This winter was an eventful time in Dresden.

On the night of the death of the eldest Duchess Tikrick, the new Grand Duke Carlos ascended to the throne of Grand Duke. At this moment, the officials of the House of Nobles were busy, and no one could tell whether the funeral or the celebration should be carried out at this time. In the end, it was the Secretary of State who decided to hold a three-day celebration to show the fact that the new Grand Duke of the Holy Alliance had ascended the throne, and then hold a month's funeral to commemorate the Grand Duke Tiklik.

However, the events of these nobles were not important to the common people of Dresden, and what struck their hearts even more was the purge on the night of the Duke's death. The city has not experienced a massacre of this magnitude in decades. Although the army and security police began to purge the entire city the next day, the faint smell of blood never lingered.

It was a cold, sad season for the citizens of Dresden.

While the officials of the House of Lords were busy, Rogge sent a fast horse to deliver the news that he was going to marry Adele within a week as soon as he returned to Dresden. At this point, the officials of the House of Lords collapsed completely.

The wedding of the Grand Magician of the Court and the sister of the Grand Duke of Carlos, Princess Adele, is definitely not a trivial matter. However, time was so short that many cumbersome rituals had to be canceled, and the envoys of various countries had no time to invite them. But Carlos still did everything possible to make the wedding a grand one, knowing that his position depended on Rogge's support.

In the southeast corner of Dresden there is a small house with a single family.

The house is unremarkable on the surface, and there are not many people in and out of the house. As night fell, a carriage without any markings came to a quiet halt at the door, and a maid came down and knocked rhythmically at the door, and the gate opened silently, allowing the carriage to enter the courtyard.

A very handsome middle-aged man walked out of the room, with a short beard on his lips neatly trimmed, and his gestures exuded a full playboy flavor. He rushed to the carriage and took the lady who was getting off the carriage in his arms.

"My angel, you're here at last, why is it so late today? Don't you know how anxious waiting is? If I wait a minute longer, I'll have an extra gray hair on my head!"

The noble lady Gege smiled coquettishly, and said softly: "Dear Earl Clark, you have never had a gray hair on your head! Alas, the time to prepare for the wedding is too short, and I have tried on clothes and jewels for a day today, and I am so tired. But didn't I rush to see you?"

A dark cloud swept over Clark's face, and he said angrily, "You rejected my marriage proposal a dozen times, but you agreed to marry that pig-like magician. Do you really like him, or is it just because he's a magician? Are you going to marry a magician, you say, if that's the case, I'm willing to learn magic, and then come back and challenge him! Adele! You're my angel, how can I tolerate giving you to someone else?"

Adele raised her index finger to her lips and said softly, "Dear Clark, don't be so loud! There are a lot of capable people around him, and we can't be too public." ”

Clark blushed and exclaimed, "Am I afraid of him, although he is a magician, and although he has hundreds of elven guards, our Clark family is one of the three major families of the Layton Kingdom. My uncle is one of the three marshals of the Layton Kingdom, and he has the right to mobilize an army of 15,000 people! Does he dare to touch me, does he dare to be an enemy of the Layton Kingdom...... Hmm!"

Seeing that he was screaming louder and louder, Adele hurriedly kissed him on the mouth. They kissed and kissed, and their breaths became heavy. Clark picked up Adele and hurried into the room.

Everything that happened at night was like a small wave, which soon disappeared into the raging sea.

Soon after Rogge returned to Dresden, his wedding to Adele took place as scheduled.

The main nobles of the Duchy of Arley were present, but the wedding was too simple compared to the important surnames of the wedding itself. Due to the short time to prepare for the wedding, none of the Holy Alliance countries had time to send congratulatory envoys, and only a few envoys who had attended the enthronement ceremony of Carlos and the burial of Grand Duke Tikrick and had not yet had time to return home attended the wedding.

Irog's original intention was just to establish a marriage bond with Adele, and it didn't matter what the size of the wedding was. Dresden did not celebrate the wedding at the time of the wedding, and many citizens did not even know that their court magician was married to Princess Adele.

