Grand Duke's Palace.

Wind Butterfly lay quietly in the magic array, falling into the deepest slumber. Around her body, a silver magic array was slowly moving, constantly producing a silver mist that neutralized the thick blood mist that emanated from Wind Butterfly's body.

When it comes to the first battle, Wind Butterfly, who is completely controlled by bloodthirsty and killing**, kills more than half of the druid warriors alone, and the more lives she harvests, the stronger her strength becomes, but the more difficult it will be to control herself. That's the power of the Dark Curse, and with enough time and killing, it can create a mortal Grim Reaper!

However, it is clear that the powerhouses of all races will not tolerate a killing machine that is completely out of control. Even all kinds of powerful creatures with advanced intelligence will not sit idly by and watch such a god of death who regards all life as enemies grow and grow.

Compared to the Dark Curse, the curse attached to the Soul Eater Dagger is indeed one level lower, so it is completely suppressed and dispelled by the power of the Dark Curse.

Originally, Rogge's magic power could not cast such a powerful curse, but the demons are masters of dark magic, and the dark crystal left by Elesis not only records the method of directly casting the dark curse with magic power, but also explains in detail the principle of the dark curse and the system that supports the continuous operation of the entire curse. In a sense, the powerful dark magic that Elesis left behind may not be as valuable as the principles of these magics.

With Elesis's magic, of course, he can cast a dark curse without relying on any external force, but Rogge doesn't have the strength. Fortunately, he also has some knowledge of the undead magic of the lich Elgra, and with the help of a powerful magic potion concocted by Floya, on the basis of consuming a large number of rare magic materials, he successfully reduced the difficulty of casting the dark curse to the level of seventh-order magic in the form of magic emblems.

And the price is the consumption of a large amount of magic materials. This is a perfect reproduction of the theory of the magical equivalence of gold coins proposed by Firth back then.

After each kill, the Wind Butterfly falls into a deep sleep. When she wakes up, she may be controlled by the power of the curse. At this time, Rogge will rely on the soul contract with Wind Butterfly to suppress the power of the curse with her and restore the clarity of Wind Butterfly's consciousness. However, what makes Rogge strange is that there is a new power in Wind Butterfly's body that is fighting against the Dark Curse, and it is precisely because of the existence of this power that Wind Butterfly has successfully avoided the invasion of many curse powers, otherwise, it would be difficult for Rogge's magic power alone to suppress the Dark Curse.

Rogge once asked Wind Butterfly not to kill, but she couldn't control the killing at all. Later, this requirement was changed to not killing too many people, but every time she saw the druid, Wind Butterfly would almost harvest her life like crazy, completely ignoring the possible consequences. In her words, hunting as many druids as possible was already the only point of her existence.

Looking at the wind butterfly sleeping in the blood mist, Rogge suddenly remembered the first encounter with her, and remembered the moment of amazement when the helmet was taken off.

At that time, the elves who were accompanied by the giant white tiger were still simple, kind, proud, and a little naïve. She was able to succumb to Rogge's shameless demands in order to save the lives of the two little giants, and even planned to sacrifice her life for this and die with Rogge.

A few years later, the wind butterfly who is sleeping quietly in the blood mist, although her face is still as beautiful as before, but what about her heart?

Rogge sighed quietly. If it weren't for his appearance, Wind Butterfly would still be so proud, innocent, and happy, even if the entire elven race would slowly die out in the central mountain range, so what?

Oracle?

Rogge felt more and more that the oracle, whether true or false, was just a small ripple in the river of fate. Since coming to the north, with the improvement of his status and strength, his horizons have become more and more broadened, and all kinds of strong people have begun to appear one by one. In fact, how these strong people should have lived, and how they still live. With the exception of a few directly related to him, Rogge's presence did not affect them much.

To put it simply, the reason why Rogge didn't have any strong people in his previous life was just because he was not qualified enough to enter this circle and participate in the game.

