In early summer, the once cold and desolate northern country is now teeming with life.

It's the best season in the Northland. The pale blue sky was quiet and high, and a few faint clouds floated comfortably, and if you looked at it, you could faintly see several birds of prey hovering in the sky.

The wide avenue is lined with dense forests, and the towering old trees have shed their inky winter coats and replaced them with new emerald green clothes. There are a large number of birds flying in the forest from time to time. The birds of the northern country are large and colorful, which is very different from the south.

The road was already within the empire, leading to the capital of the province of Duke Doriac, and then turned north, all the way to Yanjing Richelieu. It would take a lot of manpower and money to carve out such a wide road from a primeval forest. From this path alone, one can see the ambitions of the Asrofik Empire towards the Holy Alliance. It's just that Feuerbach the Great first fell into the quagmire of the Dwarven Empire, and then lost a large number of the Empire's most elite warriors in the Abyss World, and then encountered many difficulties in attacking the Dark Forest, so his eyes never had the opportunity to invest in the Holy Alliance.

Despite this, the wide road surface has long been trampled by the iron hooves of the war horses.

The sound of horses' hooves woke the forest from a nap in the warm sun. At the end of the road, more than a hundred knights in dark blue armor appeared. The knights, guarding a dozen wagons in the middle of the procession, were galloping along the main road.

A carriage in the middle of the line was a standout. Every detail of the carriage is impeccably exquisite, and the strange beast of the four horses pulling the carriage is also eye-catching. On each side of the carriage were two knights, and judging by the curves of their figures, it was clear that they were four female knights. The magical longbows they carry and the ornate, intricate and delicate style of their armor all reflect the characteristics of the elves.

The road surface is not smooth. At this speed, the rest of the wagons in the group were jolting violently, and only the carriage, guarded by elves, was as smooth as a boat floating on a tranquil lake.

The carriage was wide and comfortable, and although it seats five people, it is still not crowded.

In the rest of the carriage sat dozens of magicians of the Ice Mage Regiment. This journey was a little too hard for these frail magicians. By the time they camped at night, the magicians must have been exhausted by the jolts of the carriage.

At this time, Pompey's Poseidon Legion had been left far behind, and Duke Dolyak was leading his army to garrison the newly occupied territory, and could not go to Yanjing with Pompey.

Rogge leaned lightly on the back of his seat in a light shirt and wide robe. On his left hand side is Floya, and on his right side is the wind butterfly, which is really a scene that is the envy of men all over the world. Opposite Rogge, sat the dough dough, the amiable Pompey and the archmage Rockefeller.

Floya is as beautiful as a butterfly, just an elf eccentric, a quiet and elegant. Their countenances might catch the attention of most men, but the three in the carriage were not among them. Pompey gazed leisurely out the window at the speeding scenery, but Rogge knew that his sharp gaze had already caught in all the details of the carriage. Rockefeller couldn't help but look at Floya.

The goblin glared back unceremoniously, a pair of turquoise eyes staring into Rockefeller's gray eyes, not giving an inch.

Rockefeller suddenly smiled and said, "This young lady should be a disciple of Master Hierro, Her Royal Highness Princess Floya of the former Rhine League, right?"

The little goblin was taken aback, and his arrogance immediately fell, and he exclaimed, "Ahh

Rockefeller laughed, "Although the archmages are scattered across the continent, they are much closer to each other than they seem on the surface. It's no secret that Master Hierro has taken you as an apprentice, and it's not a secret that the artifact Paradise Lost is in his hands. I sensed the existence of Paradise Lost in you just now, so it's not hard to guess that you are Princess Floya. ”

The little goblin rolled his eyes and said, "So, Master Rockefeller and the teacher have a very good relationship?"

Rockefeller smiled: "This ...... It should be regarded as some friendship. More than ten years ago, Master Hierro once patronized a temple of the Silver Holy Sect. ”

Floya's face was slightly red, of course she knew the teacher's hobbies, and it must not be a good thing for Hiero to patronize the temple of the Silver Holy Sect. It's just that I don't know if there will be a harvest from Hierro among the many magical equipment on her body. But then she remembered that Hierro had long since died and her own country had become a term in the history books, and she couldn't help but look gloomy for a while.

