Blasphemy: 5 beliefs

The welcome ceremony of the Sala people is grand and simple. Although there are no splendid decorations on the golden wall, the sincerity shown by the entire clan, regardless of age or sex, cannot be replaced by any gorgeous decorations or luxurious banquets.

Looking at the enthusiasm and expectation in the beautiful eyes of the elves, Rogge couldn't help but be moved. He felt a little unable to connect these enthusiastic eyes with gold coins. However, the value of the elves is measured in gold bricks, so the drama must go on.

The elves have not changed much for thousands of years and have no intention of making progress. On the contrary, the human race has continued to thrive amidst repeated wars and self-strife. The arts related to war, whether it is magic, strategy, combat skills or the study of large-scale war equipment, have made rapid progress. The territory of the human kingdom is also constantly expanding. From this point of view, if the elves want to change their destiny, apart from comprehensive changes, they really have no choice but to hide in the holy land opened by Hilo.

"Although I lied to them, I also helped them!" Fatty comforted himself this way.

Having been in the Church of Light for a long time, Rogge knew very well how to use faith, the best weapon, to deal with believers. The elves have been famous for their enthusiasm for Hero, the great elf of war. In the war of the last thousand years, the elves actually pinned the outcome of the battle on Hilo's miracle! Now after thousands of years, Hilo has never shown any miracles. The elves' faith in him must have been shaken a lot. But no matter how shaken it is, this belief is much more pious than that of human believers.

"Take me to the temple of Shiloh, and I will bring you his oracle." Rogge said to the leader of the Sara clan elders with a holy look.

Surrounded by the elves of the Sala tribe, Rogge proudly walked into the elven temple of the Sala tribe and stood in front of the altar. He bowed his head and prayed silently for a moment, then turned around.

The elves in the temple exclaimed in low voices, accompanied by whispers.

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

"Supreme Hero Helo said that he would show the way back to all the elves."

Roger raised his hand and pointed forward again.

"I have seen the direction pointed out by Shiloh, and my feet are on this 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!"

Every movement of Rogge was so elegant and harmonious. Countless petals fell down from his movements, and when they were about to fall to the ground, they turned into light and slowly disappeared.

"I will not walk alone, I will lead you on the road back!"

"Whoever believes in me will be saved!"

At the last sentence, Rogge’s voice rose in vain. The holy light on his body was dazzling, and petals fell from the flower trees around the temple and floated into the temple, creating a colorful carpet of flowers in front of Rogge.

"This is Shiloh's voice!" the elf priestess of the Sara tribe suddenly said.

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

The simple ceremony is solemn and sacred. Rogge copied what the Church of Light did, and it seemed to work pretty well. After hundreds of years of tempering, the Church of Light’s skill in creating a sacred atmosphere is unparalleled in the entire continent. The waves of powerful mental fluctuations that Rogge deliberately emitted shook the hearts of all the elves present. Of course, the most important thing is that Rogg amplified the fluctuations on the elf horn. This was originally a precautionary move, but I didn't expect that the elven priest could really identify it, which made Rogge secretly break out in a cold sweat.

Holy light and flower petals are both illusions, but the flowers flying in outside the window are more real skills. They were dragged in by Rogge's mental power. Manipulating such a large number of petals at one time is also a big burden for Rogge's huge mental power.

Roger's smile was solemn and kind, and he was extremely satisfied with the current results. 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! Let’s see if we can trick a few other tribes into taking the bait.

The elves are still very suspicious. Rogge came to this conclusion from the reaction of the elf priest just now. He was not prepared to abduct all the elves, only those who were the most pious and prepared to follow him without question. Rogge has the confidence to lead the elves onto the glorious road of happy life, of course, the kind of happy life he understands.

After the sacrificial ceremony, there was a set of complicated welcome ceremonies and welcome banquets. It seems that the Sara tribe, which has inherited the artistic tradition, has also retained the etiquette of the ancient elven country thousands of years ago. It wasn't until Rogge was lying on the hard wooden bed that he could take a breath.

"These elves really don't know how to enjoy life." Rogge was extremely dissatisfied with the room. This tree house is entirely built on ancient trees, and almost every table in the house is made of naturally grown wisteria. The bed was pretty good, with thick brocade cushions, presumably because it was a human habit to take care of the envoy. The entire tree house is elegant and quiet, filled with the faint fragrance of vegetation, and has a natural appeal. However, Rogge's favorite style has always been grand and extravagant, a typical taste of the nouveau riche, and he doesn't really appreciate these.

