It's night.

The night was anything but peaceful.

A huge roar could be heard from the castle, and every now and then a huge fireball would rush up into the clouds and turn into a cloud of black smoke. The entire castle was already reddened by the firelight, and in the firelight, several figures could be faintly seen flashing through the windows or towers. Occasionally, a huge explosion will throw several pieces of rubble high into the air.

The citizens of Sayi stood in the streets, ignoring the cold of the night wind. They are armed with kitchen knives and shovels, and if Rogge is defeated by the demons, they will have to fight the ancient demons.

They would rather die in defiance than fall in flight.

Rog ran wildly around the castle. All of a sudden, he was pinned to the spot!

A large hole was silently broken in the wall next to it, and the huge Death Scythe stretched out like a ghost, and it was as close as it was to Rogge's chest, leaving a deep notch on Rogge's elven armor!

If Rogge had been a little slower, the scythe would have sliced open his chest!

From the very beginning of the battle, Rogge knew that Fengyue was really a killer! He didn't know how many times he had brushed shoulders with death. A few of these dodges were entirely based on his instincts and instincts, far beyond his usual abilities.

The castration of the Grim Reaper's scythe suddenly turned around for no reason, and hooked at Rog again!

A silver magic shield flashed from Rog's left arm, blocking the Death Scythe. With this force, Rogge quickly stepped back and leaped into a room.

There was an exclamation, and Rog bumped into a soft body. When he looked back, it turned out to be an elven guardian warrior. Her hands were tied and she was hanging from the roof. This guardian warrior was already in tattered armor, and a pair of snow-white long legs and a [***] were exposed.

This is already the fifth Elven Guardian Samurai to be suspended. Except for Wind Butterfly, only Rogge is fighting alone now. The fat man knows that the wind butterfly won't be able to support it for long.

The fat man didn't care to appreciate this fragrant and exciting picture at all, his eyes flashed with a silver bright light, and he was searching for the ghost-like Fengyue with all his might. Fengyue didn't use a way to take advantage of spatial gaps such as teleportation, and her flickering form was entirely due to her unimaginable speed and the way she seemed to move unaffected by gravity and habitual patterns. If he relied on the naked eye to capture Fengyue's movements, Rogge, who had mediocre martial arts, didn't know how many holes had been stabbed out by her Death Scythe. Fengyue didn't know what method was used, but he was able to avoid Rogge's spiritual power search. Just a moment before the attack, her rapidly rising energy would still cause a fluctuation in Rogge's mental world. The fat man is able to support this for many times without falling.

Rog had no intention of rescuing the elf. He looked around, and was about to flee through the window. Right here, a huge black flame quietly appeared behind Rogge, and the Death Scythe silently stretched out from the black flame and hooked Rog's neck.

Rogge suddenly saw a trace of horror in the eyes of the elven warrior, his heart moved, his left arm was raised, and the silver magic light shield narrowly blocked the death scythe! A silver spear suddenly appeared in his right hand, and he stabbed at the black flame that Fengyue turned into with his backhand.

Fengyue's Death Scythe was retracted, and Rogge's silver spear was opened, and the huge force knocked the fat man out of the room.

Now Fengyue has turned into a huge black flame, which is completely in line with her image as a demon king.

Rog had already tried, and his death energy and Elesis' Black Demon Realm Flame had no effect on Wind and Moon at all. Only attacks that are directly condensed with spiritual power will Fengyue dodge.

He moved around the castle like a ghost, navigating the wind and moon through various terrains. Although defeat is only a matter of time, he really doesn't want to be hit by Fengyue's scythe!

At this moment, facing Fengyue Rogge, she realized that her scythe was too big!

Rogge has completely abandoned any large-scale magic that requires incantations, in favor of low-level magic that does not require any spell gestures and is directly powered by mental power.

The silver light shield on his left arm was extremely agile, blocking every attack of the Death Scythe, and all kinds of silver light balls and spears would occasionally condense in his right hand, countering Fengyue.

Among the elven warriors, only Wind Butterfly still has combat power. Fengyue had attacked her twice as she passed by. Wind Butterfly, who is extremely talented in martial arts, actually blocked Feng Yue's attack, which made Feng Yue also surprised.

However, there will be no third time for luck.

A huge black flame appeared in front of Wind Butterfly again. A white slender hand stretched out of the black flames and held it directly towards the neck of the wind butterfly!

