In the battle of the "Demon Abyss", the Third Knights' "Dragons and Beauty" Reading Brigade became famous. When it was said that the battle situation was secretly compiled into various versions of the report by people with good intentions, it was sent to the desks of several big people. The expressions of the readers were different, some gritted their teeth, some couldn't help laughing, and some were disgusted. The people involved don't know anything about it.

There is a surprisingly tacit understanding between the parties involved in this regard. The Duchy of Bavaria governed its army with strict military discipline. A private brawl between the soldiers was a month of solitary confinement and twenty lashes. A brawl of this magnitude, and it was carried out in a casino, spread out, and the few who took the lead were afraid that they would lose their heads. That Parsis is determined to lose in the moment, and he can only try to take revenge later.

After listening to Kate's explanation, Rogge and the others were relieved. Otherwise, everyone will fall into such a catastrophe, and I am afraid that if the military salary is not eaten for two days, they will fall into the grass again.

For the next few days, everyone spent time in fear, but they were not idle. Those who were busy buying land and houses were planning to live here for a long time. One hundred knights of the "Dragon and the Beauty" and fifty mountain dwellers were imprisoned and tamed by Franco in the barracks, and it was said that the primary goal was to "survive the street melee". This was a preparation for the people of the Second Knights to provoke in the streets. There is a way that good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. At this time, in the barracks of the Third Knights, the people of the other brigades, even the regular knights of the First Knights' Brigade, looked at the knights of the "Dragon and Beauty" with different eyes. That gaze contained admiration, envy, disdain, jealousy, and so on.

Perhaps because he was poor since he was a child, Rogge has a soft spot for having a nest of his own. The fat man misses his first small building very much, even if it is full of institutions, even if it is messy, it is also his first home. And that wonderful night, the incomparable madness after escaping death, the moaning of **, the straightened and powerful legs, and the exhaustion as if being evacuated after a thousand miles, are all so profound. Suddenly, Rogge missed Kivi a little, and it was an inexplicable emotion. Qiwei's surname is Ge Po and spicy, with a proud figure, beautiful appearance, outstanding martial arts, and a young age. Even in the current era of hierarchy, people still respect the powerful. Although she is only a commoner, she is much better than the descendants of a declining aristocrat like herself. Rogge knew that if nothing else, it was impossible for him to get such a woman.

Maybe that's why that day is so memorable. Rogge thought to himself. To herself, or to a man, Qi Wei's martial prowess is actually useless. All she wants is her body and face. Although she is beautiful, she is far from being as stunning as Elesis, and there are not a few civilian women who have such a face. But these things are added together, and there are not many women who can compare with Qiwei. Just like the weapons and armor of the Hammer of the God of War, it is indeed a boutique in terms of practicality, but it is by no means a peerless divine weapon. It's just that after all kinds of decorations and gimmicks are added, it immediately looks unusual.

By the way, and a sense of conquest! Rogge knew that Kivi must be dismissive of herself, and she was on top of her. "But so what? Didn't I let Lao Tzu see you enough, touch you all over, and the sky?" the fat man thought viciously. It should be this contrast between status and reality that makes me so happy, not because I Qiwei, but because I a woman who couldn't get it because of my status.

Being able to be a famous woman is every man's dream.

"This is conquest!" Rogge was a little smug. But another voice in my heart was saying, "This is also called conquest? You just got her body by despicable means, did you break her will?"

"These days, how can there be so much wordiness! I only want you, not your heart!" the fat man thought indignantly.

Having done a famous woman doesn't mean it's over, you have to find a way to let others know. This has become a symbol of status, look, such an outstanding woman has come from the uncle, and the uncle I have something extraordinary. As for what's extraordinary, hahahaha, kid, think for yourself! As for how to let others know, there's a lot of knowledge here. I can't say that xxx is my woman. If you want to twist and turn, it's best to let them find out for themselves with a little brain. It is also a study to talk to any kind of person. Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped. Showing off this with a coolie must be either an idiot or scolded for being sick.

But the fat man thought about it, Qiwei's matter was too disgraceful. Even if the aristocracy is bullying, you have to have a minimum demeanor, you can go head-to-head alone, and if you can't pick it, you can group Europe, but you must always be upright. For seducing women, the nobles are even more particular, and what they want is to win the hearts and minds of the people. I am trapped, and I am anesthetic, except for those scum and friends, this thing is really unspeakable. This made Rogge a little depressed about his nocturnal walk.

Although there are many mediocre people among the aristocracy, and there is no shortage of waste and losers, they are competitive and strive to be motivated and promising. With a status after a lot of hard work, how can there be a reason not to let people know quickly. So the wealthy family, with a long history, pure and noble blood, shows that there have been several kings and princesses in the family lineage. Those who are inferior have also had some public appointments in history, but they are still not enough, and they must also show off their current official positions and fertile land. There are also those rich merchants, although their status is not high, but those jewels and utensils are priceless, and even the nobles are hot to see them. As for the declining aristocracy, the family background is declining, and this aristocratic faction must not also fall. As a result, a few family heirloom treasures have become things that the old people must take out to show their children and grandchildren during the New Year's holidays.