Rockefeller also remembered this and couldn't help but feel a little apologetic.

At this moment, Pompey withdrew his gaze from the car window and said with a smile: "I have been in the army for more than 20 years, and today is the most relaxed and comfortable trip." This carriage of Lord Rogge is a rare good thing!"

Rogge smiled, "If Master Pompey likes it, you might as well take it." ”

Pompey shook his head and said, "As soldiers, it's better to stay away from these comfortable things." What's more, Lord Rogge's carriage is worth an astonishing amount, and I can't afford such a valuable gift. While there is still time, let me briefly talk about the situation in the Empire, and Lord Rogge should be prepared. The situation in the empire right now is very complicated. The Emperor was a man of great prowess and opened up a large territory for the empire over the decades. Even in the court, the emperor is just as brave, and there are currently fifty-one princes and forty-six princesses. Mistress Rogge is a smart man, and of course understands what this means for the Empire's political situation. ”

Rogge nodded.

"The executive power of the empire was largely in the hands of Prime Minister Straw. In addition, the more than ten grand dukes guarding the border are also powerful figures. Of course, it won't be long before you and Prince Kerry of Leighton will become important figures in the Empire's political arena. In terms of military power, power has always been concentrated in the hands of the emperor alone. In terms of armies, Alexander with the Glacier Legion, Frederick with the Tides Legion and I were the ones who could talk. As for the religious aspect, Lord Rogge should be aware that the Silver Holy Cult and the City of Cloud Night are currently at war. Let's leave Master Rockefeller to talk about this. ”

Rockefeller continued: "Lord Rogge is not an outsider, so I will be blunt. The history of the Silver Cult is longer than the Empire, and under the guidance of the Ice Goddess, we have gone through a hundred years of struggle to expel the power of the Church of Light from the Asrofik Empire. But now we are in a bad situation, and the City of Cloud Night has fully gained the upper hand. The Druids are also enemies of Lord Rogg, as I candidly ask Lord Rogue for help in the fight against the City of Night. ”

Rogge said, "If it weren't for the help of the Silver Holy Sect and Master Pompey, I wouldn't be where I am today. However, Master, what do you think is the main reason why the Silver Holy Sect is currently at a disadvantage?"

Rockefeller said calmly: "In recent decades, the Silver Holy Sect has rarely produced capable talents, and now our magicians are far inferior to Cloud Night City in terms of quantity and quality. And my blizzard magic is not suitable for a duel between magicians, which means that if it were to be a magic duel, I am afraid that I am no match for the wrath of the sky. ”

Pompey continued: "Now that the Imperial Chancellor Straw and Frederick of the 'Tides' Corps have fallen to the side of the City of Cloud, they want to put the Thirteen Princes on the throne of the Crown Prince, and we have always supported the Grand Prince. Now the situation in the empire is becoming more and more tense. In recent months, we have been engaged in several private battles with the City of Nightfall, each with casualties. However, although we are at a disadvantage, we can still maintain the balance of the situation. If Master Rogge had been willing to help us, it would have been a completely different story. The many strong people around you will be the power to determine the surname. ”

Rogge pondered and asked Rockefeller, "Master, I would like to ask what is the attitude of the Silver Holy Sect towards other gods?"

Rockefeller said, "My faith belongs to the goddess of ice and snow." But my magic revealed to me the existence of other gods. We are not a monistic religion, and we are not arrogant and stupid enough to deny the existence of other gods. ”

Rogge immediately said, "That's good. The two adults must have heard of the Eye of Wisdom in the Holy Alliance, and this church has a good relationship with me. If they spread the doctrine and develop the cult in the empire in the future, I wonder if they can get the support of the two lords and the Silver Holy Sect?"

Rockefeller nodded: "Since it is related to Lord Rogge, there is naturally no problem." ”

Rogge smiled: "In the future, in the empire, there will be more support from two adults!"