No hideous, ugly claws stretched out from the black flames would have surprised Wind Butterfly so much! She couldn't believe her eyes! Could this really be the hand of this ancient devil?

But the instinct of battle caused Wind Butterfly to swing a huge wheel saw and cut diagonally at this hand, and she had a faint unbearability in her heart.

However, this is indeed the hand of the devil, to be exact, the right hand of Fengyue.

In Feng Die's incredulous gaze, this slender hand held the sharp serrations of her wheel saw, but it was unharmed!

A tremendous force was heard, and Wind Butterfly's wheel saw flew into the sky, piercing the ceiling and landing into the room above. The huge black flame in front of Wind Butterfly's eyes suddenly disappeared, and then the back of her neck went numb, and she slowly fell to the ground.

Rogge complained that he had reached his full potential.

A silver lightning bolt haunted the castle, followed by a huge black flame like a ghost. In the night, the Grim Reaper's scythe, which is indistinguishable to the naked eye, roared and slashed at Rogue from all sides!

A silver shield of light appeared behind Rog's side, blocking a blow from the Reaper's scythe that came out of nowhere. At the same time, a silver magic array appeared behind him along with Rogge's thoughts, and several silver bands of light stretched out from the center of the magic array, and counterattacked like lightning along the path of the Death Scythe!

Rog has finally hit Fengyue!

He flashed into an empty room, leaned against the corner, gasping for breath, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, strands of hair on his forehead. He wiped a handful of sweat from his face, but wiped a handful of blood. He didn't even know when he had an extra wound on his head. There were still more than ten wounds on his body, but fortunately, he temporarily sealed them with magic. This time, Fengyue was ruthless, if he hadn't blocked her several thunderous and lightning attacks with his instinctive reaction, Rogge really doubted that he would still be a living person now.

He didn't have the luxury of treating Fengyue as a mage's pet anymore.

Rogge took a deep breath and was about to stand up and change places, but suddenly froze.

Feng Yue's slender hand with the gloves of the 'Demon Lotus' silently stretched out from behind Rogge's back. The slender and smooth lines of the demon lotus completely set off the outline of Feng Yue's hands, but there was a prismatic protrusion on the back of each of her slender fingers, flashing with a chilling cold light.

Fengyue's hand was gently caressing Rogge's throat.

Rogge swallowed helplessly, all the strength of his body was gone.

Fengyue's index finger gently snapped Rogge's throat, and the fat man's whole body immediately shook violently, his face turned pale, and he screamed!

Rogge has never been a person who regards death as home, and he is even more afraid of death.

I don't know when, Fengyue's hand has disappeared, but Rogge still can't control his body, leaning against the corner and panting for breath.

At this moment, the giant of Gregory leaned in through the door with great difficulty, and said, "The master said that she was not satisfied with your slackness at the last moment!"

Rogge smiled helplessly.

The night passed.

Upon hearing the news that the demon had been sealed again, the citizens rejoiced!, however, looking at Rogge, who was covered in bruises and weakened and unable to stand on his feet, the crowd fell silent again.

It's been two days since the Demon Seal.

Before dawn, Rogge was already out of bed. He walked onto the huge balcony of his bedroom and looked at the sleeping city of Sayi in the faint morning light. He stretched, and the cold winter morning breeze made him sober up a lot. He rubbed his temples, he still had a lot of business to attend to today, and although the tax collector Will was a good helper, he couldn't keep it busy alone.

Under the service of an elven female warrior, Rog changed his clothes and walked down from the third floor. Now he used his position to ask these elven warriors to take turns serving him. Although the elves are a little dumb in this regard, their delicate faces and shy expressions make up for everything. Now a familiar elf, Rogge can already hold it in his arms and tease it a little.

Only the wind butterfly was haggard after that night.

But her gaze remained resolute, showing no signs of giving in.

Rogge sensed that he was underestimating the will of the elves. Perhaps, it's time for a change of strategy.

He stepped into Earl Luck's office, sat down in a large comfortable chair, and an elf brought in the prepared breakfast.

Rogge surveyed everything in the large office. Although the city of Sayy is located in the most remote part of the Duchy of Are, the family of Luck clearly has a bit of history, and the furnishings here are antique, and at first glance you can see that the art was brought from the south. This office is nowhere near as luxurious as the one he had at the Hammer of War, but it is rich in history and culture. These are two sharp weapons often used by the aristocracy to suppress the nouveau riche. And the nouveau riche can only do nothing about it.

