Early morning.

The sun has not yet risen from the top of the mountain, and the morning dew still hangs on the tips of the leaves.

Rogge lay down on the roof with ease, chewing on a straw in his mouth. Amy lay beside him, staring at him with big eyes shining brightly.

There was a burst of shouting in the village, and seven or eight people carrying baskets and cans, under the leadership of the old village chief, went up the mountain.

"Amy. Rogge squealed lazily.

"Huh?"

"Village chief, what are they doing in the mountains so early, hunting?"

Amy laughed, knocked lightly on Rog's head, and said, "Druid hunting? ”

"Gruba, as far as he has the ability, I won't pay attention to another three or five. But he seems to like you very much. ”

Amy blushed and whispered, "I have nothing to do with him! ”

Rogge smiled: "He has the highest mana among the young druids, and you, and the most beautiful girl in the village, it's normal for him to like you." ”

Amy's face turned redder, and her voice became lower and lower: "He's the one with the highest mana, yes, but ...... Where is the prettiest ......?"

Rogge laughed and said, "Aren't you who else?" ”

Amy let out an 'ah' before she came to her senses and said, "Grandpa Jason's gone to deliver food to Master Trirenhuet." Every 10 days, I have to deliver it to Trirenhut. The adults especially loved the fruit wine we made!"

"It turned out to be Lord Trirenchet's business. It's your secret, and you shouldn't tell me. Rogge smiled. He suddenly grabbed Amy and kissed her hard.

Amy snorted, her body froze completely, and it took a while to slowly soften. She hooked Rogge's neck with her backhand and responded enthusiastically.

The two rolled on the roof, and it took a long time for them to stop. Amy's eyes were silky, and her face was flushed. She moaned under her breath and grabbed Rogge's arm, trying to pull the hand out of her robe in the hem of her robe. But the hand was extremely nimble, and kept teasing the two soft flesh on her chest, rubbing her whole body soft.

"No... Don't ......" Amy gasped rapidly, and before she could finish her sentence, her mouth was sealed by Rog again.

Rog stroked her smooth, bouncy skin hard, and one hand kept reaching down. Amy squinted and twisted her body against Rog's restless hand. But Rogli is as big as an ox, how can she resist it? Amy's snort has already broken through Rogge's last line of defense, touched her weakest place, and provoked her heart like a drum.

Rog picked up Amy, jumped off the roof, returned to the room, threw her onto the bed, and threw herself again.

Amy was as passionate as fire, but suddenly she bit Rogge on the shoulder with a heavy bite. He screamed and jumped in pain.

Amy exclaimed, she suddenly found that she was almost **, and hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover Bai Shengsheng's long legs.

Rog stroked his shoulder, which now had thin tooth marks on both sides. Originally, with Rogge's monster-like body, as long as the muscles were retracted and released, it was not difficult to snap off a few of her teeth, even if it was just a tight skin, she was completely tickling this bite. Now leaving such a row of tooth marks, naturally I don't want her to know the secrets of my body.

Amy sat up and whispered, "I'm sorry, but our female surname Druid can't ...... before the age of eighteen It can't be...", she couldn't say it, but of course Rogge understood.

"Amy, how old are you?"

Amy's head grew lower and lower, and her voice became almost mosquito-like: "I'm nine months and eleven days away...... That's eighteen years old. ”

Rogge gently took Amy into his arms and asked with a smile, "Nine more months?"

Amy nodded lightly and said, "I'm sorry......"

Rogge hugged Amy and sighed, "Probably...... I can't wait that long. “

Amy was taken aback, looked up and asked, "Why, isn't it good here?"

Rogge smiled lightly and said, "Silly boy, it's good here." It's even better to have you. But I'm in trouble, big trouble. There are a lot of people who are chasing me, and they are very strong. I've been here for a long time, and if they find it, it will bring disaster to the village. So, I have to go, understand?"

