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In the following ten years, the war situation on the entire southeastern front has been in a state of stalemate, and the empire and the southeastern countries have attacked and defended each other, and the victory and defeat are inseparable. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In fact, with the elite soldiers of the Asrofik Empire, if the country is poured out, the southeastern countries will almost be unable to resist. It's just that the Empire has been fighting on several fronts at the same time for decades, and has suffered heavy losses in both the Abyss and the Dark Forest, so it has never been able to provide enough support to Frederick.

Along the way, as Rogge expected, from the eyes of the Tides legion soldiers he saw along the way, he saw not only contempt, but also hatred.

Duke Frederick, who had led the Tidal Legion for decades, was ordered to commit suicide by the Emperor, and the fat man was at least one of the masterminds, if not the culprit. Now that he has been transferred to lead the 'Tide' legion, it is already good that he did not have an assassin jumping out of the street.

Rogge personally appointed the Bauhinia butterfly to follow him into the city. Until Rogge sat down in the large conference hall of the legion headquarters and the main generals of the three corps after the 'tide' legion had arrived, the Bauhinia butterfly had a total of six abnormalities on its body.

No matter how good and noble the reason is, the Bauhinia Butterfly has betrayed the City of Cloud Night after all. This time, she behaved abnormally, and the biggest possibility was that she met her former colleagues in the Cold Moon Camp, so that her heart fluctuated. Rogge kept these six suspicious generals in his heart.

In fact, Rogge's original intention of bringing the Bauhinia butterfly with her was to use her eyes to distinguish the generals that the Druid had planted in the 'Tides' legion. Bauhinia Butterfly only promised to work for Rog wholeheartedly, and there was no way she would betray her companions at Camp Coldmoon. It's just that she never thought that those subtle fluctuations in her heart actually betrayed her.

However, Wallace, the commander of the Fourth Corps, did not cause the Bauhinia butterfly to move, which made Rogge a little strange.

The City of Night has been in operation for many years, and Frederick is a loyal believer in the goddess of nature, so the 'tide' army must have been planted by the druids with a large number of men. Rog wasn't worried about the powerful druids or warriors, he was most worried about the people who came out of the Cold Moon Camp like Bauhinia butterflies and didn't have outstanding personal strength. Therefore, with the eyes of the Bauhinia butterfly, Rogge was reassured.

Wallace was a very rugged middle-aged man, and years of fighting left several scars on his face. He even said a few simple polite clichés bluntly, and he was not at least tactful as a person in officialdom should be. Perhaps this can also be explained by the fact that he really hates Rogge too much.

Rogge's face was full of smiles, and his smile was stiff and a little cringe. When the generals of the Tide Legion saw it, they naturally had a little more disdain.

After the fat man sat down in the most central position, he took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

In his spiritual world, there was a deep darkness on all sides. Slowly, a little green light lit up like a glowing firefly in the night. As if hearing an invisible call, the green light lit up one after another. At first, the green light points lit up little by little, then several points lit up at the same time, and in the end, there were dozens of dazzling green lights shining at the same time!

The fat man opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat!

"Are you unwell, Lord Rogge?" asked Wallace with a frown.

"yes! It's been a long journey. Ah, I'll have to go and see how my elven guards are arranged, and you can discuss the details yourself!" Without waiting for Wallace to reply, Rogge stood up and hurried away.

After the meeting, there was a series of tedious and complicated handovers, and how to place the tens of thousands of troops brought by Rogge. As for receiving information on the defense zone, coordinating command, and even adjusting posts, these are all things that will come later.

These specific affairs, Rogge shook his hand, and threw them all to the Bauhinia butterfly.

Now, at least nominally, Rogge is the supreme general in charge of the entire Red Wasteland front, tied with Pompey. The fat man's power is actually very great, and he can even appoint and dismiss high-ranking generals, including Wallace. So Rogge didn't care about the tidal generals who deliberately set him up and despised him so much that they hated him. At least now the fat man has the support of the emperor, and there are too many insidious means to clean them up.

