Rogge has not had a dream for a long time. With his strong mental power and the tenacity of the Necromancer, it is impossible for him to have another dream. wWW.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.cOM
But at this moment, Rogge was in a daze, not knowing where he was. He was surrounded by gray mist. He tried to wave his hand, but the mist was like substance, leaving a layer of slippery ice on his hands. stucco. The surrounding light was oppressive and dim, and only things within ten meters could be seen clearly. A dead tree stood alone not far away, and all its branches were twisted in strange ways, which was extremely strange.
There is no breath of life here.
Rogge did not reject the aura of death, but such a pure and strong aura of death made him feel extremely uncomfortable. This is where? Roger shouted loudly, but no sound was heard.
"This is the world of death, the paradise of the undead, and the final purgatory for all living things!" A cold, evil, and sharp voice broke through Rogge's mental barrier and sounded in his mind. "Who are you?!" Rogge yelled, but there was no news from that voice.
Roger wanted to scream, but there was no sound. I want to run, but I can't move. All that is left is fear, despair and collapse.
A strong suction force from the distance sucked Rogge into the air, quickly breaking through the mist and flying away through the air.
Rogge looked at the weird forest, the gray-black river, and the bare hills passing by quickly under his feet. This was his first experience of flying, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. But he still couldn't move, and all he could do was protect his whole body with his mental power to prevent his anger from leaking out. This strange world will constantly absorb the energy of living beings.
The sky is also gray. The clouds are like lead and the wind is like a knife. It's so depressing that one wants to go crazy.
Looking through the clouds, there is endless gray. There is a little light in this gray, but I don't know where this light comes from.
A huge bone bird was flying in the air, heading towards Rogge. Rogge's heartstrings gradually tightened, but there was nothing he could do. His face was distorted and his eyes almost popped out.
With a swish sound, the bone bird passed through Rogge's body, as if the fat man was a shadow.
The fat man drew an arc, fell from the sky, and headed straight for a small mountain.
Countless skeletons are scattered everywhere on the hill, but among them there is a skeleton standing proudly, with an occasional cold light flashing from the dark black sickle, it is ***.
Rogge rushed down, and *** turned his head, as if looking at Rogge. There was a bang in the fat man's head, and he felt like the world was spinning. When he woke up, he felt that he had become one with his body, but he still couldn't move. Only his powerful mental power was sucked away like a tide.
A gust of wind blew up from the sky, and all the bones within a radius of tens of meters were swept up and flying in all directions. The flames in ***'s eye sockets turned from pale to dark red, and a touch of black spread from the top of his head to the top of his head, quickly dyeing it. A white skeleton was dyed deep black in the blink of an eye, and the original scars on the skeleton disappeared without a trace after being dyed black.
*** raised his head and screamed silently, the bone wings behind his back that had been hanging weakly were blooming like spring flowers, gradually opening and raising.
The black color stained the sickle along the ***'s hand, and the dyed handle began to squirm like a living thing, like an old vine growing crazily along the handle. Several sharp metal thorns protruded from the broad sickle blade. After the blade itself squirmed, there were a few more twists and turns, and tiny lightning bolts continued to flash across the blade.
An invisible barrier force field stretched out from ***, extending to about ten meters. Creatures in this enchantment will continue to be mentally impacted by various negative emotions. Of course, this barrier is completely useless in this paradise of the dead.
After a long time, *** raised his head and looked towards the other side of the mountain. Rogge, whose mental power was almost exhausted, also clearly sensed an ancient, evil, cold and arrogant existence over there.
Excitement, fear, and anticipation all hit Rogge's nerves from ***'s mind. He didn't know how to understand the facts before him. In the past, he could only give various orders to the *** with his consciousness, but he could not feel the existence of any consciousness of the ***. But now Rogge could feel ***'s strong emotional fluctuations, but he didn't have any clear consciousness.
*** suddenly jumped high from the top of the hill, gliding in the air for more than ten meters like riding the wind and breaking waves, before falling down and disappearing into the gray mist.
In the fog, Rogge exhausted his vision and could only see five meters. The *** moved extremely quickly, rushing towards the mountain. Along the way, he climbed up and down, occasionally dodging a sudden dead tree, which only frightened Rogge to the point where he broke out in a cold sweat.
