Three days later, escorted by two hundred light horsemen, the northbound convoy finally entered the territory of the Asrofik Empire.

Despite being a Prince of the Empire, Rog is not as safe within the Empire, at least not as he is in the Principality. In the face of the truly powerful, those two hundred light cavalry were merely a useless ornament. If the city of clouds really attacked, they wouldn't even be able to play the role of a meat shield.

The convoy moved slowly. At this moment, if there was an archmage lurking nearby, a large area of high-level magic could send the entire convoy into the sky.

But Rogge wasn't worried about his safety.

The Grim Reaper's squad, an old and mature killer, would never sit in the carriage, and he had long since left the convoy and wandered around alone.

On the day of departure, he suddenly said in the morning that he was sick and needed to recuperate in the carriage, but before noon, he suddenly recovered from his old man's illness, and only sent an elf, saying that the terrain was complicated nearby, and he would personally go to see if there were any enemies, and because time was pressing, he would not come to say goodbye to Lord Rogge. Rogge had long been surprised by the elusiveness of Hughes, and when he heard this vulgar excuse, the fat man just laughed it off.

As for Androni, she was also absolutely unwilling to stay in the carriage. The eldest lady has long been alone with a single sword, stepping on mountains and rivers to find water, and I don't know where to disturb the beautiful girl.

The most unpredictable thing for Rogge is that he only has fourteen levels of fighting energy, but he has lost all his combat power with one foot, and he can only obey the slaughtering of the divine servant Serafi.

She hadn't been seen since she had punished Rogge. But Rogge had a hunch that Selafi would follow him north.

The oracle of the goddess had already said that Serafi should follow her north. Mora never lied about oracles.

On that day, Serafi's insidiousness and cunning were more or less revealed, and they were not commensurate with her noble status as a servant. Although the fat man looked submissive, he had always been bold and reckless, even in the face of Odrech, he had a heart for color, and he also used his hands and feet, not to mention that Serafi was just a divine servant? The fat man couldn't bear it, that is, he knew that he was definitely not her opponent at the moment, and he had to use her strength to fight the enemy.

What Serafi said was enough to clean him up with tenth-level fighting spirit, and the fat man was convinced. But that refers to a head-on duel, against the strong, a head-on duel is always the last choice of the fat man.

Therefore, around this seemingly unguarded convoy, there were actually four strong men roaming. Anyone who wanted to sneak up on such a convoy could only blame the gods of fate for not favoring them.

But no matter how the fat man thought about it in the past few days, he couldn't figure out why he still couldn't resist Serafi's stepping on it with only a small amount of vindictiveness? Not to mention that this step also trampled the fat man half to death.

However, Rogge knew that once he figured out this problem, his strength would be greatly improved, and even if his magic power did not increase, he would never be helpless when he encountered a powerhouse in the Holy Domain like he was now.

He looked out the carriage window at the forests and distant mountains that always seemed to be the same, and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead. The wind butterfly crouched on top of the fat man, already drowsy from exhaustion. Her ** body looked delicate and thin, and her long silver-gray hair was like a condensed clear stream, falling down.

In this particular carriage, she slept like a baby. Since she was burdened with the double curse of darkness and bloodthirstiness, only a moment after the wild can she truly find peace.

A drop of crystal water fell from the sky and landed on the back of Rogge's hand. The fat man looked up, just in time for Malika's gaze that was a mixture of humiliation and anger. The noble imperial princess's treatment at the moment does not correspond to her status. Her whole body, her hands and feet were tied to the four corners of the roof of the car, and her mouth was tightly gagged, so she was hung on the roof of the car.

Malika didn't care about watching some hot scenes, she didn't care much about the torture that Rogge inflicted on her, she just couldn't stand the humiliation. From childhood to adulthood, because of her outstanding looks and talents, although her mother was only from a small tribe in the north, there were many children of wealthy families who pursued Malika, and even the always arrogant Lei Luo fell in love with her at first sight.

The only one who would treat her like a was Rogge!

As long as you can stick to Yanjing...... Malika thought to herself, the anger in her eyes growing. She uses this to cheer herself up every day, otherwise, she would have been unable to support it a long time ago.

Rog suddenly looked up at Malika, and the proud princess trembled with fright. The fat man snorted and admired the view from the window again.

Anyway, there will be a while in Yanjing, and he is sure that he will completely subdue this annoying and stubborn princess.

Actually, this journey was not peaceful.

Hughes moved cautiously through the mountains and forests. Although this was already cautious for him, in fact, his speed was very amazing, and a faint figure would appear on the top of another mountain peak in a few flashes.

Every few flashes, he would pause and make a slight arrangement, either to erase his traces or to arrange a disguise to confuse the tracker behind him.

Theseus had already stripped off his robes, revealing the pale green leather armor underneath. The old fox burned with an almost transparent pale green flame, and for a killer in the dark world who needed to hide his tracks at all times, this faint vindictive flame was a sign that he had done his best.