What's more, sitting here, Rogge can feel the taste of power at all times. The power to play more than 10,000 people in the palm of your hand!

Rogge took a sip of wine of not too good quality, but exhaled very freely, and said to himself: "More than 10,000 people, some of them can't do it." But it's better than nothing! Aren't a million or ten million made up of 10,000? Let's take our time!"

There was a knock at the office door.

"Come in!"

Will walked in after an elven warrior. He was holding a tall pile of papers in his arms.

"My lord, according to your orders, I have brought all the contracts for the estate of Lord Count Luck. To make it easier for you to find, I've made a list. ”

Rogge looked at the list and casually took two contracts and looked at them. This Will is really good, he is naturally very talented in numbers and accounting, and he is very capable of doing things, and it is a bit condescending to be a tax officer in this small city.

Rogge looked at the contract and said with some surprise: "I really can't see that Count Luck actually has so many properties. Almost half of the city is his property. ”

"Your Excellen.......cy," Will said again.

Rogge glanced at him and said with interest, "If you have any ideas, just say it!"

"My lord," said Will, plucking up courage, "I am very pleased with you taking over the whole city of Say and ....... and taking over the estate of Count Luck. After all, it was you who saved everyone from the hands of this demon count. However, Lord Rogge, there seems to be some minor legal obstacle to your complete acceptance of Count Luck's domain. ”

"I'm not interested in Luck's property. But you know, if you want to stop the resurrection of the ancient demon Amoro, only the elves live here, relying on their bloodline to suppress the demon's power. But elves and us humans are prone to conflict, and I must protect them from being turned into slaves by the greedy, short-sighted aristocracy. "Rogge is righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Your Excellency, you are a magician. Legend has it that any magician is a rich man. We don't dare to doubt your noble feelings, and you don't need to covet this little property of Demon Luck. Moreover, all the citizens of Sayy City want you to stay, and not let the clan of Luck who colludes with the demons rule the land. However, my lord, there is still an inheritance law in the Duchy of Are, and although the father and son killed themselves for doing evil, as far as the villain knows, they still have some distant relatives. When you hear this news, you will definitely come over and fight for it. Your Excellency, you need to plan early!"

Rogge nodded approvingly.

After "subduing" the "Ancient Demons", Rog frightened these simple citizens by saying that the demons could still be resurrected, and only the blood of the elves living in this land could completely suppress the seal. And he himself, with the ability to monitor the situation of the seal at any time.

By this time, Rogge had already made the elven warriors take off their helmets and drop their pointed ears.

Next, naturally, it was the simple townspeople who begged Rog to stay and not give up on them, the poor people. Rogge also took advantage of the situation, and took over all the power of the city of Say in a grand manner, and officially lived in the castle of Count Luck. Although the castle is badly damaged, in Rogge's eyes, it is the most beautiful scenery!

There were also those who objected, that is, the most powerful knight chief under Count Luck, Krone, and his younger brother Ketu.

But how are these slightly ambitious brothers Rogge's opponents?

The fat man simply cast a magic to detect evil, and of course he had to do something about it. Under the light of holiness, black mist immediately rolled from the two brothers.

"They are the remnants of the devil!" Rogge gestured to the two brothers, pronouncing their death sentences.

Feverish, angry, and fearful people immediately swarmed up, knocking the two brothers to the ground and tying them up.

To deal with demons, the customs of various parts of the continent are very similar. Watching the pillar of fire rise and gradually engulf the bodies of the two brothers, the hatred in Rogge's heart also disappeared a little.

"O God of heaven, your believers will burn at the stake those who do not believe in you. And I, a non-believer, will also send your believers to heaven at the stake!" Rogge thought with a sneer.

After such a small episode, there are so many people in the crowd who still have dissenting ambitions and want to take advantage of the fire to rob, and they have all dispelled their thoughts.

This is a very simple logic, the person who can destroy the demon must be even more terrible than the demon.

In the past few days, the people of the small town have been extremely enthusiastic about the elves, in fact, such a beautiful elven female warrior can't make people not enthusiastic. Rogge watched with satisfaction as it all changed. Although this is only a small step forward from the elves entering human society, the significance of this small step is very significant.

