At this time, the southern country is already a landscape of late spring and early summer.

Lille was already very rugged compared to the other cities of the Rhine League. But compared with the northern cities, it is still very exquisite.

Now that the Duchy of Bavaria has become a martial power, every time a knight in bright armor walks through the streets, he is greeted with the cheers of young girls and the eager admiration of young people.

As a result of the war, the prices of bread, vegetables and meat in Lille have quietly doubled. Although there is no prohibition in the city of Lille, the price of spirits has soared several times. However, as the good news from the front came one after another, the residents were immersed in the joy of victory, and the small difficulties encountered in life seemed insignificant at this time. What's more, the Principality Knights are constantly recruiting trainee knights, although this is basically the exclusive preserve of the children of lower-ranking nobles, but there are also many civilians who have successfully become trainee knights.

If you don't become a trainee knight, you still have a good chance of joining an infantry regiment or other minor legions. The salary of an ordinary soldier in the main army can already make his wife and children get food and clothing in the city of Lille where prices are soaring, even if he is an ordinary soldier in the second- or third-rate army, if he can live in the war for several years, the savings can also allow his family to have a small piece of land in the principality that is enough for food and clothing. Of course, in the unfortunate event of a death in battle, the Principality's generous pension would immediately bring a small piece of fertile land to the unfortunate family. The land of the principality had long since been divided, and all of the newly allocated land to the soldiers was within the territory of the Rhine League.

Owning a piece of land of one's own has become the biggest motivation for most simple warriors to fight bloodily.

Every conquest is a process of re-dividing the wealth and power of the land. The land that the warriors had bought with their lives and blood was only a small fraction of the land that the Duchy had taken from the Rhine League, and there were still large tracts of fertile land, rivers and lakes rich in specialties, and countless mines with rich resources waiting to be divided among the Principality's meritorious officials.

King Louis and his concubines had defended the last vestiges of the Bourbon royal family in the flames, several princes and retainers had fled to the Droz Empire, and now the entire Rhine League had been incorporated into the duchy. But not only the high-ranking generals of the principality, but almost all the middle and lower-ranking officers were waiting. What they were most looking forward to was not when the Grand Duke would reward meritorious deeds, and the Archduke of Bavaria and Madame Catherine were notorious for their impartiality.

What the 200,000 Duchy soldiers are most looking forward to is when the next war will begin.

During the brief period of peace, Catherine's massive war machine was also running wildly, with tens of thousands of high-quality swords and armor changing the costumes of the principality's soldiers, and new well-equipped regiments constantly joining the principality's battle sequence. Most of these new legions were based on the skeleton of the legions that had played a successful role in the Rhine War. Experienced veterans have been promoted, new rookies will receive valuable guidance from veterans, and high-quality armor and swords and high-intensity training will give them a few more chances to save their lives when they first go to battle.

Now the whole South is waiting with bated breath to see who will be the next target of this terrifying monster of war in Bavaria.

There were eight countries bordering the Duchy and the Rhine League, and all but four of the Duchy's allies were desperately expanding their armaments. It was clear that even after the complete annexation of the Rhine League, 200,000 troops would be a heavy burden for the Duchy of Bavaria, and it was only a matter of time before a new war was launched. With the full support of the Church of Light, both the Austro-Hungarian and Droe empires took a side-by-side attitude towards Bavaria's expansion, as long as the principalities did not bring war to their subjects.

In addition to the war, another topic of conversation in the city of Lille was the newly born heir of the Grand Duke.

Catherine gave birth to a boy ten days earlier. The next day, the Grand Duke of Bavaria issued a decree appointing the boy as his heir.

Seven days later, the Pope personally administered the baptism of the boy.

After giving birth to her child, and after only ten days of rest, Catherine sat down at her desk again and began to think about the operation of the entire war machine of the principality.

The door opened, and the Grand Duke entered.

