Before Rogge could recover from the shock, Hughes threw out another piece of news that made Rogge extremely angry.

"Lord Rogg," Theseus began, "I have received word from Adjani on the way that the Temple has rejected your request and that Adjani will remain in the water prison until the day when the priests will judge her for the first time. Although the city of oracles has suffered heavy losses, the status of the temple is still the highest in the hearts of the elves, and the decision of the priests is the final decision when it comes to adjudicating heresy. ”

Seeing the murderous aura nurtured in Rogge's calmness, Xius hurriedly said: "Moreover, we had better not go to the temple to rob people, which may cause a mutiny among the elves of the entire Oracle City." ”

Rogge calmed down, stared at Xiusi and said, "Elder, with your city government, isn't there a way to save Adjani?"

Hughes looked calm, and his answer once again stunned Rogge: "Lord God, I'm just a killer. Assassination is a real contest of wisdom and martial arts, a light in the darkness, and it does not violate the simple and beautiful surname of the elves. Although I am a killer, I am more of a simple elf, and my intelligence is not enough to deal with the complex situation in front of me. Only by relying on your incomparable insidiousness and meanness will you be invincible!"

Rogge stared at Hughes for a long time, resisting the urge to erode it. Such an old fox is embarrassed to say that he is just a simple elf?

But this old fox city is beyond imagination, don't hide anything else from yourself, for example, what if he is a seventeenth-level killer? The difference between one level is the difference between inside and outside the Holy Domain!

The fat man is even more worried about Adjani's fate in his heart. He knew that the elves were extremely stubborn, and this kind of surname was even more obvious in the three sacrifices. The elves should deal with Adjani, who was resurrected with unholy blood, in the same way that the Church of Light dealt with the infidels. His sudden resurrection had already disrupted the temple's plans, so don't force the priests to hurry up and use some means.

But how can Rogge make Zhaoye and the sacrifices happy?

He thought for a moment, called in a guardian warrior, and ordered, "Go and call Rumsfeld to see me!"

Then he stared at Xius and said slowly, "Elder Xius, for the sake of the elves' future, I need your help with me. You're used to walking in the dark anyway, you don't care about one more time, do you?" he made up his mind to drag the old fox Hughes into the water.

Xius smiled bitterly and said, "You are an oracle, and I will definitely obey your orders." ”

Rogge nodded and sneered, "That's good! That's good!"

Footsteps sounded at the door, and Rumsfeld's slightly melancholy voice sounded: "Your Excellency, Rumsfeld awaits your orders." ”

Rogge said coldly: "Come in!"

Rumsfeld, the Templar Guardian, the Elven's most elite warrior, walked in, and when he saw that Rogge didn't mean to let him sit, he stood in the middle of the room, keeping his usual respect for Rogge. The two guardian warriors stood silently behind Rumsfeld.

Rogge's face sank, and he asked coldly: "Rumsfeld, I 'died' for a month, why did the Terran army come to the city? Why are there only 400 people left on the dark side of the moon? Why didn't I implement any of the strategies I set before I died? Could it be that as soon as I die, you will never pay attention to my orders again? You can give me an explanation!"

Rumsfeld was silent.

He didn't know that because of the relationship between the wind butterflies, the mysterious and terrifying divine envoy had been thinking of various ways to kill himself. Originally, as soon as Rogge died, the gloom in his heart had disappeared. However, it didn't take long for him to discover that the situation was quickly out of the temple's and his control, and had become out of control. In the face of the fact of blood and fire, he finally discovered that only Rogge's strategy could keep the elves alive.

Although in his heart, he would rather die a heroic death than a humiliating life.

However, after the sudden resurrection of the oracle, he finds himself involuntarily embroiled in a struggle between the temple and the oracle.

Looking at Rumsfeld, Rogge's anger couldn't help but rise again. What really hurts him is not the heart of Wind Butterfly, but the death of more than 400 'Dark Side of the Moon' warriors! Although Rogge was determined to lead this army into the dark abyss from the beginning and turn them into the sharpest sword in his hand, he also cherished the lives of every soldier extremely much. Therefore, miraculously, after many storms, the dark side of the moon has not killed a single warrior. Now that Rogge has come back from the dead, it has only been a month of hard work, and the most elite dark side of the moon has lost half of it, how can he not be angry?

