With the expansion of the City of Oracles, the House of Elders is noticeably more magnificent than before. The main building has been increased from the second to the third floor, and the courtyard has been expanded considerably, with a large courtyard decorated with towering trees and many lifelike statues. The meeting room, where Rogge often met with the elders, was also doubled in size, displaying many works of art from before the millennium.

But now the atmosphere in the house is out of step with the elegance of the environment.

"What's going on?!Who did the rose branches on the big meadow in front of the door and on the outer wall?Where is the wall on this half of the lake?Ah, by the way, what is the mist on the canopy of the Elven Ancient Tree?Is it a newly researched large-scale war magic?

But how can I not feel a little fluctuation of magic?" Rogge slammed the table, almost growling!

Elven elders, you look at me, I look at you, and they didn't speak. The atmosphere became very awkward for a while.

"What's the matter? Why don't you stop talking? Didn't I send a letter back when I left, telling you to strengthen the city defenses at all costs? Where the city defenses are strengthened, why can't I see it? Also, how is that large illusion magic studied? Is there any result?" Rogge asked again.

This time, there was still no answer. Rogge's anger calmed down a bit, and he found that the elders were not afraid, but helpless. Rogge realizes that something is wrong. He left his seat and began to pacing around the room irritably, waiting for an answer from the elders.

Theseus stood up and said slowly, "Your Excellency, the situation is completely different now than when you left. The temple began to take over the powers that had belonged to the Presbyterian Church. You know, in the Elven tradition, the Elven Temple that serves Hiloh is supreme. Some of your previous orders are really not in line with the elves' celestial surnames and traditions, such as slaughtering villages and forbidding elves to design their own armor and equipment. Soon after you left, the Priest Zhaoye summoned all the elves, announced the restriction of the power of the Council of Elders, and lifted the ban on elves designing their own equipment. Now, the City of Oracles has fully restored the traditional culture of the elves. ”

Rogge calmed down, he walked to the window, looked at the magnificent Elven Temple opposite, and looked at the elven men and women frolicking on the lawn.

"So what are the Elders doing? Aren't you objecting? Is it true that the Council of Elders doesn't have anything to do with the Temple?"

Xius smiled bitterly and said, "The status of the temple has always been above the Council of Elders. ”

Several elders in the council hall glanced at each other, and they all went out silently. Only Hughes remained, standing next to Rogge, looking out the window together.

"Theseus, the elves seem happy?"

"Divine Messenger, it is true. I have to say that these decisions of the Temple are very popular. Some of the elders have even switched to supporting the temple. You see, natural, warm, sunny, carefree, that's what a real elf is. ”

Rogge sneered and said, "The previous ones are all right, but carefree is definitely not related to the current Oracle City! Adventurers have begun to appear in Dresden, I think, Elder Theseus, you must understand what the purpose of these adventurers is here." These adventurers are like locusts, and they will only grow more and more! If it weren't for the fact that I had already seized the military power of the Duchy of Are, and used a trick to induce the Grand Duke of Tikrick to issue a decree allowing the elves to stay legally before his death, would you think that the adventurers would have come just some adventurers? At that time, it would have been the allied forces of more than a dozen countries of the Holy Alliance that appeared in front of the Oracle City! Zhao Ye had made the Oracle City so conspicuous, I was afraid that the adventurers would not know where the elves' base camp was! These big-chested priests don't take the human army seriously, what about you, Elder Theseus, how many human armies do you think our more than 10,000 elves can withstand?"

Theseus smiled and said, "Your Excellency, I am amazed by what you have accomplished in the Principality of Are. I never imagined that you would be able to achieve such a status in the Duchy in such a short period of time. You are indeed the best person to lead the elves. However, the habits of the elves for thousands of years are not easy to change, and there is no one who can see as long as you can. Although the Council of Elders has little power now, I still have some bit of influence. Your 'Dark Side of the Moon' is still on your orders alone. Also, while the Temple has taken over the weapons and armor workshop, the Darkmoon has its own craftsmen. I will have these craftsmen return to the Duchy of Arei with you, so that there will be no more such thing as a thousand six hundred poisoned arrows. That's all I can do. ”

Rogge sighed and said, "Elder Xius, it's really not easy for this divine envoy to be!"