The pale golden light on the Grand Duke's face became more and more obvious, and the oval spar in the center of his forehead was enlarged again, emitting a soft amber glow. Months of conquest did not add to the Grand Duke's color, but made him look younger. At a glance now, the Grand Duke is in his early thirties, and his face is full of majesty, revealing a trace of demonic charm.

"Why don't you rest for a few more days?" looked at the papers piled up in front of Catherine's case, the Grand Duke couldn't help but frown.

Catherine smiled gracefully and said, "The body that can recover quickly and the extraordinary energy are gifts from the Most High God. My dear, you don't have to worry about me at all. We don't have much time right now, we have to seize every minute and every opportunity. Having conquered the Rhine League, your sword is far from being sheathed. It's only when your scepter is planted on the southern beaches that it's time for us to take a break. ”

When it comes to conquest, Catherine's face glows with a dazzling brilliance, and it is stunningly beautiful.

She gently took the Grand Duke's hand and said, "My dear, even if we want to stop now. Two hundred thousand soldiers are waiting, waiting for your sword to show them the way, waiting for you to lead them to conquer, to take riches, glory, land, and power. This is your greatest treasure and a sword hanging over your head. Even if we wanted to bring peace to the South now, they wouldn't agree. In order for the glory of Bavaria to shine on the whole south, I have to work harder, what is it?"

The Grand Duke nodded and said, "Okay." My dear, remember to prioritize the regrouped elite corps to David Rocherio, who is stationed at the border. Let's replenish him with 10,000 elite warriors first, so that his legion reaches a full strength of 30,000. Recently, it is very likely that Austria-Hungary will make some small moves on the border to test our combat effectiveness. Hmph, if you don't chop off all the claws they stretched out, you will inevitably make them underestimate the principality. ”

Catherine said, "My dear, your territory is already big enough, when are you going to be crowned on the throne?"

The Grand Duke pondered for a long time, and said slowly: "The throne is just a false title. As long as we have good generals, elite soldiers, and plenty of money, it doesn't matter if we have a crown or not. The role of these false titles was exaggerated in the minds of many nobles. A principality will at least appear to be much weaker than a kingdom or empire, although this is often not the case. There is nothing wrong with letting our enemies underestimate us. If we become kings, and we continue to expand, we will have to add a crown to ourselves. This would cause unnecessary unease in the Austro-Hungarian and Dro empires, and possibly even lead to interference. My dear, we should take a long-term view, and we don't want these flashy things. We can make concessions and be humble in diplomatic etiquette and even on unimportant interests. Keeping the two empires neutral is crucial at the moment, and a small loss is not a big deal. But if they dare to get involved in our core interests, then they stretch out a few fingers, and I will chop off a few for them!"

Catherine stared at the archduke's handsome and bewitching face, and said softly: "My dear, this is the hero in my heart! These days, I have flipped through the history books, and I happen to see the aphorism of a famous ancient general, and I think it is very suitable as the slogan of your Lionheart Knights." You have a look. ”

Catherine opened a book on the table and pointed out a sentence from it to the Archduke.

The Grand Duke's eyes fell on the book and read softly: "I came, I saw, I conquered." ”

The Grand Duke repeatedly recalled these three sentences, and the pale golden flames on his body couldn't help but rise. He stood still, a proud smile on his face, and said, "That's it!"

The Grand Duke sat down beside Catherine and said, "My dear, I am at the front, you have managed the duchy very well, very well, I have nothing to fault with. It's just that the prosecutor you picked is not quite suitable. Although Sarmat is known as an upright and iron-fisted person, his abilities are too limited. The position of prosecutor is not up to the task of having a noble bloodline and a good reputation, my dear, I have heard a lot of complaints about you during this time, complaining that you are too cold-blooded, that you have no regard for the traditions of the nobility. ”

Catherine still said in a slow, elegant tone, "So, my dear, do you believe these complaints?"