Amy grabbed Rogge's shirt tightly and said hurriedly, "It doesn't matter. You won't bring any disaster to our village. Grandpa Jason is a very experienced druid. ”

"Jason, he may not be my opponent, how can he resist those who are chasing me?

Amy said confidently, "It doesn't matter, there is Lord Trirenhut guarding our village! ”

Rogge let out an 'um' and asked, "Who the hell is Lord Trirenhuut?, ah, I forgot, I shouldn't have asked this question." ”

Amy leaned against Rogge and said softly, "How can you still be an outsider now!" Actually, Lord Trirenhuet...... A sacred and noble dragon, the Lord saved several druids hundreds of years ago, and these Druids made secret wine for them as a token of gratitude. Lord Trirenhut liked it so much that he agreed to protect the descendants of the druids in the exchange of their wine and food. It has been hundreds of years since this agreement was made. ”

Rogge's heart pounded.

A dragon! a wise dragon that has survived for at least a thousand years! a dragon that has easily torn apart nearly a hundred ogres!

It was as if Rog had seen the Holy Knights struggle with the breath of the dragon. He suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Brother Rogge, what's wrong with you?" asked Amy, a little curious.

"It's nothing, a dragon who loves to drink! Haha, come, tell me a little bit more about Lord Trirenchute. ”

"Well, okay. Take your hands out, so... I can't speak......"

Mornings are a great time for young druids to practice their martial arts. Seven or eight young people were practicing their skills with wooden sticks and hammers in the small square at the east end of the village. Rogge, accompanied by Amy, also came here to 'instruct' the druids in their combat skills. The druids have always been magic-oriented, and in hand-to-hand combat, they rely on transfiguration to transform into various creatures to fight, and they will attract countless fierce creatures in the wild to help them fight, so their own combat skills are not particularly important.

This tribe of druids has been closed for too long, and the martial arts they practice are really not very good. Even a pseudo-knight like Rogge dares to give advice.

Rogge first went off the field with a gun, and he still vaguely remembered a few of Ophilok's marksmanship. The fat man filled his body with a milky white light that seemed to be a fighting spirit and was actually produced by lighting magic, and even a faint light appeared on the war spear. He then used his mental power to pull the spear, and when a war spear was used, it was really unpredictable and unpredictable.

When the gun was fired, it was to the east, and the gun was due south, and it was obviously a sweep of the shot, but somehow it turned into a head-on smash. In a few moves, Rogge killed five or six young people on the field. He laughed, put away his gun and stood up, and looked at Amy's eyes shining, and his little face was flushed, with indescribable pride.

Rogge casually pointed out to everyone, in fact, it was nothing more than some popular martial arts knowledge in the public [***] team. He talked more about practical skills. It was also this small village that had been closed for so long that Rogge's crude knowledge was regarded as a treasure. He, a half-level magician, would be able to instruct others in martial arts one day, which the fat man himself really didn't expect.

After some random explanations, Rogge talked about the important surname of the equipment. This is his old business, and his analysis is concise and concise, supplemented by countless examples to support it. The young druids looked at the leather armor on their bodies, and at the wooden staff and wolf fangs in their hands, they were simply ashamed.

Finally, Rogge cleared his throat and coughed. Amy immediately walked into the arena with a small backpack.

The backpack was opened, and inside were more than a dozen pieces of small and lightweight magical equipment such as bracers, shin guards, and magic boots. These were all ripped off by Rogge from the dead Holy Knights, Enforcers, and Jungle Rangers. Even in the principality, it can be regarded as a fine product, let alone this isolated small village? Where have these druids seen so many and such good magical equipment except for big trees and big trees all day long?

"This, these are ......," a bold expectation asked.

"These pieces of equipment were given to you by Brother Rogge. Amy said precipitously.

The young druids cheered and came up to pick their favorite equipment. In this small village, the concept of wealth is very indifferent, and everyone communicates with each other when they need it. So although Rogge's handwriting is not small, everyone will not be too surprised. But the people in the small village are very simple and do not hide the longing and joy in their hearts.

