In the battle of "Demon Abyss", the independent brigade of the Third Knight Order "Dragon and Beauty" rose to fame. wwW.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.coM The battle situation that day was secretly compiled into multiple versions of reports and sent to the desks of several big shots. The expressions of those who read the report varied, some were gnashing their teeth, some could not help laughing, and some were disgusted. The parties involved knew nothing about this.
The parties involved are surprisingly tacit in keeping the matter secret. The Principality of Bavaria has strict military management and strict military discipline. Private fights between soldiers resulted in one month of solitary confinement and twenty lashes. If word spread about a fight of this scale, and it was taking place in a casino, the leaders might lose their heads. That Parsis is determined to suffer the immediate loss, and he can only seek revenge in the future.
After hearing Kate's explanation, Roger and others felt relieved. Otherwise, if everyone had caused such a big disaster, they would have fallen into the trap of bandits again if they had not received their military pay for two days.
In the next few days, everyone spent time in fear, but they were not idle either. They were busy buying land and houses separately, and actually planned to live here in Ercheng forever. One hundred "Dragon and Beauty" knights and the fifty mountain people were locked up in the military camp and tamed by Franco. It was said that the goal was to "survive in the street melee." This is a preparation to prevent people from the Second Knights from provoking provocations on the streets in the future. There is a saying that good things never go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. At this time, in the military camp of the Third Knights, people from other brigades, even the regular knights of the First Knights, looked at the "Dragon and Beauty" knights differently. That look contained admiration, envy, disdain, jealousy, and so on.
Perhaps because he was afraid of poverty since he was young, Rogge had a soft spot for having his own little nest. Fatty missed his first small building in Farburg very much. Even if it was full of institutions and messy, it was still his first home. And that wonderful night, the unparalleled madness after escaping from death, the moans, the straight and strong legs, the exhaustion as if being drained after a thousand miles, are all so profound. Suddenly, Rogge missed Qiwei very much, which was an inexplicable emotion. Qiwei has a fierce personality, a proud figure, a beautiful face, outstanding martial arts skills, and she is young. Even in this current era of strict hierarchy, people still respect the strong and powerful. Although she is only a commoner, she is much better than a descendant of a declining noble like herself. Rogge knew that if nothing unexpected happened, it would be impossible for him to get such a woman.
Maybe that's why that day is so memorable. Roger thought mockingly. For him, or for a man, Qiwei's martial arts are actually of no use. All he wants is her body and face. Although she is beautiful, she is far from as stunning as Elesis, and there are not a few civilian women with such looks. But combined with these factors, there are not many women who can compare with Qiwei. Just like the weapons and armor of War God's Hammer, they are indeed high-quality products in practical terms, but they are by no means a peerless weapon. But after all kinds of decorations and gimmicks were added, it immediately looked extraordinary.
By the way, there is also a sense of conquest! Rogge knew that Qiwei must be disdainful and condescending to him. "But so what? Why don't you let me look at you, touch you all over, and fuck you to the sky?" The fat man thought fiercely. It should be this contrast between status and reality that makes him feel so happy. The feeling of satisfaction does not lie in having sex with Qiwei, but in having sex with a woman that he could not get based on his status.
It's every man's dream to be able to fuck a famous woman.
"This is conquest!" Rogge was somewhat proud. But another voice in his heart said: "Is this also called conquest? You just used despicable means to get her body. Did you destroy her will? Or did you get her heart?" The fat man was silent.
"How can there be so much wordiness these days! I only want your people, not your heart!" The fat man thought angrily.
Having fucked a famous woman doesn't mean it's over, you have to find a way to let other people know about it. This has become a symbol of status. All outstanding women follow me. I have something special about me. As for what is extraordinary, hahahaha, think about it for yourself, kid! As for how to let others know, there is also a lot of knowledge here. I can no longer talk about my woman when I meet anyone. To get around the twists and turns, it's best to let them figure it out on their own. Talking to any kind of person is also a matter of knowledge. Birds of a feather flock together. If you show off this to a coolie, you will definitely be regarded as an idiot or scolded as sick.