Even if he is now in power and his magic power is progressing rapidly, in the eyes of these long-established powerhouses, the fat man is still a clown-like figure. He has never overestimated his own abilities, and it would be pure nonsense to say that the future rise and fall of the elf race is pinned on him alone. If the revival of the elves had depended solely on one person, such a race would have been destroyed long ago.

Rogge suddenly felt a little excited. He was bent on fighting for power, thinking only of one day defeating the Church of Light. But if that day does come...... He suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart, unspeakably uncomfortable.

Rogge let out a long sigh. Now that he was riding a tiger, there were too many enemies to be defeated in front of him, and countless people were eyeing him in the rear. If he doesn't move forward, then his fate is to be defeated by those who come after him.

Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Rog quietly exited the room and instructed the elven guards to keep an eye on the wind butterfly, and he went to the Eye of Wisdom to monitor the progress of the Holy Child.

The area around the sacred and solemn main hall of the Eye of Wisdom has now become a large market, and it is extremely noisy.

Dozens of rows of tents have been erected in the open space next to the main hall for parents who have come from afar to live in and to provide food for these who have come from afar. As for the nobles or the wealthy, they will naturally find a decent hotel to stay in.

Thousands of baby girls were now in the hands of the Eye of Wisdom. The Holy Child is an oracle of the goddess, so the Church attaches great importance to it from the Holy Virgin Mora downwards. The dwellings on the street behind the main hall were requisitioned for the temporary housing of the baby girls. Fortunately, the Wisdom Eye Cultists have numbered in the hundreds of thousands, and there are enough people to take care of these baby girls.

Rogge, accompanied by Mora, walked through the room. More than 20 baby girls were housed in each room, and each baby girl had a nameplate around her neck with information about her parents to prevent confusion.

Tomorrow will be the time for the goddess to choose the saints herself.

Those who want to rely on their daughters to climb up and have some way to climb up, all seize this last day to desperately drill the camp, trying to make their daughters have more chances to be chosen by the goddess through some channels. It is said that more than a hundred gold coins have been fired in the front row closest to the altar flame during the ceremony, although the proximity to the altar does not necessarily mean that the goddess will pay more attention.

Rogge knows all these things. But not only did he not mind, but even secretly supported the underground activities at the auction ceremony, and made a little fortune from it. A philosopher once said that if you live in an attic near the water, you will be the first to see the moon in the water. In the world, most people are of the same mind, and when the gold is spent, they feel that they have done their best. As for whether this is really useful, few people are willing to think deeply.

After walking through a dozen rooms, looking at the corridor that still seemed to have no end, Rogge finally became a little impatient, and couldn't help asking, "How many baby girls are there?"

Mora thought for a moment and said gently, "There are three thousand and eighty-six in total. However, tomorrow is the time for the ceremony, and there will be baby girls being sent one after another. ”

Rogge nodded and said with satisfaction: "It's already quite a lot." You take care of them, I'll go back first. As he spoke, Rogge walked out of the room.

Mora said in a gentle but emotionless voice, "The Holy Babies of the Goddess will be cared for in the best...... Ahh

Suddenly, without warning, a shiny, delicate brown boot appeared outside the door, and it crossed Rog's path.

The fat man was caught off guard, stumbled on the boot, and fell headlong.

In the face of sudden changes, Rogge is still in danger. He let out a low snort, and a faint silver light appeared around him, and he actually maintained a forward posture and condensed in mid-air! Then the fat man's body suddenly shifted a meter very strangely, and at the same time, a black ball of flame flew towards the sneak attacker with a roar!

The brown boots suddenly retracted, and then stepped down from the air, just in time for the Demon Realm Flame Ball, stepping on the fat man's buttocks, and stomping Rogge to the ground as if he had known that he was going to pan in the air.

Mora exclaimed, and with a wave of her right hand, the silver light on Rogge's body was a little stronger. Her hands danced gracefully, and she chanted a spell in her mouth, looking ready to unleash an attack spell.

Mora's spells were pronounced quickly and rapidly, and great power poured out of her, far faster than ordinary mages in terms of casting speed alone. It seems that this is also one of her abilities as a magician.

