Fierce battles are raging.

Ofirok still has more strength in the thousands of troops, and there is indescribable elegance in his gestures. The golden spear swung at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and the shadows of the spears were like clusters of golden flames, constantly floating towards the surrounding ice and snow silver fox cavalry. It's a pity that the Ice and Snow Silver Fox Cavalry can't appreciate this beauty.

Behind the golden lion were a hundred golden knights, who rolled like a golden wave in a silver ice field. Wherever the golden waves went, the formation of the Ice and Snow Silver Fox was easily divided. The rest of the Golden Knights were in small teams of ten people and three squads. The front squad continued to divide the enemy, cutting out a dozen more cavalry from the already chaotic enemy formation, and encircling the two squads that followed, completely annihilating these knights of the Ice and Silver Fox in a moment. Then divide again, encircle and annihilate, and be in order.

In a golden wave, Rogge and the others looked very eye-catching, like a piece of colorful garbage floating in a clear spring. Not to mention that the dragon and the beauty mercenaries are dressed differently, with different colors and scattered formations, the combat effectiveness alone is quite eye-catching.

Regardless of the terrifying strength of the Twelve Round Table Knights approaching the Paladins and the superior combat effectiveness of the Golden Lion Knights, even the Ice and Snow Silver Fox Knights are also considered to be very powerful, and in the face of a strong enemy at this moment, although they are not chaotic, their perseverance and tenacious chivalry are commendable. Without the existence of Rogge and others, this battle can also be regarded as a classic example of knightly warfare.

Dragons and Beauty, on the other hand, are different. Dozens of timid regiments surrounded the wounded and hid far away from the battlefield.

There were about fifty cavalry following Rogge, and as long as they saw the opportunity, surrounding five or six Ice and Snow Silver Fox Knights would be a fierce killing. Everyone rushed up, everyone was brave and incoherent, so that the spear rushed forward, the sword was behind, all kinds of weapons split the head and cover the face, and greeted the people and horses together, it was really a real melee. There was also a swordsman who was originally born, and he didn't make a cameo appearance as a cavalryman until today, and he was killed, and he pounced on the other horseman's knight from his horse, and the two rolled to the ground.

Rogge commanded and had the demeanor of a general, and was not ashamed of his hooligan style at all. In a chaotic battlefield, the fat man can always lead the team to find a small group of lone snow fox cavalry, to fight more and less, but not to be hit by the large group of enemy soldiers, it can really be regarded as a generation of military geniuses with vicious eyes, full of strategy, calm and resolute. This battle later became one of Rogge's drunken boasts, and although the listeners disagreed, they had no words to refute it.

Rogge became more and more courageous, leading his team to keep rushing and killing. The fat man got a machine crossbow out of nowhere, and when he encountered the snow fox cavalry, he raised the crossbow and shot it, and within ten meters, almost every hundred shots were fired, of course, it was a horse. Even if he misses evenly, Fengyue followed the sickle and slashed it and cut off the horse's legs. After the Ice and Snow Silver Fox Knight fell off his horse, the mercenaries with their own dragons and beauties rushed to serve them, and they were invincible with one enemy out of ten.

Although the wind fox mage Ery is a little disrespectful to the old, he is strong, but it is a pity that he met the female demon Elesis. Out of jealousy of this beautiful woman, Erey set his sights on the witch of ice and black flame as soon as the battle began, and several tornadoes were sent out one after another with a wave of his hand, summoning two storm giants more than five meters tall and formed by a cyan hurricane. What Elesis sent out was a black ball of flames, but there were a little more numerous, and more than twenty black flames flew towards Eree along various trajectories. The black flames in front of them collided with the tornado sent by Erey, and immediately exploded violently, and the hurricane mixed with the flames formed a terrifying shock wave, which spread with a boom, and people turned on their backs everywhere they went, and the smoke and dust filled the air.