The Grand Duke smiled and said, "My dear, you are still too young, and experience and wisdom take time to accumulate. If I were in your position, I would have killed these people as well, and maybe more. But it's not me who did it, you know? So, the position of prosecutor is very important, and we need a smart guy to wield this butcher's knife. He's smart enough to figure out for himself the people we want to kill. He also has to be brave enough and responsible, and dare to bring all the anger and blame to himself. Ideally, he should also be smart enough to be able to keep himself in this position for as long as possible. If we find such a person, then all you have to do is hint at him when you need it. The reputation of murder and cold-bloodedness is completely borne by him!"

Catherine asked, "Honey, you must have the right person, right?"

"Of course, this man is Franco. You once proposed to make him the prosecutor, why did you change it to Sarmat?"

Catherine hesitated: "He is very intelligent and loyal, and the main thing is that he sees the danger of this position. If we sit in the position of procurator, it may not be long before we have to kill him in order to appease the anger of the nobles. Dear, there are not many useful people in the principality. And it's not a pity to kill someone like Sarmat to kill it. ”

The Grand Duke sighed, "My dear, I know he is a talent. Aoife valued Rogge, Kate and Franco very much during his lifetime, and personally promoted them. Although this child is affectionate and affectionate, he has a very sharp eye for choosing people. Kate has succeeded in killing the two archmagisers, and I am ready to let him command the vanguard army of 5,000 men. Franco is meticulous, ruthless, and discerning, and his loyalty to us is unquestionable as long as the Principality remains in power. As for that Rogge, it was even more incredible, he was able to eat the pursuers of the Church of Light on the way to escape, and now I heard that the situation in the north has been messed up again, and a lot of power has been established in a short period of time. These are talents, alas, Aoife ......."

Catherine patted the Grand Duke's hand lightly and said softly: "My dear, although you have lost an Ophee, our little Crassus must be a hero when he grows up!"

The Grand Duke perked up a little and smiled, "Of course! We must make good use of Kate and Franco, who are not only talents themselves, but whose influence may be of great use when they face Rogge one day." Except through the eyes of the Most High God, tomorrow is always unpredictable. Who knows how far Rogge will go in the North? Rest assured, my dear, Franco knows what it takes to live up to our demands and stay in this position for a long time. And in this position, he will make enemies everywhere, and he will have no way out but to cling to us. This should be regarded as the price of his gaining power. ”

The Grand Duke's tone turned cold and said, "Tell Franco that he will be the new prosecutor of the principality from next month." As for Sarmat, let him hang all the dozen or so members of the Abbiati family in prison, and then you can find an excuse to execute him during the month, and by the way, appease the anger of the Marquis Abbiati. ”

The fighting in the south has subsided for the time being, and the war in the north is nearing its end.

Charlie rode his horse and slowly marched along the wide central avenue of the royal capital of Latvia, and at the end of the avenue was the royal palace of Latvia.

The defenders of the royal capital still put up a stubborn resistance, although their defeat was assured.

Sometimes, skirmishes even broke out right next to Charlie. But the knights gathered in Charlie are all former Golden Lion Knights, and the Latvian city defense army with dozens of people will be killed by the original Golden Lion Knights in a short period of time, no matter how desperate the attack.

Shouts of killing, screams, flames, and smoke cast a cloud of gloom over the former prosperous king of Latvia.

Although the victory was in hand, Charlie's mood couldn't be happier.

When he marched to the royal city of Latvia, the defenders of the city numbered only 3,000 men, including the Janissaries. Charlie immediately attacked the city with his army, and after successfully attracting the main force of the defenders and the magicians to the other side, he concentrated eight elven high-level magicians and bombarded the city gate with all his might, and in the blink of an eye, the city gate without the protection of the magician was blown down.

After storming the royal capital, Charles concentrated all his elite main forces to attack the Latvian royal palace, which was guarded by a thousand Praetorian Guards, while the rest of the troops began to disperse, searching for and annihilating the remnants of the city's defenses and capturing important targets selected in advance.

