Two doors that had been closed tightly for seventeen days were finally opened. WwW.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.CoM
The ragged Rogge walked out from behind the door with weak steps.
These two heavy doors are made purely of pig iron and are nearly half a meter thick. All their switches are driven by hydraulic machinery. As soon as Rogge walked out of the door, the heavy iron door slowly closed behind him. In the moment before the iron gate closes, you can roughly see a small area behind the iron gate.
It was a dead place littered with corpses!
Rogge looked tired, his steps were sloppy, and he also lost weight. But the clarity has returned to his eyes.
The warden, who was two times fatter than the fat man, was already waiting respectfully aside, and the novice presented him with a new set of clothes. During the process of changing clothes, patches of black and white skin kept falling off Rogge's body, which made the warden frightened. He immediately cast his gaze on the ground calmly, pretending not to see anything. The warden has long despised officialdom and knows that the greatest way to cause disaster is to know too much about his boss's private affairs.
The place where Rogge was standing now was the lowest level of the big dungeon. When the Holy Alliance was first established, the construction of this large dungeon began. Historically, when a country was established, the first things built were military camps and prisons, and the Principality of Are was no exception. In Are's not-so-long history, the large dungeon has been expanded three times and can hold more than a thousand of the most dangerous prisoners. After Rogge took charge of the principality, despite extremely tight finances, he still allocated a sum of money to repair the large dungeon. After all, Fatty's experience in seeking power and seizing the country was disgraceful. There were so many resisters that the original large dungeon seemed insufficient for a while.
Behind the iron gate is the place with the most innocent souls in the dungeon. The space behind the door is wide and open, but there is no light, no way out, and only a little water. If prisoners wanted to be executed in a large dungeon, several of them would often be imprisoned in this deserted area and allowed to slowly die or rot in the darkness.
In the lightless Jedi, prisoners who know they will die will soon fall into final madness, and the person who remains conscious after death is often the unluckiest person.
Over the past hundreds of years, there have been countless ferocious ghosts in this deserted land; there have been countless most vicious curses echoing in the empty space.
As soon as Rogge returned from the "Windfury Rift", he plunged into the Death Jedi. He is the master of necromancy and needs to absorb the soul and curse power here to fight the curse attached to the Iron War Golem scroll. Perhaps there is no place in the entire principality where the power of undead and curses is more powerful.
The curse attached to the Iron War Golem scroll is detailed and complicated. Although the initial power does not seem to be great, it is extremely difficult to get rid of it. Rogge thought that the curse could be completely removed within five days, but he didn't expect that he would stay in the dungeon for seventeen days. However, Fatty also gained a little this time. After personal experience, Rogge became more familiar with the use of curse power, and the various vicious curses he issued became more difficult to resist.
Rogge had no time to rejoice in his progress in magic. He hurriedly put on his clothes and returned directly to the Grand Duke's Mansion.
Since cracking the high-level curse was related to Fatty's life, before entering the Jedi's dungeon, Rogge issued a strict order not to be disturbed by anyone. But he didn't expect that his stay would last seventeen days.
In seventeen days, too many things can happen.
Rogge carefully removed a magic mechanism in the corner of his room. This magic circle was so powerful that if he accidentally touched it, even a fat man would be beaten to death even with his magic resistance.
A cyan magic mirror in the magic circle was shining brightly. This was a magic prop specially given to Rogge by Rockefeller for long-distance communication. As soon as he saw the flashing light on the magic mirror, Rogge knew that there was at least With more than a dozen messages stored, the Magic Mirror is extremely expensive, but it has only been used a total of twenty times. In the past seventeen days, Rockefeller has been delivering messages continuously, which shows his anxiety.
These messages are similar. In addition to informing Rogge of the latest trends in the empire, they are also urging Rogge to lead his troops north as soon as possible. If he had not challenged the Silver Dragon King, Rogge would have gone to the Holy Capital more than twenty days ago.
He thought for a moment and simply replied with a message, saying it would be released within five days.