Pompey smiled and said, "Lord Rogge is so talented and powerful that even the City of Cloud Night can't help you. And you will soon become one of the few princes of the empire, so to speak, on the side of power. In a few years, it should be Lord Rogge who will help us more. ”

Rogge laughed and said, "Master Pompey has won the prize." It doesn't take a year or two for a person like me to gain trust in the Empire. If it weren't for Master Pompey and Master Rockefeller to take care of me, I wouldn't have had a good time in the future. ”

"Master Rogge don't have to worry about that. Rockefeller said: "Our Asrofik Empire has always paid attention to promises, meritorious deeds will be rewarded, and mistakes will be punished, and special emphasis is placed on military merits, which is by no means different from those insidious and shameless southerners." You have made great contributions to the Empire, and what the Emperor promised you will definitely be fully fulfilled. ”

At that moment, there was harmony in the carriage, and the three of them talked very happily.

Floya sat quietly, listening to the men's conversation, trying to dress up as a lady.

Feng Die looked out the window, deaf to the words and laughter in the carriage, she is truly elegant and quiet.

Pompey suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "There was something I almost forgot to remind Lord Rogge." At present, there are twenty-two unmarried princesses in the empire, and eleven are over the age of fourteen. If I remember correctly, then there are beautiful and docile princesses, and there are also ...... Well, not so outstanding. In the matter of your marriage to the princess, the side of Cloud Night City will definitely have many difficulties. But in any case, you also have to marry back a princess and get the title of prince. ”

Rogge was slightly stunned and said, "Is there any difference between this?"

"The difference is very big. Pompey said, "The most important point is that the emperor's [***] law stipulates that the prince who is in charge of a country can have no more than 150,000 private troops, and can conduct foreign conquests. And the Grand Duke could not have more than 50,000 private soldiers, and the 100,000 army of Duke Dolyak was the Emperor's concession. If it weren't for the prince's knighthood, half of your current army of 100,000 would probably be disbanded at once. In addition, the empire was very lenient with princes in terms of succession and pardon of crimes. All in all, you have to get your hands on this prince. In this way, at least the people of the Thirteen Princes will not dare to move your mind in the Akari. ”

Pompey added: "Women have no status in the empire, and the emperor has many concubines, and there are no particularly favored among them. The status and wealth of the princesses and their mothers' families often depend on the quality of the princess's marriage. This is good for you. ”

Rogge was silent, he didn't believe that the Empire would trust him completely. In the Asrofik Empire, which advocates force, elite warriors and many strong men are power, status, and security. In any case, Pompeo's reminder is indeed very important.

It's just that Floya smiled, but she had a silver needle between her fingers, and she gave Rogge a few hard blows in secret. The little goblin knew that Rog's skin was thick and thick, let alone his nails, and even a slightly blunt knife might not be able to pierce his skin. But no matter how tough Rogge's skin is, it will never be able to withstand the sharp tip of the needle.

Rogge knew that Pompey and Rockefeller valued him, mainly because he had many skilled people under him. For example, Wind Butterfly and Floya in the carriage can be called masters of martial arts and magic. However, they didn't know about the existence of the two Sacred Domain powerhouses, the Death God Class and Fengyue, and they didn't know that there was a person like Xiusi, who was incredibly slippery. These ace fat men don't intend to reveal it. The people in the carriage are just temporarily aligning their interests and using each other, and if the city of clouds falls, it is difficult to guarantee that Pompey and Rockefeller will not target Roge.

Since he made peace with Pompey, Ben Reaper and Theseus have left the party and followed in secret.

At this moment, a Poseidon knight, Pegasus, came to the carriage and handed a small silver cylinder to Rockefeller.

Rockefeller took out a thin roll of paper from the cylinder and looked at it carefully. The more he watched, the more nervous and excited he became. He then handed the secret letter to Pompey, who also had mixed feelings when he read it. Subsequently, the secret letter was in the hands of Rogge.

The secret letter is simple and to the point, and the main story is that a group of adventurers accidentally discovered a temple of Amoro deep in the mountains near the Holy Alliance, which according to them sealed the body of the demon Amoro and a powerful frost dagger. The team of adventurers was unable to explore the Hades, so they prepared to sell the information to the Silver Cult at a high price.

It was a normal deal. But the problem is that the druids also know the news and are willing to pay more. Apparently, the druids were well aware of the importance of the Frost Dagger to the Silver Cult, and therefore did not want it to fall into the hands of Rockefeller. The head of the Silver Cult in the local church was very competent, and he saw that the adventurers wanted to repent, so he immediately used force to capture them all. However, the forces in the local Cloud Night City had an absolute upper hand, so the person in charge did not dare to escort these adventurers to the Grand Temple of the Silver Holy Sect, but chose to use torture in order to torture the location of the Amoro Hades Temple. It's just that these adventurers are very smart, and they know that the druids will come to rescue them at any time, and they will not kill them.