Xiusi smiled slightly, and said, "It's not easy for the Dark Moon Clan to train guardian warriors! The younger generation of elven women have grown up to protect warriors, but there are only six, and they have all been handed over to you." ”

Rogge smiled and scolded the old fox for being really good at bargaining.

Speaking of the Guardian Samurai, Rogge suddenly remembered someone, so he asked, "How is Rumsfeld's mission, has he returned?"

Xius's sharp gaze pierced into Rogge's heart: "He's back." During this time, he was under a lot of pressure and needed to confide in the priests to keep his mind intact. Divine Messenger, this child is very talented and will be very useful to you. ”

Rogge stared back, not backing down at all: "Elder Xius, what I promise you is to bring a new future to the elven race. I can only do my best to ensure that this goal is achieved, and I can't take care of other things so much! Not to mention, you also know the stubbornness of elves and their attachment to feelings. In the face of feelings, it is not strange for an elf to do anything. I'm not an adventurous person, and I don't like to risk the future of the elves or my own safety. ”

Theseus shook his head, sighed, and stopped insisting.

After looking at the Elven Temple, Rogge suddenly said coldly: "We must solve this matter of the temple, otherwise we will pay a great price." ”

Theseus shuddered, "Lord Divine Envoy, the relationship between us and the temple is not tense to this point, is it? ”

Rogge nodded and said, "If you can let Zhao Ye keep his duty and not interfere with us, of course this is the best." But I really doubt that. However, since you said so, I'll wait a little longer. But Elder Theseus, our time is running out, and when it's really critical, can you make up your mind to help me?"

Xiusi gritted his teeth, and finally said, "If it really comes to a critical juncture, the Darkmoon Clan and I will definitely be on your side!"

"That's good. Rogge finally let go of his worries.

It's night.

A faint magical light illuminated the Oracle City, and from a distance, the entire city glowed, like a fairyland on earth.

Rogge was extremely distressed by the magic used for lighting, but he had to admit that this city was really the only beautiful city he had ever seen in his life. Even the green sea is a few points inferior.

The fat man walked around the city for a while, and then returned to the temple of the gods. Rumsfeld was already waiting for him in his room.

After arranging himself in a wide chair, Rogge asked, "Rumsfeld, do you look much better! How have you accomplished your task?"

Rumsfeld gave a brief and concise description of the fulfillment of the task. The fat man who has a heart to pick thorns also has to admire his seriousness and dedication. These tasks, which are similar to short-term exiles, such as searching the terrain and detecting minerals, have also been completed conscientiously and meticulously.

On the large desk in front of Rog was a magic map. Rog recited a spell, and several rays of light flashed on the magic map, and mountains began to grow, trees began to appear, and water flashed in the small lake. The City of the Oracle is only an inch in the size of an inch on the map, but it can also distinguish three ancient elven trees. The terrain of the two hundred kilometers around the City of Oracles is revealed little by little. This magic map is a treasure that has been passed down by the Darkmoon Clan for many years, and Rogge knows its preciousness, so he makes an excuse and honestly and unceremoniously takes possession of it.

Rogge carefully adjusted the magic map. The three-dimensional landscape shown on the map slowly shrank, and large blank spaces began to appear around the City of Oracles. Rumsfeld handed a green crystal to Rogge. Rog gently stroked the green crystal, bringing out the magic contained in it little by little.

To the northeast of the City of Oracles, a large mountainous area slowly emerged. The terrain is shown very clearly, with hardly any dead ends. On this newly added terrain, a dozen magic markers flashed with a faint light. There are ore markings that represent various minerals, red markings that represent dangerous areas, and sword markings that represent military significance. What intrigued Rogge was a small cuprite in the area. According to Feiss, the extremely scarce mineral of Yanjing iron is only possible in cuprite. Crystal iron is an important ingredient for making the best flame attack magic weapons, and when it is used to make armor, it can have a high fire damage defense genus.