But after much thought, Fatty realized that Qiwei's matter was too disgraceful to mention. Even if a nobleman bullies others with power, he must have a minimum demeanor. If he can fight one-on-one, he will fight alone. If he cannot fight, he will fight with others, but he must always be upright. When it comes to seducing women, nobles are even more particular. What they want is to win both hearts and minds. He was both trapped and drugged. Apart from those scum and those who harmed his friends, there was really no way he could talk about it. This made Rogge feel a little depressed about walking in fine clothes at night.
Although there are many mediocre people among the nobles, and there are also many losers and prodigal sons, they are all endowed with the desire to win and strive for advancement. After a lot of hard work, you have gained your status and status, so there is no reason not to let people know about it as soon as possible. Therefore, a wealthy family with a long history and pure and noble bloodline shows that there have been several kings and several princesses in the family genealogy. For those second-rate people, there have been many princes in history, but it is still not enough. It is necessary to show off their current official positions and fertile land. There are also those wealthy businessmen, although their status is not high, but the jewelry and utensils are extremely valuable, and even the nobles are jealous of them. As for the declining nobles and their family backgrounds, the aristocratic style must not also decline. As a result, a few family heirlooms became things that the elderly had to show off to their children and grandchildren during festivals.
As for the strong, most of them are not exempt from vulgarity. The status of magicians is already very respected, but the Magicians Guild still needs to establish a hierarchy. There are obvious differences in clothing, color and accessories between levels. Magic power does not equal combat power, Rogge already knew this. Since I, a rookie mage, know it, there is no reason why those masters don't know it. There is actually not much difference between those who have it and those who don't have it. However, there is still an endless stream of mages who go for level appraisal every year like crucian carp crossing the river. The appraisal fee is not cheap. From this income alone, the Magician's Guild is extremely rich. Of course, as an outstanding representative of smart people, the services provided by the Magicians Guild are not ordinary. Speaking of the style of the magic robe of this high-level magician, it is carefully designed by real masters and has styles from all over the world. The style is simple but elegant, and it is a classic design that will never go out of style. It is specially tailored by expert tailors, which is not comparable to the mainland products in ready-to-wear accessories. Therefore, every high-level magician (generally refers to a magician above level 12) appears to be personable, elegant and wise.
Rogge's eyes suddenly lit up as he was thinking wildly. Yes, a man cannot be without status. If he has status, he must show it. The words "God's Hammer" should become a symbol of status. In the future, low prices You can't sell the things you own. The real big customers are not willing to use the same things as the common people. As for the wealthy businessmen, you can't ignore them. As long as you increase the price by a few percent, some high-quality products that were originally only sold to the nobles can be sold to the nobles. As long as you don't violate any taboos, you can take it home. This Faith is indeed a master in making magic instruments, especially armors, but his taste is a bit poor. Besides, how many things can he make in a month by himself? Now The loot from adventurers acquired by War God's Hammer has already piled up, and it needs to be turned into gold coins quickly. It seems that it is time to hire a few more skilled craftsmen. This art master must be one, shouldn't he? How about finding a master of etiquette? It seems like we should discuss this with Franco.
In the blink of an eye, Rogge walked into his small courtyard through the snow. The house is not big, with a two-story building attached to a courtyard of about 500 square meters. There are seven rooms in the small building, four upstairs and three downstairs including the living room. Compared with Rogge's building in Farburg, this small building is not big and limited, but the location is much better. This Binshe Avenue is the junction between the wealthy area and the civilian area. In other words, it can be somewhat connected to the noble community.