Although the Latvian royal palace is heavily defended, the ability of the Tikton hoplites with the support of elven mages to overcome the fortified fortress is unmatched. No matter which of these eight elven high-level magicians is, their magic power is enough to serve as the role of the Grand Magician of the Palace in any country of the Holy Alliance. Charlie knows the horrors of the power of a magician with perfect protection. Therefore, he was not worried that he would not be able to capture the palace, and he was not even worried that the casualties of the soldiers would be large, after all, the most elite warriors in his hands who went to attack the kingdom were essentially different from those rookie level new armies that had just broken away.

Charlie was worried about what would happen after he had conquered the entire kingdom of Latvia.

If the king of Latvia abandoned the city and fled, Charlie was not so worried. Although it is normal to flee under such circumstances, a fugitive king has no high status in the eyes of his subjects. But now the king of Latvia is defending the palace and vowing to live and die with the kingdom. With such a bad precedent, the future revolt in Latvia is only afraid that it will give Rogge a headache.

In the process of marching into the royal capital, Charles also annihilated several scattered enemy troops. In the first few battles, under the desperate fight of the other party, there was confusion among the recruits of Are, and some even trampled to death by stampeding on each other. Charlie had no choice but to call in elven archers and Tipton warriors to completely annihilate the remnants of the encircled army.

But in the next few battles, these recruits behaved much better. But Charlie knew that this was not because the combat effectiveness of the recruits was approaching by leaps and bounds, but because their numerical advantage was too great, and they could be supported by several elite troops at any time behind them, and Charlie was commanding and dispatching on the battlefield.

However, many of Charlie's orders were not carried out in battle. A large number of recruits can be recruited, but excellent, brave, and loyal middle and lower-ranking officers cannot be recruited. Charlie needed a large number of qualified mid- and lower-ranking officers, but these people could only be cultivated through long hours of training or through multiple battles. This is the fatal wound of tens of thousands of new troops in Arre.

But in order to turn these recruits into good fighters as soon as possible, Charlie still tries to use recruits in every battle. Before attacking the royal capital, in order to prevent the recruits from recurring in chaos in the complicated street fighting, he gave a death order, and in the event of an unexpected attack, everyone was not allowed to retreat, and they must resist in place. The numerical advantage of the Arley army is too great, and as long as these recruits can hold out for a while, the reinforcements that arrive will surround and eat the few sneak attackers.

At this time, the Latvian royal palace was already in sight.

The king of Latvia believes in light, and His Majesty is kind and kind. After the age of thirty, he also adopted many orphans, selected talents from them to teach martial arts and magic, and the best talents would be incorporated into the forbidden army when they grew up, and the rest would be appointed in the army. Although the number of these orphans is small, their loyalty to the Kingdom of Latvia is unshakable.

The royal palace of Latvia is vast and has many buildings. The Praetorian Guards faced the elite warriors of the Duchy of Are, using every corner, every wall, and every corridor to put up a desperate resistance. But this time Charlie will never let the Wright Fortress happen again. Protected by Array's most elite hoplites and Tikton warriors in this complex terrain, eight high-level elven mages unleash their incredible lethality. In particularly treacherous areas, they often use powerful magic to blow away the cover along with the Praetorian Guard. Although the progress of the capture of the palace in this way was somewhat slow, the casualties of the elite soldiers were minimal.

When the Latvian king's palace was stormed, the real obstacle came. Both the king and queen of Latvia had retreated into the chamber, which was led by a narrow passage barely enough for two heavily armed warriors to walk side by side. Dozens of the most elite and brave Praetorian Guards guarded the road with their own flesh and blood.

The corridor was too narrow for the tall Ticton warriors to exert their combat power, and the elven mages had exhausted their magical powers. After a battle to the death, even Zagul was seriously wounded.

After listening to the battle report of the messenger knight, Charlie immediately jumped up, and his figure shining with milky white fighting spirit disappeared in the direction of the palace in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, Charlie, who was holding a long sword and shining with a fighting spirit all over his body, appeared in the corridor. In front of him, dozens of Praetorian Guard soldiers were covered in bruises, one after another, blocking Charlie's path with their bodies. The most powerful one among them was only a thirteenth-level warrior, but he was able to support it for so long, in addition to the geographical advantage, the determination to die generously was the main reason. While respecting the bravery of these warriors, Charlie on the battlefield is absolutely ruthless.

