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His steps were uneven, and his strength varied from deep to shallow. Ordinary people would not notice these subtleties at all, but for a warrior whose strength is not far from the holy realm, this can only mean that his heart is not at peace.
Fiore's heart was pounding, and his thoughts were confused. For him, a chaotic mentality is a big taboo, but Fiore no longer cares about so much.
Originally, even if he was upset, he should have suppressed it with all his strength. Because the tall man walking in front of Fiore at this moment is the leader of the Holy Knights, Blood Angel Augustus.
Fiore couldn't see through Augustus' strength, but knew that the Blood Angel would definitely see through his current state. As a warrior who was born as a Templar Knight, it was a bit outrageous that he could not control his emotions. Giving Blood Angel such a bad impression will be very detrimental to Fiore's future promotion in the church or the Holy Knights. But power and status are nothing like clouds to Fiore today.
As long as the noble and elegant figure in front of him appeared in his sight, he could not control himself.
After receiving the approval of the Church of Light, Fiore and several colleagues from the Holy Temple joined the Bavarian army and temporarily served the principality. The other colleagues of the Holy Temple joined the army and followed Marshal Rochelio to fight against the three small principalities in the south of the principality. Only Fiore had no interest in military glory. He tried every means and finally got the task of protecting the Grand Duchess Catherine.
With the passage of time, the southern countries have gradually become aware of the powerful methods of this Grand Duchess.
The militaristic Principality of Bavaria has completely turned into a huge and terrifying war machine. However, even if the entire Rhine League land and several surrounding small principalities were annexed, the 400,000-strong army would indeed be too large for the Principality of Bavaria. What's more, in two months' time, the 300,000 new troops in training will continue to walk out of the training ground and embark on the battlefield. At this time, the principality has become a hungry beast. Since it cannot find enough food in its own territory, it must look for prey elsewhere.
Because there is such a ferocious beast around, all the countries around the principality are always trying to choose people to eat. Even the Dro Empire, one of the three major empires, began to recruit troops to prepare for war. The Principality of Bavaria will definitely go to war, but it is not yet known who it will burn the flames of war on.
As early as a few months ago, the war machine of the Principality of Bavaria was already overwhelmed. If it had been any other country, it would have collapsed. However, Catherine relied on her unparalleled calculations, tactics, cold-bloodedness, and her unparalleled appeal in the principality to maintain the operation of this war machine.
No one knows what kind of mind lies behind her perfect and noble face. It seems that the entire principality, large and small, has been installed in her heart.
Therefore, protecting Archduchess Catherine was almost as important as protecting the Archduke of Bavaria. Catherine does not know any martial arts or magic, and she often goes to inspect various parts of the principality. The level of danger is far greater than that of the Grand Duke of Bavaria, who is always among the army. Of course, in Fiore's heart, no one is more important than her.
Fiore watched Catherine work around the clock countless times; he watched her worry about insufficient military spending one moment, and then put on her most perfect smile to meet the young soldiers who were about to go to the front line; he watched her As she expressionlessly signed the hanging orders for dozens of people, she cried alone when no one was around.
Fiore also heard many criticisms of this perfect, noble and cold-blooded Grand Duchess. Every time, he suppressed the urge to slash with his sword, because he felt that doing so would make Catherine's hard work in vain.
Fiore decided to endure the unfair accusations with Catherine, although she did not know her own feelings.
Whenever he lay down on his hard breasts, her perfect face would always appear in his mind. Fiore couldn't think about her, and when it hurt too much, he could only practice his sword crazily. But every time he swung his sword, he always felt that Catherine was watching him from behind.
Fiore has been Catherine's escort for several months, but Fiore has not been able to say a few words to her. Catherine is always busy. When she is free, Fiore would rather give up the rare opportunity to talk to her in order to let her sleep a little longer. As the leader in this temple, Fiore has this confidence, and Catherine will not refuse to chat with him for a while.
He could feel that every time she looked at him, there was a kind of silent expectation and appreciation in her eyes.
For her, Fiore could endure anything.
Because he thought he was the only one who knew and understood Catherine.
Augustus led Catherine to the Pope's prayer room, turned around and said: "Dear Lady Catherine, His Majesty the Pope is already waiting for you."