Looking at such a group of energetic young people, Rogge's heart moved, and he was a little unbearable. He gently placed his hand on his chest, stroking the dark crystal through his clothes. The crystal was warm and moist, and there would always be a trace of warmth flowing into his chest. Rogge smiled and swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

The next day, early in the morning.

There was just a faint light in the sky, and there was silence in the mountains.

Rogge sat on a boulder at the top of the mountain, quietly looking out at the small village in the valley.

His spiritual power spread out little by little, and the magic fluctuations in his body beat again. The fluctuation seemed to resonate with his heart, and it fell to the ground and became stronger and stronger. Rogge almost couldn't help but use his mental power to seal this magic fluctuation again.

Those who can achieve great things will not be informal.

Rogge repeated the words in his mind, and beads of sweat broke out of his forehead. Amy's sweet smile and the simple faces of the young people will always appear in front of his eyes.

A light breeze blew.

"You say, I'm doing this, is it right or not?" said Rogge, as if talking to himself.

There was a wave of confusion behind him.

"I forgot, I don't think I should have asked you this. How do you understand?" Rogge smiled wryly.

The light mist behind him lifted, and the wind and moon stood quietly on the boulder. With a flick of her right hand, the tiny piece of dark crystal jumped out of Rog's clothes on its own, floating silently in front of his eyes.

Rogge sighed lightly and said, "I understand. ”

"On the mountain over there, I felt the breath of a dragon. It doesn't seem to be very powerful, at least compared to our Demon Dragon Clan, it's a little too weak. Gregory also jumped out of the fog, praising his merits.

Last time, it had a meritorious role in protecting the master, at least in terms of very good attitude, so it was rewarded by Fengyue. The newly repaired body is now significantly stronger than before. A faint mist swirled around its sternum, and it seemed that it would not be long before its ribcage would take shape.

Rogge groaned for a moment and replied, "It's time for us to go to Dragon Peak to see the terrain." I hope I don't alarm the dragon. It would be great if we could lead the pursuers of the church directly to the dragon. ”

Three figures slowly disappeared into the morning mist.

By noon, Rogge had quietly returned to the village, and he dragged Cooper, who was still a little unable to move, and went to the house of the village chief, Jason, to eat.

Due to a shared love of nature, the druids and elves are often inextricably linked. Druids are also one of the very few humans who can be trusted by the elves. In fact, the elves, whether they are dark night elves or grassland and forest elves, are all handsome men and women, and they are so beautiful that they are close to demons. Because of this, any elven slave is a sky-high price in the human world. Owning an elf slave is often a sign of a truly wealthy family.

The long life of the elves is both an advantage and the source of their tragic fate. An elven slave often has to serve several generations in a family before he shows old age and is resold. In order to stop the elven slave trade, the elven tribes on the continent once carried out a great alliance and started a war with the human dynasties. But unlike the fate of the Dwarven Empire hundreds of years later, the war that lasted for more than a decade ended in a crushing defeat for the elves.

The elves believe in mythology too much. The god of their hope, the great spirit of war, Shiloh, never appeared on the battlefield, and they were so proud that they left the familiar forests and mountains to face off against the heavy cavalry of the humans on the plains. In the end, it was their cleanliness that ruined the last hope of the elves. Jungle lakes on one side and mud wasteland on the other. The human commander easily judged the direction of the elven rout's escape, and wiped out the remnants of the elven army.

After this battle, the elves were deeply hidden in the deep mountains and plains that humans could not set foot in, and began a long period of recuperation.

In this sprawling central mountain range, Rogue will almost certainly have elves. Just trying to find them, he knew it was pure delusion. This time, the pursuers of the church faction even had a secret mission about the elves, which made Rog's heart active again. If what is contained in the book is true, then the beauty, longevity, archery skills, and magic of the elves are of great use! Naturally, the number of human beings who have always been able to make the elves willing to use them is extremely rare, and if you don't count the famous druids in history, Rogge really doesn't know who has ever used the elves.

