In this particular winter, everyone in the city of Lille is talking about the upcoming wedding of the Grand Duke of Bavaria and Catherine.

It's going to be a wedding like never before.

While the illustrious backgrounds of the Grand Duke of Bavaria and Catherine themselves could have put the wedding in the spotlight, it was not the main reason why it was so sensational.

The wedding will take place in the newly built and magnificent St. Peter's Basilica, where Pope Paul will personally officiate the wedding ceremony and will be witnessed by Marshal Rocherio of the Rhine League and Augustus the Blood Angel, Grand Master of the Holy Knights. Ten of the 14 cardinals of the Church of Light traveled from all over the world to celebrate the wedding.

Neighboring countries sent congratulatory envoys one after another, and many lords of small kingdoms and city-states even came to congratulate them in person. The monarch and his envoys were escorted by the best troops of their country, no more than five hundred men, of course.

This wedding has become a stage for countries to show their strength.

The city of Lille has now been completely transformed into a large barracks. Never before in the city's history have so many troops been stationed. At present, there are more than 50,000 regular knights stationed in and out of the city, and more than 100,000 infantry, auxiliaries and logistics troops of various branches.

The most notable of the knights is the Holy Order of the Church. More than 20,000 holy knights, led by the blood angel Augustus of the Megatron Continent, are enough to level a small country. In addition, several mysterious orders of knights have also appeared. These knightly orders were not very large, all numbering in the thousands, and their garrisons were scattered throughout the city of Lille, guarding the Grand Duke's palace in a circle. The Holy Knights were stationed in the southern city near the city gates. It's a long way from St. Peter's Basilica, where the Pope lives. However, with the Blood Angel guarding him, no one dared to fight the Pope's idea.

Twenty thousand knights under the command of Marshal Rocherio were stationed outside Lille. Outside the city, in the barracks, nearly 10,000 ordinary knights of the Duchy of Bavaria were stationed. These knights, who were usually scattered throughout the principality, were now concentrated in the city of Lille. At present, there are only a few second-rate legions stationed in key places on the borders of the principality, and the defense is useless.

Through!

Louis IX's immense, magnificent scepter struck the ground angrily, and his pale right hand, which clenched the scepter, was bruised from too much force.*

"This is a demonstration! This is blackmail! This is the most naked insult to the Bourbons!" Louis IX roared incessantly.

The ministers in the main hall look at me, I look at you, and they don't speak.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you speak? I have given you titles, fiefs, coins, slaves, and titles, and now that the country is in danger, do you just watch Rocherio and Reinhardt come to the house, and there is nothing you can do?" Louis IX coughed with excitement, and his face turned red. Floya, who had been standing behind him, held his arm and gently patted him on the back, which made his cough better.

It was an eventful year for the Rhine League. Louis IX enjoyed his life, but he did not expect to encounter the danger of losing his country in his later years. Worrying about the night made him see aging, and his gray hair gradually thinned.

"Father, this time Marshal Rocherio has betrayed what a surprise. Now almost all the troops that the alliance can mobilize are trapped in the Duchy of Ron, and in addition to the 20,000 guards guarding the royal capital, only the private armies of the noble lords still have some combat effectiveness. ”

Louis IX looked intently and saw that it was his designated heir to the throne, the eldest prince Alain.

Alain continued: "Father, the situation is critical now. Except for the royal capital, the defense of other strategic points of the alliance was almost completely empty. So time is of the essence for us now, and we should do everything we can to delay it, seek the help of our allies, and mobilize all the forces that can be mobilized within our borders. Therefore, I propose to requisition all the private armies of the nobility, reorganize them into regular armies, and unify their dispatch and command. ”

Alain's suggestion immediately caused an uproar among the nobles.

The burly fourth prince Deschamps strode forward and said angrily: "Alan! You coward, you don't dare to face the battlefield head-on, but you still want to take advantage of the fire at such a time to rob, fight against dissidents, and consolidate your personal power! What do you mean by wanting to receive the arms of all the nobles at such a time? Can't you wait to sit on this throne?"

