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Chapter 4: Raging Rog's temporary office is located in one of Sorathu's most luxurious private mansions, where the original owner has become the soul of the Scarlet Twins, but it is unknown if there is a place for it in the crystal of Elgra. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The city that had been struck by the destruction had been restored, and the arrival of 70,000 troops had made the city of Soratu still bustling with traffic, but a thick air of death lingered over the city. In Rogge's eyes, heaven and earth are full of wandering souls. Their strength is too weak to reach Elgra's eyes, but the emotions of the moments before their lives are as strong as those of a strong soul, so they will not be dispersed for a long time.

It's just that no matter when and where, what always quietly emerges in front of Rogge's eyes is the Fengyue wearing a demon lotus.

But the scene that appears the most often is not the peerless beauty sleeping in the coffin, nor the moment when the mask is lifted.

What he saw was in the fierce wind of the world of death, on the top of the lonely peak, the demon lotus that was almost withered, but still standing, and the wind and moon that quietly erased the soul mark and would rather be quietly destroyed!

Rogge locked himself alone in his room, looking at the countless winds and moons in front of him, and let time pass quietly.

Before you know it, the night is falling again.

It was late at night, and the warriors who had been busy in the city all day fell asleep one by one.

Finally, Rog opened the door and strode towards the unit's temporary headquarters.

A moment later, more than a dozen high-ranking generals were summoned to the conference room to discuss tomorrow's expedition. Within the itinerary of the army, there is also a city of Faerun. But compared with Solatu, Faerun is far inferior in terms of city defense and population.

Rogge directly set the goal of the next attack on Faeron, and then left it to the generals to make their own plans for how the army would march, how to supply, and how to divide and attack.

He just listened, but his mind had already flown to the dead world that had long since been destroyed. The eternal lead-colored sky, the eternal wind, the endless wasteland, the black armor, the white wings, and the white feathers that were once on the fingertips all floated from the depths of memory again and again. Rogge presses down a picture, and a new one floats.

'Lord Rogge, this is the plan for the next few days, do you think there are any changes that need to be made?' Wallace asked.

'There is only one thing!' Rogge did not listen to the plan at all, but said: 'Burn the original battle flag!' embroider my coat of arms on the blood-colored double flag, and from now on, this will be the battle flag of our army!' The generals were astonished. Rogge's move will only force the enemy to resist desperately, increase the casualties of soldiers in vain, and add unnecessary variables to the war. But seeing Rogge's calm and murderous face, and thinking of the terrifying existence that followed the army this time, none of the generals wanted to say anything more.

As the generals were about to leave, Rogge suddenly sighed, 'Wait!' The harshest of gods also have their generosity, so we must give a chance to those who are willing to take refuge in us. In this way, before every siege in the future, ask the other party if he is willing to surrender, as long as one person does not surrender, slaughter the city!Well, find a way to inform the Delaware of this news!' All the generals have left, and only Rogge still sits quietly in the conference room alone, until the first ray of dawn pierces the night.

In the cold wind of the early morning, tens of thousands of troops slowly stepped out of the city of Soratu and headed for the next target. The light cavalry in the army took the lead and went to harass the enemy army and cut off the rear route of the army and civilians in the small city of Faerun.

After the army had left the city, a long dragon roar resounded in the city of Sorathu, and the marching warriors turned back to see the dragon again. However, the warriors who looked back were stunned!

Rogge on the horse seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly looked back!

This time, it's not just two dragons rising from the city of Sorathu, but also a glittering castle!

The castle stands on a huge rock pedestal in the shape of an inverted triangle, and the Gothic architecture is magnificent, with a magical glow that weaves like countless ribbons of color outside the building, glowing enough to make even the most brilliant rainbow after the rain shine. In the light of the castle, countless elves fluttered, and they fluttered their transparent wings, surrounded the castle, and chanted the praise of the gods with their unique melodious and beautiful voices.

The legendary floating city, this is a glory that only the gods of heaven can enjoy!

Guarded by two giant dragons, the huge castle slowly flew over the heads of tens of thousands of armies with a trail of light and flames. The shadow of that great shadow almost shrouded tens of thousands of warriors, and even the bravest and most godless wild warriors finally bowed down to this miracle!