Catherine smiled sweetly. The charm of the most beautiful woman in the royal capital was extraordinary, but her smile bloomed like a spring flower, lighting up the entire corridor.
“It is such an honor to meet His Majesty the Pope in the prayer room!”
While maintaining her signature noble and elegant smile, Catherine lifted the hem of her long dress, and then... actually kicked open the door to the prayer room!
Fiore's mind went blank and he couldn't understand what happened.
Even the Pope sitting in the prayer room looked surprised.
Next to the Pope were sitting MGM and Macbeth. They looked at Catherine and were completely unable to connect this woman, whose manners and manners were approaching perfection, with the rude behavior of kicking the door just now, not to mention she smiled so elegantly.
Catherine walked over to a chair and sat down without waiting for the Pope's instructions. She greeted MGM and Macbeth with such grace that the two high-ranking angels' hearts fluttered.
Even Lady Tiratemis, who is the most obsessed with aesthetics in the heaven, will like her very much, right? The two angels thought to themselves rather disrespectfully.
They have not yet noticed the changes that have quietly occurred in themselves.
"Dear Your Majesty the Pope," Catherine's charming smile always hides something formidable. "You have agreed to the full support of the Principality of Bavaria. Are you ready? I am here today to thank His Majesty the Pope for his generosity. of."
The pope coughed and managed to regain his breath. Slowly said: "Dear Lady Catherine, the Church of Light has sent church personnel for you. The mission of the Church of Light is to serve the Supreme God, and it is not convenient for us to directly intervene in secular wars. But please rest assured, the noble Grand Duke of Bavaria is No one can stop the great cause of the elect who have endured the miracle.”
Catherine chuckled a few times and declared that page 717 of the volume of the Holy Book of Oracles is very clear that the mission of the Church of Light is to spread the glory of the Supreme God. The difference in numbers between communication and service is huge! Could it be that the Church of Light’s canon has just been revised? If it hasn't changed, then I don't understand that the principality is doing everything it can to fight the pagans and spread the faith of the Supreme God. Why can't I get help from the Light Church? If you think that there are only six Templars in total that can have an impact on the battle situation, then I can only say that I don't understand your definition of help. "
Augustus interjected: "Dear Lady Catherine, please note that the only person with the authority to interpret canons is His Majesty the Pope."
Catherine smiled and said: "The right to explain does not mean that you can talk nonsense. Okay, then I will listen to His Majesty the Pope's explanation."
There was silence in the prayer room.
It was Catherine who broke the silence: she explained without seeking His Majesty the Pope. Now the principality is about to go to war with the Dro Empire. If we can get help from the Church of Light, hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the principality will be able to save their lives! Dear Pope, would you rather watch hundreds of thousands of the most devout believers of the Supreme God die? "
The Pope sighed Madam Serling, it’s not that I mean to embarrass you. What God's eyes see is beyond what you and I can understand. When the time comes, I will naturally give you the help you need. "
Catherine's smile became even more charming. She turned her delicate hand over and found a bright dagger in her hand.
No one in the prayer room moved, because Catherine did not know martial arts at all, and no one would believe that she wanted to assassinate the Pope. Only Fiore exclaimed: "Catherine! What are you going to do! Put down the dagger, there is no way you can hurt His Majesty the Pope!"
But Catherine's dagger was aimed at her own chest!
Fiore's face turned pale. Regardless of his status, he stretched out his hand like lightning and snatched the dagger from Catherine's hand.
Catherine looked at Fiore with a smile and stretched out her left hand! "
Under her cool gaze, Fiore actually felt great mental pressure. He was completely unable to go against Catherine's iron will, so he could only hand the dagger back tremblingly.
Fiore suddenly smiled. Since he couldn't prevent her from committing suicide, he could still die with her.
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Catherine said gently: "Dear Your Majesty the Pope, I don't care what God's eyes saw, I only know that I cannot let the hundreds of thousands of young warriors from the principality go to the battlefield like this to fight against Germany, one of the most powerful empires in the entire continent. The Luo Empire is fighting. At the same time, the Church of Light, which should be their biggest spiritual support and staunchest ally, is standing by and watching! Your Majesty the Pope, it has been a whole year! How many times have I come to you in the past year? But What did you get in the end? Six saints, that's it! Of course, Lord Augustus once led the Holy Knights to the front line to help fight, but they just walked around. If I can't get it from you today If you want help, then I will pierce the heart with this dagger. Because I really can't face so many young knights who will die on the battlefield."
