and put his backhand around Androni's waist. "No matter how good she looks, how can she compare to you!"

Androni grinned, and the starry sky sword struck Rogge's ribs like lightning, tearing the fat man's teeth into tears.

She looked at Rogge with a smirk and said, "Have you forgotten about Elesis so quickly?

Rogge's face suddenly darkened, and he sighed softly.

Androni was slightly apologetic, looked at him left and right, and asked softly, "Your knowledge of the magic array is very powerful, and it is not at the same level as your magic power." For the first time, I knew that there was a magic array that could store so much fighting energy. And it's amazing that you can engrave such a complex magic array on the little white jade horn!Well, it seems that I didn't kill you. ”

She slapped Rogge on the shoulder: "I will work hard for the Rocherio family in the future!"

Rogge barely cheered up, looked at the snow-white hand on his shoulder, and replied: "Of course you can work hard, the condition is still that, you marry me!"

Androni bit her lower lip, and a wisp of starry sky fighting qi emanated from her palm, which suddenly made Rogge scream in pain.

"You're still thinking of taking advantage of me, you! If you're idle in the future, make me a few more pieces of magic equipment! That horn is really good! It's really worthy of opening an equipment shop."

Rogge smiled bitterly and said, "Miss, how can you look at that little thing I made." Don't comfort me, it's actually better than your piece of jade. ”

Androni shook her head and smiled, "No, or you are sinister enough, you say, will our trap be useful?"

"I'm sure they'll be fooled. As long as the horn is blown, no matter how powerful that oracle is, as long as it is not a paladin, it is enough for him. Miss, having said that, I really didn't see that your carving attainments would be so high. ”

When it was said that the fake elf horn carved by Androni was almost real, Rogge used his spiritual power to engrave the magic array he learned from the black crystal on the horn, and finally Androni injected a large amount of starry sky fighting energy, and the fat man carved another layer of magic array to cover up the fluctuations of fighting energy.

Carmela was absent-minded, and with a blow of fighting energy, she destroyed the second layer of the magic array. Her small mouth had no defense, and was turned into crystals by the surging starry sky fighting qi on the spot.

The next day, Rogge was able to talk secretly with Elder Sarah, and that conversation lasted for two days. Elder Sara was nearly four hundred years old, and he was almost at the limit of his elven life. In addition to wisdom and profundity, the long years have brought cunning. For two days, Elder Sara had not mentioned anything about the 'Seven-Colored Deer' merging with the Sara clan except for talking to Rogge about the glorious history of the elves and the greatness of Shiloh. Rogge sneered in his heart, and on the surface, he was naturally sanctimonious. The old fox didn't mention it, and he was naturally not in a hurry.

Just because Rogge didn't move doesn't mean that Androni doesn't move. After flirting with the two elven girls, she set her eyes on Felena again. In the past few days, she and this elf beauty have been almost inseparable, and the two of them are standing together, with a graceful demeanor, and they are unparalleled for a while. Elves love beauty, and even though Androni is wearing men's clothes, her complexion also suppresses Ferena. How can this little elf girl resist?

Sure enough, the old fox was in a hurry first. The news that the gods had sent to the Sara clan could not be concealed for a long time, otherwise the weak Sara clan would not be able to withstand it if the other tribes were attacked at the elders' meeting. Ferena was on the verge of falling under Andronie's almost brazen assault, and the Elder had hinted at it to Rogge several times, but Rogge was just playing dumb. He can't pretend to be stupid if he wants to, where can he control Androni!

Elder Sara finally lost her breath. If the Sara clan is finally merged by the seven-colored deer, Ferena's marriage will be a guarantee of the status of the Sara people after the merger! Of course, it is natural that the divine envoy has taken a fancy to Ferena, but that swordsman is just a follow-up of the divine envoy, and he is a human race, how can he be worthy of the Sara clan with the oldest elven blood?

At dusk on the third day, the elder finally let go of all his restraints and went straight to the point.