Another wedding, which took place on the same day, attracted the attention of almost the entire continent.

When the first rays of the sun shine on the splendid golden roof of St. Peter's Cathedral, a loud hymn resounds.

Three thousand knights of honor gathered from all directions and lined up in a neat formation in the square in front of the church. The bright red carpet runs from the center of the square to the entrance of the church.

Under the guidance of the ceremonial officer, the envoys of more than 10 countries arrived at the square, and they all dressed in their own costumes gathered together to form a river of bright colors, adding a lot of warm colors to this solemn winter.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a snow-white carriage, escorted by ninety-nine knights, arrived in front of St. Peter's Cathedral. The Grand Duke of Bavaria, dressed in gold armor, stepped out of the carriage.

A slender hand with white gloves stretched out from the carriage, and the Grand Duke gently held the jade hand, and Catherine, in a snow-white dress, stepped out of the carriage.

The hymn in the air entered**, and St. Peter's Basilica emitted a faint holy light throughout. The church's heavy oak doors opened, and ten cardinals marched out to greet the unusual couple.

The Grand Duke of Bavaria, dressed in gold armor, took Catherine's hand and slowly walked into the church under the guidance of ten cardinal archbishops.

The pope put on his robes and stood in front of the icon with the canon in hand, welcoming the newlyweds.

Catherine looked incomparably noble today, she was like an ivory statue, and her whole body seemed to glow softly. Her eyes wandered, like a light gait coming from a wave, like an angel descending on earth. Even the Pope's faint eyes opened slightly, and he nodded approvingly.

Next to the Pope, stood Augustus, dressed in liturgical armor. The Blood Angel completely restrained the murderous aura and bloody smell on his body today, and the whole person stood quietly, as if he was one with the entire church. If you hadn't looked closely, you wouldn't have noticed that this Megatron Continent figure was standing there.

The Grand Duke and Catherine came to the Pope and stood still, waiting for the Pope's blessing.

The Pope's trembling hands opened the canon, and the old voice finally sounded: "Reinhardt William, in the name of the Most High God, will you marry this woman beside you and give her happiness?"

The Grand Duke smiled heroically: "I am willing! I am willing to make the most beautiful Miss Catherine Rocherio dowry with a thousand-year-old dynasty and thousands of miles of country!"

Hidden in the darkness, Augustus's eyebrows jumped slightly.

"Then," the Pope turned another page of the canon, "Catherine Rocherio, will you marry the man next to you, and promise to do so for the rest of your life?"

"I do! I, Catherine Rocherio, will not only be his best wife, but will also be a solid pillar of the thousand-year-old Lionheart! ”

At this moment, even the Pope was a little moved. The old Pope looked at Catherine carefully from behind the thick crystal glasses, and she stood there calmly, calmly staring at the Pope, whose reserved pride and holiness made the Pope's eyes shine.

The Pope glanced at Augustus and caught a smile on the corner of the latter's lips.

With a deep groan, the Pope stretched out a withered hand.

The Grand Duke and Catherine's hands clasped together and stretched out to the front. The Pope's withered hand tapped the hands they had held together, and the whole of St. Peter's Basilica suddenly came to life, and every heartbeat of the Pope brought a heavy response from the church. Slowly, even the entire square, and even the city of Lille, began to tremble with the Pope's heartbeat!

All the knights in the square had a look of awe on their faces, and the citizens of Lille, whatever they were doing, put down their work and stood up respectfully, facing the direction of St. Peter's Cathedral, praying reverently.

At this moment, all of them have the same heartbeat.

The Pope's majestic voice rang out: "In the name of the Lord, the grace of the Lord! The Lord said that the name of the Lionheart will be passed down for thousands of years." ”

A huge pillar of light rose up in St. Peter's Cathedral, and countless angels with sparkling brilliance flew around the pillar of light.

Those who saw this, whether they were knights, envoys, ordinary citizens, lowly servants, knelt down.

All life is equally humble before the Most High God.