The Pope opened his dim eyes and met Catherine's clear gaze.
For a long, long time, there was just silence.
Catherine continued her perfect and seductive smile as the dagger began to pierce her chest one by one.
Fiore thought he was committing suicide by looking at Catherine's hands, but he couldn't do it.
Fiore's hands were extremely pale. Her fingers trembled slightly, and the sword on her back began to dance lightly.
Finally, the Pope sighed. "Dear Lady Catherine, what kind of help do you need?" "
Catherine smiled softly, pulled out the dagger, and gently threw it on the ground.
"I need 20,000 holy knights!" Catherine said in shock.
Augustus frowned and said: "But there are only 15,000 holy knights near the principality at the moment. How can I give you 20,000? At most..." He glanced at the Pope and continued: "I can give you 5,000 at most. A holy knight."
"Then ten thousand!" Catherine smiled sweetly.
"Six thousand!"
"Eight thousand!"
Augustus said helplessly: "Okay, eight thousand! I will arrange it right away..."
"Wait!" Catherine stopped Augustus. The wound on her chest had not been treated, and blood was still slowly flowing out.
The blood slowly flowed through the white chest muscles. So glaring.
Catherine let the blood flow as if she didn't know the pain. She smiled and said: "I know that in addition to warriors and mages who specialize in combat, there are many members who are proficient in military strategy in the temple. The principality's army now has enough soldiers, but there are obviously insufficient generals. I need a hundred members who are proficient in military strategy. The temple!"
"One hundred!" Augustus took a breath. The church has always been directly in the hands of the pope, and he has no decision-making power in the dispatch of church members. Blood Angel suddenly discovered that when asking for members of the temple, Catherine did not look at him at all, but only looked at the Pope.
The pope opened his sleepy eyes slightly and saw that there were only twenty people in the church. "
"Impossible!" Catherine smiled charmingly. Don't think that I don't know how many members there are in the temple! Give me eighty, no less! "
"Twenty-five!" The Pope seemed to be more energetic again.
The hard bargaining that followed left Augustus stunned. The most proud members of the Church of Light are now like goods on the market, becoming the target of bargaining between the two parties.
It's just that the seemingly interesting process is filled with more and more blood. The blood had soaked through Catherine's bra and began to seep down to the hem of her skirt. But the Pope turned a blind eye to the blood, and Catherine only thought that the blood was not her own.
"Forty! No more!" The Pope spit out his final trump card.
"Forty is forty! But add the two of them!" Catherine pointed at MGM and Macbeth with her slender fingers like spring onions.
This time, even the half-closed eyes of the Pope were opened. He coughed a few times and was about to object when he was interrupted by Catherine: "Anyway, the two adults have just descended from heaven. Since you want to be familiar with this time, why not Come with me. I guarantee that you two adults will experience more wonderful things in this world!"
Augustus was livid. He never expected that Catherine would know about such a confidential matter between MGM and Macbeth. Where did this secret leak out
His eyes suddenly fell on Fiore. Under that electric gaze, Fiore trembled slightly and turned pale.
It was not Fiore's fault that Catherine smiled and stared at Augustus, he just knew that an angel had recently arrived in the church. I had just seen that these two gentlemen were of unparalleled elegance, definitely not seen in this world, and they were able to sit next to His Majesty the Pope, so I took a risk and made a guess. So seriously speaking, Lord Augustus, your actions just now confirmed my suspicion! "
MGM and Macbeth looked at each other, and MGM smiled as elegantly as Catherine: "I think it must be a very interesting thing to experience the world with Lady Catherine."
Now that MGM and Macbeth had agreed, the Pope stopped speaking out against it.
Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Catherine stood up and saluted the Pope. Then a flash of paleness passed over her face, and she fell softly.
The night in the imperial capital Richelieu had already begun to feel chilly to the bones.
Snapped! The emperor closed the painting in front of him and dropped it heavily to the ground.
