This skeleton doesn't look like a high-level monster, not even a skeleton. The whole skeleton is not large, and it can be seen that he was not a very tall person in his lifetime. The bones were strewn with mottled marks, and some of the bones, such as the very important skull, had several significant cracks. As for the ribs, they are less than twenty, and they may not be known which wild dog is used as life-saving food. The only thing that stood out was the two slender skeletons behind that seemed to be wings or something.

This is the creature created by the origin of God??Rogge's jaw is about to fall, no matter how you look at it, this skeleton should not have anything to do with the gods of the heavenly realm, can it be said that the gods who enjoy infinite glory in the sky are no different from evil in nature?

Rogge's mental power slowly extended over, gradually fused with the skeleton, and began to try to control it, checking the skills of this perhaps new breed of monster. Everything went well, and this skeleton didn't seem to have any special abilities, except that it was a little more powerful than the average skeleton. A wave of fatigue hit, and Rogge knew that he had run out of mana. "Alas, no matter what, you are also my pet, and your name will be Fengyue from now on. Not wanting to delve into the relationship between the skeleton and Fengyue, Rogge sent the skeleton back to the other world. At the moment when the skeleton disappeared, Rogge seemed to feel a trace of depression coming from it, dissatisfied with the name. Just kidding, the skeleton is depressed too?"I must be too tired." ”

Early the next morning, after three consecutive pet summons and exhausted his magic power, Rogge finally accepted the fact that his pet was a skeleton. The routine meditation has made up for the magic, and it's almost dusk. "It's time to go for a drink. ”

The Oak Grove pub is a bit old, and it's not small, just three blocks from the School of Magic to the north, and it's also one of the places where Mercenary Guild quests are released. Therefore, magic apprentices and mercenaries gathered, and naturally there were hot girls and girls who wanted to catch a golden beetle.

"Yo, isn't that Rogge? I haven't seen you for a long time, I heard that you have changed your surname in the past six months, and you are really ready to be a great magician?" Etter is five big and three thick, three years older than Rogge, Lao Tzu is the captain of the cavalry brigade of the city defense army, and he is also a middle-level knight, he has been training Ette to become a knight since he was a child, but he somehow sent his son to the magic academy. However, Ette still has some talent, he entered the school a year later than Rogge, but he became a third-level mage half a year earlier, and is currently working towards a fourth-level mage.

Rogge walked over to Etter and sat down, and without saying a word, he took his glass and drank it, and after a long sigh. There were also three people at the same table who could be seen as gentlemen, wearing the thin swords commonly used by nobles. The two dancers were laughing and joking with the crowd. Ette put his arm around Rogge's shoulder, "I said, brother, these words are really boring without you." Others don't have as many fancy intestines as you. Why, I'm annoyed, is it a girl who didn't put it on? haha. Wrap it up on my big brother. Come on, have a drink first!man, get two more bottles of your tequila!!"

The atmosphere in the bar gradually arrived, and from time to time there broke out one or two women's screams and a few loud laughs. "Come, Brother Rogge, I'll intersect, intersect,...... For example, this is Lens Blom, the second son of the Earl of Blom, and this is Kate, who is my father's immediate boss. This is Franco, nephew of the Marquis of Fren. Etter opened his tongue and introduced Rogge again.

"I said, that girl over there is good, but it doesn't seem to be easy to deal with. Lens stared at a corner of the bar. The crowd hurriedly followed his gaze. On a table in the corner sat four men and two women, who looked like mercenaries, one of whom was dressed as a mage. A girl is about ten years old, dressed in short dark armor, with her snow-white slender thighs exposed, and a belt tied around her thighs with three throwing knives stuck in them. The cuirass was not very colourful in the dim light of the bar, but it was undoubtedly well made and accentuated the curves of the girl's breasts. The neckline of the cuirass was open low, and a deep cleavage almost made Lens's eyes fall in. A two-handed big sword beside him made a few people sober up a little, after all, the giant sword of this weight shows the strength of the girl on the side. The face of the samurai was hot and gorgeous, and her long hazel wavy hair was casually draped around.

