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In the vast central mountain range, a large thick cloud of snow pressed tightly against a group of zigzag peaks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The cold wind howls at the summit of the mountain, wrapped in goose-feather snowflakes, whistling back and forth between the mountains and forests. The snow in the valley was waist-deep, and there was no movement except for the occasional mountain wind shaking the remaining snow off the canopy.

The snow on the summit suddenly crumbled into a fist-sized corner, revealing the swarthy rocks below. A large, strong hand reached up and grabbed the rock. This hand had been exposed to the cold wind for a long time, and its gray skin was covered with dark purple spots, and the cracks were long gone, and it looked like a small white mouth with an open mouth.

With a slight exertion of this hand, a sturdy figure climbed to the peak. The man's face was grim, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He looked around, and the summit seemed to be facing the mountain wind, with only a thin layer of snow, and he could see that the terrain was quite flat. Behind the peak is a gentle slope that leads to a winding and narrow valley.

This man was wearing the military uniform of the Duchy of Are. He observed the situation, and with another wave of his hand, the warriors of the Duchy of Arei climbed to the top one by one. This group of soldiers, both old and young, almost all of them were wounded, and their uniforms were in tatters, as if they had been crawling and rolling in the rocky mountains for dozens of days without repair.

They had indeed been running around in the mountains for dozens of days, or rather, on the run for dozens of days.

The man at the head was none other than Durin, who was ordered by Rog to lead 20,000 Arley recruits into the Central Mountains to encircle and suppress the orcs. After a month of day and night, the army finally reached the edge of the orc's area. How to deal with orcs, Durin has long been experienced. He swept away several orc tribes in quick succession, and then cautiously approached the place where he had last encountered a well-armed orc warrior.

However, when he marched straight forward and met the orc army in a large basin, looking at the dense orc warriors with clear banners and complete arms, Durin was shocked to find that what he was facing was not at all a powerful orc tribe as expected.

It's a powerful orc empire!

What followed was an endless battle of brutality.

Tragic encounters, tragic blockades, tragic breaks, tragic escapes, tragic counterattacks, and seemingly endless escapes.

The physical strength and stamina of the orcs were on full display in the mountains, and for the past few dozen days, the roar of the beast echoed in Durin's ears. He didn't know how many orcs had fallen to his sword, or how many robes had been torn apart by fangs and claws.

Durin had no time to calculate how long they had been on the run, the sun and moon were only signposts to guide the way, and at night when there were no stars, they had to rely on their faith in the gods to discern their direction.

Long escapes and brief restless rests make up the entirety of life in these days, and day and night have no meaning. Durin unleashed all his wits, leading his warriors to maintain maximum physical strength with the most limited food, finding directions in bad weather and complex terrain, and leaving some of his men behind when he encountered the right terrain.

These broken warriors never returned.

However, after struggling on the brink of life and death for dozens of days, the surviving fighters were all strong-willed elites, and every time Durin designated a broken army, the designated fighters would silently obey and go to the predetermined sniper location.

Durin only felt that every syllable he spit out when he issued the order carried a strong smell of blood!

"Lord Doolin, which way should we go?" asked his adjutant. The eyes of all the warriors also fell on him.

Durin looked ahead, and the Lord God blessed them, and although they had taken detours these days, they did not deviate from the path back to their homeland in the end. Straight along the ridge leads back to the territory of the Duchy of Are, and down the valley leads to the depths of the vast central mountain range. In this season of heavy snowfall, everyone knows what it means to test their strength with orcs in the mountains.

Durin looked back again, and on the hill in the distance, there were already those terrifying figures that used to only appear in nightmares. And behind that hill, how many orcs are roaring and chasing?

50,000? or 100,000?

Durin looked at his subordinates again, and now there were less than two thousand warriors still following him. Almost every fallen warrior dragged an orc who was much stronger than himself on his way. You know, these are just new recruits who have just enlisted in the army!

What can he do? Can he bring these thousands of orcs back to the Duchy of Are? The main force of the Duchy has long been transferred to the southeast front of the empire, and the army left in the country at this moment is no more than 30,000 people, and they can't stop this group of bloodthirsty and barbaric orcs at all!

