To the north of the Holy Alliance, the territory of the Asrosk Empire is already a white and desolate world.

It's a vast, uninhabited wilderness. In this season of snow, not even a bird can be seen in the sky. Strong gale winds whistled over the wilderness, carrying fine sand and gravel, mercilessly scouring the rocks and dead wood of the wilderness.

But now, a small black dot was sweeping the sky at unimaginable speed, disappearing into the northern clouds.

It was a dark brown falcon with three eyes on its forehead, the middle of which was pale cyan and glowing with magical light. It flapped its wings a few times at a speed that ordinary birds could not match, and then tightly folded its wings, piercing the faint clouds in the sky like an arrow, and flew away.

In the distance, a very high and steep snowy peak appeared at the end of the wasteland. It is like an incomparably gigantic stalagmite, piercing high into the clouds of the sky.

The clouds around the snow peak were like a big whirlpool, rotating extremely slowly around the snow peak, and the radius reached more than 100 miles! The center of the cloud vortex slowly drooped low, and finally covered half of the snow peak.

In the face of this vision of heaven and earth, anyone who is afraid will be afraid.

The falcon pierced lightly through the clouds, and only turned upwards when it was about to hit the knife-like stone wall of the snowy peak, and flew upwards against the rock wall.

Gradually, at the top of the snowy peak, a magnificent castle with a strange shape appeared.

The falcon pierced through the window of a tall tower and landed on an old magical altar, spitting out an earthy yellow bead. In a puff of smoke, the falcon slowly turned into a middle-aged man with a cyan face. He bowed very respectfully, slowly exited the room through a small door, and carefully closed the door.

More than a dozen old men stood around the altar, intently reading the information recorded in the magic beads.

After a long time, a burly old man in the middle finally spoke, and his voice was distant and beautiful, as if it came from the far sky.

"Wise Elders, what do you think about this?"

"He's a dangerous man......"

"His path has nothing in common with the druid......"

"He's young, but his strength isn't low......"

"He's going to keep growing......".

"Behind his power, there seems to be a shadow, and it is even more terrifying......"

"He is the embodiment of intrigue and subterfuge......"

The old man in the middle nodded, and his white robe was decorated with snowfields, mountains, and thick clouds that seemed to come to life with his movements, and heavy snow began to fall on the snowfields, and thick clouds rolled among the mountains.

A cold wind blew in from the window, and his white beard, several feet long, moved.

"Elders, it's safe to conclude that he's a very dangerous figure for us. Is it possible to get him on our side?"

The elders were silent for a while, and after a while, only four elders spoke.

"We've taken over the entire forest ......"

"He's still a growing tree......"

"Nature is balanced, and there is a limit to the number of trees that can grow in a forest......"

"His growth must come at the cost of the death of other ancient trees......"

The old man in the middle concluded:

"Then the conclusion is that this little tree can no longer grow in this forest. ”

The elders looked at each other, and an old man replied in a voice full of wisdom, "That's right, Venerable Lord Sky Fury!"

"So"

The melodious voice of the sky's fury has the smell of slaughter

"This decision will be implemented immediately......"

The elders all exited the room, leaving only Sky Fury. He stood in front of the altar and pondered for a long time, until the sky outside the window had darkened, and then he clapped his hands gently.

The door opened, and a young girl in a white robe walked in, her eyes were deep blue, there was no warmth in them, and even her voice was as cold as ice.

"Wise Lord Sky Fury, what do you command?"

"Is Frey already on his way?"

"Yes. Lord Frey and his troops have already left for the Duchy of Are. Expected to arrive in five days. ”

Sky Fury nodded silently, and he slowly walked to the window, looking out at the terrifying, endless vortex of clouds. This tower is the tallest building in the whole castle, and from here, at the foot of the clouds, like a dark gray sea, huge hideous faces up to tens of meters emerge from the clouds, swirl and dissipate.

The girl stood silently in place, like a statue. When she was still standing, if she didn't pay attention, she might really be regarded as a white jade statue. Because she doesn't have any emotional fluctuations at all, and she doesn't have any warmth on her body. The beautiful face shone with the luster of jade, slippery and cold, and the two shallow scars on the left cheek were as if they had been chiseled.