The fat man had to admit that Rumsfeld was a talent, and he was a little unbearable for a while. Is it worth ruining such a talent for the sake of Wind Butterfly?

Rogge looked up at Rumsfeld. Rumsfeld looked at him calmly, neither arrogant nor humble. What Rog saw in the eyes of the elves was exhaustion, melancholy, and a little hopelessness. He smiled and was about to say something, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The fat man looked at the elf more closely, and finally understood how this feeling came about.

It's firm.

Rumsfeld was tired and depressed, and even had some despair about his current situation, but he never wavered. Rogge didn't know what the elves' unwavering faith was, but whether it was love, kindness, or devotion to the elves, it meant Rog's failure. All the troubles and torments that Rogge had done to this elf had not been destroyed, or even shaken, his will.

Rogge began to re-evaluate Rumsfeld. There is no doubt that he is a genius among the elves. He is outstanding in martial arts, determined, unchaotic in the face of danger, and in an orderly manner. But in Rogge's mind, the definition of talent is only for those who can be used to him. Because of the existence of the wind butterfly, it is impossible for Rumsfeld to be loyal to him.

The more talented people are, the more dangerous they are. The thought flashed through Rogge's mind.

"Rumsfeld, you have done a good job in these tasks! You have worked very hard during this time, so take a good rest! I will give you a new task in ten days. ”

Rumsfeld was stunned, almost disbelieving his ears. He knew more or less about the Divine Envoy's intentions against the Wind Butterfly. He also knew why he was only asked to do these almost difficult tasks. It was only out of consideration for the Elven race, and the Templar Guardian's duty to obey orders, that he was able to fulfill every order of Rogge to the letter. However, he never told anyone about the hardships involved.

By the time he first slaughtered the orc village, he had more blood on his hands than he had ever done in the past. After that, he couldn't sleep for several nights, and as soon as he closed his eyes, countless pairs of crystal clear orc children's eyes would appear in front of him, and their faint screams before death would ring in his ears. Then he would get up, vomit uncontrollably, and sit quietly until dawn, waiting for the next task of slaughtering the village that might come at any moment.

How many nights like this have been? He can't remember anymore....

Rogge's kind voice pulled him back to reality: "I heard that you often go to the temple during this time?

Rumsfeld was shocked that the contradiction between the divine envoy and the temple sacrifice was now close to being made public. He pondered his words carefully: "Your Excellency, the tasks you have given me are all tasks that I have never done or even thought of. So I was under a lot of pressure, and I even doubted that I would be able to complete the task you had given me. With the liberation and blessing of the sacrificers, I regained my confidence and completed the tasks you explained later. ”

"Very good!" Rogge smiled and patted Rumsfeld on the shoulder, "You know, I have a lot of opinions about Zhao Ye's scratching goods. But this time she did a good thing! I also know that you are under a lot of pressure, but if the elves want to survive, they can't live between the blue sea and the blue sky. Only when we walk in the darkness can the other spirits live in the sun. It will be possible for our children to grow up carefree in the future, without fear of war and killing. Do you understand?"

Rumsfeld's heart was in turmoil. The changes that Rog brought to the elves after his arrival were obvious. He still couldn't understand many of the methods of the Divine Envoy, but he knew best the horror of the 'Dark Side of the Moon''s combat power. Although he was a genius in martial arts and military affairs of the Darkmoon Tribe, who specialized in the art of war, he never imagined that in just a few months, Rog would be able to bring out such a terrifying force. Perhaps the gods are right, and only if some elves voluntarily walk in the darkness, other elves will have a secure future.

"My lord, I ......" Rumsfeld didn't know what to say.

"Okay, don't say anything, I understand. Rest time is precious, so you can relax!" The fat man's smile has always warmed people's hearts.

Rumsfeld saluted and turned to go out, when Rogge stopped him again: "By the way, when you go to the temple in the future, it is best to go back at night, so as not to let other elves see it." It's not good for you, as a Templar Guardian, to let the other elves know that you have weaknesses in your heart!"

Rumsfeld admired the thoughtfulness of the divine envoy so much that he agreed, and then left.

Watching Rumsfeld gently close the door, Rogge smiled coldly.

