Chapter 10 Legends

Melodious music wafted through the forest, and the procession of elves meandered and stretched out, with no end in sight.

The musicians of the Sara tribe play beautiful music, and the elves who have inherited their singing skills sing ancient songs.

The elves live a simple and natural life, and there is not much trouble in migrating. Countless plant seeds will reconstruct an elven city in the future. Each of the three elven priests carried a golden seed that was more than a foot in size. These are the seeds of the three elven ancient trees, and under the influence of magic, the original ancient trees bear this fruit that gathers all the essence, and then wither. In the next suitable place, the Elven Ancient Tree will grow again, giving protection to the Elves.

Such a massive migration shattered the tranquility in the central mountain range. Hundreds of elven rangers and jungle killers roamed around the brigade, and they reconnoitred over a hundred kilometers. Above the team, several griffons were hovering, watching the wind and grass in the distance.

The more than ten Modo dragons raised by the Immortal Tree tribe were not used for war, but for relocation and hauling raw materials. This huge creature with a length of more than ten meters and extremely thick limbs can carry more than a dozen tons of heavy loads on its back, or drag dozens of tons of cargo behind it. The refined trucks of the Immortal Tree Tribe are also impressive, lightweight, elegant in shape, and strong in load-bearing. Behind each monitor lizard, a long string of wagons is towed.

The 'Dark Moon' tribe is known for its martial arts, and there are more than a dozen kinds of war beasts raised. From the assassinated shadow demon to each palm-sized, gold-purple royal bee, it all looks very weird, not at all in the style of elves. But one thing is the same, these war beasts, no matter how big or small, are extremely dangerous. The nearby elves avoided them from afar, and although Rog was not afraid of war beasts like Shadow Fiend, he felt very uncomfortable with the royal bee.

In comparison, the seven-colored deer tribe, which should have been the most powerful flying dragon, was all killed in the battle because of the wetland wyvern, and this relocation is a bit gray. Rogge also regretted a little, he knew that this was the case, he really shouldn't have done so desperately, but in fact, he still cut off his own arm.

Riding on a tall white dragon horse, Rogge really felt a little self-assured. Just looking at this endless team of elves, he always couldn't laugh. I just wanted to get a ticket and leave, but now I seem to be tied to the chariot of the elves. In any case, this is a huge team, and it is also a large force. If you use it well, you may really lay the foundation for a lifetime.

It's just that managing these more than 10,000 elves is not an easy task. Rogge couldn't help but miss the brothers who founded the hammer of the god of war. And now, he can only fight alone. Her relationship with the elven elders, especially Theseus, was delicate. The elves have their own interests, and how to gradually bring these elves into their own orbit is probably a difficult problem that will give Rogge a headache for a long time.

Naturally, the benefits reaped by fat people are also huge. He listened to the low roar of the white tiger behind him, and he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart. Since being assigned to be Rogge's personal bodyguard, Wind Butterfly has been inseparable from Rogge. It's just that her white tiger and Rogge's dragon horse don't look at each other at each other, and they always have to be threatened by each other. But although the white tiger of the wind butterfly is a well-known evil in the elven clan, he always does not dare to get too close to Rogge, perhaps he has lingering fears about the first battle. In this way, the two divine beasts that are not at the same level at all have become a scene when they roar at each other. Ryoma is very smart, it is powerful, and it never leaves Rogge. If it is alone, it will not be half a step close to the white tiger no matter what.

The fat man looked at the demeanor of the wind butterfly and was happy, and thought: "Look at the meaning of that old thing in Xiusi, it seems that he doesn't mind if I kidnap a few elves to chuang! Even this wind butterfly has been sent, it is really a cost! If I were him, with such a large amount of blood, he would definitely recover several times the interest." It seems that if the affairs of the elves are not done well, the old thing will never give up with me. ”

Suddenly, two angry eyes fell on Rogge. Rogge's heart sank, pretending to be indifferent, and he secretly looked over and saw the fire of hatred flashing in the eyes of Rumsfeld in the distance. The fat man smiled slightly, and his heart was attentive. This Rumsfeld and Wind Butterfly are both Templar Guardians, and it makes a little bit of sense to Wind Butterfly to see this. Although the elven surname Ge is bright and pure, it is unlikely that he will stab himself in the back, but Rogge has never been merciful to this kind of love rival.