Rogge finally calmed down. Since he couldn't see clearly with his eyes, he simply used his mental power to search around. The fat man's consciousness gradually sank, as if he had submerged himself into a quiet lake. The distance in the eyes is still five meters, but outside the field of vision, the outlines of some objects gradually emerge from blur to clarity. Rogge was overjoyed, and as soon as his energy dispersed, he could only see a five-meter range. The fat man quickly collected his thoughts, and the objects outside his field of vision reappeared. Slowly, Rogge became more and more familiar with this state of mind without joy or sorrow. His mental power spread out like a living thing, and the objects he sensed also went from large to small, from near to far.
Suddenly Rogge's spirit came into contact with a mass of evil and cold energy. The sudden shrillness, ferocity, and extreme desire for flesh and blood almost made Rogge suffocate. At the same time, *** immediately turned his head and looked in that direction, stood still, turned around, and rushed over.
A zombie emerged from the gray fog. The flesh of this zombie has turned black, but it is extremely strong. It is covered with simple leather armor and holds a short scythe in each hand. Through studying various collections of undead creatures during this period, Rogge immediately recognized this as a zombie warrior. Zombie warriors are often transformed from warriors with high martial arts skills and strong wills in life. They retain part of their fighting consciousness and skills in life. Compared with ordinary zombies, they can be 10 times, 8 times, 5 times or 6 times more powerful, even if they are not experienced. A small number of zombie warriors evolved from ordinary zombies, but they are not as powerful as the former ones.
*** rushed in front of the zombie warrior, raised the scythe high, and slashed it down. The zombie warrior raised both scythes high, trying to seal the fight. ***The sickle in mid-air suddenly shot up, dodged the seal, and struck down with one strike. The zombie warrior moved very quickly. Although it was unexpected, his body still instinctively dodged back. Although the enemy's sickle hit it, it was a little helpless because of its tenacity. It only made a wound more than a foot long and an inch and a half deep on the chest. The skin and flesh at the wound were opened, and only a piece of dead gray was visible. The dried meat is completely different from the rotting and pus-oozing wounds of ordinary zombies. The zombie warrior's movements didn't seem to be affected by the wound at all, and were still very fast.
*** was a veteran in dealing with zombies. He immediately applied the tried-and-true tactics and began to circle around the zombie warriors with his sickle, disappearing and disappearing. From time to time, he broke through the zombie warriors' defense line, leaving a wound that was only not deep. As the saying goes, too many ants kill an elephant, and there are too many wounds, so the movements of the zombie warriors can't help but slow down. However, due to the lack of natural strength of the skeleton, *** can only fight a protracted battle with the zombie warriors.
Rogge once again tried to explore the zombie warrior with his mental power, and sensed a thin layer of magical energy covering its body. Rogge, who was familiar with low-level magic, knew that this was the effect of magic armor. He didn't expect that this zombie warrior was born with this kind of protective magic. This is completely inconsistent with what is contained in the collection. Rogge concentrated his mind, raised the frequency of his mental power again, and sensed the previous cold energy in the zombie warrior's body. Now that we are so close, this mass of energy is as eye-catching as a beacon in the dark night. Rogge's heart moved, and he carefully tried to wrap the ball of energy with his mental power. Then he shouted loudly, exploded with all his mental power, and shot the ball of energy fiercely. The zombie warrior's whole body immediately shook, and the protective energy of the magic armor faded away like a tide. Then it continued to shake and struggled desperately. Pain, fear, and even sadness hit Rogge like a wave. At this time, the fat man's will was as firm as steel, and he was unmoved at all, just squeezing the energy with all his strength.
How smart is ***, how could he let go of such an opportunity? Under the mad dance of the death scythe, more than a dozen black threads criss-crossed into a net, floating silently over the zombie warrior's body. The zombie warrior stood still for a moment. After a moment, there was only a bang, and it broke into dozens of small pieces and scattered all over the ground. The ball of energy also exploded, turning into countless points of shining light and scattering in all directions. *** jumped for joy, sucking in all the energy floating around, and merged it with the energy deep in his skull. That kind of satisfaction and joy is just like a desert traveler who has been in drought for a long time and drank from the clear spring, moistening his whole body. Rogge also borrowed a small amount of supplements.
There was solemnity in the air.
*** and Roger stopped enjoying and waited quietly. Many times of life and death situations have already cultivated one person and one skeleton's extremely keen intuition.
The surrounding environment was projected one by one into Rogge's spiritual world. The small group of dazzling golden light in the middle was the original energy of God hidden deep in ***'s skull. There was a purple-black circle around the golden light, with little golden lights floating around. The mist made Rogg extremely familiar. It seemed that he now existed as this spiritual energy mist. During this time, ***'s energy has grown a lot.
