The burning fire and slowly wandering figures were like sacrifices from ancient religions, but everyone was silent, making the air a little sad.

These rituals that have come from ancient times are somewhat puzzled, but they are very simple. There is no need to speak, and the respect for the saints and trust in the gods are hidden in the heart. When everyone is tired of walking by the fire, they will sit spontaneously under the sculptures. Even if they are wearing gray cloaks, they can see the difference in their body shapes.

There are countless races here that have disappeared from the long river of time, but they are preserved by the curse of the God of Time, in this form. Is this a curse or the final gift of the God of Time? This is also indescribable. After all, the God of Time was killed by the pope who held a magical staff and wore a celestial armor. Since he is a god, the name of the curse is too evil.

Except for the ninth and twelfth saints belonging to the Holy See of Light, and the Elf King who are constantly taking over, other saints should not have inherited. The saints do not possess the power of God, but they chose to sleep or hide in the curse of the God of Time, allowing their lives to continue...

Then, can the people here die, survive again? The ninth saint who took office failed here for some reason. If he stayed here instead of being seriously injured, he should not die.

Wang Xiaofeng stood aside and thought a lot, while the old goblin took him to sit cross-legged in an inconspicuous corner. He sighed in his ear, "The curse is that no one of them can leave this town, because everyone thinks that they have just arrived, and their thinking and memory remain on the first day after the saint's instructions."

"What would it feel like to read this ten thousand years of life every day?"

"I don't see much, it's just the whole story of this incident and everything that happened the day before." The old elf explained in a low voice, but no longer had the nagging he had yesterday. "It is a great sin to blind a goblin who pursues the truth in this lie. The saint told me all this and asked me to supervise the entire town."

"Has no outsiders ever broken in?"

"Yes, I've seen all those memories just now. I was killed by the old bear, and Eve became a matter again. The others... they all sat in that corner." The old goblin reacted at this moment, slightly raised his cloak, and looked at Wang Xiaofeng's gray-covered hat brim. "Are you okay?"

"I have the protection of the goddess of light, and I have worshipped in the Temple of Time and fished in the long river of time. Of course, there will be no problem."

The old goblin was skeptical, but Wang Xiaofeng suddenly stood up and walked forward in the figure sitting on the ground, making a look of listening.

He heard a female voice crying softly, not far ahead, coming from the four statues. Is this the summoning of the saint? Or his auditory hallucination?

But after a lot of trouble, he finally got to this point, so he had no reason not to continue.

The whole process today seems dull, but if he had not obtained Hercules Pill by chance, he would not have been able to get guidance from the old man. Without a certain strength, he would not be able to survive in the hands of two level 85 cultivators. Not to mention that mysterious depravator Eve, who muttered, was an old goblin for several hours.

If he regards every step as a test, he should be considered to be 60 now. Of course, at the critical moment, Garfield's gift saved his life.

The surrounding townsmen did not move any movement and were still sitting quietly, but some people would not help but look up at the figure walking by.

Eve looked up at Wang Xiaofeng, and the charming face under the cloak showed a charming smile, which made people feel excited. The three children sat quietly beside several cultivators. The two cultivators who had been chasing Wang Xiaofeng for a long time looked at the gray robe figure in confusion, with inexplicable anger in their hearts.

The old bear man's burly figure stood there, like a hill exuding a tough aura. This is a powerful warrior, although he is tempering a shield every day...

"Light sacrifice, light sacrifice..."

As we get closer, we can hear that the call came from the statue of the elf beauty. The four statues are an orc with a horned and a cow nose, a beautiful elf, a short but kind-hearted goblin and a middle-aged man in mighty armor.

"The Light Sacrifice... Leave quickly..."

Finally, he heard the call in his heart and urged him to leave. Wang Xiaofeng shook his head and sighed. He was not a person who would never give up until he achieved his goal, but he did not let himself try when he had the chance. This was what he could not accept and tolerate the most.

The saints resent the Holy See of Light? Once or now, as the rulers of the mainland, they are a kind of loser, but they should have a different positioning and awareness about the battle between light and darkness.

"Why do you want me to leave?"

Wang Xiaofeng's voice suddenly came out, causing the surrounding townsmen to look up at the figure that suddenly made a sound, but saw a man lifting his robe, revealing the robe embroidered with birds and light signs inside.

"The envoy of the Holy See of Light has passed away with the wind, and I ask for a few saints."

A yellow light suddenly burst out on the orc sculpture with a bull nose and a bull horn, which was very similar to the scene when Wang Xiaofeng opened the scroll of fate. But when the light swept in front of Wang Xiaofeng, his figure disappeared from the spot.

"Messenger of Light? Are you going to see me?"

The majestic voice made Wang Xiaofeng look up. He was in a huge stone chamber. The huge figure sitting on the stone chair gave him a feeling of being like a bull demon king.

He supported his forehead with his hands, as if he was thinking about something, and his eyes were filled with inexplicable tension.

"You want me to help you lift the ban on that breastplate? I'm delusional."

The Taurus shook his hand, and Wang Xiaofeng's body began to pull as if it was torn apart. There was no chance to tell the difference. Wang Xiaofeng's body flashed and appeared in front of a fortress.

This is a majestic fortress built beside the abyss, with dark air and unscathed flames being his low profile. It seems to exist on the border between hell and the human world, giving people a feeling of intimidation and fierceness.

A sigh came from the fortress, and the feeling of pulling that had just disappeared came again, which made Wang Xiaofeng feel a little depressed. Another saint who let him leave without saying anything was even said.

The picture turned again and was in a large underground palace next to it, with goblins walking around holding swords. This was underground, because looking up at the 100-meter-high stone roof covered with magic light sources, it was definitely not built by humans.

With such a big scene, you should give yourself a chance to speak, right? Wang Xiaofeng thought so. He had just sorted out his clothes and planned to move forward, but a team of goblin soldiers pressed his neck with a sword.

Looking at the group of small heads standing around, and a word he couldn't hear clearly from the depths of the palace, Wang Xiaofeng was escorted by the soldiers and walked towards the teleportation array beside him. He thought it was a teleportation array entering the palace, similar to the teleportation array entering and exiting the Vatican Temple, but he didn't expect...

"It's a bit different from what I think, they didn't kill you."

A cold voice came, causing Wang Xiaofeng, who was looking at the tree house, to look up. This was a young elf with short brown hair, his tight little face as cold as frost, and under his small, beautiful nose was the thin lips that outlined a few helplessness.

"We finally met and passed away with the wind."

"Her Majesty the Queen?" Wang Xiaofeng asked tentatively, and he had already confirmed that her sharp ears were the best proof.

"It's me, but I don't like this title." The Elf Queen sat on an emerald green throne. The tree house was simply decorated but did not feel any luxury. The Elf Queen wore a green long dress, which gave people an inexplicable weirdness.

"Since this is the choice of the three of them, for some reason, I can't help you unblock it... That's all."

The elf queen said this, but smiled and blinked at Wang Xiaofeng, as if someone could hear their conversation. Wang Xiaofeng was a little clear in his heart, and his wrist guards were obtained by the hands of His Majesty, obviously for the Lord who was in Cao's camp and was in Han.

"I won't keep you for a long time. If you want to see me, go to the ancient elves tribe. Go back."

bite!

System prompts: Mission [Hun's Greetings] is completed, mission evaluation: Medium-level level, players pass by with the wind and have a rising reputation in the camp of light.
Chapter completed!