He let out a low sigh and began to walk slowly.

Flesh, arms, and even internal organs splattered around him, and the entire corridor was already flushed!

Charlie finally stepped into the secret room, and behind him, there was a mutilated corpse.

With his unrivaled fighting spirit and sword skills, he completely dismembered the warriors in front of him one by one, and only then was he able to step into the secret room.

The chamber is very large, and the walls are covered with portraits of the kings of Latvia. Rows of shelves are lined with precious antiques and jade. On the two thrones in the middle of the chamber, the king and queen of Latvia sat in full costume, and although they had long since died of poison, they still had a bit of the majesty of their lives.

Looking at the eyes of the king of Latvia, who were still angry, Charlie sighed secretly.

He knew that in the future, he might not have a good time in Latvia.

On a spring day, the bodies of Ikrell and King Romon were transported to the City of Oracles.

After Iclaire's death, the old king, who was too ill, did not survive for ten days. Or rather, he didn't want to hold it up for too long.

Looking at the two gorgeous dark purple coffins, Rogge's heart twitched quietly. He then ordered that Ikrel be buried by the valley lake, in a sunny place with mountains and rivers in the background. On the same day, a lifelike statue of Ikreel was quietly placed in the Elven Temple, and next to her there was already a statue: Melan.

I just don't know how many more statues will be placed in this empty hall in a few years.

To Rogge's surprise, there was a debate among the Elven Elders over whether or not to bury King Romon next to Ikrel. One faction believes that Romon is just a lecherous filthy human who defiles Iclair, and that he must not be allowed to stay with Iclair. The other school argues that Lomon, who is willing to die for Ikere, has true love for her, and that all true love is pure and beautiful.

In the quarrels of the Presbyterian Church, Hughes has always been unassertive, and everything is decided by Rogge.

Through the wide window of the Presbyterian Church, Rogge quietly looked at the clear blue sky, and only after a moment sighed, "Although the life of the human race is short, it still takes extraordinary courage to be able to give up life. Romon is sincere about Ikrel, but we have no way of knowing Ikrel's heart...... and bury them next to each other. ”

That night, Rogge did not meditate, nor did he exercise his mental strength, he just stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the smooth surface of the lake and the crescent moon reflected in the lake.

Tonight's moonlight is a strange blood red.

"What are you thinking?" asked Essy Lot. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to speak to Rogge.

Rogge didn't seem surprised at all, and replied calmly, "Thinking back on all the things I've done during this time. ”

"Why do you think about this?"

"In order not to make the same mistake again in the future. ”

"Do you think your heart wasn't ruthless enough in the past?"

Rogge sighed: "Sometimes it's not ruthless enough, sometimes it's too ruthless. The scale of this is really difficult to grasp. ”

Elsy Lott was silent for a while, and then asked, "You make me laugh every day, you work hard, right?"

Rogge smiled: "It's not easy, but since I promised the Death Class, I will definitely do it." ”

"Rog......" Elsy Lot's voice was a little strange.

Rogge looked back and saw that the clothes on the ice puppet's whole body were slipping silently, and in the blink of an eye, Elsy Lot was completely standing in front of him.

Under the blood-colored moonlight, Elsy Lot's ** exudes a soft luster. Her whole body is not at all what Rogge remembers, and now she looks very thin, with a chest like a pigeon, although beautiful, but only slightly raised.

Her whole body was made of ice, and her whole body was extremely clean.

But what touched Rogge's nerves were the dozens of faint scars crisscrossing her body!

Rog's pupils couldn't help but shrink, he looked at Elsyllot's icy blue eyes, and finally just sighed.

Elsy Lott dressed casually, and said in her unique voice, untouched and mixed with the howling of the ice wind, "You don't have to make me laugh again, as long as you are willing to take me with you all the time, and promise me that you will never tell me a lie." ”

Rogge sighed again and nodded.

