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The road leading to the south of Zhang Qi has not yet been opened for dozens of kilometers, but hundreds of thousands of guilty coolies have ushered in a rare rest. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In order to show goodwill to the Dro Empire, the Asrofik Empire stopped the process of building roads, and only after the envoys to the Dro Empire had results did they start to build roads.

In fact, this kindness is quite reluctant. The ambitions of the Asrofik Empire have long been known to passers-by, and it is only a matter of more than ten days to cut down dozens of kilometers of forests.

At this time, in the uncut primeval forest, hundreds of horsemen were walking all the way towards Osinia, the capital of the Dro Empire. Rogge, dressed in ordinary clothes, also followed the cavalry.

The people of the northern country are very skilled in horsemanship, and even those fifty foreign ministers who presided over the negotiations are no exception. Therefore, even in the forest, the speed of this cavalry is quite fast.

After stepping out of the forest, under the guidance of the guides sent by the Dro Empire, the envoys set foot on the road leading to Dro Yanjing.

Rogge looked around leisurely, admiring the scenery around him.

It's the scenery of the south.

Although it is only a few hundred kilometers away from the current territory of the Asrofik Empire, the climate is very different. The remnants of the central mountain range block the cold current in the north, so when the night breeze is still cold on the northern steppes, the Dro Empire is already green and hot. Most of the envoys were visibly unaccustomed to the sudden warmer temperatures, and had already lost their clothes. And Rogge was still wearing a robe, and the temperature had no effect on him.

The landscape of the Droz Empire is still quite different from that of the Duchy of Bavaria, but Rogge always has a sense of déjà vu when he sees this southern scene. Unconsciously, a wave of homesickness rose in Rogge's heart.

However, this emotion only passed by in the fat man's heart.

Along the way, Rogge's most common thing to do was to stand alone in the wilderness at night, staring at the starry sky.

After a few days, the envoys took advantage of the darkness and quietly entered Osinia.

With a population of 500,000, the city has thick walls and dark colors, and looks majestic, majestic and magnificent. In contrast, the buildings of the more southern kingdoms were much lighter. If the southern countries are like a gentle maiden, then the Dro Empire is a majestic man in the prime of life.

In the south of the Droz Empire, hundreds of thousands of troops are fighting to the death. And at the negotiating table in Osinia, the struggle was as fierce as the battle on the front line, which was filled with blood and smoke and flames. The two sides were very different over the terms under which the Asrofik Empire would enter the war. The envoys of the Asrofik Empire insisted that the Dro Empire cede large swathes of territory in the north before they were willing to send troops into the war. And the Dro Empire only wants to cede a small piece of useless wasteland and pay some gold coins to get help.

Rogge has no interest in diplomatic negotiations, and this is not his specialty. In the eyes of the fat man, the sword is the factor that can decide everything. Diplomacy is nothing more than a flower hanging on a sharp blade, which can wither at any time. And the contracts that come out of the negotiating table are largely nothing more than a piece of paper. The sincerity of strict observance of the contract between the great powers is probably at most similar to the devotion of the fat man to the supreme god.

Before leaving for the Dro Empire, Rogge had read a great deal about the empire.

Unlike other great empires, the Dro Empire originated in the southern foothills of the Central Mountains. At that time, the land was scattered with dozens of small city-states and principalities with a common ethnic composition and cultural customs, but they were loosely connected with each other and there was no shortage of wars. For a hundred years, these small countries have been tools used by the surrounding powers, and once a war breaks out, they will either send troops or money, and they will inevitably be tied to the chariots of other big powers. When they are defeated, they can only swallow the bitter fruit, and if they are defeated, there is nothing to be gained.

After a hundred years of this, a miracle finally befell the Duchy of Dro. The Grand Duke of the Principality of Delo has no other skills, but his incitement ability is incomparable, and he lobbied and made speeches from country to country and city to city. In his mouth, the history of a hundred years of humiliation was rendered as the darkest period in the history of the human race since his birth.

At last, the raging anger burned through the southern foothills of the Central Mountains at an alarming speed at the instigation of the Archduke Droz! Dozens of small principalities and city-states stood together for the first time in history, declaring a complete disconnection from the surrounding powers.

What followed was a year of war. Naturally, the major powers were unwilling to accept the loss of their traditional spheres of influence and sent troops to intervene one after another. Archduke Droz had little talent in military affairs, so he elected the highly successful Archduke Thomas as the supreme commander of the alliance to lead the coalition against the interventionists.

