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Although three thousand elven warriors played the banner of Rogge, three thousand elves are equivalent to three thousand piles of gold coins. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The temptation of great profit is enough to drive people mad and make them unable to see the sharpness of the sword and arrow in the elf's hand. As for Rogge's banner, in all fairness, it is more of an object of scorn in the empire, and it really has no deterrent effect.

Therefore, the elves that walk the land of the empire are like a blood flower floating in the sea, and the sweet smell attracts groups of greedy and bloodthirsty sharks.

Within two days, nearly a hundred teams of ill-intentioned guys dropped out of this team of elves. Among them are adventurers, bounty hunters, co-authors, and even large groups of mercenaries. Of course, they didn't dare to expect to be able to capture the elves of the whole team, but it was still possible to capture a few sentinels while the moon was dark and the wind was high, and for these people, this level of gain could be regarded as a windfall.

In view of this situation, the governor of the province, Duke Doriak, naturally did not sit idly by, and he immediately said that he would send troops to escort him along the way. However, the imperial bureaucracy was inefficient, and by the time Dolyak's troops were brought in, Rogge had already crossed his province. On the other hand, the combat effectiveness of Doriak's troops is far inferior to that of Rog's elven warriors, and when the time comes, who will protect whom?

And after being reminded by the old manager Sara Winger, Rogge was a little more wary of the mediocre-looking Duke Dolyak.

However, today's Rogge is no longer the foundationless magician he was when he first led the elves out of the Central Mountains. His current power is to look at the entire Asrofik Empire, and he also belongs to a small group of people who can say a few words about the affairs of the empire.

Back then, in order to keep most of the elves at hand, he had to endure many things. But now, he is no longer a nameless fat man who can be bullied by anyone.

For these people who are following behind him, Rogge has already made up his mind. Only blood can polish the eyes blinded by greed.

Two days before entering the province, the hunters behind the elves were still watching the movement, but on the third night, finally some hunters couldn't help but move. Only this time, they were really wrong.

In terms of individual strength, small group combat coordination, well-equipped, and even the level of night combat, hunters are better than ordinary elven warriors. Hordes of hunters are ready to adopt wolf pack tactics to tail the elves, ready to pounce and bite hard. But they didn't know that there were still figures like Androni and Theseus hiding among these elves, and that Rogge himself did not climb up through betrayal and conspiracy alone.

On the third night, it was overcast.

The sounds of fighting, alarms, and dying screams filled the elven camp almost all night, and thousands of wolves roamed the darkness of the night to begin their first large-scale hunt on this moonless night.

In the cold night wind, the bloody gas slowly diffused more and more densely.

In the early morning, the elves set out as usual as if nothing had happened. It's just that there is a team of nearly 100 elves among them, who will erect sharpened wooden stakes on both sides of the road every few tens of meters, and then wear an adventurer captured by the elves on the stake.

The elves walked farther and farther away, and one stake after another stood on either side of the road. Many of the adventurers who were put on the stakes alive were still dying, and their limbs occasionally twitched weakly.

Hundreds of blood-dripping wooden stakes turned the path the elves had trodden into a blood-stained path.

The hunters who followed behind the elves were shocked to find that there were far fewer companions hiding in the lush jungle. But how could kind, graceful, and holy elves become so bloodthirsty? At least, the more than a hundred elven warriors nailed the adventurers who had not yet died to the stakes with such skill and ease that there was no mercy at all.

At this time, only at this time, a very small number of adventurers were willing to look through the memories, and they finally remembered that they had seen these terrifying and cold-blooded elves in the Duchy of Are, and they had also heard the name of this elven army, the dark side of the moon.

On the fourth night, the clouds still obscured the splendor of the blue moon.

Sounds of fighting and screams rang out from the mountains and forests surrounding the elven camp. The hunters, who were still tormented by greed and failed to wake up from the bloodshed of the day, to the point that they were still following behind the elves, had quietly changed from hunters to prey at this moment.

The next morning, the elves set off as usual, but on both sides of the avenue, there were hundreds of bloody wooden stakes.

On one of the stakes, there was a young man who looked very athletic. He was very tenacious, and despite being pierced through his abdomen by a sharpened stake, he struggled in vain, trying to get his body out of the stake. Obviously, every movement will give him extreme pain.

Suddenly there was a bow in the forest, and a sharp arrow pierced the young man's back, ending his suffering.

As soon as the sharp arrow flew out of the forest, the elven archer on the dark side of the moon took off the magic longbow on his back like lightning and shot back like lightning.

There was a faint sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the forest, and a terrible scream that sounded like that of a young woman. I just don't know who she is, is she a lover, a sister, or an unswerving partner?

"Is this necessary?" asked Androni, with a look of uncertainty on her face.

"Of course!" replied Rogge, as he leisurely walked through the forest, "I have been warned enough, but they dare to follow us." Annie, the light of the gold coins is so dazzling that only enough blood can bring them to their senses, and there is no mercy or affection to speak of here. I just want everyone to see that as long as anyone dares to attack my idea, whether they are men, women, or children, I will kill them all! Only in this way can I make them think more about their lives!"

Androni sighed and said, "Didn't you always want the elves to enter the Terran country?

Rogge smiled slightly and said, "These adventurers like lonely souls and wild ghosts have no power and few people in the empire, and if they are killed, they will be killed. With the political structure of the empire, the key to whether the elves can integrate into human society only lies in the very few real people in power in the empire. As long as my position in the empire does not fall, at least I can keep these elves who follow me. ”

Androni didn't say anything more, just sighed to herself. As smart as Androni, she naturally understood what Rogge didn't say. The fat man just wants to form this symbiotic relationship with the elves. The elves' combat power, beauty, ability to create various high-quality equipment, and even artistic attainments all constitute a very important pillar for Rogge to build his own power, and after Rogge's power is consolidated, it can also provide enough shelter for the elves.