Alain's face immediately flushed, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak. Grand Duke Russell coughed and said in a deep voice: "I think His Highness Alain's suggestion is very reasonable, we must now stall for time, concentrate our strength, and seek help from external allies. Now is not the time for infighting, and the betrayal of Marshal Rocherio puts us at an extreme disadvantage, so a temporary appearance of weakness is not a sign of cowardice. ”

Deschamps snorted coldly and said, "I think it's time to clean up the inside." Father, the key to the alliance falling to the point it is today lies in the defection of Marshal Rocherio. However, Archduke Russell and the traitors Rocherio and Reinhardt have been friends for many years, and everyone in the alliance knows it. Rocherio's plan to attack the Duchy of Ron with all his troops has always been in favor of Archduke Russell. If we were to be surprised by the marshal's defection, Archduke Russell would not have known the slightest rumor beforehand, and it would be a little too much to say!"

Russell was taken aback and shouted: "Your Highness Deschamps, I have served the Bourbon dynasty for thirty years, and I have never had two hearts!

Archduke Russell has been in charge of the internal affairs of the alliance for more than ten years, and his position is high and powerful, and Deschamps does not dare to force him too much, he changed his words, and said: "The situation of the alliance today could have been avoided, if my dear sister, Her Royal Highness Princess Floya, was willing to consider the interests of the alliance a little bit and bring Ophiro over here, now Archduke Reinhardt may not rebel." But she actually went with the son of the traitor Rocherio and openly hooked up, how did Ophilok get off the throne? Did she ever think about the dynasty and her father in her heart? But now there is still a chance, Prince Chris, who has a good chance to inherit the throne of the Dro Empire, has always liked Floya, if this marriage can be successful, we will be backed by the Dro Empire, one of the three major empires, and we will no longer have to suffer the anger of those two traitors!"

This blow made Floya's pretty face turn white with anger, and she said angrily: "Has the Bourbon dynasty been reduced to the point where the princess of the royal family needs to betray her hue like a lady......?

Louis IX blushed and thoughtful, apparently moved by Deschamps' proposal. Floya screamed twice, but Louis IX did not hear it at all. Her heart slowly sank.

Floya's pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, and she looked at Deschamps coldly. Deschamps snorted and glanced at her from top to bottom, greedy, blazing fire flashing in his eyes. Others didn't notice it, but Deschamps deliberately let Floya see it clearly. This kind of gaze has been seen a lot in the eyes of the royal brothers since she was a child.

Seeing that he had suppressed Floya and Archduke Russell, the two important figures of the Alain faction, Deschamps was proud, and said to Louis IX respectfully: "Father, these two traitors have now concentrated all their forces in Lille City in order to show off their strength, and the current number of knights and infantry assembled in Lille City has exceeded 50,000 and more than 100,000 infantry. Now that the defense of the strategic points in the Duchy of Bavaria is extremely empty, this is a good opportunity for us to take advantage of the weakness to sneak attack! Father, as long as I bring 10,000 guards and 40,000 noble private soldiers, I can capture the Kree fortress where the Duchy is empty, so that the door for the Duchy to enter the alliance will be firmly in our hands! You will quickly make up your mind to agree to the marriage request of the Dro Empire, and as soon as the army of the Dro Empire arrives, you will not be afraid of those two traitors being arrogant again!"

"Never!" exclaimed Archduke Russell at last.

"Grand Duke, your own suspicions have not been cleared, do you have any high opinions in front of you?" asked Deschamps contemptuously.

Russell ignored Deschamps and said to Louis IX: "The wedding of Catherine and Reinhardt was actually seen as a political alliance. All countries invited to attend can be considered as temporarily joining the camp of the Duchy of Bavaria and the Church. From this point of view, the significance of the other party's gathering of troops in Lille City is obvious. Now that the other party has not officially declared a rebellion, if we attack at this time, we will give people the truth!Besides, this wedding will be presided over by the Pope himself, if this sneak attack attracts the Holy Knights to join the battle, His Highness Deschamps! How sure are you that you will defend the Kerry Fortress in front of the Blood Angel Augustus?!"