Beside the samurai sat a little aristocratic girl with pink makeup, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and wore a long dress with little decoration except for exquisite workmanship and precious materials. The only conspicuous decoration on the girl's body was a pair of blue stone earrings.

The impudent gaze of several people was immediately noticed. The warrior glared back, and Lens whistled back. The female warrior had a frosty face, and her hand touched the hilt of the sword, but she was held back by the mage. "Don't make trouble here, Kivi".

At this moment, there was a sudden silence in the bar, and everyone looked at the door of the bar. The first thing that took everyone's hearts was the fluttering blonde hair, like the brightest sun, which made everyone lose their minds for a while. Beneath that blonde hair was a handsome face comparable to that of the sun god, with a calm smile forever carved on it. He wore only a breastplate made of gold, decorated with intricate patterns of magical silver. In the center of the cuirass was a golden lion head, decorated with a cross and tulips.

"The Golden Lion of the Rhine League, how did he come here?" The only son of the lord of the largest Duchy of Bavaria in the Rhine League, Opirok was sent to the Holy Church of Light for guidance since he was a child, and returned to the Rhine League half a year ago. Opirok was one of the three youngest high-ranking Templars of the Church, and at the same time showed outstanding military talent at an early age, coupled with his natural handsomeness and illustrious protégé, which even overshadowed several princes of the Rhine League.

Beside him was an iceberg-like woman, only half a head shorter than the tall golden lion. There was no expression on his stunning countenance. The woman was dressed in a rare black mage robe, and there seemed to be black flames rising between her steps, but her swaying figure was the temptation of exhaustion. Behind the woman were two guards, slowly emitting a murderous aura that seemed to be substantial, showing that the two had walked between life and death countless times.

Ofirok and his party walked up the stairs. It took a long time for the bar to return to its usual hustle and bustle. Rogge was restless in his heart, and for some reason, he always seemed to see a pair of silver eyes on Ophorok's dazzling face.

"Bang!" A large wine glass exploded next to Rogge, and the ale inside spilled Rogge off guard. But Lens was even worse, and the glass landed on his forehead. Rogge turned around and saw a murderous female warrior approaching with a big sword, followed by four male mercenaries, in a fighting posture.

It turned out that everyone had drunk too much, and Lens's heart rose again, squinting his eyes at the chest of the female warrior, while rubbing the chest of the dancer in his arms fiercely. When the warrior turned back again, he still struggled to pull his hand out of the dancer's clothes and shrugged his middle finger at the other. Then the glass in the hand of the samurai blossomed on Lens's forehead.

In the past, fighting in bars for women was commonplace for Rogge and others, but these mercenaries who seemed to be battle-hardened were not something they could deal with. It's just that as a nobleman, I usually deceive people a lot, and I can't escape anyway. Rogge wanted to escape, but after thinking about it, although these friends were not wealthy, they all had a rich background. Fighting together also helps to foster combat friendships.

Etter was the oldest and had a lot of combat experience. Immediately jumped up and began to chant the incantation, but he drank too much wine, and the incantation of a sour arrow was inexplicably recited, and nothing came out for a long time. At this time, the other party had already fought with the three of Lance, and soon the three of them had blue noses and swollen faces. The female warrior was particularly ferocious, and she struck a flirtatious leg and went straight to Lens, who saw that the situation was not good, quickly turned around, received this kick from the buttocks, and flew out of the battle circle. Ette let out a loud shout, snatched a long sword from one of the people next to him, temporarily turned into a knight, and entered the war group.

Several mercenaries were obviously merciful because their opponents were nobles. Rogge's mind was still clear, and he quickly sent a magic missile, and two light bullets flew towards a male warrior in an arc. The warrior swung his sword at will, Rogge's spiritual power was activated, and the light bullet suddenly hit in the air, and the warrior immediately blocked the air, and then the two light bullets made a bend and exploded in the warrior's face. Although the magic missile is the most rudimentary form of magic, and its power is limited, the thickness of the warrior's skin seems to be far less strong than the chain mail on his body. So the warrior staggered down with a bloody face.