As for the strong, there are many who are not exempt from vulgarity. The status of magicians is already very respected, but the magicians' guild still has to make a hierarchy. And there is a clear distinction between the colors and ornaments of clothing between all levels. Magic does not equal combat power, and Rogge has known this for a long time. Since I am a rookie mage, it makes no sense that those ** masters don't know, this level of identification, there is and there is not much difference. However, the mages who go to the grade appraisal every year are still like carp crossing the river, and there is an endless stream. The appraisal fee is not cheap, and with this income alone, the Wizards' Guild is as rich as the country. Of course, as an outstanding representative of intelligent people, the services provided by the Wizards' Guild are not of ordinary standard. The style of this high-level magician's magic robe is all carefully designed by a true master, and there are styles in various places. The style is simple and elegant, it belongs to the classic design that will not go out of style, and there are master tailors who specialize in tailoring, which is not comparable to the mainland goods in the ready-to-wear auxiliary. It is that every high-level magician (generally referring to a magician above level 12) stands up, and they all appear personable, elegant and wise.

Rogge's eyes suddenly lit up, yes, a man can't have no status, and if he has status, he must show it. The words "Hammer of the God of War" should become a symbol of status. In the future, low-priced things will not be sold, and the real big customers will not want to use the same things as the common people. As for those rich merchants, you can't ignore them, as long as you increase the price by a few percent, some fine products that were originally only sold to nobles, as long as you don't commit taboos, you can also take them home. This Feis, who makes magic tools, especially armor, is indeed a generation of grandmasters, but his taste is a little worse. Besides, how many things can he make in a month on his own?Now the booty of the adventurers purchased by the Hammer of the God of War has already piled up, and it must be turned into gold coins as soon as possible. It seems that the time has come to hire a few more master craftsmen. There must be a master of the arts, should we find a master of etiquette? It seems that it is necessary to consult with Franco.

In the blink of an eye, Rogge walked into his small courtyard through the snow. The house is not large, with a small two-story building with a courtyard of about 500 square meters. There are seven rooms in the small building, four upstairs and three downstairs, including the living room. Compared to Rogge's building in Falburg, this small building is also limited in size, but the location is much better. This Binshe Avenue is the junction of the rich and the common, that is to say, it can touch the edge of the noble community.

Lille is expensive and far from the semi-border areas of Fort France. This bit of industry cost Rogge 2,000 gold coins, which really made the fat man's flesh hurt for a long time. However, it is worth the money, the original owner of the small building is also a declining aristocrat, who has spent his life in art and history, and is also very knowledgeable about garden repair. This small courtyard has been renovated to be elegant and quiet, and it is very ingenious. An ancient tree can shade most of the yard in summer, and the tree hanging in winter may also be a scene in the yard. A winding path connected the courtyard gate to the house gate. A trellis was erected in the foyer, on which dried vines were still coiled, quietly waiting for the beginning of spring. The lawn in the winter courtyard has dried up, and there are two horse-drawn carriage lights painted black scattered on it. When lit at night, the faint yellow halo makes people who return home at night feel extra warm.

Rogge walked around the courtyard and was extremely satisfied. Entering the room, Wangwang lit the fireplace, moved a fifty-year-old rocking chair, lazily simmered beside the stove, and smoked a copy of "On the Nature of Necromantic Magic" and read it.

The book was written by a great necromancer fifty years ago. As a typical example of heresy, the necromancer was unfortunately exterminated by the Holy Church, and all his possessions naturally became owned by the Church. The book was sent to Rogge by Ophorok, and he almost scared the fat man out of his stomach at the time. It's normal for a mage to summon some undead, but it's completely different to read this [***]. Right next to the Great Temple of Light, where the glory of God shines brightest, there is also the darkest place - the Inquisition. With the exception of a few days of the year, the flames at the stake of the Inquisition never stopped. Therefore, every time Rogge reads this book, he inevitably chooses to be in a place where no one is around. Now there is no servant cook in the small building, just read a book quietly.

The so-called necromancy, to put it bluntly, is actually magic that deals with spirits. In this respect, it is quite close to a lot of light magic. The undead all rely on the support of various negative energies to move, and their intelligence and instincts come from the souls simulated by mages or the souls of the living directly put in. All kinds of strange undead creatures are the result of the combination of different **, bones and various souls. The good thing about the soul of simulation is stability. After thousands of years of tempering, the spells of necromancy have been quite perfected. If the mage wants to summon a skeleton soldier, a skeleton soldier will come out. The results of using the souls of the living are very uncertain, and many times they are complete failures, and more often they will summon all kinds of inexplicable creatures. For example, if you use the soul of an evil warrior as a guide, you are likely to summon a swordwalker or a skeleton general. But once a relatively useful undead creature is formed, necromancers have a chance to learn how to simulate this state of the soul. If successful, a new necromancy is created.

Ghouls, for example, are low-level undead creatures that are created in this way. The ghoul beast is large, covered in highly poisonous pus, and is slow to move, living mainly by absorbing the dead air from the corpse. But it was far from the level of Fengyue's direct absorption of soul energy, and it could only be slowly absorbed by swallowing the corpse whole. Ghouls can spit poisonous gastric juice and have decent physical and magical defense, making them a good choice for defending key areas.