Putting aside the factors of violence, dealing with the City of Clouds and the Imperial Prime Minister Straw is the top priority at the moment. Apart from this, there is no other major event in the principality. Five days should be enough for him to deal with the backlog of matters accumulated in the principality in the past ten days.
Not long after, Rogge, who was in a hurry, appeared in the main hall of the Eye of Wisdom again.
Mora, who was wearing a holy robe, seemed to know that Rogge was coming and was already waiting at the door of the main hall. The fat man said nothing and followed her to the back hall in tacit understanding.
Rogge had entered the main hall of the Eye of Wisdom countless times. But this time was different from the past. He always felt some subtle changes in the atmosphere here. But he couldn't tell where the specific changes were.
Looking at Maura walking in front, Rogge's heart suddenly moved slightly.
Maura walked very rhythmically. As she walked, the seductive curves under the loose holy robe flickered and appeared, especially the plump and round buttocks, which swayed slightly. For a moment, Rogge's heart seemed to be echoing this rippling rhythm. He suddenly remembered the sudden entanglement with Maura. Her beautiful body, seductive eyes, soft and sometimes heavy moans, crazy movements, and panicked expression when she was exhausted, all appeared in front of his eyes.
"What happened today?" Rogge wondered secretly. Normally, he would never suppress his lustful heart, but as long as there is business ahead of him, the fat man's resistance to beauty is extraordinary. This is the first time in recent times that I can barely suppress my feelings for Maura like today.
The two walked into the prayer room one after another, and Maura carefully closed the door. The prayer room is protected by the divine power of Odaireh. As long as the door is closed, there is no need to worry about ordinary prying magic.
The fire on the altar burned brightly as usual. There was a little baby girl sitting in front of the flame, eating her fingers, and her big beautiful eyes looked at the speechless Rogge curiously.
"This...is the goddess after her arrival?" Even Rogge, who was as calm as he was, couldn't hide his shock.
"The goddess has indeed arrived." Mora said calmly.
Rogge stared at the baby girl, looking left and right. If he hadn't been afraid that he would not be able to bear the consequences of angering Audreyh, he would have picked up the baby and looked at it carefully. He even secretly glanced at the baby with his mental power, and found a trace of Audreyh's divine power in her, but it was just too weak. But a baby, no matter how good his qualifications are, cannot have much power.
In fact, Rogge had always felt very strange that Odelech chose to be born in a baby's body. This approach seemed quite similar to the reincarnation of angels in the Church of Light. But as far as Rogge knows, it seems that the popular method of the Light Church in recent years is to descend in mature bodies. Rogge also wanted to study the baby girl carefully. At this moment, Mora's deliberately lowered voice came over at the right time: "Master Rogge, what you are doing now is completely disrespectful to the goddess..."
Rogge was startled and immediately took a few steps back. But at some point, Maura was already standing silently behind him. As soon as the fat man stepped back, he immediately bumped into Maura. How can Maura beat Fatty
The saint immediately fell to the ground.
Rogge felt Mora's soft body, and the fireworks in his heart roared, burning brightly again.
Without saying a word, he turned around and pounced on Maura, who had not yet gotten up. Mora had just raised her body up, and was immediately pushed to the ground by Rogge. Under the fat man's brute force, she had no resistance at all, and the holy robe was torn apart in the blink of an eye. Rogge roared low in his throat and buried his face deeply into the two familiar soft peaks.
Maura didn't panic, she just whispered in Rogge's ear: "Audreyh is here..."
Rogge immediately started and looked around instinctively, "Where is it?"
Seeing that Rogge was awake, Mora pushed him away as if nothing had happened and covered her breasts with the damaged holy robe. At this time, Mora's holy robe was almost completely torn to pieces by Rogge. She could cover this side, but not that side. But Maura didn't care, she said in a calm and gentle voice:
"The goddess has handed down two oracles, both of which are related to you."
Rogge's consciousness had completely recovered at this time, and she was a little afraid to go see Maura. Attempting to molest a saint of the goddess in front of her altar is an unforgivable sin in any religion. Fatty couldn't help but feel strange about his unexpected loss of control. It seemed that the last time he was involved with Maura, he had also lost control like this...