Rogge closed the file, recovered from his contemplation, and said to Will, "You're a talent. Follow me in the future, you will have a future. I'm a magician, and I have many ways to see through other people's minds. But I'm not going to do that. You just need to do things for me wholeheartedly, and with your achievements, you will naturally be rewarded. Remember, I'm a fair person. Okay, now, you can tell us more about the situation in the Duchy of Are. ”

The Duchy of Arley is small in size and population, bordering the central mountain range and separated from Asrofik by several principalities. Therefore, although the principality of Alei in a corner is not large, it is geographically very safe, and the financial revenue is insufficient, so the number of troops is not large, only 6,000. But in the normally peaceful Duchy of Aray, the burden of the mere 6,000 troops is also a bit redundant.

Archduke Terike had three sons and six daughters, and was in his early seventies this year. He is already considered to be a long life in the northern country with a harsh climate. Although his surname is tyrannical, greedy for money, lustful, and self-serving, because the history of the Arley family is long enough, it is more or less related to the royal families of the other six or seven principalities.

Because of the presence of the northern powerhouse Asrofik, the small nations of the Church of Light near the Central Mountains have united to form the Holy Alliance. Once Asrofik uses troops against one of them, all members of the Holy Alliance are obligated to send troops to war. In this way, the Holy Alliance, which is usually said to be loose, will become a war machine with a population of tens of millions and 200,000 troops at the time of war.

Tikrick belongs to a minor and insignificant character in the Holy Alliance. In recent years, as he has grown older, he has become more and more obsessed with alchemy and magic, trying to continue his life like a candle in the wind and the vitality on a woman's belly.

Will's account was concise and concise, and Rogge pondered for a moment after listening to it, and then commanded: "Write a letter to the Duchy of Arei in the name of the tax collector of the city of Say, briefly explain the situation here, and show it to me when you have finished writing." Well, also, take three thousand gold coins from Earl Luck's treasury, and bring them to my office when they are ready. Okay, you go get busy. ”

After Will stepped down, Rogge quickly calculated the value of Earl Luck's estate. In this kind of border town, the real estate and houses are not very valuable, but some works of art are still some years old. Roughly calculated, all of the earl's possessions are worth 20,000 gold coins. To Rogge's delight, the Count seemed to have a special penchant for gold coins, and actually saved five thousand gold coins, which made it much easier for Rogge, who lacked gold at hand.

He stretched his waist and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The barracks not far away were crowded with people, hundreds of makeshift construction workers were rebuilding the barracks under the command of several elven warriors, and hundreds of elven warriors were also busy rebuilding the barracks.

Rogge watched with satisfaction as the elven warriors were busy with people. He had already transferred all the eight hundred elven warriors who had stayed in the mountains, and was now expanding the barracks to accommodate these elven warriors. This elven unit has been named 'Dark Side of the Moon', a metaphor for their descent into darkness.

Rogge counted the forces available to him. Except for a dozen or so knights, the infantry left behind by Count Luck were too poorly trained to deal with possible future wars. If the experts of the Darkmoon Tribe were to train these Terran soldiers, they wouldn't know if it would be appropriate. Even if it is suitable, it will take at least a few months to train well, and it still won't come in handy in time!

The fat man rubbed his head and decided that he still wanted to personally run to the capital of the Duchy of Alei to solve the problem of the legal basis that occupied the city of Said. The basic elements of aristocracy, both in the north and the south, are a long history, pure and noble blood, extraordinary wealth and strong strength. These things, except for the first two, Rogge has them. And with the latter two, it is not very difficult to get the first two. The fat man couldn't help but miss Robersky, this coward, definitely the best person to complete this kind of task!

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the time, and after telling no one to disturb him, he hid in the ashram and meditated.

Since the battle with Fengyue, Rogge's understanding of magic has changed dramatically. Originally, he had been practicing magic according to the requirements of orthodox magic, and then practicing one by one with clear categories and strict levels of magic. In addition to launching a spiritual impact, the huge spiritual power can only be used for more precise control magic. Like most magicians in the world, he was obsessed with studying the highest level of magic that his magic could unleash, and put aside the low-level magic after he could use it proficiently.

That time, his battle with Fengyue was unusually hard.

Fengyue's elusive death scythe didn't give him any time to recite the spell at all, but at the moment of life and death, he forced out Rogge's method of using spiritual power to attack directly. For the first time, Rogge discovered that the magic shield formed by mixing spiritual power with dark magic power was extremely fast and effective, and could withstand the attack of Fengyue's Death Scythe, of course, he also knew that Fengyue was completely unexhausted. But on the other hand, the attack launched after his spiritual power was completely materialized, even Fengyue had to dodge. It's just that this attack method is too draining of mental power, and the more economical way to deal with ordinary opponents is to use spiritual power to directly drive magic power to form a magic array, so as to cast low-level magic. Although Rogge can only cast level 3 magic in this way, he can cast magic almost instantly!