But even if you can't use it, it's always okay to plunder, right? The battle of the dwarven kingdom fully gave Rogge a taste of the swiftness of getting rich through banditry.

The first fortune is often bloody.

But as long as he can get rich, Rog doesn't care how much blood is stained on the gold. Unless the blood affects his future income. In terms of making a fortune, the fat man is a rare far-sighted person, he looks at at least ten years, and how to maximize the accumulation of wealth in about ten years is his goal.

If he wants to fight against the unimaginably large number of hidden forces, Rogge needs an incomparably large number of resources: people, things, and territory. These things often come down to a money word. Although money does not guarantee that Rogge will get everything, without money, the church can chase Rogge away thousands of miles by sending dozens of knights at will.

Money is not everything, but no money is everything.

Under Rogge's deliberate actions, this meal was enjoyed by the guests and hosts. Old Jason hadn't been drunk at noon in years, but this time he was so red that his tongue was wide.

"Elf?aha, I know...... When I was younger, uh! There were several elven tribes nearby! Actually, this mountain forest used to be the territory of an elven tribe. But then, the tribe gradually went deep into the mountains...... In the beginning, I met an elf occasionally, and maybe I knew them. In the last ten years, I haven't seen a single elf. These cowards!"

Rogge, who looked drunk, asked, "You, why are you called ...... Call them cowards?"

"I heard that a great prophecy tablet was suddenly dug up in the holy land of the elves. Don't ask me where the elven holy place is, those cowards will never let people know where their holy place is. The prophecy tablet said, "Well, in a year of calamity, don't ask me what a year of calamity, those cowards will pretend to be ghosts!" Anyway, when the elves are in trouble, their god will send his messenger to save the elves. Hey, Brother Rogge, you said that in the great battle between the elves and the humans, that bullshit Shiloh didn't show miracles, is it ...... What kind of messenger can be sent this time! It's better than our druid's tree of life and the god of nature! At least the four great druids can communicate with our god at any time! For the sake of breaking the prophecy, the elves gradually migrated to the mountains. You say, "It's not a coward!"

Jason's wife tapped him on the head, "You dead old man! Every time you get drunk, you talk about elves!

"Hey, old woman, you know...... I have nothing to do with the elves! don't hit it so hard, you'll forget my Transfiguration spell if you hit it again!"

Amy and Cooper looked at each other, apparently accustomed to seeing this scene for a long time.

Rogge memorized Jason's words, and maybe he might be able to use them in the future. The magic mark in his body was beating back and forth, and far away, Rogge could already feel a homologous magic wave resonating with the magic marker. Looking at the carefree druids, Rogge sighed softly in his heart.

Karajan and Chrisma marched unhurriedly with their pursuers. A few days ago, Rogge's trail suddenly disappeared completely, and a few days later he appeared in the other direction, hundreds of kilometers away! Hundreds of kilometers, in the central mountain range, it would take days.

Chrisma adjusted her direction. He already had experience and was not too eager to catch up with Rogge. Rogge's insidious cunning has been proven by facts. So Chrisma began to see Rogge as a real opponent to be taken seriously. Along the way, both he and Karajan had discovered the strangeness of the forest. It was as if the whole forest had woken up and was watching them silently.

The crowd marched silently through the forest. Chrisma and Karayang glanced at each other. Suddenly, his sword came out of its sheath and stabbed into a nearby tree, which let out a terrible cry and slowly withered under the heat of the light. The forest suddenly shook, Karayang's figure flashed in the woods like a cloud, and the long sword cut dozens of trees into two pieces, and green sap flowed from the broken parts of the trees.

A light mage chanted a spell aloud, and a white circle of light spread out of his body. Some of the trees, birds, and animals in the forest began to glow with a faint yellow glow. The enforcers had swooped into the forest, and they had chopped every thing that emitted a yellow halo, whatever it was, into pieces.

