Chapter Four Exposed Identities
The group quickly moved to a hotel, and Rogge took over the entire second floor to deploy the strategy. Jack www.biquge.info Jack was imprisoned by a spell cast by Gouvie and thrown on the couch.
"Kill me." Jack said with a blank face.
"I'm not going to kill you, there's still a life between us that hasn't been settled."
"Who will believe your nonsense." There was no hint of brilliance on Jack's empty expression. "This world doesn't need a waste without strength, that kid is too weak, I just taught him a lesson to let him see the reality clearly."
Rogge slapped the table with a gloomy expression: "Pay attention to your words!" According to your words, aren't you just a barking loser now! β
Jack was not frightened by Rogge's momentum, and he laughed self-deprecatingly without the slightest focus in his eyes: "Yes, the Black Dog Regiment doesn't need useless waste." Even if you don't kill me now, I won't be able to live any longer. β
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiutru suddenly rushed in front of him and slapped him in the face angrily. Jack looked up, stunned.
"Why can't the weak survive? Is every strong person born so strong? Is a life without setbacks the definition of a strong person in your mind? If you open your mouth casually, you will kill and die, what do you take your life for? β
"You...... You low-level gods dare to teach me? If it's a hundred in normal times, you're not enough for me to kill!! β
"Then you come, come and kill me! Find a way to escape from here! What's the use of just talking about it? Now even I, a low-level protoss, can slap you if I want to, and beat you twice if I want to! What's the use of you! After Shutru finished speaking, he slapped him in the face again.
"You...... You wait for me!! Wait until I break free and hit you first!! Jack's teeth itched with hatred, and his bloodless face regained some complexion. Hmph, I won't say anything you ask. β
"You don't need to answer questions, you just have to stay here honestly." Guviyi stepped forward and pulled Shotru, who was about to hit Jack again, and pressed him to the stool, but he still couldn't stop the two from fighting each other.
"I don't know when the rest of the Black Dog Regiment will attack, everyone be careful."
Ghowiy sent the weaker space mage away from here with the other two teammates, and Danny went to a safe place to hide, so only Ghuwie, Schutru, Rog, and Rick faced the Black Dogs. The cautious Rogge was still a little uneasy, but Guviy said that against an opponent at the level of a magister, sending a teammate at the level of a senior mage to face it was simply an act of death, and the other party was also good at sneak attacks, and he had no spare strength to take care of every team member from being injured.
Rogge felt that Guvie's words were not unreasonable, and after seeing that he had mastered Jack's strength in one fell swoop, Rogge guessed that his strength should be at the level of a high-level magister. With the support of two high-level magisters in the team, the confidence was instantly a lot fuller.
Just as he was thinking like this, he faintly smelled a strange fragrance. If this fragrance is absent, it seems to smell a little if you carefully distinguish it. The moment he felt the smell, Rogge's face changed greatly, he immediately rushed to the window to open the window, and shouted into the room: "Don't breathe, everyone! It's the smell of the Nightmare Flower......"
Before he could finish speaking, Rog felt the world spin around, and he shook his head and sat down on the floor against the wall, trying to keep himself awake. The sight began to distort, and the breathing became more and more rapid. He knew that he had been poisoned by the Nightmare Flower, which could spread its venom into the air, and had the ability to paralyze the brain, causing people and demons who smelled his scent to fall into nightmares after they were exhausted, and then used his tentacles to suck the bodily fluids of their prey, causing them to die unknowingly. The Nightmare Flower's toxicity is very fast, so it is often used in assassinations, and this flower is now endangered and difficult to detect, so Rog ignores this possibility, and it is a bad crime.
His vision became more and more blurred, and in a trance, he seemed to feel that someone was shaking him desperately, and the face of the dead member appeared in front of him. When he came back to his senses, he found himself in a deep alley, the moon overhead obscured by dark clouds, and no stars could be seen.
"Rogge, what are you doing in a daze?" It was Nar who spoke, and he was looking into his eyes and said with some concern: "Are you alright?" β
"Ah, I'm fine."
"Did you hear what I told you?"