The Sara people are really not good at fighting, and Elder Sara's obsession with maintaining the inheritance is extremely heavy, which finally led to the current decline of the tribe, and it is necessary to rely on marriage to maintain the survival of the tribe. The elder grieved and tactfully offered to hope that the oracle would put some pressure on the House of Elders to preserve the oldest and most elegant inheritance of the elves.

Rogge sneered in his heart, "How can there be such a cheap business for you? He just smiled at Elder Sara and didn't answer.

Elder Sara grinded for a while, and Rog had only a holy face, and began to prevaricate with the official words that Shiloh would favor every elf. What the fat man thought to himself was: "You old thing wants to treat the human race as stupid, I want to see who is stupid!"

Two more days have passed like this, and it has been the sixth day since Elder Sara blocked the news of the Divine Envoy. Rogge didn't ask when he was going to the House of Elders, but Elder Sara was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. On this day, he had a secret conversation with Rogge again, and he had already made up his mind that as long as he maintained the ancient cultural heritage of the elves, he was willing to pay any price!

"Your Excellency, the inheritance of the Sara clan is only in your thoughts!" the elder knelt in front of Rogge.

Rog smiled and helped him up, "Elder Sarah! Shiloh will take care of his followers." I am only a messenger of the oracle, how can I influence the fate of the Sarahs?"

"Lord Divine Envoy, as long as you are willing to say a few words for the Sara clan in the Elder's House or even the Elven Grand Temple, the Sara clan will never be annexed by the Seven Colored Deer or other tribes! Divine Envoy, if you can grant me this small request, the Sara will be your most loyal subordinate!"

"If you are unwilling to merge for the Seven-Colored Deer, why are you willing to be loyal to me?"

"The Seven-Colored Deer just want to increase their own power and population. If they are merged, a hundred years later, they will completely erase the imprint of the existence of the Salar people by means of education, intermarriage, etc. And you are different, my lord, you are the messenger of Shiloh, and following you will have real room for development of our Sara clan!...... not to mention" Elder Sara's voice turned mysterious, "In my opinion, my lord, you also want to lead our elven clan to do something great, and it is not just as simple as returning to the holy land!"

Rogge's heart shook, but his face remained silent. "Elder, Shiloh is not a god without hope. In the same way, as his messenger, I have my own hopes and thoughts. Although the noble elves have always regarded honor as their own life, I still have to ask, how can I believe in the promise you just made?"

Elder Sara looked solemn and took an oath in Shiloh's name. When he said what he would do if he broke his oath, Rogge suddenly interjected: "Elder, you still swear by the fate of the whole Sara clan, only with such piety, Shiloh can hear!"

The Elder's face suddenly turned snow-white, and he was completely stunned by Rogge's sudden viciousness. If he swears by himself, for the sake of the future of the Sarah people, it is a big deal that he will die. However, by the fate of the entire Sarah clan, it is completely different.

But at the moment, the situation does not allow him to have too many choices. He also had a fluke thought in his heart, that the oracle of Shiloh would not harm Shiloh's most faithful believers.

After Elder Sara swore an oath, Rogge treated him much more kindly. But the fat man, who does not believe in gods and demons, has always had doubts about the binding force of the oath. He had to find another opportunity to tie the Sara to his chariot.

At this time, news came that the orcs of unprecedented scale had once again gathered outside the Sara Pass, and it would only take three days to rush to the territory of the Sara clan. After listening to the spies' report, Elder Sara couldn't help but frown. Judging from the news sent back by the griffin archers, the number of orcs assembled this time exceeded 1,000, and they were still being assembled. What's even more terrifying is that the Cyclops, an extremely fierce and dangerous race, also appeared among the orcs!

Cyclops can throw a ten-pound boulder into the air at a height of 100 meters, and the smaller one will throw it higher and farther, which is the nemesis of the griffin knight. In the past, the Sara tribe has always relied on the continuous rain of arrows from the griffin knights, and relied on the geographical advantages created by the ancient tree of elven warfare to withstand the orcs for many years. Now that the Cyclops have joined the orc camp, the griffin can only fly a hundred meters above, and the arrows shot from such a high altitude are much less of a threat to the rough-skinned orcs.