The forest is dead and silent. The wild and ignorant birds and beasts have escaped so that they can hide from the messengers of death.

It was nearly dusk.

"Uncle Jason!" A loud cry not only disturbed the peace of the village, but also woke up the drunken old Jason. He went out in his clothes, and his steps were still a little vain. A young druid ran up to him with a sweaty face on his face, and gasped, "Uncle Jason! But we waited at the junction for a long time and didn't see any sign of Gruba! And I smell death in the forest!"

Jason immediately came to his senses. He hurriedly said, "Take me to the entrance of the village to have a look!"

The forest outside the village was dead silent. Jason led the young druids of the village to stand at the entrance of the village, looking uneasily at the forest.

The long grass parted to the sides, and a knight leaped out. One knight after another came out of the forest and formed a neat line in front of the village.

Jason's face was ugly, and he whispered to a young man beside him, "Go and tell the people of the village to take refuge in Master Trirenhut." Also, inform Rogge and let him hide in Dragon Peak as well. The young man took the order and trotted all the way.

Karayang stepped forward and asked aloud, "We are the enforcers of the Holy Church of Light! Under the guidance of the High God, we are hunting down a sinner who has blasphemed the gods! We don't want to disturb your life, we just want to get some news about this sinner and a place to stay overnight!"

Jason stepped forward and replied, "I am the head of this village. We have been isolated for hundreds of years, and you are the only ones who have been here for hundreds of years. The sinner you are talking about, we don't have any news about him. As for a one-night stay, it was no problem, and although we druids were not wealthy, we were always generous to our friends. ”

"Friend...... Hehe. Karajan chuckled under his breath.

"Wait!" Chrisma's whip suddenly swung out and slashed at Jason's face. Jason subconsciously flashed, and the long whip suddenly turned a flexible turn, sweeping a young druid beside Jason over.

Chrisma grabbed the young druid's wrist, held it high, and shouted, "What is this, old man, how do you explain the origin of this thing?"

The young man wore a delicate magical bracer on his wrist. As soon as Chrisma signaled, the two enforcers next to him stood up and raised their arms high, their bracers were exactly the same as those worn by the young man! The only difference was that the bracers of the enforcers were engraved with a sterling silver cross, while the same position on the bracers of the young man was a sword scratch.

"Old man, this bracer is the standard bracer that the enforcers have equipped. Coincidentally, we just lost a few enforcers the other day, and we didn't even find their bodies afterwards. You are a wise man, and if you don't want all the people in this village to bury that blasphemous sinner, you'd better tell us honestly where he is. ”

Karayang said coldly: "What are you talking about with him! Catch them all first, I don't believe that everyone's bones are so hard! Someone will definitely find out the whereabouts of that fat man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow flew out behind him, hitting old Jason's shoulder. Wisps of yellow smoke came out of the middle arrow, making a ziz sound, obviously a very powerful strong acid magic arrow! Jason fell on the spot, he only felt that the magic power in his whole body was rapidly draining. The druids who were suddenly attacked roared angrily and began to transform one after another, and for a while, all kinds of strange and huge creatures filled the entrance of the village.

A giant wolf howled and pounced on Chrisma. Chrisma smiled, and with a flash of lightning in her hand, the giant wolf was already separated from its head and body!

Jason shuddered, being carried by a giant ape transformed by a druid, and quickly retreated towards the village. He shouted as hard as he could: "Don't attack them, hurry, retreat to Dragon Peak!

Karayang took out the Heavenly Realm Falun and looked at it for a while, pointed at Long Feng, and said slowly: "Rogge, he is in this direction, within twenty kilometers! This time, I want to see where you can run! Come on, arrest all the people, and if anyone dares to resist, correct the Fa on the spot!"

Karayang pointed his sword, and the knights behind him rushed out. The rumbling sound of hooves shattered the centuries-old tranquility of the village.

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