"Then I ask you, do you regret what happened to our village?" Elsy Lott looked at Rogge quietly.

Facing the clear gaze of the ice puppet, Rogge suddenly felt an invisible heavy pressure.

Did he regret it?

Rogge took a deep breath and said calmly: "I will never regret what I have done." If I could get back to where I was, I would try to find a better way to eliminate the church's pursuers. But if there was no better way, I would still do it. ”

Elsylott sighed as if in a low voice.

She suddenly smiled and said, "This is the Rogge in my heart." Well, I've laughed today, you don't have to worry. ”

Rogge suddenly didn't know what to say.

As if she was thinking about something, she suddenly added, "Didn't you want to get an elf to chuang that day?

Rogge smiled bitterly and said, "You look at it like that, I ......"

"You're good for me if I don't exist, I'd love to see it. Aren't some people just like to be watched......"

Rogge was taken aback, this Elsie Lott knows a lot!

He nodded and said, "Okay, you can watch it if you want." When I'm interested in the next two days, I'll call an elf to come. ”

"Also," I don't know why, under the reflection of the blood-colored moonlight tonight, Elsyllot's words are very special: "We have a big beauty downstairs...... Aren't you ready to take advantage of such a great opportunity?"

Rogge was slightly stunned and said, "What chance?"

"She's sad, aren't you going to take advantage of it?"

Rogge laughed and said, "So that's the case! You don't have to worry about it, it's not an overnight effort to subdue that little goblin." This is urgent, we have to take our time. What's more, she's been tired for so long, let her rest more. ”

"You should comfort her, you'll get twice the result with half the effort now. "Elsy Lot was very persistent.

Rogge smiled and said, "Aren't you jealous then?"

He stretched out his hand to stroke Essyllot's little face, but the ice puppet opened its mouth and let out a breath of cold air, condensing a piece of ice on Rog's hand. Rogge smiled wryly and had to stop. A black flame flashed in his hand, and the ice disappeared without a trace.

"My whole person is a piece of ice now, and I don't have any feelings at all. Jealous? Elsy Lott replied coldly.

Rogge smiled bitterly and said, "Okay! I'll go downstairs now, you can come with me." ”

Elsy Lott shook her head and said, "I don't follow her when you go to find her. You can go without worry. ”

Rogge shook his head helplessly, he was also a little helpless against this inexplicable Xiaoice puppet. It's just that the scars on her body make Rogge's heart ach faintly. Aside from the Grim Reaper's Class, Rog was really unwilling to go against the wishes of the girl who had been tortured by him.

Watching Rogge's figure disappear into the doorway, the blue light in Elsyllot's eyes faded and was replaced by a howling icy wind.

There was a sudden ripple in the dark room, and Fengyue's figure appeared like a ghost. She looked quietly at the door where Rogge had left, and for a long time, she lowered her head and looked at Essy Lot, who was looking at her quietly.

"You have one more chance. Fengyue said lightly.

Elsy Lott shook her head firmly, still firmly.

Feng Yue didn't say anything anymore, her hands were wrapped in front of her chest again, and her figure gradually blurred and disappeared.

The city of oracles is surrounded by primeval forests that stretch for thousands of miles.

It was supposed to be a paradise for monsters and poisonous insects, but one of the small forests was now lifeless. There is no trace of the demonic beasts and fierce birds with a slight spirit surname at the moment. Only the insects and ants without intelligence will still be infested here.

Under the reflection of the blood moon, a strong blue light flashed from time to time in this death-filled forest, and then there was a roar, and one or several towering ancient trees would slowly fall.

Even if a frightened nightbird flew by in the sky, it would be struck into a cloud of star dust by a blue lightning.

There are already dozens of clearings of various sizes in the forest. In one of the clearings, Androni was sitting on the ground, staring gloomily at the falling blue sky in front of her.

Her long hair was very messy, and the elven guardian samurai uniform on her body was torn. Androni's brow furrowed, biting her lower lip as she thought to herself. Looking at her haggard face, I don't know how long I haven't slept anymore.

