At dawn, an urgent horn sounded in the city of falling clouds.

In just a quarter of an hour, the army and elven troops of the Principality of Arei had already assembled and lined up neatly, waiting for the next order.

They were still only fed with the equipment they had entered the city, and they did not see any looted goods. In fact, none of them participated in the looting of the civilians of Falling Cloud City last night.

The Alegong [***] team, which was rebuilt by Rogue, emphasized military discipline first. Although the time is too short to improve the combat effectiveness much, the strict discipline of the military is completely different. As for the elves, such naturally proud creatures would never do anything to plunder.

In the palace of Falling Cloud City, Rogge is saying his final goodbyes to Marshal Arums.

The main army of the three highland principalities has been completely defeated, and now the remnants of the three kingdoms together are less than 10,000 people, most of whom are still nobles' private armies. In order to end the battle as soon as possible and divide the spoils, Rogge has agreed with Marshal Lams to divide the troops. According to the secret agreement between the two countries, the country of the goshawk and the vulture will be owned by the Duchy of Leighton, and the country of the snow falcon will be taken over by Rog.

The land of the snow falcon has a population of 3 million, and in addition to the capital Lector, there are more than ten small towns. After the death of Duke Anas in battle, the army of the whole country was less than 2,000 people, and Rog could sweep through the entire country of snow falcons using elven troops alone.

Rog is now anxious to end the war on this side, so he can hurry back to the City of Oracles and ask Elder Theseus if he has found a way to interfere with teleportation. As long as the old fox can find a way, Rogge can pay any price. The fat man who had just lost Adjani really couldn't withstand another blow.

Field Marshal Ellam and Rogge were talking cordially, shoulder to shoulder. Clark stood next to him, looking very excited, interjecting a few words from time to time to make a statement. This time, the battle against the three principalities of the Highlands was a complete success, and Clarke, who was in the center, contributed a lot. His father and uncle both took his abilities up a new level. Compared to the hordes of brothers and sisters in his palace, Clark was even more prominent. Even Marshal Alams, who had never taken a stand, hinted to Clark that he should do a good job and that he would not have to worry about big things in the future.

Field Marshal Ellam was chatting with Rogge as he observed the Rog troops that were gathering in the square outside the station. His sharp eyes did not miss a single detail, the speed of the soldiers' assembly, the military posture when they lined up, whether they were talking to each other, whether they had looted property on their bodies, and so on. Not even the neatness of the buckle that tied the armor escaped the marshal's eyes.

The naturally elegant and neat elven military appearance can't find any flaws, and more than 2,000 handsome and gorgeous elves gathered together, which is so pleasing to the eye, that Clarke's eyes are a little straight. But Marshal Ellam kept an eye on the Snow Bear Knight and the Are's infantry.

After a quarter of an hour of assembly, it was already the upper limit of the assembly of the mixed arms of the fast cavalry. With many years of experience in leading the army, Marshal Ellam saw that the warriors of the Duchy of Arei were still poorly trained and had limited combat effectiveness. But under this terrible and strict military discipline, it won't be long before this will be a terrifying army that everyone fears.

The seemingly scattered dark side of the moon also caught the attention of Arams. For some reason, the old marshal always felt that the light in the places where the dark side of the moon was made was a little dimmer than in other places. Those elves were distinctly different from the other elven warriors. In addition to being much more handsome, they obviously did not have the vitality and liveliness of other elves, and their eyes were as calm as ice, without any emotional fluctuations at all. This kind of look Marshal Ahram has seen and remembers it deeply.

This is the eyes of the 'butcher'.

Butcher is a special term that circulates privately in the North [***] team. Only a battle-hardened warrior who kills without a count of killings is likely to receive this 'honor'. The butcher is a nightmare for all soldiers on the battlefield, who will not hesitate to cut off one of the enemy's arms at the cost of piercing their own arm. The bottom line for the butcher to be injured is not to be disabled, so that they can continue to participate in the next battle.

Just as the word butcher may seem like a butcher, killing has become their profession, hobby, and art.

The Duchy of Arei has been weak for a long time, and the weak army is just barely able to see through. But this time on review, Marshal Alams felt more and more that Rogge could not be underestimated. Thinking that it has not been much time for Rogge to monopolize the power of Aleigong [***], he has already thoroughly improved the most critical link of military discipline, and then thinks of the mysterious death of Carlos father and son. A chill suddenly welled up in Alams's heart.

This Rogge, the means of seizing power are too fast and too ruthless! It seems that it is difficult to say whether Clark's son will be able to sit in the position of Grand Duke of Arley in the future! Even if he does, he may be killed by Rogge at any time.

"Dear Master Rog, are those relatives of Anas still satisfying you?" Clark interjected.

Rogge laughed and said, "Of course I am satisfied!" but although I have killed more than ninety people, there are still three hundred and fifty-one people in the Anas family who are still alive and well." I'm not going to let them run away!"