The word love is the most unclear.

The fat man secretly made up his mind that he must find an opportunity to quietly kill this Rumsfeld.

The elves who followed the oracle and searched for the holy land went north again and again.

The weather gradually cooled down, and occasionally a few yellow leaves fell.

Eleven eleven elbow elders and three elven priests formed the new Council of Elders. At the insistence of Elder Theseus, Rogge, an oracle, also entered the House of Elders and was enshrined as the Great Elder. A human being the Great Elder of the Elven Race is still very difficult for some Elves to adapt to, although this person is a divine envoy. But with the full support of all the elders, the elven priests were helpless.

In order to drive this elf's huge chariot, Rogge can be said to have exhausted his efforts.

Traveling all the way north, the three elven priests found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers suitable for the growth of ancient elven trees several times, and planned to settle here, but they were rejected by Rogge again and again. The elders were all on Rogge's side, but the elven priests gradually raised objections. In their opinion, many of Rogge's actions slowly began to deviate from Shiloh's teachings.

These elven priests who followed Rog were all fanatical followers of Shiloh, and had always regarded Shiloh's words and miracles in the Age of Miracles as supreme examples. Therefore, as soon as Rogge, who is known as the messenger of Shiloh, appears, they will follow Rogge northward desperately. However, after Rogge monopolized the power of the elven war, a series of orders issued were very different from the previous heavenly surnames of the elves.

In the name of military training, the fat man extracted the elite combat power of the four clans and formed a mixed combat force composed of eight hundred elven warriors. The first battle of this unit was to attack an orc village encountered on the way north.

The elves have an inextricable hatred with the orcs, and the elves, especially the female elves, often choose to commit suicide immediately if they fall into the hands of the orcs. But even after committing suicide, their corpses could not escape the ravages of the savage orcs. Taking advantage of this historical feud, no one objected to Rog's proposal to exterminate the orc village.

How could an ordinary orc village withstand the attack of extremely elite elven warriors? In a matter of moments, more than a hundred adult orcs who rushed out of the village were shot and killed by the elves. Occasionally, an orc would show his head in the village, and he would be crucified by the elven marksmans.

Rog rode on a dragon horse, guarded by twelve elven guardian warriors, and watched the battle from a high ground next to the village.

An elven knight came to report the battle: "Your Excellency, this village has been cleared of all orcs who can fight, and the battle is over." Isn't it time for us to catch up with the brigade, my lord?"

Rogge snorted coldly.

"The battle is over? Why don't I think there's a single orc left in the village?"

The elven knight was speechless for a moment, and said, "This...... My lord, there are still some orcs in the village! but... They were children and women......"

Rogge's voice was as cold as the wind blowing from hell: "The child will grow into a warrior, and the woman will give birth to a new child." Thirty years from now, there will be hundreds of orcs in this village who are full of hatred for the elves! The battle is not over, and I need no more orcs in this village! Whether she is a mother! or a nursing child! Go and carry out the order!"

"This, my lord, this is against the principles of the elves! The elves love life!" the elven knight was stunned for a moment, and fiercely objected.

Rog looked around and saw that the elven warriors around him all had expressions of disbelief.

"I am an oracle! I am also the Grand Elder of the Council of Elders! My orders represent the will of Shiloh!

"I refuse!" Elves are also known for their stubbornness.

"Very good! Rumsfeld!" Rogge exclaimed.

Rumsfeld was shocked, but still stepped forward.

"Take the guardian warriors and go to the orc village. In five minutes, I don't want any orcs alive in that village!"