But before he could figure it out, Mora said: "The goddess requires the Eye of Wisdom to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony within a month. Only if there are more than 50,000 devout believers present at the same time can it be possible to meet the goddess's request. And get the grace of the goddess. But you know, there are only 100,000 people in Dresden. To gather 50,000 devout believers, we can only call on believers from other places to come to Dresden. This will be a big There is a fee, but the Eye of Wisdom is not so rich. However, the omniscient goddess has taken this into consideration, and she asks you to make up the funds for this sacrificial ceremony for the Eye of Wisdom. I have calculated that this ceremony requires you in total Donate two hundred thousand gold coins.”
Rogge remained silent, but his expression was already as ugly as he wanted. The principal's new quarter's taxes have just been put into the treasury for a few days, and the total is only 250,000 gold coins. The tax revenue of the last two quarters will account for the majority of the annual tax revenue, but most of the money that was just collected into the treasury was used by the Eye of Wisdom. What should he use to pay the salaries of officials and soldiers? Not to mention manufacturing sophisticated equipment and armor and improving training camps.
Although Rogge didn't know what this sacrificial ceremony was for, a goddess who frequently performed miracles was right in front of him. If he didn't try his best to satisfy her oracle, he would be an absolute fool. Regardless of whether Audreyh's divine power is high or low, she not only demonstrated countless miracles and oracles, but also appeared in front of Rogge in person. Of course, every time she came, she scared the fat man badly.
In the eyes of all pragmatic fat people, such a goddess is far more powerful than the ice and snow goddess who has been extinct for decades. The god you believe in does not need to be powerful, as long as it is willing to help its believers, that is enough. If you are like Shiloh and simply stay in seclusion for a thousand years, then even if you believe in the Supreme God, what's the use? Before the Millennium War, the powerful Elf Empire swept away almost all powerful creatures on the continent. However, after losing the blessing of God, didn't the glorious era end completely in just a few decades
These thoughts flashed through Rogge's mind. The fat man was horrified. Could it be that he also wanted to embark on the reincarnation path of worshiping a moving god, creating a world, and then waiting for the newcomers to knock him down
"Lord Rogge," Mora asked softly, "Are you willing to carry out the goddess's oracle?"
"Of course!" Rogge said without hesitation. He temporarily put aside the proposition of fate, which was far beyond his scope, and instead considered how to get a fortune from abroad so that he could make up for the big hole in the principality's finances. Speaking of making money, this was Fatty's special skill back then. His mind was racing, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of ways to make money flashed through his mind.
"War! There is only war!" Rogge suddenly roared through gritted teeth.
Indeed, there is only war! Only by establishing a foreign enemy can we not only set up a target for the dissatisfied people in the principality, but also take advantage of a windfall of war. Of course, the premise of all this is to win this war. So the choice of this enemy is crucial.
But what makes Rogge not sure whether to be proud or frustrated is that he has countless enemies.
Even without the 200,000 gold coins that Audreyh asked for, Rogge would definitely not be able to survive this year. Therefore, he must make a huge fortune before the principality's treasury goes bankrupt.
This time the Eye of Wisdom gathered 50,000 believers for the sacrificial ceremony, which was by no means a trivial matter. In history, every similar event has its cause and effect. The goddess Audreyh would never hold such a ceremony for no reason. But the real will of God is not something that Fatty can guess.
Saint Mora showed no surprise or disgust at Rogge's vicious declaration of war, as if she already knew Rogge's answer.
She said softly: "Lord Rogge, you have served the goddess Odereh for so long, so the goddess wants to reward you for your piety. Your enemies in the north are both powerful and insidious, so the goddess decided to send her servants to go north with you. .This is the second oracle of the goddess.”
The fat man was surprised and happy. He never expected that the goddess would send a servant to help him directly! The divine servant of the goddess must be a strong man in the holy realm, right
"Where is the servant of God? Let me see him quickly!" he said with joy.
"Here." A cold voice suddenly sounded behind Rogge. It sounded less than one meter away from Fatty. Fatty could almost feel the cold breath of her breath!
The fat man didn't dare to make too big a move, he just turned around slowly.
boom!
