Magical Strategist

The big man was muscular, over three meters tall, with a strong body and a thick and long brown beard.

In front of him, the real dragon looked very thin, as if he could be beaten into a meat pie with one palm.

You know, druids rely on natural magic to fight. Not only are they strong and powerful, they also have better magic skills. This is why the blood elves are afraid of them. Their fighting ability is too strong.

"Still want to run away?" The druid looked very angry, and his bark-like face wrinkled even more exaggeratedly. "Are you going to call your accomplices to help?"

As soon as he finished speaking, I saw 500 blood elf warriors from Erin being escorted over by another group of bear-shaped druids. They were all tied up with ropes.

"You blood elves are becoming more and more unruly. You trespass into our territory no longer just once or twice. Do you have to start a war?" said the bear-shaped druid.

Eileen recovered from the shock. She took a few steps forward and came to the Druid. She said in a soft tone: "Little girl Eileen of the Mora tribe, it is really a helpless move to enter the noble territory. Please don't worry. We We are definitely not here to cause trouble, so please let us go.”

The druid grinned and laughed, his laughter deafening. "Trespassing without our consent is already a capital crime, and you still want me to let you go? This is the funniest joke I've heard this year."

"Hey, let me tell you, you haven't heard of Irene of the Mora tribe, have you? At least give me some face." The real dragon also stood up and said.

The druid suddenly became furious and slapped him in the face.

The real dragon anticipated it and avoided it nimbly.

However, the air flow from this slap was too strong, like a sudden hurricane, which forced the real dragon to turn several somersaults.

The real dragon refused to give up and quickly stood up, golden fighting spirit emerging. So what about the Druid? Let’s fight later!

"Stop!" Eileen quickly stopped the fight. Nothing can happen again at this juncture. They are not here to fight. If they really want to fight, this small force will not be enough even if they die hundreds of times. "Hui, don't do anything! Just listen to them."

Seeing that Eileen was quite candid, the druid did not embarrass the real dragon. He said: "There has been no conflict between us and the Mora tribe for more than hundreds of years. The most recent one was when that old guy Sara challenged him before he knew what he was capable of. He didn't sleep and went back. Alas, it's strange to say that, The blood elves are really a restless race, just like naughty children. That's all, after all, you are all juniors, right? Irene of Mora?"

"Yes!" Erin nodded.

"Well, you follow me back to the "stage" to meet the gods. How to deal with unauthorized entry, you should let him deal with it." Druid said.

"Everything will follow your instructions, just let us go." Eileen said.

"It's hard to say... let's go."

After listening to the Druid's words, Erin's army followed the spirit bears to meet the gods.

"On the stage," where the Druid leader lived. It is a thousand-year-old oak tree as huge as a palace.

The god, the leader of the druids, is a thousand years old and has boundless power. It is an existence that no one dares to be presumptuous towards. Even Ivan was just a young and ignorant child in front of him. He is the great blood elf Sara, the opponent he has wanted to surpass throughout his life, but this wish has never been realized.

Erin knew how powerful the gods were. With her strength, I'm afraid she won't be able to take the opponent's ten moves. So she advised her subordinates not to speak rudely to the gods no matter what happens later, let alone take action.

"On the stage" is located in the center of the deep sea of ​​trees.

A distinctive giant oak tree towers into the sky.

It is as big as a palace, with lush branches and leaves, and is extremely majestic.

The fallen leaves alone are as big as an adult!

Erin and others were led to the tree and forced to kneel down to pay their respects to the gods.

He's not his superior, why should he kneel down? Most blood elves strongly opposed it.

In the end, Eileen was the first to kneel down. In order to survive and for the future, it is nothing to accept humiliation.

Seeing the leader kneeling down, the others had no choice but to do the same.

"Great God, I have brought the intruder, please forgive me." Bear Spirit bowed vigorously.

I saw the giant tree shaking slightly.

A huge elk jumped down.

It has a brown body, a pair of huge antlers, powerful limbs, and a pair of eyes that are radiant and full of spirituality.

He is a god!

The god held his head high, spread his limbs, and walked back and forth several times in front of Irene and the others. Immediately, with a cry, it turned into a human form.

An old man with body and deer legs, antlers on his head, brown robe, and gray hair stood there coldly.

The real dragon has never felt such strong pressure. The invisible pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.

The god raised his head and looked down at Irene and others who were kneeling on the ground. After a moment, a hoarse voice sounded: "Blood elves, how should I explain this time? I can't forgive you every time."

Erin didn't dare to raise her head or look directly into the god's eyes. She said in an extremely gentle tone: "Dear gods, little girl Irene of the Mora tribe, we did not break in intentionally, there is really no other way. Ivan's pursuers want to drive me out, so I have to temporarily hide in your place. Down."

The god's expression was indifferent, and the beard that reached his chest swayed neatly in the breeze. He listened to Eileen's explanation and didn't seem to agree. He said coldly: "I have heard about the blood elf civil war for a long time, but my clan cannot be involved. It can be forgiven once or twice. But after repeated troubles, I can't bear it anymore."

Spirit Bear seemed to remember something. He added: "Last month, the blood elves came to steal wood and injured two of our leopard spirits at the beginning of this month. These accounts have not been taken into account."

Erin immediately argued: "That was Ivan's unilateral action and cannot represent the entire blood elves. I came back just to overthrow him!"

The god thought for a while and said: "Our clan has longed for tranquility and peace since ancient times, hates killing and war, and is tolerant and tolerant to other clans. You must be grateful for having such a good neighbor."

"Irene knows, but Ivan doesn't think so." Irene agreed.

"Yes, that naughty boy has been here for more than a day or two... Let's just let you go like this. It will definitely not be justified, and it will be difficult for me to explain to the spirits. Little girl, you should be the leader. I want to save you. Companion?" asked the god.

"I think!" Erin nodded.

"Then you have to accept God's punishment on their behalf." The god said.

"As long as we are let go, I am willing to accept any punishment!" Eileen said firmly.

"That depends on your determination. Look behind you. There is a thorn bush a hundred meters long. If you walk barefoot on it, I will let you go." The god pointed at the white flowers behind Irene and said.

Walking on thorns was a torture used to punish errant druids. Even though the flowers look as white as snow, they are all "vampires" raised by blood and feed on blood.

A hundred meters of flowers is not very long, but to the person who is being punished, it is extremely long.

After walking through the thorn garden, the skin on your feet will be raw and the toenails will peel off, which is horrible to look at. It can be said that the fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain in the toes makes the fingers even more unbearable.