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Night fell quietly, but the whole city of Hilde was brightly lit and noisy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The generals, all with red eyes, shouted loudly at their soldiers, looking a little angry. They were struggling with the almost impossible task of gathering an army of 70,000 for an expedition in the early morning. Both the generals of the Tidal Legion and the Bauhinia Butterfly who commanded the army of the Duchy of Arei had to stay busy all night for Rogge's sudden decision. It was also the first time that the Duchy's army and the Tidal Legion worked closely together, as the generals on both sides were real soldiers, and they were reluctant to let their warriors fall on the battlefield for lack of necessary pre-battle preparations.

Arsenals of all sizes have been opened, and boxes of ordnance, armor, and spare parts have been removed and stacked in designated places, waiting for their new owners. The staff officers of both sides gathered in front of the large military map, repeatedly deliberating on the order and route of tomorrow's march. As for the 2,000 warriors who remained in the city of Child, they have also been selected. They were all from the Duchy of Are, and they were the soldiers with the least fighting ability selected from the various units.

Rogge stood in front of the window, looking with satisfaction at the city of Child, destined for a sleepless night. In the distance, the majestic headquarters of the Tidal Legion radiated a misty divine light, which stood out in the night sky.

Now that the building was completely occupied by the goddess and her retinue, all the idlers, including all the generals of the Tidal Legion, had been expelled, and no one even dared to approach the square in front of the headquarters.

Because the square is perched with the goddess's car, the huge silver dragon.

The sight of that majestic, magnificent, tall, and mysterious building made Rogge's poor heart beat uncontrollably. His fingertips recalled the gentle, greasy touch, whether it was barefoot or otherwise, he had finally touched the goddess! Rogge suddenly felt an urge to see what was hidden behind the dazzling light at all costs. All of a sudden, countless images of the past floated from the deepest part of the memory, intermingling and intermingling.

Among these pictures were all memories of Audrech, but to his puzzlement, there were countless images of Fengyue or Serafi.

The fat man's whole body shook, as if he saw something from countless electric and stone pictures, but when he searched carefully, the feeling of that moment was fleeting!

Wind Moon, Odrech, Serafis, Death's Scythe, Black Demon Lotus, and the familiar world of death...... He suddenly remembered that he had seen Odrech and Fengyue appear at the same time. Maybe Odrech can find out the whereabouts of Fengyue. The wind and moon that have not been heard from are ...... It's just that the goddess who walks in the world, Audrech, seems to remember his last rude behavior vividly, and he is not allowed to blaspheme at all. Each time, the closer Rog got to her, the stronger the energy storm condensed around her, and the more unstable it became. The furious energy accumulated in that small space was so powerful, as long as a wisp of energy was released, it was possible to penetrate Rogge's strong **.

Rog sighed, and suddenly remembered Macbeth again, wondering what the situation of this high-ranking angel who was still trapped in the headquarters of the Tides, alone in the face of Audrech and his many terrifying retinues.

Rogra closed the curtains and kept all the noise out.

Without the interference of torches, magic lamps, and lighting fires outside, the various lights and shadows that flickered in the room from time to time became clear, and the light of dark gold, silver and bronze chased each other, revealing a little mystery in the beauty.

At the large experimental table at the other end of the room, Floya tied her blonde hair up haphazardly, holding a special dipping pen made of the tail feathers of a thunderbird, and was transcribing magic on the blank magic scroll in front of her. At the other end of the bench, dozens of bottles of magic materials with different effects were piled up. On a delicate pen holder made of pure gold, there are dozens of magic pens made of different materials with different effects. On Floya's left hand side were already three transcribed scrolls.

It was already very cold, but a drop of sweat oozed from Floya's sideburns. But she was too focused and wiped it flawlessly.

Rogge was moved, wiped the sweat drops for her, and called, "Floya." ”

She hummed casually, but did not hear, did not look up, and did not slow down the work at hand.

It wasn't until she finished copying the magic scroll that she looked up, covered her mouth with her hands, and yawned lazily. The wide, tired silk sleeves of the shirt were blended with gold thread, slid down to the elbows, revealing the dizzying white arms, and the multicolored magical light that filled the room from time to time traced a kaleidoscopic pattern on the bare skin, as if it were a beautiful sight that can only be glimpsed in the famous "ukiyo-e" made by Thracian craftsmen.

Looking at Floya's dull eyes that were full of tiredness, Rogwen comforted, "Okay, you go to sleep! "In front of this little goblin, he rarely has a serious time.

