"The dead can't speak, accept the reward of death!" leaned over the black-robed leader and held Alice down, raising his blade and stabbing her in the throat.

With a bang, a silver bullet knocked away the blood-stained blade in the black-robed man's hand, and the knife spun and fell into the grass.

The three black-robed men looked in surprise in the direction where the gunshots rang out, only to see a man dressed in black and wearing a dark wide-brimmed hat flying out from behind the thorn bushes.

"Let her go, you executioners, or I'll give you a taste of my hands at once!"

Rogge held a silver sword in his hand and held a half-cut cigar in his mouth, and the blade of the long sword emitted a silver light in the dark night, pointing a cold light at the three black-robed men.

Behind him, a sturdy silver figure leaped out of the thorn bushes, two silver handcuffs in their hands revealing the muzzles of black holes, echoing the cold eyes of the mistress, ready to tear their enemies apart.

"Who are you, why are you meddling!" asked the leader of the black-robed men, recovering from his initial fright, in a gloomy tone.

"Your master just finished talking to me, but you don't know me?"

While pointing the glittering sword in his hand at him, Rogge strode forward and said, "I am the 'lone wolf' Rogge, a big bad wolf who specializes in wandering around when the moon comes out, and what happened in the middle of the night has something to do with me!"

Hearing Rogge's name, the three black-robed men subconsciously took a step back, showing obvious fear and vigilance, and Alice, who fell to the ground at this time, took advantage of his unpreparedness and suddenly released a huge fishtail and swept towards the three of them.

The three of them hurriedly used the staff in their hands to resist the attack of the fishtail, and Alice repelled the three of them, taking the opportunity to jump up from the ground, and the fishtail turned into legs again, covering the wound and running north.

The three black-robed men saw that Alice had escaped, and they had the intention to chase but understood that Rogge would not let them go, so they simply turned around and ran westward, they hoped that Rogge would chase Alice so that he could find an opportunity to escape, but Rogge ignored Alice and chased after Catherine.

"These three guys are the ones who really know William and the commanders behind him, and catching them is the key!" Rogge said to Catherine beside him as he chased.

He looked up at the little owl above him and shouted, "Lilith, keep an eye on them, don't let them run away!"

The little owl soared into the air, flying silently towards the three of them like a ghost in the night shadows of the forest, and followed not far above the heads of the three people, guiding Rogge with a voice similar to a woman's crying, and the mournful cry was particularly frightening in the silent mountains and forests.

Suddenly, there was a downhill in front of him, and three black-robed people rushed down the hill quickly, and a person suddenly sprang out from the side, knocking the black-robed leader who was running in front to the ground, and grabbed him by the neck and held him down.

The other two black-robed men drew their swords and pounced on Rogge, who swung away the blades of the two with his swords and pierced one of them in the arm with his sword.

The other was dropped from the sky by a little owl, and his two blood-red claws left several bloody claw marks on his face, and he threw away the sword in his hand and covered his face and screamed backwards.

Taking advantage of Rogge's distraction, the leader of the black-robed people struggled to get up and knocked Rog away, and continued to run down the hillside, while the two injured black-robed men also covered their wounds and fled.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and a flying silver bullet hit the leader of the black-robed people in the leg, and he fell to the ground with a scream, and rolled down the cliff at the end of the hill.

"Damn!" Rogge was taken aback, he wanted Catherine to shoot the other man in the leg to stop him from escaping, but he watched as the man rolled off the cliff.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other two black-robed people hurriedly recited spells to cast spells, and a burst of black smoke drifted by, and the figures of the two disappeared from the place, and soon appeared on the opposite side of the ravine.

The two glanced back at Rogge and Catherine, who had chased them to the edge of the cliff, and then turned and hurried into the dense forest.

"What shall we do?" Catherine asked Rogge anxiously as she watched the figures of the two fade away.