The smoke and dust in front of him dissipated slightly, and Ery was horrified to find that more than a dozen black flame balls were already in front of him, and in a hurry, he quickly flipped off the horse's back, and ate a dog on the ground to eat mud, and finally escaped. But I can hide from the first year of junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth. The black flame exploded around the Wind Fox Mage, and a microscopic mushroom cloud rose, covering a radius of tens of meters. Waves of flames passed by, leaving charred corpses in their wake. The Wind Fox Mage wasn't dead, but he was unconscious, alone in the middle of a scorched earth, with his staff in his hand. There was originally a white cloth on the top of the staff, but at this moment only wisps of ash remained.

With the fall of the Silver Fox Knight, the battle soon came to an end. As for the trivial tasks such as counting the dead and wounded, cleaning the battlefield, and managing prisoners of war, they had their own subordinates to deal with. Opirok rode up to the top of the mound with Elesis, scanning the battlefield and waiting for a report from his subordinates. The ice and snow silver fox cavalry of the brigade was disarmed and escorted into a concentration in despair. A knight of the round table looked at the captives and said, "This time, the Ice and Snow Silver Fox and the Four Divine Foxes have all been wiped out, and the cavalry troops have been wiped out by us, and they have become a second-rate mercenary group, and they can no longer pose a threat to the principality." ”

Offirok smiled and shook his head, "Don't forget that we just caught a few little foxes. There is also an old fox, not to mention that he still has 8,000 mercenaries on hand, even if he does not have a single soldier, he can't be underestimated. ”

At this time, there was a commotion under the hill, but it was Rogge's colorful troops who came back from work, and a long rope behind the horse team was tied to more than thirty silver fox cavalrymen, all of whom had blue noses and swollen faces. The mercenaries of the dragon and the beauty also had some minor injuries, but there were few sword wounds, and most of them were bruised, and as for the large dried blood stains on their bodies, they were also obtained from the previous battle and had nothing to do with this battle.

Rog's left eye was high and swollen, the corners of Kate's mouth were cracked, and only Franco was unscarred and triumphant, pointing at the two of them all the way, sneering at them.

"Rogge, as a magician, I don't see you putting a spell, how can you always rely on brute force to punch and axe. I've never seen a magician who loves hand-to-hand combat like this. If it weren't for the skeleton Fengyue, I think you would have been cut into meat slices long ago. Now that I'm using a machine crossbow, it's really like shooting people and horses first. But why are these eyes blue, they can't have hit their own horse's head. Alas, look at the magician, that is, the chick who is so hot next to Ophilok that he is flying. ”

Rogge was extremely unconvinced: "Isn't it magic to summon Fengyue?"

Franco retorted mercilessly: "It's magic, yes." But have you ever been able to beat Fengyue now? Have you ever seen a magician who can't beat his own pet? And your skeleton is indeed strange, I haven't heard of a skeleton using a scythe, let alone a swing that will take off and kick people. Such a vicious skeleton can only be summoned by you. ”

Kate saw Franco turn his head and stare at herself, and immediately preemptively attacked: "I know, after people fall to the ground, I will go up and beat them again, which is not in line with the knighthood." But what about you, hiding behind your back and stabbing people's thighs isn't necessarily an aristocratic practice, right?"

Franco looked unashamed: "I don't prick the flesh, do I still pick the armor to tie it, when I drink too much brandy?"

Seeing that they were approaching the top of the hill, they stopped sarcastically arguing with each other, and straightened their chests and belly, looking like gentlemen. For a while, that humble and polite, gentle appearance can deceive a few people. Kate's face is solemn and full of sacredness, and Franco's handsome and graceful black hair exudes the temperament of an artist. Even Rogge's fat face seemed to be covered with a layer of treasure.

It's a pity that everyone on the top of the hill is very strong, and everyone has profound skills, and they have already listened to the conversations of several people word for word.