Deschamps wanted to say two cruel words, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them again. No matter how arrogant he was, he knew that it was a fool's dream to try to block the Holy Knights led by the Blood Angel under the disadvantage of his troops.

Louis IX struck the ground with his scepter in annoyance, and said angrily: "Don't make any noise!

The obese Minister of Justice, Morris, hurriedly stepped forward.

"How many of the Rocherio families have not escaped?"

"Back to Your Majesty, all the important members of the Rocherio family have left the Alliance, but most of the people in the family are still under our control. According to the reported figures, a total of 1,466 members of the Rocherio family and side branches are still in the territory of the League. As long as you give the order, I can bring all of them to you in two days!"

"Good!" Louis IX slammed his scepter and shouted, "Arrest all these people and throw them into the prison of James!

Alain, Russell, and Floya were in a hurry and tried to persuade them, but they were stopped by a very stern gaze from Louis IX. The old king snorted, and turned back to the apse, leaving only the stunned nobles and ministers in the hall.

Fifth Avenue, the city's busiest thoroughfare, has fallen into decline. In the past, there was an endless stream of luxury carriages, often crowding the wide avenues, but now only a few horse-drawn carriages are parked sporadically on the side of the road, lining the bare deciduous sycamores on both sides of the road, which looks particularly deserted. The "Hammer of the God of War" is still in that three-story building, and after the ordeal, it is long gone. The square in front of the door, where dozens of luxury carriages could be parked, was now empty, and the resplendent hall was filled with only beautiful maids waiting for guests who did not know when they would come to the door.

In a tavern opposite the "Hammer of the God of War", a well-mannered man was sitting alone at the window on the second floor, with only a bottle of twenty-year-old red wine in front of him.

The noisy voices in the tavern suddenly fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze a little, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. The man in front of the window smiled and slowly poured red wine into two crystal glasses.

With the clanging of armor, a knight in cyan armor walked up to the second floor. His face was quite handsome, and although he did not have any expression, he still appeared very gentle. It's just that his body is exuding murderous aura and thick bloody aura all the time. The guests on the second floor felt extremely unnatural, and they didn't even dare to look at him, so they checked out and left.

The knight sat down at the man's table and drank from his glass. The bloody aura on his body made the man frown.

"Kate, although I've asked this question several times, I can't resist asking it again. How many people have you killed in the past six months?"

"Franco, you'll never get an answer to this question. I'm going to torture you with your curiosity!haha! Am I a little less murderous?"

"The smell of blood on your body is much less, and the murderous aura is still so strong. Can't you control it?" Franco inadvertently expressed concern.

Kate shook her head and said, "If you want to completely control the murderous aura, I'm afraid my fighting spirit will have to go to the next level." Your Dou Qi is almost at level ten, right? I really didn't expect that you would be able to find time to practice Dou Qi Sword Technique while you were in charge of Salesburg and the Hammer of the God of War. ”

Franco smiled slightly, and said, "Isn't this to save my life? I didn't expect to come out of the Inquisition alive." Sellersburg and the Hammer of the God of War are the brains of the brothers, the dead fat man doesn't know where to go, you only think about taking the liontooth knights to practice killing every day, and Lens is a pervert who has no interest, and only picks up girls in the thieves' guild every day, and has not broken through the seventh level until now. All these trivial things that I often worry about have been thrown to me, and you are so happy!"

Kate smiled, glanced at the Hammer of War outside the window, and said, "How is Isabella and the old man of the Mist?

Franco sighed and said, "It's still not improving." Isabella could not see anyone, especially men, except for her personal maids, and even I did not dare to see her. Fog Fantasy also has to be guarded by someone at night, otherwise he will always suddenly cut himself a few times, alas!"

Kate's voice deepened and said, "Isabella is crazy, and so is the Fog Illusion." Faith now only drinks and doesn't build weapons anymore. You're tired of the Hammer of War, aren't you?"

"Now the Hammer of the God of War is only in the military business. With those dwarven slaves at Fort Sellers, the quality of the weapons and armor we produce is unmatched. There is also a lot of profit in this piece. Alas, speaking of which, it's still a dead fat man's poisonous eyes! This is the foundation he laid!"