She couldn't see any emotion in her eyes, but if she looked closely, she would find that there were thick clouds in those eyes, lightning and thunder!

I don't know how long it took for the old man and the girl to turn into two stone statues......

Sky Fury finally spoke, "It's amazing that you can come out of the icy wind so quickly!"

The girl remained as motionless as a lifeless stone statue.

The fury of the sky seemed to have known that this would happen, and did not wait for the girl's answer, but just sighed.

There seemed to be countless winds whistling in the sighs.

"I know what you want...... You go too!"

The girl finally got a little angry, she bowed deeply to the old man, and then slowly withdrew from the room as if she were gliding on the ice.

Archduke Tikrick's afternoon tea party specially prepared for Rogge met with rare sunny weather. The Grand Duke's three sons and six daughters were present at the tea party, as were the most powerful nobles and ladies of the Principality. Naturally, the court magician Gnawara is indispensable among them.

In the minds of all the great nobles, the old court magician had never dressed up like a regular magician in recent years. Instead of his favorite black gold-embroidered cloak, he changed into a cloak adorned with a circle of magical symbols and held an intricately carved magic wand. Some of the great nobles who had practiced magic a little bit could sense the faint magic fluctuations emanating from his magic cloak and luxurious staff, which showed that this was genuine magical equipment, not just clothing and clothing for decoration.

Rogge was still wearing a dark green cloak, and after handing it to the attendant, he revealed the cuirass that displayed the elves' outstanding craftsmanship and artistic beauty, and the breastplate was decorated with flower branches as if they were alive. This cuirass was personally tailor-made for Rogge by the masters of the Sara art with great beauty and hand, taking into account Rogge's appearance and shape, and skillfully deceiving the eye with a combination of lines, colors and patterns. Now, with the bloated body of a fat man, he looks shrewd and capable and heroic after wearing this breastplate.

The rose branches on the cuirass are made of purple gold, which is delicate. After the blessing of magic, a faint light slowly flowed in the branches. In the center of the flower branch is a beautiful two-axe, one-handed elven battle axe.

The knowledgeable nobles all showed surprised and envious eyes, just the artistic value of this cuirass was enough to buy the territory of a small nobleman. The ladies and ladies looked at Rogge with great enthusiasm, and even the daughters of Archduke Tikrick, whether married or unmarried, openly looked at Rog.

Now no one doubts how rich a great magician can be.

Seeing Rogge wearing an all-steel cuirass, Gnavalra was first surprised, then ecstatic. It is common knowledge that every magic apprentice will know that metal is resistant to magical effects, and Rogge even wore an all-steel cuirass in order to show off his wealth! Although Gnawara had to admit that he could not afford such an expensive magic cuirass, in a magical battle, armor with tens of thousands of gold coins was not as good as a magic scroll with hundreds of gold coins. If it weren't for the magic crystal to test Rogge's eleventh level magic, Gnawara wouldn't have believed that he was a magician, and he had never heard of a magician wearing an all-steel cuirass. Although the breastplate seemed to have strengthened its protection against magic, it did not make up for the loss of not being able to cast magic.

"Anyway, it looks like my luck is still so good!" Gnawara smiled.

When he saw that Rog didn't have any elven guards with him, he laughed even more heartily.

It was really a wonderful afternoon tea party. All of them, Grand Duke Tiklik, Danro and Carlos, and the two magicians, were so pleasant.

Gnawara couldn't wait. He felt like he had returned to the time when he was young and challenged the adventurers to challenge the monsters, and the battles at that time were thrilling but sure of victory, just like this time. But he is a court magician with status, unlike a magician like Rogge who is of unknown origin and obviously half a bucket of water, he is not good at directly challenging Rogge, he needs an excuse and a reason. But Gnawara wasn't worried, he knew that Danro would arrange it all.