Now that the situation is critical, the local druids are mobilizing their men to attack the Holy Land of the Silver Cult at any time. Therefore, the person in charge urgently asked Rockefeller for assistance.

"The Temple of Amoro...... Frost Dagger ...... Is there any secret in this?" asked Rogge with a frown after reading the secret letter.

Rockefeller sighed, "Legend has it that the Frost Dagger has the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess attached to it. This dagger was undoubtedly powerful, but that wasn't why the Silver Cult valued it. Studying the power of the Ice Goddess on the dagger will greatly help the Cult's magical development. To be honest, Lord Rog, the Ice and Snow Goddess has not shown miracles for decades, and this is the root of the decline of the Silver Holy Cult. Alas, in the glorious era when the Silver Holy Sect defeated the Church of Light, the Holy Sect once had three Great Magisters at the same time, what a nostalgia!"

It's just that once this battle starts, the casualties will exceed the total number of previous conflicts between the two sides, and it is likely to be the beginning of a full-scale war between the Silver Holy Sect and the City of Cloudnight. For the Silver Saint Sect, which was at a disadvantage, this determination was very difficult to make.

"Master Rockefeller, what do you think?" said Pompey slowly.

Rockefeller said without the slightest hesitation: "This frost dagger, I am determined to get it!"

Pompey nodded and muttered, "In Montreal...... It's three hundred and fifty kilometers from us, which is not too far. Cloud Night City should not have expected that we would leave the Poseidon Corps and rush to Yanjing so quickly. Well, well, we're going to use that to teach the druids a hard lesson! If we don't have a lot of support, we should be able to get to Montreal in a day. I don't remember the presence of members of the Elders of the Night City around Montreal......" he looked inquiringly at Rockefeller.

Rockefeller nodded, "There are indeed no Druid elders around Montreal. As long as we support no more than thirty people, I can find a way to get people quietly into the cathedral in Montreal. ”

Pompey nodded and looked at Rogge.

Rogge smiled, "Do you want me to go?"

"Neither I nor Master Rockefeller can come forward directly, and the apparent harmony of Cloud Night City is still needed. Don't reveal yourself either. Just now, Master Rockefeller said that in order to catch the druid by surprise, there can't be too many people on our side, so we can only send a few of the most elite people over. Twenty of my 'Buck Whale' warriors are under the command of Lord Rogge for the time being. Master, how many of your magicians can you send?"

Rockefeller said: "There are four magicians above level thirteen in the Ice and Snow Mage Regiment, and they can all be dispatched. ”

Rogge smiled faintly and said, "That's enough." ”

Pompey said again: "Lord Rogge, your elven guards are too obvious, it's better not to bring them." I have a few magic scrolls that I have collected for many years, so you can bring them all, just in case. ”

"If this battle is fought......" said Rogge, "the casualties will probably be small." ”

Pompey smiled, "Lord Rogge can handle the affairs of Montreal as he sees fit, and everyone over there will act according to your orders." In fact, as long as things are done cleanly, no matter how big the scale of the conflict, we can push it all out afterwards. One more thing, you must know that the emperor is the most decisive character......"

The three of them quickly agreed on the details of the action and response, and then Pompey and Rockefeller left Rogge's carriage and were replaced by three women and one man. The twenty 'Whale Against the Tide' guards with a faintly murderous aura each brought four war horses and waited for Rogge's orders.

Soon, to the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, Rog galloped away with the carriage and twenty knights, and disappeared at the end of the avenue in the blink of an eye.

The four high-ranking mages of the Ice Mage Regiment, who had been tortured during the journey just now, were now in Rogge's carriage, and it was like entering heaven.

The fat man leaned comfortably back in his chair, carefully considering the action. It would have been nice for him to be able to fight the druids with Pompey and Rockefeller's men. Of course, you can't expect the Reaper class to make a move against Yunxiao City, and the old fox Xiusi probably won't do it. But since the Druid Elder will not appear, which means that Rogge will not meet a Druid above the fifteenth level at all, then what is he afraid of?