Kate let out a long sigh.

Franco said, "The Grand Duke is about to have a wedding, what are you going to do in the future?

Kate lowered her voice and said, "He has already made a plan, and when the time comes, the two of us will leave the royal capital together." I'm still guilty, so stay in the lion's tooth camp first. There are many brothers who have fought together between life and death, and they will have the opportunity to get together in the future. By the way, I heard from Robeskey's kid that the Golden Lion Knight and the two Knights of the Round Table who are still alive are very disappointed in the Grand Duke and are ready to resign from the military and leave the Duchy!"

Franco's face also became solemn, and he said in a low voice: "Is the news true? Will the Grand Duke let these people go?"

Kate shook her head and said, "I don't know. You are the closest person to the Grand Duke's Mansion right now, how did Lord Opirok die?

"I only heard that it was related to the church and Elesis, but no further information was heard. We, the old subordinates of Lord Opirok, can only protect ourselves and act when the opportunity arises. Although the Grand Duke rescued us from the Church, it is not clear whether he had another purpose. I'm getting more and more out of sight of him now. But there is good news. Bishop Hart revealed a little that there was now not a single one left of the Triumvirate of the Inquisition. I heard that two died on the way to hunt down the fat man, and the other has not been heard from since he entered the Grand Duke's Mansion. ”

"Hmph, die well!" Kate said hatefully: "But I really didn't expect the fat man to be so capable of cleaning up the two giants, haha!"

Franco said, "How can he have such a skill? But he has the most tricks, and perhaps he really used some disgraceful means to clean them up!

Rogge, who the two of them were thinking about, was very comfortable now. He now owns a mansion in Dresden. The mansion was originally the property of the court magician Gnawara. After the magic competition, the frightened Grand Duke Tikrick still resents Gnawara, and not only imprisons all his relatives, but also confiscates all his property. This mansion was naturally transferred to the new Grand Magician of the court, Rogge. Rogge walked around the mansion and had to sigh at Gnawara's level of wealth and luxury. This mansion is a little larger than Carlos's mansion, and the luxury is far higher, and the standard of the maids inside is even better. Of course, this is by the standards of the Duchy of Arre.

At this moment, in Rogge's luxurious and erosive bedroom, the fire is blazing, and the room is like spring. There is no bed in the bedroom, but a thick wool blanket directly on the floor, and several layers of thick cushions are laid on the blanket. Dozens of cushions in the room, with crystal chandeliers hanging high to pour in soft warm light, and with the portraits of naked women by famous artists on the four walls, this bedroom is really indescribably drunk.

Rogge was clad in a brocade robe, leaning against a pile of cushions. Adele, who had just come out of the bath, was casually wrapped in a robe and leaned on Rogge's shoulders, not caring about the large patches of snow-white skin exposed on her chest and thighs. Carlos, also dressed in civilian clothes, sat across from the two. On a low table in the middle, there are several delicate side dishes and a bottle of old tequila.

It was supposed to be a light-hearted time, but the topics discussed were a little different.

"Master Rogge, my father just lifted the ban on my eldest brother this afternoon. Just before I came, I heard that my eldest brother had already entered the palace to see my father. Carlos said with a frown.

Since the magic competition, Carlos has come to rely entirely on Rogge. In his eyes, the powerful and wise Rogge was simply an angel given to him by God. Rogge, who has the Elven Guard, is already too powerful for a small country like the Principality of Are. Now the mysterious Frey and his party have joined Rogge's camp. This made Carlos even more in awe of Rogge. He was glad to have met Rogge more than once, and at the same time, Adele whom Rogge had taken a fancy to had always been good friends with him.

"And what do you think?" asked Rogge, nonchalantly, shaking the glass in his hand and watching the turquoise liquor slowly flow down the wall.

"Big brother he ......" Carlos hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm worried that my father will restore his trust in big brother and put him in power again." He has always been eloquent, but his father is old again, and if he coaxes him, he may ......"