Floya stretched her body, and the hairpin of the firebird nodded slightly, like a spring flower on the branch trembling in the wind. She adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and showed Rogge her proud figure if intentionally or unintentionally, and her soft and boneless waist posed a small and seductive posture.

When she saw that Rogge's gaze began to become lustful again, Floya smiled lightly, it was a smug smile. She suddenly sat up straight, regained her concentration at work, and spread out a new blank magic scroll in front of her, saying, "There are two more scrolls! ”

Rogge was so caught up in her hot and cold attitude that he couldn't find a way to extinguish it. He smiled helplessly. He said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't there still tomorrow!"

Floya said without raising her head: "Who told you to rush forward impatiently every time you fight, in a hurry to send you to death? Of course I have to make some preparations, do you think I am willing to stay up late? You, how can you say that you are also the prince of the Great Empire, and you are so poor that you can't even afford to buy a magic scroll, who will believe it? All in all, you will give me a station in the back tomorrow, and the scrolls will be spared, they are not for you." If you really die in battle, who will I enslave in the future? After this battle is over, you can go and make money for me!"

Rogge laughed and said, "Don't worry, this time I will definitely charge ahead." Because this war is different from the past, those who rush to the front are not sending them to death, but grabbing merit!"

Floya was stunned, glanced up at Rogge, and didn't say anything more. He sighed faintly in the middle of the night: "Fortune and misfortune are a pair of twins, don't be too careless." ”

In the silence, Rogge's hand suddenly and silently passed under her arm, and then squeezed heavily on the round and extremely elastic hills in front of her chest.

The goblin's hand trembled, and the unfinished magic scroll was scrapped.

"Don't get too complacent, I'll remember this scrapped scroll on your head, too!" the goblin's angry and melodious cry echoed throughout the building.

History is a wonderful thing that can add value to almost anything that has stood the test of time.

For example, this crystal goblet from the Kansas period is not too remarkable in terms of workmanship, but its 300-year history has made it very valuable. And the red wine it is serving is also a famous wine with a history of more than 80 years.

The hand holding the wine glass was pale and slender, and the noble men of the upper class wanted to have such a noble and elegant complexion, and the huge jade ring on the ring finger made the hand even more morbidly pale.

The owner of the hand was a tall, thin aristocratic man, who looked to be about thirty years old, very handsome, and had a well-trimmed mustache on his lips. With a slender figure but broad shoulders, he wore a fashionable black dress elegantly and magnificently, with jade inlaid on the cufflinks and a huge ring on his finger.

With one hand twisting his beard, he looked at the huge military map in front of him, pondering.

After a long time, he raised his head and asked a tall middle-aged knight beside him, "Has our mage maintained training these days?"

The knight replied, "Lord Fernandez, they work on their bodies and riding every day. Now there are at least ten of them who are no worse than my light cavalry. ”

Fernandez nodded and said, "For them, this is a matter of vital importance, and they don't dare not practice, not to mention that I am also relieved to have you personally train their riding skills." How's the battle report going?"

"The battle report had been sent to Yanjing two days ago, and the battlefield was only cleared today, and a total of seven hundred and sixty insignia of the Tidal Light Cavalry were found. In the afternoon, I will send someone to Yanjing to deliver these badges. But, my lord, how many casualties do we report?"

Fernández pondered for a moment, and said, "Let's pay a hundred or so first, this is enough to constitute a brilliant victory! It won't be long before the Asrofiks will come to Soratu to take revenge." At that time, as long as we hold the city, no matter how many casualties there are, it will be considered a military achievement, and we will add the extra casualties at that time. ”

He groaned, and repeatedly compared on the military map with his hand for a long time, and finally pointed to a mountain peak: "If the Asrofik people come to retaliate, the ten ** will pass through here." You send a few capable men and ten of the best mages with the best horsemen to lurk here. Let each of them take two Sissian mountain thoroughbreds, which are certainly faster than the horses of the Asrofiks. The strategy is still the same as last time, preset the magic array, concentrate on bombarding a round of magic and then flee immediately. Let's teach the arrogant Asrofiks a lesson. After arranging this matter, you will come back to me, and we will go and see how the city is being fortified. ”

The middle-aged knight answered the order, but hesitated and did not retreat.

Fernandez raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"My lord, since last night, our scout cavalry outside has not reported back, I have sent three groups of scout cavalry out to look for them, but they have not heard from them since they left the city......

Fernandez shuddered and fell silent.