What's more, Wind Butterfly's martial arts have almost recovered, and now the Elf King's Bow is also in her hand, and she is definitely a natural enemy of magicians.

The three female magicians of the Ice and Snow Mercenary Regiment are all a little old, but they still look very young under the effect of magic. Their eyes were full of jealousy when they looked at Floya and Wind Butterfly, and when they saw Rogge, they were faintly disdainful. The middle-aged male magician, on the other hand, was very nervous and at a loss, occasionally sneaking a glance at Floya and Wind Butterfly.

Then came the night before dawn.

In a nondescript three-story house in Montreal, a pair of piercing eyes are glued to a cluster of buildings in the darkness in the distance. It was the church of the Holy Cult of Silver. From the scale and ornate style of the complex, you can still see the splendor of the Silver Holy Cult in those years.

Matteo the Eagle of Dawn is already well-known in the world of the Druids. He was tall and dressed in brown leather with fortitude and determination.

Even though Matteo was already a thirteenth level druid, he still felt a little nervous. In a few moments, when the first rays of the dawn sun reach Montreal, two hundred warriors and a dozen druids will be led by him to fight into the church of the Silver Holy Cult and free several adventurers imprisoned in it. If it hadn't happened suddenly, such a major action should at least be commanded by the elders, and it would not have been Matteo's turn.

Even if the members of the Silver Holy Sect in several nearby cities were concentrated, their strength was far from being Mateo's opponent, so this was a sure victory.

Mateo couldn't help but thank the goddess of nature for her kindness to him.

The sky had gradually lit up, and Mateo had once again mentally recalled the portraits and descriptions of several adventurers, followed by three long, high-pitched eagle chirps.

The sound of birdsong echoed through the air of Monterey. One by one, the sturdy figures jumped out of their hiding places and rushed towards the church of the Silver Holy Sect.

While...... While......

The bell of the Church of the Holy Church of the Silver rang. Mateo sneered, he knew it was a warning signal, but this time, he didn't come to sneak attack, but to attack.

Not far away, figures flickered behind the iron-barred gates of the church courtyard. Matteo chanted a spell, waved his hands outward, and in the flash of green light, a large number of thorns flew over, not only beating the guards behind the iron gate to a thousand holes, but the huge impact even caused the entire iron gate to slowly topple over!

With a roar, two heavy iron gates slammed into the courtyard, and smoke and dust flew up.

Matteo walked with a steady and resolute step into the courtyard of the Church of the Holy Church of the Silver. Behind him, dozens of warriors and several druids followed. Although he was confident that the men were strong enough to sweep the church to the ground, their goal was only to attract the enemy's main force, and the real attack was to flank the rear.

Since this was a must-win battle, Mateo didn't want his side to suffer too many casualties. This will affect what the elders will say about him.

Dozens of meters away, the main building of the church suddenly became brightly lit, and dozens of people poured out of the door.

There were dozens of expressionless and murderous fighters in the crowd, and Mateo's heart sank. Although the strength of the Silver Holy Sect was much stronger than expected, it was obvious that his pretense of underestimating the enemy had successfully attracted the attention of the opponent, and Matteo still had the confidence to win. In the face of a formidable enemy, the proud heart of the Eagle of Dawn began to beat strongly!

"Hahahaha!" There was a burst of arrogant laughter from the crowd opposite, and then a fat man in gorgeous clothes and an arrogant attitude squeezed out of the group of warriors.

The fat man pointed at Mateo and shouted arrogantly: "You uncivilized druids dare to provoke the Silver Holy Sect! If you are smart, then surrender quickly, Lao Tzu can ensure that you have a good position in the Silver Holy Sect!"

Mateo snorted and slowly pulled his cutlass from his back.

The leader of the Silver Cult was not the usual ice mage, but this fat man, which made him feel very strange. Although the opponent's warriors looked very difficult to deal with, since it was commanded by this incompetent fat man, this operation would definitely be much easier.

Seeing that Mateo refused to surrender, the fat man was obviously very annoyed, stretched out his hand to Mateo, and shouted: "Come on, cut down all these bastards!"

The fat man commanded others to rush forward, but he himself stepped back, and pulled a tall warrior in front of him.