Rogge suddenly felt dizzy. For a moment, he couldn't clearly see the knife-like face opposite him, full of sculptural beauty.
seem. This face, many years ago. He had known each other before.
Rogge rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, only to realize that he didn't recognize the beautiful woman opposite.
The woman had golden hair and blue eyes. She was wearing an exquisite light armor and had a cross sword hanging casually on her waist. It seems like her equipment is nothing out of the ordinary except for being a little more refined.
"Excuse me..." Rogge said cautiously.
The woman interrupted him coldly: "I am Seraphi, the servant of the goddess. You don't need to call me an adult or a respectful person. As the spokesperson of the goddess, I will judge everything by myself in the future. Don't try to order me." .”
Roger nodded immediately.
He took another careful look at Seraphi, and when his eyes passed over that stunning face, he felt dizzy again involuntarily. But what surprised Rogge was not her appearance, but her strength.
Seraphi, the divine servant sent by the goddess to assist him, only has level 14 fighting spirit!
He took a deep breath and scanned it again with his mental power. I was finally convinced that my judgment was correct.
A fourteenth-level Servant of God, is this a bit too much of a joke
But before the fat man had a chance to complain, Seraphi was already in trouble. She glanced at the disheveled Mora, and said coldly to Rogge: "You insulted the goddess's sacrifice, and you insulted the goddess's dignity."
Before Rogge could reply, he saw a dazzling bright sword light in his eyes. Looking at this momentum, this sword is bound to blind his eyes! Rogge was shocked and instantly cast a transparent light shield. He stopped him in front of him, and then backed away like lightning.
Fatty's reactions in battle are already extremely fast, and the instantaneous transparent light shield is very damaging. If the opponent wants to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, he will most likely bump into the stationary light shield. It is not certain that he will be injured, but he will definitely be shocked. As long as there is such a short time. Rogge's low-level magic driven by mental power will attack like a violent storm, easily turning the unfavorable battle situation back.
But the dazzling sword light disappeared in an instant. Rogge's face was completely empty, where was Seraphi's figure
At this time, Rogge felt a faint chill on the back of his neck. The fat man had so much experience in actual combat that he immediately sensed that the Seraphi Cross Sword was parked there, quietly waiting for him to bring it up to his neck.
At this time, Rogge's back momentum was extremely strong and he could not stop his retreat. The fat man was in a hurry. Shout immediately! There was a magic spell hidden in his roar. Although this method of spell casting is not as fast as instant magic, the magic it can cast is one level higher than instant magic. Coupled with Fatty Jinghuai's magic control and specialization in undead and dark magic, Rogge can cast two or three magics in the time it takes other mages to cast one spell of the same level.
A wall of bones appeared behind Rogge as he roared, blocking his body perfectly. Even if he faced the servant of God, Rogge would not die without hesitation. A dark black ring on his little finger lit up, and another piece of dark gray cursed mist flew behind him.
Although Rogge knew that the cursed fog might not have an effect on Seraphi, other low-level magic that he could use quickly was even less likely to harm Seraphi.
"Response very quickly!" Seraphi's bone-chilling voice sounded almost close to Rogge's ears!
There was a crash. The wall of bones that Rogge relied on suddenly collapsed. But only the upper half collapsed, while the lower half was still intact. Rogge tripped his feet on the wall of bones. This time he could no longer control his body and fell to the sky.
Seraphi's beautiful silver boots then fell from the sky and stepped heavily on Rogge's belly!
Rogge's face suddenly turned white and he couldn't even scream. Although he has strong skin and thick flesh. But Seraphi's seemingly light step was no less powerful than an earth dragon! No matter how strong the fat man's body is, he will never be able to withstand an earth dragon stepping on him.
Seraphi's step also contained a lot of fighting spirit. It's just that the way she used her fighting spirit was very weird. She easily broke through Rogge's mental energy for defense, allowing Rogge to completely withstand her powerful step.
After stepping on it. Seraphi seemed to still not understand her hatred, she suddenly said: "Mora! Turn around."
Mora replied softly: "Follow your instructions. Lord Seraphi."
