Rog hadn't dreamed for a long time, and with his super mental power, thanks to the tenacious will of a necromancer, it was impossible for him to have dreams again.

But at this moment, Rogge was in a trance, he didn't know where he was, and there was a gray mist all around, and he tried to reach out and wave it, and the mist was like substance, leaving a layer of slippery and icy plaster on his hands. The surrounding light is oppressive and dim, and you can only see things within ten meters. Not far away, a dead tree stood alone, all the branches were twisted strangely, and it was extremely strange.

There's nothing alive here.

Rogge did not reject the breath of death, but such a pure and strong aura of death made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Where is this? Rogge shouted loudly, but he couldn't hear a sound.

"This is the world of the dead, the paradise of the undead, and the ultimate purgatory for all living beings!" a cold, evil, and shrill voice broke through Rogge's spiritual barrier and sounded in his head. "Who are you?!" Rogge yelled, but the voice was never heard from again.

Rogge wanted to scream, but there was no sound. I want to run, but I can't move. All that was left was fear, despair and breakdown.

A powerful suction force in the distance sucked Rog into the air, quickly breaking through the mist and breaking through the air.

Rogge watched the strange forest, the gray-black river, and the bare hills quickly pass under his feet, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat when he experienced flying for the first time. But he still couldn't move, and all he could do was to protect his whole body with his mental power to prevent his anger from leaking out. This strange world will constantly absorb the breath of life.

The sky is also gray. The clouds are like lead, and the wind is like knives. It's so depressed that people want to go crazy.

Looking through the clouds, it was an endless blanket of ash. There was a little bit of light in the gray, but I didn't know where it came from.

A huge bony bird flew in the air, and it really came to Rog. Rogge's heartstrings tightened, but there was nothing he could do. His face was contorted, and his eyes were about to bulge.

With a thud, the bone bird passed through Rog's body, as if the fat man was a phantom.

The fat man made an arc, falling from the sky and heading straight for a small mountain.

There were countless bones scattered everywhere on the hill, but among them was a skeleton standing proudly, and the dark black scythe occasionally flashed with a cold light, it was Fengyue.

Rogge rushed straight down, and Fengyue turned his head, as if looking at Rogge. The fat man's brain boomed, only to feel that the world was spinning, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had become one with the wind and the moon, but he still couldn't move, only the majestic spiritual power was sucked away like a tide.

A gust of wind blew from Feng Yue standing, and all the bones within a radius of tens of meters were swept up and flew in all directions. The flames in Fengyue's eye sockets turned from pale to dark red, and a touch of black quickly dyed from the head to the top. A white skeleton had been dyed deep black in the blink of an eye, and the original scars on the skeleton had disappeared after the black staining.

Fengyue raised her head and screamed silently, and the bone wings behind her that had been hanging weakly and lowly bloomed like spring flowers, gradually opening and rising.

The black color of Fengyue's hand dyed the sickle, and the dye handle began to squirm like a living thing, like an old vine growing wildly along the handle. Several sharp metal spikes stretched out from the wide scythe blade, and after the blade itself squirmed, there were a few more turns, and small lightning bolts continued to rush through the blade.

An invisible enchantment force field stretched out from Feng Yue's body, stretching to about ten meters. Creatures in this barrier are constantly subjected to the mental impact of various negative emotions. Of course, this barrier is useless in this paradise of the dead.

After a long time, Fengyue raised her head and looked at the other side of the mountain. Rogge, whose spiritual power was almost absorbed, also clearly felt an ancient, evil, cold and arrogant existence over there.

Excitement, fear, and anticipation hit Rogge's nerves from Fengyue's mind. He didn't know how to make sense of the facts in front of him. In the past, he could only give various orders to Fengyue with his consciousness, but he couldn't feel any of Fengyue's conscious existence. But now Rogge can feel Fengyue's strong mood swings, but he doesn't have any clear consciousness.

Fengyue suddenly jumped high from the top of the hill and slid in the air for more than ten meters like riding the wind and waves, before falling and sinking into the gray mist.

In the fog, Rogge exhausted his eyesight and could only see five meters. Fengyue moved extremely fast, rushing towards the side of the mountain. Along the way, the wind and moon were high and low, and occasionally a sudden dead tree flashed on one side, which only scared Rogge into a cold sweat.

