There was a loud "clang", followed by a scream of "ouch". Rogge and the rocking chair leaned back and fell heavily to the ground. wwW.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com Even though Rogge was thick-skinned and thick-skinned, landing head first on the ground still made him feel dizzy for a while. He got up from the ground with difficulty, and it took him a while to drive away the stars and birds flying around his head.
The scene in the dream is still vivid in my mind.
I don't know how long they have been fighting for. Rogge is already exhausted. The golden light in ***'s skull has also dimmed a lot. However, the zombies are still inexhaustible.
Suddenly, a new energy group began to form on the black mountain peak dozens of miles away. In Rogge's telepathic world, the energy was dark black with traces of blood, and it continued to grow stronger at a thrilling speed. As the energy finally formed into a huge black and red energy group, an extremely powerful mental wave struck in all directions like a furious wave. The soul energy of the slightly weaker zombies was like a candle in a typhoon. There was no room for struggle and it was extinguished in an instant. Suddenly, on the plain that was originally densely packed with thousands of zombies, only *** and a dozen zombie lords were still standing. As soon as the spiritual powers of the two sides came into contact, Rogge felt like he was struck by lightning. Endless hatred, destruction, and killing came from that mental shock wave. At that moment, Rogge could hardly restrain his madness.
In the blink of an eye, the soul energy had locked onto the *** and moved towards it at an alarming speed. Rogge screamed in agony, *** This madman must not rush forward to seek death again. Although he still can’t see what kind of creature it is, but based on the intensity of this ball of soul energy, it is definitely not *** *Can deal with Rogge.
***The sickle circled in a circle, and a blood-red arc shot out in all directions, forcing several zombie lords around him away. *** glared at the direction the energy was coming from, roared silently, and then a small golden spiritual light ball flew over with a thin and beautiful flame tail. Seeing that he was about to hit the huge ball of soul energy, Rogge was ready to cheer. The energy rolled around, and a dark red lightning shot out, knocking the small golden ball of light into ashes.
*** and Roger were stunned for a moment.
"Run! You idiot with a skeleton! A brainless skeleton!" Rogge, who had regained consciousness, couldn't help but roar at *** through his mind.
*** jumped into the sky, but it was heading towards the ball of energy.
"Oh my God!" Rogge groaned.
The *** bone wings in the air unfolded slightly, and this time there was an almost completely transparent membrane between the bones that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
The *** circled softly and skillfully, lost its direction, and flew away gracefully.
The fat man was not so lucky. He was thrown out of the air and rolled downwards.
The zombie lords on the ground gathered in a pile, looking up to the sky, and all of them were drooling.
Rogge screamed and tried desperately to jump up to the sky, but his head came into close contact with the floor.
Rogge grumbled and got up, cursing the damn ***. However, he didn't dare to call the police out for a clear explanation. After experiencing two other worlds, Rogge already understood that this was definitely not just a dream. But after witnessing the fighting prowess of the Japanese army, Fatty knew that he was no longer the opponent of the Japanese army. What's more, this dead skeleton is so cruel that he can actually throw himself down from the sky. Isn't this counter-intuitive? Do you still think of yourself as the master in your heart
The fat man sighed and had no choice but to swallow his dissatisfaction. There will be many places where you can rely on your penis in future fights. If you offend it this time, don't give yourself a knife in the back. The relationship between mages and pets is so depressing.
The depressed Rogge looked out the window at the darkening sky, got up and went out to discuss the plans for the Hammer of War with Faith and Franco.
On a cold night, the lanterns were turned on, and snowflakes were floating in the sky. But it was bright and steamy inside the Holiday Inn.
In a quiet single room on the third floor, several nobles and Faith gathered together for the first time in a month. Ete seemed to have gained a lot of weight, and his legs and feet were still not very neat. Being injured by fighting spirit was no joke, not to mention that one-third of the flesh and blood on his thighs had been blown away cleanly at that time.
After the farewell, we had a small gathering and everyone was in high spirits. After everyone talked about romantic affairs and gold-coined beauties, they began to seriously discuss the development plan of the "Hammer of the God of War".
Rogge spoke first: "Brothers, our new Hammer of the God of War is about to open. This time, we have to make it look like it, so that when the nobles think of the Hammer of the God of War, they will immediately think of it. It’s status! It’s a symbol of wealth! It’s cool! It’s the screams of those bitches and the envy of the common people! But then again, the name is too much like a dwarf shop. Damn it, who on earth thought of such a shabby store in the first place? Name?"
"Who else besides you?!" Aite didn't give Rogge any face.
The fat man's face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't help it, so he started the topic: "Of course, what we make must be good! There must not be any cutting corners! If we throw in one gold coin, we will get back two gold coins! I What I mean is that even if War God’s Hammer cannot make the best weapons and armor, it must definitely make the most exquisite and beautiful things!”
For you, the more gold used, the more beautiful it is! "Franco said with vicious sarcasm.