"Tyrannical, irritable, and ......," Elmens mused.

"The elf lady...... What is her name? Adjani, if it weren't for her, this victory wouldn't have come so easily!" said Clarke.

"yes!" Rogge sighed, too, "it's a shame that I only have six guards like her." Sooner or later, Luoyun City will be able to be captured, and more ordinary soldiers should die. Those people's lives are worthless, but if these most elite elven guards are damaged, one less one!"

But no one could see the twitch in Rogge's heart.

Clark felt the same way, and said, "Yes, as long as there is money and supplies, and another year of training, the army will not be as many as it wants? If there are many deaths, just let those civilians work hard to survive." ”

Marshal Rams snorted and said, "Clark is still young, Master Rogge, to make you laugh." You can't get a real warrior by training alone, you have to be trained on the battlefield. Every year, the Asrofik Empire has to start some small battles with the Holy Alliance and the surrounding countries, and one of the purposes is to rotate troops. Even if the lives of these soldiers are no longer valuable, they have to be used in critical places. ”

At this moment, the army in the square has been assembled for a long time. Rog said goodbye to Uncle and Lams and went downstairs.

Seeing the group of soldiers follow Rog towards the city gate in an orderly manner, Elmen grimaced and said to Clark, "Maybe we released a real demon." Clark, how many troops can we mobilize right now?"

"Twenty-one thousand people, in addition to the necessary troops stationed in Luoyun City, 18,000 people can be mobilized. Uncle, are you going to ......"

"Yes, he's still immature, but he's terrible. If you don't kill him now while he is defenseless, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future!" said Marshal Elmen gloomily.

"Uncle...... Rogge is a great magician, and you can see how powerful the elf Adjani is. If Rogge escapes, even if only one of his elven guards escapes, uncle, even if there are many people to protect him, he will not be able to stop the elves with iron hearts for revenge! Uncle, this is not a good choice! Let's stop provoking the elves!"

Thinking of the brilliant golden clouds and the huge gap in the walls of Falling Cloud City, Marshal Rams shuddered. He was silent for a long time before he said, "It seems that the peace and tranquility in the north has come to an end, and we have no chance. The good thing is that we have stood with this demon from the beginning. Clark, you have to be careful to maintain this relationship, and don't let the momentary conflict of interests fool your wisdom. When we die, you will not be his opponent. If the Leighton Kingdom can continue to develop as his ally, it is naturally good, if not, it is not bad to be able to keep it. ”

At this time, Elam saw Rogge in the distance suddenly turn around and smile at himself.

Cold sweat instantly soaked the marshal's undershirt!

Neither the uncle nor the nephew noticed, and at some point, the shadows in the room disappeared and the light brightened.

The current Otherworld, like the sea before a storm, contains endless dangers in its calm.

The wind was surprisingly strong, and the clouds in the sky were much lower than usual, as if they were about to fall at any moment.

On a steep mountain, slowly, slowly, a dragon's head was revealed.

The dragon's head does not move, like a lifeless stone. After a long time, the flames in its eye sockets slowly lit up, and it began to turn from side to side, observing its surroundings.

Fengyue's figure also slowly rose from behind the cliff, dozens of demon lotus armor leaves still floating around her, and the huge death scythe was in her hand.

She was still so ethereal, dreamy of beauty. Fengyue seems to belong to this gray world of death at all.

But she's no longer perfect.

There are many tattered chu on the gray robe on Fengyue's body, and the soft and snow-like skin inside is faintly visible.

On her right cheek, there was a tiny streak of blood, still oozing with golden blood.

At this time, in the far reaches of the sky, there was a small, barely visible black dot hovering.

"Master!" said Gregory, "I didn't expect the Abyssal Dragon to be able to fly again so soon. It's so despicable, so shameless! They can rest, but we can't reply! This is a scoundrel! How can it be like a king? But you have taught that arrogant idiot dragon a hard lesson, and forgive him for not daring to go too far from the other kings this time!"

Despite his words, the bone dragon involuntarily lowered its voice, as if it was afraid of being heard by the abyssal dragon hovering far away.

Fengyue was silent, just calmly looking into the distance. The flowing light on the demon lotus armor leaf flickered on and flickered, and it had lost a lot of its previous brilliance.

Gregory looked back at the Death Scythe in Fengyue's hand, and his voice slowly lowered: "Master...... They're chasing faster and faster, next time, what will we do next time?"

The bone dragon knew that the master's ability was no longer enough to maintain a parallel space, so he brought the Death Scythe with him. With this scythe, Fengyue's speed was greatly affected, and it became similar to that of a bone dragon. But you can't throw down the death scythe, although the speed of the master and servant is still much faster than the kings, but the kings' pursuit skills are becoming more and more proficient, without the death scythe, when you meet the king head-on, Fengyue will not even have the power to fight back.