"Rumsfeld! Although you refuse to speak, you don't obey orders and command poorly, you don't have anything to say about these two crimes, right?" Rogge's voice was terrifyingly cold.

Rumsfeld was still calm, and when he thought of his comrades-in-arms who had died in battle by his side, a burst of indescribable sadness passed through his heart.

He finally spoke: "Lord God, I am as saddened by the loss of the dark side of the moon as you are. I'm willing to take all the faults, just please let Fengdie go, she's still a child, and she's still very naïve, and she doesn't know what she's doing. ”

"Aha! And Wind Butterfly, I almost forgot about her if you didn't mention it!" Rogge suddenly smiled, very kindly, but it made everyone in the room shudder.

"Don't worry, what Wind Butterfly does, what kind of responsibility you have to bear. I will naturally decide on this matter, so you don't have to worry about it! Come on, arrest Rumsfeld for me! Put him in the water prison of the Elders' House first! I will interrogate him myself in a moment! By the way, Elder Theseus, there is a water prison under the temple, and there should be one in the Elders' House, right?"

Xius smiled awkwardly and whispered, "This...... Looks like there is!"

Rogge asked curiously, "If there is, there is, if there is none, there is none." Don't you, as the head of the House of Elders, know if there's a water prison under your room?"

Hughes coughed a few times, but fortunately, the guardian warrior had already escorted Rumsfeld out, so he didn't see the red old face of Xius, who had always been highly respected.

Looking at their departing backs, Rogge said coldly: "Since the temple has locked Adjani in the water prison, then I will put Rumsfeld in the water prison as well!

Rogge turned his head and said to Hughes: "Elder Xius, now that there is a strong enemy outside the Oracle City, and the internal situation is unstable, we must fight quickly! I have come up with an idea, you can see if it is suitable......"

After listening to Rogge's whispering, Xius couldn't help but sweat profusely, and he couldn't help but say, "Lord God's envoy...... Well, that's not quite right......"

Rogge's face sank, and he said coldly, "Elder Xius, this is not right. In order to repel the enemy, I even used necromantic magic. I have given no thought of anything for the survival of the elves, do you still want to keep your holiness? If you don't agree, then I will leave the City of Oracles. Anyway, the temple would never allow a necromancer to guide the elves. If I don't want to face the darkness of the moon that I created, I have no choice but to leave. ”

Xius sighed and said in a low voice, "This, this...... I will do as you tell me. Lord Shiloh, you have sent a demon to guide the elves!"

Seeing that Xius finally agreed, Rogge immediately smiled and said, "Elder Xius, what else can't you think of such a good thing? I want to come by myself! Okay, you go and make preparations, when the time comes, let's do it immediately!"

After sending Xius away, Rogge carefully considered the whole plan again, and felt that there was no flaw, so he called in another guardian warrior and ordered: "Go and find me Wind Butterfly, I have something to ask her!"

It wasn't long before the guardian warrior returned to report that Windbutterfly was in the temple, and that the priests had something important to discuss with her, and that they didn't have time to meet the oracle.

The fat man smiled lightly, didn't say anything, and went directly to the dungeon to interrogate Rumsfeld.

The elves are a peaceful and beauty-loving race, and even the water dungeon fully embodies this.

Lamps burning with smokeless grease illuminated the entire water prison. The walls of the dungeon are made of neat bluestone, and they are kept spotlessly clean, completely free of moss and rats, which are essential by-products of human dungeons.

When he saw that most of Rumsfeld's body was actually immersed in the clear spring water, which was locked to a stone pillar, Rogge finally collapsed. Ever since he became an oracle, he has been so busy that he has not had the time and opportunity to study the torture culture of elves.

It seems that the elves are an elegant race in every way!

Rogge walked around the entire water prison, and he didn't find any of the torture tools he was used to when he was a lord, only a whip, and he couldn't hit it lightly. It seems that Hughes is right when he says that the worst punishment for elves is disgrace. Being imprisoned in a water prison is already a very dishonorable thing, and the torture on ** is not in line with the customs of elves.