Rogge was furious and stared at Franco, eager to try. Franco disapproved, snorted, and picked up a delicate small silver fork. The fat man rolled his eyes and sat down again. Fighting Franco with a handgun in a small space was undoubtedly asking for death.
Faith's mouth was stuffed with lobster meat, and he said vaguely: "Stop making trouble, it's serious business to find some assistants for me. I can't do everything by myself, right? Besides, let's get a magic circle." I'm good at it, but I don't know if the armor and weapons are beautiful or not, or whether they suit the taste of those characters!"
Lens also said: "It's really useful to make things beautifully. Judging from the things sold, those things that are exquisitely made and beautifully made have at least a half profit, and they are always sold first. Dropped. The quality of other mediocre ones is actually no worse than these fine products, but the money earned is much less. Since the opening, not counting the acquisition of adventurer trophies, our fine products have earned more than 20,000 gold coins in total, but those Ordinary people only earn four thousand gold coins."
Kate interjected: "Although the profit of ordinary equipment is thin, the advantage is that the quantity is large, so we can't let it go. I think we should open a new store to specialize in this kind of business. If we can squeeze into the fertile land of the army, , and it is also a source of wealth. At least we can let Lord Wennington of Farburg purchase our things specifically."
Rogge said: "Well, I think we need to find a group of more craftsmen, and Jin will be responsible for the guidance and training. They can make some ordinary weapons and armor. This way we can digest some of our own best iron ore." The raw ore is sold like this, and I always feel that I have made a bit of a loss. This workshop can be placed anywhere in the city. As for the Hammer of the God of War, we have to find a few real masters of art to design the style. It is best to find a few more who know the best. The etiquette of the upper classes, they know what will be popular among the aristocracy.”
Etter continued: "By the way, when I was being treated at the church, a little girl who was a volunteer there seemed to have said that her grandfather was a great sculptor. What's his name? What's the fog, what's the illusion, what's the name?" Are you coming?"
Franco's eyes lit up and his voice trembled: "Is it the Master of Fog Fantasy? Is he in Lille? I heard that he offended a big noble in the Austro-Hungarian Empire in his early years. In order to avoid disaster, he vowed not to make art again. , the noble let him go. Then he disappeared. I didn’t expect him to be hiding here. I still have one of his works at home! The style of fog fantasy works is like clouds and mist, exquisite and beautiful. It also makes it difficult for people to grasp its inner meaning, so it got the title of mist and fantasy.”
He closed his eyes, thought about it for a moment, and then sighed: "That is truly soul-shaking art!"
When Rogge heard this, he became more energetic and asked: "Is this mist fantasy really so harmful?"
Franco glanced at Rogge dissatisfied: "He is a master who can truly stay with time. I just heard that he has a weird temper, a stubborn temper, and an extreme hatred of the nobility. If you want to persuade this person to design items for the nobility, I don't think so. Don’t even think about it.”
What! Don’t we have enough ways to deal with this kind of old stubbornness? Rogge smiled sinisterly, "He is just a piece of dark steel, but I want him to bloom like a flower!" How about that Ian? In the end, he didn’t just do all the tricks honestly? "
Lance said: "I don't know if that little girl is his granddaughter. If she is, hehe, that would be easy!"
"Lence! I'm telling you, don't take advantage of that little girl. In the past month, I've lost my leg to her!" Etter drank dissatisfiedly.
Lens chuckled, "Okay, I will definitely keep this for you." "
Unknown frowned, Rogge said: "The city here is no better than other places, we can't do too much now. Otherwise, Ofiloch may not be able to protect us. Besides, why does he take care of us so much? I still don’t understand, so it’s better to be careful in everything. If you want to make a career, you can’t get upset over these trivial things. What’s more, it’s okay to do this kind of thing behind the scenes, but it’s extremely disgraceful to mention it. Let those who are interested see it. , if we are too careful, it will be inconvenient for us to do anything in the future. Either do it cleanly and thoroughly like Ian, or simply let it go for now. There are many ways to deal with this kind of old thing. And It doesn't necessarily have to be about killing people and killing some people. The top priority is to find out the information about this old guy and see if he has any hobbies? We can just go with him. If that doesn't work, just frame him. If he has no reason to explain, he can only obey us. If there is no other way, let's try to make an idea of his granddaughter. In short, we must let him be used by us. And it is best to let him do his best. "
Several people immediately began to discuss. After many trials, the scum became much calmer and their sharp edges gradually faded away. The poisonous plan he came up with was meticulous and ruthless, and it was watertight. Compared with two years ago, the difference between the essence and the subtle is beyond reason.
Several maids passed by the door, but they felt the cold wind blowing and couldn't help but shiver a few times.
The afternoon sun shone lazily on the streets and alleys of Lille, slowly waking up the city that had been sleeping in the cold winter. Sunshine is the most equal. Whether you are a noble or a commoner, you will all benefit from the sunshine.