After the blessing ceremony, the Pope's countenance seemed to have aged a little more, he closed the canon, regained his old and dull appearance, and said slowly: "Bless you, my children, May you spread the gospel of the Lord to every corner of the continent." ”

In the light-filled cathedral, the Grand Duke of Bavaria and Catherine slowly stepped out.

At this moment, on one side of the square are 3,000 knights of honor guards, and on the other side are envoys from various countries watching the ceremony. Each envoy was followed by between a hundred and five hundred knights. This time, the envoys of each country brought the most elite knights of their own countries, and the number of knights represented the military strength of each country.

The Grand Duke and a team of knights looked over, although he was already familiar with which countries and how many knights he came. But at this moment, he still couldn't hold back the blood boiling in his heart! It seemed that a tragic battlefield composed of fire and blood had appeared in front of his eyes. It won't be long before these knights will smash all obstacles in their path in the direction of his sword!

The wedding was also a declaration of military and political alliance to congratulate the countries. Today, the six nations form the Lionheart Alliance in Lille, the capital of the Duchy of Bavaria, forming a war machine with a population of 20 million and an army of 120,000.

Under the gaze of countless eyes in the square, old Reinhardt choked and pulled out his long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky!

Everyone waited with bated breath for his sword to fall, for Reinhardt's sword to point out the Alliance's first target.

Reinhardt's sword slowly fell, pointing far to the southeast. In that direction, the royal capital of the Rhine Confederation sits located. Beyond the Rhine, there are more than a dozen countries of various sizes. Further southeast, there was the Flemish Empire, the great empire of the coast. To the south of the Flannish Empire was an endless ocean of storms. On the other side of the stormy ocean, there is an unknown continent.

A hundred years ago, the largest holy war legion of the Church of Light set out from the Flann Empire to expedition to the mysterious foreign continent, trying to spread the gospel of the Most High God to the edge of the world. But after going to sea, there was no news about it.

There was a loud choking sound, and the thousands of knights in the square all drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the thousands of knights' long swords pointed to the southeast along with the long sword of the Grand Duke.

When the newcomer is in high spirits, it is always the time when the old man is frustrated.

There is a courtyard in the back of the Grand Duke's Mansion. Because Reinhardt was getting married today, all the maids and servants were preparing for the wedding, and the courtyard seemed very deserted.

There is an elegant two-storey building in the courtyard, the lawn in front of the building and the garden behind the building are all from the master's handwriting, and the waterholes, rocks, and trees are scattered and original.

In keeping with the festive atmosphere of the whole city of Lille, low sobs were coming from a room on the second floor.

A middle-aged lady was sitting in front of the dressing table and crying. Although the years have carved traces on her face, it still can't hide her noble temperament. Her charm is still very moving, and she must have been a moving beauty when she was young.

The noblewoman held a portrait in her arms, sobbing and stroking the face of the person on it. The man in the painting is the dead Ophorok!

There was also a maid in the house, who also wept with her. The occasional word of persuasion from the noblewoman only made her cry even more sadly.

"Don't be sad, ma'am...... The Grand Duke is the lord of a country, maybe he can't help it......"

"Can't help it?" the lady suddenly cried out, "I don't blame him for finding a new woman, nor do I blame him for holding such a grand wedding for that little fox." But why didn't he tell me how Aoife died, why did he always refuse to say! For more than twenty years, we only had such a son, and how wonderful he was! But who can tell me why he died so silently, that he couldn't even see the body!"

The maid knew her duty very well, and she did not dare to interject in such a topic.

The noble lady calmed down a little and said, "Catherine is known as the first beauty in the royal capital, and I heard that she is not only beautiful, but also very scheming. Have you heard any other rumors about her among the people?"