"It doesn't matter if you're a Templar Guardian or a Priest, you can't go against me without paying a price. Hmph, I'm afraid that you can't afford to pay this price......"

The next day, Rog went to the temple alone, and he was going to talk to the three priests about the future of the elves in person.

In the prayer room in the deepest part of the temple, the oracle and the three priests engage in a difficult and eerie negotiation. The elven priests led by Zhao Ye made Rogge completely see the arrogance and stubbornness of the elves, and the fat man who was very deep in the city was so angry that he turned the table. Thoroughly enraged, Rogge also showed the priests what it meant to be brutal, brutal, and rude. The fat man began to threaten and blackmail nakedly, bargaining wherever he could, and there would be a cordial greeting to the sensitive parts of Zhao Ye's body in three sentences.

The elven priests had never seen such a frame, they were so angry that their whole bodies trembled, especially Zhao Ye, who almost fainted. She even wondered if Rog's true identity could be an orc oracle, who knows why an naturally noble elven envoy could be such a lewd and vulgar person?

Although the priests were supported by most of the elves, they were not willing to break with Rog completely. Zhao Ye did not doubt the true surname of Rogge's divine envoy's identity, in fact, she personally sensed Shiloh's purest divine power in Rogge, and she also announced that she recognized Rogge's identity. Rogge also has a trump card in his hand, and that is the power of miracles in him. If the temple and Rog broke up, Rogge only had to show miracles again, and how many elves would follow the priests at that time was a big question.

Rogge saw the Achilles' heel of the sacrifices and became more and more presumptuous. He stood up, stepped into his chair, and argued loudly with the three elven priests. The fat man threatened that if the temple dared to oppose him completely, he would split the elves, and then bring in the Terran army of the Holy Alliance, and then return to the city of oracles. At that time, even if the sacrifices could escape with the elves, the elven ancient tree would not be able to escape. In this cold northern mountainous area, without the magic of the elven ancient tree, the elves would not have lived long.

The priests were stunned by Rogge's scoundrel face.

Seeing that he had the upper hand, the fat man was even more proud, and even declared that if the elven race was to perish from now on, then you three sacrifices would be the most direct sinners!

The sacrificers were shocked and angry. Obviously, it was Rogge who said that he wanted to bring back the human army and destroy the elves, how could they become sinners? But the toughest Zhao Ye was shrinking in the corner of the house at the moment. She was so angry that she rushed up to argue with Rogge, but she was touched on the chest by this scoundrel! The other two priests were also touched on the face and pinched on the buttocks. The sacrificials were already physically weak, who was a rogue opponent with a monster physique like Rogge? Now the three elven priests could only huddle together, hiding from Rogge's silver power in the corner of the house.

Most of the elves have a noble spirit of sacrifice. The fat man is discovering more and more that as long as he trades with the lives and futures of the entire elven clan, he is almost invincible. But he also didn't want to rush these sacrifices, and everything should be done in moderation. In the end, the fat man only proposed that the temple should not interfere with the command of the 'dark side of the moon', and that the weapons, equipment workshop, and alchemy laboratory must also be handed over to him.

The chaotic priests didn't expect the fat man's request to be so simple, and they hurriedly agreed, so as not to make another inch of Rogge's decision.

As soon as the priests nodded, Rogge immediately regained his polite appearance. Zhao Ye's eyes flickered, Rogge had already sat back in the chair with a holy face, and the overturned table had returned to its original state. At this moment, if an elf came in, the sacrificers huddled in the corner of the house seemed to have lost their manners.

After seeing Rogge's scoundrel, Zhao Ye once again realized the genius of the fat man in disguise. She knew in her heart that this was Rogge demonstrating to her, and the ugly scene just now, she just said it, and Rogge would not admit it. Moreover, the holy sacrifices were touched by the oracle, and the spread of this news would be an extremely heavy blow to the faith of the elves.

Zhao Ye's heart is getting colder and colder, is there really no way to deal with this scoundrel? "Maybe assassination is the best way......" The thought flashed in her heart.

Zhao Ye was taken aback, and hurriedly confessed to Xiluo: "Ah! Why do I have such sinful thoughts? Lord Xiluo, please forgive me for the uncleanness of my faith....... God!"

