The Basin of the Fallen God has been trapping the army of the Rhine League for three days. The main force stationed in this improvised fortress is the Yemo Mercenary Regiment, and there are more than a dozen small mercenary groups to assist in the defense. These days, the Duchy of Ron has been bolstered by troops stationed in the fortress and strengthened its defenses.

Even if the Rhine Alliance broke through the narrow passage of the Fallen God Basin, there was a permanent military fortress fifteen kilometers away from the exit, where the 10,000 knights of the Celestial Knights and 30,000 mercenaries would deal a fatal blow to the exhausted Alliance army.

No matter how provocative they are, these days the Night Motorcycle Mercenary Group just hides in the fortress and can't hold out. Marshal Rocherio was not in a hurry, and only sent people up to shout and curse every day, as if he had only five days left to store food for the other party and not himself. Of course, if you attack head-on, the magicians hiding in those fortresses on the hills on both sides of the passage are not vegetarians.

These days are rare good weather, and the sun is soaking the soldiers on both sides.

Opirok and Marshal Rocherio rode side by side in front of the fortress, looking at the bone in front of them, which seemed to be difficult to gnaw.

"Although it was built in a hurry, it was not leaky, and basically used the terrain here. Well, the configuration of their winged magicians is also very interesting, it's not easy to do! the attack is too risky, so let's wait. Marshal Rocherio said calmly and slowly.

Opirok couldn't help but be a little strange, Marshal Rocherio's attitude of not caring about matters seemed to be just a person watching the excitement, where was there a little bit of the appearance of commanding an army of 100,000? Wait? The military rations did not wait for anyone. Seeing that the military rations were about to bottom out in five days, and the supplies in the alliance could not be delivered, it looked as if they were going to deliberately lose the war.

Ophirok squinted at the fortresses on the hills on both sides, and said lightly: "Lord Marshal, if we take down these fortresses, what do you think our chances of winning?"

"Dear Ophorok, you want to go on your own adventure again! If you have any damage, how can I face the Grand Duke? They are not fools, they must have set up enough ambushes in those fortress areas. On such a steep mountain, there were not many people in the whole army who could climb it. Besides, there is a magician on the other side, and our magician can't climb up. ”

"Lord Marshal, the other party seems to know that our Lhasa Grand Karcist and Master Hierro will not be able to go on the expedition. Don't you think it's strange that this inexplicable war is happening at this time?" said Ofirok as he stared at the marshal.

"Strange? Lord Opirok, now the only thing is to think about how to win this war! This is our duty as human ministers! I'm already old, so I'm a little lazy, so you can just let it go!

Ophorok was angry and funny. Although the battle with the Duchy of Ron was a bit inexplicable, there was really only one way to win at the moment.

He stared at the terrain of the Falling God Pass for a long time, and said slowly, "What if I take all the fortresses on the left tonight?"

Rocherio smiled like an old fox and said, "If that's the case, then tomorrow they will have to fight us head-on, or they will have to retreat on their own initiative." In any case, after occupying this passage, the Luoshen Basin with a radius of 100 miles will belong to the territory of the Duchy of Bavaria in the future!"

Ophirok snorted, secretly believing you old fox. As smart as he was, he naturally thought that Rocherio was holding his troops and trying to force his strength. But now that the military rations have bottomed out, Ophilok can't convince himself to use the safety of the 100,000 army as a political bargaining chip. He also knew that the old fox had already expected that even if he knew that this was just a political game, his honor would never tolerate defeat on the battlefield!

Whatever the reason, defeat is defeat. All the world will see is the defeated Ophorok, a golden lion who has been knocked down from the altar. Therefore, he must not be defeated, and the undefeated prestige of the Golden Lion must continue!

As for forcing the Duchy of Ron to cede land, let's wait until the day of victory. He is not the kind of superficial person who dreams of reaping the fruits of victory before the war starts. What's more, how can this old fox be willing to let the principality monopolize the fruits of victory?