Finally, just when he was about to lose his patience, a countess finally began to ask about Rog's glorious deeds of sealing the demon. Rogge politely answered her question, but his eyes couldn't stop glancing at Adele, the most beautiful daughter of the Grand Duke of Tikrick. Adele also looked at Roger quietly, intentionally or unintentionally, with a proud and reserved smile floating on the corner of her mouth.

After not knowing the first few times he briefly recounted the thrilling experience of sealing the demon, Rogge finally satisfied the curiosity of the countess. But trouble came right away.

"Lord Rog, who is stronger in your magical abilities and Master Gnawara?, it must be you, you have sealed the ancient demons!" asked a mature and flamboyant lady eagerly.

This is too obvious provocation, but Gnawara finally waited for this opportunity, where would he let it go?

"Lord Rogge, I'm also a magician. I'd love to take the liberty of asking, are you really an ancient demon you're sealing?" Gnawara asked unceremoniously.

There was a moment of silence in the tea room, and Gnawara's words were tantamount to a direct rebuke of Rogge as a liar! In high society, this is an invitation to a duel. With the exception of Tiklik, everyone was now eagerly awaiting a grand showdown of magic. It's just that the Grand Duke finally has two magicians, and he doesn't want to hurt either of them, it will be too much of a loss for the Principality of Are.

Before he could stand up to stop him, Rogge replied coldly, "Master Gnawara, are you accusing me of being a liar? I deceived all the noble gentlemen and ladies here?

Adele let out an "ah" and covered her mouth with a fan. But there was a glint of excitement and pride in her eyes.

"All I know is that not being able to wear metal armor is a fact that every magic apprentice knows," said Gnawara. I only know that the power of the Ancient Demon is beyond the imagination of ordinary people! Although I am the same as you, I am an eleventh level magician, but I have to say that the slave of the Ancient Demon can easily defeat me! I wonder how you sealed the Ancient Demon? It seems that no one has seen how you sealed the Demon except you and your elves, right? Maybe your performance can deceive many people, after all, there are not many people who know the mysteries of magic, but it is very unfortunate! Forty years of magic have given me some wisdom and insight to see the truth behind these brilliant appearances. ”

The nobles began to talk in whispers. Tikrick's face also showed a solemn look. After all, it's common knowledge that magicians can't wear metal armor, and knowing this doesn't mean that you have to be an apprentice magician. Moreover, Gnawara and Rogge are magicians of the same level, if the demon's servants can defeat Gnawara, then Rogge will never be able to seal the ancient demon itself.

"The world of magic is deep and vast. Although you are already a court mage, it is clear that you have not yet grasped this. Prosperity not only weakens your magic, it seems to have damaged your wisdom. Since you've raised your suspicions, I'd be happy to give you an idea of what level eleven magic can do. Can I interpret your suspicion as a challenge?" replied Rog coldly.

"That's my pleasure!" replied Gnawara grimly.

Soon, a group of nobles came to the military arena on the edge of the palace, and all the nobles hid on the high platform to watch the battle. A large-scale magic shield is a very luxurious thing, and to protect such a large group of nobles, I am afraid that even Floya may not be able to do it, let alone the two second-rate magicians of Gnavalra and Rogge. So although everyone wanted to watch the magic duel that they had only seen in their lives, it was not a joke to be involved in magic, so they all stayed on a relatively safe high platform.

Rog and Gnawara were fifty meters apart, silently waiting for the ceremonial officer to announce the beginning of the duel. Rog's sharp eyes had already detected that Gnawara was secretly holding two magic scrolls in his hands, and that his magic wand also contained ready-made magic.

Rog didn't use his wand or take off his breastplate. Gnawara was overjoyed, and only thought in his heart: "This is your own death, no wonder me!"

"I declare that the duel ...... Begin!" the high-pitched voice of the ceremonial officer echoed through the square.

As soon as the ceremonial officer finished speaking, Gnawara slammed his magic wand, and the magic stored in it was immediately activated, and a faint magic light enveloped his whole body. This is a low-level spell 'Magic Absorption', which can deal with most of the small attack spells that are launched quickly, and is the most orthodox tactic for mages to fight. Later, Gnawara, blessed with protective magic, activated two magic scrolls again, blessed herself with a mask of defense against evil and a mask of demons. He reassured himself to chant the incantation and began to prepare for a large attack spell.