Adele twisted her body and said, "Alas, the topic of men is really boring, except for women, they are killed by power! Second brother, you have always been so indecisive, you can't decide any major matters! You are now the heir to the throne, and with Rogge and I supporting you, what are you afraid of him? As long as you keep the position of heir to the throne, the eldest brother will not listen to you in the end?"

"It's not like that. In case the eldest brother regains his father's trust and gets back the command of the Snow Bear Knight, I am afraid that he will not be willing to let his loss of power and make a move. ”

Adele smiled and said, "Second brother, you are really useless! Think about it, how did the eldest brother treat you in the first place? Can't you deal with him in the same way?"

Carlos had a difficult face and said: "That's right, but the eldest brother has always been well-guarded, so it's not easy to start!"

"Your Highness Carlos," Rogge suddenly interjected, "A thousand Snow Bear Knights are now the main force of the Aregong [***] team. If Dan Luo commands the Snow Bear Knight rebellion, even if I help quell the rebellion, the Principality will be greatly damaged, right?"

Carlos was stunned for a moment and said, "Of course. ”

"As far as I know, the Duchy of Arei was originally a small country in the Holy Alliance, so what would happen if there was another civil strife?" Rogge asked with a smile.

"Do you need to talk about that?" Adele interjected, "There are a few good things in the Holy Alliance? Those kings are old perverts! If we have civil strife, they would like to come and divide up the Principality of Are!"

She suddenly pinched Rogge and said with a coquettish smile: "What's more, there are a lot of beautiful girls in Rogge's elven guards. Especially the wind butterfly, it is really a great beauty that I have never seen before! just for the sake of these elves, the old guys of the Holy Alliance will definitely not be at peace. After snatching these elves, it will only be the Duchy of Arei who will be unlucky because of the resurrection of demons, and they will never care what the consequences will be. So second brother, you can't hesitate to be soft-hearted!"

Carlos nodded heavily, and said viciously: "I understand! Now that I am the heir to the throne, I will find an opportunity to transfer the guards and knights guarding the eldest brother's mansion in the next few days, and then send my people to kill them! Master Rogge, when the time comes, you will have to transfer a few of your masters to me! This kind of thing can only succeed and not fail!"

Rogge took a sip of wine and closed his eyes in silence. Adele gently rubbed his shoulder. Carlos waited with bated breath.

After a while, the fat man opened his mouth and exhaled a pale green smell of wine before he said, "What a good wine!" Your Highness Carlos, in fact, your current position is very advantageous, why do you need to make it so obvious? This will also give the other countries of the Holy Alliance a mouthful. ”

Carlos hurriedly said, "What should we do then? We can't let the eldest brother turn over!"

Rogge smiled faintly and said, "Adele is right, you can't hesitate to be soft-hearted. This matter must be resolved, and quickly. But we're going to take it a different way. You are now the heir to the throne, and all we have to do is keep you as such. In fact, the simplest and most direct way is to change you from the heir to the throne to the Grand Duke of Are!"

Carlos was taken aback and said, "You, you mean...... ...... father"

Rogge said leisurely: "The Grand Duke is already old, and he has already enjoyed everything he should enjoy." He's so old, he's starting to get confused. If the old man is already confused, what he has already decided may suddenly change. However, his decision was still the supreme decree of the Duchy of Are. Think about it, if one day he suddenly changed his mind about the choice of the heir to the throne......"

There was a sudden silence in the room. Carlos' face was cloudy, and his heart struggled repeatedly, and he couldn't make up his mind.

Adele yawned and said lazily: "Second brother, you are still so useless! Rogge is right, as long as you sit in the position of the Grand Duke, you don't have to worry about anything." You don't want to think about it, if the eldest brother becomes the grand duke, will you have a good time?"

Carlos suddenly drank the wine in his glass, slammed the glass against the wall, and said, "Okay! Just do it! A guard by my father's side is my confidant, and he can let him do it, and then he will kill it!"

