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The flames of war are still burning in the northern country. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Delaware Empire had surrendered, but Rogge did not dare to relax at all. On his original marching route, there were millions of resentful spirits. It was not only the cities that were slaughtered that were slaughtered, but also all villages and towns within a 50-kilometer radius of the army. The seeds of hatred have been sown, and a hundred years will not be enough time to quench them.

Rogge's army suffered heavy casualties, now less than 60,000 men, and in a sense, every warrior who stayed in Delaware was surrounded by more than a hundred enemies.

Rogge's mood was very depressed, like the dense clouds over Tiffany. His mind was no longer on this land where the war was still raging.

Rather than heed his request for surrender, the brave Duchy of Silke brazenly marched in and besieged the weakly defended city of Syrd. Despite the terrible solidity of the city and the fact that the veteran general was known for his defense, Rogge did not think that the 3,000 defenders in the city could hold off an attack of 20,000. But what if the city of Sylde fell, in Rogge's eyes, it was just the last reluctant struggle of a doomed enemy. In the face of absolute disparity in strength, courage alone is not enough.

He was ready to teach the Duchy of Surkle a profound lesson on his way back to the Empire. At this moment, Pompey was fighting on the Eastern Front, and although he had won many battles, his progress was limited, and it was completely different from Rogge's brilliant record of advancing thousands of miles and capturing the enemy capital in one fell swoop.

That's where the strong come in.

Having gathered an unprecedented number of strongmen, Rogge's army could know all the movements of the enemy, could easily open gaps in the strongest city defenses, and could break through any strong position. The strength of the strong men themselves is not enough to control the tide of battle, but they can greatly amplify the combat effectiveness of their own armies. Even if a Sanctuary does not take the enemy's life, just relying on the role of reconnoitering the enemy's movements is likely to turn a close battle into a complete victory for one side.

And in the hearts of those high kings, is the existence of these powerful men a curse or a blessing? Rogge pondered this question, and his heart moved slightly.

Early this morning, all the royal families of Delaware, escorted by the Imperial [***] team, quietly left Tiffany and embarked on the road to the Empire. The former emperor was forty-five years old, tall, thin and white, with a warm and gentle demeanor, which naturally made people feel close. Although the queen beside him has traces of time, she is still elegant and beautiful. They calmly got into the carriage and did not seem to care about the dangers ahead. The three princes and the four princesses are also very royal, not noisy or noisy. However, more than a dozen imperial concubines and many royal relatives cried and cried, unwilling to board the car. However, in front of the swords of the soldiers, they had to take the hastily packed belongings and get into the car one by one.

The leading officers had quietly asked Rog several times if he wanted to kill them all halfway. Rogge also hesitated, but eventually rejected the temptation to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

"What's going on...... Let the Emperor have a headache. Rogge thought to himself.

Rogge's heart had already flown back to Richelieu. The wars of religion in the north were already in a state of white heat, as Mora and all the fanatical mages were busy following the goddess to attack the Delaware Empire, and as a result, the followers of the Wisdom Eye lacked sufficient support, and almost all the churches established in the Asrofik Empire were destroyed, and even the Great Temple of the Wisdom Eye in Dresden was attacked.

As for the indomitable Duchy of Surkle, this credit will be given to Pompey for the time being. Roger pondered that the wars of religion were more important.

It's just that no matter how anxious the fat man is, it will take a few days to make the occupied Tiffany initially settle. There were so many things to worry about and headaches for him.

When the floating city flew north, except for the two dragons, only the three kings of the dead world and Fengyue, who didn't know if they woke up, and the rest of the powerhouses and Mora stayed in Tiffany. Rogge figured out what Odrech meant, to let these strong men stay and assist him. However, since they are strong, most of them have some quirks.