Rogge was fascinated. The author of this book even drew a picture of a ghoul beast. Rogge watched and watched, but felt bursts of black fog float out of the book, an earth-shattering roar accompanied by an indescribable stench, and a giant beast crawled out of the mist, but it was a corpse beast more than three meters tall and green and yellow staring at him.

Rogge gasped, in the face of the sudden corpse eater, he didn't bring his axe, armor, and all kinds of equipment, how to fight this battle? As soon as Rogge turned, he was about to flee, and a familiar suction force carried him up, through the black mist, and through the air.

It's that familiar gray again.

In Rogge's vain fangs and claws, threats and intimidation, Fengyue unceremoniously sucked Rogge into his body. Rogge's spiritual power was once again like water in a broken basin, gushing out. "Suck it, suck it, anyway, the mage and the pet are two sides of the same coin, and honor and disgrace are closely related. Rogge thought with a wry smile. In the past two years, Rogge has practiced diligently, and his mental power and magic power have improved a lot. Especially since the last dream, the spiritual power has improved a lot, and this time after the wind and moon are absorbed, there is still a small amount of spiritual power left.

Like a basin of ink pouring down from his head, another touch of black began to spread rapidly downward from Fengyue's head. In a "click" sound, Fengyue's whole body bones stretched, and he was more than three inches taller. The scythe, which never leaves the hand, is constantly wriggling and growing like a living creature. From time to time, a white carrion-like substance came out of it, and then quickly turned black and hard, forming a new layer of the sickle. A burst of joy clearly spread from Fengyue to Rog's mind. Rogge only has a wry smile, which book says that undead creatures also have joys, sorrows, and sorrows?

"If it's a dream, let me wake up quickly!" the fat man groaned.

A black mist emanated from Feng Yue's body, and some of the surrounding zombies slowly stood up. Only then did Rogge notice that there were more than a dozen zombies on the ground next to Fengyue, one of them was still a zombie warrior, and every wound on his body was deep and bone-seeing. Balls of death energy emanated from Fengyue's body, blasting these "dead" zombies to pieces, and carrion flew in all directions. The pale flames of the underworld ignited from the feet of Fengyue again, and quickly expanded into a ten-meter-large fire ring, and the zombies in the fire circle were quickly burned out, leaving only a sparkling substance floating in the air. These substances slowly come together to form a fingernail-sized piece. Rogge's spiritual power stretched over and touched the substance. The little thing immediately writhed, continued to expand, and finally turned into an extremely thin and extremely large film, floated over, covered Fengyue's body, and slowly dissolved into it.

Fengyue's Death Scythe also stopped growing, and at this time, the scythe was thicker and half long, more than four meters long, and its shape was hideous. From time to time, a dark red flame of lightning rushed from the tip of the knife to the hilt of the knife and shot out, melting a small pit of light smoke in the ground.

Fengyue screamed with joy, of course, silently. But Rogge listened to it with his spiritual power, and the whistling sound was like a yellow warbler out of the valley, and like a breeze caressing the harp, which was extremely pleasant. It's just that this spiritual power oscillation is really big, like a thunderbolt, shaking the Venus in front of Rogge's eyes.

The Wind Moon Scythe pointed diagonally at the sky, staring at a black mountain peak looming in the gray in the distance. Once again, Rogge sensed the ancient presence. With the improvement of his mental power, the fat man felt more and more clearly the unfathomable strength of existence. However, Fengyue was already running wildly, with all the bones and wings behind him, as if he was walking against the wind, and when he jumped up, he slid lightly over a dozen zhang away.

In the blink of an eye, it has reached the place where the last feather returned. The zombies are coming out of the soil one after another. This time it was three zombie warriors who took the lead. At the moment of the war, Rogge concentrated all his strength to condense his spiritual power, and aimed at the energy cores of the three zombie warriors to send out three spiritual shocks. These three clouds of energy suddenly lit up, like candles in the wind, and they were already on the verge of extinguishing. Fengyue's huge scythe with a purple electric fire, drawing a perfect arc, directly slashing the two zombie warriors in front of him, the third zombie warrior was weak, and the energy core was directly destroyed by Rogge, and he fell to the ground and did not move.

A stream of black qi danced wildly around the wind and moon with a soul-stirring roar, and all kinds of zombie limbs flew around.

As far as the eye can see, endless zombies are coming out of the soil, crowded, rubbing, and slowly pressing up, like a sea of zombies!

Fengyue is extremely persistent, step by step against the current, and every step forward, more than a dozen zombies will fall. Feng Yue's eyes were still staring at the black mountain peak in the sky, staring at the ancient existence on the mountain peak.

Rogge blasted out a ** spiritual oscillation with all his might. Like a violent wind, each wave of spiritual oscillations emitted dozens of energy sparks that drifted away with the wind, but more candles lit up in the darkness.

Human beings are obsessed with it mostly for the sake of hope. Fengyue is so persistent, but for what?

In this era, skeletons are also crazy.

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