The fat man turned his head and saw that Maura actually turned around and threw him aside, ignoring him.
For some reason, Fatty suddenly felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart. He just felt that the main hall of the Eye of Wisdom had become indescribably weird today! The fat man wanted to escape, but after being stepped on by Seraphi, his whole body was extremely weak. How could he escape
Seraphi suddenly smiled, but the sinisterness in her smile did not hinder her beauty that could dazzle the fat man's eyes.
She said in a small voice that only Rogge could hear: "Don't you look down on the fourteenth level of fighting spirit? To deal with a waste like you, a tenth level of fighting spirit is enough!"
Seeing that Maura was obedient and didn't look back, Seraphi hurriedly touched Rogge's body a few more times. The continuous severe pain blocked all the fat man's words in his stomach.
With a choking sound, Seraphi's cross sword returned to its sheath. With a cold and holy voice, she announced the end of Roger's punishment and ordered him to leave the prayer room immediately, otherwise he would be punished twice.
The fat man, who had already experienced severe pain, said nothing, endured the severe pain, and hurried away. After all, he didn't realize that the appearance of the Holy Infant on the altar was slightly different from that of the chosen one that day.
The temperature in the prayer room quietly dropped a few points, and the woman with black and silver eyes silently appeared next to Seraphi. They communicated constantly with their spirits.
"If your heart hurts, I will hit you more gently next time."
*** said calmly: "Just fight."
Seraphi smiled softly and stopped fighting with you. Anyway, what you owe me, I will find a way to get it back one day. Time is running out. You should go back and prepare well. Leave the matters here to me. It takes a long time to go north, and I want to see how long that old thing can hide from me! "
Blaspheming the servants of God looking up to heaven in hell: Yanyu Jiangbei
Hughes was sitting leisurely in his small tea room drinking tea. A faint fragrance of tea floated in the small room. Suddenly, his hands trembled slightly and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?" Death God Ben, who was sitting opposite and had been concentrating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and asked. This was a situation he rarely saw.
What... the water is a bit hot. "Xius quickly became nonchalant, carefully placed the small tea cup on the table, and then looked at the few drops of tea spilled on the ground with a look of regret.
Ever since he came back from the Wind Split Canyon last time, Hughes seemed a little uneasy. Without saying goodbye to Rogge, he and Ban returned to the City of Divine Metaphor and hid in the teahouse to drink tea. He also personally gave orders that anyone who wished to see him should say that he was not available.
Ben looked at this old friend for many years with some strangeness. In fact, he was an old friend for many years. He sometimes had a vague feeling about this old elf fox. But Ben, who had always been a killer, didn't want to delve into these things, but he had never seen Hughes so restless. He wanted to say something, but he stopped at the edge of his mouth and closed his eyes again.
Hughes picked up the teacup again, took a sip carefully, closed his eyes with satisfaction, and tasted the aroma of the tea carefully. When he opened his eyes, Ben was already gone.
Hughes didn't care. He picked up the ancient elf book from the coffee table and studied it carefully.
To the northwest of the City of Divine Metaphor, high in the sky, a tall elf looked at this vibrant city, hesitant. Suddenly, a powerful wave of energy roared from the distance. The elf was startled, reluctantly looked at the City of Divine Metaphor for the last time, turned around and galloped away towards the north.
In the City of Divine Metaphor, the elves are busy slowly. The elves who value elegance and beauty in everything do not care about the passage of time. Even pruning a flower is done with care.
A woman with golden blue eyes stood high in the sky. The strong wind in the high sky seemed to have no effect on her thin body. She frowned and looked at the busy and leisurely elves below.
"What a waste!"
A sarcastic smile hung on her sculpturally beautiful face.
Soon after.
The door of Hughes' small tea room opened without pushing. The woman with golden eyes and blue eyes looked at the frightened Hughes with a smile. Hughes was still holding his ancient elf book in his hand.
Came in person. "Hurrying down the book, Hughes said respectfully, "This is the best tea I have just brewed for you. The water is also the cleanest morning dew in the forest. "
Looking at the old face with an almost flattering smile, the ravine-like wrinkles stretched a lot as a result of the smile, the woman with golden and blue eyes sneered.