For example, Wen Na, who is among the top ten magisters as a great alchemist, has an extremely hot temper these days. He deigned to surrender, and as a result, he failed to make it to the Floating City, and he was unable to sit down with the lich of the Otherworld. That's why he locks himself up in the tower in his lab every day, declaring that he's not going anywhere except the Floating City and Tiffany. Since he can't go to the floating city, it's good to stay and mend his beloved Tiffany.

Rogge couldn't do anything about him. Wenaken's surrender is already a great thing, so naturally he can't force it hard. However, he couldn't be left alone, so Rog asked the Reaper to stay at Tiffany, telling him to keep an eye on Wenna. However, seeing the Grim Reaper class smiling all over his face as soon as he was free, and taking out that thin sword to look at it, Rogge was really unreassured. The Rapier of the Reaper is a good thing, and the ever-changing and alternating earthy yellow and light blue glows represent the negative effects of sluggishness and aging, respectively. But Rogge had seen a lot of magic weapons of this level, and he really didn't understand why the Reaper class was so obsessed with it.

Rogge asked, but the Grim Reaper just smiled and gave him a contemptuous look, which means that you don't have enough knowledge, and it's useless to tell you.

Androni spends her days at Tiffany. Every time Rog sensed her, he noticed that she was moving at high speed, as if searching for something.

As for Theseus, he has been staying with Floya, drinking tea, tasting magic potions as fruit, and being as leisurely as he is. Rogge repeatedly asked the old fox for advice on his future behavior, but each time he received only this sentence: "As long as you follow the glorious guidance of the goddess at all times, you will naturally be blessed by God." ”

The pious tone and holy posture of Hughes when he said this could simply deceive the vast majority of people in the world, but Rogge resolutely did not believe it. Hughes was an elf, but since Odrech appeared, he never mentioned Shiloh again. The devotion of faith is evident from this.

In addition, the two old men also gave him a headache, Robeschi wanted to be the lord of Tiffany, and Etter wanted to lead the troops, and the two heads of the three days were noisy in his ears. Rogge finally decided to bring the two to Yanjing first, with Tiffany being garrisoned by Wallace. As for Ett's request to lead the troops, I will slowly figure out a way in the future.

This magic swordsman's personal strength is enough. The eleventh-level Dou Qi plus the sixth-level magic power is also enough to fight with a martial artist with a thirteenth-level Dou Qi without falling behind. However, if Ette had only cultivated Dou Qi, he should have possessed a fourteenth-level Dou Qi by now.

However, the level of personal strength has nothing to do with the ability to lead. The entire southeastern front is full of dangers, and the situation is complex and dangerous, which is completely different from when he led the dragon and the mercenaries of the beauty to fight in groups. Rogge didn't want to just be reunited, and this brother died on the battlefield.

In the past few days, no matter where Rogge goes, he will take Mei with him, and he can't help but restrain her vindictiveness. Mei, as always, conscientiously did her job as an adjutant. It's just that she knows very well that once she shows the consciousness of resisting or running away, Rogge's instantaneous instant death magic will immediately fall on her head. And after her death, the real hell will be revealed.

Finally, the busy Rogge took care of Tiffany's affairs, and the army of 10,000 was ready to set off.

Rogge stood on the main floor of the palace. Aside from the magical tower of Winner, this is the tallest building in all of Tiffany, large enough to overlook the entire Yanjing. It seems that the former emperor is also a very open-minded person, although he is not famous, but he can lead a small empire to compete with the Asrofik Empire for so many years, he can definitely be regarded as a promising emperor.

Late at night, everything is silent.

Tiffany is in order during the day, but the prosperity of the night is not restored overnight. The liquor shops and prostitutes, which are lit up all night long and bustling with people, are obviously depressed, and there are hardly any locals to be seen, except for mercenaries or adventurers who come to dig for gold. The streets and alleys were even more empty, except for the occasional sound of horses' hooves passing by the Imperial cavalry.

The blue moon had passed mid-heaven, and the night fog shrouded Tiffany in the cold night. As far as the eye can see, the lights of thousands of homes are filled into clusters of yellow or white halos in the mist, bringing a lot of warmth to the cold night.