Du Lin took a deep breath, pointed to the adjutant, and said in a deep voice: "You, take fifty people, follow this road back to the Duchy of Are, and be sure to report the situation of the orcs to Lord Rogge." The rest of the people...... Follow me to the valley!"

The adjutant was stunned, and was about to say something, but Du Lin drank back: "Mother-in-law, what! Live! Go back! Do this, you will be worthy of me, worthy of the brothers who died in battle!"

The adjutant gritted his teeth, suddenly stepped forward and took off Durin's sword, carefully tied it behind his back, and then led the warriors to sneak quickly along the ridge in the direction of the principality.

Durin braved the cold wind and took one last glance in the direction of the Duchy of Are.

There, there were his enemies of life and death, his only sister, and the families of his warriors.

Durin suddenly turned around and led his warriors down the hill and into the valley.

He never looked back.

Bauhinia Butterfly, who was leaning over the large desk to study the military map, suddenly shook his hand and swept a heavy volume from the edge of the desk, bringing down a large pile of documents as the volume flipped over, and scattered all kinds of papers on the ground.

"What's wrong?" Etter, who was sitting on the sidelines wiping his sword, jumped up and ran to hold her.

Bauhinia Butterfly pushed away Aite's hand, supported himself with both hands on the table, and said slightly weakly, "I...... It's okay. ”

It's just that her face is pale, and cold sweat is already covered on her forehead.

It has been three days since Rogge woke up, and for three days he did not say or move, did not eat or drink, and sat alone in front of the window, just watching the moon rise and the wind and snow drifting.

What he saw and heard in his life, the martial arts and magic of the strong, and the spells and miscellaneous arts that he learned and learned, all flowed from the bottom of his heart one by one.

Among them are the notes of various magic texts that he has stolen, as well as the guidance of powerful beings such as Opirok and others. The mysterious and powerful dark magic of the Demon Royals in the black crystal of Elesis, the vast knowledge of death magic stolen from Elgra's memories, the various battle scenes of the wind and the moon, the miraculous abilities displayed by the mysterious Achilles, and even the holy scriptures of the Church of Light that are widely praised by the world, all flowed through Rog's heart.

For a while, he only felt that his heart was in turmoil.

In the end, all that Rogge had left behind was an explanation of the most basic principles of magic that Rodriguez had left behind, and a few feet on his belly by the mysterious servant Serafi.

Through Rodriguez's memories, Rogge saw the most fundamental magical power hidden behind all magic. And Serafi's few kicks show the skill of using even the weakest strength and using it to the peak!

In fact, these knowledge and insights have long existed in Rogge's memory, but he has been busy with intrigue and struggle, and has not had the opportunity to think about it in detail. What's more, at that time, he was immersed in the magic enhancement brought about by the Otherworldly Curse Purgatory, and there were enough powerful magic in the formal magic system, he didn't think about spending time and effort to open up a new way of magic.

All Rogge did was enhance his ability to perform instantaneous and silent magic, and to enhance the power of his existing magic. These are all simple and easy ways to increase strength, and when combined with his powerful magic control, they complement each other perfectly.

In fact, even if he thought about it at the time, he couldn't figure it out.

Rogge felt the slowly growing magic in his body, and his heart suddenly flashed like lightning, and he stood up suddenly!

A breeze suddenly blew through the room, and Wella appeared in front of Rog. Dressed in a demon lotus and holding a death scythe, she stared at Rogge for a long time, then nodded:

"Looks like you've finally learned something, okay, I'll show you how to fight. Don't be afraid, I'll only use a level 3 Dou Qi at most. ”

She swung away the Demon Lotus, threw the Death Scythe into the void, and began to slowly clench her fists.

Rogge stared at Wella and asked, "Didn't you use a war spear last time, and why did you switch back to a scythe now?"

Wella chuckled, "Then I see that Audrech doesn't have a suitable weapon, so I'll lend it to her for the time being!

Before she could finish speaking, the boots appeared in front of Rog's eyes with an afterimage!

