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The seven chapters of the weak and colorful torrent rolled and surged from the unknown void, entangled and converged into an even more turbulent and magnificent giant river, roaring and sweeping across this realm of consciousness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and he is a fallen leaf that rises and falls between the crests and valleys, sometimes walking through the peak of the waves, sometimes wandering in the roaring tide. The waves were mighty, like snow, and the huge waves came one after another, throwing up and falling this fallen leaf, and washing up countless sand and stones that had precipitated in the deepest part of the memory.

A figure flashed before his eyes. Among them are Fengyue, who sleeps in a coffin, whose peerless face is as peaceful as a clear spring and a stone, and the unpredictable Audrech is forever hidden behind the undispersed mist, and there is Elesis, who is as cold as ice on the outside and hot as fire on the inside, and Ophorok who is like a god of war. Then Adjani, Floya, Androni, Theseus, and others appeared one by one, and even a very short and vague figure appeared in front of him, lingering.

He struggled to search his memory for who the diminutive figure was, only to find that the dwarf Nakba he had seen before was somewhat similar to it.

I don't know how long the bizarre dreams lasted.

He seemed to relive the moment before he died, and in the end, all the light and shadow returned to the silver eyes and black flames. But this time, the black flame gradually became one with the darkness, and it was no longer discerning, only the silver eyes that shone with a soft light, as if they were the only hope in the endless darkness.

In the haze, someone hugged him tightly, and his cheeks pressed against something soft, giving him a strange feeling of comfort and reassurance. In the cool and sweet aroma, there seemed to be a pair of cold, slippery and gentle little hands roaming over him, and the sharp pain that had tormented him in his dreams everywhere he went was swept away.

He slowly sank into the deepest ocean.

I don't know how long it took...... He slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of sunlight fell right on his face. It took him a while to get used to the bright light, and he slowly saw the scene in front of him.

The top of the luxurious Victorian-style bed is the first to come into view, the mahogany bedposts carved with laurel trees and the stacked tents supporting the lifting of the heavy stacks, these exquisite fabrics are the handicrafts of the desert peoples of the southwest of the continent. It is precious not only because of the exotic alternative art, but also because of its rarity.

He tried to move, but found that the reaction of all parts of his body was extremely sluggish, as if the distance between his brain and his hand was 10,000 kilometers, and he was extremely uncomfortable for a moment. He had to roll his eyes and command the only organ that was still neat to look at the world around him.

It is a large and ornate room, whether it is a rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows or a decorative cabinet in the corner, the omnipresent curves and numerous carved decorations exude a typical rococo style. It is worth noting that there is a crown-shaped decoration at the head of the bed and on the top of the cabinet.

"Lord Rogge, are you awake?

Rogge felt that the melodious voice with a slight hoarse tone in the coldness was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a moment. He struggled to turn his head, but he didn't have any strength at all.

A pair of cold hands reached over and helped him up. For some reason, Rogge always felt that behind these gentle movements, there was an unconcealed murderous aura and a strong smell of blood. It's not for him, it's just a record of his past experiences.

Rogge turned his head to look, and was greeted by Mei's beautiful face. She was still cold, but the dark circles under her eyes that came from tiredness gave her indifferent face a strange touch of humanity from thousands of miles away. She helped Rogge to sit down, and brought him another blanket to put on. The gentleness and thoughtfulness of her movements and the coldness of her expression are very contradictory, which makes Rogge feel inexplicably strange.

Why Rose, and not Floya? Rogge felt that his mind was still sluggish, unable to think properly.

After a while, Rogge was a little more sober, and the sensations in his body were recovering little by little. He asked weakly, "Mei, what time is it now?"

Mei said: "You have been in a coma for three days. When the battle of the night was settled, the Goddess's floating city flew away, and I haven't seen it since. Also, you are now in the Delaware Imperial Palace, and the Delaware Imperial Chamber has announced its surrender, my lord. ”

Next, Mei briefly reported the current situation to Rogge.

The Siege of Tiffany suffered heavy losses on both sides. The Imperial army alone lost more than 10,000 people, and most of them were elite Tidal Legion soldiers. And almost all of the regular troops stationed by Tiffany were killed, and the number of more than 800,000 civilians killed and wounded in the city was also extremely staggering, but the current number has exceeded 150,000!