The Demon Mask enhances the mage's dodge against both magic damage and physical damage, and is one of the most authentic magical tactics. But why defend against evil? Rog Wei thought about it and realized that Gnawara was going to summon powerful evil creatures. Powerful minions are unwilling to be controlled, and some will directly attack creatures within sight. There is no doubt that the summoner himself is the one closest to these evil creatures. This magic can cause the summoned evil creatures to completely ignore the presence of the summoner.

The fat man smiled evilly, since he had summoned an evil creature, it would be logical for him to release one of Gregory or the Flame Bone Demon, right? How could the things summoned by the eleventh-level mage be stronger than Feng Yue's two extremely vicious subordinates?

He waited patiently, only to be surprised.

As Gnawara's spell was completed, a purple-black pillar of fire rose from Rog's feet and enveloped him.

Carlos in the stands exclaimed in surprise and stood up nervously!

"Dark magic?" The fat man was surprised, the practice of dark magic has a great impact on the reputation of the magician! He thought about it and understood that Gnawara must be deceiving the Principality of Are, which has no magical culture, and no one can see the difference between magic, so he has no taboo to practice and use powerful dark magic.

However, although this dark flame pillar was powerful, it was useless to Rogge. The fat man's powerful spiritual power already gave him a high magic resistance, and after swallowing the green dragon blood crystal, his magic resistance was even enhanced. The fat man sighed secretly, what kind of magic is he not good at, he has to use dark magic? If you talk about the understanding of dark magic, how can Gnawara compare with Rogge who has learned the magic of the demon princess Elesis? In addition to the lack of magic power, Rogge is already familiar with the black flame of the demon world. It's just that what he and Gnawarra can control is the most rudimentary dark fire, and compared to Elesis's Stygian Flow, although the appearance is the same, the power is far behind.

At the moment, Rogge stood there motionless. A faint layer of black flame emanated from his body, keeping Gnawara's dark pillar of flame out. However, no one could tell that there was actually an extra layer of demonic flame protection in the raging Dark Flame Pillar.

"Hahahaha!" Gnavara smirked. Rogge was so useless, but he didn't expect it, he was directly burned by the Dark Flame Pillar, and even the strongest knight in the principality couldn't survive for a few seconds, Rogge stayed in it for so long, he must have been turned to ashes a long time ago. He was in a bit of a pain in Rog's breastplate now, hoping it would withstand the scorching heat of the dark flames.

The pillar of flames dispersed, and Rog stood there smiling, not even a single hair hurt.

Gnawara's eyes were about to fall out.

"How can a shallow person like you understand the mystery of magic?" Rogge smiled faintly, and with a wave of his hand, five purple-black magic missiles flew towards Gnawara.

"Magic absorption can be dealt with!" Seeing Rogge release his magic with a wave of his hand, Gnawara was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat. When he saw that it was a magic missile, he was relieved and began to prepare a second powerful magic.

Magic absorption can deal with ordinary magic missiles, but it can't deal with Rogge's magic missiles mixed with black flames in the demon world. The fat man had already calculated the limit of the amount of magic he could absorb from Gnawara.

After blocking the four magic missiles, the light of the magic shield flickered a few times before disappearing under Gnawara's horrified gaze.

The fifth magic missile hit Gnawara's face just right, and after a small explosion, a scorched smell spread. Gnawara screamed and fell to the ground.

He convulsed for a long time before he struggled to get up, and now it was Dan Luo's turn in the stands to exclaim.

Gnawara's face was blackened, and a thin line of blood was coming out of his left eye, apparently blind. He stood up trembling in severe pain, his intact right eye was blood-red, and he stared at Rogge deadly. The anger of losing his left eye almost made him completely lose his mind!

"I have to admit that you are more despicable than I can imagine......! It's not over yet!" he hissed. Yes, it's not over yet, he still has one last move! Now that he only needs to kill Rogge, how can he be ruined in the future? As an eleventh-level magician, Rogge will definitely not be able to deal with his last move!