In a year of war, both sides won and lost each other, and the alliance suffered more defeats. However, for the sake of freedom, the 20 million people of the Alliance can endure hunger, cold, and sacrifice. For the sake of freedom, they can endure everything!

After the most difficult winter, the major powers around the Alliance, which had suffered heavy losses, finally realized that they could not defeat the hearts of the people of the Alliance who longed for freedom, and had to retreat and recognize the status of the Alliance.

When it came time to divide the fruits of victory, Archduke Droe, who had kept a low profile throughout the war, seemed to be alive again as the father of the alliance. He never commanded an army, which may have been a disadvantage in wartime, but it became a capital at this time.

Because he has never failed.

And no matter how good a general is, in a war that has the upper hand for a year, it is inevitable that there will be several fiascos. These stains became the best excuse for Archduke Droz and his political opponents to accuse them.

The people still remember Archduke Dro, who was the first to stir them up in revolt, and they were even more dazzled by the dazzling aura of miracles on the archduke's head. Archduke Droz openly declared that he was all for the people, and did not seek the position of lord of the alliance at all, and as a result, his prestige was lost for a while. And the lords of the castles and the grand dukes who had made great achievements during the war began a desperate struggle for the throne of the lord of the alliance.

The political struggle soon reached a bloody stage, and within a few days, four city lords and the Grand Duke were assassinated. And Archduke Thomas, who was pushed by Archduke Dro, was killed by a team of mysterious killers at night when he returned home, and the elite guards of the hundred horsemen survived!

The ugly faces of the politicians soon became known to the public, and the major factions in the alliance were at loggerheads, and finally had to compromise with each other, and as a result, the Archduke Droz, who had always been detached and had a special status, was put on the throne of the alliance.

Archduke Droz was useless in war, but he was a rare conspirator in politics. It took him twenty years to bring down his main rivals one by one through various means, so that the Duchy of Dro gradually grew in the alliance. He also brought several minor principalities under his banner through constant marriages.

Twenty years later, the aged Grand Duke Dro finally completed all the arrangements, officially proclaimed himself emperor, and created the Dro Empire.

The history of the Dro Empire determines its unique reality. In the empire, dozens of vassal principalities and city-states, large and small, occupy half of the empire's area. Not only did the local princes wield the power to appoint officials and collect taxes, but many of the grand dukes also had heavy troops. These principalities were the product of the compromise made by the Grand Duke of Dro in order to establish an empire. Therefore, among the three empires, the imperial family of Droz is actually the weakest.

It is precisely because of the special surnames of the various candidates of the Droew Empire that the Bavarian army will fight so smoothly. It was difficult for the main army of the Droz Empire to mobilize these entrenched armies, so they could only helplessly chase after the agile Bavarian army, watching many warplanes slip by.

By the time Rog settled in Osinia, he had already had a rudimentary understanding of all aspects of the Dro Empire.

At dusk that day, Roger Shiran walked out of the place where the mission was staying and began to walk around Yanjing Osinia. Everywhere Rogge went, he drew the gaze of passers-by. It's not because the fat man is handsome, but because he is followed by a charming little goblin. Floya only wore a very ordinary mage robe, and in such public occasions, she was also accustomed to dressing up as gentle and virtuous, but this did not reduce the fatal temptation of her beautiful and unruly face.

Floya followed behind Rogge, maintaining just the right light smile on her face, and whispered to Rogge from time to time. Her every move has a spring wind, quietly into the bone marrow. By the time I woke up, it was already too late.

Her voice was low, so low that only Rogge could hear it, but the content of her words did not match her flawless appearance: "Dead fatty, you have been snubbing me these days!

Rogge smiled helplessly, although she knew that this little goblin was just threatening, but she had the ability to say this kind of thing to make it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. What's more, she is now getting along with Miro, and Miro's intentions for her have long been known to everyone.

"How can I snub you? Every time I go to you, you're either doing magic experiments or meditating! By the way, Miro's strength is not magic at all, if you need magic guidance, why don't you let Adlene help you?"

"I don't like her. Floya refused sharply, and then added, "By the way, I heard that you have another child." If you didn't snub me, then why wasn't I the one who had children?"