Now even Gregory could feel that the range of error for the kings to sense the wind and moon was getting smaller and smaller. Each time they teleported, they landed closer and closer. There was even a time when it was right above the master and servant!

That time was also the most amazing time for the master and servant to pretend to be dead.

The kings glanced briefly at the ground, and found nothing unusual except for a pile of bone dragon remains, and then roared away. Weathered huge bones can be seen everywhere in the Otherworld, and I don't know what kind of giant beast it was many years ago. This kind of ground is the most common sight in the Atlas.

After a long time, the skeleton on the ground suddenly moved, and then writhed, revealing the appearance of a bone dragon. Flames ignited in the bone dragon's eye sockets, and Feng Yue also drilled out from under the bone dragon's body.

Even before this thrill, the clever Gregory always felt uneasy. So as soon as it has time, it installs crushed lime plaster piece by piece on its own bones. If it weren't for this, its original body that shone with blue and black light would have been discovered by the kings long ago. Feng Yue turned a blind eye to Gregory's actions, in fact, he had acquiesced.

Gregory had already made up his mind to disguise the remnants of the weathered bone dragon in a critical situation.

But after this thrill, Fengyue was completely silent.

She silently took the bone dragon east to hide in the province, slew countless kings' men, and fought a very short but desperate battle with the careless abyss dragon.

The bone dragon watched Fengyue's demon lotus become dim, watched Fengyue get injured for the first time, and watched Fengyue unable to recover from his injuries for the first time......

The kings were getting closer and closer, but Gregory saw that the speed of Fengyue was getting slower and slower. On several occasions, the master and servant narrowly killed all the undead on patrol. If it weren't for luck, one or two fish would have slipped through the net and reported it.

It had been resting at the top of the cliff for a long time, but the bone dragon knew that Fengyue's energy had not improved in the slightest.

It seems that the owner's injuries are very serious.

Gregory finally broke the silence and said, "Master, although you never say it, I know that we may not have a next time. ”

Fengyue was still silent.

The bone dragon put away his usual oily tone and became surprisingly serious: "Master, while the kings are not far from us, you can lure the Heavenly Hunters down! Can't let these damn kings always fight their wishful thinking, there must be a few of them for us to be buried!?"

Fengyue's silver gaze finally fell on the bone dragon's body, and the light in her eyes fluctuated rarely.

"You're not afraid of destruction?" Fengyue finally spoke.

Gregory looked at the abyssal dragon in the distance, gritted his teeth, and said, "Don't be afraid! I was also a noble demon dragon in my previous life, at least not worse than that rotten dragon, right? Even if I destroy again, it will have to come again with a bang, and I must not end everything like now!"

The wind whistled.

"We ...... There really is no next time. Fengyue said lightly.

The floating Demon Lotus Battle Armor suddenly folded into a complete armor, floating in front of Feng Yue.

Feng Yue stared at the dark black Demon Lotus Battle Armor for a long time, and seemed to sigh.

In Gregory's astonished gaze, the beautiful demon lotus flew up gently and landed on its back. The Warframe's arms stretched out automatically, clasping the bone dragon's vertebrae.

Fengyue's condensed fingers pointed to the east, where it was Fengyue's ancient tomb.

"Gregory, you are not the target of the kings, go back to the tomb, if ....... if he comes, give him the demon lotus. ”

Gregory was taken aback: "Master, are you ready to face it head-on? There are six of them! Why don't you bring down the Celestial Hunters? It will be much easier! Let them all be buried for us!"

For the first time, and perhaps for the last, Kazetsuki's black hair began to fly in the gale.

"Gregory, you will be a king in the future. Then you will understand that maintaining the existence and functioning of this world is the true meaning of the existence of kings. If the Celestial Hunter discovers that there are so many kings in the Dead World, it will surely cleanse the world once and for all. So I can't do that. ”

Gregory was also silent, and he thought for a long time before he said, "I understand why kings value the First Law so much. But master, if that's the case, why did you even plan to lure down the Celestial Hunter the last time you went to fight for your soul?"

Feng Yue didn't answer the question, her silver eyes just stared into the distance in a daze.

Gregory shouted a few times before Fengyue withdrew his gaze.

She lifted the Death Scythe, looked at the Abyss Dragon in the distance, and said lightly, "Gregory, you go!"

"Master, you go like this, isn't it....not ......" The bone dragon finally mustered up the courage and said the second half of the sentence: "Aren't you going to die?"

Fengyue waved his hand, and the light on Gregory's body flashed, and the soul contract had been dissolved.

She smiled faintly, her figure kept flickering, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared in the distance, and only her voice was still echoing on the top of the cliff.

"Who said you were going to die? Is your former master so useless? Someone will bury me with you!"

The bone dragon was stunned for a moment, and suddenly howled: "Master, you are so despicable! You are so shameless! You don't want to throw me down!"

Gregory shot his body with a bow, and chased after Fengyue like lightning.

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