Mateo saw it all in his eyes, just sneered, and a faint glow began to flash on the scimitar.

For some reason, the more Mateo looked at the fat man, the more unpleasant he became, and he wanted to chop him up with a knife.

The battle was as Matteo had predicted, and although it was hard, everything was still under his control.

The dozens of warriors of the fat man were obviously the elite of the elite, and their swordsmanship was simple and practical, although they were at a disadvantage, they were not flustered. They formed a tight defensive line and protected the fat man behind. No matter how much Mateo attacked, he could only force these warriors to retreat, but he could not kill these well-coordinated warriors or break through their seemingly shaky defenses.

While Mateo still had strong confidence, a hint of discord on the battlefield began to emerge.

The fat man, who had fled to the steps of the church, saw that he was safe and secure for the time being, and his spirit came alive again, and the druids were furious. Since the warriors couldn't reach the fat man, the druids began to use magic to attack from a distance. It's just that one of the female magicians guarding the fat man's side seems to be very powerful, and she has taken the magic attacks of the three druids alone, and she still has the strength to fight back.

The battle in the courtyard was deadlocked, the druids were already suffering casualties, they were closing in on the church, but slowly, and the fat man in command seemed to be fleeing to a safer place at any moment.

Mateo counted the time and knew that the time had come to decide the outcome of the battle. "See how long you can be arrogant!" he sneered at the fat man.

"Not quite right!" the fat man suddenly frowned, and cried out, "These uncivilized druids are not above board, we must prevent them from sneaking up through the back door! Someone, pass my orders, get ready! Open the back door! See if there are any sneaky guys outside!"

Mateo's heart sank!

At this time, twenty warriors, led by two druids, had quietly hidden themselves at the back door of the church courtyard. The sound of fighting in front of me was heard from afar, but the back door was quite quiet, and it seemed that the people of the Silver Holy Sect were all attracted to the battle in the vestibule.

At this moment, two heavy doors slowly opened in front of these druids.

The druids who were the leader were stunned for a moment, but when he heard the fierce battle in front of him and thought of the comparison of strength between Ji Fang and the Silver Holy Sect, he still waved his hand and firmly led the team into the backyard.

There is indeed an ambush in the backyard!

The people who were ambushed on the rooftops and windows were as Matteo had expected, numbering no more than twenty, and there were even a few handymen and attendants who didn't know anything about martial arts and magic. It's just that what Mateo didn't expect was that each of these ambushers had a triple military steel crossbow shining with a forest of blue light!

This powerful crossbow is small, but powerful at close range, and can shoot through the armor of a heavily armed knight. They are not easy to build, they are very expensive, and it takes time to reload crossbows, so only the very few of the most elite guards in the main Imperial Corps will be equipped in formation. As is often the case, a small place like Montreal might not be able to find a single such crossbow. But now there are as many as twenty corpses in the church of the Silver Holy Sect!

Before the druid could give the order to retreat, sixty bolts of crossbow arrows were already whizzing, piercing through the warriors, and finally digging deep into the ground or walls with a puff of blood!

The screams in the backyard rang out, and in the blink of an eye, more than twenty sneak attackers were lying on the ground, and only the two soldiers who were the slowest to enter the door escaped with their surnames. Seeing that they could not do anything, they immediately turned around and fled out of the backyard. The ambushers didn't chase either, and several of the warriors began to reload each of them with their crossbows.

A sudden scream from the backyard reached Mateo's ears, and for the first time, the Eagle of Dawn doubted his hearing. The fat man didn't know if it was just luck or if he was really a master tactician, but he had given the order to lay an ambush like a prophet, so the screams didn't look like they were coming from the fat man. But if it's a druid...... That's more than twenty elite warriors! How could so many have been killed in an instant? How many people did that damn fat man ambush in the backyard?

But in Matteo's plan, it was still a feint at the back door.

After hearing the screams, the fat man was extremely proud. He took out a drawing from his arms, opened it and looked at it, and suddenly exclaimed: "It turns out that the wall of the warehouse in the southeast corner is the shortest!

Mateo's heart chilled again.

Following Rogge's order, the windows on the top floor of the church suddenly opened, revealing the figures of four ice mages. Just from the magical light wrapped around their bodies, it could be seen that these four magicians were not of low rank.