The fat man is not in a hurry, not at all. Even when he saw that Wallace had prepared him just an ordinary two-story building, the fat man accepted it with a smile.

To his surprise was the number of nature goddess believers in the city of Syrd...... It took three days for the city of Hilde to come to an end. But everyone else is busy, but the fat man is very idle, and the only thing he does all day long is to wander around the city.

The war on the entire southeastern front has been stalemate for ten years, and all the inhabitants of Syelder have long regarded the war as a part of their daily life. Where there are warriors, there are countless taverns and dancing girls, and Hilde is certainly no exception. Unlike other semi-militarized fortresses, the city is located on a major transportation route and is also an important gathering place for outlaws trying to cross the battlefield to engage in various illegal activities such as smuggling.

As a result, Hilde has the most prosperous and extravagant fortune on the southeastern front. From this point of view, the headquarters of the Tidal Legion, the current city of Spiel, where Pompey is located, is much more tedious.

Late at night, Rogge would go from tavern to tavern. Few people in the city knew the new governor, and even if they did, no one took him to heart.

That night, Rogge entered a small tavern. The spirits made in this tavern are famous in the city of Hilde. The tavern owner is a one-eyed dragon in his forties, and it is said that he was also a master of murder in his youth, so few drunks dare to cause trouble in his territory.

However, the man of the year in the tavern for the past two days was not the one-eyed dragon boss, but a handsome and almost bewitching swordsman who suddenly appeared. This swordsman behaved very strangely, and for two days he entered the shop late at night, without saying a word, just pouring bottle after bottle. The tavern was full of spirits, and the swordsman didn't seem to have much to drink, so it wasn't long before he was falling headfirst on the table, drunk.

His hands as white as a woman's slender hands, and his amazing face, will always provoke men to think about it. Among the outlaws who often come to this tavern, there are indeed many who like men, and if it weren't for the evil deeds of the one-eyed dragon boss in the past, they would have rushed to such a delicious meal.

This swordsman is indeed eccentric. He seemed to be drunk, but he only crouched on the table for half an hour each time, then suddenly sat up and walked away as if nothing had happened. The night before, another killer who couldn't hold back his lust quietly followed, and the tavernkeeper shook his head. However, according to the rules of Hilde, as long as he left the tavern gate, everything that happened was none of his business, so the one-eyed dragon did not stop it.

It was only late at night the next day that the swordsman reappeared in the tavern, but the killer did not come.

When Roger Shi Ran walked into the tavern, the swordsman was lying on a table in the corner, too drunk to wake up.

Rogge shook his head with a wry smile, and was about to walk towards the swordsman, when a fierce-faced warrior in the tavern suddenly stood up and said gloomily: "I'm going to make a decision on this little guy! Corpitian, if you dare to do a lot of things, you have to think about the consequences of offending our wind wolf!"

The tavern keeper sighed and said, "Calus, you don't know the rules of Sylde City, as long as he leaves my gate, or when I close the door, everything that happens has nothing to do with me. No one wants to offend the Wind Wolf, but if you break the rules, General Wallace won't let anyone who dares to challenge his authority easily ......"

Calus, as arrogant as he looked, was clearly reluctant to openly oppose Wallace in Sielder City. So he snorted and sat down slowly. He was accompanied by four or five companions, all of whom looked intently at the drunken swordsman. One of the middle-aged men dressed as a magician quietly took out a bone wand from his bosom.

At this moment, a gentle voice came from the side: "Although your magical career is not destined to be brilliant, it is better than nothing. For the sake of your life, take back such a cheap cursed wand!"

Calus and the others were taken aback, and when they looked up, they saw that the person who spoke was a fat man with a smile on his face. Calus stood up and stepped forward slowly. As soon as he moved his hand, the scimitar at his waist was already in his hand.