Around the golden light of the sun, dozens of cold, pale energy groups lit up one by one, some were bright and some were dark. Among them, seven or eight energy groups had the same energy as the zombie warrior just now, and there was another largest energy group in the distance. Shining with a cool light blue light, the energy intensity is almost equivalent to three zombie warriors. Rogge felt a chill in his heart and glanced at the entire battlefield. As far as the eye can see, zombies of different levels are crawling out of the mud with difficulty.
*** and Rogge had the same mind at the moment, they could only let go of the evil existence on the other side of the mountain for the time being. It seems that the group of zombies on the outside here alone cannot be dealt with, so it seems that sneaking away is the best option. Of course, ***'s thoughts were by no means that complicated. He just seemed to understand Rogge's thoughts and rushed out in the opposite direction of the largest energy group. On the way, I killed a few low-level zombies crawling out of the soil with a few swords.
Just as they were about to break out of the siege, a zombie soldier blocked the way. *** and Rogge repeated their old tricks. Rogge attacked the zombie warrior's energy core with all his strength, making it stand still. *** slashed it away with a knife, but the knife was surrounded by lightning and easily broke through the zombie warrior's protection. Although the magic armor still failed to cut it in half, it cut it in at least more than a foot deep. The zombie warrior's energy group began to float away again, but the gunman had no intention of absorbing it. He chopped down the two low-level zombies blocking the road again and walked away.
Rogge clearly felt that the chasing light blue energy ball was full of anger and unwillingness. However, it is difficult for zombies to compete with skeletons, and their speed is too fast to be compared to skeletons. The most powerful zombie (at this moment, Rogge still doesn’t know whether it is a zombie lord or a thousand-year zombie king) wants to catch up with Mendu. No. Since he had no worries about escaping, Rogge concentrated all his mental energy and struck the ball of light blue energy, causing it to scatter in all directions, just like a candlelight in the wind and rain. Rogge himself felt uncomfortable and felt dizzy for a while before he recovered.
Rogge laughed proudly, but before he could finish laughing, he saw *** rushing straight towards a cliff and jumping down. The rapid fall made fear like an angry tide, drowning Rogge. . . . . .
"ah!!!!!!!!!"
With a scream, Rogge turned over and sat up, sweating through the pillow. He gasped for air, not knowing for a moment whether it was a dream or reality, or whether it was both real and illusory.
"Sir Rogge, what's wrong with you?" A pretty maid opened the door and walked in, her eyes dim with sleep and her robe half-undressed. "Are you having a nightmare? Do you want me to accompany you?" The maid's eyebrows were full of amorous feelings.
Rogge sat quietly, recalling the situation in his dream, and seemed to have some realization. He looked at the maid, and the purple-black mist flashed across his eyes. The maid immediately groaned, two streams of blood flowed from her nose, and fell to the ground softly, fainting.
"Ah ha ha ha ha!!!" Rogge looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The lightning flashed outside the window and illuminated his face, just like the reincarnation of a devil.
After a thunderbolt, it rained heavily.
Shortly after the canonization, a recruitment order was issued in Lille City, and Rogge and others set off to the royal capital to take up their posts. Anyway, at this time, the territory has begun to have some order, and everything is on track. The iron ore shipped out, the Hammer of the God of War, may be used up less than half, and the rest cannot be sold for much money, except for the maintenance of the castle. The rest of the maintenance costs are used to build roads.
Winter in the mountainous areas is still very cold. A heavy snowfall a few days ago turned the entire mountainous area into a silvery white. The afternoon sun shines on the trees, refracting into a colorful halo, like a crystal palace.
More than a hundred dragon and beauty mercenaries marched leisurely on the way out of the mountain. Seven months ago, they were either defeated soldiers or ruffians. But after many hardships in life and death, those who remain are veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles and killed without blinking an eye. Although old habits are hard to change and they still look a bit gangster, there is a faint murderous intention in everyone.
Buddha relies on gold clothing, and people rely on clothing. The mercenaries were already well-equipped, and after a month of repairs in Sellersburg, their equipment was renovated. Everyone wears a scarlet velvet cloak, and half a bronze vest hangs on the chest of the horse. This group of mercenaries pulled out looked like a group of ace knights. How could you have imagined that they would be just a third-rate unit? The fifty or so people at the end of the queue were wearing simple leather armor, carrying bows and arrows, and followed the mercenaries on foot. These people are the mountain people that Rogge recalled, and Fatty is ready to train them.