Ophorok was smiling, and the Knights of the Twelve Tables had strange expressions. Elesis was expressionless, but the black flames around her rose more than a foot high, and countless distorted faces appeared and disappeared in the flames of hell.

After the waves, there is always a brief lull. The Silver Fox reacted to the defeat, and the Duchy of Bavaria made no statement or took any further action, as if the war had not existed. Politics is always puzzling.

The battle between the Golden Lion and the Ice and Snow Silver Fox soon spread throughout the continent and became known as the Battle of the Lion and Fox. The Golden Lion Knights defeated three times as many enemies with 500 men, and only 50 were killed or wounded. Within one day, the four divine foxes were either killed or captured, and all of them were destroyed. A total of 700 people were killed and 800 were captured, and only more than 300 remnants fled back to the Duchy of Ron. After this battle, the reputation of the Golden Lion Knights has skyrocketed, and it is faintly among the top ten knights in the mainland, and Opirok is considered to be the most promising person to become a paladin among the young generation in the mainland.

However, no matter how turbulent the waves are, there will be all kinds of bubbles, and where there is light, there will be darkness. After this battle, the name of another mercenary group gradually came into people's field of vision.

The "Dragon and Beauty" mercenary group is officially known to the world, and the main reason is that it killed the snow fox "butcher" Hart. They were also active in the battle of the lion and fox, but the specific deeds and merits were not known due to the concealment of those who had a heart. There are various versions of rumors in the neighborhood, and the speaker doesn't take it seriously, and the listener doesn't care, after all, compared to the protagonists of the Lion and Fox War, the Dragon and Beauty Mercenary Group only plays the role of a green leaf and a clown.

Even the smallest green leaves need sunlight and nutrients. The nutrients of a plant will naturally give priority to the most dazzling flowers, and the only way to grow and flourish is to plunder the roots, to the deep soil.

After the war, Rogge and others got their wish and were given the title of Cyrusburg. This entitlement was originally only a gain of honor, but for people such as Rogge and Etter who may not have a territorial inheritance, it is equivalent to increasing their value. And Lens, Franco, and Kate don't care.

With two towns and fourteen villages and a population of less than 5,000, the territory of Salesburg was originally the domain of a declining aristocracy that died of illness thirty years ago, and has since been owned by the Duchy of Bavaria under the laws of the League. Before it was occupied by the snow fox, the annual tax payment of this poor land was only a few dozen gold coins, which was not enough to cover the living expenses of an ordinary nobleman's child for a year. As a result, soon this little castle became a forgotten corner and gradually abandoned.

But the discovery of that iron concentrate will change all that.

Iron ore is still iron ore in essence, but the grade is much higher, and high-quality steel can be directly smelted. Ordinary iron ore can only be produced first, and then into steel, and the quality of the steel is often not too good, and it still needs to be tempered by blacksmiths to remove impurities and refine steel. After these many processes, although the price of iron ore is often more than ten times that of ordinary iron ore, the price of high-quality weapons is even cheaper.

These nobles are a little scum, but they are by no means losers, on the contrary, they all have a natural sensitivity to wealth. It's no wonder that things gather like and people are grouped. Except for Franco, all of them have had little pocket money since they were children, but because they are nobles, they are used to luxury. The huge gulf between greed and the gold in your pocket can only be bridged by the mind. The so-called everywhere is knowledge, and after more than ten years, the aristocratic scum have also learned a lot of ways to make money by hearsay.

At this moment, several aristocratic scum were crowded in the low, damp pit, watching the coolies dig the mines.

A few coolies supported the iron drill, and another coolie swung the hammer on the ground and landed heavily on the iron drill, making a loud "clang" sound. After a few hammers, some of the ore fell with a clatter, and the waiting coolies put the ore into cloth bags and transported it out of the pit. Watching the shiny black ore fall one by one, Rogge couldn't help but feel overjoyed. "Whoa!" A piece of raw ore fell out of the coolie's bag and rolled to Rogge's feet, and a five-year-old and three-thick overseer raised the whip in his hand and shouted angrily: "Damn, dare to be lazy for me! If I don't kill you today, I'll turn the necromancer into a skeleton!"