"Friend, the matter of our wind wolf is not something you can afford......" Calus's body was already lit up with a faint fighting spirit. It seems that he has a lot of combat experience, and he has gathered all his strength when he comes up, and he does not despise his opponent in the slightest because he is not amazing.

"There's really no way!" the fat man shrugged helplessly, pointed at the drunken swordsman, and sighed: "Who made him so beautiful, I want him too!

Calus snorted, his eyes fixed on Rog, and the scimitar in his hand began to hum.

The fat man raised his hands and began to chant the incantation aloud.

The mage holding the bone wand suddenly shouted, "This is the spell of the flaming arrow......

Before he could finish speaking, Calus had already flipped his scimitar and quickly stepped forward to cut the fat mage's spell in two before it could finish.

Calus lived up to the title of the Wind Wolf, advancing like the wind and flying backwards like lightning! Even he flew backwards much faster than he did forward.

The moment he rushed in front of the fat man, the damn fat man kept incantating, but a huge fist was already carrying a strong wind, and it hit Calus in the face like thunder and lightning!

The punch contained a force that did not belong to a human at all, and Calus could clearly hear the cracking of bones on his face. He only felt that his consciousness was very trance, and his whole body became lilt. In a trance, Calus only understood one thing, the fat man's chanting just now was indeed a spell of the flaming arrow, but he didn't use his magic power at all, he was just 'chanting' the spell.

From the very beginning, the sinister fat man was ready to give him such a punch!

Calus hated, but he didn't know that the place where he was going to fall was the head of the drunken swordsman.

Suddenly, a dazzling blue light flashed in the tavern!

A dozen blue rays suddenly lit up on Calus's body, and then before he could even let out a scream, his body suddenly split into more than a dozen pieces in the air, scattered in all corners of the tavern! Fortunately, every wound on the corpse was sealed with a thin layer of blue crystal, otherwise it would have been a blood mist in the sky.

There was silence in the tavern for a moment.

The drunken swordsman was still lying on the table, but his left hand was raised high, pointing to the sky! The slender index finger was at the tip of his finger, and there was an inch of blue fighting qi that was still floating out of the fighting qi.

"This is the starry sky!" There was no shortage of well-informed people in the tavern, and someone immediately called out! And those who had fought the idea of a swordsman openly and secretly were all as pale as earth at this moment.

The fat man shook his head, walked over to the swordsman, and reached out.

In an exclamation, the swordsman's left hand brought up a vague afterimage, and pointed at the fat man's chest again!

There seemed to be a very bright silver light flashing in front of the fat man, but everyone in the tavern was blocked by the fat man's body, and they didn't see what was happening.

All they saw was the fat man holding the swordsman's hand in one hand and his waist in the other, helping him up from his chair.

The swordsman seemed to be a little surprised, opened his hazy drunken eyes, saw the fat man in front of him clearly, closed his eyes again, his body went limp, and leaned on the fat man.

The swordsman suddenly retched a few times, and then said intermittently, "Dead fat man...... You...... You rob me of a woman, I ...... It's not over with you!"

The fat man smiled bitterly, and said continuously: "Okay! It must not be over, it must not be over! If it is over, we will not be men! Let's go, go back with me first." ”

The swordsman muttered twice, and let the fat man lead him out of the tavern.

The fat man suddenly turned back to the tavern keeper and said, "As you can see, this is entirely Karus's fault, and we haven't broken the rules in the slightest. ”

Corbittian looked at Calus's companions, who were ruthless but did not dare to step forward, sighed, but nodded, and said nothing more.

The door to the tavern was open, and the cold wind was still sending staccato conversations into the tavern.

“...... Dead fatty, why are you ...... Rob my woman ......"

“...... Yes yes...... It's not over ......."

The people in the tavern could hear from the sound coming from the wind, and the swordsman seemed to be crying.

(To be continued)