Rogge couldn't answer Floya's question, so he had to say vaguely, "You know, I've never snubbed you in this regard. ”

The little goblin smiled lightly: "Okay, then it seems that one of the two of us must have a problem, I don't know if it's you or me." Okay, so to prove that it's not my problem, I'll find someone to try it......"

Rogge was suddenly silent.

Seeing that he was on the verge of exploding, Floya immediately shut her mouth in a knowing way. Suddenly losing a reason and not being able to get angry couldn't help but make Rogge even more depressed. But as soon as he saw the little goblin's appearance when he snickered, all his anger couldn't help but fly away from the clouds of 10,000 meters.

As the two walked along the bustling streets, Floya finally couldn't help but say, "What's so nice about this dirty and messy city?"

Because of the state of war, Osinia, which was also famous for its architecture, has long since lost its former style. The wide avenue was desolate on both sides, many of the merchants were closed, and pedestrians met on the road talking about war. Groups of wounded soldiers can be seen everywhere throughout the city, and people have to face the cruelty of war. Occasionally, a small group of iron horsemen would gallop across the avenue.

At this moment, Osinia is far inferior not only to the famous cities in the south, but also to the famous cities of Richelieu and Tiffany, in the north.

Rogge looked at the messy and dirty city and smiled, "There's so much to see here." The world is wonderful, and wherever you stand, you can see and hear messages even thousands of miles away. So we might as well take a walk in Oshiniado, I haven't been with you for a long time. ”

Floya pursed her lips slightly, and said reluctantly, "Even if you accompany me, I might as well practice plane meditation if I have this time." Do you want to see some militaristic secrets in the details of the city?"

Rogge smiled and said, "Now that military affairs are naturally taken care of by others, I don't need to take care of them." Forget it, I'll explain it to you when you have practiced dimensional meditation to a certain extent. I'm telling you now, I'm afraid you don't understand it either. ”

Floya snorted and said, "If you don't say it, you won't say it, and you're actually putting up a shelf for a great magician." It seems that just a few years ago, there was a person who could only rely on the thickness of his skin to force my magic!"

Every time I think that the princess who was high up in the past and seems to be out of reach has now been ambushed by myself, that instant sense of accomplishment will make Rogge's every pore ooze out of pride. Even though he is already the pope of the largest religion in the north, some vulgar habits on the fat man still haven't been broken.

He was just about to laugh a few times, when suddenly there was a thunderous sound of horses' hooves from the end of the long street, and then dozens of black armored royal guards appeared from the corner of the long street and galloped towards the imperial palace.

Rogra took Floya and stood on the side of the street, letting the dozens of iron riders run in front of him like the wind.

One of the knights in the cavalry suddenly snorted and pulled the reins hard. Suddenly, the horse stood up, took a few steps, and then turned and ran towards Floya and Rog. The dozens of royal guards also showed their superb riding skills, and they all turned around and followed the knight.

Rog frowned, looking up and down at the knight who was clearly coming for the two of them.

The knight looked quite young, dressed in dark armor trimmed with gold trim around the edges, and with a four-winged wyvern representing the Dro's chamber embedded on his chest.

The knight reined in his horse in front of them, raised his hand and lifted his helmet, revealing a rather handsome face. His fiery eyes just stared at Floya, and after a moment, he said in disbelief, "Are you...... Princess Floya, you, why are you in Osinia?"

Before Floya could reply, he was so excited that he jumped off his horse and walked towards Floya, saying with joy, "This is a gift from God!

The knight opened his arms and wanted to hold Floya in his arms. However, at this moment, a smiling fat face suddenly appeared in front of him without warning, replacing Floya's beautiful face.

When the knight was in a state of agitation, the frightening was not trivial. He screamed, took a few steps back, and almost sat down on the ground. When the royal guards saw this, two of them jumped off their horses and lifted the knight up, while the rest drew their swords and pointed them at the two men in the field. Several crossbows were even aimed at Rogge.

Rogge ignored the tip of Sensen's blade and smiled at the knight, "Your Excellency, I think you have mistaken one thing. Floya is no longer a princess now, she's just my woman. I'm sorry, I'm not very generous, and I don't want people to hug my woman casually. ”

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Floya's mouth as she quietly reached over and took Rogge's hand.

When the knight heard this, he was stunned at first, and then saw the intimate look of the two, his face was already blue with anger, and he shouted: "Bold thing, do you know who I am?"

"Your Excellency?" Rogge's smile never changed.