It was not easy for Rogge to calm down, and since his eyes could not see clearly, the surname Suo began to search the surroundings with his mental power. The fat man's consciousness gradually sank, and he sank into a peaceful lake. The eye is still five meters away, but beyond the horizon, the outlines of some objects gradually emerge from blur to clear. Rogge was overjoyed in his heart, and his spirit was scattered, and he could only see a range of five meters again. The fat man hurriedly collected his thoughts, and the objects outside the field of vision resurfaced. Slowly, Rogge became more and more proficient in this state of mind without joy and sorrow, and his spiritual power spread out like life, and the objects he sensed also changed from large to small, from near to far.

Suddenly, Rogge's spirit touched an evil and cold energy, and the sudden poignancy, ferocity, and desperate desire for flesh and blood almost suffocated Rogge. At the same time, Feng Yue immediately turned his head to look in that direction, stood still, turned around, and rushed over at an accelerated pace.

A zombie emerges from the gray mist. The zombie's flesh was blackened, but it was unusually strong, covered in rudimentary leather armor, and held a short scythe in each hand. Through the study of various undead collections during this time, Rog immediately recognized this as a zombie warrior. Zombie warriors are often made up of martial artists with superb martial arts skills and strong will, and retain some of their combat awareness and skills before death. A small number of zombie warriors have evolved from ordinary zombies, but they are not as harmful as the previous one.

Fengyue rushed in front of the zombie warrior, and the long-handled scythe was raised high, slashing down with a single sword. The zombie warrior held his twin scythes aloft in an attempt to seal the shelf. The scythe in Fengyue's mid-air suddenly accelerated, flashed through the seal, and slashed down. The zombie warrior was very agile, and although it was unexpected, his body still instinctively flashed back. Although Fengyue's sickle slashed it, it was a little helpless against its tenacity**, only a wound more than a foot long and an inch and a half deep was cut on the front chest, and the skin and flesh of the wound were turned over, only a piece of dead gray dried meat was seen, which was completely different from the wounds of ordinary zombies that rotted and shed pus. The zombie warrior's movements didn't seem to have any effect on the wound, and they were still very fast.

Fengyue is a veteran of dealing with zombies, and immediately applied tried and tested tactics, and began to circle around the zombie warriors, and the long-handled scythe came out of nowhere, breaking through the zombie warriors' defense line from time to time, leaving a wound that was not deep enough. The so-called ants bite more elephants, there are more wounds, and the zombie warriors' movements can't help but slow down. It's just that limited by the skeleton's innate lack of strength, Fengyue can only fight a protracted battle with the zombie warriors.

Rog tried to explore the zombie warrior with his psychic powers again, sensing a thin layer of magical energy all over his body. Rogge, who was familiar with low-level magic, knew that this was the effect of magic armor, but he didn't expect that this zombie warrior was born with this kind of protective magic. This is completely different from what is contained in the collection. Rogge's mind condensed, and he raised the frequency of his mental power again, sensing the cold energy from before in the zombie warrior's body. Now close, this energy is as striking as a lighthouse in the dark night. Rogge's heart moved, and he carefully tried to wrap the energy with his spiritual power, and then he shouted violently, and his spiritual power exploded with all his strength, and he threw a beam of energy into it. The zombie warrior immediately shook his whole body, and the protective energy of the magic armor faded like a tide, and then it continued to shake, struggling desperately, pain, fear, and even sadness hitting Rogge like a tide. At this time, the fat man's will was already as firm as steel, and he was not moved at all, but desperately squeezed the energy.

Fengyue is so clever, how can he let go of such an opportunity, under the scythe of death, more than a dozen black lines criss-cross a net, silently floating through the body of the zombie warrior. The zombie warrior stood still all of a sudden, and after a while, only a bang was heard, which shattered into dozens of small pieces and scattered all over the ground. The mass of energy also exploded, turning into countless points of shining light, floating in all directions. Fengyue was overjoyed, and sucked in all the energy that was floating around, merging with the mass of energy deep in his skull. That kind of satisfaction and pleasure is just like a desert traveler who has been in drought for a long time and drinks a clear spring and moistens the whole body of Fengyue. Rogge also borrowed a small tonic from the light.

There was a silence in the air.

Fengyue and Rogge stopped enjoying and waited quietly. How many times in the life and death situation has already cultivated the incomparably sharp intuition of one person and one skeleton.

The surrounding environment is projected in Rogge's spiritual world one by one, and the small dazzling golden light in the middle is the origin energy of the god hidden in the skull of Fengyue, and the golden light is surrounded by a purple-black, fluttering mist of golden light that makes Rogge extremely familiar, and it seems that he is now existing with this spiritual energy mist. During this time, Fengyue's energy has grown a lot.