Rumsfeld opened his mouth and closed it again. As a Templar Guardian, obedience to the orders of the elders and priests is his highest principle. He flipped over his giant deer, waved his hand, and rushed down the hill with ten guardian warriors.

"You're a demon!" the elven knight who refused the order became agitated, he couldn't control himself, and pounced on Rogge.

A green shadow flashed in the air, and the elven knight was struck to the ground. The Wind Butterfly, armed with a huge saw, then landed lightly, placing the extremely sharp saw around the Elven Knight's neck.

Screams erupted from the orc village.

Rogge glanced deeply at the elven knight in front of him and asked, "Attacking the elders and oracles, what does it say in the elven codex?"

The elven knight shouted angrily, "What is the crime of slaughtering women and children in the Elven Codex?"

"I represent Shiloh's will. The Elven Codex is the embodiment of Shiloh's will, and I, am Shiloh's oracle. So, the Elven Code should be interpreted by me! I want you to remember two things! One, my orders must be obeyed. Two, orcs can't be counted as humans. Rogge said coldly.

"You demon, you have betrayed the beliefs and principles of the elves! kill me!" the elven knight struggled, but the seemingly weak wind butterfly's hand pressing on the back of his neck had a thousand pounds of strength, and he couldn't break free at all.

Rogge looked at Wind Butterfly, and there was a look of unbearability on her face.

Rogge snorted coldly and said, "Orcs are worthless, but elves' lives are noble. I'm not going to kill any elves. Just spare your life, and go back to the green sea by yourself!

The fat man caught a hint of joy in the eyes of the wind butterfly.

Eleven guardian warriors have returned.

Rumsfeld was covered with orc blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face was covered with green tendons, looking very hideous. He rolled over and jumped off the deer with a gust of fishy wind.

"Your Majesty, according to your orders, not a single orc remains. Rumsfeld did not look at Rogge, nor did he glance at the wind butterfly. His voice was calm, but Rogge heard the roar inside him.

Rog nodded and smiled, "Very good! worthy of being the proudest Templar Guardian of the Elves! Shiloh will reward you!"

Wind Butterfly looked at Rumsfeld gloomily, wanting to say something, but closed her mouth again.

All these fat people saw in their eyes. In his eyes, Wind Butterfly was already his own property, and with the acquiescence of the Elders, as long as he did things that did not arouse the anger of the elves, he would not be disturbed in any way. And the simple elven people are not the opponents of his conspiracy at all.

It can be seen that Wind Butterfly and Rumsfeld have a little affection for each other.

"But," Rogge thought viciously, "I see how long your affection lasts! It won't be long before I'll turn Rumsfeld into a devil!"

He sneered in his heart, rode his horse down the mountain, and led the elven warriors to chase after the group.

After this battle, Rogge led the elven warriors to sweep the orcs, goblin villages, and monster communities they encountered on the way. At the end of each battle, he would send Rumsfeld to lead the guardian warriors to clean up the battlefield at the end. The elves value honor, and the fat man knows that as long as they promise not to leave them alive, they will really kill all the enemies, no matter what age the other party is, what surname they are.

But Rog didn't fully believe the rumors, and the first few times he secretly observed the entire battlefield with mental power, until he was sure that the elves had carried out his orders to the letter, and then he withdrew his troops.

Since the first massacre of the village, Rumsfeld has never seen a smile on his face.

The Divine Envoy's ruthless methods of warfare shocked all the elves, and even the killer-born Elder Xius couldn't accept it for a while. Late one night, Hughes quietly visited Rogge.

"Lord God's Envoy, this series of killings is difficult for me, who used to be a killer, to accept, and the mood of the clansmen can be imagined. Why is that?"

"Elder Theseus, you know, the human world is in turmoil. ”

"Yes. ”

"If the elves want to develop, they must gain a foothold around the human kingdom and communicate and learn from the human race. In the north where we are going, in addition to more than a dozen small principalities, there is also a terrible big empire: the Asrofik Empire. What do you think is the most important thing in these turbulent times?"