This can be a taboo for Rogge, and Fengyue is also inexplicably angry in the other world. The fat man shouted, "Stop!"

Overseer Yang's arm in mid-air immediately stopped, and hurriedly ran over and nodded, "What do you command?" Rogge glanced at the coolies shivering on the ground. This coolie looked to be in his forties, skinny, and didn't look much plumper than Fengyue. The face is wrinkled, and each wrinkle is filled with black mineral powder. A pair of glazed, cloudy eyes were filled with fear. The coolie wore only a linen shirt of no discernible color, and several deep whip marks could be clearly seen on his exposed skin. Rogge was noncommittal and waved his hand. The coolie was grateful for the ore and walked out of the cave.

Rogge leaned over and picked up the piece of raw ore, gently twisting it with his fingers, as if caressing the snow-white skin of his beloved, and the fat face was so gentle and holy in an instant, the overseer on the side was dumbfounded.

The hammer fell heavily on the iron drill, and the hands of an old coolie shook the hammer, the rubble splattered, and a wisp of blood flowed down the tiger's mouth. The old coolie glanced at the overseer, gritted his teeth, and gritted his grip on the hammer, and the hammer fell, causing his face to twitch in great pain. The old coolie squinted, waiting for the hammer to fall again, but he didn't wait. He opened his eyes strangely and saw a snow-white cotton cloth in front of him. The old coolie looked up and saw Rogge's gentle fat face. "Let's pad it. The fat man said softly. The old coolie hesitated for a long time before taking the piece of cotton cloth with trembling hands, and the blood quickly stained it with a few snow-red plum blossoms.

Rogge turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, and he said sharply to the overseer beside him, "There is no absolute necessity in the future, don't whip these coolies again!" After a pause, Rogge looked the overseer up and down again, and saw that his cold hair stood on end, "This, this, the lord won't take a fancy to me, what should I do?What should I do?" The overseer gritted his teeth, "Fight, the future is important, as long as your eyes are closed......" Rogge stared at the overseer who was gritting his teeth a little strangely, and threw down a sentence in an expert tone: " You're a little bit bad for a necromancer's skeleton. ”

When several nobles came out of the pit, the sun was already approaching the western mountains, and they had been in the pit for most of the day before they knew it. This iron ore is so important that several nobles must bow down to each and every process, and carefully observe each process, and the darkness, dampness, noise, and unpleasant smell cannot be compared with the temptation of wealth. In the eyes of several aristocratic scum, the pitch-black raw ore was emitting a golden glow.

Several aristocratic scum were very strange about Rogge's performance today, and Franco directly and viciously suspected that Rogge had injured his head in battle. The fat man smiled silently, and the voice of old wisdom turned over and over in his head: "Be kind to everyone who creates wealth for you." "Old fellow, I still have something useful left. The fat man thought viciously.

In the legends of the mainland, there is a strong man named Deklerk, whose qualifications are mediocre since he was a child, but with extraordinary perseverance, he has been practicing hard work in the mountains for 80 years, and finally became one of the few sword saints in the mainland at the age of 95. Three years later, on his deathbed, De Klerk said to several disciples: "In my life, there is nothing but a sword. ”

The aristocratic scum's paranoia about wealth and Deklerk's superiority are the same, but the essence is still the same. Since dealing with the refined iron ore, elegance, art, temperament, and taste have all flown to the Nine Heavens Cloud, and the scum has been fighting with the coolies for a few days, and every link must be carefully observed. When it was said that the West Mountain was falling, several people gathered in the small dining room, and barbecue, bread and inferior red wine were a meal. In the middle of the moon and the sky, the snoring sound of thunder came and went.

This is a time of paranoia.

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