Gnawara grinned and crushed the crystal skull on the staff in his arms.

In the exclamation of countless nobles, an otherworldly gate formed by white bones and flames appeared in the square, and a four-meter-tall skeleton lord with flames burning around him, a super strong among the undead, stepped out of the otherworldly gate. It had a large monster skull with four massive curved horns coiled over it. The two-inch thick iron armor is ancient and majestic, covered with rust scratches. A three-meter-long greatsword slung diagonally over its shoulder, its blade covered in chips and rust.

Rog's heart jumped, he never thought that Ganawara would actually hide a magic item that could summon the Skeleton Lord. He had wanted to defeat Gnawara's minions in a magnificent way, but against the Skeleton Lord, who was no weaker than the Flame Bone Demon, he would have to use all the dungeon realms to win. The Skeleton Lord is different from ordinary creatures that can be summoned by mages with their own magical power, and this is an evil existence that can only be summoned by special and powerful items!

Flames began to flicker from the four massive corners of the Skeleton Lord's head, and the formidable two-handed greatsword was removed from his shoulder and pointed at Rog.

Rog had no choice, and the silver light began to flicker in his eyes. He blessed himself with speed, strength, and stone skin like lightning, and prepared for a protracted battle with the Skeleton Lord.

"Kill him, kill him, kill everyone here!ahahaha!" Gnawara screamed and laughed frantically!

The Skeleton Lord's realm of fear spread to the stands. The nobles of the principality were in chaos, pushing and scrambling to escape from the stands! Several ladies and ladies collapsed on the ground in fright, and then they were trampled by the panicked nobles, and the screams were heard one after another.

Suddenly, a faint wave filled the square. Fengyue's clear, majestic, and only Rogge's voice suddenly echoed in the square!

"In my name, the contract is terminated! In my name, you are made to submit!"

The air in the square seemed to have frozen, and the fear of the raging tide had pinned everyone to the ground. This is the coercion of Fengyue, and this coercion has completely dispelled the Skeleton Lord's fear realm, replaced it with an even stronger, soul-deep fear! All the nobles froze in this instant, they had completely lost control of their bodies, and they couldn't make any movements.

Only Rogge's face changed, and he didn't know what thoughts were turning.

The Skeleton Lord trembled, and the huge skeleton and the extremely heavy iron armor collided with each other, making a deafening sonorous sound. The blood-red flames in its eye sockets flickered and dimmed, and after a few jumps, it finally turned completely pale, and the flames burning around it also changed color.

The Skeleton Lord's trembling stopped.

It turned, and with a single sword, slashed the stunned Gnawara in two! Then, instead of returning to the Otherworldly Gate, it stepped into the Void.

The Gates of the Atlas vanished, the plaza brightened again, and the storm of fear, which had just seemed to destroy everything, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Rogge looked up at the sky, his face very complicated.

The aristocrats had not yet recovered from their fear, and they still maintained a crowded and fleeing posture. Many of the young ladies and ladies who fell to the ground had a water stain on their long skirts, and some of the gentlemen who had been imposing were similarly embarrassed.

Although the clouds are already clear, time still seems to be frozen in the previous moment.

Rog let out a long breath and turned to face the nobles. There was a great confidence and composure in his deep, magnetic voice, which swept away all the fear and panic in the nobleman's heart.

"The demon has been subdued by me. ”

There was silence......

The nobles burst into cheers, and the joy of escaping death made many weep uncontrollably. More nobles ran to Rog in obsessiveness, wanting to hug the man who had saved them from the flames of hell.

Rogge smiled and generously extended his arms to greet the grateful people.

At this moment, the fat man was as bright and holy as an angel.

The familiar sound of praise that only Rogge could hear rang out again.

"It's so despicable!

The wordy bone dragon's praise this time was surprisingly concise, and it howled twice and hurried away.

The bone dragon was worried.

Although it was eager to stay and continue watching the play, it was more anxious to return to its owner to shoot the horse. The new competitor is very strong, and in order to ensure that his position is not lost, this sycophant must be filmed more diligently.

