The rich black clouds accumulated over the Oracle City for the first time. In the winter in the north, the sky was often covered with lead-colored clouds, but it was so thick and heavy that it almost drooped to the tops of the elves. It should not appear in this season.

Not only should dark clouds not appear, lightning and thunder are not what should be present in this season.

The rumbling thunder made the whole valley tremble!

A series of thick, curved lightning fell from the clouds and hit the city of oracle heavily. Lightning divided into seven colors and fell into the beautiful city of elves under the clouds. Everything in the world kept changing colors under the lightning.

The scene was so charming and weird, just like an extremely huge palette being knocked over; and like being in the dream of a mentally crazier.

Most of the lightning was blocked by a layer of light green light shield that flashed away. But the thin light shield could no longer completely block all lightning. Occasionally, a lightning flash would dodge the interception of the light shield and fall into the city of oracle! A ball of flame would be mixed in the thick smoke and rise high, and the elves' sarcasm when they die would resound for miles away!

On a hillside ten miles away from the Oracle City, there is a huge and luxurious marching tent, and a military camp entrenches around the tents on the hillside.

In front of the camp, more than ten figures with the appearance of the leader were staring at the Oracle City in amazement. Hell seemed to be only one step away from them, although this magic was activated by them.

"Dear Lapas Great Magician, your magic is really amazing! This power, this spectacular scene, and this lasting time, you can be compared with the top ten magicians! You are the magic god who has descended on earth! Ahhhh!" A thin and vulgar man really didn't know how to express his surprise and admiration in his heart, just chose a nearly howling way to express his admiration.

An old magician in the team stared at the hell on earth ten miles away. Although it was winter now, beads of sweat as big as beans continued to emerge from his forehead. His whole body was trembling, unable to tell whether it was fear or excitement.

The old magician was empty, and everyone, except for the man who was flattering, subconsciously avoided the old magician. The power of magic was originally fearful. The great magician Lapas' magic this time actually had such a shocking power, which really scared these people.

With such power, it seems that it will not take long before the Oracle City will turn into ruins under the magic launched by Rapas alone!

A knight with gorgeous armor came over and stopped when he was a few meters away from the old magician. His voice was also trembling: "Dear Master Lapas, we...we have all seen the incomparable power of your magic. But we are here to capture the elves. If they all die under your magic, wouldn't we just return empty-handed? Can you, uh, stop the magic first? The elves no longer have the power to fight back. Master? Master??"

The knight screamed twice in a row, and the great magician Lapas suddenly came back from his shock. "Yeah, okay...what? Let me stop the magic? There are many elves in the city. If we stop magic now, we will damage many warriors."

The knight disagreed with the old magician's statement. His eyes were filled with heartache when he looked at the Oracle City: "It doesn't matter, we have nearly 20,000 warriors! You have already broken through the city defense of Oracle City, and now you just need to let them rush! At most, more than 10,000 people die in this city! But capturing an elf alive is enough to pay a pension of a hundred warriors! Let us leave the next thing!"

Lapas said slowly: "Dear Duke Annas, the magic world is so great and magical. Do you want me to stop with such a large-scale magic? You should know that once the "Thunder Prison Cloud" is activated, if you want to stop, you can only transfer it to the location of the magic array. You also know that the magic array is in the central tent..."

Annas immediately stopped talking. Although the elf was valuable, his life was even more valuable. He was not willing to use his body to experience this terrible "Thunder Prison Cloud".

The people on the hillside became quiet.

At the foot of the mountain, 20,000 troops were arranged in neatly, looking at the elves struggling in the thunder and lightning for miles away. The Oracle City was so delicate and beautiful that it seemed so weak in the face of the rough lightning. However, the elves warriors in the city walls and arrow towers were still determined to guard their posts, and even if the lightning fell close to them, they were completely unmoved.

Flashes of indescribable pleasure kept stirring Lapas's whole body.

He didn't know why the "Thunder Prison Cloud" that was originally only a few hundred meters in radius covered a range of several kilometers, and its power was more than a hundred times greater. Could it be that he was really attracted by a god and became the spokesperson in the world, so his magic power increased greatly? Why didn't he feel it before?

With this "Thunder Prison Cloud", a small place like the Holy Alliance can no longer tolerate the great magician Lapas! He can already get a noble seat in the Aslofik Empire and drink with the kings of the three empires!

The black clouds in the sky began to rotate slowly, gradually forming an extremely huge vortex.

All creatures, whether they are elves or human warriors, held their breath at this moment, waiting for the judgment of fate...

A huge electric fire fell from the center of the vortex!

This is a terrifying thunder fire that is several meters thick and thin, light black, full of despair and evil aura!

The lightning fire landed silently on the city of oracle. The light green light shield collapsed at one touch and could not resist the thunder and fire at all...