Rogge stood aside humbly. He is not far away from the Emperor. With the boss in charge, the Goddess of Nature will not accidentally hurt the Emperor when she is angry. It's just that Rogge felt that the old manager's ability should be more than that. From the moment he stepped into the Emperor's study, there was no sign of the wrath of the goddess of nature. Although the Goddess God's masterpiece is irregular, there has been no movement for such a long time, which has never happened before. It seems that the goddess's divine power has been suppressed by a mysterious force.
Rogge quietly looked at the majestic imperial palace and felt that there were still too many secrets hidden in the Asrofic Empire that he didn't know.
"Didn't you already arrange to ambush Frederick on the way? Why did you send this painting over? Are you deliberately trying to anger me?" the emperor said with a gloomy face.
Rogge immediately replied: "Frederick has seen through our ambush and has fled back to the Tide Legion. Your Majesty, we are worried that he will incite the soldiers of the Tide Legion to follow him in rebellion. The internal fighting in the empire has damaged too many warriors. These Soldiers should die on the battlefield, not in the internal fighting among their own people! After all, Lord Straw was loyal to the empire. He resolutely gave up his belief in the goddess of nature and dissolved his alliance with the Druids. But Fet Lieutenant is the most loyal believer in the goddess of nature, and he will never compromise with us after we overthrow the City of Clouds. We send this painting in the hope that Your Majesty will know the evil intentions that Frederick hides secretly. The Empire The Tide Legion, one of the three major armies, can no longer suffer losses because of Frederick’s personal unwillingness to admit defeat.”
The emperor pondered for a long time, looked at Rogge and said: "I heard that you were possessed by the magic of Cloud City and now you can't protect yourself. Why don't you try to protect yourself and still actively participate in the political struggle? What on earth are you doing? What’s the plan!”
Rogge knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Although I am not a stranger to the empire, I have always been loyal to the empire! If I have a plan, it is to expand the empire's territory to the south and let the empire's The iron cavalry can gallop on the territory of the two empires of Austria-Hungary and Dro! And my personal selfishness is to find a position in the southern expedition army. You know, the Tide Legion is one of the most elite legions in the empire. The enemies facing the southeastern front of the empire are far less difficult to deal with than the Dark Forest and the Dwarf Empire. However, as a famous general of the empire, Frederick has made no achievements on the southeastern front for several years. How is it possible to say that he has no ambition?"
The emperor stood with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the flickering magic gun on the top of the palace, and remained silent for a long time.
Rogge knelt on the ground and said nothing.
I don’t know how long it took, but the emperor sighed heavily, my will... "
The old manager walked up slowly, spread out his paper and pen, and began to record.
"The order... Frederick commits suicide immediately... Please read and write the specific decree, Sarah Winger! I'm tired, you all can go down!" The emperor's tone was filled with helplessness and heavyness.
The old steward led Rogge slowly outside the hall. He suddenly said calmly: "Master Rogge, you must serve the empire wholeheartedly from now on! Marshal Frederick and the emperor have been the emperor's closest friends since they were young."
Rogge was startled and felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart. Frederick had no knowledge of this secret relationship with the Emperor, but Pompey and Alexander had no reason not to know. Could it be that after being angered by the inexplicable goddess of nature, my usefulness in their hearts has disappeared, so they allowed me to advise the emperor to get rid of Frederick
In this way, the unhappiness in the emperor's heart will naturally be directed at Rogge. When Rogge dies through magic, the emperor's anger will naturally dissipate. At that time, Pompey and Alexander would come forward to take over the ownerless Tide Legion, and the military power of the entire empire would fall into their hands.
From the perspective of the Asrofic Empire, there is nothing wrong with this situation. Pompey and Alexander were very loyal to the imperial family. They were ruthless and used their troops like gods. The Tide Legion fell from the hands of the merciful Frederick to their hands. Only the countries surrounding the southeastern front of the empire should be panicked.
But from the fat man's perspective, this situation is deeply inappropriate. He had been planning for a long time just for the moment when he could return to the south. Now that the gambling game is just exciting, how can there be no place for him in the game
"Dear Steward Sarah Winger, in your opinion... how long can I live?" Rogge asked with a smile, his expression as relaxed as if he was talking about the life and death of other people.