Mei had gone to rest. Since that time, she has behaved in absolute peace, and seems to have resigned herself to her fate.

Rog exhaled and watched as the white mist dissipated in the night sky. Only now can he take a break from it. He suddenly felt that he was busy now, and it seemed that he was running around for other people's affairs, but he had never figured out the things around him. Eight years have passed since he first met Rodriguez.

He looked north, the direction in which the floating city had vanished. In that flying castle, there is also Fengyue, who he cares about the most.

The tavern has always been a great place for sleepless people, and although it is far less pompous than it once was, Tiffany's largest "Bear and Cow" tavern is still very lively. Although it was almost full, there were still customers pushing the door in from time to time. Adventurers, travelers, and mercenaries don't care which family's banner is planted on the walls.

However, the atmosphere in the tavern is unusually solemn now.

The tavern was originally a gathering place for all kinds of people, and people of other races were not uncommon. But this is the first time an underground gnome has appeared in this tavern. All kinds of wine were piled up on the table in front of the dwarf in the ground, and he had to stand on the chair to get his hands on the jugs. The underground dwarf was wrapped in a tattered black robe, don't look at his small stature, but the amount of alcohol was not small, and he had already drunk several different pots of liquor in a while, and he was still not drunk at all.

To the astonishment of the well-informed, the underground gnome was accompanied by a beautiful woman whom had never been seen before, and she had an arrogance that matched her beauty, and she only tasted the wine glass by glass, and did not look at everyone in the tavern.

Among the mercenaries or adventurers who drank in the tavern, there were many capable people, and they had already seen that this beautiful woman beyond the imagination of the world was very, very weak. Such a woman came alone in this tavern, and she was like a lamb in a wolf's den! Did she count on the underground dwarf to protect her?

But there was a strange majesty in the woman, so that no one in the crowded tavern was willing to sit within a few meters of her, and not only that, but the fierce warriors could not even look at her for a moment. As soon as that beautiful figure came into view, an invisible force would quietly attack, and they subconsciously immediately looked away.

Finally, the woman raised her head, her indifferent gaze sweeping the entire hall. Her eyes were clearly expressionless, but the strongest fellows suddenly had a feeling that this beautiful woman, who seemed weak and helpless, was looking at the people in the tavern with the critical eyes of an old diner looking at food, and asked them to turn their heads away from each other.

But their gaze still involuntarily turned back, not at the beautiful woman, but at the strange spear stuck in her side. The gun seemed to be carved from a single piece of crystal, almost transparent, and the body of the gun was swirling with a cloud of smoky silver. Everyone who sees it seems to hear the war spears shouting and roaring angrily!

"Artifact?" a beautiful and dangerous word crept up in everyone's hearts.

The underground gnome poured a large glass of strong mint wine in the blink of an eye, and exhaled with great satisfaction.

"Master Wella, wine is really a good thing! It turns out that after having a physical sensation, the world is so beautiful!" The underground gnome sighed with emotion. It is also unable to use mental fluctuations to communicate with its owner, only in words. However, none of the underground gnomes could understand the language, because it spoke the language of dragons.

Wella licked a little bit of each wine, savored it, and then tossed the whole pot aside. She was noncommittal about the feelings of the underground dwarf.

Maybe it's because of the fact that they drank too much wine, and the underground dwarf is a little bolder than before, not to mention that it feels a little wronged: "Master Wella, why did Master Fengyue leave suddenly? She actually left the loyal Gregory, and would rather take those three guys from the world of death and the silver dragon who only knows how to fight!"

Wei Na seemed to be thinking about something, and it took a long time to reply: "Your Fengyue master has made up his mind to concentrate on being her goddess. Gregory, every time he calls to Fengyue, can you hear it?"