Around the golden light of Fengyue, dozens of cold, pale energy clusters lit up one by one, some bright and some dark, among which there were seven or eight energy clusters similar to the energy of the suitable zombie warriors, and there was one largest energy group in the distance that flashed a cold light blue light, and the energy intensity was almost equivalent to three zombie warriors. Rogge felt a chill in his heart and glanced at the entire battlefield. As far as the eye can see, zombies of different levels are crawling out of the dirt with difficulty.

Fengyue and Rogge have the same mind at the moment, and they can only let go of the evil existence on the other side of the mountain for the time being. It seems that a group of zombies on the periphery of this place can't be dealt with, so it seems that it is better to sneak away. Of course, Fengyue's thoughts were by no means so complicated, but he seemed to understand Rogge's thoughts, and rushed out in the opposite direction of the largest energy group. On the way, a few knives were taken out of a few low-level zombies that were crawling out of the dirt.

Seeing that he broke out of the encirclement, a zombie warrior blocked the way. Fengyue and Rogge repeated their old tricks, Rogge attacked the zombie warrior's energy core with all his strength, making it stand still, and Fengyue slashed it with a knife, but this knife was full of lightning, easily breaking through the magic armor of the zombie warrior's body, although it still failed to cut it in half, but at least cut it into more than a foot deep. The zombie warrior's energy mass began to drift away again, but Fengyue had no intention of absorbing it, and once again cut down the two low-level zombies that stood in the way, and walked away.

Rogge clearly felt that the light blue energy mass that was chasing was full of anger and unwillingness. But it is difficult for zombies to compete with skeletons for speed, and Fengyue is so fast that it really doesn't look like a skeleton, and the most powerful zombie, (at this moment Rogge doesn't know whether it is a zombie lord or a thousand-year-old zombie king) wants to catch up with the door. Since he had no worries about escaping, Rogge concentrated all his mental power to give a blow to the light blue energy, which instantly caused it to scatter, just like a candle flame in the wind and rain. Rog himself was not feeling well, and it took him a while to recover.

Rogge laughed proudly, and before he could finish laughing, he saw Fengyue rushing straight towards a cliff and jumped down. The swift fall caused fear to drown Rogge like a wave of rage......

"Ah!!!!!!!!h

With a scream, Rogge rolled over and sat up, sweating through the quilt. He gasped for breath, wondering if the dream was real or if it was also real or illusory.

"Your Excellency Rogge, what's wrong with you?" a pretty maid pushed the door open and walked in, sleepy-eyed and half-dressed. "Do you have a nightmare, do you want me to accompany you?" the maid's eyebrows and eyes were full of amorousness.

Rogge sat still, thinking back to the situation in his dream, as if he had realized something. He looked at the maid, and the purple-black mist flashed in her eyes, and the maid immediately snorted, and two lines of blood flowed down her nose, and she fell to the ground and fainted.

"Ahahahaha!!" Rogge looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and the electric light flashed outside the window, reflecting his face, just like the reincarnation of a demon.

After a thunderbolt, torrential rain poured down.

Soon after the canonization, the city of Lille issued a conscription order, and Rogge and others set off for the royal capital. Anyway, at this time, there is already some order in the territory, everything is still on track, and the iron ore transported out of the Hammer of the God of War may have to be used up by half, and the rest can't be sold for too much money, except for the maintenance costs of maintaining the castle, the rest will be used to repair roads.

Winters in the mountains are still very cold. A few days ago, a heavy snowfall turned the entire mountain area white. The afternoon sun shines on the trees, refracting into a halo of colorful light, like a crystal palace.

More than 100 dragons and beautiful mercenaries marched leisurely on the way out of the mountain. Seven months ago, they were either defeated or ruffians. But after several trials between life and death, those who remained were veterans who had experienced a hundred battles and killed people without blinking. Although the accumulated habits are difficult to change, and they still seem to be a little gangster, everyone has a faint sense of murderous intent.

The Buddha relies on gold, and people rely on clothing. The mercenaries were already well-equipped, and after a month of refurbishment in Fort Sellers, they were refurbished again. Everyone was given a crimson velvet cloak, and half a bronze waistcoat hung on the chest of the horse. This group of mercenaries pulled out, how do you look at the appearance of the ace knights, where do you think that it will be a third-rate miscellaneous army? The last fifty or so people in the queue wore simple leather armor, carried bows and arrows, and followed the mercenaries on foot. These people are the mountain people recalled by Rogge, and the fat man is ready to train them.