After seeing the layout of the elf's water dungeon, Rogge was relieved. Although he was somewhat unhappy that he couldn't clean up Rumsfeld properly, he felt much more comfortable at the thought that Adjani would not suffer too much in the temple.

Rumsfeld is also a talent, but he is on the side of the temple. Time is very important to Rogge now. He cast undead magic in public, and although it was to repel the Terran coalition forces, it had inevitably caused a crisis of confidence. Since the ancient oracle was only understood by Elder Hus, it was the same as not having this oracle, and the right to interpret the oracle had always belonged to the temple. Now he must quickly pull down the other source of the Elves' faith, the temple, from the altar. Only then will the elves who have no choice gather around Rog because of their faith.

In Rogge's mind, faith and blind obedience are the same thing, and they are both his favorite things.

Although, the fat man is very angry about the big dang of Shiloh. Shiloh is worthy of being the main god, layer by layer, all the way to lure himself to the bait and die for the elves. Thinking of this, Rogge hated it, and since then he has a new understanding of fate and the power of the main god.

At this moment, Rumsfeld had been taken out of the water cell and locked in the interrogation room. Rog paced slowly and sat leisurely across from him.

Rumsfeld's incomparably handsome face was still full of melancholy, and he was silent, quietly looking at Rogge. He carried a pair of exquisite magical shackles on his hands, which could block the wearer's fighting spirit, and were the most suitable thing to imprison a martial arts master like Rumsfeld.

Rogge clapped his hands, and an elven warrior served refreshments to the two of them and placed them on the table. Rumsfeld's eyes flashed with surprise, with his understanding of Rogge, the Divine Envoy was definitely a ruthless person, he stood on the side of the Temple after his death, and now that the Divine Envoy was resurrected, he was even ready to be quietly executed.

If Rog really wanted to do this, he wouldn't resist, as long as Rog promised him not to embarrass Wind Butterfly again.

"Come, have a cup of tea, don't be nervous, I'm also angry, after all, the 'Dark Side of the Moon' has been with me for so long, and a warrior has never died. I believe in you, you wouldn't intentionally send your comrades to death, I even know that you are a heroic and noble elf who will stand in front of your comrades and block the sword!Because you are a noble Templar Guardian!"

Rumsfeld was very surprised that Rogge actually said such a thing, which made his heart somewhat turbulent.

The interrogation was surprisingly lighthearted, perhaps, more like a chat between friends. Rumsfeld also slowly opened his guard, and occasionally chatted with Rogge.

In the eyes of the surrounding elven guards, there was always something indescribable about this scene.

They didn't know why, but they felt the emissaries and Templars of the Templars chatting in a friendly way, and there was a faint murmur in their ears that came and went. The faces of the four elven guards became more and more ugly, and one of them was about to be unable to suppress the tumbling in his stomach. However, the gods brought the important prisoners to trial in the room, and they must not leave their posts, and the duty and honor of the elven warriors made them struggle to sustain them.

Just when the elven guards were about to lose their support, all the discomfort suddenly disappeared. All of a sudden, the whole world was full of sound and color again, and full of life. They breathed the fresh, moist air greedily, and their bodies were weak, as if they were seriously ill.

In the blind corner of several elves guarding the satellite line, Rumsfeld's eyes suddenly became cloudy, and he even made a middle finger gesture extremely indecently! Seeing this scene, Rogge smiled slightly imperceptibly.

He stood up and commanded the elven guards, "I have understood that the casualties on the dark side of the moon are not Rumsfeld's fault. Go and unshackle him, and he's free. ”

By the time Rumsfeld walked out of the gates of the House of Elders, it was already late at night. More than a dozen elves were arguing fiercely at the gate of the Elders' House, completely devoid of the elves' graceful demeanor. Rumsfeld looked over and saw that several temple attendants were pushing the guardian warriors of the dark side of the moon and trying to storm the elders. But where can they push the guardian warriors with strong martial arts when they are weak? However, their scolding is high-pitched.