"Well, I heard you. Don't meddle with things, it's normal for other mercenary groups to work with money, and there's no need to interrogate people about what they do. β
"You know this person is going to do something bad but you don't stop him? This is an employer we have worked with before. β
"Then it's not your turn to remind him. The Black Dog Regiment was not very clean in the first place, and in order to cooperate with them cheaply, they were deceived in the end, and I can only say that it was self-inflicted. β
"Rogge...... I used to look up to you like a big brother, but I didn't think you were such a person. β
"......" Rogge was silent for a while, then turned his back to him: "Nar, you are still young, and some things will not change because of your thoughts. Maybe this time you kindly reminded that employer and saved him from losses, but what about next time? It may not be just a problem that can be solved by a few gold. β
"That's better than turning a deaf ear and spreading your hands." Nar turned around angrily and left.
"Alas......" Looking at his back, Rogge sighed and thought, "Just as you want your employer to give up the idea of being greedy, I also want you to take fewer detours, but people's minds are not something we can control, and some truths can only be understood after hitting a wall and being injured." However, it is not a good thing to take advantage of the youth and endure more hardships. Rest assured to go ahead, and when you are tired, remember to come back. β
Rogge's distant back made Rog more and more uneasy, as if he could anticipate what was about to happen.
"If I had stopped him now, would everything have changed?" He felt his hand stretched out to Nar as heavy as lead, and he couldn't make a sound when he tried to stop him, and could only watch him go farther and farther.
"If it goes on like this, Nar will ......" All this is vivid, and the wheel of time seems to be driving on the laid track, without giving Rogge any respite, and goes straight forward.
"Nar, wait! Don't go......" No matter how much he cried out inwardly, the bulky body did not respond in the slightest, and turned his head and walked back. If history can be rewritten and life can be repeated, he will definitely not choose to let it go. It was this thought that awaited him the next day was the bad news that Nar had been killed.
"Why...... Why is this the case again? Awakened from his sleep countless times, helpless countless times, and regretting the history that can't be changed, Rogge knelt on the ground and covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly. The surrounding scene was swallowed up by darkness, and the resentful spirit of Nar stood behind this seemingly strong but fragile man, staring at him coldly.
"It's all to blame for my failure to protect you." Rogge said on his knees with his eyes closed.
"It's all your fault, why didn't you stop me?"
"I was naΓ―ve enough to think you'd understand."
"I keep saying it's good for me, but in fact, it's all just for myself!"
"If I scolded you and locked you in your room, you probably wouldn't die."
"You are obviously the head of the regiment but you can't shoulder your due responsibility, you are really incompetent!"
"I know your character, but I still can't do anything for you."
"Those who are self-righteous know how to make sense, who do you think you are?"
"I'm really a derelict regimental commander."
"I won't forgive you, it's all your fault!"
"It's all my fault."
"Your fault led to my death!"
"I'm all to blame for your death."
"I will curse you for the rest of my life, and I will not let you go easily!"
"I want relief."
"Isn't that easy?"
"yes, it's easy."
"You know what to do."
"I know what to do."
Rogge's hand slowly reached for the boot and pulled out a dagger with an "N" engraved on the hilt. It was a gift from himself to Nal, and after his death, only the dagger remained, and Rog always carried it with him to warn him. He pointed the knife at his throat and closed his eyes, a single swipe of which would free him from the curse that had plagued him for more than a year.
"Quick, you'll be free!" Nar looked at him faintly, and the originally somewhat transparent figure was gradually getting deeper. He kept using words to bewitch Rogge, trying to get him to do it quickly.
Rog's movements stopped, and he seemed to hear someone calling him in the distance, the voice of the man was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
"What a nuisance!" With impatience on his vicious expression, Nar continued to incite him in Rog's ear to end his suffering.
"You...... Who is it? Rogge asked the voice in his head in confusion.
"I'm Nar!"
β...... No, you're not. Rog shook his head, the phantom behind him twisted. You're not Nar...... You are ......"
Rog turned his head and met Nar's vision.
"You're not Nar, you're Rog...... You, it's me. β
The expression on the phantom's face became more and more distorted, and Rog stood up, clenched the dagger in his hand, and stabbed the distorted phantom violently. "You are me, the weak me."