The maid hesitated for a moment before she whispered: "Everyone is secretly saying that the new princess has never had feelings for anyone since she was a child, she ...... She seems to have no feelings at all, she is like a machine in everything she does, fair, rigorous, and has no human feelings to talk about. Madame, these words have come from the men of Marshal Rocherio, and I will tell you how I heard them. ”

The noble lady nodded and said coldly: "It's not that she has no feelings, but she is too rational and arrogant." In the Rhine League, except for Reinhardt, there was no one who could make her look up to her and be worthy of her feelings. Even Reinhardt, if it weren't for the miracle that he was fighting for supremacy, he wouldn't be taken seriously by her. Fili, after Catherine arrives, there will be no more place for me in the Grand Duke's Palace. Although I lost Aophe, I also lost the meaning of life, and I didn't care about anything. But after all, I am an Austro-Hungarian royal family, and I want to maintain the dignity of the Austro-Hungarian imperial family, so I will never be angry with these second-rate aristocratic women. Do you want to come back to Austria-Hungary with me?"

The maid said, "Madame, wherever you go, Fili will follow." ”

The lady nodded, wiped away her tears, and said, "Very well." Find someone to inform the Count of Berhan, who has come to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and ask him to make arrangements, and I will leave for Austria-Hungary in the evening! I don't want to stay in this place for a day! Go ahead and do it!"

Fili exited the room.

The lady meditated for a while, unfolded a few pages of letterhead, lifted the quill pen, and lines of smooth and graceful flower-style characters flowed out at the tip of the pen:

"Dear Reinhardt,

Forgive me for leaving you at this time, leaving the Duchy of Bavaria.

I think you can understand me and forgive me.

My whole world has collapsed since our dearest Aoife left me. He was so important to me, he was our whole meaning and pride!Now, when I see everything in the Grand Duke's Mansion, I think of him as if he had just left yesterday. My broken heart could no longer bear the pain, so I had to choose to leave, to end our twenty-plus years together......

Please forgive me for breaking our vows......."

A tear fell, wetting the letterhead. The lady hastily folded the letterhead and placed it in the corner of the dressing table.

She took the portrait of Opirok, stared, and said in a low voice, "My child, my mother failed to protect you, but she will not let you die so inexplicably. How can mom say that she is also a royal family of the Austro-Khalinarian Empire, child, mom will definitely find out the person who killed you......"

When the clouds of war in the south were getting thicker and thicker, Rogge in the north also began to feel the severity of the situation.

Dresden has more and more adventurers, and inns of all sizes are almost full. At night, all the taverns are bustling all night long.

Originally, Dresden had a curfew, but after the influx of adventurers, Rogge abolished it. He hoped that the adventurer's energy would be somewhat consumed from all-night drinking and fighting. But he soon found himself underestimating the allure of the elves, and the influx of adventurers was already out of control, and the number reported by the Justice Department alone was nearly a thousand.

Rogge believed that in another half a month, the number of adventurers pouring into the Duchy of Arei would exceed the number of Snow Bear Knights. At that time, perhaps with a small fuse, these lawless adventurers would turn the whole of Dresden over.

The Justice Department only counts adventurers whose identities are public, and large groups of slave hunters and thieves generally choose to sneak into the duchy or disguise themselves to enter the principality.

In the last month, merchants seem to have suddenly taken an interest in the Duchy of Arley, and almost every few days, a large caravan enters the Duchy of Arley. The true identity of these caravans could not be concealed from Rogge, they were either mercenaries or secret slave organizations.

While secretly monitoring the movements of all the large caravans, the fat man seized all the time to arm his 'dark side of the moon'. The newly arrived 40,000 poisoned arrows reassured him a lot, but the fat man still felt insufficient, so he specially transferred a batch of poison and coated the swords of all the elves in the 'Dark Side of the Moon' with poison.

As the number of adventurers increased, the few people in the Legal Affairs Department soon ran out. Finally, some adventurers couldn't hold back and started to do it.

Rogge frowned and looked at a report placed in front of him.

A few days ago, two elves disappeared in Dresden, and Rogge immediately arranged for men to track them down, and as a result, the Snow Bear Knights intercepted a large adventuring group of more than a dozen people at the border, and found two elves in disguise. A fierce battle ensued between the Snow Bear Knight and the adventurer. After paying the lives of a dozen knights, the Snow Bear Knights also killed nine adventurers and captured four alive.

Now Rogge is facing the problem of how to deal with these four adventurers.