The highest-level mage battle that Rogge could draw on was the battle between Elesis and Floya. Because of the many secret potions and artifacts, Floya can cast powerful high-level magic in a row with extreme luxury. Elesis, on the other hand, is a different style entirely, her magic is self-contained, extremely fast, and often establishes absolute superiority in an instant by blasting a large amount of low-level magic.

Fighting a mage like Elesis, even hand-to-hand combat can be a warrior's nightmare.

After thinking about it for a while, Rogge already understood that this was the direction he should work towards.

After a few days of hard training, Rogge has become extremely proficient in the first-level spell magic missile, and after mixing it with dark magic, the color of the magic missile released has changed from red to purple and black, and the power has increased by nearly half. Although the lethality of a single magic missile is very limited, the number of them is very large, and the lethality is also very terrifying.

At this moment in the quiet room, Rogmer stood for a moment, and suddenly more than a dozen magic arrays flashing with purple and black light appeared around him, and five magic missiles flew out of each magic array. Dozens of magic missiles flew through the air for weeks, gathered in one place, and flew towards Rog. A huge silver shield suddenly appeared in Rog's hand, and he shrank behind the shield, followed by a series of earth-shattering explosions in the quiet room......

"Lord Rog, what's wrong with you!" An elven guardian warrior rushed into the completely destroyed quiet room, and was completely terrified to see Rogge's face blackened, with only a few strips of cloth left to cover his body, and a large black burn on his body.

Rog stood there for a moment, then burst into a burst of laughter with great joy, and then swept the stunned elf in a flash of lightning and kissed her on the lips. The elf was taken aback and struggled hard, but how could the delicate elf overcome Rog's brute strength?

After a long period of passionate kissing, Rogge raised his head and looked at the elf in his arms. Her eyes were half-open, her breath was short, and her face was flushed.

"Adjani?" Rogge remembered the Elven Guardian Warrior of the Darkmoon Clan, who was also the one who served him the most appropriately.

Adjani blushed again, and she whispered, "Lord God, I'...... I didn't mean to break in. There was a sudden explosion in your meditation room, and I was worried about your safety, so I came in...... I have disobeyed your commands, punish me. ”

Rogge smiled slightly and said, "That's just a little magic experiment I'm doing, don't worry." However, you did disobey my orders, and the punishment just now is obviously far from enough......"

Adjani was taken aback at first. The magic fluctuations that came out of the explosion were so strong that she had only felt them in a few of the most powerful magicians of the elven clan. It turns out that the Divine Envoy is testing magic! In this way, in addition to the divine power given by Shiloh himself, the Divine Envoy is also a master of magic. When she heard Rogge's next sentence, she was startled, and then she realized that she was ashamed again.

Rogge was all too familiar with elven armor now, and before Adjani could recover his senses, he had already unfastened the intricate chains and swam into her underwear, wandering incessantly over her elastic skin.

"Adjani ......" Rogge's voice grew thicker.

"Hmm......! Don't! Don't move there!"

"Tell me, what level of warrior are you?" Rogge vigorously kneaded her incredibly bouncy body.

"Lord Divine Envoy, I am a twelve-level ...... Darkmoon's ...... Shadow Swordsman, will you stop, my lord, I ......."

"It's already level twelve, that's not far from the Templar Guardian, no wonder you're so pliable and strong!But Adjani!'s punishment for you is far from over......" Rog reached down with one hand, caressing her sleek buttocks, and digging deeper and deeper......

Adjani writhed violently and groaned, "God Messenger......! I'd love to, but it's not in harmony with the Elven faith...... I can't go any further......"

"I am an oracle, what I say is an oracle, and what I agree with is the true faith of the elves!" Rog said almost in a low voice. With a little force, he shattered all of Adjani's resistance, and the delicate elven skirt armor, dark green trousers, and two thin swords, one long and one short, all slipped to the ground......

Adjani's legs went limp, and the two people who were entangled fell to the ground.

"Ah......h

"Adjani!" Rogge cried out very softly......

"Huh?"

"Will you go to hell for me?"

"Divine Messenger, I will ......"

Adjani's moans suddenly became louder, and she could only hear the five elven guardian warriors quietly hiding on the side.

Only Feng Die's face turned white, biting her lower lip and leaving quietly......

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