The Phantom screamed and stepped back, and Rog saw another stab. "Thank you for reminding me of my weaknesses, and now, it's time for you to disappear."
As the darkness cleared, he shook his head and found himself still sitting by the window, Rick crouching next to him to help him overcome the nightmare with lucidity.
"Welcome back." Rick smiled at him when he saw him open his eyes.
"How long did I sleep?" Rog rubbed his temples and saw that Guvii was holding the three of them in a one-on-one manner, while still fighting the fire magister, and when he finally woke up, he turned his head and said good morning to him.
Rogge smiled helplessly: "How long have I been asleep?" β
"About ten minutes."
"He's been playing four for almost ten minutes?"
"Pretty much."
"You might as well come and help if you have time to talk." Guviy held the orb in his left hand and grabbed it with his right hand, fixing a flaming comet in mid-air. In order to prevent the room from burning down, he also had to put out the fire in time, and he almost let Jack run away without paying attention.
"Ahh What a hassle! Suddenly, Guviy flicked his hands, and all control magic vanished. He closed his eyes, slowly raised his hands and clenched his fists, and the four opposing people seemed to be choked by an invisible big hand, unable to move. Bruton, the captain of the Black Dog Regiment, looked at the man with red eyes and black hair and two horns on his head in horror, and couldn't understand why there were ghosts in the Celestial Clan's territory. Even Rog was taken aback, only Rick looked at the man who was a little too powerful with a thoughtful expression.
"Okay, have you had enough trouble?"
Under the suppression of absolute strength, Fran, who has always been wild and uninhibited, was the first to admit defeat. "Boss, I'm no match for him at all." Fran turned to Bruton behind him.
Bruton quickly calmed down, gave up his resistance and raised his hands. "I think I know who you are, Slayer Ghost."
Guviyi tilted his head: "I don't like that name very much, now my name is Guviyi, just a deacon." β
"I've long heard that the Killing Ghost has been tamed, but I didn't expect it to be true, why do you have the strength of a forbidden spell master to hide your identity and come to the Heavenly Realm?"
"Hmm...... I'm looking for someone, it's none of your business. β
"I know who you're looking for, so let's make a deal. I'll tell you what you want to know, how about you let a few of us go? β
"Do you know who I'm looking for?" Guviyi narrowed his eyes, and with a move of his left hand, Bruton flew towards him.
"I know someone knows the whereabouts of the person you're looking for."
"Don't beat around the bush with me."
"Elven King! The person you're looking for is the Elven King, right? Bruton felt his breathing harder and harder, and his face turned red.
"Huh?" Gouviyi lifted the restraining spell from him, and Bruton fell to the ground, taking several deep breaths to recover his senses, and the few people behind him were already rolling their eyes. "You don't have much time."
"Recently, a lot of people have been inquiring about the whereabouts of the Elven King, and I know that the Dark Elves have been buying enchanted weapons and magic stones, and I know of one of their habitats."
"Tell me about it."
"Did you let us go?"
Guviy lowered a few men to the ground so that their feet would not hang in the air. "Say it."
"There is a small country called Yoran on the north side of the Celestial Realm, and the dark elves manipulate the main city to cover their purchase of contraband. That's all I know. β
"I've marked a few of you, and if I find out you're talking nonsense, I'll blow your hearts one by one, do you understand?"
"It's true."
"Let's go." Guvii waved at them.
Seeing a few people supporting the rapid retreat, Xiutru asked with some concern: "Is this really good?" Finally, there is a clue, if Miss knows......" Realizing that he had lost his words, Shotru covered his mouth and looked at Rog and Rick.
"Actually, I've guessed it somewhat." Rick shrugged, a little indifferent. "I can vaguely feel a sense of disobedience in Guviyi."
"Ah, what a pity, I thought I was well disguised."
"I only noticed it when you caught Jack, so I guess we can find a place to talk slowly?" Rick winked at him when he heard the protest of Hutru's rumbling stomach without lunch, and Shutru scratched his head in embarrassment.