But the sneak attacker stepped on Rogge with one foot and grabbed it with the other hand, and with a strong force Mora flew over on his own. Mora, who had been chanting most of the incantation, suddenly lost her voice, and it turned out that her small mouth had been firmly sealed by the mouth of the sneak attacker.

Mora struggled desperately, but the attacker's hands and tongue were so powerful that she couldn't resist them. Mora was ashamed and panicked, and for a moment she only noticed the attacker's eyes, like a bottomless pool...... Mora was so anxious that she forgot all about her magic skills, and she only bit down on the tongue that did nothing evil. However, her silver teeth were so bad that she couldn't help that unscrupulous tongue!

At this moment, Rogge's voice came crying and laughing: "Annie, stop messing around! Mora is not something you can bully casually. ”

The attacker was none other than Androni, who had been missing for a long time, and she let go of Mora with a smile.

Mora's face was flushed, ashamed and angry. Just now she grabbed Androni's chest as she struggled, and when she looked closely, she found her daughter. She had never encountered such a strange thing, and her mind was in a mess for a while, and she didn't know what to do at all.

As soon as Androni's boots loosened, Rogge stood in front of her.

Rog looked Androni up and down, not missing an inch, especially her breasts and legs. Androni looked more and more uncomfortable with him, and only felt that the place swept by Rog's gaze was hot and unspeakably uncomfortable. Under the fat man's substantial gaze, Androni suddenly felt as if she had no clothes at all.

In the blink of an eye, she was just as ashamed and angry as Mora. With a wave of her hand, Androni covered Rogge's eyes with her slender hand and shouted, "Dead fatty! Dare to look around! Believe it or not, I'll beat you up badly!"

Before her vicious threatening words fell, her face turned white, and her slender hand was retracted as if it had been bitten by a poisonous snake. Not only that, but her whole person subconsciously slid back a few meters in an instant.

The fat man smiled triumphantly, reached out and wiped it on his lips, sniffed it under his nose, and said, "Your hands are still so fragrant!"

Androni's face was so angry that she suddenly rushed towards Rogge.

With a bang, her body slammed! It turned out that Rogge had laid a transparent magical barrier between the two of them at some point. The blue light on Androni's body flashed away, and Rogge's magic barrier was easily broken by her, and a slender hand immediately clasped Rog's throat like lightning.

This time, Rogge did not resist at all, and allowed Androni to choke his throat. To be honest, Androni's hands were cold and greasy, and if it weren't for the strength of her hands, it would have been a real pleasure to be held by her.

"Annie, it looks like you've entered the Sanctuary! How can you be angry when you are provoked?"

Mora on the side was taken aback. She never thought that this stunning woman who was more and more charming and eccentric would be already a powerhouse in the Holy Realm, and she was still so young! What surprised her even more was that Rogge, who always made people feel that she had no ability, could still teach Androni a serious lesson, and Androni was actually listening seriously!

On this day, Mora suddenly felt that the world was in chaos, and she involuntarily began to secretly pray to the goddess. Halfway through the prayer, Androni suddenly glanced at her. The ambiguous look in his eyes that seemed to be smiling made Mora's heart panic, and she immediately forgot the second half of the prayer.

Androni's gaze fell on Rogge's face again. The fat man's wicked smile made her grit her teeth with hatred. Her hand tightened, and it completely choked Rogge's throat. But the fat man looked unconcerned and stopped breathing completely. In terms of his physique, even if he doesn't breathe for most of the day, he will be fine.

Androni suddenly took out a piece of paper from her arms, looked at Rogge with a smile, and said, "Can you explain, what is the matter with this wanted poster?"

Androni, who was painted in men's clothing, was lifelike, not only resembling her shape, but also portraying her proud and charming demeanor. At a glance, it is clear that this portrait is not only from the handwriting of a famous artist, but also must have been pointed out by someone who is very familiar with her. She had a long sword emitting a very exaggerated blue light hanging from her waist, and she was alluding to her blue starry sky without asking.