Land in Lille is expensive, far from comparable to semi-border areas like Fort Fortress. This bit of property cost Rogge two thousand gold coins, which really made the fat man feel pain for a long time. But it's worth the money. The original owner of the small building was also a declining nobleman. He spent his whole life on art and history, and he also had great experience in garden repair. This small courtyard has been renovated to be elegant and quiet, showing great ingenuity. An old tree can shade most of the yard in summer, and its hanging tree can also add to the scenery of the yard in winter. A winding path made of gravel connected the courtyard gate and the house door. A flower stand was set up in the foyer, and dried vine-like plants were still coiled around the flower stand, quietly waiting for the beginning of spring. The lawn in the courtyard has dried up in winter, and there are two carriage lamps painted black scattered on it. When it is lit at night, the faint yellow halo makes people returning home feel extra warm.
Roger walked around the small courtyard and was extremely satisfied. Entering the room, he lit up the fireplace, moved a fifty-year-old rocking chair, simmered lazily by the fire, picked up a copy of "On the Nature of Undead Magic" and started reading.
The book was written by a great necromancer fifty years ago. As a typical example of heresy, the necromancer was unfortunately destroyed by the Holy Church, and all his properties naturally became owned by the church. This book was sent to Rogge by Ofiloch, who almost scared the fat man to the point of pissing himself. It's normal for a magician to summon some undead creatures, but it's completely different when you read this. Right next to the Great Temple of Light, where God's glory shines brightest, there is also the darkest place - the Inquisition. Except for a few festival days throughout the year, the flames at the stake of the Inquisition were never extinguished. Therefore, every time Rogge reads this book, he always chooses a place with no one around. There are no servants or cooks in the small building now, so I can just read a book quietly.
The so-called undead magic, to put it bluntly, is actually magic that deals with souls. From this point of view, it is quite close to many magics of the light system. Undead creatures all rely on the support of various negative energies to move, and their intelligence and instincts come from the soul simulated by the mage or the soul of the living directly inserted into it. All kinds of weird undead creatures are the result of the combination of different bones and various souls. The soul benefit of simulation is stability. After thousands of years of tempering, the spells of necromancy have been quite perfected. If the mage wants to summon a skeleton soldier, a skeleton soldier will appear. The results of using the souls of the living are very uncertain. Many times it is a complete failure. More often, various inexplicable creatures will be summoned. For example, using the soul of an evil warrior as a guide, it is possible to summon a sword walker or a skeleton general. But once a relatively easy-to-use undead creature is formed, the necromancers have a certain chance of learning how to simulate this soul state. If successful, a new method of summoning the undead will be created.
For example, corpse-eating beasts are low-level undead creatures produced in this way. Corpse-eating beasts are huge in size, with highly toxic pus flowing all over their bodies. They move slowly and mainly rely on absorbing the dead energy from corpses. But it is far from being able to directly absorb soul energy like ***. It can only be slowly absorbed by swallowing the corpse whole. The corpse-eating beast can spit gastric juice containing huge poison, and has very good physical and magical defense. It is a good choice for defending important roads.
Roger was fascinated. The author of this book actually drew a picture of a corpse-eating beast. Rogge looked at it, but felt bursts of black mist float out of the book. An earth-shattering roar accompanied by an indescribable stench hit his face. A giant beast crawled out of the mist, but it was a three-meter-long beast. The tall, green and yellowish corpse-eating beast was staring at him eagerly.
Rogge took a breath. Facing this sudden corpse-eating beast, he didn't bring his axe, armor, or any other equipment. How would he fight this battle? Preserving his life was so important that Fatty had no time to think about why he suddenly encountered such a thing while reading, but he firmly remembered the four-character comment about the corpse-eating beast being "slow." Rogge turned around and was about to escape. A very familiar suction force lifted him up and flew away through the black mist.
It's that familiar gray again.