Rogge's eyes flashed with silver, and he used his mental power to deflect her legs, and he actually let Weina kick her, and then the flames flashed in his hand, almost holding a fireball and pressing it into Weina's face!

One of the two of them used their spiritual power to drive their weak magic power, and the other used the fighting spirit of the second and third levels, and they started a tumbling and dangerous battle in a narrow space!

At first, Rog couldn't support it for a few times before being knocked to the ground by Wella's stormy attack. At this point, Wella would stop and let him catch his breath.

And as soon as Rogge recovers, he will immediately rush to fight again.

Gradually, Rog was able to survive a few rounds of Wella's attacks.

After a night and a night, Rogge's mental strength began to recover, and he was able to support it for longer and longer. However, Rogge knew that he had used his huge mental power to use magic power, and he had really taken advantage of Wella too much in terms of strength. What's more, with Wella's absolute strength at the moment, I don't know how many times higher it is than Rog's heyday.

As the sun was rising, Wella slammed a bland and weak punch into Rogge's face. Rog arched his whole body, just staring into Wella's eyes, ready to decide where to dodge when she punched her face.

Wella is like a child with incredible skills, playing freely in the stormy waves of power. However, at this moment, the operation of the forces in the space suddenly changed a little imperceptibly, but for Wella, who was traveling through the waves with extremely weak force at this moment, any unknown change was enough to have a huge impact.

A sudden wave suddenly overwhelmed her!

Wella's movements only froze for a faint moment, but in Rogge's eyes at this moment, this flaw was enough to turn into a chance to win! He suddenly shouted, and the magic power in his whole body was instantly activated, turning into one paralysis technique after another to attack Wella.

Wella only felt numb all over her body, and she was frozen again!

In the reddish morning light, Wella's sculptural and supreme majesty of the angel of light seemed to be glowing slightly, and the elegance of that moment was enough to shine for thousands of years!

Rogge's heart moved, knowing that if the opportunity was lost, he would not come again, so he grabbed Wella and kissed it directly on the slightly open lips!

The feeling at that moment was so soft that it seemed to melt at the touch of it...... At that moment, time stood still.

A pair of dazzling golden doji stars lit up in Wella's eyes, and she instantly shattered the shackles of space, and her shoulders trembled slightly, hitting Rogge's chest.

Rogge's eyes went dark, and he fell on his back with a thud, slapping straight to the ground.

Wella didn't look back, and went straight into the void.

Rog lay on the ground for a moment, his eyes vacant. He burst out laughing a few times, jumped to his feet, clapped his hands, and a cloud of lightning lit up in the corner of the ceiling, and with a shrill scream, an underground dwarf appeared and fell heavily to the ground.

Rogge crouched down, looking carefully at the strange and rare underground gnome.

For some reason, although the underground dwarf knew that Rogge's strength was extremely weak, under his shining gaze, it was like falling into an ice cellar, and he didn't dare to move.

Rogge suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "Lao Tzu is in a good mood today, let you go! If you dare to sneak in in the future, there will be no such cheap good thing!"

With that, the fat man flew up and kicked the underground gnome out of the window.

Time passes imperceptibly, and with each passing day, Himema ages a little.

"You're just trying in vain. The little goblin leisurely trimmed his nails, and from time to time raised his slender jade hand to examine the effect of the color against the light, and by the way, he glanced at the busy Himma, and poured cold water mercilessly.

Hima has been the chief magician of the Silver Saint Sect for many years, and there are many precious magic scrolls in her collection. However, there are dozens of secret dens in the Empire, and there are reasons for Floya to doubt her true identity. At this moment, she had just finished arranging the magic array that led to the next hiding place, and was carefully cleaning up the traces in the room.

Hearing Floya's ridicule, Hima actually just smiled, although her laughter only made her look more hideous: "Whether I worked in vain or not, I will only know if I try it." Don't you want to know your true place in his mind?"

Floya snorted and said, "My status is tens of thousands of gold coins, well, if he has loose money." You don't have to be delusional. I've known him for so long, don't I know him?"

"Maybe you don't know him!" said Hima's shrill laugh as she scribbled her request on a magically treated piece of paper, deliberately showing it to Floya.