The manager looked up and down at Rogge. If Miss Androni can always stay by your side, then there will definitely be no problem in supporting her for a year. "
"What if she leaves?" Rogge continued to ask.
"It depends on your will and whether you can concentrate at all times. Judging from the growth of the goddess of nature's power, you will be unable to cope with the endless attacks in half a year, and will die due to occasional relaxation."
Rogge nodded and smiled: "Then I still have a long time! There are still many things to do."
The old manager looked at Rogge and said calmly: "The Wrath of the Goddess of Nature is a ninth-level magic. Simply speaking from the magic system itself, the ninth-level magic is already at the pinnacle of all magic in the world. But magic is just magic. The magic performed by the druid is completely different from the miracle performed by the goddess of nature. In this world, there has never been magic that cannot be broken. So Lord Rogge does not need to be discouraged. Maybe one day the river of destiny will be The solution will be brought to you."
Rogge chuckled and said lightly: "I hope so."
The old steward sent Rogge out of the palace and did not leave until he saw him stepping onto the carriage.
The carriage was empty, not even the driver. Rogge took the coachman's seat by himself and drove back to his residence.
Ever since he was struck by the wrath of the goddess of nature, everything around Rogge has become a place of death. With Froya's strength, she wouldn't be able to stay long, and it was even less possible for those elven guardian warriors to get close to Rogge. So Rogge could only drive by himself.
Since Androni flirted with her that day, although she didn't have many adverse reactions, she was no longer inseparable from Rogge as before. Most of the time, there is no trace of her, so Rogge can only face attacks that may appear at any time alone. It's just that Androni will return to Rogge every day to protect him so that he can rest peacefully and restore his magic and mental power.
Rogge returned to the mansion and walked directly to Froya's room.
He knocked gently on the door, and after a while, Froya opened the door. As soon as the door opened, Roger took a few steps back and distanced himself from her.
The little goblin's head was messy and the circles under his eyes were a little dark. It seems like I haven't slept well these past few days. Although her clothes were clean, they were not neat.
She suddenly covered her mouth with her hands and yawned. Then she remembered that Rogge was still standing outside, so she let Rogge into the room.
The two of them stood in a corner of the room. It couldn't be further apart. Froya was originally a very tidy and clean woman, but her room was extremely messy at the moment, with magic potions, materials, utensils and books piled everywhere. There are so many books about magic in particular. On the other side of the room, a space was barely cleared in the center of the large workbench, with thick notes placed on it. The extremely gorgeous and charming font is clearly written by the little fairy.
When Rogge saw Froya in the past, she was probably mixing magic potions. But this time she seemed to be studying magic books, and this desperate energy surprised Rogge secretly.
When the little goblin saw Roger standing next to a pile of magic books, he immediately screamed: "Don't stand there! Don't turn my books into monsters! Let's go out and talk about anything!"
Rogge smiled bitterly and had no choice but to take Froya to the terrace.
"Froya, I'm leaving for the Dark Forest in two days. I don't think it's safe for you to be alone in the Imperial City. It's best for you to set off immediately and go back to the City of Oracle." Rogge said.
Froya was obviously a little surprised by this sudden news, and her confused green eyes became much clearer. She frowned, biting a strand of hanging gold subconsciously, thinking hard.
"Damn fat man, are Pompey and Alexander planning to harm you? But although Druid has fallen, you should still be of some use to them. They are not novices in the political arena. How could they fall out like this? Is it because of... the wrath of the goddess of nature? Do they think you won't live long and have no use value?" Froya frowned.
Rogge looked at this extremely seductive little goblin, and was surprised by her keen political sense, but also a little fascinated by her inadvertently revealed charm.
However, he must now keep a distance from Froya, all the time.
Froya and Rogge looked at Richelieu in the night together, but she was in the left corner and Rogge stood in the right corner.
The terrace is very wide, so they are far apart.
"Froya, pack your things quickly when you get back, and bring all the elves back to the Oracle City. All..."
Froya knew all the elves that Rogge was referring to, including Fengdie and Rumsfeld. She asked: "What about the Elf Guardian Warriors? Don't you need them anymore?"