But she knew that even if she wanted to assassinate Rogge, a great magician with the divine power of the main god, where would it be easy to get it? Not to mention that the Darkmoon tribe, which was the most proficient in assassination, was in the hands of Rogge, so who could she find to assassinate Rogge?

Rogge stepped out of the prayer room with a spring breeze on his face. This prayer room is sacred, and except for sacrifices, only the gods make Rog eligible to enter. No other sprite connection will be allowed.

Because of this, no spirit knows about the ugly scene in the prayer room.

Rog walked briskly towards the home of Theseus. He couldn't help but reminisce about the wonderful scene just now. Zhao Ye's chest is big and extremely bullet, if he hadn't grabbed it, he wouldn't have known that it would be so exciting. Zhao Ye's overly shocked and stunned expression at that time also made every bone of the fat man a little lighter. After the fat man rubbed a few handfuls heavily, Zhao Ye screamed and dodged away.

"Damn, you're going to have to use hooligan tactics to deal with these wits!" Rogge thought viciously. He laughed a few times, didn't knock on the door, and pushed the door directly into Elder Hugh's house.

"Divine Envoy, it seems that you have a great deal to gain in your negotiations with the Temple!" said Theseus, smiling.

Rogge knew that the old fox had always been well-informed. He nodded and said, "It's just a little rewarding." The workshop and the alchemy lab are coming back, and I can go back to the principality. You arrange for the production of 50,000 poison arrows as soon as possible. Also, this poison is not ruthless enough! the quantity produced is too small, you keep an eye on the magician in the alchemy room, let him improve as soon as possible, don't let him be lazy!"

Hughes said, "It's easy to do. Divine Envoy, I have been thinking about the current situation for a while, and I feel that it is still full of dangers! In my opinion, the key at the moment is that you can fully control the power of the Principality of Arei as soon as possible. The sooner your marriage with Adele takes place, the better. You know, elves are of great value in the eyes of the Terrans. The more value there is, the greater the temptation. Although Carlos was brought to power by you, in the history of the Terrans, the mentality of those in power on and off the stage is completely different. IMHO, now you may already be the object of the defense of Grand Duke Carlos. After you marry Adele, you can settle his heart. In case Carlos wants to deal with you, we can arrange an accident at that time. A female archduke who is your wife is much more controllable than a male archduke who is your wife's brother. ”

Rogge thought for a moment and said slowly, "Makes sense." Marriage and blood ties are the most effective ways to consolidate power. I'll have a wedding when I get back!, though, whether Adele is easy to control, not necessarily. This woman is cold and ruthless, and sometimes I am a little scared. ”

Xiusi smiled: "If the Grand Duke is your wife, then replace it with your son." In keeping with the importance of bloodlines, you and Adele's children have the blood of the Tikrik family in their veins and can legally inherit the principality. And this child, in fact, as long as he has Tikrick blood in name, is fine. ”

Rogge said gloomily, "This makes a lot of sense. You know, I don't want Tiklik's bloodline to be around in a few years. Well, it's better for this kid to have elven blood. ”

Xiu Si nodded and smiled, "Actually, Wind Butterfly, this kid is very good. I believe that the crystallization of her and your lordship will definitely be a hero in the future. ”

Rogge looked at Xius and said slowly, "Elder Xius, you are really not simple! You have already planned all this, right?"

Xius smiled, "Lord God, the elves have no ambitions. All we want is for the elves to live and develop peacefully in the kingdom of the human race. Elves will not be your enemies. I know you have other goals and plans. The elves will be a great help to you. As long as you don't think of the elves as pawns, but as friends who share honor and disgrace. When it comes to helping their friends, elves have always spared no effort. ”

Rogge smiled and said, "The elves have a wise man like you, and it's only a matter of time before they rise again!"

Theseus shook his head and sighed, "Elves have no ambitions. Even if there were, it was all dissipated in the war of a thousand years ago. We don't need to rise, that's not realistic, now the elves just want to survive. As long as I can survive, I can pay whatever it takes. ”

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