Many of them were killed by the emperor for helping to defend the city, and many of them died in the rebellion. In addition, there is a large and extremely strange death block in the city, which is full of soldiers and alleys, and almost all the civilians in the area are dead at home, and the few survivors are on the verge of madness.

They couldn't hear a woman's voice at all, especially a woman's scream.

Rog smiled weakly, he knew it was the work of the revenant banshee. In this way, inside and outside Tiffany City, there are at least 200,000 more souls.

Enough is enough.

Fengyue, have you woken up?

He tried to summon Fengyue, but still as before, there was no response. Rogge smiled bitterly, it takes a long time for the Dark Dragon Magic Array to purify soul energy, not to mention that the Dark Dragon Magic Array is not complete. After all, he was only in a coma for three days.

Rogge's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly remembered the wrath of the goddess of nature! he had been in a coma for a long time, and he had completely lost the suppression of the wrath of the goddess of nature, and it stands to reason that he should have been dismembered by the divine power of the goddess of nature. Rogge concentrated his spiritual power, but fortunately, although his physical strength and magic power were empty, his unmatched spiritual power was still intact.

In the depths of his soul, the divine power of the goddess of nature was condensed in one place, like an emerald pearl, floating quietly in the spiritual ocean, as if sleeping, with no sign of activity at all.

Rogge was slightly stunned, completely unable to understand how the divine power of the goddess of nature, who had always been extremely vicious, could be so tame. As soon as his thoughts moved, a little wave appeared in the sea of consciousness. The divine power of the goddess of nature suddenly released a soft light, and slowly began to whirl, and thousands of green rays opened slightly. Before Rogge could comprehend, the turquoise light expanded into a huge green screen in an instant, and quickly rushed out of Rogge's body and began to look for prey everywhere!

Rogge's surprise was not trivial, he let out a low shout, and his spiritual power quickly condensed, strangling the divine power of the goddess of nature who was frantically counterattacking in one fell swoop.

Mei, who was originally leaning on his side, exclaimed, and in a flash, her figure flickered, and she had already retreated outside the door!

Suddenly there was a cloud of smoke and dust in the room, and the expensive bed, furniture, oil paintings and antiques were instantly turned into ashes!

With a thud, Rogge slammed to the ground. His body was still unable to move at will, and this fall caused a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, and he only felt that the world was spinning, and he almost fainted again.

Rose at the door poked inside, gritted her teeth, jumped in again, and helped Rogge up. Her movements were gentle, but her body shone with a bright fighting spirit, and she was obviously on guard.

This time Rogge really smiled bitterly, he didn't expect that he couldn't control it for a while, and his mental power that had been improved too quickly would overflow everywhere, and it would cause such a destructive result. It seems that this is the windfall of this period of desperate struggle with the divine power of the goddess of nature. However, Rogge didn't feel how complacent, although this kind of attack inadvertently launched with spiritual power was silent and unguardable, it was not at all a level of skill compared to the spiritual impact that directly impacted the consciousness and soul.

Seeing that everything in the room had been destroyed, Rose had to help Rog to another room.

Rogge rested for a while, and his strength and spirit recovered a lot, so he continued to listen to Mei's report on the situation in the past three days.

Mei is indeed a very good intelligence officer, and she can always explain one thing very clearly in a few words. However, one thing that surprised Rogge was that Wenner was actually captured alive! This master who was famous for his alchemy skills was indeed the outlier among the ten magisters. It's just that Wen Naning will not surrender and has been on hunger strike for three days.

In the face of a legendary figure like the Grand Magus, even a person like Wallace didn't dare to mess around, let alone torture at will, only waiting for Rogge to decide. But Rogge remained unconscious, so Rogge's friends began to intervene to 'convince' Wenna.

After hearing this, Rogge nodded. He examined his body, and although it was still heavily bandaged, with his terrifying regenerative physique, the wound would heal completely in less than two days. He recalled in his mind what he knew about Wen Na, reluctantly stood up, and said, "Mei, let's go, let's take a look at Master Wen Na." ”

Wenner was imprisoned in his tower. As soon as Rogge stepped into the cell, he was stunned, and his face was extremely strange.

Wenna's situation was tragic and embarrassing.