Rogge, who suddenly fell seriously ill (in fact, it was caused by the exhaustion of mental power) never knew whether the night was a dream or a reality, and three days had passed, and his mental power had only recovered a little half, but the fat man had mastered the secret of mental impact. At the moment, the fat man was sitting in a warm carriage, enjoying the treatment of the sick number. It's just that the rough road constantly wakes the fat man from his deep sleep.

This day finally arrived in the city of Lille, and the mercenaries and Kate went separately to report to the military headquarters. As a brigade of reading cavalry, Rogge and the others had a small camp of their own in the garrison of the Third Knights. Go to the military headquarters to register, receive a seal, lead the army's salary, get equipment, make a team flag, etc., etc., etc., there are a bunch of trivial matters, and only a few nobles are busy complaining.

Just this team of flags, I tossed it twice. At first, Lens volunteered to order the team flag, and when he came back, he unfolded it and saw that a fat dragon was riding a naked woman with plump breasts and fat buttocks, and sure enough, the angel face and devil figure were all wonderful. Franco's face turned blue.

After that, Rogge went into battle, and after another four days, an elegant fairy dragon on the flag leaned next to a stunning bard, which was really beautiful and beautiful. It's just that the more Franco looks at it, the more familiar it becomes, and finally recognizes that this is the reddest girl in the "Elf of the Night", the largest gold nest in Lille City. As soon as this team flag is beaten, I am afraid that it will be impeached by the noble Inspectorate immediately, and even Opirok does not want to protect everyone. With a sigh, Franco, who was already overwhelmed, had no choice but to take over the team flag again. Everyone laughed, with expressions that should have been like this a long time ago.

Rogge used his illness as an excuse and had no consciousness of being a captain, so he hid in his room to cultivate spiritual power and magic power, and studied various books on undead magic. Most of the spells in necromancy are curses and creature summonings. Necromancers may use their own magic power to simulate a soul-like energy core, and although the undead formed in this way have average combat effectiveness, fortunately, they can also accept simple battle orders without spending much mana. Another way is to collect the souls of the living and attach them to the undead, so that the combat power of the undead creatures is closely related to the souls of the living, with a certain amount of wisdom, and if it is the soul of a strong person, it will form a very powerful undead creature. At this point, Rogge finally understood that the clumps of energy he felt in his dreams turned out to be the souls of undead creatures. It's just that you can't tell if it's made up by magic or if it's from the soul of the living.

The origin of the gods that make up Fengyue is the purest and most powerful soul energy. Fengyue is a foreign body that shouldn't exist.

To exist is to be reasonable. Which ancient philosopher once said this.

The rationality of existence lies in the fact that only reasonable can exist. There is an argument.

Even if it is unreasonable, as long as it exists, is it reasonable?

What is reasonable, and what is rationality?

The fat man is dizzy.

"Even if it's unreasonable, Lao Tzu and Fengyue are also here! When the time comes, I'll let you not exist first, see how reasonable you are?!"

While the fat man was battling abstract thinking in his room, a soldier in civilian clothes burst into his room. Rogge recognized it as a knight of the guards beside Kate, and saw that his face was blue and his eyes were swollen, and he didn't know why he was so alarmed.

"Your Excellency Rogge, it's not a good thing!"

"Speak slowly!" Rogge snorted.

"Lord Kate took a dozen of us Lionheart Knights to secretly go to the 'Demon Abyss' casino to gamble money," Speaking of this, the young knight's face blushed a little, but under the bruising on his face, the red was not obvious. "Somehow, a dozen people from the Second Knights were also gambling there, and when they recognized us as the Lionheart Knights, they came to provoke us, and we repaired them. I didn't think that the group of grandsons called more than a hundred people, and now Boss Kate is blocked inside, and he ordered me to break through and come to you for help!"

Rogge immediately threw aside the "Necromancer's Worldview" in his hand, jumped up, and shouted: "Come on! Tell the brothers to copy the guys and assemble! Take a stick! Don't bring a sword! By the way, don't wear a military uniform!"

The dragon and the beauty mercenaries have been tamed to the point that they are almost out of the birds this month, and they can hear the fights, and they move quickly. Rogge had just counted to fifteen on the school field, and all his men had been assembled. So the group rushed to the casino in a hurry.

The mercenaries, no, now they should be called knights, came to the door of the casino, and saw two hideous-looking men guarding the door of the casino, only allowing people to go out and not to enter. The aristocratic scum have been fighting for a long time, and they can't see anything wrong. Rogge gave an order, and twenty dragon and beauty knights pounced, and with ten to one, they immediately eliminated the guards at the door and rushed into the hall.