Seeing this, the other warrior immediately launched the sword technique "Dash", and the whole person rushed over as quickly as if he was sliding on the ice. Rogge was shocked, he didn't have time to launch the magic, and gritted his teeth and activated his mental power again, this time at the warrior's foot. The warrior in the swift charge suddenly tripped and planted himself headlong at Rog. Rog lifted a table in front of him and pounced, and the warrior's head slammed through the table. Just when the warrior was still dizzy, Rogge, who had experienced a hundred battles (brawls), grabbed the opponent's helmet, and slammed his knee, and with a click, the bridge of the warrior's nose was broken. The strength of the body-modified Rogge at this time is already extraordinary.

After solving the two fighters, Etter and the others were already able to support it with three to two. Kate, who is known for her defense, slaps the samurai with a sword on her bra, successfully attracting her attention and taking most of the attack. Ette and Franco were already attacking and defending the other warrior. At this moment, Lens, who had been secretly hiding under the table at some point, suddenly stabbed the warrior in the thigh with a sword, and then turned around and slashed at the female warrior's lower. The female warrior was caught off guard, and one turned sideways to block the sword with a dagger on her thigh.

The mercenary mage has not participated in the battle, but he did not expect that in a moment, the situation of the battle will take a sharp turn. His face was full of anger, his fingers drew a symbol, and a heralded blue transparent protective magic "magic absorption" enveloped his body. This level 4 magic can absorb at least level 10 of magical energy, and is one of the most commonly used protective spells by mages. But Rogge, who already has a very different understanding of magic, disagreed, "Damn, do you need to put a protective shield on a few magic apprentices?"

The mercenary mage was preparing a fire attack spell, and he quickly chanted a spell, his hands scribbling intricate symbols. Remembering that "magic absorption" did not protect against physical attacks, Rog picked up a glass of wine and threw it at the mage. The mage didn't have time to dodge and was drenched. Then flew over a few plates of dishes, a chair, and even a table. The mercenary mage was embarrassed, and the spell was finally interrupted. Before he could get angry, a figure pounced. It's Rogge. Everyone knew that it was very dangerous to distance themselves from the mage, so the hand-to-hand fight between the rare mages began. Relying on his youthful strength, skill, and transformed body like a monster, Rogge quickly gained the upper hand.

Enraged, the samurai began to use swordsmanship in succession, and the warrior who was wounded in the thigh was still difficult to deal with, and the Etter and the others struggled, and the rigorous training that Ette and Kate received helped. At this moment, a soft and slippery thing flew silently, and slammed against the chest of the female warrior. The samurai screamed and found out that it was an omelette that had obviously been bitten. But it was Rogge who flew over before he went to fight with the mage, but he didn't expect to receive an accident. Just as the female warrior was frightened and retreated, the four of Etter launched a desperate attack on the wounded warrior, and the hooligan and scoundrel fight was in full swing. The warrior was quickly struck with two more swords.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the long street, "The city defense army is coming, let my old man know it's terrible!" Kate screamed, and both stopped, and Rog got up from the magician, snatched his staff, and ran back. The mercenary side knew that only one female samurai had complete combat strength at present, and it would be difficult to please if she continued to fight. The hateful quickly left. Rogge and the others were also unwilling to deal with the city defense army in this situation, and they also ran away in a hurry.

At this time, in a room on the fourth floor of the tavern, Ophorok looked at the back of Rogge and the others running away with great interest.

"That mage, that's interesting. The golden lion muttered to himself.

"Don't you think, Elesis, that his, how to speak, is somewhat similar to you. ”

"That fat man, is a disgrace to all nobles and mages. The ice-like woman gave Rogge a closing note.

"Hehe, okay. Richard, go check this fat man. One of the guards beside Ophorok bowed, and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

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