"Dear Lord Opirok, I don't know if you can uproot these fortresses? There are quite a few magicians in them! Judging from the situation in the past few days, it is estimated that there should be about twenty people, which is not much different from the number of our palace mage group. If you can't convince me, I won't approve your venture. Anyway, now that you have captured the Falling God City, it is not in vain. ”

Ophirok looked at the fortress group in the distance steadily, and said lightly: "This time, in addition to the Knights of the Round Table, there are also fifty enforcers of the Inquisition. ”

Rocherio's face was stunned.

The Enforcer is a samurai trained in a special way by the Inquisition, with a strong ability to resist spiritual magic, and the martial arts and equipment are specially designed to fight the magician. For this reason, these samurai are also known as mage hunters, and are the nightmare of all mages. However, there are gains and losses. Enforcers focus on fighting mages, which makes them far less effective than knights or warriors.

"What's more," said Ophirok as if to himself, "our two archmages and a sword master are not here, but I am here, and they will have to pay the price for their arrogance." ”

Rocherio listened and knew that Opiroc meant something else. But he only smiled slightly, and he didn't understand the meaning of Ophorok's words: "No one can deny your power. But on the battlefield, it is difficult to use your own courage to control the whole situation of the battle! Dear Opherok, from the perspective of a father, I do not approve of you taking such a risk. ”

"But if this power is used in key places, it will have the effect of turning the tide of the war. Since the arrogant Ron has miscalculated our strength and put the magician in front of us, I will be so sorry for them if I don't accept this great gift!"

In the open and secret battle between the old and the young, night fell quietly.

The night in the Fallen God Basin was quiet and peaceful, and most of the soldiers on both sides had fallen asleep, and the word war seemed to have nothing to do with this battlefield.

A few sentries of the Night Motorcycle Mercenary Regiment were leaning against the stone wall of the tower, looking boredly at the dark Rhine Confederate camp in the distant basin. The war has been going on for almost a month, and with the exception of the Battle of Falling God City, there has been almost no large-scale contact between the two sides. In particular, the soldiers stationed at the fortress on the hill were simply very happy, and all they had to do every day was to look at the scenery boringly.

The night sentries whispered about women and war. They didn't dare to raise their voices for fear of waking up the two magicians who lived below. In the eyes of these ordinary swordsmen, all magicians are mysterious, powerful, and terrifying figures. In particular, these two magicians are still from foreign countries! The big men have invited these magicians back from far and wide, and they must have been more experienced than Ron's own magicians.

What's more, these two great magicians claimed that they had set up a magic barrier around it, and no one from the Rhine Alliance would be able to sneak up on this place without hiding from the barrier. Besides, even if you want to sneak attack, you have to climb this hundred-meter cliff first.

Several of the sentries yawned boredly. One of them suddenly felt a little dazzled, as if there was a figure in mid-air. He laughed self-deprecatingly, how could there be a figure in mid-air? Even those ghosts would never dare to approach the battlefield!

But he rubbed his eyes, and then opened his mouth wide in horror, there really was a person! a person floating in the air, looking at him quietly, with a little pity. The figure did not move, but the sentry found that his consciousness suddenly blurred, and his strength was rapidly lost, and then there was a heart-piercing pain in his heart, but he could no longer call......

Opirok floated like a ghost above the fortress. As soon as he started his hand, he sensed the existence of the magic barrier. In an instant, Offirok searched for the location of the two magicians along several faint magical energies connected to the magic barrier. Demon Hunt Perception, a skill unique to the Holy See's high-level enforcers, can detect subtle magical fluctuations from magic traps and enchantments, and thus discover the location of the magician. Although not as trained as the Enforcers, with the Paladin's unmatched prowess, Opirok had no difficulty in using this skill.

Two strands of golden fighting qi shot out from the golden lion's fingertips like lightning, and without hindrance, they passed through the heavy stone walls of the fortress without hindrance, and sank into the chests of the two mages who had just been awakened by the magic enchantment alarm, and tore their hearts just right.