"So, you know who I am?" Instead of accepting the tea offered by Hughes, the woman with golden and blue eyes casually walked to the coffee table, picked up the ancient book, and took a few glances. , asked slowly.
"Yes! Mr. Rogge has just received a letter, saying that God's Servant Seraphi will come to the City of God's Metaphor in person and wants me to greet you well. Mr. Rogge is our divine envoy, and you are Audreyh. The divine servant of the goddess is really..." Hughes suddenly stopped as he spoke.
Seraphi, with golden and blue eyes, looked at Hughes with a half-smile but not a smile: "What is it? Keep talking."
Hughes laughed awkwardly, "Haha... It's really... What a powerful combination."
Seraphi casually plucked the ancient elf book in her hand, "You still keep this tattered book, you should have thrown it away long ago!"
Ashes floated down, and the ancient elf book that Xius often used for leisure turned into ashes and fell down.
Hughes laughed dryly and said, "Master God's Servant is so strong. It's time to change this book."
Seraphi clapped her hands, and countless ashes floated down one after another. There was no trace of dust on her hands, which were as white as green onions.
Only then did he take the teacup that was handed over by Hughes attentively, and gently turned the small teacup with his little hand. A pair of beautiful blue eyes stared at Hughes.
"You've been in this world for so long, you're really tolerant!"
Hughes' old body seemed to be slightly shaken, but none of this escaped Seraphi's eyes. A faint smile appeared in the corners of her eyes.
Hughes lowered his head and thought for a long time, then slowly raised his head and said lightly: "You are the divine servant of Lord O'Herede... I am a little elf. What I want is the prosperity and peace of the elf clan and the peace of life." The longer it goes on, the more timid you may become.”
It's an old fox! I still don't know what you're thinking. Although I am just a servant of the goddess, I have my own judgment on everything. I will help you achieve your wish, but I also need your help with something. "
Hughes smiled slightly, picked up a teacup from the table, and carefully took a sip.
"You are the divine servant of the goddess Ohrede, and you have great magical powers. What do you need from me, old man..." Hughes immediately showed his courtesy, but when he looked at Seraphi carefully, he immediately stopped what he was going to say.
Seraphi didn't make a sound, and a stream of divine consciousness traveled through the space and rippled in Hughes' mind.
Hughes's expression suddenly changed.
I'm afraid I can't help you if I speak softly. "
"Then you are not going to help me." Seraphi's face gradually turned cold, and the space behind Hughes fluctuated slightly.
Hughes had a wry smile on his face.
Seraphi said coldly: "You have been here in private for such a long time, how long can you hide it? Don't underestimate Lord Furianmir's ability. If you help me, you may be helping you!"
Hughes still smiled bitterly, and rubbed his stubby palms back and forth a few times: "Do I have any other choice? I hope that Lord Ohrede can help us elves more in the future."
Seraphi looked at Hughes coldly for a long time, and the space behind Hughes also returned to calm. Suddenly she laughed, and her golden hair set off waves of golden waves with her laughter, rippling away layer by layer and in circles.
Hughes's face changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain the elf's elegance. He shook his body, and an invisible force field enveloped the small space of the tea room.
His body kept shaking, and large beads of sweat kept dripping down. They fell lightly and turned into a thin layer of mist before reaching the ground. Only then did he desperately stop. Live the leaking energy.
"Great Lord Ohredei, I have already promised you, please also take care of the elves outside. They cannot withstand your divine power!" Hughes tried his best to hold back the heat wave that reached his mouth. .
Seraphi stopped laughing, and gradually the energy fluctuations in the air calmed down.
"Xius, I really underestimated you! But don't play tricks in front of me in the future. Otherwise, it will be more than just a lesson next time. However, your strength is good, and it is hidden deep enough."
Hughes breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on his seat, and took a few rough breaths.
"You are young, but my old man can't stand your troubles anymore."
Serafi smiled slightly, "From now on, you will rely on your old age to live up to your old age!" (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)