This ridiculous request, of course, drew a merciless sneer from the goblin.

But two days later, when the starry sky really appeared in Jima's hands, Floya froze!

I knew that I couldn't show any weakness in front of the old witch, but the little goblin, who had always been sharp-toothed, was already blank in his mind, and he couldn't keep his expression as if nothing had happened.

I watched the old lady Jima caress the blue starry sky that seemed to have a little body fragrance with Androni. The goblin tried his best, and finally squeezed out a little smile.

But she laughed like she was crying.

"You see, your value in his heart is at least an artifact. Hima's smile grew harsher.

Two days later, Hughes's rapier was also in the hands of Gema.

Theseus had almost never used the sword. At first glance, the sword was only very sharp, but no matter how hard Himma swung it, it didn't emit the slightest fluctuation of magic or anything else that would cause alarm. Even if an ordinary rapier is slashed horizontally and vertically like this, the sword body will tremble a little bit of buzzing. From this point of view, this sword is indeed a sharp weapon for assassination in the dark night. Although it has no other attached castes, if it wields it in the hands of a sanctuary without emitting any power fluctuations, it can indeed be stained with a little edge of the artifact.

"Look, you're worth at least two artifacts!" For some reason, Himema's smile this time was a little kinder.

This time, Floya just stared at the rapier on the table in a daze, listening to everything as if she hadn't heard it, and no longer bothered to hide her expression.

Hima left her to the side in a daze, busily erasing all traces in the room, and then pulled out a teleportation scroll. After the glow of the magic, the room was empty.

On the sixth day, the Rapier of the Reaper Class was quietly placed on the table in front of Himima. This time, Hima's cloudy eyes lit up, and she muttered, "Impossible...... Is this the Twelfth Movement of Dusk? Impossible!"

Hima looked at it carefully, and finally showed a look of disappointment. However, although this rapier is far from the legendary twelve-movement of Dusk, it is also an extremely rare weapon.

Floya watched in silence. She suddenly flipped over her bare hand, and there was already an extremely thin dagger in her hand, and her backhand wiped it on her throat!

Hima was taken aback and let out a loud cry in a hurry, and Floya's whole body immediately stiffened, and the dagger was only a few minutes away from her throat!

Jima Shiran walked over, stretched out his hand and took a little effort to break off Floya's clenched five fingers, took off the dagger in her hand, and said, "Your status in Rogge's mind is really not low. You should be glad that he was willing to trade you for three artifacts. ”

Floya said softly, "None of these artifacts are his. None of the people who possessed these artifacts were his subordinates, and if he wanted these people to make a move, he would have to pay a considerable price. Think about it, if you have an artifact, you say, what conditions do others have to exchange for before you are willing to give this artifact to him?"

Hima smiled and said gently, "No matter how valuable the artifact is, and no matter how much it costs him, it is obvious that in his heart, your value is far greater than these things. This is the most important thing for a woman. So you should be happy. ”

Floya smiled sweetly and said, "Of course I'm happy, very happy, in fact I never thought he would do this to me! But I also know your plan, and you know very well in your heart that the fate of the Ice Goddess is irreversible, at least you can't do it alone." So you only think about revenge, you only think about being able to kill Rog, even if you can't kill him, you have to cause him enough trouble. The only hole card you can rely on is me, and as long as I die, you're finished. Even if Rogge comes to see you alone, as long as he doesn't see that I'm alive, can you kill him? He doesn't even have to do anything, just wait for ten days, and you'll fall yourself!"

Himma's face turned gloomy, and she said slowly, "Indeed, all I can do now is to make the blasphemer pay a little price. But it's not so easy for you to die, I only need one thought, I can seal all your movements. ”

The little goblin chuckled and said, "Okay, let's consume it." You can't be distracted, you can't sleep, you have to keep an eye on my movements all the time, you have to live at least five days less than you sleep, right? If you lose five days of life, no matter what you want to do, there will not be enough time!"

Hima snorted coldly, stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Floya's collar, the hands covered with old age spots formed a strong contrast with the little goblin's snowy ice muscles.