"The edict of the Great Sacrifice of Zhaoye is the highest order of the Oracle City! She wants to see Lord Rumsfeld immediately! You fallen 'Dark Side of the Moon' who follow demons and necromancers dare to stop me! Have you renounced your faith in Shiloh? Aren't you afraid of the Temple's punishment of fallen elves?" The voice of the leading attendant was particularly high-pitched and agitated, and her lofty attitude also appropriately explained the situation of the 'Dark Side of the Moon' in the City of Oracles.

However, the guardian warriors did not give an inch. They just held the hilts of their swords and looked coldly at the temple attendants, completely ignoring their hands pushing around on them.

Under their gaze, the attendants of the temple felt inexplicable fear! They did not dare to break in, so they had to raise their accusations higher and higher. Elves had begun to gather behind them, which gave them a lot of confidence, and the scolding became more and more impassioned.

Rumsfeld stepped forward quickly and said in a deep voice: "All right, don't make any noise! Master Rogge has forgiven my sins and restored my freedom. Is it the Great Priest Zhaoye looking for me? Then don't waste time, let's go to the temple first!"

The attendant at the head glared at the guardian warriors fiercely, and threw down a sentence: "The Great Sacrifice of Zhaoye will make you pay for your rudeness!"

In an unlit window of the Elders' House, Rogge was quietly watching the argument below. After watching Rumsfeld leave with the attendants of the temple, he smiled coldly: "You actually dare to openly come to me to ask for someone! Zhaoye, I'll let you scratch the goods and see if what you snatched back is a capable subordinate or a demon!"

The fat man suddenly felt a wave of tiredness in his heart, he couldn't help but yawn, and muttered: "Damn, eroding this broken ability is really perverted! It's useless, and it will almost use up all of Lao Tzu's mental power if you use it once." Why did that old thing have nothing to do with this thing?"

Rog looked at the moon's position and knew that there were still two hours before he left. After instructing a guardian samurai to guard the door, he hid in the ashram and meditated. He had to regain his strength as soon as possible, and in case that old fellow of Hughes didn't succeed, he was ready to come hard.

When Rumsfeld stepped into the small prayer room on the side of the temple, Zhao Ye was anxiously waiting for him. Seeing his tall figure come in, she immediately stood up and greeted him with a happy face.

"Rumsfeld! You're back! Rogge, has he embarrassed you? He's a necromancer! Just come back, the City of Oracles can't live without you!"

Zhao Ye hurriedly finished speaking, and said hatefully: "Rogge actually used the most evil undead power, we were all deceived by him! It seems that those elven warriors of the 'Dark Side of the Moon' are really depraved, and even when they know that he is so evil, they only listen to his orders and do not obey the orders of the temple! Tomorrow I will call on the elves of the whole city to stand up and strip the aura of Rogge's divine envoy! This demon, he will lead the glorious elves to hell! And those arrogant ones' The Dark Side of the Moon', and I will also show them the cost of betraying the Elven faith!"

"The High Priest, the belief in the 'dark side of the moon', is stronger than any elf. In order for the other elves to live in the sun, they preferred to walk in the darkness on their own. Rumsfeld's sad but firm voice interrupted Zhao Ye, "These days, in order to defend the Oracle City, I have watched too many 'Moon Dark Side' warriors fall beside me, but none of the elves will back down because of this. The Great Sacrifice, the 'Dark Side of the Moon' created by the Divine Envoy, is the most devout spirit in the City of Oracles!"

Zhao Ye looked at Rumsfeld in some surprise, but saw that the latter's eyes revealed incomparable firmness. What the temple lacked the most was force, and the two Templar Guardians had to be wooed, so Zhao Ye reluctantly said, "Okay, I can forgive the 'Dark Side of the Moon' for being disrespectful to the temple. But Rogge, this evil necromancer, I will never give in to this! Hmph, how could he have been resurrected after death if he had not possessed the evil power of the undead? He must have made a contract with the evil god, and the elves were the promised sacrifice of this contract!"

Rumsfeld was silent again. Zhao Ye was used to his silence and didn't care. He used to be a very cheerful and funny elf, but since the arrival of the divine envoy Rog, he has become more and more silent day by day. Looking at Rumsfeld's gloomy face, Zhao Ye's heart suddenly surged with a sadness mixed with pity.