As long as the fat man is in power, killing some greedy adventurers is not a big deal at all. If the fat man falls one day, he will not be able to protect himself at that time, can he still care whether the elves can integrate into the human country?

is still the same famous saying, after I die, even if it is a flood!

The fifth night was a quiet night.

Outside Clemundson, the provincial capital, Rogge finally joined up with the army led by the Bauhinia Butterfly. According to the plan, this army was supposed to get enough supplies at Clemonson before marching to the southeastern border.

In Clemonson, Rogge once again meets Duke Dolyak. For Rogge, who is currently popular in the empire, Doryak's hospitality can be described as extremely luxurious, but it is a pity that Rogge is currently in a special situation, and he can only thank him for many wonderful after-dinner programs.

The replenishment of the army went very well, and the difficult situation that Rogge had expected did not materialize. On the contrary, Dolyak took the initiative to mobilize all the necessary military supplies for Rogge. Of course, some delays were inevitable, but that was due to the inefficiency of the provincial bureaucrats, not Duke Dolyak's intention to obstruct them.

This time Rogge was able to work with Dolyak so happily, and I don't know if it was because of the crimson road that Rogge left behind a few days ago.

After leaving Clemonson, and after a tense march through the night, Rogge finally arrived at his station, the city of Child, before the deadline.

The Northlands were not plentiful, and the southeastern frontier of the empire was even more barren. This is a thousand-mile wasteland made of red soil, and when the monsoon is raging, the sky is full of red dust.

Rogge had to deal with the vast expanse of the Red Earth Wasteland and two countries on the other side of the wasteland, a hundred kilometers away. And the terrain that Pompey had to overcome was much more complex, with mountains, hills, jungles and swamps.

Barren property, complex terrain, and vast space made the southeastern border of the empire a natural place to use troops.

When the army under the command of Rogge arrived, it was already early afternoon.

The howling wind swept up the red earth that obscured the sky, and the sun that hung low in the sky turned red. Slowly, the city of Hilde, which exuded a murderous aura, emerged from the wind and sand.

The sentries at the head of Sild spotted the slow-moving army from afar. After a short time, a small group of knights rushed out of the city gate and met Rogge's army.

"Lord Rogge, I'm Major Meredith of the Tidal Corps, you can call me May. From today onwards, I will be your adjutant. General Wallace, the current supreme commander of Syrd City and commander of the Fourth Corps of the Tidal Corps, has sent me to meet you. All the senior officers were already waiting at headquarters. Please come with me!"

Rogge looked carefully at Meredith, who had come to greet him. She was very tall, almost on par with Androni, and still looked quite young, but her face was as cold as frost, and her voice was pleasant, but it was very uncomfortable. Perhaps because of being an intelligence officer, she didn't wear armor, but just a well-tailored military uniform, showing off her murderous Bingli.

According to imperial etiquette, General Wallace, the commander of the Fourth Corps, should have led all the senior generals out of the city to greet Rogge, but they only sent a young female officer with the rank of major to lead ten soldiers to greet him! Although Mei was very handsome and beautiful, and the ten soldiers were also tall and handsome ceremonial soldiers and not ordinary knights, it was obvious that the 'Tide' Legion was trying to give Rogge's new commander a dismount.

It seems that it is not easy to command the proud fellows of the Tide Army, especially the fat man who still bears the name of betrayal and lust.

However, when the Bauhinia Butterfly, who was standing behind Rog, saw Merrides, although it was nothing unusual on the surface, its heartbeat increased slightly. How keenly did the fat man's senses? He immediately sensed something strange in the Bauhinia butterfly's heartbeat. Rogge's heart moved, knowing that this young female officer must be more than a low-ranking adjutant, but on the surface, he was not at all quiet.

At least in terms of composure, the gap between Rogge and Bauhinia Butterfly is immediately apparent. The fat man's whole body was up and down, and the temperature, blood flow, and heartbeat were the same as usual, and there was no change at all.

Rogge then ordered the army to camp in place, and then he took only a hundred guards with him and followed Meredith towards the city of Child.

The semi-militarized city of Hilde sits on the edge of the Red Wasteland and is the largest city within a few hundred miles of the vicinity. It is the strongest defensive fortress and the center of stockpiling all kinds of war supplies. Around the city of Hilde, several small military fortresses were built to serve as wings.

From the moment he stepped into the city of Hilde, Rogge had a little understanding of Frederick, the famous general of the empire whom he had never met.

In the imperial Chinese, Hilde means shield of steel. The city's defenses are so strong that it lives up to its name. The walls of Sielder are thick and almost all of them are made of boulders, and the architectural planning of the city is different from that of ordinary cities, and it is obvious that the block plan and the buildings at important intersections have been specially designed for street fighting. If a sufficient number of mages are deployed, the city will become a nightmare for any besieger.

Originally built by the Delaware Empire, the city was originally built to defend against the nomadic tribes, orcs and various fierce monsters on the northwest border. Later, with the rapid expansion of the Asrofik Empire, the city of Sylde became a rock against the imperial army.

Ten years ago, Frederick led the tide to attack the Delaware Empire, and the city of Syrd, known as the iron and stone fortress, was defeated in a battle, and all 30,000 guards in the city were wiped out.

It was also Frederick's last brilliant victory on the Southeastern Front.

(To be continued)