It was late at night. The night wind howls in the depths of winter, driving all pedestrians back to their warm bedding.

Tiklik's lavish harem is warm, and the dark red magical light makes everything ambiguous. More than a dozen glamorous dancers, almost naked, are stretching their arms, stretching their legs, swinging their hips, and twisting their waists, dancing passionately and indulgently. Their upper bodies are completely **, painted with gorgeous oil paints of various beasts, and a few tassels barely block the hidden place. At the moment of jumping, the golden tassels are scattered in all directions, and the mysterious scenery will flash away in front of the eyes of a dozen two-color fans.

At this moment, all around Tikrick were the Archduke's extremely favored cronies. After Gnawara's death, Rogge naturally took over as court magician, with a transcendent position of being seated next to Tiklik. This dinner gave Rogge a new understanding of the wind of the Duchy of Are. On such occasions, several of the daughters of the Grand Duke of Tikrick and the two marquises were also present, and they talked and laughed merrily.

Carlos was flushed and spirited.

The Skeleton Lord summoned by Gnawarra even threatened Tiklik's surname, so Danro was also convicted and ordered by Grand Duke Ticrek to stay in the palace and not leave the house. Although the Grand Duke has not officially announced that he will be disqualified as an heir, the nobles with a keen sense of smell know that it is only a day before Carlos, who has the support of the great magician Rogge, becomes the heir to the throne.

From afternoon to evening, Carlos felt like hell and heaven.

The Marquis of Hilley was also secretly glad that he had made the right bet. The old fox was deeply proud of his political sense and foresight, and now it seemed that the Healai family would be able to retain its glory for at least twenty years.

This kind of atmosphere is the best time to do political deals.

Archduke Tikrick has never been in such a good mood in the last ten years. Rogge readily agreed to the request to take over as the court master of the principality. With a great magician like Rogge, he is no longer a small role in the Holy Alliance that people can completely ignore. The glorious era of the Tiklik family is about to appear in his hands!

In comparison, Rogge's interest in Luck's territory was simply too pale. Carlos had just brought it up for Rog, and Tikrick agreed without thinking about it, and told Heale to handle it quickly. The size of the territory is one of the signs of nobility, and Rogge's territory is thousands of square kilometers! But this land is worthless in Tikrick's eyes, except for the small territory of Count Luck, it is a large amount of mountainous land in the Central Mountains.

Carlos didn't quite understand this either, because of the steep terrain and the large number of magical beasts, the mountain had never been explored, not even a map. Why would Rogge be so interested in this barren land, but anyway, the bounty sounded like a big one, and it didn't cost the principality a penny.

The fiefdom must have an identity, and Helai has already considered this in his thoughtful manner. He had chosen a family name with a long history, a noble lineage, and a severed descendant. At that time, as long as the Grand Duke signed the warrant, Rogge could inherit the surname, and it would be logical to receive the title and the fief.

The atmosphere of the banquet is getting more and more enthusiastic, and the dancers have fine beads of sweat on their bodies, and their movements have completely become the most primitive teasing. Carlos raised his glass and said loudly, "Let's toast to the great deeds of Grand Magician Lord Rogge to eradicate the demon summoner Gnawara!"

There was an uproar.

Rogge stood up with his glass in his hand, smiled and said, "Allow me to dedicate this little glory to the most beautiful and noble Miss Adele!"

Adele exclaimed, covered her mouth and lowered her head shyly, her eyes watery, but she always couldn't help but glance at Rogge......

When the day dawned, the banquet finally dispersed. Rogge is now temporarily living in the Carlos Mansion, so he is in the same car with His Royal Highness, who is already drunk.

The guards were exhausted and sleepy-eyed. More than a dozen guards sat on horses, all swaying from side to side.

Rogge was also a little tired, and these dancing girls in the Grand Duke's Mansion were still very tasteful. Of course, when the men began to party, Adele and a few noblewomen quietly left.

Rogge suddenly felt a hint of murder in the air. The special training that these Yuzi Fengyue had on him had an immediate effect, and he immediately lost his sleepiness, and his spiritual power quickly spread to a radius of dozens of meters, searching for the source of his murderous aura.