Rogge sighed and nodded now... He didn't want to see any elves. "
"Is it because of Feng Die that you don't want to face the elves?"
Rogge sighed lightly. How could he be so fragile? Fengdie's death indeed made me very sad, but the biggest reason why I didn't want to face the elves was because it would remind me of Adjani. After all, I failed to fulfill her last wish. "
Die... at least she was peaceful and happy when she went there! You fat guy always puts life first, but for her, I think death is really a relief. "
Rogge remained silent for a long time before sighing heavily.
"But one thing is very strange. Hasn't Rumsfeld been transformed into a Shadow Knight by you and erased all soul marks? Why does he appear in the City of Clouds and Nights and seems to have completely recovered? "
Rogge said slowly: "I have checked his body repeatedly. Rumsfeld has indeed been restored to the elf's true form, and all his abilities have been strengthened. But it is normal to say that the ability of the goddess of nature is It lies in nature and stability, so restoring unbalanced things to their original state is a skill that druids are very good at. Since I can transform Rumsfeld into a shadow knight, Yunxiao City has the ability to transform him back into an elf. There is nothing surprising about his ability. Judging from the situation before his death that day, he at least recovered part of his memory. Maybe it was just fragments of memory, but this already shows that what I said has erased his memory. How arrogant are the words of all soul imprints! The soul world is as vast and profound as the world we live in now. I just opened its door, but I thought I had stepped into every corner of it. I still remember In the Holy Scriptures of the Church of Light, it is said on page 5 of the chapter on Crime and Punishment that arrogance is a sin..."
Froya was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled softly, Fatty, how old are you! He speaks in such an old-fashioned way. You don’t even think about how many old guys are unable to defeat you now. Don’t you hate the Church of Light the most? Why would you still read their holy scriptures? I think you can recite it! "
Rogge laughed and said, "The first step in dealing with enemies is to understand them." The Holy Scriptures of the Church of Light are very interesting and worth reading over and over again. Putting aside arrogance and prejudice, it does contain infinite wisdom, and... "
He paused, then smiled and said: "...many secrets of the gods!"
Froya exclaimed in surprise, "Can't you buy it if you have money?" Believers who don't have money can also go to local teachings and browse at will. How could it possibly contain the secrets of the gods? Could it be that the holy book you got is different from the version I saw? "
Rogge shook his head and the holy scripture he took was no different from what ordinary believers got. It's just that I have dealt with several angels who have descended, and they have a relatively deep understanding. Therefore, many of the seemingly exaggerated and nonsensical miraculous records in the holy scriptures, as well as the descriptions of past and afterlife that are similar to those of some small religions, are actually true! "
"But..." Froya tried hard to recall the contents of the holy book, but still couldn't believe it: "But how could such important contents be made public like this?"
"Page 44 of Chapter 44 of the Code of Precepts says that God displays the truth in front of everyone, but the eyes of all living beings turn a blind eye to it." Rogge said with a smile.
Froya suddenly remembered something, and her beautiful face gradually turned pale: "If...if the things about the gods recorded in the holy scriptures are really enemies of the Church of Light, wouldn't it mean that they are enemies of the gods?" Haven’t you thought about this?”
Rogge smiled and thought about it. "
"Then why!" Froya stared at Rogge with her green eyes and shouted: "In fact, you can't defeat the Church of Light at all, and you can't be the enemy of the gods! Why is such an impossible thing still possible? What do you want to do? Now that you have power and money, wouldn’t it be good to settle down?”
The fat man chuckled. Apart from the gods recorded in the holy scriptures, there are other gods in the world. What's more, even if there is no hope for some things, you might as well do it. I've been smart for so long, and it's not a big deal if I'm stupid once in a while. "
Froya's eyes became brighter and brighter. She stared at Rogge and said, "That's not the case. You must have other reasons!"
Rogge laughed. Stop guessing. How can I be so complicated? Don't worry about me, everything will be fine when I come back from the dark forest. Just stay in the City of Oracles and I will come find you when I come back. "
Froya sighed, knowing that if she continued to ask, the damn fat man would definitely not tell her. She sighed, rested her ribs with her hands, and while looking at the blurred *** in the distance, she asked quietly: "The empire's huge army was defeated in the dark forest! It's too dangerous there, can you?" Can’t you tell me, what do you want to do in the dark forest? If you don’t have to go, you’d better not go!”