It's not easy to imprison an archmagus. Even if you can't meditate, the archmage's magic will slowly recover. Even when tied and gagged, silent and instantaneous magic can be enough to make approaching an archmagus a very dangerous move. In addition, magic such as unlocking, disarming traps, and unshackling are not difficult skills, and any Grand Magus can easily attach a number of skills to them, such as extreme effect and silent hair.

Obviously, a great alchemist like Vinner is an expert in dealing with captivity. But the person who imprisoned him was an expert among experts.

In the center of the cell was a large glass jar, more than a man tall, filled with water. Wenna was standing in the vat. His feet were locked to the bottom of the tank, and his hands were suspended from the ceiling. There was also a cotton swab with a sharp needle hidden in it between his fingers, and if Wen Na tried to perform magic with a gesture, the steel needle in the cotton swab would stab his fingers with a slightly larger movement, and even for the most determined people, the slightest distraction caused by the sharp pain in his fingers would be enough to make the magic fail.

And the water in the tank just didn't pass Wonna's bald head. His nose was firmly clamped with a clamp and a hose was in his mouth for him to breathe. If Wenna wanted to recite the incantation, the water in the vat would immediately pour into his mouth, flushing the rest of the incantation into his stomach and choking him half to death. Moreover, if he is soaked in water, even if he can cast silent magic, he will not be able to use electricity, fire, and ice magic, leaving Wenna with much less room to play.

However, the most outrageous reference was the silk thread of pure gold that was attached to Wenna's body. At one end of the thread was a magic needle made of Mithril, and at the other end was a magic torch that flickered and dimmed.

Rog is a fierce man who has used dragon eggs and Amoro as the source of the magic of the Oracle City, and is a master of how to draw the power of living beings. At a glance, he knew that these magic needles were very knowledgeable, and every time Wen Na's magic power was restored, it would be absorbed by the magic needles in a single bit, and they would be used for the lighting of the magic torch. Even Rogge did it himself, and he asked himself that he could never do better.

At this point, even if there was no one to guard it, there was no way for Wenna to escape.

Rogge looked around and saw that the cell was hastily remodeled from an experiment in Wenna, with many mechanical parts scattered around it, and in the corner of the room, there was a large experimental bench with countless sophisticated tools on the countertop.

At Rogge's motion, Rose drained some of the water from the glass jar, revealing Wenna's mouth. Wen Na spit out the hose in his mouth, snorted heavily, and scolded: "You Asrofik pigs! If you have the ability, you will come and kill me, and if you want me to sell your life, it is a fantasy!

Rogge shook his head and smiled bitterly, he was a great magician himself, and he knew what it was like to be sucked out of every drop of magic by the magic needle. It was definitely a form of torture, a torture that only works for magicians! It seems that the man who arranged all this not only understood the weakness of the magician, but also used extremely vicious methods. As long as he thought that Wen Na had been in this environment for three days, the fat man couldn't help but admire the will of the bald old man.

Rogge ignored Wen Na's scolding, and just whispered a few words to Mei. Mei went out for a spin, and more than a dozen mages rushed in, followed by a group of soldiers.

"Hey, hey...... What are you going to do......" Wen Na, who had been scolding in his mouth, suddenly shouted in a higher voice, with a hint of trembling at the end, almost turning into a scream.

Rogge smiled happily, still ignoring Wenna, and just said to Mei, "Mei, you have to remember. It must not be rude to treat a noble figure like Master Wenna. It must not be tortured like a barbarian, at most mentally destroying. ”

As soon as a dozen mages entered, they instructed the soldiers to move out of the room with all metal objects. Every time he took something, whether it was a finished product or a part, or even some freshly cut metal bar, Wen Na looked extremely painful, screaming and swearing, and the curses in his mouth became more and more admired for the great magus's profundity.

After a few moments, the room was empty, and there was no longer a single metal in sight. Wenna also became so sluggish that he could not even hear the scolding. His eyes swept around in distraction, trying to find something, even if it was a strange screw.

Seeing Wen Na's reaction, Rogge smiled with great satisfaction: "Master Wen Na, although I don't know who took it upon himself to treat you like this, but I am also a magician, and it must be uncomfortable to know this." It's rude to say, how can they treat an archmage like you like this? Maybe we should have a good talk......"