The roof of the warehouse was sloping towards the courtyard, and with the spell of the ice mage, in the blink of an eye, the roof was covered with a layer of green ice, and then countless extremely sharp ice blades of about two feet were planted on the walls of the warehouse and on the ground in front of the warehouse.

In an instant, what was supposed to be a weak link in the defense line turned into a death trap.

As soon as the trap was laid, one druid warrior after another jumped from outside the wall onto the roof of the warehouse. But they were unable to get their footing on the ice that had unexpectedly appeared, and they all fell and slipped into the courtyard.

Looking at the countless approaching ice blades, these warriors couldn't suppress the fear of death and began to scream! The warriors outside the wall heard the screams of their comrades in the courtyard, and they were eager to rescue, and immediately jumped up and rushed into the courtyard in a hurry.

In a matter of moments, blood soaked the walls of the warehouse and the ground in front of it, and the warriors who were pierced by the ice blades could only struggle helplessly.

The 'Eagle of Dawn''s heart ached uncontrollably, and the pain was almost unbearable.

But his ordeal is not over.

The fat man suddenly raised his head, frowned, and said, "How come there is always an owl circling around our heads early in the morning?

Mateo finally couldn't help but yell: "Riddle, run!"

But it's too late.

A female warrior in gorgeous armor beside the fat man took off the longbow behind her back, and the courtyard flashed with brilliance, and a magic arrow shot into the sky at a high speed that could not be distinguished by the naked eye!

A puff of feathers exploded in the air, and in the middle of it was a small blood flower.

The fat man withdrew his gaze from the sky and watched as Mateo smiled triumphantly, smiling brightly and brightly.

Mateo's mind was in turmoil, and he could only try to maintain the most basic composure. He knew the significance of the operation and still didn't want to give up. For today's plan, only by finding a way to capture the fat man headed by him can it be possible to force the Silver Holy Sect to comply. Looking at the fat man's luxurious clothes, the 'Eagle of Dawn' only hopes that the fat man's status is important enough, and he must not let himself down.

With a wave of his hand, Mateo led his men slowly retreat towards the gate, where the warriors on both sides were entangled in a fight, so that the defense line on the fat man's side was slowly drawn away from the church.

The four druids suddenly jumped towards the church with a shout! While they were still in the air, the two female druids turned into two black panthers and pounced on the female warrior who had just shot the eagle in the sky with a bow. A male druid, despite being struck by lightning one after another, still rushed towards the female magician who was guarding the fat man like a fierce god. The last tall and sturdy druid pounced on the terrified fat man!

The druid was of great physique, and it looked likely that he had the shapeshifting skills of a bear-type type. He grabbed the fat man by the neck with great ease, turned his head and shouted angrily to the soldiers in the fierce battle......, "Stop me! Ahh

The fat man kicked him in the calf! Druid heard a click distinctly, and he knew that his leg bone had been broken. Before he could react, the fat man flew towards him with another punch, and the power of this punch was far beyond the druid's imagination, and even the power when he turned into a violent bear was far less than it!

There was another crisp crack of bone, and this time, his skull shattered. The druid wanted to warn his comrades to beware of this terrible fat man. His mouth was open, but he couldn't make any sound.

In the eyes of the three druids next to him, the fat man who was struggling indiscriminately looked very powerful, and he happened to defeat the druid of the bear type. A black panther abandoned the female warrior in front of her, quickly turned back into her human form, and turned around and pounced on the fat man. The druid girl's fingertips stretched out sharp claws, and she rushed towards the fat man who had just pulled out a huge magic scroll. The scroll in the fat man's hand is centered on fire copper, engraved with intricate patterns and countless magic symbols, and it is extremely powerful at a glance. But the fat man didn't have time to activate the scroll anyway.

The fat man in a panic suddenly threw the magic scroll at the druid girl, which was obviously a big surprise to everyone. The heavy magic scroll was smashing right on the girl's forehead. The druid girl shook and fell to the ground.

"Sister!" Mateo yelled!

Suddenly, Mateo's gaze swept over a tiny insignia at the hilt of a warrior's sword. The eagle of dawn's sharp gaze immediately saw what the badge looked like, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Pompey's personal guard!