Rogge, who suddenly fell seriously ill (actually due to exhaustion of mental power), still couldn't figure out whether that night was a dream or reality. Three days passed, and his mental power was only recovered by half, but the fat man mastered it. The secret of psychic shock. At this moment, the fat man was sitting in a warm carriage, enjoying the treatment of a sick patient. It's just that the bumpy road often wakes the fat man up from his deep sleep.
Finally arriving in Lille City on this day, the mercenaries and Kate went to report to the military headquarters separately. As an independent cavalry brigade, Rogge and others had a small camp of their own in the Third Knights' station. Go to the military headquarters to register, receive seals, collect military pay, get equipment, make team flags, etc., etc., etc., etc., there are a lot of trivial tasks, and only a few nobles are busy complaining.
Just the matter of this team flag, I had to deal with it twice. At first, it was Lens who volunteered to order the team flag. When he came back and unfolded it, he saw a fat dragon riding a **** body. Sure enough, the face of an angel and the figure of a devil were all revealed. Franco turned blue.
Then Rogge went into battle, and four days later, there was an elegant fairy dragon on the flag next to a stunning bard. It was really a beautiful and unparalleled beauty. But Franco looked more and more familiar, and finally recognized that this was the most popular girl in the "Elf in the Night", the largest gold-selling den in Lille. As soon as this team flag is raised, I am afraid that he will be impeached by the Noble Overwatch Council immediately, and even Ofiloch will not be able to protect everyone. Sighing, Franco, who was already overwhelmed, had to take over the team flag job again. Everyone laughed evilly, as if they should have been like this a long time ago.
Rogge claimed that he was ill and had no consciousness of being a captain. He hid in his room every day to practice his spiritual power and magic power, and read various books on necromancy. Most of the spells in necromancy are various curses and creature summoning spells. The necromancer may use his own magic power to simulate a soul-like energy core. Although the undead creature thus formed has average combat power, fortunately it does not consume much magic power and can also accept simple combat instructions. Another way is to collect the souls of the living and attach them to undead creatures. The combat power of the undead creatures thus formed is closely related to the souls of the living and has certain wisdom. If it is the soul of a strong person, it will form a very powerful of undead. At this point, Rogge finally understood that the lumps of energy he felt in the dream turned out to be the souls of undead creatures. It's just that I can't tell whether it is made of magic power or comes from the soul of the living.
The source of God that makes up the human body is the purest and most powerful soul energy. ***, is a foreign object that should not exist.
Existence is reasonable. Which ancient philosopher once said this.
The rationality of existence lies in the fact that only what is reasonable can exist. Someone argued.
Even if it is unreasonable, as long as it exists, is it reasonable
What is reasonable? What is reason
The fat man was dizzy.
"Even if it's unreasonable, I and *** are here! If anyone starts talking nonsense again, I'll cut him in half. Then I'll let you cease to exist. How can you make sense?!"
While the fat man was struggling with abstract thinking in his room, a soldier in plain clothes rushed directly into his room. Rogge recognized that this was a knight guard beside Kate. Seeing that his face was bruised and swollen, he didn't know why he was so panicked.
"Your Excellency Rogge, something bad is happening!"
"Speak slowly!" Rogge shouted.
"Your Excellency Kate took a dozen of us Lionheart knights to secretly go to the 'Demon Abyss' casino to gamble." At this point, the young knight blushed a little, but the blush was not obvious under the bruises on his face. "For some reason, a dozen people from the Second Knights were also gambling there. They recognized us as members of the Lionheart Knights, so they came over to provoke us and were beaten up by us. Unexpectedly, the grandsons called us for more than a hundred The number is here, now Boss Kate is blocked inside, he ordered me to break out and come to you for help!"
Rogge immediately threw aside the "World View of the Necromancer" in his hand, jumped up, and shouted: "Come here! Call the brothers to assemble the copycats! Get sticks! Don't bring swords! By the way, don't wear military uniforms !”
The Dragon and Beauty mercenaries have been tamed to the point of being suffocated this month. They can hear fights, so they are really good at their movements. Rogge had just counted to fifteen in the small school field, and all his men had already gathered together. So a group of people rushed to the casino in a hurry.
The mercenaries, who should be called knights, came to the entrance of the casino and saw two ferocious-looking men guarding the entrance of the casino, allowing only people to leave and no one to enter. The aristocratic scum have become masters after long battles, and there is nothing wrong with them. Rogge gave an order, and twenty dragon and beauty knights rushed forward. Ten against one, they immediately eliminated the guards at the door and rushed into the hall.