Before Rogge could finish speaking, he heard a voice outside the room.

"I really didn't expect this old man to be able to survive under the magic sucking needle for three days!Hmph, but he wants to fight me, it's still far away! I still have a lot of useless means!" This seductive pleasant voice Rogge is very familiar, it is Floya's little goblin.

Somehow, Rog suddenly remembered the time when he went to hunt dwarves and walked with her at the same time as he hated and loved.

Rog looked at Wenna, a malicious smile on his lips. Sure enough, as soon as Wen Na heard Floya's voice, her face immediately showed a slight wince.

"Your Highness, if you are willing to listen to my advice and empty all the metal objects in the cell, then I vouch for the reputation of a four-hundred-year-old killer, he will definitely not survive for three days! A great alchemist with this kind of attainment must have a fanaticism for the cause he is engaged in, and not allowing him to see anything related to his work is the most severe punishment in itself. "Hughes's voice is always so unhurried. Just after listening to his words, Wenna gritted his teeth and glared at Rogge with hatred.

"Hmph! I don't need your method, I don't believe that old guy can get through today!" said the little goblin viciously. Even if she is ruthless, her voice has a delicate taste, which is enough to make a man think about it, but if anyone doubts the power of her methods because of this, he will definitely regret it.

The two entered the room while arguing, and when they saw Rogge, they were both stunned.

"Floya, what did you have in store today?" asked Rog with a smile.

"Are you awake?" said Floya, staring at Rog. Almost subconsciously, she raised her right hand to pull back a lock of hair that had jumped mischievously to her forehead, and with the other hand pulled down the placket that emphasized her chest line, as for the big box she was holding in her hand, it had long been forgotten by its owner, and quietly slipped to the ground. Hughes sighed, stretched out his hand, and the big box flew into his hand.

"I just woke up, and I don't have much energy yet. ”

"Just wake up. Floya let out a sigh of relief, and her tone became very relaxed: "Anyway, it's only a matter of time before you wake up, so there's nothing to worry about." It's good for you to be here, just to see how I clean up this stubborn old man Wenna. She said it easily, but when she saw Rogge wake up, her eyes were still a little red, and she secretly revealed a little bit of her heart.

Wenna glared at Floya and Theseus with hatred and fear in his eyes, and his attention was drawn to the large box.

The mystery has been revealed.

Inside the box is an extremely finely crafted model of Tiffany. It faithfully records Tiffany's current state, and you can even clearly see the floor formed by the melted steel gate under the city gate, and the burnt marks on the city wall.

Floya paced up to Werner and smiled at him, then beckoned to Theseus, who took two steps very cooperatively, holding the model in both hands until she was under her nose. She stretched out her slender hand and flicked it over the distinctive architecture of the Tiffany model.

"You...... What do you want to do?" Wenna roared, his angry eyes bloodshot. He had already vaguely guessed the idea of this vicious little goblin.

"I've been in a bad mood lately, what does a woman want to do most when she's in a bad mood? You're so smart, you don't need me to tell you, it's to dismantle things!" the goblin smiled charmingly, and put on a very beautiful little grimace.

With a soft click, Floya's two spring-like fingers grabbed a section of the façade on Tiffany's model and pulled it off.

Wen Na's breathing was noticeably heavier, and his wide-open eyes were about to burst out, and he stared firmly at the mutton fat jade-like fingers, as if he were looking at something terrible in the world.

The leprechaun had apparently put a hard foot into it before he arrived, and he knew all about the provenances, strengths, and weaknesses of each of Tiffany's unique buildings. Although she lacks magical powers, she is also highly skilled in magic, so all the functions of the four spires that Wenna is proud of cannot be hidden from her eyes, and the comments are extremely authentic.

Floya commented on Tiffany's buildings, and when she commented on one, she demolished the other. And with every kacha sounded, Wenna would roar.

In a matter of moments, Tiffany's model had been dismantled to pieces. Wenna's eyes were like flames, and he struggled desperately, wanting to pounce on the vicious little goblin in front of him.

Floya was naturally not afraid of his lack of real threat, but smiled: "Although it is enjoyable to dismantle the model, my mood is still not good." Maybe it would be a good idea to go out and blow up a section of the wall. ”

Rogge interjected and laughed, "Who provoked you? I'll get angry with you when I turn around." How can you just tear down a section of the city wall, if you want to demolish it, you will tear down all the walls of Tiffany!"