This tree house was originally the residence of Elder Sarah, but now it was specifically given to the Lord God Envoy, and Rogge accepted it without hesitation. Fatty knows that sometimes you have to be approachable, and sometimes you still have to put on the necessary pomp and airs.

But on this hard bed, Roger tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He always felt that there was something else he had forgotten. He simply sat up, put on his clothes and went out. A female elf warrior walked up to the door and asked respectfully: "Master God Envoy, are you not resting well?"

"Ah no! The layout here is very good! I want to enjoy the night here, so I got up and walked around."

"Then let me take you on a tour." The soldier still said respectfully.

Rogg took a closer look and saw that it was Elder Sarah’s daughter Feileina. She is about the same height as Rogge, her face is pretty and pure, and there is a hint of fortitude in her eyebrows. Even among the elves who are famous for their beauty, Felena can be considered a beauty. No wonder he was attracted by Huron of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe.

Looking at Feileina's pretty face in the moonlight, Rogge suddenly understood what he had forgotten. That means he is a human race! Although he has successfully impersonated the envoy of God, the thousand-year hatred between the elves and the human race cannot be easily resolved, not to mention that the elves are extremely arrogant and arrogant guys. Look at Barang, he has tried his hand at it. Other elves must have had this idea to some extent.

And elves are naturally fond of beautiful things. He is only average among human men, how can he compare with elves?

What does it mean to laugh but not laugh? It’s right on Felena’s face!

Roger suddenly had the urge to smash her nose with his fist. It seems that it is still necessary to establish authority again.

He looked at Felena with a smile, looking up and down carefully. Rogge's smile was as warm as sunshine, but there was a bone-chilling coldness inside. Felena instinctively felt the huge crisis, her pointed ears stood up straight, and her handsome face became pale.

Roger did not relax, and the mental coercion struck her soul one after another, directly engraving the mark of fear in the depths of her mind.

Plop, Feileina 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 was shaky and unable to stand.

"Master God, I'm sorry, I...I'm rude."

Roger looked at her deeply and said calmly: "What God bestows is not just grace. I hope you will not forget this."

Rogg stood quietly, looking at Feileina's faltering back.

"This girl is pretty! Why are you bullying her?" Androni appeared behind Rogge like a ghost.

Roger chuckled and put his arm around Androni's waist. "No matter how good-looking she is, how can she compare with you!"

Androni smiled, and the Blue Star Sky Sword struck Rogge's ribs like lightning, causing the fat man's teeth and mouth to crack in pain.

She looked at Rogge with a half-smile and said, "Have you forgotten Elesis so quickly? In your heart, which one of us is more important?"

Roger's face suddenly darkened and he sighed softly.

Androni apologized slightly, looked at him and asked softly: "Your knowledge on the magic circle is very powerful, it is not at the same level as your magic power. This is the first time I know There is also a magic circle that can store so much fighting spirit. And you can carve such a complex magic circle on a small white jade horn, which is really amazing! Well, it seems that I was right in not killing you."

She slapped Rogge **** the shoulder: "Work hard for the Rocherio family from now on!"

Rogg reluctantly cheered up, looked at the white hands on his shoulders, and replied: "Of course you can work hard, but the condition is still the same, you marry me!"

Androni bit her lower lip, and a wisp of starry sky fighting energy came out of her palm, causing Rogge to scream in pain.

"You still want to take advantage of me! If you have nothing to do in the future, make me some more magic equipment! That horn is really good! You really deserve to have opened an equipment store."

Roger smiled bitterly and said: "Miss, how could you like the things I made? Don't comfort me, in fact, your piece of jade is better."

Androni shook her head and smiled: "No, you are still insidious enough. Do you think our trap will be useful?"

"They should be fooled. As long as the horn is blown, no matter how powerful the envoy is, as long as he is not a paladin, it will be enough for him. Miss, having said that, I really didn't notice your sculpting skills. It will be this high."

The fake elf horn carved by Androni that day was almost real. Rogge used his spiritual power to carve the magic circle he learned from the black crystal onto the horn. Finally, Androni injected a large amount of starry sky. Fighting Qi, Fatty carved another layer of magic circle to cover up the fluctuations of Fighting Qi.

Carmela was absent-minded, gathered her fighting spirit and blew out, immediately destroying the second level of the magic circle. Her little mouth had no defense, and was turned into crystal by the surging starry sky fighting energy on the spot.