The crime on the wanted warrant is ridiculous, saying that Androni robbed the purchasing staff of the Grand Duke's Mansion, robbed some of the purchase money, and injured several servants who did not know martial arts. Regardless of these obscene charges, the general order convicted Androny of insulting Prince Rog's reputation, so the reward for capturing him alive turned out to be 30,000 gold coins.

Rogge smiled: "You have disappeared for so long, and there is no news, so I thought of such a solution." Didn't I find you, haha!"

Androni snorted, her left hand loosened, and a snow-white slender hand spread out in front of Rogge: "You want me to stay......? Bring me 30,000 gold coins! Not a single gold coin can be missing! Dead fat man, don't you want to play any tricks with me this time! Honestly take the money!"

This time, it was Rogge's turn to change.

A moment later, Androni was already sitting in the high-backed chair belonging to Rogge in the Grand Duke's mansion, her long legs resting unceremoniously on the golden desk.

She flipped through the documents on Rogge's desk with her right hand, and her snow-white left hand spread out in front of Rogge, and the meaning was very clear: take the money.

Rogge stood aside and said in a low voice, "Miss, what do you want so much money for, what do you want, just say no to me?" he said, staring at Androni's legs, that lustful heart, and uncontrollably beating.

Androni shook the document in her hand and said, "Of course the money is useful! Food, housing, and play, which one doesn't cost money? What piece of equipment that can make me look at it is not worth tens of thousands of gold coins? You see, this document is very clearly written, the equipment of a hundred-man cavalry unit will cost you 10,000 gold coins, hmph, these 100 cavalry is not enough for me to kill in a day." Instead of spending your money on them, you might as well give it to me!"

Rogge laughed dryly twice and said, "Annie, in fact, with your ability, you want to get some money...... Isn't that easy?"

What he meant was naturally that with Androni's strength, she could make a fortune whether she was stealing or robbing.

Androni glanced at Rogge strangely and said, "Dead fatty, I really didn't expect you to be so stingy! You are now the lord of a country, and you can't even give up 30,000 gold coins." Since you are so embarrassed, then I will go back to the south, whether I open my mouth to my father or my brother, tens of thousands of gold coins will always be obtained. But that's fine, I finally know, in your heart, I'm not even as good as tens of thousands of gold coins. ”

With that, she got up and wanted to leave.

Rogge stopped Androni, who was about to leave, and said with a wry smile: "Annie, it's not that I can't bear these gold coins, but I don't have any money at all." Too much happened some time ago, and the treasury of the principality has long been empty. Thirty thousand gold coins is nothing in your eyes, but it's enough money to keep the entire Dresden institution running for three months! But...... I'm not afraid of your jokes, there really isn't any money for you to squander right now. ”

Androni's clear eyes looked at Rogge fixedly, and said, "Rogge, if I go to any country for a year now, not to mention other things, that monarch will come out with at least one or two hundred thousand gold coins a year." So I don't take much money from you, in fact, you're right, money is nothing to me anymore. But why should I work for you for no reason? There are many and strong enemies of yours now, whether it is the Silver Dragon Clan or the Cloud Night City, or the Church of Light that you are bent on dealing with, which one is not a gathering of strong people? Even if I already have the power of the Holy Domain, I still don't dare to say that I can definitely protect myself. What can you give me so much for you?"

Rogge was stunned.

He really couldn't say what reason he could have for Androni to die for him. All along, Andronikole has done a lot for him, and even if Androni can ignore Rogge's intrigues to get her body, he hasn't given Androni anything. There is no money or equipment, and if it is about feelings, there seems to be no relationship between them.

Androni added: "Rogge, you don't fancy me as a person, but this sword in my hand. Or maybe you think I'm okay and have some interest in me. But to put it bluntly, what you want to use most is the power of the Sanctuary that I have. What would you do to me if one day I lost the power of the Sanctuary, or if you had someone more powerful around you? Would you still value me as much as you do now? No kidding. Since we're just using each other, of course I'm going to have to pay a price. This is just to remind you, don't think that you are the only one in the world who is smart and can always take advantage of others for nothing!"

Rogge was silent for a moment, then suddenly closed the door, and then unfastened his robe.