"Are you really going to find that dead fat man?" her face began to turn pale again.

Her gaze suddenly froze, fixed on a pair of snow-white feet that were a foot above the ground and floating in the air.

Androni stood up suddenly, and exclaimed in surprise and joy, "Fengyue!"

The black-haired and silver-eyed Fengyue is still as dreamy as ever.

Androni's eyes were dripping with water, and she bit her lower lip lightly, just staring at Fengyue deadly.

"Stab me with all your might. Fengyue said coldly.

Androni obediently lifted the blue starry sky, and with a clear sigh, the blue light on her body was sheng, and she stabbed at Fengyue like a sword like wind and thunder.

Feng Yue's right hand was lightly raised, and she grasped the tip of the sword in the blue starry sky. Although she stood in the air, no matter how much Androni urged her to fight, she couldn't push her back in the slightest. And this time, Fengyue's white and tender right hand did not leave a trace at all.

As soon as Fengyue's hand loosened, Androni involuntarily took a few steps back, she stared at Fengyue like water and said, "Dead Fengyue, why are you getting more and more powerful." ”

Fengyue completely ignored her words, and Bai Shengsheng's right hand was raised again, pointing at Androni's throat.

A small cloud of white flame ignited on her fingertips, and in terms of strength alone, it was slightly weaker than the starry sky fighting qi that Androni had unleashed with all her might.

Androni's expression was solemn, and she used her sword with all her strength to slash at Fengyue's fingers, anyway, she knew that she couldn't hurt Fengyue's right hand.

Originally, Androni made the artifact fall into the starry sky with a fighting luck stronger than Fengyue, and it should not fall into the wind anyway, at least it can block the coming momentum of Fengyue. But somehow, every time the blade of the blue starry sky came into contact with Fengyue's right hand, it would first feel a slight miss at that moment, and then it was bounced to the side, and it couldn't stop Fengyue's right hand at all.

Androni was horrified, the power used by Fengyue at this moment was obviously inferior to herself!

In the blink of an eye, the tip of Fengyue's right finger was less than a foot away from her throat.

Androni exclaimed in surprise and quickly retreated, but how could her speed compare to Fengyue? In an instant, a cold blow fell in her throat, and she was lightly slapped by Fengyue.

Androni froze, she really didn't understand how Fengyue hit her in the throat.

But Fengyue's hand did not stop or withdraw it, but probed into the hem of Androni's clothes. And not only the right hand, but also the left hand reached in.

In an instant, the cold little hands that seemed to have magical power began to roam around Androni's body again.

Androny's whole body was weak, and her eyes were like silk. She groaned and leaned softly towards Feng Yue.

But Feng Yue's figure suddenly disappeared, and then appeared a few meters away. Androni lost her balance for a moment and fell heavily to the ground.

"Dead Wind Moon! You...... What are you doing!" Androni stood up, her body was still soft, she was ashamed and angry, and couldn't help but snort softly at Fengyue.

Feng Yue still ignored her words, and only said lightly: "Remember to help him in the future." ”

Androni was stunned and asked, "Rogge?"

"Who else but him?" the bone dragon couldn't help but howl as he poked his head out of the air.

A silver glint flashed in Fengyue's eyes, and the bone dragon let out a wail, and was forcibly thrown back to the other world.

"Sure enough, it's him!" Androni chuckled, "Speaking of which, I was completely fooled the last time he asked about you! he probably never thought I would lie......, did hehe? What is the relationship between you?"

Feng Yue sighed inaudibly, and whispered, "Actually, let him know...... It doesn't matter anymore. ”

"What did you say?" Androni didn't hear clearly.

But Fengyue's figure has gradually blurred, and it dissipated in a blink of an eye.

"Dead Wind Moon, every time you steal food, you run so fast!" Androni couldn't help but scold. She remembered the feeling of her cold little hands just now, and her heart beat violently again.