The next day, Rogge was able to have a secret conversation with Elder Sarah, which lasted for two days. Elder Sarah is nearly four hundred years old and is about to reach the limit of the elf's life. The long years have brought not only wisdom, depth, but also cunning. In the past two days, apart from talking to Rogge about the glorious history of the elves and the greatness of Hilo, Elder Sara did not mention anything about the merger of the Sara clan with the Seven-Colored Deer. Rogge sneered in his heart, but on the surface he was naturally sanctimonious. If the old fox didn't mention it, he was naturally not in a hurry.

Although Rogge stayed still, it didn't mean that Androni didn't move either. After teasing the two elf girls, she set her sights on Feilena. In the past few days, she had been almost inseparable from this little elf beauty. The two stood together, their manners elegant and unparalleled. Elves love beauty, and even though Androni is dressed in men's clothing, her appearance firmly overwhelms Felena. How can a little elf girl resist this?

As expected, the old fox became anxious first. The news that the divine messenger has arrived at the Sala tribe cannot be concealed for long, otherwise the other tribes will launch an attack at the council of elders, and the weak Sala tribe will not be able to withstand it. Ferena was about to fall under Androni's bold and almost shameless offensive. The elder had hinted this to Rogge several times, but Rogge was just pretending to be stupid. He couldn't help but pretend to be stupid. How could he control Androni?

Elder Sara finally lost her temper. If the Sala tribe is eventually merged by the Seven-Colored Deer, Feileina's marriage will be the guarantee of the Sala tribe's status after the merger! Of course, it is good that the Lord God Envoy has taken a liking to Feileina, but that swordsman is just the follower of the God Envoy, and he is a human race. How can he be worthy of the Sara clan, which has the oldest elven bloodline?

At dusk on the third day, the elder finally let go of all reserve and went straight in.

The Sala tribe is really not good at fighting, and Elder Sala's obsession with maintaining the inheritance is extremely important. This has finally led to the tribe's current decline, and they even have to marry to maintain the tribe's existence. The elder suggested sadly and tactfully, hoping that the divine envoy could put some pressure on the Elders' Council to preserve the oldest and most elegant inheritance of the elves.

Rogge sneered in his heart, "How can you be so advantageous? You won't say anything for any benefit." At the moment, he just looked at Elder Sarah with a smile and did not answer.

Elder Sarah waited for a while longer, and Rogge only had a holy face, and began to use official language such as Shiloh to care for every elf. What the fat man was thinking was: "You old guy wants to treat the human race as stupid, but I want to see who is stupid!"

Another two days passed like this, and it was already the sixth day that Elder Sara blocked the news about the Divine Envoy. Rogge didn't ask when he would go to the Elder's House at all, but Elder Sara was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. On this day, he once again had a secret conversation with Rogge. He had made up his mind that as long as he maintained the ancient cultural heritage of the elves, he was willing to pay any price!

"Lord God Envoy! The inheritance of the Sarah family is only in your mind!" The elder knelt down in front of Rogge.

Roger smiled and helped him up, saying: "Elder Sara! Shiloh will take care of his followers. I am just a messenger spreading the oracle, how can I influence the fate of the Sara clan?"

"Lord Divine Envoy, as long as you are willing to say a few words for the Sala tribe in the Elders' House or even the Great Elf Temple, the Sala tribe will never be annexed by Qiselu or other tribes! How many elves are there? Thousands of years of cultural inheritance will continue. Lord God, if you can agree to this small request of mine, the Sara tribe will become your most loyal subordinates!"

"Since you are unwilling to merge for Qiselu, why are you willing to be loyal to me?"

"Seven Colored Deer just wants to increase their own power and population. If they are merged by them, a hundred years later, they will use education, intermarriage and other methods to completely erase the imprint of the Sala tribe's existence. But you are different, sir. You are the envoy of Shiloh. Only by following you, our Sarah family, will have real room for development! What’s more..." Elder Sarah’s voice turned mysterious, "In my opinion, Sir, you also want to lead our elves to do something big. It’s not just as simple as returning to the Holy Land!”

Rogg's heart was shaken, but his face remained calm. "Elder, Shiloh is not a **** without passion. Similarly, as his messenger, I also have my own passion and thoughts. Although the noble elves have always regarded honor as their own lives, I still have to ask , how can I believe the promise you just made?"

Elder Sarah looked solemn and took an oath in the name of Shiloh. When he talked about what he would do if he broke his oath, Rogge suddenly interrupted: "Elder, you should swear by the fate of the entire Sara clan. Only with such piety can Shiloh listen!"