While Rogge was baring his teeth and threatening in vain, *** unceremoniously sucked Rogge into his body. Rogge's mental power once again leaked out like water from a broken basin. "Just suck it. Anyway, the mage and the pet are two sides of the same body, and their honor and disgrace are closely related." Rogge thought with a wry smile. In the past two years, Rogge has been practicing hard and has made a lot of progress in his mental strength and magic power. Especially since the last dream, my mental power has improved a lot. This time, after I finished smoking, I still had less than half of my mental power left.
Like a basin of ink pouring down from the head, another black streak started from the head and spread rapidly downward. With a "clicking" sound, the bones of ***'s whole body stretched, and he became more than three inches taller. The sickle that never leaves your hand is constantly squirming and growing like a living creature. From time to time, a white rotten flesh-like substance would turn out from the inside, and then quickly turn black and hard, forming a new layer of the sickle. A burst of joy clearly spread from the vagina to Rogge's mind. Rogge could only smile bitterly. Which book said that undead creatures also have emotions and sorrows
"If this is a dream, let me wake up quickly!" the fat man groaned.
Lines of black mist spread out from the body, and some zombies around slowly stood up. Only then did Rogge notice that there were more than a dozen zombies lying on the ground next to the police station. One of them was a zombie warrior, with every wound on his body showing deep bones. Balls of death energy shot out from the body, blasting the existing zombies to pieces, and the carrion flew in all directions. The pale underworld flames ignited from the feet of the *** again, and quickly expanded into a ten-meter fire ring. The zombies in the fire ring were quickly burned out, leaving only a few shining substances floating in the air. up in the air. These substances slowly come together and eventually form a piece the size of a fingernail. Rogge's mental power gently stretched over and touched the piece of material. The little thing immediately started twisting, expanding continuously, and finally turned into an extremely thin and huge membrane, floating over, covering the body, and slowly melting in.
***'s death sickle also stopped growing. At this time, the sickle was thicker and half as long. It was more than four meters long and had a hideous shape. From time to time, a dark red electric fire jumped from the tip of the knife to the handle, shot out, and melted a small pit on the ground that was emitting light smoke.
*** A cry of joy, of course, silent. But Rogge heard it with his spiritual power, and the whistling sound was like an oriole coming out of the valley, or like the breeze playing a harp, it was extremely sweet. It's just that the oscillation of mental power was too loud, like a thunderbolt, causing stars to fly in front of Rogge's eyes.
***The sickle pointed diagonally at the sky, staring at a black mountain peak looming in the gray distance. Rogge once again sensed that ancient existence. As his mental power increased, Fatty could more clearly feel the unfathomable power of that existence. However, *** was already running wildly on his feet, with the bone wings on his back fully extended, as if he was walking on the wind. He jumped up and slid lightly over a dozen feet.
In the blink of an eye, we have reached the place where we failed last time. The zombies emerged from the soil one after another. This time the leaders were three zombie warriors. At the moment of the battle, Rogge concentrated all his mental power and aimed three mental shocks at the energy cores of these three zombie warriors. These three groups of energy suddenly lit up, like candles in the strong wind, and were on the verge of extinguishing. ***The huge scythe carried a purple electric fire, drawing a perfect arc and directly cutting the two zombie warriors in front. The third zombie warrior was weak in energy, and its energy core was directly destroyed by Rogge. He fell to the ground motionless.
Lines of black energy danced wildly around the body with soul-shattering roars, and all kinds of zombie limbs flew everywhere.
At a glance, endless zombies are emerging from the soil, crowding, rubbing, and slowly pressing up, like a sea of zombies!
But *** was extremely persistent, walking upstream step by step. With each step forward, more than a dozen zombies would fall. ***'s eyes were still staring at the black mountain peak in the sky, staring at the ancient existence on the mountain peak.
Rogge blasted out a mental vibration with all his strength. Like a strong wind, with each wave of spiritual energy oscillating, dozens of energy sparks would scatter with the wind, but more candles would light up in the darkness.
Human beings are obsessed mostly for the sake of. ***So persistent, but why
In this era, skeletons are also crazy. (QuanBen Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)