The whole fortress is still sleeping.

Opirok calmly entered through the window, without waking the ten sleeping soldiers inside. His figure flickered throughout the fortress, and there was an extra battle spear condensed by fighting spirit in his hand. If he just stared intently, he would be as leisurely as walking in his own castle, but the blood in the entire fortress was getting heavier and heavier.

Moments later, Ophorok's figure appeared at the top of a lifeless fortress, hanging several long ropes down the cliff. A short time later, the Knights of the Round Table appeared on the fortress, followed by Kate, who had become reticent. He took a deep breath, savoring the heavy bloody breath in it, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The figures climbed the fortress one after another, and in a few moments, more than eighty people selected by Opirok from the Golden Lion Knights, Lionheart Knights, and Church Enforcers all climbed up from the bottom of the cliff.

Opirok quietly pointed to another fortress not far away, and the messengers of the Grim Reaper dissolved into the night, quietly sneaking towards those sleeping targets.

As the moon began to sink in the west, nine of the twelve fortresses on the hill west of the Fallen God Pass were forever thrown into the arms of death. Finally, the raiders' luck came to an end at the tenth fortress. A knight inadvertently touches a magic trap that alarms the defenders of the remaining three fortresses.

Five or six magicians climbed to the top of the fortress, and in a matter of moments, a dozen fireballs and ice picks repeatedly plowed the area where the invaders existed. However, after a magical storm, only three or four unlucky ghosts who happened to be in the center of magic fell, and the rest of the sneak attackers rushed through the sea of fire and ice wind in the mage's stunned gaze, and accelerated towards the nearest fortress.

A strange roar resounded through the battlefield, and six spears with golden tails pinned the exposed magicians to the wall like thunder and lightning.

After throwing six spears, a layer of white swept over Ophirok's face. He slowly landed on the ground from the air, waiting for his fighting spirit to recover.

Without the support of the magician, ordinary Ron soldiers would have been reduced to being slaughtered.

As soon as the sky dawned, the fortress of the Falling God Pass was in chaos. Every now and then, a fireball would whistling down from the top of the hill on the west side, scattering flames into the fortress. Although the lethality of such a long-range magic attack is limited, it is enough to make all Ron soldiers uneasy.

After the battle broke out on the hill on the west side last night, the Yemo mercenaries also tried to go up the mountain to reinforce them, but in the dark of night, they fought in the mountains with dozens of high-ranking knights, which was like sending soldiers to their deaths. By the time dozens of physically weak Rhine League court magicians were dragged up the hill, the battle turned from a small-scale killing to a large-scale massacre of the Yemo mercenaries. The Night Motorcycle mercenaries had to retreat to the fortress.

After losing a dozen mages stationed at the hillhill fortress on the west side, the mages of the Duchy of Ron were no longer able to contend with the court mages of the Rhine League. The Passage Fortress was also completely lost, exposed to the blows of magic.

After two days of support under the baptism of magic, the Ron mercenaries finally withdrew from the fortress of the Fallen God Passage in disarray.

Opirok and Rocherio didn't have much joy as they watched the knights of the Rhine League flood into the Fallen God Pass fortress. Although the entire rich Falling God Basin has been pocketed at the moment, it can be calculated that the losses of Ron's fortress defenders are less than 5,000 people, and there are no injuries or bones. For Rocherio and Opirok, who were preparing to completely destroy Ron's military power in this battle, it really couldn't be regarded as much of a success.

While the war in the Duchy of Ron is raging, a necromancer in the city of Lille is worried about how to curry favor with the upcoming Church magnates.

Rogge couldn't get the tone of these big guys out of the mouth of the old fox Hart. He couldn't help but curse this old man, and the descendants of the next few generations were riddled with bad luck. It wasn't until the old guy inadvertently showed a little embarrassment that Rogge suddenly realized that the old guy didn't actually know anything. Just looking at the cardinal of Burke, who has to prepare for the reception all night, where is Hart, an ordinary bishop, to the extent that he can hear such a secret?