Rogge said coldly: "It doesn't have to be like this. The Grand Duke is old, but there are still women every night. It's normal to overwork one night and suddenly stop. I'll arrange this. But, Carlos, when you become Grand Duke, you must hand over all military power to me. There are so many adventurers who want to fight my elven ideas that I have to deal with them with my army. If the elves retreat back into the mountains in a fit of rage, we will all have to flee for our lives before Amaro is resurrected. This is a matter of great importance to the survival of our country!"

Carlos nodded repeatedly.

Adele's eyes were already silky, and a pair of snow-white hands reached into Rogge's robes. She smiled and said, "Second brother, it's good that you can make up your mind! Don't change your mind! It's late, don't you go back to rest? Or do you want to stay and visit?"

Carlos was determined, and Rogge promised to help, and his heart was very happy. He laughed a few times and walked away. He made up his mind that none of the beautiful maids in the mansion could be let go tonight.

In the early morning, before dawn, Rogge was already sitting in his study. While eating the breakfast prepared by Adjani, she listened to the report of the elven messenger. At this time, Adele was still asleep. Where is Rogge's physical strength like a monster that she can resist, every time she is conquered by Rogge, she always has to sleep until the twilight of the West Mountain before she gets up. During this quiet time, Rogge was just used to deal with big and small affairs. As for Frey's men, the wounds on their faces were not completely healed, and they were locked in their rooms all day, and they only came out at night to move.

Rogge's face became more and more ugly as he listened to the messenger's report. He suddenly shouted angrily, "Only 1,600 poisoned arrows??1,600?My 'Dark Side of the Moon' can only get two arrows per person?!!

The elven messenger knelt on the ground and did not dare to get up, and replied: "Lord Divine Messenger, Elder Theseus said that the rights of the Council of Elders have been greatly restricted by the temple. Now both the weapon and armor workshops have been taken over by the Temple. Your rule that prohibits the elves from designing their own armor styles has also been abolished. Elder Hughes said that the temple was of high status, and these decisions won the hearts of the elves, and the presbyterians could not do anything about it. These arrows were secretly crafted by Elder Xius and asked the craftsmen of the Darkmoon Clan. ”

Rogge barely suppressed his anger, thought for a moment, and said, "You go and inform Elder Xius now, so that he will seize the command of the 'Dark Side of the Moon' no matter what. I'll go back to the City of Oracles once in three days, and when the time comes, I'll have a good conversation with the short-sighted priests!" Rogge uttered the last words, almost gritting his teeth. Almost all of the elves present were from the Darkmoon Clan, and it was Xiuth and his absolute henchmen, and Rogge was not afraid that his disrespect for the temple would spread. In fact, it was an open secret that he had a discord with the Temple.

Swinging off the elven messenger, Rog fell into deep thought. Only the elven guardian warriors were left in the study, and Wind Butterfly also stood quietly behind Rogge.

After a moment, Rogge raised his head and asked Adjani, "There is a big matter in front of us, and we need an elf who is willing to sacrifice himself. Do you have any candidates?"

Adjani's heart suddenly jumped, and she whispered, "Lord Rogge, I can do it!"

"No, Sister Adjani!" Wind Butterfly stepped forward and hugged Adjani and pulled her behind her. "Lord Rogge, why do you always have to sacrifice Adjani!?"

Rogge laughed and said, "No, I won't let Adjani go." The Guardian Samurai is my most precious treasure, and there are many important things for you to do in the future. ”

He stood up, paced slowly through the room, and said, "I will never sacrifice any elf at will. Nor will any of the elves be allowed to make senseless sacrifices. Adjani, this matter in front of you is just an ordinary elf. If you go, it will only be a great loss to the elves. Got it? That's why I want you to provide the candidates, not for you to go yourself. This elven woman, as long as she is strong-willed and has the determination to sacrifice everything for the elven race, is fine. ”

Wind Butterfly stared at Rogge, wanting to say something, but endured it again.

The noble elves have never lacked the courage to sacrifice, and there are many elves who are willing to take on this mission. After meeting each of these elves, Rog chose one of the archers of the 'Dark Side of the Moon'.

For two days, the sky was covered with clouds, and it was a moonless night.