Everyone, including Lapas, never dreamed that such a terrifying thunder fire would come out. Seeing the thunder fire fall into the city of Oracle, everyone was waiting for the moment when the earth was shaking...

Seeing this almost miraculous power, Rapas' fragile heart could no longer bear the ecstasy inside, and finally turned dark and fainted. But no one noticed the old magician who suddenly fell to the ground.

Everyone is waiting...

But nothing happened.

As soon as the thunder fire fell into the city of oracle, it was completely silent, as if it had disappeared out of thin air...

The Temple of the Gods' Envoys in the City of Oracle was hit by a few lightnings, and it was already dilapidated. The elves guards in the temple all fell to the ground, either dead or injured. The lightning in the sky seemed to be as unfamiliar as the Temple of the Gods' Envoys. Half of the falling lightnings were concentrated near the temple. The adjacent temple and the Elders' House were also in trouble.

The dark thunder fire fell on the Hall of the God Messenger. A chill suddenly flashed through the hearts of all the elves guards, and this cold wind blew directly onto their souls. In the face of this extremely powerful evil, the soul of the elves warrior was like a small fire candle in a storm, and there was a possibility of extinguishing at any time.

The thunder and fire completely disappeared in the temple of the God Messenger.

Only then did the elves feel the souls return to their bodies, as if they were walking around the underworld.

Several black air swayed around the Gods' Hall, and countless resentful spirits cried in the wind...

Suddenly, all the elves heard the extremely heavy heartbeat sound of the Temple of God’s Envoy, as if a huge war drum was beaten!

A loud noise suddenly came from the God Envoy's Hall, and the entire roof of the hall was blown into the sky, and then a dark pillar of fire rushed straight into the clouds in the sky!

From the dark flame pillar, a figure slowly walked away, a figure that was very familiar to all the elves.

After a moment of silence, the elves' screams came one after another.

"It's God's envoy!"

"Oh my God! The Lord has resurrected! Go and notify the Elders' Courtyard and the Temple!"

"Shilo is above! Our God has not abandoned us!"

Rogge was in a very happy mood. He stood in the temple of the God Messenger who had turned into rubble and laughed to the sky. The huge laughter was not as if it were from the population, just like several giant dragons roaring together!

The fat man pointed at the sky and scolded: "Haiyinrich!! You old bastard, you have been chasing me for so long, but you have fallen into my trap! Find your way back in countless spaces! Ah hahaha! You are also one of the seven kings, and your mind is still so unsightly! No wonder the Ghost Knight can't always come on the table! Ah hahahaha!!"

Next, the fat man cursed again happily. After the scolding, he looked around proudly.

Hundreds of elves stood around him, stunned.

Roger stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly: "I, Roger, the messenger of Hilo, have been back after a long battle with the evil nerve!" The fat man has mastered this arrogant and long-winded elf grammar and likes to say this more and more. If he had been cool before, he would only say this: "I Roger is back!"

Against the backdrop of the seven-colored lightning, the elves could not accept the fact that Rogue had resurrected from the dead and remained there.

Finally, someone reacted.

There was a cough behind Roger, and Frey's low and magnetic voice sounded: "I said, brother... you are finally back... But, how about wearing a piece of clothing first?"

Roger was stunned and looked down and saw that he had no inch on his body. His majestic lower body was still standing tall and still in the state of the moment before his death...

His eyes swept around and found that all the elves were staring at his lower body, completely stunned.

Roger suddenly laughed, and a black fog that was almost invisible instantly enveloped the audience. There was a zigzag sound in the fog. In a blink of an eye, the black fog gathered back to Roger, getting thicker and thicker, and finally condensed into a gorgeous black robe.

As the black fog dissipated, the elves immediately screamed. It turned out that in the blink of an eye, the black fog had eroded their clothes into pieces. Several female elves even revealed their whole bodies, leaving only a few floating strips of cloth, which was completely useless.

The kind-hearted elves untied their cloak and wrapped them in the female elves, which solved the embarrassment.

Now Roger is gorgeous, and the elves around him, including the elders, are all dressed in rags, like beggars.

The fat man laughed and said, "This is the end of your disrespect for the messengers of God! I will give you a little lesson first!"

Suddenly, the fat man was stunned again. He suddenly felt a feeling of disgust, cruelty and fear coming from the depths of his soul. This feeling was so strong that it almost drowns him. Now Rogge knew that this was the reaction of a powerful enemy, his extremely powerful soul instinctive reaction.

Rogge searched for the city of oracle and finally found a holy and powerful creature hovering in the extremely high sky. Rogge could clearly feel its holy power as storm! It hovered back and forth along the place where the ninth knight Heinrich disappeared, and then he gave up unwillingly.

Roger immediately gathered all his breath and used his mental power to sense the terrifying creatures above the clouds.

It circled again, observed the battlefield below, and then swept down quickly and incoherently!

Except Roger, only Elder Sius suddenly felt something, and a nervous expression appeared on his face.