But the necessary preparations still have to be made, lest you accidentally hit the jackpot and be bumped into by this big man. As a guardian knight, he has to look a little bit like that. So the fat man pulled Robertsky, who was also demoted, to buy an outfit worthy of the status of a guardian knight. Naturally, when it comes to dressing up, Franco, a coolie, must be grasped. Rogge finally had some self-knowledge, and understood that most people in the church had good taste. If you choose clothes and accessories according to your own preferences, it will be worse than **.

Faith in God is the most basic requirement of a believer, but in Rogge's view, piety is obviously more important on the surface.

Although the Duchy's soldiers were fighting in Ron, the city of Lille was still a scene of singing and dancing. A large church is under construction, and the foundation alone is fifteen meters deep.

In recent months, everything related to the Church of Light has become the most fashionable topic. This time, the Church of Light no longer seemed to be hiding its immense strength. The strength of the three thousand holy knights stationed in Lille was so strong that even the heavy knights of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, who had always been above the top, did not dare to take the initiative to provoke. Of course, there are also people who don't open their eyes and want to try the strength of these holy knights, but the result is that they are beaten in a one-on-one situation.

The astute nobles immediately smelled the smell of power, and they tried their best to get close to the top figures of the church. Even a character like Bishop Hart, who had been so neglected in the past, suddenly became popular. Of course, Rogge must be indispensable among these people who tend to be inflammatory. But this time, the fat man was really far-sighted, his eyes were like torches, and he was right on the church.

The ladies and ladies of the nobility seized every opportunity of the tea party to discuss which Holy Knights had what background and bloodline, and who were not yet married, and so on, and so on, and sent a family tree for the entire Holy Knights. Unfortunately, there were too few officers of the Holy Order, so the officers of the Austro-Hungarian Heavy Knights also became the target of these noblewomen.

This trend has more or less brought some trouble to Rogge's outfit. The price of the sacred white garments, whether silk or homespun, has increased several times in the city of Lille.

Now the streets are full of white robes, and the angelic emblems of the Church of Light are everywhere.

Finally, the three of them came out of a richly decorated tailor's shop.

Rogge was already dressed in a white cloak, and the saffiano on the back was worth a lot of money just for the embroiderers. Robesy also followed Zhang Luo in a robe. Only Franco looked at the two helplessly, rummaging through them, and he could only find these two sets of clothes that were not too vulgar.

The three of them got on their horses and prepared to find a place to sit and have afternoon tea.

Rogge rode triumphantly on his horse, and a new outfit was a trifle. After revealing the identity of the guardian knight just now, the owner of the shop immediately laughed and reduced the price to five percent off. This made Roger, who was idle at home and had not tasted power for a long time, very happy.

In this period of powerlessness and powerlessness, even Robeschi saw him, and his sycophants were listless. Rogge understands that if it weren't for the fact that this shameless villain was afraid of his identity as a magician, he probably wouldn't even have to save this half-hearted sycophant. Only the attitude of a few bad friends who fought together at the beginning was consistent, and the natural snobbery did not go to his own people, which made the fat man feel a lot of emotion. After all, over the years, in addition to drinking friends and sex friends, several people have also accounted for the word 'comrade-in-arms'.

Now that he is stained with the light of the church, no, Robertsky's sycophants are immediately like the water of a great river, endless and endless, and even Franco sometimes blushes. But Robesy was still unattended, preoccupied with blowing and beating.

Although Rogge was a little uncomfortable at first, he gradually felt that what this shameless person said was not completely unreasonable. After a while, the feeling became a point, and after a while, Robeski's sycophants became so pleasing to the ear that Rogge listened to them as if he were floating in the clouds.

Robeschi was extremely well-behaved, and certainly did not snub Franco. At first, when he praised Franco for being handsome and invincible, and that he was the ideal lover in the hearts of countless noble ladies and ladies, Franco also found it very funny. But then more shameless sycophants came to him, and even when it was said that those aristocratic ladies would be thrilled when they saw Franco, and took the initiative to strip and paste them in public, Franco began to feel that this thing did not seem to be impossible.