According to the decree issued by the Grand Duke of Tikrick during his lifetime, anyone who captures elves without permission is punished as human trafficking and should be sent to the gallows. But how these people die is still very knowledgeable. The adventurers who came to Dresden were far from being strong, and the strongest were only the ninth and tenth levels. The truly strong will not come to seek this benefit.

But Rog didn't dare to take it lightly, and when the City of Oracles was exposed, high-level adventurers and hunters would appear. The attraction of a large number of sprites is fatal.

The fat man paced back and forth in the room, and finally made up his mind. He clapped his hands, and one of the guards walked in.

"Go and put up a notice, and in three days burn those four adventurers at the stake in Dresden's East Square!" he decided to give the adventurers a little color, and it would be better to make them retreat.

After the guard received the order, Rogge thought for a moment, this time he flicked a magic golden bell, and Adjani came in like a ghost.

"Adjani, tell them to get ready, in three days we will execute the adventurers who dare to capture my elves! Remember to bring a mask and poison your sword, as well as those magic arrows. Also, inform all the elves in the gallery to stay with me, and the gallery will be closed for a while. Adjani answered. Even if she accepts orders, she is just as gentle and lovely.

Rogge originally brought a dozen elven artists of the Sara tribe and opened a gallery in Dresden that dealt in paintings, statues and other crafts. The artwork of the elves immediately became the new fashion sought after by the upper nobility of the principality. The two elves who were kidnapped this time were two painters in the gallery, a man and a woman. To the anger of Rogge and the elves, both of them were brutally violated! Two of the four adventurers who were caught were women, and Rogge deliberately told the jailers to suffer a little more before they died.

Standing in front of the wide window, looking at the hustle and bustle of the city, Rogge sneered, and thought to himself: "The elf is Lao Tzu's private property! If you dare to put your claws into Lao Tzu's pocket, Lao Tzu will chop them all for you!"

Dresden, once peaceful, is now in chaos.

Adventurers are a lawless group that traverses mountains and rivers, eager for a chance to get rich overnight. There are also many adventurers who want to hone their martial arts skills or make a name for themselves. No matter what kind of adventurer you are, you don't take the law into account. Their personal combat effectiveness will be higher than that of ordinary regular knights, so adventurers full of heroic romanticism will not take regular armies seriously, unless it is the Golden Lion Knight, the world-famous knights will be respected by them.

As thousands of adventurers poured into Dresden, security immediately deteriorated, as thieves were a must for almost every adventuring group. At the same time, without the presence of mages, an adventurous group would not be powerful. There are now more than a dozen magicians in Dresden, almost more than in the last hundred years combined. It's just that most of these magicians are rookies, and basically they don't exceed level five, not to mention compared to Floya, there are only one or two who can compare to Gnawara. Fortunately, the fat man can barely cope with it.

The news that four adventurers would be burned at the stake for capturing elves quickly spread among adventurers. Anger burned in the breasts of all adventurers, who would have come to such a cold and desolate country if it were not for the elves? They don't believe that the army or the police in this small and remote country can have any fighting power.

In the early morning of the execution, four burning pillars had been erected in the square, and large bundles of firewood and grass were piled up under the burning pillars. A temporary stand was erected on one side of the square, and now Rogge and the Elven Guardian Samurai sat on the stand. The fat man also specially invited more than a dozen dignitaries of the principality and nobles from other countries of the Holy Alliance to watch the burning at the stake. It was a popular traditional entertainment among the aristocracy.

For safety, Rog guarded 100 archers and 100 swordsmen from the Dark Side of the Moon around the platform. Adventurers will attack the lone elves, but they do not dare to deal with the elven army for the time being.

However, the situation was somewhat unexpected by Rogge. Early that morning, adventurers began to flock to the square from all corners of Dresden, and when four bruised and bloodied adventurers were burned at the stake, more than a thousand adventurers had gathered in the square. In contrast, the high platform, guarded by two hundred elves, is like an island in the middle of the sea. When the nobles on the stage saw this frame, most of them were earthy, especially several big nobles from other countries. Because the dignity of their respective countries was at stake, they were embarrassed to retreat, so they asked their retinue to mobilize all the men they could muster to defend their own safety. Some people began to ask Rogge to take steps to keep them safe.