But tonight, his melancholy was a little different from the previous days, his breathing was gradually becoming heavier, and the green tendons were constantly floating.

"The Great Sacrifice...... It's not good....... you run away...... Run!" Rumsfeld suddenly put his head in his hands and shouted!

Zhao Ye was taken aback and said hurriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

Rumsfeld suddenly let out a low roar, and his eyes had turned turquoise. He slammed Zhao Ye to the ground, stretched out his hand and tore it, and with a 'snort', he had already torn off half of Zhao Ye's divine robe!

Seeing Zhao Ye's exposed snow white** and a little red on the abundant hills, the blue fire in Rumsfeld's eyes became more and more vigorous! He suddenly grabbed Zhao Ye's rare huge [***], and grabbed it, bite, and gnawed hard. A low roar kept coming out of his throat, like a wild beast going mad!

Zhao Ye looked at Rumsfeld, who was pressing on him and ravaging his snow-white **, but he was unusually calm: "It turns out that your soul has been controlled by the evil force! It must be a good thing done by that devil of Rogge! Hmph! In the temple of Hilo, in front of the endless majesty of God, how could you let such a small conspiracy succeed!"

In the frenzy, Rumsfeld only cared about venting his primitive hopes for Zhao Ye, and did not restrain Zhao Ye's hands and sacrifice his weak body, so how could he help the mad Templar Guardian? Even if Zhao Ye punched, kicked and bitten, Rumsfeld only thought she was tickling.

Completely ignoring the Templar Guardian who was burning with lust, she raised her arms and interlaced her hands in a graceful gesture, spitting out a few notes of Qingyue in her mouth.

In the temple of Hilo, Zhao Ye, as the high priest, can unleash large-scale divine magic with just a few simple notes.

There seemed to be a faint sigh in the darkness, and then a black shadow flashed with great speed. Zhao Ye's face was numb, and she was suddenly horrified to find that she couldn't make any sound in her mouth!

In Rumsfeld's heart, the flame of hope became more and more vigorous! A struggle flashed in his eyes, but this struggle was so powerless that it was suppressed by lust in the blink of an eye. He suddenly became extremely powerful, and in a few clicks, he tore off the last few thin pieces of fabric on Zhao Ye's body!

He is like a beast on fire, and Zhaoye's snow-white ** is the clearest lake water......

With a red afterimage, the beast plunged into the lake......

Zhao Ye's beautiful face was distorted by pain, her small mouth was wide open, but she still couldn't make any sound; her arms pushed Rumsfeld in vain, but her fragile physique made her completely unable to push his mountain-like body! With his violent movements, Zhao Ye grabbed his back in pain, and the sharp nails on his ten fingers cut blood marks on his back!

It didn't take long for Rumsfeld to torture Zhao Ye to the point of dying without the slightest cruelty without the slightest pity.

An inaudible sigh sounded in the darkness again, and after two whirring, two snow-white ** bodies were thrown to Rumsfeld's side again. It turned out to be the other two sacrifices of the temple!

They were completely a**, their eyes were full of despair and panic, but their whole bodies were soft and obviously without the slightest strength. Like Zhao Ye, their mouths opened and closed in horror, as if they were screaming constantly, but they couldn't make any sound!

The frenzied Templar Guardian immediately discovered new prey! The lifeless Zhaoye could no longer arouse his hopes.

The beast leapt out of the lake, and the burning flames around it did not weaken in the slightest! It looked at the newly appeared two clear lakes in ecstasy, and howled and jumped into it......

In the most sacred place of the temple, four ** of ** are intertwined, playing the music of madness and *! They have completely forgotten the passage of time, and do not know that the night has passed and the dawn has come......

"I say how did the light of the temple disappear! It turns out that the sacrifices who have always been high are the elves who have truly betrayed the faith of the gods!" Rogge's cold voice was like the loudest morning bell, awakening the elves who were still immersed in darkness and the sin of silver chaos.

Screams come and go!

