Seeing Karaven kneeling there and praying, many elves and nobles were discouraged. If they had known this situation, they shouldn't have followed Karaven's favor as if they had hit an evil person and joined the killing church.

Now, I am being chased like a dead dog. I am afraid that my family will be implicated now. Not to mention implicating the nine tribes, at least it is inevitable that its position in the holy land will suddenly decline.

But it's too late to regret now. Even if you go to surrender, you will be greeted by bows and long swords.

Someone had used this trick before, but the result was that the pursuers were slashed into pieces by the sword, and even the bones were smashed into pieces.

Heretics, believers of evil gods, and even traitors in the holy land, have been punished by many titles.

In a valley far outside the cave, a team of star elves patrols were resting. They took out their carries of dry food and started eating. Their captain, a wild elves with extremely rude appearance, was picking off the kettle at their waist and drinking it. In a blink of an eye, the valley was filled with a smell of wine.

Well, one thing to be noted is that no matter which elves are allowed to drink alcohol, they believe that making wine is a manifestation of wasting food, and their elves also have creeds that do not allow too much request from nature. In addition to maintaining the food they need, even a wild fruit is not allowed to eat gluttony.

Of course, other elves will not follow this rule except those elves.

Drinking is an even more excessive violation of the rules than making wine. The elves believe that elves are elegant and noble creatures, and drinking will destroy this image.

Well, the gods have such great binding power on believers, but the elves are the first.

As for many elves and nobles who like to drink low-degree fruit wine, the elves cannot control it, but the wild elves drink a very high-degree white wine. Well, there was no such thing as white wine in the magic world.

It is said that a group of humans who believed in evil gods came to the prairie. The castle was built, and they brewed the excess grain into mysterious white wine and sold it to the outside world in exchange for some necessary substances.

In addition, after drinking this white wine for the first time, a dwarf chief was drunk and injured more than 20 tribes in succession.

Therefore, this white wine is also known as magic wine, which means that it will become a devil after drinking it.

Of course. Although the embarrassing incident was mentioned, the largest sales place for magic wine was the dwarf tribes in various places. As for the human kingdom, it was explicitly prohibited to sell such liquor brewed by evil god believers. But the problem is that this kind of wine is so attractive that some alcoholic nobles and pastors secretly bought it.

Since there is demand, there will be supply. Those merchants who can trample everything for profit will naturally flock to smuggle these liquors that dance with the devil to various places.

It is conceivable that this kind of smuggling is basically limited to the human kingdom, and it is unknown where the wild elves' white wine came from.

Most of his team members were used to the captain's open drinking behavior. After all, they spent a long time with the captain. Knowing the captain's nature, they did not dare to rashly provoke his authority.

But anything will happen for the first time. Finally, a star elf who had just entered the patrol couldn't help but stand up: "Captain, Priest Onsmi once strictly prohibited drinking, and you are not suitable for this."

Elf is worthy of being an elf, and even if it is accused, it is so gentle and elegant.

But for that rude-looking wild elf, such words are simply farts. If you hear them, forget it.

The captain continued to raise the kettle and drink until there was no alcohol. However, he was reluctant to leave, and stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick the last drop of the kettle dripping.

"Captain, your drinking behavior, upon return, I will report it to Priest Onsmith."

The star elf has turned red and her tender face. For these pink and tender new birds, the system cannot be desecrated.

Well, there will be such a new bird that insists on justice everywhere.

"Don't let your mother gossip, Onsmi? Is it your father or mother? Do you want me to shit? You'll report it too?"

The words spewed out from the wild elves were enough to shame the elegance and noble elves who were evidently accused of being elegant and noble.

Faced with such humiliation, the Star Elf was angry and shouted righteously: "Porcupine! My Star Light, Saxophone, and Shuichi proposed a duel to death to you!"

As the captain of a star elves patrol team, wild elves are naturally good at druid spells, but since he can only change into a porcupine, some elves who are unhappy about him gave him the nickname of a porcupine to show insult.

After a long time, no one knew his name, but instead he was called a porcupine.

Hearing the words of Xingguang, Saxophone, the other team members hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. What a joke, if you, a small seedling, challenge this porcupine, isn’t you seeking death?

Just as the team members were dissuading them, the voice of the porcupine came over: "Okay, it's so powerful, I porcupine like seedlings like you. You must know that there are more than you who die under my hands!"

When he heard the words of the porcupine, the starlight, the saxophone, and the seedlings were even more angry and wanted to stare.

Seeing that the death duel between the two was inevitable, the team members didn't work hard and let them fight. Anyway, if these seedlings were replenished, they would have death indicators. If they died a few more, they would get used to it.

Starlight, Saxophone, stood thirty meters away from the porcupine, knelt on both knees, praying devoutly to the new sprout goddess Chianglia.

Seeing the praying appearance of Xingguang Sax Sax Seedlings, the porcupine smiled and even more furiously attracted Xingguang Sax Sax Seedlings. However, as a devout believer, Xingguang Sax Seedlings completed the prayer ceremony in a regular manner, then jumped up from the ground with agility, pointed at the porcupine and cursed: "You blasphemous guy, I will definitely make you atone for the gods!"

OK, for the elegant star elf, especially the seedlings, this is already a big scolding.

"Come on, boy, let me see if your butt is big?"

The porcupine's usual rude words attracted the starlight, saxophone, and the seedlings almost rushed up directly.

However, there is a rule for the death duel between druids, that is, to transform into a melee.
Chapter completed!