Robeschi opened his mouth again, and Rogge and Franco listened intently.

"The two adults will definitely be the big people who will be included in the history books in the future! Even at this moment, maybe there will be countless historians in the future! Even the villain, who is useless, is estimated to be able to get a little light and show a little face in the book. Hahahaha, at that time, the ancestors of the villain were going to laugh out loud in heaven. ”

Franco became interested, "Tell me, what will be written in the book?"

Robesy thought for a while, after all, he was born in the Imperial Academy, but he had some real talents, and opened his mouth to say: "I guess those historians will write like this, 'It was on this day that the greatest monarch, His Excellency Roger Rivers, and His Excellency Franco, the messenger of God, began the process of continental hegemony with their faithful servant Robersky. The wheels of history began to rumble and turn......"

Rogge, who was intoxicated, suddenly woke up, mobilized his mental power, and stabbed Robesy fiercely. The villain screamed, and Tao Tao's fart was cut in half at that time. The fat man looked around and saw that the people around him didn't pay much attention to this side, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he whispered angrily to Robersky: "You dare to say this kind of about fighting for hegemony? If anyone listens to this, do you think Lao Tzu will cut you first to prove his innocence?"

Robesy was also taken aback, and the previous master-servant had been playing happily, and he got carried away accidentally. At this time, words such as hegemony and rebellion are absolutely taboo!

The three of them walked around for an afternoon and finally came back with a good time.

Rogge went to Bishop Hart's residence again, and the opportunity to talk to the old fox was not to be missed. The status of Cardinal Burke is too high, and it is still a little difficult for Rogge, a small guardian knight, to directly stammer.

It was the snobbish butler who received him, and it turned out that Bishop Hart was urgently summoned away by a holy knight at the time of dinner, and he couldn't even bother with the half-eaten calf loin. This couldn't help but make the fat man suspicious, and he didn't know what kind of urgency could prevent a bishop from finishing his meal.

In fact, Rogge suddenly remembered that there were now three thousand dwarven slaves working in his territory. This kind of scene is not to be discovered by the big men of the church in any way. As long as the people at the top of the church are not allowed to witness the grand scene of the dwarven slave camp, even if there are still those who are not interested in stabbing up, with their lofty image of faith and piety and a good record of previous donations to the church, even if the report letter is to the level of Cardinal Burke, it will naturally turn into a big thing and a small thing, and it will be a big deal to make some blood himself.

But after thinking about it, Rogge felt that the blood seemed to be a little too much, and he had already smashed nearly 30,000 gold coins in the church before and after, right? This is the result of Bishop Hart and Cardinal Burke's considerable measure.

But 30,000 gold coins is equivalent to buying back a life talisman and legalizing his own private armament. Even the large-scale accumulation of slaves and the recruitment of bandits have been settled, as for other bullying and dominating the market, molesting people's girls, etc., can it still be counted?

Just as the fat man was thinking of the place of pride, a pile of guano fell from the sky and flew towards his nose, and in a hurry he didn't have time to dodge, and it seemed that it was about to blossom firmly on the fat face. At the critical moment, Rogge didn't have time to think about it, and the stunt that he had practiced for many days was subconsciously launched.

In the blink of an eye, the fat man's face was divine and majestic, and a faint white light flowed down from top to bottom like waves.

The cloud of guano still slapped heavily on Rogge's face, but then it flowed down and fell to the ground as if it had been washed by a wave. Where the guano passed, there was not the slightest trace.

The fat man's whole body was overflowing with holy light, and in terms of this sacred, solemn, and otherworldly appearance, he was far superior to the vast majority of light mages in the church who had real talents and learning.

Occasionally, passers-by witnessed this miracle and cried out loudly: "This, this is a miracle! You must be a messenger of God! I am a low-ranking nobleman, Fyodor, and I have a daughter at home, so you must come to my house to sit ......."