Wen Na scoffed, signaling disbelief, and tried to hold out a posture of not caring, but how could the flustered and wandering gaze hide from these cunning characters in the room?

Rogge smiled: "Now I'm up to me." Not to mention just demolishing the city wall, even demolishing Tiffany in its entirety is not a big deal. ”

Wen Na then carefully observed Rogge and said angrily: "You are the demon who held the blood-colored twin flags all the way? Hmph, you slaughtered so many Delawa, do you still want me to sell your life to you? If you have the ability, you can kill me, and the wrath of the sky will avenge me!"

Rogge smiled faintly and said, "Sky Fury, I have already personally sent him back to the arms of the goddess of nature." ”

"This can't be!" Wynner shouted, glancing at Rogge and saying disdainfully, "It's up to you?"

Rogge smiled silently.

Xius coughed and said, "Old man Wenna, each of your dozen or so killing puppets has more than a hundred resentful spirits attached to them! How did so many dead resentful souls come from? Hmph, you keep saying that we kill a lot of people, and you yourself are afraid that you will not be any better! It seems that there must be a lot of missing people in Delaware every year, if they know that the great mage master and the great alchemist Master Wenna, who has always admired them, originally created these killing puppets by necromancy, what would happen?"

Wen Na was stunned, his face turned blue and white, and he was suddenly choked speechless.

Mei whispered in Rog's ear for a while, Rogge nodded, and said, "I didn't expect Master Wenner to have the blood of the Delaware Imperial Chamber, and his status is noble! If you are obedient, I can find them a territory within the Empire where they can live a worry-free life as Duke of the Empire forever. You might as well think about it slowly, Tiffany can't be dismantled in a day anyway. ”

Wenna closed her eyes and was silent.

Hughes coughed suddenly, and Wenna immediately shuddered all over, and it seemed that he still had lingering feelings about the coughing sound of Hughes.

"Master Wenna, there are some things I am reluctant to say. You killing golems, in fact, there is still a lot to improve......"

Wen Na immediately closed his eyes and did not look at him, but the corners of his mouth twitched, and he tried to open it several times, but he forcibly endured it.

However, Xius didn't let him wait at all, and then sighed: "For example, if the shell is made of Baroka ciphered steel invented in the era of the Elven Empire......"

"Do you have the recipe for Baroka Dense Steel?" Wen Na couldn't take it anymore, opened his eyes, and yelled!

"I don't have a recipe, but this thing looks like it's made of densely grained steel. Hughes shook his sword in front of Wenna, the end of the hilt unadorned, and the faint blue light peculiar to stainless steel. But in Wenna's eyes, this blue light is simply more beautiful than all colors.

He was in great pain, and with all his will for life, he finally closed his eyes. Even if he didn't have a formula, as long as he could have a small piece of Baroka dense steel for experiments, he would probably be able to work out a formula. This marvelous metal is known for its sturdiness and characteristic softness, and if it were to be used as a shell for a killing golem, the golem would no longer be as resistant to the striking of heavy blunt weapons as it is now.

Hughes coughed again. Wen Na began to tremble all over, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept coming out of his bald head.

"Master Winner, the goddess has always been very courteous to an archmage like you. Maybe...... I'm just saying that maybe you can have a lab in the Floating City, and you can have the opportunity to talk about the vast world of magic with an alien lich who has lived for thousands of years......."

It was the last pebble that sank the heavily laden ship.

Rogge and the others walked out of the cell, and someone helped the frail Master Wenner down to rest. Rogge approached Elder Theseus and whispered, "Elder Theseus, where is the Floating City now? I'm going to go up!"

Xius was obviously startled, and immediately lowered his voice and replied, "Don't! It's too dangerous right now!"

Rogge was stunned.

There is indeed no peace in the floating city.

A large mahogany bed was picked up by a slender hand that seemed to be blown up, and then slammed into the wall, and was smashed to pieces!

The slender hand then clenched into a fist, and the anger was not vented at all.

It seems that when a woman is in a bad mood, her favorite thing to do is either to dismantle or smash things.

(To be continued)