The screams came from the three priests, who seemed to wake up and suddenly found themselves **, full of traces and weak soreness that fully explained what kind of crazy night this was!

What made them even more desperate was that at the door, Rogge stood with his hands in his hands, looking at them coldly. Behind Rogge, there were countless elves, and all the elven elders were among them!

More screams came from the elves behind Rog.

Rumsfeld stood up, although he was also defenseless, his eyes had regained clarity, and his bearing was still calm. His eyes scanned among the elves behind Rog, as if searching for something.

He soon found it, and it was a stunning face, full of despair and sadness.

Rumsfeld's face finally turned pale. The sparkle in his eyes quickly faded and became lifeless.

"On one side is the noble guardian of the temple, and on the other side is the holy sacrifice, it turns out that the truth of prayer and confession every night is such a messy scene!"

Rogge didn't give Zhao Ye the slightest chance to defend himself, his voice was already trembling with anger, and he raised it higher and higher, and said faster and faster: "If it weren't for the sudden disappearance of the holy light in the temple today, we wouldn't have known that in the most holy temple of Shiloh, the ugliest drama actually happened! No wonder Shiloh was so angry! No wonder the holy light disappeared! I thought it was the demon who defiled the holy land dedicated to Shiloh, but I didn't expect it to be like this!"

After a pause, Rogge gave the priests the final blow: "No! it is true that there is a demon that has defiled the holy land of Shiloh! This demon is in the souls of our venerable priests!"

Zhao Ye's face was pale, she sat on the ground, the extreme humiliation made her bow her head deeply, she covered her face with her hands, and sobbed lowly, completely ignoring the fact that all the hidden parts were exposed. Zhao Ye's mind was already blank, she just hoped that it was a nightmare and that she could wake up soon!

Rumsfeld's heart flashed over Rogge's words: "As the guardian of the Templar, let the other elves see your weak side, and go to the priests at night in the future!"

His heart was completely cold, and he understood that all this was arranged by Rog a long time ago. With his understanding of Rogge, the whole plan would definitely not give him and the priests any room to turn over.

He looked up, just in time to meet Rogge's fierce gaze. The elven's most elite warrior smiled wryly and closed his eyes, waiting for Rogge's verdict.

"According to the most glorious tradition of the elves, the elves who serve as the sacrifice of Shiloh must be pure and flawless, and there can be no trace of impurity from the heart to the **! Now, the elves present, including all the noble elders, have seen that Zhao Ye and the other three sacrifices are no longer pure! Therefore, I declare as an oracle that they are no longer qualified to continue to serve as the sacrifice of Shiloh and are no longer qualified to continue to live in the temple of Hilo! Now, they will be thrown into a water prison for blasphemy, and after I have received the oracle, I will agree on their punishment!"

Rogge's gaze turned to Rumsfeld again, and he glanced up and down twice. The body of the Templar Guardian is full of strength and beauty, and all the lines are delicately kneaded together with fortitude and grace, and it is truly a perfect body!

Rogge was a little jealous when he saw it. Although he was a necromancer, his perfect and strong body had always been his favorite. But for now, the important thing is not to give him any chance to turn over.

"With the testimony of the distinguished elders, Rumsfeld has been convicted of silver rebellion and blasphemy! Therefore, he will be permanently removed from the title of Templar Guardian and imprisoned, awaiting the harshest punishment from the elves!" Rogge's voice was filled with extreme anger and contempt, and the elves behind him also recovered from their initial surprise, and they all shouted and cursed the four elves in the center of the room.

The angry accusations continued for nearly half an hour, and there was a tendency to become more and more intense. Rog had to raise his hands in the air, and after a few moments, the room slowly fell silent.

Elder Xiusi's face was sad, he sighed, made a gesture, and the four elven warriors took off their cloaks and covered the bodies of the four elves.

The three priests were glazed over, and the sudden blow had completely deprived them of the ability to act and think. Zhao Ye's will was the strongest, she wanted to say loudly, this was a conspiracy! It must be a conspiracy planned by Rogge behind the scenes! However, when she saw the extremely disdainful eyes of the elves present, her heart was also cold, she knew that no matter how much she defended, no one would believe her words at this moment. On top of that, she was indeed no longer pure in body, and even if all the elves knew that the whole thing was planned by Rog, she would no longer be able to hold the position of a priest.