The Floating City then rose high into the sky, gradually disappearing into the clouds.

By some time, most of the tens of thousands of troops had fallen to their knees, praying and praising the goddess. Only Rogge stood still, silently watching the floating city sink into the clouds.

There was no suspense in the battle of Feeron. There are less than 30,000 soldiers and civilians in the small city, and the city defense is short and old. The only thing that will make Feron remembered by future generations is that the people here not only love their homeland, but also have the blood of the brave north in their veins.

In front of the Scarlet Twin Flags, they refused to surrender!

Rogge has been replaced with a new suit of heavy armor in this battle. Because of the overnight rush to work, the workmanship of this steel armor is extremely rough, and the only advantage is that it is thick and heavy enough, and the weight of the double-edged axe in Rogge's hand may not be able to be carried by even a strong orc warrior. The huge axe face with a radius of one meter shone with a chilling cold light all the time. And the twisting and thick grip also reminds people of the fierceness of this giant axe all the time.

'What a hero!' Robersky also put on his armor and stood beside Rogge with his sword in his hand. Although he was scared in his heart, he always had to face difficulties, not to mention that in the chaos of the war, the army commander should be the safest place next to him.

'Robeskey, you stand back. If you follow me, you'll die. Rogge said lightly. His voice was muffled through the gap between his helmet and mask.

'My lord, no matter how dangerous it is, I'm going to ......' Robesy was about to seize the opportunity to show his loyalty, when a chill suddenly came from the left and right, almost freezing him in an instant.

The two black-robed men had already stood on Rogge's side at some point. The one on the left was unusually tall, he slowly ripped off the black robe on his body, revealing the dark black armor of his whole body, and the two-handed giant sword in his hand was no less terrifying than the double-edged giant axe in Rogge's hand. The black-robed man on the right only stretched out two sharp bone blades from his sleeves, and his body was still wrapped in the black robe, but a trace of light brown smoke kept emanating from the bone blade, condensing around the blade.

'Robeski, you're going to die if you come along! Rogge added.

Robeski's face was pale, his hands trembling, and he could barely hold his sword. He knew that this was a great opportunity to show his loyalty, but not to mention that he was actually extremely timid, even if he was born brave, it would definitely be difficult for him to withstand the natural coercion exuded by those two black-robed people.

Rogge looked at the head of the city of Faerun, although the soldiers in the city knew that they were in a desperate situation, but everyone's faces were calm, the banners at the head of the city were not chaotic, and no one walked around, greeting the enemy army several times their own with the momentum of Yuan Zhuyue.

"It's courageous that even these low-status civilians can see death as if they were at home!" Rogge sighed as he walked towards Faeron. The sound of his dull footsteps sounded the final death knell for Pheron.

Hearing Rogge's emotion as if he had something else to say, the Black Warrior Emperor and the Bone Emperor were silent and followed Rogge towards Faerun.

The tens of thousands of troops then slowly pulled out and pressed towards Faeron.

The defenders of the city of Faren were very puzzled, why didn't the enemy prepare any siege equipment, could they climb into Faren with their bare hands?

The answer was soon revealed.

As the earth trembled, the weak wall of Faeron suddenly cracked a few large cracks! Rogge had only walked a hundred meters before a section of Faeron's city wall collapsed! In the smoke and dust, the bricks and sand fell, burying many warriors who could not escape underneath!

The three Grim Reapers, who were heading towards the gate of Faerun, seemed to have no idea of the collapsed city walls, and still walked leisurely as if they were walking leisurely.

The Black Warrior Emperor and the Bone Emperor walked higher and higher as if stepping on an invisible staircase, and finally parallel to the city wall of Faerun, and just like that, they walked like they were walking on the ground! The warriors at the head of the city were stunned for a moment, and the few arrows shot here and there were not even the bodies of the two kings. A commander with considerable combat experience shouted, "Bow crossbowmen concentrate, aim at the one on the left, even if he is a holy area, we will shoot him down!" Unfortunately, nearly a hundred archers had just lined up at the head of the city, and a low and strange whining whistle came from far and near! A large dark blue ice ball swirled at high speed, flying towards the city! It was not flying too fast, but with the high-speed spinning, countless blue ice needles flew in all directions. The puck quickly shrank in size, and when it reached the top of the city, it exploded, dumping countless ice needles into the group of archers.