"Strength, of course, well, I mean, force. ”

"That's it. Elder Xius, there are too many old rules of the elven clan, and they love peace and life too much. On the battlefield, these can become fatal wounds to the elves. Elves are excellent warriors, but elves don't have a great army. Now these skirmishes are being done precisely to train a stoic, elite elven army. In the early days of our foothold on the borders of human countries, there may be a series of battles. We have to prepare early. Peace is never achieved at the negotiating table. Peace can only be won through war and blood. If I could exchange a hundred orc surnames for one elven surname, I think it would be worth it. ”

The bloodlines of the fat man are deep and the thoughts of the arrogant elves. Theseus nodded repeatedly.

"Elder Xiusi, if the elven clan doesn't want to continue to hide in the mountains, this is the only way!

Theseus finally chose to support Rogge unconditionally, and with him taking a stand, Rogge regained the upper hand in the Presbyterian Church.

The priests were the most opposed to Rog's practice, which they saw as a blasphemy against the most basic teachings of Hiloh. And the one who opposed Rogge the most was the female priestess Zhao Ye of the Sara tribe.

Zhao Ye is mature and beautiful, compared to the thinness of other elves, she is very plump. Unfortunately, Rogge knew that she was a fanatical believer, and that the priests of Shiloh had to keep themselves pure, which made the lustful fat man dispel unclean thoughts. However, no matter how good Rogge's impression of her was, he would not be able to stand it if he always encountered her crazy opposition at every elder. Although the opposition of the priests did not affect Rog's final decision, the fat man had already made up his mind to address these objections once he found a suitable place to settle.

"I can't let these elves dictate me anymore!, I can't do anything if I go on like this!" Rog began to conceive of a new power structure in his spare time.

What he needed was blind faith and reading.

No matter how much the priests objected, Rogge remained steadfast in his bloody plan. After more than a month of traveling north, the hands of all the elven warriors were already stained with the blood of women and children of different races.

That night, Wind Butterfly quietly came to Rogge's camp. She was wearing a dark green robe common to elves, and her special full-body armor had been removed. This robe shows off her perfect posture.

Wind Butterfly's face was a little pale. When Rogge saw her come in, he somewhat guessed what she meant. But he didn't break it, just asked her to sit down, and the two sat speechless at each other. In the end, it was Wind Butterfly who couldn't help but speak.

"Your Majesty, Divine Envoy, you ...... Can you stop slaughtering the village?"

"Tell me your true intentions, in front of me, you don't have to go around. Rogge smiled.

Feng Die's face turned red, lowered her head, and said softly: "Lord God's envoy, you...... Can we stop letting Rumsfeld sweep the battlefield? If this continues, he will collapse. ”

Rogge smiled and asked, "Then you say, who is better to clean up the battlefield?"

It's a brutal question. Wind Butterfly bit her lower lip and was speechless. If the rescue of Rumsfeld would have come at the cost of the depravity of another elf, she would not have been able to open this mouth anyway.

"My Majesty, God! I'm going to clean up the battlefield!" she finally mustered up her courage.

"It's impossible. Let you do this, and all the elves will hate me and oppose me. If I fall, then the elves' efforts to change their fate will end there. Say, should I use the fate of the entire elven race to fulfill your self-sacrificing ideals?" the fat man seemed to regard himself as the savior of the elves.

Wind Butterfly's mind was in turmoil, and she really couldn't understand why the idea of sacrificing herself had turned into a sin that would send the entire elven clan into the abyss.

"But......" Rogge stood up and walked behind Windbutterfly, "maybe I'll think about rearranging Rumsfeld's place." As he spoke, he gently stroked the beautiful pointed ears of the Wind Butterfly.

