At this time, Ye Fan was like a diversified monster.
Qimeng was dumbfounded and couldn't recover for a long time.
"This is Lord Ye Fan's true form, the combination of the Sun God and the Moon God, the source of life for all tribes and alliances!"
Duke's face shone with reverence, looking exactly like Ye Fan's devotee.
Ye Fan's terrifying momentum made the chiefs of many tribes of the Blackstone clan tremble all over, and even breathing became difficult.
Qimeng was stunned for a while, and then asked in a deep voice: "Are you really the messenger of the divine realm?"
"In fact, there is no divine realm, it is just a world created by the strong."
Ye Fan calmed down his momentum and smiled lightly: "I don't want to use the title of god. After all, I come from the connected world of Draenor and Azeroth. What I have, you can also have in the future."
Qimeng took a deep breath and said a few words to the men beside him.
"God's envoy, I assume your identity, but you still cannot produce absolute evidence to resolve the hatred between us for tens of thousands of years."
Qimeng said in a deep voice: "Even if we, the orcs, spare you, other tribes and races will not let you go so easily."
"Let us go?"
Ye Fan asked with a half-smile.
"good!"
Qimeng nodded angrily, with a ferocious look on his face: "I don't care if you are messengers from the divine domain or not! I only know that you invade our territory every hundred years, but you have never really conquered us.
The great orcs will not be conquered easily..." "Qimeng, watch your tone!"
Before Ye Fan could react, Duke on the side shouted in a deep voice: "Master God Envoy has great supernatural powers, he can easily kill me even without using his divine power.
When I was dying, he cured me with just one drop of divine water, and also gave our tribe a hundred bottles of divine water! All my people can prove that the envoy of God is absolutely invincible!"
"Duke, human wizards are proficient in illusions. Many people in the alliance also call them divine arts. Maybe you fell into his illusions!"
Chimon returns.
"You..." Duke was extremely angry, "Qimeng, are you insulting my honor?
Illusion?
I have fought so many times with people from the Alliance, and I have also fallen deeply into illusions.
I can clearly distinguish the gap between illusion and reality! Even though the God Envoy used illusions, which confused tens of thousands of people in my tribe, it is far more powerful than the human wizards of the Alliance!"
Everyone knows that illusions cannot be used at will, and how can people who fall under the spell affect tens of thousands of people?
If the wizards of the Human Alliance are so awesome, then how can their tribe be beaten?
They had been slaughtered long ago! "Duke, don't get excited."
Ye Fan gently patted Duke on the shoulder and looked at Qimeng.
"Chief Qimeng, you have misunderstood one thing from beginning to end."
"whats the matter?"
Kimon asked.
"First of all, I don't need your approval."
Ye Fan shook his head: "You are very weak, let alone me, even my men can easily deal with you.
Secondly, I am not here to show weakness to you and clear up any misunderstanding.
Your forgiveness has no value or meaning to our Divine Realm.
You can continue to block the progress of our divine messengers like your ancestors did.
But I can assure you that our God’s Domain did not send strong men before, but this time, our strong men are already in place.
If it weren’t for my coordination, all of your hundreds of thousands of tribes and clans would have died! Remember, not everyone in God’s Domain is as kind as me, and your stupidity will bring disaster to the entire tribe!”
As Ye Fan spoke, his breath gradually became colder, and a chill enveloped Qimeng.
There were even layers of ice forming on his body! "You..." Qimeng was horrified.
"There are a total of sixty-two orc tribes present. Except for my good friend Duke, do the others have the same attitude as Qimon?"
Ye Fan crossed his arms and looked around.
All the orcs frowned, neither admitting nor denying.
"Okay, if that's the case, don't blame me."
Ye Fan snapped his fingers, and a burst of white light suddenly appeared around him.
Immediately afterwards, sixty-one Ye Fans appeared in the orcs' tent, each holding a dark sword in their hands, with the tip of the sword pressed against the necks of the orc chiefs.
"What?
!”
All the orc chiefs were shocked.
"You can continue to think that I am performing illusions, and the end result will be death."
Ye Fan came to Qimeng and gently tapped his fingertips on the sword blade held by the clone.
Suddenly, a blood mark appeared on Qimeng's neck, and blood spurted out instantly.
The stinging sensation frightened Qimeng.
He can be sure that this is definitely not an illusion! Those humans who are exactly the same as the divine messengers are all the magic he used! "Miracles! Miracles!"
"Great God!"
Most of the orc chiefs knelt down, put a fist on their chest with one hand, and performed the most solemn orc etiquette to Ye Fan.
"My last question is, are you sure you want to start a war with our God's Domain?
Before you answer me, you'd better think clearly. It's not that our messengers from the Divine Realm are unable to conquer this world, but that we don't want to destroy this world! Therefore, we only draw water from the Divine River and leave!"
Ye Fan shouted in a deep voice, and the clone immediately thrust the sword into the skin of the orc chiefs.
Pain and fear dominated the minds of the orc chieftains.
"Lord God Envoy!"
The remaining orc chiefs quickly knelt down and surrendered, leaving only Chimon standing there with a look of horror on his face.
"very good."
Ye Fan chuckled, "I am not a murderous person, but I will never be soft on my enemies.
Qimeng, go to hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan's clone raised the Dark Demon Sword of the Dark Eagle high and slashed Xiang Qimeng's neck.
Qimeng wanted to avoid it, but he didn't know that he couldn't move his hands and feet at all. His body seemed to be tied up by countless invisible ropes, making it impossible for him to break free.
"No!"
Qimeng shouted in horror.
Unexpectedly, the long sword did not cut off Qimeng's head.
It turned out that it was Duke on the side who had quick hands and quick eyes, and firmly grasped the blade of the sword.
Although Ye Fan immediately asked the clone to put away his sword, otherwise his fingers would not be safe.
However, Ye Fan didn't understand why Duke would do such a thing?
"Duke, why are you doing this?
Do you know that you almost destroyed your hand just now!"
Ye Fan frowned slightly, and dozens of clones turned into white light and flew back into his body.
"Master God Envoy, Qimeng is kind to me, I can't just watch you kill him!"
Duke's palms were dripping with blood, but he ignored the wounds and knelt down at Ye Fan's feet.
"Please, Lord God Envoy, give Qimeng another chance!"
"interesting."
Ye Fan smiled, helped Duke up, took out a medicine bottle from the space stone, and sprinkled some medicine powder on Duke's palm.
In just a few tens of seconds, Duke's almost severed finger was restored to its original state, no longer broken at all.