She figured it out in an instant, and this was the most important part of Rogge's plan. The elven tradition she has always adhered to has become her most fatal weakness!

Zhao Ye silently wrapped his body tightly with his cloak. She only felt that she was completely numb, and it didn't matter what Rog would do to get revenge on her next. The greatest revenge has passed, what is she afraid of? Zhao Ye's only regret is that she can't remind the new priest to be careful of the devil Rogge. She knew that Rogge would never give her this chance.

After watching Zhao Ye and the others being taken down, Rogge glanced at Xius meaningfully, and when he received the secret signal from Xiusi and rushed in, even he didn't expect the scene to be so violent and exciting. But in any case, the knockdown of the temple finally made him breathe a bad breath. The thought of the loss of the elite 'Dark Side of the Moon' made Rogge couldn't help but be angry. This is a very sharp knife, and Rogge originally wanted to rely on the 'Dark Side of the Moon' to make a big difference in the north!

As for Rumsfeld, it is already in Rogge's hands. There is a lot of magic in the memories of the lich Elgra, and the process of making Ryoma by Fengyue was also a great inspiration to Rog. The Templar Guardian of the Elves is an excellent test material.

In the early morning of the next day, the City of Oracles finally ushered in the long-lost peace. The elves were pleasantly surprised to see that the golden dome of the temple emitted a faint holy light again!

Since its completion, the 'City of Oracles' has never been peaceful. After a month of fighting, there are so many strange things that have happened to the elves, even more than the sum of the past thousand years.

The resurrection of the oracle has taken the elves by surprise, and the resurrected envoy uses evil, strange and powerful magic to repel the human alliance, and also greatly shocks the nerves of the elves. Now there has been another incident of the sacrifice and the Guardian of the Templar Silver Riot, and it is a rare Silver Riot in which all the sacrifices are involved! Some elves already have a faint feeling in their hearts that they will not be surprised if Shiloh descends on the earth tomorrow in the carriage of death.

After sending all the temple's attendants and priests to prison, the god envoy Rog moved into the temple as a matter of course. As for the holy light of the temple, how could it be difficult for the magic-proficient Rogge?

Before Rogge could clean up Zhaoye, there were too many things waiting for him to clean up in the messy Oracle City. So after letting the temple shine again, Rog quietly went to the bedroom of Huth.

Outside Hughes's room, Rog hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to knock on the door and enter.

To the fat man's surprise, the old fox was sitting peacefully in the room, with a pot of fragrant tea beside him, apparently waiting for Rogge.

The question is, how did Hughes know that Rog would come to him at this time? Now it's not far from dawn! This old thing doesn't sleep, it's waiting for him? Rog looked at the teapot, it was clearly freshly brewed tea, and the old guy hadn't waited long!

Rogge is getting more and more wary of this old thing.

"Elder Theseus!" Rogge sat down with the most sincere smile on his face. He pretended to move his chair inadvertently so that he could choose between breaking the window and breaking the door.

Hughes smiled and poured Rog a cup of tea. Rogge took it all in one gulp, as a necromancer, he was not afraid of poison. What's more, he had also drunk the blood of the green dragon, and his anti-poison power had reached a higher level.

"Elder Theseus, I have come to you this time to discuss the current situation with you. I need the Presbyterian Church's full help in many places!"

Xiusi said leisurely: "No problem at all! No matter what you do with the priests, and no matter how many more elves you plan to find to sacrifice, there is no problem! The elders will definitely fully support you." And soon, the Council of Elders will approve a proposal that you will have the power to mobilize all the elven armies! no matter what your goal, even the silver dragon, the elven armies will faithfully carry out your orders. ”

Rogge was immediately startled. Rogge felt that the more he came into contact, the more unfathomable the old fellow became!

"Elder Xius, you have given me absolute power, aren't you afraid that I will lead the elven race into the abyss?"

"Don't be afraid!" said with a smile, "If you don't have such a little self-discipline, how can you accomplish so many great things?"

Roger Moran.

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