The hall was very spacious, but it was a mess at the moment. There is a big man in the black press, and I am afraid that there will be no 160 or 70 people. All the big men were dressed in brown cloth shirts, which looked like the undershirts under the knight's armor. At this time, everyone was shouting and cursing around a small door at the edge of the hall, but there was no movement inside, only Kate was holding a wooden gun in her hand, guarding the door. At this time, a few big men pounced, Kate turned sideways, let the front five rush into the house, and blocked the door, the wooden gun shadow was dotted, and the remaining three big men were knocked down in a few clicks. The room was also bustling, and after a moment it was quiet again. "Plop" a few times, and the five ** big men were thrown out, and the root of their lives was bruised.

After Rogge and the others poured into the hall, the big men were confused, and a person who seemed to be the leader came out in a crowd and said loudly: "I am the captain of the Second Knights, Pacis!

At this time, the knight who brought Rog here whispered: "This Parsis is an eighth-level knight, adults should be careful. I'm afraid that reinforcements from the Second Knights will arrive in a while, so we have to fight quickly!"

Rogge asked in a low voice, "Has the Second Knights fought in recent years?"

Lionheart Knight said, "It looks like I've never been on the battlefield." ”

Rogge relieved his heart and shouted: "Lao Tzu is from the Reading Force Brigade of the Third Knights! Hurry up and release the people to me, we can still be safe!"

Parsis looked at each other and laughed out loud, as the main knight order, how could they have ever put these ragtag troops in their eyes?

Rogge's face turned from white to blue and then to black with laughter. Just as he was about to shout "Hit me hard", Franco rushed to Parsis like a light smoke, and the three-foot stick in his hand pointed at his eyes like a poisonous snake. Parsis was shocked, but he didn't expect these people to fight when they said they would. Hurriedly leaning back and flashing, Franco's stick would pass over his eyelids. Before he could react, Franco silently struck another flirtatious leg, and Pasis rolled on the spot before it could be regarded as a flash. But how could Franco be so easy to deal with? once he had the upper hand, and the stick shadow was prosperous, and everywhere he did not leave the pouch of Parcis's descendants, the root of happiness. At the time of the catastrophe, Parsis was rolling around on the ground, so agile that Fran couldn't pick him up for a moment. Therefore, according to old legends, the mysterious martial arts of the Oriental Otherworldly Continent are unique, and there is an earthly kung fu among them. This Parsis may have been passed on to the truth.

The dragons and the mercenaries are brave and vicious, although they do not use swords, but all kinds of market fights and battlefield life-saving methods emerge one after another. Orthodox knight martial arts are not very useful in this melee.

The Second Knights were really well-trained, and more than a dozen big men lined up in a dense charging formation, rushed into the formation of dragons and beauties, and knocked down several people in a moment, coming and going. In the middle of the wind, a pale black transparent ball flew over, exploded slightly, and a spiritual oscillation spread, which was the third-level magic fear technique issued by Rogge. All the great men immediately scattered as birds and beasts. The two strong-willed and unaffected were immediately knocked to the ground by the dragon and the beauty knights.

As soon as several big men of the Second Knights saw that Rogge was a mage, they felt that it was cheap and easy to pick up, so they rushed over in a group. Rogge snorted, and in front of everyone's eyes, he easily lifted a large gambling table weighing hundreds of pounds, and threw it over with a snort, pressing all the big men underneath, and in the click, breaking a few ribs was indispensable.

There was silence in the casino for a while, and everyone was in a cold sweat.

The fat man's modified body is a brute force, and he usually wears more than eighty pounds of full-body armor and still jumps like flying. It's just that the martial arts are really mediocre, and the fat man is also not interested in cultivating martial arts.

Lance hid behind the pillar and unleashed a slender crossbow, and three inch short arrows shot out at a rapid pace, only this time with anesthetic. One by one, the knights of the Second Order fell inexplicably.

Seeing that there was an opportunity, Kate also led the knights in the house to kill, and now everyone in the Second Cavalry Regiment was gone.

The black mist fluttered behind Rogge, and a skull poked out to take a look, and when he saw that the battle was decided, he shrank back again.

After the cup of tea, the dragon and the beauty mercenaries used the unseen and unheard-of Yin damage of the Second Cavalry Regiment to fight with fewer enemies and more enemies, and all the big men fell to the ground, only Parsis was still struggling.

Franco's black hair was fluttering, and a wooden stick was poked at Pasis fiercely, and Pasis rolled and crawled, wailing from time to time, not noticing that he was rolling around Franco.

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