The hall is very spacious, but it is in a mess at the moment. There was a crowd of big men in the dark, probably not more than 160 or 70 people. All the big men were wearing brown cloth shirts, which looked like the undershirts under the knight's armor. At this time, everyone was shouting and cursing around a small door on the edge of the hall, but there was no movement inside. Only Kate was guarding the door with a wooden gun in her hand. At this time, several more big men rushed forward. Kate turned aside, letting the first five rush into the house, and then blocked the door. With a few shots of wooden guns, she knocked down the remaining three big men. The room was also very lively, and then it became quiet after a while. After a few "thumps", the five big men were thrown out, their vital parts covered with bruises.
After Rogge and others poured into the hall, there was a commotion among the big men, and a man who looked like he stood out from the crowd and said loudly: "I am the captain of the Second Knights, Pasis! These are the brothers from that part of the world. ? This is a private matter between our Second Knights and the First Knights, so those who want to meddle should think twice!"
At this time, the knight who brought Rogge whispered: "This Parsis is an eighth-level knight, sir, be careful. I'm afraid reinforcements from the Second Knights will arrive soon, and we have to fight to the death!"
Rogge asked in a low voice: "Has the Second Knights fought in recent years?"
The Lionheart Knight said: "It seems that he has never been on the battlefield."
Rogge felt relieved and shouted: "I belong to the independent brigade of the Third Knights! Let me go quickly, and we can still live in peace!"
The Parsis looked at each other and laughed loudly. As the main knights, how had they ever put these miscellaneous troops in their eyes
Rogge was laughed at so much that his face turned from white to green, and then from green to black. Just as he was about to shout "Hit me hard", Franco rushed to Pasis like a wisp of smoke, and the three-foot stick in his hand pointed at his eyes like a poisonous snake. Pasis was shocked. He didn't expect these people to beat him whenever they asked. If he hurriedly ducked behind him, Franco's stick would pass by his eyelids. Before he could react, Franco silently made another move, causing Pasis to roll on the spot before dodging it. But was Franco so easy to deal with? Once he had the upper hand, the shadow of the stick flourished, and the bag of descendants of Parsis was everywhere, the root of happiness. In the face of the disaster, Pasis rolled around on the ground, so agile that Fran couldn't pick him up for a while. According to old legend, the mysterious oriental alien continent has unique martial arts, and one of them is underground kung fu. This Parsis might have received a true biography.
The mercenaries of Dragon and Beauty are brave and vicious. Although they don't use swords, they have endless ways to fight in the market and save their lives on the battlefield. The orthodox knight's martial arts were of little use in this melee.
The Second Knights were indeed well-trained. A dozen big men formed a dense charging formation and rushed into the Dragon and Beauty Formation. In a matter of seconds, they knocked down several people and went back and forth. In the middle of the majestic wind, a small black and transparent ball flew over, exploded slightly, and a spiritual oscillation spread. It was Rogge's third-level magic fear technique. All the big men immediately lost their souls and dispersed like birds and beasts. The two who were determined and unaffected were immediately knocked to the ground by the Dragon and Beauty Knights.
When several big guys from the Second Knights saw that Rogge was a mage, they thought they had something to gain, so they rushed over as a team. Rogge snorted, and in front of everyone, he easily lifted a large gambling table weighing several hundred kilograms, and threw it over with a roar. He immediately pressed the big men under it, and with a clicking sound, several ribs were broken. Indispensable.
There was a moment of silence in the casino, and everyone was sweating coldly.
Fatty's modified body is full of brute strength, and he can still jump like flying even after wearing more than eighty kilograms of full-body armor. It's just that his martial arts skills are really mediocre, and Fatty has no interest in practicing martial arts. When he meets a master, he is like a scalper meeting a cheetah, and he will definitely not be able to fight back.
Lens hid behind the pillar, displayed a delicate crossbow, and shot three-inch short arrows, but this time it was filled with anesthetic. One by one, the knights of the Second Knight Order fell down inexplicably.
Seeing an opportunity, Kate also led the knights in the house to fight out. Now everyone in the 2nd Cavalry Regiment was gone.
Black mist floated behind Rogge, and a skull poked out to take a look. Seeing that the battle was decided, he retreated again.
While they were sipping tea, the Dragon and Beauty mercenaries used insidious fighting methods that had never been seen before and unheard of in the Second Cavalry Regiment. With fewer enemies and more enemies, they beat all the big men to the ground. Only Pasis was still struggling.
Franco was black and fluttering, and he stabbed Pasis hard with a wooden stick, while Pasis rolled and crawled, wailing from time to time, and didn't notice that he was rolling around Franco. . (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)