After the rain of ice needles, only a few warriors can still stand at the head of the city.

The Bone Emperor and the Black Warrior Emperor have already kicked the city!

And under the city, Rogge had already walked to the city gate. He looked at the heavy cast-iron clad city gate, and suddenly let out a loud cry, and the silver light flashed around him, and the double-edged giant axe slashed at the city gate! The giant axe could not withstand this force, and the handle of the axe had been seriously twisted, but a large crack had been split on the city gate. Rogge smiled coldly, shouted again, picked up the deformed giant axe, and slashed at the crack!

After a loud bang, the gate of Faeron was cut open by Rogge! He stepped into the gate and looked up at the city. Blood and stumps were splashing everywhere on the city, and the Black Warrior Emperor and the Bone Emperor had turned into two black gases, circling, harvesting the lives of the indomitable warriors.

The slaughter has begun, and courage is useless in the face of these grim reapers, who live for the harvest.

Outside the city, the soldiers of the Tidal Legion who were waiting in formation slammed their guns on the ground, letting out a series of rhythmic 'hoho' cheers, and the heavy legion began to advance slowly.

At dusk, Rogge was already standing on the terrace of a splendid private house in Faerun, silently looking up at the dreamlike floating city against the backdrop of the clouds.

Although he didn't know where the flying city came from, he knew that Fengyue was in it.

But Rogge could no longer infiltrate the floating city that floated high. He clearly felt that the entire castle was shrouded in a magical barrier that he could not yet comprehend. Even if Rog had a way to climb the floating city, he was not sure that he would be able to sneak into the castle without alerting anyone.

What's more, Rogge sighed, what's the use of going in, how should he face Fengyue?

It was late at night, and the city of Faeron had finally quieted down. There weren't many people in the city, so the work of cleaning up the bodies was not too heavy.

Rogge sat in the unlit room, with his hands on his chin, quietly staring at the floating green light in front of him. The green light flickered for a moment, as if it had no strength, and gradually dimmed. Rogge relaxed his mental power slightly, and released the divine power of the goddess of nature a little, so the room lit up with a few more green rays, which were the seeds sown by the divine power of the goddess.

As the seed's connection with the divine power of the goddess of nature was severed again, the leaping green glow inevitably dimmed. In this way, Rogge repeated such steps over and over again, engrossed in observing the rise and fall of the divine power of the goddess of nature.

The fat man has discovered that even the divine power from the gods is not completely irresistible. For example, when she was in the Imperial Palace, the divine power of the goddess of nature would never attack, of course, this may also be because the wrath of the goddess of nature had not grown at that time. And when there is a strong enough presence around him, such as Macbeth, the activities of the wrath of the goddess of nature will be relatively quiet. Especially a high-ranking angel like Macbeth who serves in front of the god order of the Anecdotal Order, although he can't clear the divine power of the goddess of nature, when it comes to suppressing and preventing the divine power of heretical gods, Macbeth, who specializes in dealing with heresy, has a way.

And around Odreh, the divine power activity of the goddess of nature is even weaker. So much so that the fat man can even release his divine power little by little to study it. In the research that is going on all the time, Rogge has a vague feeling that he is about to touch the pulse of another world.

In the silence, Rogge suddenly heard a faint cry. The cry was very familiar, faint but audible as Floya's voice.

Rogge was stunned, his figure flashed a few times, and he appeared in front of Floya's door. He gently pushed open the door and found Floya covering her head with a thick brocade quilt, and judging from her twitching shoulders, she was crying very sadly, but she didn't want people to know, so she tried desperately to suppress her grief.

Rogge just wanted to soothe her, but suddenly found that Floya felt a little different from before.

It seems that she is a little weaker.

He then gathered his mental power and quickly scanned Floya's body, finally realizing that something was wrong with her.

Floya's magic power actually dropped two levels out of thin air, becoming level twelve!

Rogge was taken aback. He sat on the edge of the bed, gently took Floya into his arms, and asked in a low voice, 'Floya, what happened, how could your magic suddenly drop so much?'