This is exactly what the fat man wants, and he has been prepared for a long time. After a while, the dull sound of hooves sounded, and five hundred snow bear riders galloped into the square, confronting the heavily armed adventurers.

The combat effectiveness of a large number of regular knights is not comparable to that of a mass of scattered adventurers. The square was also conducive to the horsemen riding on horseback, so the adventurers who were about to move were somewhat quiet.

But Rogge knew it wasn't going to be that simple.

Sure enough, just as the four executioners with torches in their hands walked in front of the stake, the sound of bowstrings sounded in the crowd, and more than ten arrows suddenly shot out, killing the executioners on the spot!

The square immediately seemed to be boiling, and the adventurers were in a hurry, and their swords were unsheathed. The Snow Bear Knights drew their sabers, and the nobles' guards unsheathed their weapons.

Just as the situation was about to erupt, a group of six adventurers stepped forward. At the head is a tall swordsman who seems to have quite a prestige among adventurers. He shouted: "You damned nobles! Do you want to slaughter your own kind for the sake of alien elves! I don't accept it! You pigs who can only eat and are lazy, do you dare to send six people out to fight us? What kind of heroes are you who dare to hide behind the army!"

Rogge took a closer look at the adventurous group. This is a standard adventure combo consisting of three warriors, a thief, a magician, and a monk. They are well-equipped and not low in rank. Fei Ge, who was the leader, already had some fighting energy on his body, and it looked like he was already about level ten.

Rogge knew that what he needed most in front of him was Liwei, otherwise it would be difficult for the adventurers to riot. Although all the troops of the 'Dark Side of the Moon' have been secretly transferred to Dresden, and he is confident that he will slaughter a thousand adventurers, his own damage will definitely not be small. When the next group of adventurers arrived, it wasn't so easy to deal with.

He slowly stood up and walked to the front of the stage.

Feige stared at Rogge, somehow, feeling very nervous.

"Your name is Feige?" Rogge's voice was cold, as if he were talking to a dead man.

"Yes, your grandfather, my name is Feige!" Feige was a little weak-hearted, he suddenly found that this fat nobleman did not seem to be simple, but in front of nearly a thousand adventurers, he had to die.

"Very well! you have insulted me, and I will wash my honor away with your blood!" said Rog coldly, and he cast another amplification spell, and a huge voice resounded throughout the square. "Okay, I'll give you a chance! Two of my men will accept the challenge of the Fig team! Only two! If you can win this competition, these four criminals will be released! If you lose, respect the laws of the Duchy of Are! Dresden welcomes all adventurers, but everyone must obey the laws of the Duchy! Those who break the law must be punished! Now, do you think the Fig team is qualified to represent you?"

The adventurers were in a state of confusion and discussion. The Fig team seemed to have some reputation among the adventurers, and after a while, the adventurers expressed their willingness to accept Rogge's terms. The fat man secretly sneered and let go of his thoughts.

Butterfly and Adjani stepped off the platform and stood still in front of the Fig group. Although they all wore full-covered helmets, hiding their beautiful and refined faces, their graceful posture and dusty demeanor could not be hidden.

"What the hell! send two wives to deal with us!" cried Feig contemptuously.

Wind Butterfly removed the huge wheel saw behind him, and such a fierce weapon immediately calmed the adventurers in the square a lot. Adjani also drew her sword. Her sword was originally a masterpiece of magical weapons, but it pales in comparison to Wind Butterfly's wheel saw.

Adjani turned around, waiting for Rogge's instructions.

Rogge sneered, thumbs down, left to right, slowly swiped.

It wasn't the first time Feig had faced death threats, but for some reason, this time he really felt the fear.

Soon he knew the answer.

The adventurers in the square exclaimed, and Adjani's body rose with a turquoise fighting aura, compared to Feige's fighting aura that was so dim that it was almost negligible. But what surprised them even more was yet to come.