Rogge didn't say a word, dispersed the holy light, and fled. The man behind him trotted all the way and chased after him, still shouting unwillingly: "If you don't like my daughter, I also have three nieces and a niece..."

After receiving the guidance of Elesis, Rogge worked hard to cultivate his spiritual power, although it was difficult to cultivate and improve his already huge spiritual power, but at least he improved a lot in control. Now Rogge has been able to condense his spiritual power into an extremely thin layer to cover his whole body, so that no matter how much religious ritual holy water there is, he will naturally not get on his body. Of course, the thinner the spiritual power shield, the better, and now that Rogge has practiced to the point where he doesn't look closely, he won't find that the holy water hasn't actually touched him.

This kind of top-down fluctuation was only cultivated in the past two days, in order to naturally send the holy water to the ground as soon as possible. As for the white light, it is a variation of the primary magic illumination. And the divine aura came from a small piece of white jade in the pocket of his clothes.

After practicing this set of skills, Rogge, a necromancer, dared to go into the church to shoot the sycophants of those big people.

Thinking about his thoughts all the way, Rogge unconsciously returned to his small building.

It was late at night.

Rogge, who was dreaming of development, suddenly jumped out of bed, and every hair of his hair stood up, like a rabbit meeting a falcon.

It's instinctive fear!

Rogge quickly mobilized his spiritual power to wrap himself up, not daring to have the slightest breath out. A bone-chilling cold hit, and even if he wrapped himself in a two-layer quilt, it would be useless. The fear that emanated from the depths of his soul almost made Rog lose control of his body completely! He shrank desperately behind the cabinet, the sound of his teeth tapping echoed through the room, and a heart almost jumped out of his chest.

The flowers, trees, houses, and even pedestrians returning at night all over the world are gradually dimming. Rogge felt like he was in an empty wilderness at the moment, unable to find anything to hide himself.

In this wilderness, a cloud of holy light gradually lit up in the distance. The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually illuminating the surroundings, and even from a distance, Rogge could clearly feel the power of the light.

Two more clusters of holy light slowly lit up, forming a zigzag shape with the first group of holy light. These three clusters of holy light gradually increased their power, slowly moving towards Rog's side.

Countless small, mist-like dark creatures wailed out of their hiding places and quickly dispersed. Among them, there are many demon spies who are somewhat impressed by Rogge.

After a ghost cried wolf, silence returned to the wilderness for a while.

After a few moments, the whole wilderness slowly lit up, like a sun rising in the night, and a holy light slowly rose from the horizon! it was so hot and so great! its light was like substance, and in the distance, a waterline of holy light appeared, and began to cleanse the whole barren garden.

More than a dozen black mist emerged again, and they began to flee with all their might in the opposite direction of the waterline. As soon as these black mist appeared, the speed of the waterline suddenly increased several times, and it instantly crossed the entire deserted garden. Except for the three black fogs, the rest were swept into the flood!

The creature of darkness tore at Rog's nerves as he struggled to hold back his heart from collapse, barely holding on to the small shield formed by his mental power to resist the impact of watery light.

The tide of light passed quickly, but Rog's fear continued unabated. He was not afraid of the round of holy light like the dawn, but the existence behind that holy light.

It's like a black hole, you can't feel anything, it's as if nothing exists. But Rogge knew that there was an absolute horror there! not even the strongest light could throw it into its range.

Rogge's instinctive fear from the depths of his soul stems from it!

The wilderness slowly darkened, and everything in Lille gradually returned to its original form. Rogge crawled out of the soaked quilt in exhaustion, gasping for air.

Rogge knew that everything just now was an illusion, and it wasn't all an illusion. The dark creatures of the entire city of Lille have been banished almost expelled from it.

Now the city of Lille seems to be a pure land.

Those strong bursts of holy light appeared in the direction of the gates of Lille City, they are the big names of the Holy See in the mouth of Bishop Hart, right?

Rogge shuddered.

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