Only then did Matteo realize that despite being at a disadvantage, none of the warriors of the 'Tide Whale' were injured, but the druids who had the upper hand suffered heavy casualties.

The heart of the 'Eagle of Dawn' was completely cold! This was clearly a trap! Now that it was impossible to do anything, Mateo could no longer care about the few comrades who went to surround the fat man, and gave the order to retreat with great pain.

Half an hour after the battle had stopped, the Governor of Montreal hurried to the church of the Silver Cult with a dozen followers. The well-to-do chief executive couldn't help but turn pale when he saw the corpses everywhere, and although his chest was hesitant and nauseated, he could still hold on. But when he found that the corpses lying on the ground were all from the Druids, he finally showed a look of panic.

Rogge, who was standing on the sidelines, took everything in his eyes. He walked up and whispered in the chief executive's ear, "You must be disappointed that it was not the Holy Cult who was killed, but the Druids......

The Chief Executive was taken aback, and just as he was about to say something, he felt a chill in his lower back......

The 'Reverse Tide Whale' warriors had already quietly surrounded the Governor's entourage, and at this moment, they swarmed up and killed all of these unsuspecting retinues in an instant.

Rogge smiled and ordered, "Throw these corpses into the church!

The fat man then asked the local members of the Silver Holy Sect to escort a few adventurers to the Holy Sect's headquarters first. And he himself took the Ice Mage and the Whale Guardians to complete the final finishing touches.

The Druid's gathering place is in an elegant manor house just outside Montreal. As soon as the 'Dawn Eagle' returned to the manor, he ordered the remaining thirty or so men to burn all confidential documents, pack their belongings within five minutes, and quickly retreat to the forest to the northeast.

As soon as there was a commotion in the quiet manor, the nightmarish laughter echoed over the manor: "You guys, kill through the back door! And you, the wall in the northeast corner of here is low, just kill from there! Remember to be careful of traps! Can you fly magic? Very well, then you can monitor their movements from the sky, be careful not to let people shoot down." As for me, I will personally lure the enemy at the main gate. ”

The Eagle of Dawn sighed, deaf to the constant screams that came from all over the manor, and calmly walked towards the manor gates.

The fat man was standing alone at the gate, smiling heartily at the 'Eagle of Dawn' walking slowly.

"Arrogance blinded me, which is why I lost so quickly and so easily. This is the punishment that Lady Liberty gave me. Matteo sighed and said, "I can't see through you. Are you a mage or a warrior, or are you a master of magic that serves the Frost Goddess? May I know the name of the person who can defeat the Eagle of Dawn?"

The fat man laughed, "I'm a magician, but I won't tell you the name, lest you druids still have some secret spells that can rely on your name to curse." ”

Mateo snorted and said, "I know it's no match for you, but I want to end my life honorably in a magical showdown." I don't know if I'll ever have this glory. ”

"This, of course, I can consider. The fat man replied happily.

Although the druids had the advantage in a magical duel with a mage of the same rank, Mateo had already anticipated his defeat and death. This fat man dares to wait for himself here alone, obviously without fear.

Mateo collected his thoughts, waved his hands, and the muffled voice of the chanting spell began to echo in the air.

The fat man not far away also raised his hand, but instead of some powerful magic, he sent out a small crossbow bolt from his sleeve!

The bolts are small, but they are faster than lightning and powerful. The arrow struck Mateo's heart with great precision.

Matteo fell on his back. His eyes widened as he stared at the approaching Rogge, wanting to rebuke the shameless fat man. But as soon as he opened his mouth, the blood foam that could not stop gushing out made him cough violently, and he could not say anything.

Rogge put away his smile, slowly reached out and closed Matteo's eyes, and said lightly, "I'm sorry, you're not qualified to see my magic yet." I wanted to live in peace with the City of Cloudnight, but they couldn't tolerate me. If you're to blame, blame the Sky Fury. ”

These were the last words heard by the Eagle of Dawn.

Escorted by twenty knights, a magnificent carriage slowly turned onto the avenue leading to Yanjing. Behind the carriage, a thick black column of smoke rose into the sky.

Rogge in the carriage closed his eyes slightly, and at this moment his mind had already flown to Yanjing, Richelieu, in Asrofik.

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