This time it wasn't the undead who attacked, but a dozen assassins.

The assassins were using powerful military crossbows! At such a close distance, the guards had no way to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half of the guards fell to the ground screaming.

A robed and masked Assassin climbed onto the roof, chanting a spell as a bowl-sized fireball flew towards the carriage.

Rogge quickly searched the surroundings with his mental power, and determined that except for this low-level magician, the rest of the assassins were ordinary warriors. This level of sneak attack and assassination is not yet in the eyes of the fat man. Seeing the fireball flying, he casually propped up a magic shield to protect the entire carriage.

After a wave of flames, the magician on the roof was surprised to see that the carriage was still intact! He was about to cast another spell, but found that all his muscles were no longer listening to the command, and he could not even move his tongue.

The magic of 'Powerful Paralysis' was not something that a low-level magician like him could resist.

Rogge then unleashed a dozen enhanced magic missiles, one for each Assassin. The screams rang out one after another, and the defenders, who had suffered heavy casualties, fought back at the moment when the Assassins were hit by magic missiles, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the Assassins were cut to the ground.

But the bravery of these Assassins was unexpected. Even though they were seriously wounded, they still fought to the death! Even if their hands and feet were cut off, they had to struggle to bite the guard!

Rogge was a little surprised, who do these people have such a deep hatred with?

As Rogge's second wave of more than a dozen magic missiles was released, the battle outside the carriage was quickly over. Rogge opened the car door, walked the carriage, and looked at the tragic battlefield. In a short period of time, only two of the dozen Assassins were still alive, and only three of the dozen or so Assassins were still standing. Blood, severed limbs, entrails, and skulls all over the floor.

Rog crouches down in front of a badly wounded assassin. The Assassin's visor had been torn off by the guards. It was a middle-aged man with a dark face and a bloody eye piercing his forehead.

Rogge asked coldly, "Who are you, and why did you assassinate His Highness Carlos?"

The Assassin said bitterly but viciously, "Our Wise Eye believers...... ...... to be killed It's you! Although we failed this time, but ...... But... We won't give up! Our God...... The great Amoros will surely be resurrected......! Although it seals a part of its body...... But that won't stop it from resurrecting! it won't stop it from dominating... ...... to rule the whole world"

Rogge was stunned for a moment and asked, "Your god is really Amoro, how are you sure that Amoros really exists, and where is your headquarters?"

"Believers in the Eye of Wisdom...... As many as the stars in the sky! We know you claim to be sealed...... Sealed Lord Amoro. But...... Although the part of the body of the adult is ...... You've sealed it, but we still have adult eyes! Sooner or later, we'll ...... Sooner or later, the body of an adult will be ... ...... taken from you"

The assassin had been dead for a long time before Rogge recovered from the shock. He didn't expect that he made up a story casually, and there really was such a devil as Amoro. Looking at the ruthless behavior of this mysterious religion, the worshipping Amoro must be a demon.

Rogge became interested in this religion of the eyes of wisdom.

Loud voices could be heard in the distance, and soldiers who had heard the warning came one after another.

Rogge turned to the captain of the guard and asked, "Are there any of these assassins alive?"

The captain of the guard looked embarrassed and replied, "My lord, there was originally another seriously injured, but just now...... He had just committed suicide. ”

Rogge nodded and said, "There is still a living one on the roof opposite, but he will be able to move in an hour, you should be careful." If he also commits suicide, you can go with him!"

"Yes, don't worry, my lord! The villain is an expert in this area. Just one night, I promise to let him speak!"

Rogge snorted and got into the carriage. At the moment, Carlos was still hangover.

When he returned to the palace and ordered the maid to settle Carlos to sleep, it was already dawn. Rogge, who was tired, walked to his room, just in time to see Adjani coming out of Wind Butterfly's room, with tears on her face. The fat man smiled imperceptibly.

Rogge beckoned to Adjani. Adjani obviously hesitated, then lowered her head and followed Rogge to his room pitifully.

Rog glanced back, just in time to see the pale face of the wind butterfly flash away from the window.

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