Rog patted Floya on the back, comforting her as he wondered what might have caused her magic to suddenly drop by a full two levels. Rog asked in a low voice, "Floya, have you blessed anyone with the magic effect permanently?" Floya fell into his arms, stopped her mournful voice, and shook her head gently.

Rogge's voice was cold, and he said, "Is it ...... Someone has used Spiritual Drain on you?!!Tell me!' He stood up suddenly, his face already frosty.

Psychic Drain is a very vicious spell in death magic that can drain all or part of the mana of a victim to the caster. The amount of mana drained is used up, and the caster does not increase the mana level as a result. However, the target who is drawn will often lose their mana permanently as a result. This magic is the supreme weapon when the undead ** master fights with other magicians, but the difficulty of the eighth order is also commensurate with its power.

In the blink of an eye, Rogge had already thought that there would be no necromancer around here who could use spirit absorption besides Elgra?

The corners of his eyes twitched a few times, and he slowly sat down beside Floya, took her into his arms, and whispered, "I know who did it." Floya, bear with me, we can't turn against them right now. But don't worry, it won't be long before I'll break that lich into bones and bring it back to you so that you can burn it to ashes with your own hands!'Oh?' Floya looked up, her poignant green eyes looking at Rog. She seemed to hesitate, but shook her head heavily, and said, "No, you can't beat the Lich! I won't be of much use to you anyway, even if all the magic is drained, it doesn't matter, I can still make potions, it doesn't require much advanced magic." Ah, I don't understand, but in short, you can't die!' Rog took Floya's arm tightly, and smiled slightly, "Who said I was going to die? I'm sure I'll have to pay enough price, but I'll have a way to break it to bones!' Floya's turquoise eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. She suddenly laughed and said, "Why, fatty, you guessed wrong, this has nothing to do with the lich! ''What!?' Rogge was taken aback. Floya's ability to fuse with artifacts still makes him marvel at the magic of the wizarding world.

But Paradise Lost, which has been completely fused with ** and souls, can still be taken out, which is completely incredible! Without the support of the artifact Paradise Lost, Floya's magic power has only dropped by two levels, which is already good. After all, at her age, she was able to cast sixth-order magic, and she could be called a genius of magic.

Rogge suddenly realized why he felt so familiar when he saw the floating city. Because it was the artifact Paradise Lost! But he didn't expect that when Paradise Lost was presided over by Odreich, it would turn into a miraculous floating city!

He thought for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's a good thing to be able to take out Paradise Lost! your magic is nowhere near enough to fully control this thing, and even if you don't use it, it will drain your life force all the time." Even if you take the dragon bone grass, it won't last a few years. Besides, the dragon bone grass can only be taken once!Why are you crying?' Floya's eyes darkened, and she sighed softly, "Dead fatty, you...... You don't understand. She smiled and jumped to the ground, dancing in place for a week, and said with a smile, "But even if you have a conscience, you are willing to challenge the lich for me!" Rogge smiled, at this time, he was not stupid enough to confess that he would have to fight the three kings even if there was no such thing as Floya. He hugged Floya hard, then gently laid her on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and wanted to leave the room.

Floya hugged the pillow, bit her lower lip, and said, "Dead fatty, why did you change your surname again?" Don't want to stay?' Rogge laughed, "I've learned a lot of new things these days, so I have to hurry up and practice." If I don't have to work, what if there really is something to draw your magic from in the future?I'm a man, how can I protect my woman if I don't work hard?''Phew!' The leprechaun smashed the pillow over and said, 'Who's your woman!', I'm going to sleep!' Rog walked out of Floya's room and went straight to the rooftop terrace. He looked up at the floating city in the night sky, which seemed to appear only in a dream, sighed heavily, and then closed his eyes, and a few more green spots appeared around him.

In the sky, Theseus was sitting leisurely on the top of a tower in the floating city of Paradise Lost, looking down on the dark and dead Faeron below. His razor-sharp gaze traversed the distance, catching a few bits of turquoise that appeared and disappeared below.

As if to make peace with Rog, he let out a long sigh and said to himself, 'Well, you have to go and rob Paradise Lost, but now it's good, who can climb up?' Hughes was sighing when a low voice suddenly came from behind him: 'Is there anything unpleasant about you, respectful, elegant, wise, and with a unique taste, Lord Theseus?'

(To be continued)