Hughes's movements were still dashing, but this time he was a little embarrassed compared to the previous light-hearted manners. He hastily set up a disguise and sped away in the other direction.

On a mountain peak in the distance, a delicate figure flashed by.

It didn't take long for the figure to appear where Hughes had set up his disguise. She held the hilt of her cross-sword, straightened her slightly messy blonde hair, and watched intently for all the marks on the ground. Her stunningly beautiful face, full of sculptural beauty, will never be forgotten by anyone who sees it. The milky white Dou Qi light that wrapped around her body showed that she had raised her fourteenth-level Dou Qi to the extreme.

At this moment, there was no one in the four fields, and a trace of silver quietly flashed in Serafi's blue pupils. She suddenly looked up in the direction of Hughes' escape. With a sneer, Serafi's figure gradually disappeared from the spot.

I don't know how long I fled, but Xius jumped onto an ancient tree, looked around for a long time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. But as soon as he pulled a teapot out of his bosom, Serafi's cold voice came from under the tree: "Come down, Master Theseus." ”

Hughes's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the teapot in his hand. He let out a long sigh and jumped down the tree with a sad face.

Serafi's eyes lit up, and he slowly drew his crosssword, a little spark burning on the tip of the sword.

"Do it!" she said coldly. In the sharp red lips, there seemed to be a cold wind that could freeze everything.

Xiusi immediately shook his head and said, "No, resolutely not! Our fighting spirit is two levels behind, I am level sixteen, but you are actually level fourteen, this is impossible to fight." What shall I call you, Mistress Wella, Mistress Serafi, or Mistress Audrech?, whatever the name, it would be a stain on your life for you to bully an old elf like me, who is about to reach the end of his life. For the sake of your honor and unparalleled beauty, I will never agree to this battle! With the difference in our strength, this is no longer a duel, but a beating! You can't do this to me!"

Serafi, the servant of the gods, is none other than Wella, who has already descended and completed the process of growth.

She was indifferent to Hughes's tirade, and said, "If you don't want to do it, then stand there and don't move! Otherwise, I won't think about anything like the disparity in power......

Hughes smiled bitterly and immediately stood honestly in place.

Wella backhanded the crosssword back into its scabbard and stared at Theseus, her pupils beginning to glow silver again. Under this silver light, all of Xius's past experiences emerged one by one. It's just that the more Wela looks, the more strange she feels, and she always feels that there are many fractures in Theseus's experience, and no matter which way you look at it, he shouldn't live such a standard elf life.

Could it be that Theseus was really just an ordinary elf who had lived in the Central Mountains for four hundred years?

No way!," Wella thought flatly. She quickly looked through the experience of Xius, and soon finished reading Xiusi's ordinary life, until she obediently got down from the tree and honestly accepted the test of the insight field under her own order. It's just that Theseus didn't stand still, he kept writing something on a piece of paper until he finally unfolded it in front of Wella.

On the piece of paper was a text message: "Lord Weina, goodbye Yanjing." For the sake of my devotion to the Divine Envoy, you will spare me!"

Wella was taken aback, and when she looked closely, she realized that the Xiuth in front of her was actually made of illusions, and it was the most elementary illusion! Wella stomped her feet hatefully, she had been wary of what powerful stunts Xius would use, or cast high-level spells such as random portals to escape, who would have thought that he would use such a rudimentary illusion to deceive people!

And the old fox was amazingly lucky, even if it was a high-level illusion performed by several great magisters, it was difficult not to be recognized by Wella. But she didn't expect that Xius would cast such a low-level illusion, so she was unintentionally concealed by Xiusi.

Wella looked at the Phantom of Xius who was still smiling calmly in front of her, and said coldly, "Do you want to leave?"

She suddenly drew her cross sword, and stabbed it into the chest of the Phantom of Theseus!

Outside several peaks, Hughus, who was running quickly, slammed into a spurt, and then spewed out a small mouthful of blood mist. He coughed twice, took off his leather armor to check, and found that his heart seemed to have been struck by something, and it was completely cracked, and the crack was still spreading in all directions. Xius smiled helplessly, and lamented in a low voice: "What a heavy hand! Alas, I can't hide from it, and I can't beat it...... My old man, am I really old?"

As soon as Wella's sword fell, the phantom of Theseus disappeared completely. She was immediately stunned, originally, she thought she could stab a few more swords.

Wella frowned. This time she misjudged again, it would have been impossible, but it was such a small mistake that allowed Xius to escape.

If Fengyue was there, how could she let the old fox run away?, she couldn't help but think.

If Fengyue is also there, the two of them will join forces, and with just a phantom left by Xiusi, they can also seriously injured the old fox. At that time, he must no longer be able to hide his whereabouts.

Wella shook her head slightly, put away her cross sword, and disappeared into the mountains again.