She glared at Floya with blood-red eyes, and said word by word: "If you dare to mess with me, I will strip you naked and throw you into the nomadic tribe now! Even if you die, those men will not spare your body! Then I will take your body to Richelieu and let everyone see what happens to you!"

Floya's face turned pale in an instant, but she glared back at Hima without showing weakness, and said coldly, "Whatever you want." ”

There was a burst of applause outside the room.

"Good, good, beautiful, fierce and spicy! What a rare face in the world! How can your value be limited to just three artifacts?" With a clear laugh, Miró strode in, his clear, bright, dark eyes looking Floya up and down, all with undisguised admiration.

Himma was shocked, she had set up at least three warning systems outside the room, and her life on the run had made her always pay attention to the movements around her, and she was still unaware of the approaching people.

"Who are you!" Hima let out a loud cry as she grabbed Floya's throat.

Miro ignored Hima, just looked at Floya, and said with a smile, "I secretly followed you for three days, and I also observed you for three days. Every day you make me appreciate you more! Don't worry about that old thing's hand, Rocknord will cut her to pieces before she can hurt you. The only trouble is the death curse she has placed on you, but I will protect your soul, and Master Zakzamu will stop the curse that follows. You're likely to be in pain, but she basically doesn't have a chance to curse you. Of course, brave little beauty, you may also die, but I think you are still willing to take this risk. ”

Miró looked calm and elegant, and it seemed that he had considered Floya and the three artifacts to be in his possession. However, the samurai behind him said inappropriately: "Lord Miro, the enemy has not yet fallen, and there are many powerful people behind that little woman, and now is not the time for you to make a declaration of victory!

Miro's smile immediately looked a little embarrassed.

He was about to say something more when the wall on the other side of the room suddenly collapsed, and Rogge walked in, smiling, "This Mr. Miro, she may be willing to take risks, but I don't like her to take risks. ”

Seeing Androni and Hughes behind Rogge, Miro's face was slightly solemn.

Rog looked at Jima and said, "Master Jima, the person you want to kill is me." Since I'm here, let her go, and I'll bear your death curse in her place. ”

"No way!" Floya screamed, but Liyin immediately stopped. Himma had already stirred the curse, causing the paralysis to extend above her head and neck, stopping her from speaking more.

"Master Himma, I have been seriously injured and extremely weak. What are you afraid of?" Rog walked alone towards Hima and Floya, a sincere and harmless smile on his face.

Jima could see that Rogge's magic power was indeed extremely weak at the moment, and it might be a little difficult to send out one or two third-order magic. Surrounded by strong enemies at the moment, there is no room for the slightest hesitation, anyway, the goblin is in his hands, and he is not afraid of what tricks the fat man will play. Hima has always been a fierce person who dares to do things, and immediately recites mantras.

Rognin watched intently as Hima held the spell until she had finished it. His face turned gray for a while, and he couldn't help frowning.

The Death Soul Curse is a curse familiar to high-level mages, which connects the soul of the caster and the recipient, and the caster can destroy the soul of the recipient with a single thought, which is faster than instantaneous magic, almost impossible to solve, and has some similarities to the soul contract. However, the Death Soul Curse can only target one victim at a time, and since Hima has successfully cast a curse on Rogge, the curse on Floya will naturally be lifted.

Hima burst out laughing and staggered towards Rog, but her men let go of Floya as promised.

Miro's eyes lit up.

As soon as Floya regained her mobility, she was about to pounce on Rogge. However, a soft but irresistible force came from behind her, pulling her back alive. Androni then took her hand and stopped her from making any further moves.

Miro suddenly stepped forward.

Hughes coughed and took a step forward, standing between Freya and Miro. Miro's eyes flickered, and he hesitated whether he needed to do it.

The samurai behind Miro sighed and said, "Miro-sama, you...... Let's focus on the big things first!"

Hima's shrill laughter faded as she noticed that Rog was looking at her calmly, not at all panicked or afraid. The calm gaze made her very uncomfortable and extremely uneasy.

"Get down on your knees, repent of what you've done, beg me, maybe I'll not kill you for a while!" Hima screamed.

"Kill me? Rogge smiled, his eyes lit up.