At the moment of the great enemy, Elder Sara could no longer care about calling the Divine Envoy, and hurriedly arranged the affairs of dealing with the enemy.

During the two days of intense preparation for the Sara clan, Rogge was not idle, he looked around to see the elves' preparation measures, and helped him if he could, and asked if he didn't understand something. Since the gods have asked questions, all the elves know everything, and they have no end to their words. In just two days, Rogge has learned a lot about the elven race's methods of warfare. He also instructed the elves with the military knowledge he had learned from Ophorok, and the Sara people once again appreciated the depth of the Divine Envoy.

What interested him was the very charming elf priestess Zhao Ye, who relied on the divine power of the elf ancient tree to cast a spell and sow seeds on a land full of magical power, and dozens of seedlings grew in half a day. At this time, the elves will take the saplings and plant them at the Sara Pass. After a few hours, the seedlings grow into giant war plants. Some are tree walls, some are man-eating trees, and some are towering, with branches and leaves stretching out, as if they were a natural arrow tower.

It looks like it won't take more than two days for a new little fortress to appear at the Sara Pass. It's just that these magic spells are extremely mana-intensive, and every time a batch of saplings grows, Zhao Ye is covered with sweat and pale, and he has to go back to rest for half a day, waiting for the recovery of his magic power.

But Rog counted around, and the Sara tribe could only go to war with one hundred and fifty people, how could they withstand the orc army outside? He was now clear about the strength of the orc army, because Androni was the best scout.

With such a large-scale invasion by the orcs this time, the seven-colored deer tribe who is always paying attention to it here will definitely not let it go. Rogge was waiting for them. If the Seven-Colored Deer fails to get into it as he hoped, then he, the oracle, will have to flee with the survivors of the Sara tribe. Anyway, with Androni here, he doesn't worry about safety.

In the past two days, Elder Lishara convened four or five meetings of the magicians, priests, and Barang to discuss countermeasures for retreating from the enemy, and Rogge was also present. But he had other plans, and he was confident, and he did not interfere in the affairs of the elves arranging the war.

Just as the orcs were still a day's journey from the Sara Pass, another piece of news came at the same time that surprised and delighted Elder Sara and Rogge. The five hundred warriors of the "Seven Colored Deer" tribe, led by Huron and the two elders, have come to the territory of the Sara tribe. In the face of the catastrophe, Elder Sara no longer dared to be stubborn, so she had to go out to welcome the arrival of the 'Seven-Colored Deer' troops.

The elves sat down in the council hall of the Sara tribe, and at this moment, Elder Sara had to introduce the oracle to the two elders of the Seven-Colored Deer tribe and Huron, Rogge. The faces of the leaders of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe are naturally as ugly as they are. It's just that tomorrow the orc army will be killed in front of the door, and it is really difficult to make trouble at this time, so ask this Sara tribe what is the intention of hiding the oracle.

The more Elder Fili of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe thought about it, the more annoyed he became. The Sara tribe preemptively welcomed the oracle, naturally wanting to curry favor with them, so as to use the influence of the oracle to prevent the fate of being swallowed up by the seven-colored deer. Now that the oracle has been hidden by the Sara tribe for no known number of days, it's hard to say whether any agreement has been reached. He became more and more annoyed, put aside the issue of war on the spot, and sarcastically blamed Elder Sara in a roundabout way.

Elves are elegant creatures. Even if they are sarcastic and sarcastic to each other, their speech and demeanor are very elegant and noble. The language used is also very elegant, with flowers on the surface and hidden wits in the field, and the true meaning of the inside often requires careful consideration to understand the viciousness in it.

The quarrel was exactly what Rogge liked and it opened his eyes. Because the fat man has to maintain his status as a divine envoy, he always sits upright, looking unfathomable, and does not say a word. But secretly, he is desperately trying to learn the way the elves quarrel, and this kind of quiet and smokeless scolding will be the most powerful weapon in the debate of the House of Lords of the nobles in the future.