"Let them go, the dead can talk!" Rogge turned and walked to the edge of the cliff, and saw the black-robed man who had fallen from the cliff and landed on a large rock at the bottom of the ravine.

"Come on, let's go down and see!" Rog snuffed out the cigarette butt in his mouth and threw it down the cliff, turned and took some tough and hardy vines from the woods, wound them into a strong rope, tied them to a large tree on the edge of the cliff, and then climbed the vines with Catherine down to the bottom of the ditch.

Since the place was untouched for many years, the bottom of the ravine was full of rocks and thorns blocking the way, and it was covered with snow, Rog slashed the thorns with a silver sword to open the way, and Catherine followed closely behind, relying on her agility to climb over the large rocks, and finally came to the corpse.

Rogge grabbed the corpse's feet and dragged him off the rock, made him lie flat on the snow, squatted down beside him and turned over his cuffs and neckline with his hands, unfastened his belt, and examined his neck, ankles, wrists, waist and abdomen.

"Did you find anything?" Catherine stood by and looked at the corpse with curiosity, and then at Rogge, wondering what he was looking for.

Rogge didn't answer her question, but took the long sword he carried with him from the corpse, and after careful inspection, he couldn't help frowning, took a long breath full of suspicion, and said, "It's a little strange!"

"What's wrong?" Catherine asked, unable to hold back the curiosity in her heart, looking at Rogge with a blank eye.

"Do you remember the teleportation technique that those two black-robed men performed just now? It's exactly the same as the black magic used by William 'Bloody Hand'. ”

Rogge beckoned Catherine to squat down and said to her, "Originally, I thought they should be William's dark wizards, but the inspection just now denied my suspicion. ”

He handed the sword in his hand to Catherine and said, "This sword is the first doubt, dark wizards rarely use swords as weapons, you have seen William's style, dark wizards never fight hard with people, I was suspicious when I first fought with them. ”

"Secondly," Rogge said, pointing to the words carved on the sword, "The sword is engraved with the initials and marks of the famous Aslater blacksmith shop in Bahrain, the capital of the Empire, why would a group of dark wizards run to the human imperial capital to buy melee weapons made by humans?"

"What do you mean......" Catherine looked up at Rogge in surprise and heard him say, "That's right, these people are not dark wizards at all, and they don't have the black dragon tattoos that a dark wizard should have!"

"Black dragon tattoo, what is that?" Catherine asked curiously.

Rogge stood up from the corpse, stared down at the corpse in front of him and said: "The black dragon tattoo is the symbol of the dark wizards, the black dragon is the most powerful creature in the dark jungle, immune to all magic, the black wizards believe in the power of the black dragon, so they will tattoo the black dragon on their bodies." ”

"So, did you rummage through his clothes to find a tattoo to prove his identity?" asked Catherine in a flash of understanding.

Rogge nodded lightly and said, "That's right, even a dark wizard apprentice who is new to dark magic will have a black dragon mark, usually tattooed on his wrist, neck, chest, waist or ankle, but he has no such mark on his body. ”

"In that case, these guys who fight with swords but know a little magic are deliberately disguising themselves as dark wizards, hoping to hide their true identities!" Catherine said, holding the black-robed man's sword in both hands, staring at Rogge's pensive face.

"Yes, but what are they trying to hide?"

Rog meaningfully grabbed the wrist of the black-robed man's right hand, lifted his sleeve, and presented the skin on the outside of his arm to Catherine, and the girl saw a clear black crescent inscribed on the pale skin.

"What is this mark?" asked Catherine, looking up at Rogge suspiciously.

Rogge shook his head solemnly and said: "I don't know what this represents, there are many powerful forces among the rangers, but none of them use this symbol, maybe this mark represents William's master, the guy who is really hidden behind the scenes." ”

He got up from the ground and said to Catherine, "Let's go back, this guy has said enough, if Antonio's men can be trusted, I think they should have caught Alice, it's time to see what the living can say." ”