A nearly pure white flame fell from the sky and landed on the human army's positions. Several soldiers stained with this flame could not even make a sound, and in a blink of an eye it was burned into a small ball of ashes!

Then a graceful, huge body emerged from the clouds. Its body is dozens of meters long, its slender neck and its extended wings have indescribable elegance and pride. Its shiny silver skin is extremely gentle.

It's a silver dragon!

Roger looked at the silver dragon, which represented the purest and most powerful sacred power, with a complex expression, and his heart was filled with fear. The holy silver dragon is the natural enemy of all evil creatures, and their terrifying power has always been the objects of the most hated and feared by the necropolis.

The elves have always had good friends with the Silver Dragon, but the degree of friendship is not enough to make the extremely arrogant Silver Dragon regard the elves as friends. At most, when the elves encounter crisis, such as in front of them, and they are in a good mood, they can just help them with them.

After giving him the acceleration surgery, Roger took a big step and ran towards the city wall. The elf elder hurriedly followed, and they suddenly discovered that the elves known for their agility could not catch up with Roger after being reborn. He watched his fat figure slowly move away, and then floated onto the city wall.

The elves trembled in their hearts. The resurrection of the God Envoy had completely surpassed their understanding. The pomp of this resurrection was so grand, just like the resurrection of the demon in the abyss!

Moreover, the God Envoy was able to fight against the evil beings in other planes! This was simply the power of a demigod! The elders were in a state of excitement. It seemed that after abandoning the elves for thousands of years, Hilo finally favored their abandoned people again! With such a powerful God Envoy, the elves would not be impossible, not to mention seeking survival, even if they reappeared the glory of a thousand years ago.

A crisp sound of shattering sounded in the Elf Temple, but no one would pay attention to this insignificant sound in the city of oracles where flames were rising and the crowds of people.

In front of the highest window of the temple, Zhao Ye was standing in front of the window, shaking constantly.

In her clear eyes full of fear and despair, Roger's back was reflected. But this back was shrouded in a black fog, and there were white bones in the fog and blood filled the pool!

Rogge stood at the top of the city, not knowing that Zhao Ye was watching him from afar. The most critical city gate was stationed by the "Dark Side of the Moon". Rumsfield stood at the top of the city, and half of his face was covered in blood. He saw Rogge coming to the top of the city, and was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted, bowed to Rogge, and observed the movements of the human army. Rogge knew that the war was urgent, and now it was not the time to ask why the "Dark Side of the Moon" would be transferred back.

His attention was all attracted by the hellish scene. But this time, the human army fell into hell.

Accompanied by the beautiful figure of the silver dragon gliding in the air, large patches of pure white flames fell from the sky, as if a rain of fire was as high as a fire! The temperature of the flame was extremely high, far from comparable to the black flames in the demon world that Roger could control. The human soldiers who touched a little would immediately be turned into ashes.

The special flame of the Silver Dragon is surprisingly sticky and burns for a very long time. Wherever it touches, it will become a hell of flames!

The neat camp of the human army immediately became extremely chaotic. The silver dragon flew high in the sky, spitting the dragon's breath freely. It didn't even look at the long arrows shot by human archers. How could these weak arrow branches doom its extremely hard scales?

The holy silver dragon sprayed a few more fire rains and burned hundreds of human soldiers to death, and finally felt a little tired. In its arrogant heart, it had already helped the elves very much. So it whistled and flew eastward.

The long sound of the silver dragon immediately shook Rogge's eyes. The dark power and death power in his body suddenly ran around, almost unable to suppress it. The fat man's throat felt sweet, and a little purple blood oozed out.

Long after the silver dragon disappeared, large patches of white flames were still burning on the ground, forming large pieces of open space in the human army camp.

Roger suddenly let out a long roar, and the hooves thundered in the distance. When his "dragon horse" heard the call from his master, he broke free from the reins and galloped.

"Mobilize all the adult elves who can go into battle and bring weapons to concentrate at this city gate! There is no need to defend the other sides. Rumsfield, within five minutes, I will see all the "Dark Side of Moon" waiting for me at the city gate! After I take the Dark Side of Moon into the enemy formation, you will lead the rest of the elves warriors to attack! Let all the moving elves, including larger children, form the third wave of offensives, and send them whatever they want as weapons!"

Rumsfeld was stunned for a moment before saying, "Sir God's Envoy, there are only more than 400 people in the 'Dark Side of the Moon' now. You only take them to attack, isn't it a little less?"

Roger looked at Rumsfield coldly, and just one glance made the most elite warrior of the elves cold from his head to his feet. Rumsfield felt a chill, his heart was empty, as if an extremely powerful demon was ravaging his soul! He resisted vigorously, trying hard to get rid of Romsfield's gaze, but he could not move at all.

Roger's eyes lit up with silver light, and the light was like a bottomless deep pool that completely swallowed Rumsfield.
To be continued...