Finally, Androni, whose face was flushed and amazingly charming, calmed down, and she carefully recalled every detail of her encounter with Fengyue, until the weak-looking but unstoppable finger reached her throat......

She jumped to her feet and screamed, just thinking, "It turns out that the use and control of power is the key to entering the Sanctuary! Oh my God, I'm so stupid! Even that dead fat man said that my strength was enough, why did I always think about how to increase my fighting spirit? But ...... How does that fat man know?

With a gesture of her hand, the blue starry sky flew into her hand again, and the blue light kept shining in the forest......

On a mountain peak in the Otherworld, the bone dragon was lying there bored, staring at a small pile of blue crystals in front of him. When the blue luster of the hedron was about to fade, the bone dragon would spray a small breath of dragon breath to coat the pile of stones with a blue halo.

A small white hand suddenly appeared in front of the bone dragon's eyes. Before the bone dragon could react, the small hand plunged directly into the bone dragon's skull, digging out the huge blue spar in the middle of its forehead. In front of this delicate little hand, the bone dragon's hard skull was made of flour.

Gregory trembled with nervousness, he had waited too long for this moment.

The blue spar in Fengyue's hand suddenly lit up, and the blue became more and more intense, until finally it was so thick that it seemed to drip out.

Fengyue put the blue hedron into the bone dragon's skull again.

Gregory howled suddenly, the huge dragon head raised high, and pale blue flames began to burn in the hollow eye sockets.

The bone dragon soared into the sky, hovering in the air for weeks before swooping down, a small cloud of heavy blue breath erupting like a cannonball, hitting a monolith a meter square. The bone dragon then added a claw, and the boulder exploded into stardust in the sky, leaving not even a trace of stone dust behind.

Gregory jumped up and down like crazy, flying up and down the entire mountain, constantly turning boulders into aquamarines, and then blasting them hard, testing the power of his breath again and again, and each time the result of the test, the bone dragon howled excitedly.

Fengyue rarely didn't punish the Bone Dragon's madness, she just quietly looked into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

The bone dragon tossed too hard, and it didn't take long for it to be exhausted. It flapped its wings as hard as it could, and barely flew back to Fengyue's side.

But Fengyue's behavior has been a little strange recently, and even the bone dragon feels that something is wrong.

"Master, is something happening?" Gregory had just fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and he was extremely excited and a little bolder.

Fengyue stood quietly in the air, and the dozens of armor leaves of the demon lotus slowly flew around her with pale white trails.

With a bare hand, she took a piece of demon lotus armor leaf that was flying in front of her. On that blade, there was a silver teardrop-shaped mark that flowed slowly like life.

It was the imprint of Rogge's soul.

Feng Yue gently caressed this soul imprint, and the spiritual imprint gradually dissipated in the wind of the other world

Gregory was taken aback, and his heart became more and more uneasy, and he hurriedly howled, "Master, what are you doing?

Feng Yue said lightly: "I have already agreed with the kings on the time of the decisive battle. Regardless of whether this battle is won or lost, everything in the past is written off. You don't have to hide, you can have your own legions. ”

"But master! those kings must have a conspiracy! they will definitely be in Europe, don't go!"

"It's a one-on-one showdown. I trust in the kings' promises. ”

The bone dragon still did not give up: "But isn't it good that we are like this now? as long as there is enough time, one day you will be able to trample these kings under your feet." Why give them this opportunity for nothing?"

Feng Yue sighed lightly and said, "The Ninth Knight Heinrich has returned. The ...... he's been to that world."

The demon lotus quietly covered Fengyue's body, and she spread her wings and soared into the sky, piercing the thick clouds of the otherworldly sky and disappearing into the endless lead clouds.

"But the master ......," the bone dragon cried, its mental fluctuations echoing in vain from mountain peak to peak.

Gregory fell silent, unable to detect Fengyue's whereabouts, so he could only crouch on the mountain peak and wait.

Waiting for the victory of Fengyue to return.

Only waiting......

The end of "Flaming Red Lips".

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