"I want to go to the dark forest to pick up some things and do some errands along the way. These things are very important, so I can't do it without going."
Froya sighed faintly. Fatty asked you but refused to say anything. You always distrust others, so how can people treat you sincerely? "
Rogge was startled, and after carefully savoring Froya's words for a while, a faint sourness slowly emerged from his heart.
He sighed, Luo Ya, I am actually not sure about what I am going to do in the dark forest this time. However, operating in a place like the Dark Forest is much easier for a few people than an army of tens of thousands. Don't worry, I'm definitely not in danger of my life. Even if you knew about these things, you wouldn't be able to help me. On the contrary, it would only increase your worries, so why bother? You have a good rest in the City of Oracle, I will be back soon. "
Froya didn't say anything for a long time.
After a while, she suddenly said: "Will you take Annie with you?"
Roger nodded.
Froya said: "Then I feel more relieved. Where is the Death Class? Why haven't you seen him for so long?"
"Even if Nicholas is not dead now, he probably won't live for long. Death Squad knows this very well. His mission has been completed, and he will naturally not stay by my side anymore."
"This damn old man! He knew he would run away as soon as the money mission was over, and he didn't show any affection at all! He should have put some poison in his food and drink!" The little goblin couldn't help but curse.
Rogge chuckled, thinking that if the little goblin was serious about poisoning, no matter how strong the body of the Death God class was, he would probably be poisoned on the spot.
It seems that he will not offend her easily in the future.
The fat man looked at the moon in the night sky, stretched, and was ready to go back.
"Wait!" Froya stopped him.
The fat man turned back and said with a smile: "What else is there? I can't accompany you now!"
Froya didn't seem to hear Rogge's teasing words, and just said: "Can you suppress that damn magic and prevent it from happening?"
Roger nodded, no problem. It will never do anything within two minutes now. "
"Then close your eyes."
Rogge smiled slightly and closed his eyes.
At this time, in order to suppress the wrath of the goddess of nature, his mental power was running at full strength, and a faint silver light appeared in his skin.
In the breeze, a faint fragrance came quietly. It passed by Rogge's nose silently.
The softness of the two pieces of ice gently touched Rogge's ears, and then Froya's low and slightly hoarse voice sounded. Those soft breaths quietly touched the deepest part of Rogge's heart:
"If you can come back to see me, then I... will make it easier for you once."
The breeze with a breath like orchid passed by Rogge and went into the distance.
Rogge had a satisfied smile on his face, and it took him a long time to open his eyes.
A strong wind roared across the endless wilderness of the North Country. The wind carries sand and gravel of various sizes, and occasionally when the wind is weaker, larger stones will fall.
The wind blew over the wilderness, and large amounts of sand and gravel fell like rain. It hit the remains of a huge dragon bone, making a dense crackling sound.
A ray of light flashed in the dim sky, and Weina's figure appeared above the dragon bone. The Dragon Soul Gun in her hand pointed diagonally at the ground. You can see streaks of silver light flowing through the transparent gun body.
Wella looked at the dragon skeleton below speechlessly.
There was not a single speck of meat on the bones, and they were picked extremely clean. In this wasteland where there are no scavengers at all, this can only be explained as the dragon meat has been picked away. The keel bones were in pieces, the teeth and claws were all missing, and there were countless cuts on the thick ribs.
Wella sighed softly.
Not long ago, the predecessor of this horrible dragon bone was spitting out monstrous dragon flames, fighting five strong men on its own under pressure, and among its enemies, there was even a god!
Did Nicholas, the former genius of the Silver Dragon Clan and famous in the Dragon World for his silver miracles, end up like this
Wella couldn't help but feel a faint dislike for Lentini and her army of golems.
Anyone who sees the silver dragon's body will not let go of the mountain of precious raw materials on it. But the Silver Miracle was once a very rare and tyrannical existence in this world. After digging up its body, why not spend a little more time burying the bones that cannot be taken away, leaving it with the last bit of dignity
She gently touched the Dragon Soul Gun in her hand and sighed softly. Although Lentini was annoying, she followed her plan step by step, and the effect was even better than the most optimistic scenario in the plan. After all, destroying the bones of a silver dragon to this extent requires a certain amount of family relationships and enough perversion.