The elder's face suddenly turned white, and he was completely stunned by Rogge's sudden viciousness. If he swore by himself, for the sake of the future of the Sala clan, the worst he could do was to die. However, judging by the fate of the entire Sala clan, it is completely different.

But the situation at this moment did not allow him to have too many choices. He also had a lucky idea in his mind that Hilo's envoy would not harm Hilo's most loyal believers.

After Elder Sarah swore the oath, Rogge's attitude towards him became much more cordial. But Fatty, who did not believe in gods and demons, always had doubts about the binding force of the oath. He would also look for another opportunity to tie the Sala clan tightly to his chariot.

At this time, news came that an unprecedented number of orcs had once again gathered outside the Sala Pass. It only took three days to rush to the territory of the Sala tribe. After listening to the spies' report, Elder Sarah couldn't help but frown. Judging from the news sent back by the gryphon archers, the number of orcs gathered this time actually exceeds a thousand, and they are still gathering. What's even more frightening is that an extremely ferocious and dangerous race like the Cyclops also appears among the orcs!

The Cyclops can throw a boulder weighing ten kilograms hundreds of meters into the air. If it weighs less, it will be thrown higher and farther. It is the nemesis of the Griffin Knight. In the past, the Sala tribe had been relying on the gryphon knights' continuous aerial arrow strikes and relying on the geographical advantages created by the ancient trees of elven warfare to be able to resist the orcs for many years. Now that the Cyclops has joined the orc camp, the gryphon can only fly above a hundred meters. Arrows shot from such a height are much less of a threat to the thick-skinned orcs.

With the enemy at hand, Elder Sarah no longer bothered to call the envoy, and hurriedly went to make arrangements to deal with the enemy.

During the two days when the Sala tribe was preparing intensively for war, Rogge was not idle either. He went around to observe the elves' preparations for war. He helped whenever he could and asked if there was anything he didn't understand. Since the Lord God Envoy asked a question, all the elves told him everything they knew. In just two days, Rogge had a general understanding of the elves' war methods. He also taught the elves with the military knowledge he learned from Ofiloch, allowing the Sarah tribe to once again appreciate the profoundness of the envoy.

What interested him was the charming female elf priest Zhaoye. She relied on the magical power of the ancient elf tree to sow seeds in a piece of land rich in magic. In half a day, dozens of seedlings grew. out. At this time, elves will take these saplings and plant them at the Sala Pass. After a few hours, the seedlings grew into giant war plants. Some are tree walls, some are man-eating trees, and some tower into the sky with their branches and leaves stretching out, just like a natural arrow tower.

It looks like a new small fortress will appear at Sala Pass in less than two days. It's just that these magics consume a lot of magic power. Every time a batch of saplings grow, Zhao Ye is sweating and his face turns pale. He has to go back to rest for a long time and wait for the magic power to recover.

But Rogge kept counting and found out that only one hundred and fifty people from the Sarah tribe could go on the battlefield. How could they resist the orc army outside? He now knows the strength of the orc army clearly, because Androni is the best scout.

This time the orcs invaded on such a large scale, the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe who was always paying attention here would definitely not let it go. It was them that Rogge was waiting for. If the Seven-Colored Deer failed to get involved as he wished, then he, the divine envoy, would have no choice but to escape with the survivors of the Sala tribe. Anyway, with Androni here, he didn't worry about safety.

In the past two days, Elder Sara convened four or five meetings with magicians, priests, and Balang to discuss strategies to retreat from the enemy. Rogge was also present. But he had other plans and was confident that he would not interfere with the elves' arrangements for war.

Just when the orcs were still one day away from Sara Pass, another news that surprised and delighted Elder Sara and Rogge came at the same time. The five hundred warriors of the "Seven Colored Deer" tribe, led by Huron and two elders, have arrived at the territory of the Sala tribe. Facing the catastrophe, Elder Sara no longer dared to be stubborn and had to go out to welcome the arrival of the "Seven Colored Deer" troops.

A group of elves sat down in the Sara tribe meeting hall. At this moment, Elder Sara had no choice but to introduce the divine envoy Rogge to the two elders of the Seven Colored Deer Tribe and Huron. The faces of the leaders of the Seven Colored Deer Tribe are naturally as ugly as possible. It’s just that the orc army will be in front of the door tomorrow. It’s really not easy to attack at this time. Ask the Sara tribe what their intention is to hide the divine envoy secretly.