"What do you want to do?" Androni's face changed, then returned to normal, and snorted coldly, "If you want to take advantage, you might as well try it." If I let you touch a few ribs before I break you, I, Andronie, will be at your disposal from now on!"

Rog ignored her fierce gaze and kept taking off all his upper clothes. He picked up an inconspicuous piece of fine-scale armor that he was wearing close to his body and handed it to Androni: "What do you think of this breastplate, in exchange for you to help me for three years?"

Androni took the cuirass and looked left and right, except that it seemed to have been buried in the ground for hundreds of years, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Is this a good thing, worthy of your personal wear? Well, you can't have already guessed that I'm going to be paid, so you put on a cuirass to trick me!"

Rogge smiled and didn't answer.

Androni snorted, and a small cloud of blue light condensed from the tip of her right index finger, pointing towards the breastplate. The power of her fingers is comparable to a high-grade magic sword.

But the cuirass made a muffled thud, and it was unscathed. Androni's fingers were enough to pierce through the steel armor of her whole body, and she didn't even scrape off a single trace of dust that seemed to be attached to the fine scales!

Androni was taken aback, this time her entire right hand wrapped in blue light and slashed at the breastplate.

Of course, it was still in vain.

Androni then took a closer look at the breastplate. The cuirass was still made up of tiny gray scales that looked like they were covered in dust, and no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't see why it had such terrifying defense. Although it seems that the cuirass does not have the ability to defend against magic, its defense alone is enough to rank among the artifacts.

"This is what you saved your life, right?

Rogge smiled indifferently and said, "It's already for you, will I ever come back?" ”

"You're a magician, albeit a bit of an offbeat. This cuirass is important to you, isn't it?"

Rogge said, "I'm not as fragile as any magician. What's more, it's not so easy for others to kill me, and you know that my body is special. However, you have always fought in close combat, and this cuirass will be more effective when worn on you. Aside from artifacts, I don't think there's any magic weapon that can break through this breastplate. ”

Androni suddenly smiled and said, "Dead fat man, you pretend to be generous, you want to impress me and make me moved by it! Then push the cuirass back to you? Hmph, since you take care of me so much, of course I can't accept your kindness, I will accept this breastplate!"

The fat man smiled, not impressed.

Androni added: "But this armor alone is not enough! Think about it, the price of your mission to ask the Reaper class to protect you is to slay the dragon spear, and you want to tie me up for three years with a breastplate? ”

Rogge opened his mouth and said, "But the dragon slaying spear is not mine." Bring in the Grim Reaper class, that's Elder Hughes's business. What more do you want? I don't have any more artifacts in my hands. ”

"Well, you can do me a little favor. Androni said ambiguously: "I like Mora very much, how about you help me get her started?"

Rogge hurriedly looked around and whispered, "Absolutely not! She is the Holy Maiden of the Eye of Wisdom! I have seen the arrival of Audrech with my own eyes, and you must know that if you anger a god, it is not a small matter!"

Androni's eyes lit up, she leaned closer to Rog, and lowered her voice, "I heard...... Audrech chose the Holy Child for the real purpose of descending into this world?"

Rogge wasn't surprised that she was able to know such a secret message. Any Sanctuary powerhouse who is willing to put down his shelves will be a very difficult eavesdropper and voyeur to watch out for.

Rogge nodded.

Androni's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she bit her lower lip lightly, and for a moment she was charming: "If Audreych had fallen on a baby girl, she must have been very weak at first. Dead fat, if ...... If you can help me get Odrech started, let alone help you for three years, it doesn't hurt to be sent by you for the rest of your life!"

Rogge was taken aback, deep down he still had an instinctive fear of Odrech.

"You're trying to fight a god's idea? Are you crazy? Annie, you're just entering the Sanctuary, and your strength can't compare to the power of Audrech!

Androni glared at Rogge dissatisfied, and whispered: "No matter how powerful she is, she will definitely be limited by the baby's body when she just comes, and she won't be able to exert much strength." I just want to seize this opportunity to get close to her, and you don't have to pay anything, what are you afraid of doing like that? You just need to help me observe what her strength will be after she comes, and we will discuss the rest at that time. ”

At this time, her voice was extremely low, and her small mouth was almost close to Rogge's ear: "...... If this is done, I will do whatever you want me to do in the future......"