The elves quarreled at the meeting, but tomorrow the battle was inevitable. After the quarrel, you still have to get together seriously and study strategies and tactics. The elves' tactic was simple, since the orcs had always simply swarmed up, they would use the ancient trees of war in the Sara Pass to kill and wound the orc vanguard as much as possible, and then the three-headed wetland wyvern of the Seven-Colored Deer tribe would take the lead, and Huron would lead the Elven Forest cavalry to then charge and defeat the orcs in one fell swoop.

The wetland flying dragon is more than ten meters long, with a huge body, rough skin and thick flesh, and four pairs of meat wings on its back, which can fly short distances, and is a powerful war monster. They are completely unafraid of the Cyclops' stones, and they are difficult to be injured by ordinary orcs. This is where the seven-colored deer tribe relies on.

Rogge listened, and just sneered secretly, maybe the orcs were easy to deal with before, but this time it will definitely be different. If you want to subdue the arrogant race of elves, you must first beat them hard, defeat them, and drive them to a dead end, before you can honestly listen to your own mercy. Therefore, Rogge will never give advice on their strategy and tactics, nor will he tell the elves what the danger lies ahead. Although Rog had not seen it, he had already known the advantages and disadvantages of these war beasts from the mouths of the Sara elves. With only three wetland wyverns, they could pose no threat to Rog's plans.

Towards the end of the meeting, Elder Fili, led by the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe, politely asked Rog to express his opinion. Rog thought for a moment, smiled slightly, stood up, and glanced at the elves in an incomprehensible manner.

"God said, "Whoever believes in him will be victorious." Rogge's magnetic voice echoed through the hall.

With the blessing of the divine messenger, everyone present was overjoyed. However, Rogge immediately came up with another sentence.

"Whoever defy the power of God will be punished. Punishment will be immediate. ”

With that, Rogge turned and walked out of the hall.

The next moment, a vine in the hall suddenly withered and turned into a dry vine.

There was silence in the hall.

Rogge drained the life force of the vines by sucking blood crystals, which did not belong to any magic, and he used his spiritual power to erase all magic fluctuations on the vines, so that no one in the elves would see what he had done.

Whether it is a spirit or a human, they always like to use miracles to explain things that they can't understand. Especially when it comes to oracles, what are not miracles?

Everyone looked at each other, and finally all eyes were focused on Elder Sarah. The divine envoy suddenly came to such a sentence without yin or yang, and showed the great power of divine might, there must be a reason for it. Needless to say, this is naturally Elder Sara who dared to hide the divine envoy privately. How else to explain where the gods made such a big fury?

Elder Sara held on under the fierce gaze of the two elders of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe and said nothing. Actually, he didn't have much to say. These days, he beckoned the divine envoy for fear of being inconsiderate, and if he was not afraid of disrespecting the divine envoy, he would simply take the initiative to offer the beautiful woman of the clan.

The elven elders were in a stalemate for a while, and finally broke up unhappily. As soon as everyone left the hall, Huron's face immediately changed, and Elder Sara was also crying bitterly.

Against the backdrop of the setting sun, Androni is like an angel who has fallen from the world, taking away almost all the brilliance around her for a while. She put her arms around Felena and whispered as she came.

"Who are you! Dare to touch my Huron's fiancée!"

Annoyed, Huron's longsword was unsheathed, and the blade danced with white magical light, which was obviously not ordinary. He let out a loud shout, flicked his wrist, and the sword sent an afterimage in the air, forming a huge six-pointed star, flying towards Androni.

Androni was stunned for a moment, then a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

A blue lightning bolt suddenly exploded, and the dazzling light suddenly made the elves present involuntarily close their eyes. Huron's sword flew into the sky in a circle, and Androni lazily hugged Frena, and the starry sky was not unsheathed, just resting on Huron's neck.

"What are you, dare to do it to me?" Androni's big beautiful eyes narrowed in a very charming way. Rogge knew that this was the eldest lady's murderous expression. He hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, "Put away your sword! Don't hurt the guests of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe by mistake!"

