Chapter 574 Morun - Moon Tearer!

When he woke up again, Barron was extremely surprised.

He originally thought that he would never wake up again. After all, not only did he encounter the spellcaster, but there were also elves chasing him. According to his understanding of the elves, they would definitely kill him with one knife.

After waking up from his coma, Barron looked at the densely packed heads around him, the strong body odor and the stench were everywhere, and his heart was full of doubts.

This is a wooden building. It used to be the city hall of a human town, but now it is used as a prison. It is packed with humans like sardines in a can.

Many humans gathered together, and the smell of eating, drinking, defecating and urinating was mixed. I am afraid that no one can say which side is better than hell. Barron even felt that he was awakened by the smoke alive, but people have infinite adaptability, and he quickly adapted to the smell.

"At least three hundred, no, five hundred!"

As a wizard, Barron is a cultured man. He stood up and looked around, and roughly estimated the number of people. He also saw the tall and strong figures standing at the door through the crack in the door.

Elves!

They were caught by the elves!

Barron's first reaction was not horror, but surprise!

"Could it be that these elves finally began to take in human captives?"

Barron felt ashamed of the thoughts in his heart, but the joy of survival completely overwhelmed these emotions. If they could live, no one would be willing to die. Being a slave is miserable, but it is better than being dead.

Also, the sudden disappearance of the ether sea had a huge impact on the wizards, and even the human battle line collapsed and the situation reversed instantly. In this case, it is normal for the elves to change their strategy to take in captives!

Barron felt that he had found the truth of the matter, and then there was a strong excitement!

Many elves would choose to commit suicide if they fall into the hands of humans, but most humans who fall into the hands of elves are killed. This is due to the different racial characteristics of the two races.

For humans, as long as they are still alive, everything is hopeful.

At this moment, Barron also understood that the most important thing for him now is to hide his identity as a wizard!

After experiencing the panic of the sudden disappearance of the ether sea at the beginning, Barron has gradually calmed down. His absolute trust in the ether sea makes him not think that the ether sea will disappear out of thin air. This must be the conspiracy of those elves, using despicable means to seal or block the power of the ether sea!

But as a wizard, Barron deeply understands the horror of the ether sea. Even if those elves have a way to block it for a while, they can't block it for a lifetime. The power of the ether sea will eventually return, and that time is the death of these elves!

What he has to do now is to preserve the fire of human resistance and lurk for humans.

Thinking like this, Barron's heart gradually calmed down, and his movements and expressions began to move closer to others. Fortunately, he knew that wizards would be targeted before he fled, so he abandoned his gorgeous robes and accessories. Now his clothes were dirty and bloody.

Soon, the door of the hall was opened, and then two elves came in, feeding them some food that was worse than pig food, and their expressions were unfriendly, as if they were always looking for an opportunity to kill one or two humans.

However, among these humans, those who resisted or refused to surrender had already been killed, and the rest were as docile as sheep. Barron hid among them, very lifelike, but unfortunately he did not snatch any food.

After losing his witchcraft, his pampered body was as fragile as a stick compared to those farmers or soldiers.

"Go, come out quickly!"

After eating, these humans were driven out, and then they were monitored along the way by the fully armed elves and came to an open space.

Barron could tell that this should be a farmland, but now it was in a mess. Countless people used various tools, even their hands, to dig ditches as high as people on the ground. The rest were responsible for leveling and compacting, and they were busy.

Barron looked over and roughly estimated that there were about two or three thousand people.

"What are these elves doing?"

The wizard's curiosity made him start to guess, but soon he was roughly pushed into a ditch by an elf and a shovel was thrown to him.

"Dig according to the lines marked on the ground. Each line must be deeper than a person. If it is not completed before dark, all will be executed!"

A team of tall elves stared at them fiercely, their hands on the weapons on their waists, looking at them, as if they were looking for the place to cut.

Barron wanted to take a closer look, but when he turned his eyes, he suddenly saw two elves talking not far away. His pupils shrank immediately, and he quickly jumped down the ditch to hide himself.

He could recognize the robe of one of the elves, which was gorgeous and elegant, and was very popular among the nobles. It was the mark of a high-level spellcaster.

On the other side, Moron watched a human who was obviously pampered in both his movements and skin color disappear from his sight, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When a husky tried to hide in a pack of wolves, it ignored its unique temperament and how conspicuous it was to outsiders.

"Respected Lord Moonsplitter, I have done my best to capture these evil humans, but the number is still far from enough for what you requested."

Standing next to Moron was a handsome elf wearing a half-body armor with patterns and holding a helmet. In fact, from the perspective of human aesthetics, most elves are indeed a race of handsome men and beautiful women.

"And we don't have enough food, and we don't have enough people to guard."

The elf continued to speak, but his eyes were always on Moron's chin, his eyes were full of awe, and he didn't dare to look at him at all.

This is a member of the ancient nobles among the elves. Before, even if it was a high-level spellcaster, this elf would at most treat him as an equal, and there was no such deep awe at all.

Thinking of this, Moron couldn't help but look up at the sky again. Although the sun was shining, he seemed to see the bright moon behind the light, and the cracks on it that looked like eyes.

That was the manifestation of his achievements, and it was also the source of the title of Moon Splitter.

In the history of the elves, only those heroes who are famous in history and those elves who have made great contributions can have their own titles. This kind of unparalleled honor is like a conqueror, a liberator, and a wind runner. He or his descendants can be called: Tirethil-Moron-Moonbreaker!

After he escaped the pursuit of the royal court, his achievements also spread throughout the world of the elves along with the rising moon.

"Don't worry, Mr. Druid, I will inherit your will and faith and end the War of Everscar!"

Moron touched his cheek, where there were five different patterns, forming a flower tattoo, and looked at the bowed elf quietly.

"Go contact more companions, like-minded elves!"

"To save our world, the power of the elves alone is far from enough!"

Well, tear and split, the meaning is actually the same!