The red wine in the crystal cup slowly began to ripple, and the dark red ripples became more and more intense, and finally, a drop flew out of the crystal cup, and landed on the icon of the military map representing the city of Sorathu, and quickly slipped into the paper. The dark red flower that spread out looked like a stain of blood that had not dried up.

The first rays of sunlight shone on the towers of Hilde, and the six soldiers struggled to push open the bronze cones-encrusted gates, and then ran away as fast as they could, clinging to the walls. In the dust, a team of knights in bright armor rushed out of the city.

One of the knights at the head held aloft a battle flag with the coat of arms embroidered on it representing Rog's identity and family. The coat of arms of the Imperial House of Asrofik is adorned with dragons and lions, and as a prince with a foreign surname in the Empire, Rog can use two lions in his coat of arms. And in the middle of the shield, seven spears are densely arranged. These spears are a sign of the empire's military exploits, and when you turn over them, the fat man really has a lot of military exploits. Coupled with the three goshawks that opened up the territory for the empire, there are almost no more marks on the insignia.

The battle flag was made overnight, and the fat man preferred the color of gold, so the coat of arms with a dark red background was piled with all kinds of glittering golden symbols, and from a distance, this coat of arms was enough to make any nobleman admire like a huge golden shield.

Nearly 10,000 cavalry marched out of the city of Syrd, followed by fluttering battle flags, and behind the cavalry, a phalanx of infantry rolled like a sea tide.

Rogge, Wallace and other generals stood on the side of the road, watching the army roll away to the southeast. The fat man was complacent, while Wallace and other generals had a gloomy face.

After the army, countless horse-drawn wagons of all kinds carrying military supplies flowed out of the city. In this big march, the Tides have requisitioned all the wagons in Syrd City, but the military supplies that can be transported are only a small fraction of the needs of the 70,000 army.

Suddenly, the city of Sylde resounded with a heart-stirring dragon roar, and two dragons rose one after the other, circling the army below for several weeks before rushing away.

Some of the soldiers in the procession of the Duchy of Arei began to cheer and pray loudly to the sky, and they looked like believers in the Eye of Wisdom. More and more people cheered at the dragon, and even many of the Tide Legion warriors joined in the cheers. After all, the warriors who went out on the expedition did not want to sleep on the battlefield for a long time, and it was naturally a good thing to have two dragons on their side.

Rog looked up at the dragon in the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his breathing was slightly rapid. As if subconsciously, a strange smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a long march, the light cavalry in front began to break away from the main army and outflank the city of Sorathu. Two thousand hoplites and their retinue also quickened their march. The infantry, on the other hand, maintained a normal marching pace, but the march was extended by two hours under the constant urging of the fat man.

It's just that in this way, the undertrained recruits of the Principality of Arei immediately showed a physical disparity, and at dusk, even the whole organization began to fall behind.

Rog didn't care so much, he simply ordered Bauhinia Butterfly to lead the poorly trained new army, and he himself led the Tidal Legion and the most elite troops in the duchy to speed up the march towards Soratu.

By nightfall, the queue of Rogge's army was more than ten kilometers long from front to back.

The fat man didn't notice it, but the horse was following the procession. At this time, Wallace galloped over from the rear and rode side by side with Rogge: "Lord Rogge, our current formation is very dangerous! I think we should stop and reorganize our army, otherwise the other side will inflict great losses on us as long as they use light cavalry to surprise halfway." ”

The fat man smiled and shook his head, and said, "No, our top priority is to rush to Soratu City first, and try not to let one of the people in the city escape." Sneak attack?hehe, don't worry about it at all. ”

The fat man lowered his voice and leaned into Wallace's ear and said, "Think about it, how many more sanctuaries are there in our army this time?"

Wallace gasped, apparently still fresh in his memory of the shock. He said, "Five...... Ah no, it's seven!"

"Yes!" the fat man chuckled and said, "What else do we have besides these holy areas, you can think about it again!"

Wallace's voice was already a little trembling, "You mean those two dragons will also help us fight?"

"More than that! we have another ......" Rogge looked left and right, and saw that the generals around him had quietly pricked up their ears, and then put Wallace's ear on it, and said:

“...... The goddess who walks in the world!"

Wallace's body instantly stiffened and his face turned pale, and after a few moments, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his face flushed as if he had drunk alcohol.

Nowadays, there are many sects on the continent of Gloria, there are thousands of gods and demons of various religions and races, and there are tens of millions of believers in the Church of Light, and all living beings no longer doubt the existence of the gods. But although the gods have shown many miracles, how many have ever seen the true god with their own eyes?

No wonder Wallace was so excited.

(To be continued)