Furious, new and old hatreds welling up in her heart, Himma immediately and mercilessly urged her magic, deciding to teach the blasphemer a profound lesson imprinted into her soul.

She glared at Rog angrily, and suddenly noticed that his eyes full of hateful sneers had turned silver at some point!

There was a sharp pinprick pain in Himma's eyes, and the whole world was plunged into complete darkness.

Hima was in a state of extreme panic for a moment, she couldn't describe the feeling of the moment, she didn't even think that magic could be used like this!

But it's still too late, and there's the Death Curse! Jima is in hysterical excitement again, yes, she still has the Death Curse!

Hima induces the curse. Maybe it was because of the sensitivity of her sense when she had just lost her sight, or maybe it was because of the added power of the curse on the dagger, and in her consciousness she could almost see a dark gray noose towards Rog's soul!

However, Rogge's soul darkened and brightened, and he actually changed directions! The noose that had fallen out flashed a few times in the void and disappeared. Hima's heart was trembling, her eyes were blind, but her heart could see that Rog was standing right in front of her, looking at her with a sneer.

The death curse was still there, which calmed Hima a little.

Jima struggled with the last of her life force, and put the gray noose on Rog's soul one by one. However, Rogge's soul flickered and drifted, and each noose either fell and found that it was offset by a minute and a half, or it was completely blank and drifted in the void, and finally disappeared because he couldn't find a target!

Eventually, Himma's remaining life force was no longer enough to drive the Death Curse. Then she felt Rogge smile and come up to her, put his mouth to her ear, and said very softly:

"Even if I only have level 5 magic power, I can still kill you. ”

Rog's left hand was as sharp as a knife, easily piercing into Himma's face, firmly grasping the wildly beating heart.

Himma gasped for air, her breathing sounding like a leaky skin. She slowly fell down on her back to the sky, her scorched eyes refused to close, and the last cloudy tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes.

Rogge looked at the still beating heart in his hand.

The heart had turned a strange dark gray under the power of the curse, and the life force squeezed from every tiniest corner still drove it to beat wildly and in vain.

Rogge dropped his heart, turned around, looked at Miro, and said with a smile: "This Miro, I don't seem to have seen you in Richelieu before!"

Mirolland smiled: "I have just arrived in Richelieu, and of course Lord Rogge will not recognize me. However, there will be many opportunities for us to interact with each other in the future, and maybe we will have a good time working together. ”

Rogge smiled, "If your subordinates are willing to put down what belongs to us, the cooperation between us will be pleasant." ”

Outside the room, a murderous aura suddenly rose to the sky!

Miro's face changed, and a strange figure outside the room, wrapped in a black robe, with an unusually tall and strong body, slowly retreated, walking on thin ice with every step back, and was extremely vigilant. In front of him, it turned out to be the Death God Squad! Ban's face was pale, and a colorless and invisible fighting aura flame burned around his body, and he only held an ordinary steel dagger in his hand.

A Sanctuary powerhouse, especially a killer who is not known for his defense, once he uses a short weapon like a dagger, it will inevitably be followed by an earth-shattering blow! Not to mention that the eyes of the Death God Class are like wanting to breathe fire, and they have obviously moved desperately. No wonder the black-robed man didn't dare to grab his edge, so he could only retreat step by step.

Miro's face sank like water, and he suddenly pointed at Floya, "Give her to me!" Not only can you get back three artifacts, but you can also win an eternally powerful ally and a woman who is not inferior to her in beauty, but far more powerful than her, how about it?"

Rogge said with a smile: "Of course not." ”

Miro and Rogge looked at each other, both of them as if they were measuring each other's strength.

Miro suddenly smiled, full of confidence and arrogance. He said to Rogge, "You don't have to be so anxious to refuse, it's not too late to make a decision when you've seen Aderene. ”

With that, Miró gave Floya a deep look and strode out of the house. The black robe of the mysterious man who was forced into the house by the Reaper class trembled, and the swords of Biluo Starry Sky, Xius, and Ban all fell to the ground.

Ben silently took a step to the side, making way for the passage and taking the most advantageous position to defend the twelve movements of dusk.

(To be continued)