Gregory immediately nodded, "Yes, master's lord...... Ah no, he's used to calling me when he calls the master of Fengyue. In fact, even if he doesn't summon me, I can know about the existence of the soul contract with the master of Fengyue. ”

Gregory used to calling his master's master, but since he had one more owner, every time he called Rog his master's master, he would invite a repair from his master. However, it is difficult to change the habit, and Gregory still often talks about it.

Wella pondered for a moment and said, "Gregory, when he summons Fengyue in the future, you have to tell me immediately!"

Gregory had just reached the halfway point of the struggle with a large glass of ten-year-old brandy, and was startled when he heard this, and immediately said, "Master Wella, you ......."

It must be asked. The underground gnomes don't want to get involved in the war between the two masters.

"When he calls Fengyue again in the future, I will go for her. Wella said lightly.

"You...... Are you going?"

Wella smiled lightly and said, "Yes! and is always available." ”

The underground dwarf pondered for a moment, revealing an expression of sudden realization, but then it remembered something and said, "But every time the master of Fengyue appears, he travels through the space. You're still weak, as if you're ...... It seems that this is not possible yet. Look, don't you add some strength here?"

Wei Na looked around, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Their strength is too small, and they look dirty, I am not interested." ”

The two big ears of the underground dwarf moved slightly, and they immediately collected this extremely important sentence in their ears. Gregory suddenly felt that the tattered shadow robe on his body was becoming more and more cute, although it was a little shabby, but at least it did not attract the attention of the owner of Wella. However, the underground gnomes have a long-term vision and are determined to never suffer from future troubles.

"Master Wella, that woman named Androni chases you every day, her strength is full and pure, why don't you ask for your surname......"

Wella stared at the underground gnome, her fierce gaze almost freezing him! She was actually annoyed by Andronie's pestering, and she felt a little urge to swallow her in one gulp. But after all, that can only be thought about, but this underground gnome is still constantly stirring up her already weak defenses.

Wine is indeed a good thing. It can amplify the real ** in people's hearts without limits.

A swordsman with a grim face, snorting wine, stood up and asked gloomily, "Little girl, where did you steal that gun?"

Everyone in the tavern looked at the swordsman's shining fighting light, and then looked at Wella, who didn't feel any strength, and they all waited to see what would happen.

Wella's fingers tapped lightly on the table, and a strong wind suddenly spawned behind the swordsman, whistling at the vital point of his waist. The swordsman was taken aback, thinking that someone was sneaking up from behind, and instinctively jumped to his feet! However, a steel table knife appeared above the swordsman's head at some point, and as soon as he rushed down with all his strength, the handle immediately sank into his forehead.

Looking at the swordsman who fell in front of Wella, there was silence in the tavern. Wella smiled coldly and reached out to lift the Dragon Soul Battle Spear.

"Wella Master!" The underground gnomes cried out at an inopportune time. He ...... He seems to be summoning the master of Fengyue again. ”

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the tavern! Wella waved her hand to summon the Demon Lotus and stepped into the air.

After the wind calmed down, the underground gnome suddenly found himself left alone by his master in the middle of a group of fierce men.

As soon as Wella left, the coercion that had suppressed everyone in the tavern disappeared immediately. As soon as people's minds turned clear, their greed for the dragon soul war spear was immediately reborn. They slowly surrounded the lonely, weak underground gnome, intending to capture it and see if they could torture it for something.

Gregory was stunned.

The next moment, there is only one thing in people's consciousness, and that is fear!

In front of this natural dragon power derived from the divine dragon, all the people who were completely defenseless were knocked to the ground by fear, and even the strength to move their bodies had been lost!

The underground gnome drew his short sword, howled and jumped around, and thrust a few swords into the bodies of several murderers that it looked particularly unpleasant to, and then walked away.

As it walked, it muttered, "Hmph, never underestimate an underground dwarf who can speak dragon language......"

But Gregory's sentence was also spoken in dragon language, and no one could understand it, but it was in vain that he wasted all his painstaking efforts.

(To be continued)