Stroking elves' ears is an extremely intimate gesture, as they are one of the most sensitive parts of an elf's body. A blush quickly spread across the butterfly's ears, cheeks, and neck. She stood up suddenly, panicked. "Your Majesty, Divine Envoy, you ...... How do you ...... Is this a deal?" said later, there was already a hint of anger in her voice.

"Maybe, would you like to think about it?" Rogge grabbed hard, and then hugged Wind Butterfly in his arms. Under the soft, light robe, he could clearly feel the perfect curves of the wind butterfly. He reached out to Wind Butterfly's chest with one hand and grabbed her delicate **.

"Wind Butterfly, you know, I can make Rumsfeld a devil. Of course, it depends on how you choose. Rogge gently bit the wind butterfly's ear and blew into it.

"No! I refuse!" Wind Butterfly jerked free from Rog's arms and rushed out the door.

Rogge looked at her back and smiled calmly. Now that Wind Butterfly has become a bargaining chip in this big deal, how easy is it to run out of Rogge's palm?

There seemed to be no end to the north, and the Presbyterian Church was becoming more and more silent. Only Theseus, Sarah, and Elder Fili of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe knew where the journey ended.

Rog is to lead the elves through the central mountain range to the human kingdom in the north, where they will find a place to put down roots on the border with the human kingdom. The fat man said to the three elders that the elves must communicate with the human race and communicate with each other in order to truly change. The real thought in his heart was that soaring prosperity only made sense in the human kingdom. Only by reaching the pinnacle of power can one truly challenge the church.

Fighting against a behemoth like the Church of Light, victory or defeat is no longer something that can be decided by the victory of a few battles. This kind of struggle is about resources, all kinds of resources.

And the root of power is the right to distribute resources.

In the process of fighting for power, whether he used the legend to deceive the elves, or whether he was originally part of the legends of the elves, Rogge could no longer tell.

Moonlight.

"Ah...... Don't! No, don't ..." A shrill cry resounded through the forests of the Central Mountains, startling a large number of resident birds.

Androni sat up suddenly, gasping for air. She couldn't remember the first time she had this nightmare.

She stood up in her cloak and came out of her tent, the cold moonlight falling on her, and the late autumn wind brought a chill to the bone. The flush on Androni's face gradually faded, but her whole body was still limp, especially her two long legs, like cotton.

Androni took a deep breath of cold air, and it was a little better. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the deep, silvery eyes, the mysteriously beautiful face, and the delicate hands that were incomparably tender, but which had caused her countless nightmares.

Her snow-white teeth bit her lower lip gently, desperately trying not to remind herself of the ridiculous events of a month ago. But all this was as if it had just happened, and those cold and slippery hands roamed all over her body, not sparing every inch of skin and every corner. There seemed to be a strange magic in those hands, and everywhere they went, they were soft and numb to the bone marrow, and an indescribable strange feeling.

"Damn! I ...... I begged her so much, but she wouldn't stop...... Her name is Fengyue, isn't she?" thought Androni hatefully. She really didn't know where Fengyue came from and why she did this to her. There are not many people on the continent who have stepped into the holy realm, and each of them is a strong person on the Megatron side, this Fengyue who is accompanied by a huge bone dragon is so powerful, it should never be completely famous. But Androni thought about it, and couldn't remember who among the strong people in the mainland used the Death Scythe. Although this strange long weapon is hugely powerful, it also has obvious shortcomings, and ordinary martial arts masters will not choose to practice.

"Fengyue...... Fengyue ......" She recited the name softly and repeatedly, and she never fell asleep again.

She got up with her surname, put away her tent, made the direction, and galloped away in the moonlight. In two days, she would be able to walk out of the vast central mountain range.

There, not far from the Rhine.

Floya should be in the royal capital now, right?

Originally, Androni went to hunt down Roger because she didn't want to face Floya head-on. But after the incident in the Dragon Cave, she suddenly wanted to see Floya strongly.

She wanted to see her again.

It's just a glance.

The origin of the legend ends;