Isabella walked happily through the streets of the slums, as if she were a beating note. Low shacks, rugged dirt roads, pools of frozen sewage, odors floating everywhere, and all kinds of strange sounds of mothers beating and scolding their children, neighbors quarreling, cocks crowing and dogs barking, all failed to affect her mood in the slightest. . She has grown up in this place since she was a child, so she loves everything here and all the people here. God said to love the people in this world, so she followed God's teachings wholeheartedly. Volunteering at the church three and a half days a week was her happiest time. Although there is no income, bathing in the glory of God and being able to help other suffering people in the world are the best rewards.
The girl likes the sun and will be happy as long as the weather is sunny. The seventeen-year-old Isabella is tall and tall, standing at 1.70 meters. She looks much more mature than her actual age, but her little face that has been blown away occasionally reveals a childish expression, which gives away her appearance. The true age of the owner. Isabella is very white, so white that it is almost transparent, but the lively girl will always add a touch of blush under this transparent white layer.
The girl has exquisite facial features, a pair of big eyes that are always looking around restlessly, and a smile that is always on her lips. She is always very popular with people around her. The priests in the church were very kind to her, and a young priest even secretly taught her some light spells. Now Isabella can barely use the most basic minor wound healing spells.
The girl has reason to be happy. Mr. Etter, who she has been getting along well with for the past month, has provided her with a job today, taking care of his room and courtyard, and she gets a full gold coin a month. Grandpa no longer has to eat only brown bread every day. We can have bacon every day. If we save a little, grandpa can also drink a small glass of wine every day. Neighbors would be envious of this kind of life. If I work like this for two years, I might be able to build a wooden house. Grandpa is old and suffers from rheumatism. With a new house, he will be able to suffer less in winter.
That Mr. Etter is a really good man. He is not generally tall and strong. He is a whole head taller than me. Many men are not as tall as me. Although his clothes are quite casual, he is very clean. His face is rough, but he looks more and more handsome. . Thinking of this, the girl's heartbeat quickened a little and her face felt a little hot.
The girl walked in confusion, her mind filled with thoughts of Ete. "Mr. Etter seems to be young, how can he have so many adventures? In the past month, the experiences he talked about have not been repeated. The stupid iron bear in the next street has been pestering him all day long. I can only talk about the horses he takes care of, or the trivial matters at Mr. Gibmel's house. However, the injury on Mr. Etter's leg is so scary. I have been in the church for four months. I have never seen such a terrible injury. When I first saw it, I could see the bones through the wound, but Mr. Etter never screamed.
The confused girl kicked down two baskets on the road, scared a few hens, and almost hit an aunt.
The girl came to a small courtyard, if this five or six square meters area can be called a courtyard. There is an old tree in such a small yard with a twisted trunk. It can be seen that its life must be as rough and painful as most people who grow under the shade of the tree. The small courtyard is surrounded by a fence. The fence is just ordinary wooden strips, but somehow, looking at it makes people feel extremely calm. The snow in the courtyard was swept clean and spotless. The noisy and dirty environment is separated by that fence.
A skinny old man was sitting in the courtyard, chopping firewood. There was a small red clay stove beside the old man, with a pot of tea boiling on it. The exquisite little teapot is simple and elegant, and streams of hot steam are slowly overflowing from the spout. The thing the old man was chopping was more like firewood than a tree stump. It was somewhat rotten, but in this winter, it was extremely frozen and hard. The old man held a rusty ax in his hand. He slowly raised it and then dropped it. Just like cutting into a piece of tofu, he chopped off a piece of firewood that was one foot long and three fingers wide.
"Grandpa!" The girl flew into the old man's arms like a cheerful bird.
"Grandpa! I found a job! I get a full gold coin every month! You no longer have to eat black bread every day, and I have money to buy you medicine!"
The old man gently stroked the girl's head lovingly and said with a smile: "Silly boy, grandpa is so old, why should he still take medicine? But you, you have really suffered too much. By the way, the church When did you become so generous and have a gold coin for a month’s work?”
Isabella's voice suddenly became quieter, and she whispered: I manage the courtyard for a gentleman. "
The old man's voice immediately became serious: "Is he a noble?"
Tears were already welling up in the girl's eyes, and she muttered: "It seems, it seems so..."
With a crash, the old man smashed the small teapot next to him with an axe. He was shaking with anger: Have you forgotten how your parents died? Who put us in a place like this? Seeing the hungry and cold people unable to breathe, the girl turned pale with fright. She quickly supported the old man, but her tears couldn't help but flow down.
The old man calmed down a little, shook off her hand, walked into the house, and slammed the door.
The girl cried: "But grandpa, your illness can't be delayed any longer!! Besides, Mr. Etter is a good man..." The girl's voice became lower and lower, and finally she choked.
The girl sat helplessly on the ground sobbing, and a snow-white silk handkerchief was brought to her eyes. Isabella took it and wiped her tears, suddenly realizing that this was a luxury she could never afford. Now that it was dirty, what should she do
She raised her head in panic and saw a kind, fat face with a smile so warm that it seemed like it could melt even ice and snow. (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)