At this time, Floya whispered behind the fat man: "He seems to be the third prince of the Dro Empire, called ...... Called......"

The knight's ears were good, and when he heard that Floya recognized him, his face was so happy that she could not even remember her name, and hurriedly said, "My name is Lather." ”

Lather stared at Floya greedily for a long time, then turned to look at Rogge, her face immediately gloomy, and asked, "What are you that dare to kidnap the honorable Princess Floya?"

Rogge ignored Lather's threat, but turned back to Floya and asked, "You know each other?"

Floya frowned and said, "I once met him in Rhine City, and then I was added to the conditions for the Dro Empire to assist my father......

Rogge nodded and said, "I see." ”

He took a step forward and looked at Rasher calmly, the smile on his face had disappeared for some time: "Your Highness Lather, it seems that the role you played back then was not glorious! ”

Lather's face was gloomy, and he just slammed his hand forward with all his hands!

The black-armored guards rode forward, surrounding Rog and Floya, their swords raised! They were well-trained, and everyone was careful not to hurt Floya, who was standing still.

Rogge stood in place with his hands in his hands, glanced at the black-armored guards, and said with a cold smile: "Get off the horse!"

Rogge's voice wasn't loud, and he didn't seem to have any intention of making a move. The black-armored guards had raised their vigilance, but nothing happened, and they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

At this moment, dozens of horses under their crotches suddenly fell to the ground in unison! Caught off guard, even these elite black-armored guards fell to the ground crookedly. One of the black-armored guards accidentally inserted the sword in his hand into the body of the fallen mount, and as a result, it was as if he had pierced a large skin bag, and in an instant, he was sprayed with a thick black and smelly viscous liquid!

With great difficulty, he wiped the mucus off his face, stood up and looked at the ground, and gasped! The war horse, which had been extremely strong just a moment ago, was now flattened on the ground like a pocket with empty liquid! He looked around again, and only then did he find that the guards were staring blankly at the corpses of the horses that had fallen to the ground and had long since become shapeless. Their faces were pale, their hands holding their swords trembling, and they involuntarily stepped back.

Rogge's face turned into a smile that he couldn't tell whether it belonged to the devil or the angel, he looked at the fallen warhorse, at the black-armored guards who retreated, and smiled at Rather, whose face was as white as a piece of paper.

Rutherden took a few steps back, but his fighting spirit was less than level 10, and he actually stood firm again, which was somewhat unexpected by Rogge. It seems that this third prince has some guts, and he is not intimidated.

Lather choked his sword and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, immediately call the alarm! Gather the city defense army and the court mage, and kill this guy!"

At this moment, a black-armored janissary behind Lather looked at Rogge carefully, grabbed Latser's arm, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, this person can't move! I think he looks a lot like the Pope of the Holy Church of the Asrofik Empire......"

"Nonsense! How did Pope Rogge end up here......" Latser paused, staring at Rogge with a look of surprise on his face.

Pope Rogue, who presides over the Church of Divine Wisdom, is now an important figure who can influence the situation on the entire continent. His appearance is no longer a secret, and there are few royals and dignitaries who have not seen his portrait.

"You ......" Lather didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Now that you know who I am, can I go?" said Rogge, smiling.

Rather's hand holding the sword trembled, and he stared at Rogge, his face almost contorted!

Rogge walked forward with his hands in his hands, and walked away with Floya in high spirits.

"His Highness Rather......"

"Damn, shut up for me!" Lasser turned around suddenly, struck him head-on with the hilt of his sword, and smashed the black-armored janissary who called him to the ground, then gasped, stared at the direction of Rogge's departure, gritted his teeth and whispered: "When the Bavarians are gone, I will see if you northern barbarians can leave the Dro Empire alive!"

At this time, the night was falling, and the lights were on, and Rog and Floya were still walking among Osinia.

"I don't think that Ratser will stop there. It's a bit inappropriate to offend the prince of the Dro Empire in Osinia. There was a gloom on Floya's face.

Rogge smiled and said, "You don't need to be polite to deal with this kind of person. If he really dares to make a move against me, then the imperial army will come immediately, and the Duchy of Bavaria will be flanked between the north and south, and the Dro Empire will be destroyed immediately. Now that he is so smart that he can't bear to do it, then we might as well wait until we defeat the Duchy of Bavaria, and then destroy the Droz Empire. ”

(To be continued)