The elven archers were taken by Adjani to Rog's room. Rogge, dressed in a wide robe, sat in a chair and was reading a book.

Seeing the elven archer walk in, Rog put down the book and asked gently, "What's your name?"

"Melan, Lord of the Divine Messenger. ”

Meilan is considered to be middle-class and upper-class in terms of figure and appearance among the elves, but from the perspective of the human race, she is a rare beauty.

Rogge smiled, "Nice name." Have you thought about it all? This time, you will inevitably lose your life. Before you lose your life, you will encounter many more terrible torments than death. Have you decided to go now?"

Mei Lan said calmly: "As long as it is for the future of the elf race, nothing will make me back down." ”

"Okay! Take it off slowly, one by one. ”

Melan's face was calm, and she began to undress one by one, showing off her seductive body little by little. A moment later, she was already standing in front of Rogge, with all the hidden parts in view.

"Lift your legs up, raise your ......"

Melan pinned her left foot to the ground, and slowly lifted her right leg to her side until it was straight up and raised above her head. Then she slowly turned half a circle, revealing the most secret parts between her legs to Rogge without reservation.

Rog faced such a view, but his body did not react. In fact, the fire in his heart was already burning, but now he was able to completely control his body.

Under Rogge's orders, Mei Lan was like a most brilliant dancer, constantly changing various postures. Her holy countenance made the most silvery posture very elegant. Adjani stood behind Rogge, knowing the sad fate that Melan was about to face, her heart was sad, and tears fell silently.

Melan now looked up to the sky, her hands and feet on the ground, and the subtleties between her legs raised high, facing Rogge. With a flick of Rogge's fingers, three tiny black sparks flew out, burning Mei Lan's pair* and the most tender place between her legs. Her whole body trembled, but she gritted her teeth and stood still, enduring the scorching flames of the Demon Realm. In the blink of an eye, she was already sweating profusely in pain. Finally, the sizzling flame was extinguished, and Melan never screamed.

Rogge finally nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Very good! Meilan, your name will be recorded in the history of elves! I will give you three days, you go and reunite with your lover's family, and in the evening of three days, you can wait for me in this room." ”

Three days passed quickly.

Melan stood quietly in Rogge's room, where several middle-aged beauties were busy dressing, putting on makeup, and pulling her hair up high. Against the backdrop of a dark evening dress, her pair of long, soft ears stood out.

The long black skirt slowly covered her ** body. On her lower abdomen, a mysterious and beautiful totem-like pattern is printed. After spending the last three happy days of her life with her lover, she returned to Rogge's room. Rogge drew a magic circle in the air with the flames of the Demon Realm, and under his spiritual power, the magic array became smaller and smaller, and then it was imprinted on Mei Lan's lower abdomen. This is an ancient demonic magic that, when combined with Rogge's necromancy, becomes a very covert curse spell.

The finished Meilan looks noble and beautiful. The mysterious and ethereal temperament of the elf woman is fully revealed. It is this temperament that attracts countless people to flock to elves.

Rogge stood on the terrace and watched Melan step into the carriage. In the night, the luxury carriage drove towards the Grand Duke's Mansion. Adjani and Windbutterfly were both standing behind him, one silently weeping, while the other glared at him.

"You're sad, aren't you?" asked Rog suddenly.

Wind Butterfly and Adjani were stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"The sad words are still to come. Melan is the first, but it won't be the last. Rogge sighed and said, "It's not difficult to conquer a small country like Are, it's hard to do what we should do after the elves are all exposed to the human race." The real hard time is yet to come! My means are not honorable, but I only want results. At the moment of life and death, only the outcome of the survival of the elves is the most important. This result is enough to prove the correctness of my means. ”

"Maybe you don't understand what I'm doing, because you don't know about humans, and you don't really understand why the elves have fallen to this point. You just have to remember that everything I do is for the sake of the elves' long-term survival. Rogge turned around, glanced deeply at Wind Butterfly, and said, "It's okay if someone is unwilling to sacrifice. But don't do something stupid and self-righteous, lest you spoil something big and not know about it. ”

Wind Butterfly's face suddenly turned snow-white.