Elder Feili of the Qiselu tribe became more and more annoyed as he thought about it. The Sala tribe was the first to welcome the divine envoy, naturally wanting to curry favor and use the divine envoy's influence to prevent the fate of being annexed by the Seven-Colored Deer. Now this divine envoy has been hidden by the Sara tribe for who knows how many days. It is hard to say whether some agreement has been reached. He became more and more annoyed. He put aside the war issue on the spot and sarcastically criticized Elder Sarah.

Elves are elegant creatures. Even when they were sarcastic and sarcastic, their speech and behavior were very elegant and noble. The language used is also very elegant. On the surface, it is full of flowers, but on the ground, there is a hidden edge. The true meaning inside often requires careful thinking to understand the viciousness.

This quarrel suited Rogge and opened his eyes a lot. Because the fat man had to maintain his status as a divine envoy, he always sat upright, looking enigmatic and silent. But secretly, he was trying his best to learn the elves' way of quarreling. This calm and smokeless scolding would be the most powerful weapon in future debates in the House of Lords.

The elves quarreled at the meeting, but the battle tomorrow is inevitable. After the quarrel, we still have to get together seriously to study strategies and tactics. The tactics of the elves are very simple. Since the orcs have always simply swarmed up, then use the ancient war trees in the Sara Pass to kill the orc vanguard as much as possible. Then the three wetland flying dragons of the Seven Colored Deer tribe will take the lead, and Huron will lead the elves in the forest. The cavalry then charged and defeated the orcs in one fell swoop.

The Wetland Flying Dragon is more than ten meters long. It is huge, with rough skin and thick flesh. It has four fleshy wings on its back and can fly short distances. It is a powerful war beast. They are not afraid of the Cyclops's stones, and they are difficult to be hurt by ordinary orcs. This is exactly what the Qiselu tribe relies on.

After hearing this, Rogge just sneered secretly. Maybe the orcs were easy to deal with in the past, but this time it will definitely be different. If you want to subdue an arrogant race like the elves, you must first beat them hard, knock them down, and force them into a corner before they can honestly listen to your own mercy. Therefore, Rogge would never provide advice on their strategies and tactics, nor would he tell the elves what the danger ahead was. Wetland dragon? Although Rogge has never seen them, he already knows the advantages and disadvantages of these giant war beasts from the mouths of the Sala elves. There were only three wetland flying dragons, which could not pose any threat to Rogge's plan.

As the meeting came to an end, Elder Feili, headed by the Qiselu Tribe, politely asked Rogge to express his opinion. Rogge thought about it carefully, smiled slightly, stood up, and glanced at the elves enigmatically.

"God said that whoever believes in him will win." Rogge's magnetic voice echoed in the hall.

With the blessing of the divine messenger, everyone present was beaming with joy. However, Rogge immediately said something else.

"Whoever despises the power of God will be punished. The punishment will be seen immediately before his eyes."

After saying that, Rogge turned around and left the hall.

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

There was silence in the hall.

Rogg drained the life force of the vines by sucking blood crystals. This did not belong to any magic. He also used his mental power to erase all the magic fluctuations on the vines. No one from the elves would notice this. It was all his fault.

Elves and humans alike always like to use miracles to explain things they cannot understand. Especially those related to divine messengers. What else is it if it’s not a miracle?

Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes focused on Elder Sara. The divine envoy suddenly said this without any hesitation, and showed the great power of the divine power. There must be a reason for everything. The reason for this, needless to say, was Elder Sara who dared to hide the divine envoy secretly. How else to explain where the envoy of God came from to be so popular?

Elder Sara insisted on saying nothing under the sharp gazes of the two elders of the Qiselu tribe. In fact, he had nothing to say. These days, he was afraid of doing something wrong when greeting the divine envoys. If he were not afraid of being disrespectful to the divine envoys, he would have offered up the beautiful women of his clan.

The elven elders were in a stalemate for a while, and finally broke up unhappy. As soon as everyone left the hall, Huron's expression changed immediately, and Elder Sarah was also complaining.

Under the setting sun, Androni was like an angel who had fallen into the world, and for a time almost took away all the brilliance around her. She hugged Fei Leena and walked over in a serious whisper.

"Who are you! How dare you touch my Huron's fiancée!"

The extremely angry Huron sword was unsheathed, and white magic light danced on the blade, which was obviously not ordinary. He shouted loudly, flicked his wrist, and the long sword brought out an afterimage in the air, forming a huge six-pointed star and flying towards Androni.