Wella's wrist trembled slightly, and the war gun immediately released a faint silver mist. It formed a dragon shape in the air. Although the mist is thin, it can still be seen that this is a proud, majestic and elegant dragon.
This is the angry soul of Nicholas that is permanently sealed in the Dragon Soul Gun.
The dragon soul in the air spread its wings and circled several times, then discovered the corpses on the ground. It froze immediately. He stared at the keel full of scratches in disbelief. It was in severe pain, and in its agony, fragments of the past life flashed across its soul like lightning.
Nicholas was so angry that it suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a dragon roar containing endless anger and sorrow!
This silent dragon roar floated in the air and kept spreading to the distance.
Wella tightened the five fingers of her right hand, and the dragon soul gun flashed a burst of silver light. The dragon soul still flying in the sky was immediately sucked back into the spear by an irresistible force.
She turned around a little lonely and stepped into the void. After all, there is one less powerful person in this world who can be her opponent.
The moonlight in Dragon City during the day was less hazy and more rough.
Originally, the entire Moonlight Dragon City had been glowing with silver light all year round. These lights not only add beauty to Moonlight Dragon City, but are also quite feasible for defense. The silver light stinks of the dragon god's favor. It has a powerful weakening effect on any negative energy related to darkness. As a result, even the most powerful enemy of the Silver Dragon, the Black Dragon Clan, is unwilling to fight the Silver Dragons within the scope of Moonlight Dragon City.
But at this moment, the moonlight Dragon City has long lost its brilliance. The strong wind roars past the Dragon City that stands high on the top of the dangerous peak, mercilessly hitting the outer wall of the Dragon City with sand and gravel.
The wilderness of the North is already cold at this moment. Staying in the Moonlight Dragon City, which stands tall and is almost close to the clouds in the sky, you will feel the biting cold even more.
In his memory, this was the first time that Cranio experienced what cold was. Listening to the howling cold wind passing through the passages of Dragon City, she felt colder and colder for some reason. Later, he started to tremble slightly!
Cranio could not explain why a mighty silver dragon could not withstand the chill of the wind. She only felt that in the endless chill, there was also a little bit of uncontrollable sadness and panic. It seemed that some invisible existence that she absolutely did not dare to face was already standing in front of her.
The howling wind carried a sad dragon's roar...
Cranio jumped up in shock. Although this silent dragon roar could not be heard by others, she could! Craneo, who was once the dragon god's prophet, possesses a perception that far exceeds that of other silver dragons.
She knew that was Nicholas' call!
Cranio fluttered his wings. He flew out of the Moonlight Dragon City and quickly flew towards the direction where the dragon's roar came from.
Not long after flying, her eyes fell on the corpse of a giant dragon that just appeared on the horizon.
Krathio let out a sad dragon roar, and uncontrollable tears welled up in his amber eyes. She dived hard and fell almost straight to the ground. Then he rolled a few times involuntarily, and finally stopped next to the dragon's skeleton.
Although it was in pieces, even though it had been cut into pieces, even though there was no trace of flesh and blood on the keel, Cranio knew immediately that this corpse belonged to Nicholas.
That once silver miracle...
Craneo whined lowly, gently rubbing the skull of the dragon's corpse with the dragon's head, and stretched out the dragon's tongue, licking the skull of the giant dragon. She didn't dare to look at the dragon skull, which had no horns or teeth at all, but she couldn't avoid the sight in front of her. She even began to imagine that the next moment, the dragon skeleton would turn back into an elegant silver miracle and respond to her endless love.
Cragno's tears kept flowing.
She didn't know she was crying.
The wind was getting colder and colder, freezing her heart.
Cranio suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out bursts of dragon roars that penetrated the clouds at the top of his lungs!
That's her crying!
She finally cried...
The dragon's roar ranges from sad to weak, from clear to hoarse.
Cranio suddenly stopped crying.
The wind turned up a pile of sand, revealing the body of an armored soldier. The soldier's armor is branded with the emblem of the Golem Legion of the Babylonian Empire. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)