The turquoise Dou Qi light rose from the Wind Butterfly's body, and the huge wheel saw began to flash with magical light. In the blink of an eye, Wind Butterfly's fighting spirit was as strong as substance, and her body seemed to be burning with turquoise flames!

"Oh my God, this is a fourteenth-level fighting spirit!" a middle-aged adventurer cried out.

Feige's heart immediately sank into an icy lake, any level fourteen warrior could have singled out their combination, not to mention that the other party also had a not weak Adjani?

Without allowing him to hesitate, the green light flashed in front of him, and the wind butterfly had already lightly passed Feige and pounced on the magician behind him. She moved like electricity, and Feige had no time to stop her. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop it, because Adjani's long sword suddenly appeared in front of him as if it was flying out of the sky!

This battle is a one-sided slaughter. Before the magician and the monk could cast a single spell, they were slashed in the throat by Wind Butterfly's wheel saw. The three warriors were entangled by Adjani, and when Wind Butterfly easily eliminated the thief and killed him from behind, even the blind could see the fate of the Feige combination.

Three more adventurers rushed out, they were all friends of Feige, and when they saw Feige and the others in a blink of an eye, they couldn't help but reach out to help.

A strange roar sounded in the air, and Rogge jumped down from the high platform and stopped in front of the three of them! He held a battle axe that was unimaginably huge, and swept towards the two warriors who rushed in front of him! The warriors raised their long swords to block, but they were easily cut off by Rogge's giant axe! The giant axe did not stop, and slashed the two of them into two pieces!

The third warrior was a little behind, and when he saw the tragic scene of flesh and blood flying in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned! Then he screamed in sorrow, his eyes were red, and he pounced on Rogge with his sword!

Rogge smiled evilly and stretched out his hand to point at him! Four small magic arrays lit up around Rogge almost at the same time, and twenty purple-black magic missiles flew out of the nest like fierce bees and flew towards the warrior, beating him into a sieve in the blink of an eye.

The slaughter ended in a flash of lightning. Rog turned his head and looked at the adventurers with a sinister smile, the blood dripping from the tip of the axe.

There was a dead silence in the square, and everyone, including the elves, was stunned. Fig also saved his life.

Rog's fingers strengthened, and the huge tomahawk danced easily for two weeks. He snorted coldly, and finally suppressed the bloodthirsty killing hope that appeared inexplicably in his heart, and while turning around and walking towards the high platform, he coldly ordered: "Ignite the fire!"

The once noisy square is now quiet. Under the blazing flames, four adventurers who had been tortured to the point of dying ended their life's journey.

All eyes were on Rogge's. His eyes were red, the tip of his tongue licked his lips gently, and he couldn't help but smile evilly, his gaze sweeping among the adventurers. The adventurers who were swept by his gaze couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and subconsciously turned their heads to avoid it.

One of Rog's left hands hidden in the audience opened and closed, and the pale black flames on his fingertips flickered, and he had to do his best to suppress his desire to kill out of nowhere. His huge spiritual power also rose and fell like a tide, and the people around him felt great invisible pressure. The nobles on the high platform had already hidden far away, and the elves did not dare to approach Rogge.

Rogge only felt as if his soul was burning, and as the killing desire became stronger and stronger, a faint magic array was already forming around him. Seeing that the magic missiles in the sky were about to fly towards the crowded crowd in the square, a coolness suddenly came from his face.

This coolness summoned Rogge back in time.

The fat man suddenly sweated profusely, as if he had collapsed. He looked back and saw Adjani's slender hands on his face, she had taken off her helmet, and her lips were turned gray and white by Rogge's murderous aura. Obviously, it was not easy for her to bear the invisible mental pressure of Rogge. Like the other elves, she trembled involuntarily.

Even Wind Butterfly didn't dare to approach the current Rogge, but Adjani used all her will to force herself to come over.

The short distance of more than ten meters is not easy to walk, and Adjani's biting lower lip is bleeding. Her eyes were full of tears, anxiety and worry.

Rogge weakly patted Adjani's little hand, and a sudden warmth suddenly appeared in his heart.

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