Androni stared at Rogge twice in the same dangerous way, before reluctantly putting away her sword and said coldly: "Next time someone dares to sword me first, I will take it as an invitation to a duel!"

Ferena's face changed drastically when she saw Huron, and she wanted to break free, but Androni's arms were suddenly as hard as stone, where could she push away? Because Huron had already announced that if she won the sacrificial meeting, she would marry Ferena, and according to the elven tradition, Ferena could not have any fornication with anyone during this time until the end of the sacrificial competition. Androni didn't know that she had committed the elven taboo. Rogge also didn't know that the elves had this habit, but he already felt that something was wrong.

Huron's whole body trembled, staring at Androni's background, wanting to pounce, but knowing that he was no match.

"Andre is my squire, he is not familiar with the elven traditions, and nothing happened to him and Miss Ferena. Rogge said lightly, stopping in front of Huron.

Huron's face was bruised, and he said in a hoarse voice: "What are you talking about? This is a trivial matter? My fiancée has been molested, this is a trivial matter? He has insulted my honor, and he will have to pay the corresponding price!"

"And what do you want to do? duel, or lead your tribe's warriors to round him up?" Rogge asked.

One sentence froze Huron's there.

To fight Androni is to die. But this kind of thing is not a big thing to say in the past to lead the soldiers to round up, but the god envoy is here, and he will definitely not sit idly by. If he insists on going his own way, don't say that the Divine Envoy will not agree, even Elder Fili will never agree. Offending the oracle of the thousand-year-old return oracle, this consequence is not something that the Sara people can afford.

Huron struggled inwardly for a long time, and finally the sense of honor prevailed over reason. He roared, "I'm going to duel!" and flew like Androni pounced.

Androni continued to walk slowly, as if there was no Huron elf behind her. But her long head suddenly flew up.

Rog sighed, raised his hand and pointed at Huron, and five magic missiles glowing with bright red light suddenly flew over. The surrounding elves exclaimed! Although the magic missile is only a first-level magic, Rogge doesn't chant a spell or make a gesture, he raises his hand and sends it out, which is clearly the style of the Great Magus!

Although Huron was furious, he was also a thirteenth-level archer. He suddenly fell to the ground, and the magic missile flew past his back.

Rogge smiled, his hands did not move, but his mental power unconsciously dragged the magic missile.

The magic missile turned a corner, and it flew back again!

Huron was taken aback, and with the strength of his hands, the whole person rose to the sky.

Rogge stretched out his hand and shook it in the void, his eyes flashed with silver light, and shouted, "Give me down!"

Rogge's mental power was everywhere, and Huron only felt an invisible big hand pulling his feet, and a strong force came, and Huron, who was flying upwards, suddenly turned downward and fell heavily on the ground.

Five magic missiles flew at this time and struck Huron. For a moment there was smoke and dust.

The onlookers were silent. All this is far beyond their comprehension.

Elder Fili hurried forward, pulled the disgraced Huron back, and bowed deeply to Rogge.

"Lord God's envoy, the orcs are enemies at present, and our seven-colored deer tribe knows the priorities. It's just that the elves of the Central Mountains now have some traditions of their own, so my useless son will offend the Divine Envoy. Please don't care, and protect us to win the war. ”

Rogge was very surprised, this Filip is so forbearing, not to be underestimated.

"Elder Fili, Shiloh will definitely protect us. In the battle of Ming, the elves will win. ”

Filip bowed his head, thanked Rog for his blessing, and led the troops of the Seven-Colored Deer to prepare for war with the orcs.

Groups of nervous elven warriors passed by Rog, smiling, and uncontrollably saying words of blessing to each elven warrior who asked for a blessing, but unclean thoughts kept spinning in his head

"If the elves have gods, then do the orcs also have their own gods? It seems that the elves didn't pick their own gods, so they would have lost so badly thousands of years ago. Our human race is much smarter, and with the blessing of the supreme god with the highest status, what are we afraid of? Just look at the current situation of the elf race, what kind of bullshit Shiloh is, it seems that his ability is very limited. ”

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