Rogge was thrilled, but on the other hand, he was afraid of Odrech's aftermath and did not dare to mess around. He settled down and began to carefully consider the pros and cons.

Androni threw down the stunned Rogge and walked away. There was an irrepressible smile on the corner of her mouth, just thinking: "Death Fengyue, I see how you can escape this time......"

The world of the dead.

Wella suddenly moved, stopped Fengyue, who was about to cross into the air, and said, "Fengyue, where do you want to go?"

"Get out of the way!" Fengyue said coldly.

Wei Na chuckled, "Do you want to teach that coordinate who dares to be disrespectful to you? But I think she's very interesting! Fengyue, you're really good at picking coordinates, each one is so different." Of course, this one is even more special. How many times have you escaped?"

Feng Yue's hand suddenly waved, and the bone dragon who was listening intently howled, and was thrown into the sky far away by an invisible force.

There seemed to be an invisible wind blowing around Fengyue's body, and her black hair and gray robe fluttered: "Wella, get out of the way!"

Wella ignored Fengyue's threat, and just smiled: "All in all, I won't let you hurt this coordinate." As for how many times you've escaped, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say, I'll find out if I look through the memories in the origin of the gods. Hey, Fengyue, are you improving your strength? Are you angry, or are you ashamed?"

Fengyue raised her right hand and punched Wella!

In the crisp laughter of Wella, an earth-shattering battle unfolded again.

Gregory took advantage of the terrain to hide and approach the center of a terrible storm in the distance.

It couldn't hear anything from this distance, so it had to get closer. Intuition has told it that there is a good chance that something will be heard this time. The bone dragon knew that there was a famous saying in that world that curiosity would kill a cat. Gregory didn't understand why a very weak-looking cat was so admired, but he knew that curiosity would kill a bone dragon.

At this moment, Floya was holding her hand to her cheek, staring out the window blankly, not knowing what she was thinking, not even when Androni came behind her.

It wasn't until the dusty breastplate was thrown in front of her that she jumped up in fright. Looking back, I couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice: "Annie, how could it be you?"

Androni smiled and said, "Why can't it be me?" I just got you a good thing, and you will wear this cuirass on your body no matter what you do in the future. It's an artifact that can save your life!"

Floya's eyes fluttered, and she landed on the inconspicuous breastplate, and whispered, "Annie, you know that these armors affect the power and success rate of magic. Though...... I believe it's a good thing, but it's not for me, I'm a magician after all. ”

Androni sat down, her long legs resting on Floya's table again. She stared at Floya with bad intentions, and said, "I've looked at this breastplate carefully, it should be made of the scales of some kind of creature. Strangely, I couldn't tell what kind of creature scales it was made of, and how it was made. But in any case, its effect on your magic will be much smaller than that of ordinary chain mail, but the defense of this breastplate can't even penetrate my starry sky!

Floya glanced at the breastplate again, shook her head, and said, "Annie, the only thing I'm good at is magic, if the power of magic is weakened again, then ...... I'm really useless. Besides, you also know my body, in fact, it makes no difference whether you wear it or not. Isn't it the same for a few more years or a few years?"

Androni stood up, grabbed Floya, and without saying a word, stripped her to the smallest of her underwear, and then put the breastplate over her, and then stopped.

Androni looked at Floya, who turned her back and dressed silently, and said with a little anger: "Floya, don't be stupid! None of those men who know how to fight for power are good! When will they treat us sincerely? In their eyes, all we can use is martial arts, magic, and beauty. So it's not worth putting your own safety aside for the sake of their pleasure! You taught me all this before, how did you become so stupid now? I tell you, even if it's only for one more year, that's good!"

Floya's body shook slightly.

"What's wrong, Floya?"

"It's nothing, I'm fine!" Floya turned her head with a smile, her green eyes returning to their former sparkle.

It's just that......

(To be continued)