It is not too much to be amazed in a freshly purified plain.

Every few steps the four people took, they would feel a serious sense of illusion. They must look up at the sun to make sure that all this is true.

——I didn’t even use my skills.

Zheng Yi thought about it: If the last sacred star doesn't count.

Ten minutes later, the huge psychological impact gradually dissipated.

"Is it because the sun is too strong? I am thirsty again." Shi Dong raised his hand to cover his eyebrows.

Kalmon said: "So too, I hope I can find that prophet as soon as possible."

Zheng Yi took out Ms. Xingchen's favor again, and the four of them drank two cups in their respective cups, quenching their thirst very much.

Although Yierwen was not as free and easy as an elf, her drinking movements were still graceful and harmonious. She said:

"He won't live far away, we can ride a machine and a car over."

"Locomotive" is a combination of words that have just been born in this world. It is made up of two roots: "movable" and "utensils". Although the lyrics are correct, the pronunciation after the combination is a bit challenging for everyone. Fortunately, the elves are born singers and linguists.

Zheng Yi took out the chocbi. He is now wearing an integrated black knight suit, which automatically adjusts the temperature according to his body temperature, which is very comfortable. Although it looks thick, it is actually light and cool. I really underestimated this set of knight suits that come with them, but I didn't expect that it contained extremely high black technology.

No wonder desert messengers can survive in extreme environments with this outfit.

The only side effect is that it doesn't look like a good person - from the aesthetics of this world.

"Driving slowly later, you can find it slowly." Yierwen reminded Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi nodded and found that Stone and Carmon made an appointment to solve their physiological problems with their eyes. Eerwen turned around and looked at the horizon, avoiding the embarrassment... Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.

"Do you think we're drinking too much water?" Earwen waited for Stone and Kalmon to come back: "And we don't need to drink so much water, we're just thirsty."

Stone and Kalmon also had such expressions.

Bof didn't know where he went and did not express his opinion.

"Let's find the prophet quickly," said Kalmon. "It's all weird."

Zheng Yi vaguely guessed that it was just a lack of proof. His [insight] increased the ability of association, intuition and observation, but could not increase the ability to reason and find evidence.

"Calmon is right." Zheng Yi got into the car: "Everyone get in the car! I'll drive slowly so as not to miss it. But I'll ask first, is this prophet living in an ordinary house, a cave, or a cave?"

Yierwen got into the car and folded her legs:

"Will anyone live in a cave? He is a prophet, not a mole."

Zheng Yi did not comment. Since he could have such an association, there might be a subsequent slap in the face. Especially when someone jumped out to refute the flag. The malice in this world has always been like this.

The speed of the chocbi is controlled at 60 kilometers per hour, which is very slow. However, for naked eyes, this speed is still very fast. Fortunately, Eurwen is an elf ranger, and it is their instinctive talent to pass through the forest quickly and capture tiny targets.

"I saw it! There is a house behind the stones over there!" Yierwen patted Zheng Yi's arm, not knowing that this might cause dangerous driving.

Zheng Yi had to slow down a little and turn a "stone" - in his opinion, it was simply a hill, and he really saw a two-story wooden house.

"I saw its chimney." Eerwen said proudly.

Zheng Yi stopped the car and found that the wooden house was built right behind the hill, so it was not shining with strong light. There was a black grass in front of the house, and there were still five or six black and unpurified trees on both sides.

Black trees support black canopy, covering the lighting of the wooden house.

The land here is also as dark as ink, exuding a rotten smell.

——What the hell would the prophet choose such a place to settle down?

Zheng Yi’s first impression was not very good.

Eerwen and Shi Dong turned a blind eye to this and went forward to knock on the door.

Carmon and Zheng Yi stood on the periphery of the corrupt land and whispered:

“I don’t like it here.”

"Same feeling." Zheng Yi did not hide it.

"Although you are wearing a black robe and still a little cold, I think it's ten thousand times better than here." Carlmon said so many words, but after saying it, he felt relieved.

Zheng Yi was speechless.

The biggest advantage of technology is that it has no moral judgment.

The door of the cottage opened, and a man in a white robe appeared at the door.

He was one head taller than Eirwen and Shidong, and looked one hundred and ninety centimeters tall. His hair was silver and light gold, his face was not flawed, his white skin with a slight shiny eyes, his nose bridge was straight, his nose wings were thin, and his lips were full of ysl round tube No. 16.

"He's an elf!" Kalmon exclaimed.

Zheng Yi nodded. Only exaggerated elf can create this kind of light effect, this kind of aura, and this kind of image.

It's obviously just a Sequence 4 Demigod, pretending to be like a god.

Carmon was unconsciously attracted by the elf prophet and walked forward.

Bove emerged from a distance, stepped out of his short legs and quickly followed Carmon.

Zheng Yi approached and heard Shi Dong and Yi Erwen say:

"I have the honor of knowing your existence from the place where Kelblinbo of Silver Castle (Erwen spit out an elf name)." The two of them were respectful: "We went to Lothar and learned that you had settled here, so we took the liberty to visit you."

The tall, fair-skinned and beautiful elf glanced at everyone, as if counting points. His eyes finally fell on Zheng Yi and said in an aria tone:

"I saw through the fog, saw the arrival of the holy light, saw the figures of the heroes, but did not see you."

Zheng Yi pursed his lips: "Ri'an."

The elf showed a mysterious smile and asked everyone to come in.

His room is very simple. The ground floor is a spacious living room, which can be seen at a glance. The fireplace in the middle is on fire, the fire is orange and red, and the flames are licking, which is very irritable. On both sides are long sofas, with soft cushions made of plant stems and leaves.

Outside the sofa fireplace, the elves were filled with several sets of high-legged cabinets along the wall, with various potted plants and bottles and jars on it. Zheng Yi noticed the secret text flowing out of the silver light on the cabinet. It was the second time that the talent skill of knowing the language of the text was invalid.

These characters have higher positions than sequence 2.

In the middle of the cabinet and sofa is a large log table with decaying plants and fresh flowers, as well as silverware such as teapots and water cups.

"Please sit." said the Elf Prophet: "I rarely receive guests. Is rose tea okay?"

"Of course." Yierwen was a little restrained.

Zheng Yi sat down on the sofa without hesitation and asked Yierwen:

“It’s not like the layout of the elves’ home here?”

"More like Tanier...human style." Eerwen said.

The elf prophet brought the brewed rose tea, and each handed a cup. Zheng Yi took the tea cup and found that it was a rose made of cold water. He actually had the face to call it tea. He turned the cup and held it in his hand without drinking it.

Stonecarmon and Eurwen were extremely thirsty and drank it all in one go.

The prophet said, "You can see that you have worked very hard along the way."

"Actually, it's okay," said Eerwen, "after purifying the dark forest, the road is still easy to walk."

The prophet smiled: "I never thought anyone could accomplish such a feat. You are the Maiya who just came to Middle-earth from Verinor and did not want to be named." He looked at Zheng Yi.

Although he had sufficient mental preparation, Eerwen, Stone and Kalmon still felt shocked. They looked at Zheng Yi uneasyly and reflected on their behavior and words.

Eerwen remembered the scene when she first met. At that time, she was very dissatisfied with the refusal to inform her name and boasting about her strong strength, and asked him mockingly:

"Who are you, Maiya?"

Who is it, Maiya?

Is Maiya?

...

They are really Maiya!
Chapter completed!