The world of the dead.

Extremely weak, Gregory was lying on a mountain peak weakly, its body had been completely split into two, and a pair of milky white fleshy wings had been cut off by Qi Gen, and it was now in Fengyue's hands.

After Wela arrived in a hurry, she was so preoccupied with the growth of her new body that she had long forgotten that the transformation of the loyal Lord Gregory was far from complete. However, the bone dragon was very lucky, and just when the wall of power separating death and divine energy in its body was on the verge of crumbling, Fengyue returned to the world of death in time.

Seeing the endangered bone dragon, Fengyue's treatment method is very simple. She directly emptied the force wall, and then threw a punch with each hand, scattering the death and divine energy that were about to clash. The little divine and death power that the bone dragon had left was powerless to clash with each other.

Because of this, Gregory is extremely weak at this moment, not to mention that he has no strength, and it is difficult to even maintain the soul fire. But it wasn't afraid, because Fengyue was already working on transforming its body.

The bone dragon suddenly felt that whether it was the loyal Gregory, the holy Gregory, or the invincible Gregory of its dreams, it was obviously not as affordable as the lucky Gregory.

It looked around boredly.

Under the mountain peak, tens of thousands of zombies and skeletons are moving earth and stones under the command of a corpse witch, and they are actually building a huge magic array! But this is already all the undead creatures that Fengyue can collect within a radius of thousands of miles. After several catastrophes caused by Wella, the world of the dead has lived up to its name.

A moment later, Fengyue had finished her work, and with a slight hesitation, she finally threw Gregory's flesh wing back at the bone dragon's body.

Then Fengyue waved his right hand, and a flame full of divine power enveloped the bone dragon in it. The power of the Holy Flame relentlessly scorched the soul of the bone dragon!

Gregory was terrified!

The weak-hearted bone dragon knew that Fengyue was punishing its betrayal, and this time it was probably a big disaster. The Holy Flame burned its soul, bringing unspeakable pain to the bone dragon as an undead creature, and the Holy Flame was so strong that it would soon turn its soul into nothingness.

The bone dragon rushed left and right in the Holy Flame, but how could it escape? Under the incessant burning of the Holy Flame, Gregory's soul fire gradually dissipated, but its howl became louder and louder!

Gregory's whole body trembled, and it suddenly realized that although the flame was still burning, it could no longer cause it the slightest pain! Gregory felt as if in a dream, and he felt that everything around him had changed.

The flame that had once brought it boundless pain was now indescribably warm and comfortable, and the aura of death that filled the entire world of death brought discomfort to Gregory. The bone dragon looked around and felt that everything around him looked much larger than before, and the peak that he had thought was very narrow just now was now extremely wide.

Gregory suddenly looked down, wordlessly at the pale cyan scales that covered his body. The bone dragon has completely recovered the ** of the dragon clan!

It opened its mouth again, and spewed out a small milky white flame. Although the breath was ridiculously weak this time, the breath that Gregory spewed out was indeed a divine flame!

"Master Fengyue...... I...... What's wrong with me?" Gregory asked with a shudder, expecting an answer, and a little uneasy, for fear that he was just having a sweet dream.

"You're a divine dragon now. Feng Yue coldly threw down a sentence and jumped off the mountain.

The command of the corpse witch is really not very good, and at this pace, I really don't know when such a huge magic array will be built. Therefore, she had to personally direct the work of these more than 10,000 undead creatures, so as not to miss the time of the Great Sacrifice Ceremony of the Eye of Wisdom.

"Divine Dragon...... The Divine Dragon...... "Gregory was completely distracted, and he kept spinning in circles, repeating the words over and over again.

In the world of dragons, both the Divine Dragon and the Silver Dragon are natural enemies of the Demon Dragons. But if the silver dragon and the demon dragon are the nobles of the dragon family, then the sacred dragon and some very special and rare dragons are the legends of the dragon family. Fortunately, even by the standards of dragons, the number of divine dragons is too small.

In this world, everything has a delicate balance, and the more powerful the existence, the rarer the number. Otherwise, all the demons will be completely driven back to the demon realm by the divine dragons, and it is even possible for the divine dragons to cross the air and kill the demon realm.

Gregory once missed the nobility of being a demon dragon, and since he was reincarnated as a bone dragon, he is fortunate to have retained the memories and wisdom of his previous life, and has also met the powerful master of Fengyue. But when it comes to its status in the dragon clan, the divine dragon is far higher than the demon dragon, not to mention the bone dragon that has always been ranked in the lower echelons of the dragon clan.

Gregory's current feeling is that of an official fan who has just learned that he has been promoted three levels in a row. It howled desperately, oblivious to the fact that its body was now just over a meter long.

It's a divine dragon, yes, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with a dragon.

Gregory was so excited that he didn't hear what Fengyue said later: "In that world, the divine is as beautiful as it is a special power. ”

(To be continued)