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

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

"Who are you? Dare you do anything to me?" Androni's beautiful big eyes narrowed in an extremely charming manner. Rogge knew that this was a sign that the young lady had murderous intentions. He hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Put your sword away! Don't accidentally hurt the distinguished guests of the Seven Colored Deer Tribe!"

Androni stared at Rogge dangerously, then reluctantly sheathed her sword and said coldly: "Next time someone dares to draw a sword on me first, I will treat him as This is an invitation to a duel!" After that, he walked away.

Felena's face changed drastically when she saw Huron, and she wanted to break free, but Androni's arms were suddenly as hard as stone. How could she push away? Because Huron has announced that if he wins the sacrificial meeting, he will marry Feilena. According to the tradition of the elves, Feilena cannot have an affair with anyone during this period until the competition at the sacrificial meeting is over. Androni didn't know that she had violated the taboo of the elves. Rogge also didn't know that the elves had this habit, but he already felt something was wrong.

Huron was trembling all over, staring at Androni's background, wanting to pounce, but knowing that he was no match.

"Andre is my bodyguard. He is not familiar with the traditions of the elves, and nothing happened between him and Miss Felena." Rogge said lightly and stopped in front of Huron.

Veins appeared on Huron's face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Master God! What are you talking about? Is this a trivial matter? My fiancée was molested, is this a trivial matter? He insulted my honor. You have to pay the corresponding price!"

"Then what do you want? A duel? Or lead your tribe's warriors to round him up?" Rogge asked.

One sentence froze Huron there.

To fight Androni is to die. But it is not feasible to lead soldiers to round up such a thing, but the Lord God Envoy is here and will never sit idly by. If he insists on having his own way, not to mention whether the God Envoy will agree or not, even Elder Philip will never agree. The Sara clan cannot bear the consequences of offending the oracle who has upheld the oracle of return for thousands of years.

Huron struggled internally for a long time, and finally his sense of honor defeated his reason. He roared angrily: "I want a duel!" The flying elephant Androni jumped up.

Androni still moved forward slowly, as if there was no elf Huron behind her. But her hair suddenly flew up in the wind.

Roger sighed, raised his hand and pointed at Huron, and five magic missiles shining with bright red light suddenly flew over. The elves around were exclaimed! Although the magic missile is only a first-level magic, Rogge fired it without chanting a spell or making a gesture, and just raised his hand. This is clearly the style of a great mage!

Although Huron was furious, he was still a level 13 archer. He suddenly fell to the ground, and magic missiles flew past his back.

Roger smiled and kept his hands behind his back, but his mental power unknowingly pulled the magic missile.

The magic missile turned a corner and flew back again!

Huron was taken aback. He used his hands hard and his whole body rose into the sky.

Rogg stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air, his eyes flashed with silver light, and shouted: "Get down here!"

Rogg's mental energy was everywhere, Huron only felt an invisible big hand pulling his feet, a strong force came, Huron, who was flying upwards, suddenly turned downwards, and fell heavily to the ground. .

Five magic missiles flew at just this moment and hit Huron. It was filled with smoke and dust for a while.

The elves watching were silent. All this is far beyond their understanding.

Elder Feili hurried forward and pulled the disgraced Huron back ~IndoMTL.com~ and bowed deeply to Rogge.

"Master God Envoy, the orcs are facing a powerful enemy, and we, the Seven Colored Deer Tribe, know our priorities. It’s just that the elves in the Central Mountains now have some traditions of their own, so my useless son offended Master God Envoy. Please don't worry about it and protect us from winning the war tomorrow."

Roger was very surprised. This Fili can be so forbearing and should not be underestimated.

"Elder Feili, Shiloh will definitely protect us. In tomorrow's battle, the elves will win."

Fili bowed his head in salute, thanked Rogge for his blessing, and led the Seven-Colored Deer troops to prepare for the war with the orcs.

A group of nervous elf warriors passed by Rogge. He smiled and said blessings to each elf warrior who asked for blessings, but his mind kept thinking about uncleanliness. Thoughts

"If the elves have gods, do the orcs also have their own gods? Who wins and who loses between the two races may be the result of the battle between the two gods. It seems that the elves did not choose the right **** of their own. Ah, why did we lose so miserably a thousand years ago. Our human race is much smarter, and we have the blessing of the highest-ranking Supreme God, so what are we afraid of? Just look at the current situation of the elves and you will know, what kind of **** Hilo, it seems My abilities are very limited."