The colorful torrent rolled and surged from the unknown void, entangled and gathered into an even more turbulent and magnificent river, roaring across this world of consciousness. w wW\QUAbEn-XIAoShUo\c omAnd he is just a fallen leaf undulating between the peaks and valleys of the waves, sometimes walking on the top of the peaks and waves, sometimes walking on the roaring tide. The stormy waves were as powerful as running snow, and huge waves came one after another, throwing up and falling this fallen leaf, and washing away countless sand and stones that were deposited in the deepest part of my memory.
Figures flashed before his eyes. Among them, there is a woman sleeping in a coffin, whose peerless face is as peaceful as a clear spring, and the stone is traceless. The unpredictable Audreyh is always hidden behind the lingering mist; there is a woman who is as cold as ice on the outside and as hot as fire on the inside. Elesis, and Ofiloch, who is like the god of war. Then Adjani, Froya, Androni, Hughes and others appeared one by one, and even a very short figure appeared in front of him, lingering.
He tried hard to search for who this short figure was in his memory, but he only felt that the dwarf Nakba he had seen before was somewhat similar to it.
The strange and bizarre dream lasted for who knows how long.
It was as if he was reliving the moment before his death. In the end, all light and shadow turned into silver eyes and darkness. But this time, the black flame gradually became one with the darkness, and could no longer be distinguished. Only the silver eyes shining with soft light seemed to be the majestic hope in the endless darkness.
In the haze, someone hugged him tightly and pressed his cheek against something soft, giving him a strange feeling of comfort and peace of mind. In the cool and sweet aroma. It seemed as if a pair of cold, smooth and gentle hands were wandering around his body, and wherever they went, the severe pain that had been tormenting him in his dreams was swept away.
He slowly sank into the deepest ocean.
I do not know how long it has been…
He slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of sunlight fell on his face. It took him a while to get used to the bright light and slowly he could see the scenery in front of him clearly.
The top of the luxurious Victorian bed comes into view first. The mahogany bedposts are carved with laurel patterns, supporting overlapping tents. These beautiful fabrics are handicrafts of the desert peoples in the southwest of the continent. It is precious not only because of its exotic alternative art, but also because of its rarity.
He tried to move, but found that all parts of his body were extremely unresponsive. It was like the distance between his brain and his hands was 10,000 kilometers, and he was extremely uncomfortable for a while. He could only move his eyes and use his only relatively sharp organ to look at the world around him.
This is a large and gorgeous room. Whether it is the rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window or the decorative cabinet in the corner, the ubiquitous curves and large amounts of carved decoration exude a typical Rococo style atmosphere. It is worth noting that there is a crown decoration on the bedside and the top of the cabinet.
"Master Rogge, are you awake? Great!"
Rogge felt that this cool and slightly hoarse voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for the moment. He tried hard to turn his head, but there was no strength left in his body.
A pair of cold, delicate hands stretched out and helped him up. For some reason, Rogge always felt that there was an unconcealable murderous intent and a strong smell of blood behind these gentle hands. This is not directed at him, but is just a record of past experiences.
Rogge turned around and saw Mei's beautiful face. She was still as cold as ice, but the dark circles under her eyes due to fatigue gave her indifferent face a strange touch of humanity. She helped Roger sit up, and then took a blanket and put it on him. The gentleness and considerateness of her movements were very contradictory to the coldness of her expression, which gave Rogge an inexplicable strange feeling. Why Mei and not Froya? Rogge felt that his thinking was still slow and he could not think well.
After a while, Rogge woke up a little, and his body's feeling gradually recovered. He asked weakly: What time is it? Where is the goddess? "
Mei said: "You have been in a coma for three days. After the battle was decided that night, the goddess's floating city flew away, and I have never seen it appear again since then. In addition, you are now in the Delaware Palace. The Delaware Imperial Household has announced its surrender, sir." Next, Mei briefly reported the current situation to Rogge.
Both sides suffered heavy losses in the siege of Tiffany. The Imperial Army suffered more than 10,000 casualties in battle alone, and most of them were elite Tide Legion soldiers. Almost all the regular troops stationed in Tiffany were killed in the battle, and the number of civilian casualties of more than 800,000 in the city was also extremely shocking. The current statistics only indicate that the number has exceeded 150,000!
Many of them were killed by Dige for helping to defend the city, and many died in the rebellion. In addition, there is also a large and extremely strange death block in the city. Not to mention the soldiers who fill the streets and alleys, almost all the civilians in the area died at home, and the few survivors are on the verge of madness.
They couldn't hear any women's voices at all, especially women's screams.
Rogge smiled weakly. He naturally knew that this was the work of the undead banshee. In this way, there are at least 200,000 more dead souls in and outside Tiffany City.
enough.
**Are you awake
He tried to summon the police, but as before, there was no response at all. Rogge smiled bitterly. It takes a long time for the Dark Dragon Magic Array to purify soul energy, not to mention the incomplete Dark Dragon Magic Array. After all, he had only been in a coma for three days.
Rogge's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly remembered the wrath of the goddess of nature! He had been unconscious for a long time and had completely lost his ability to suppress the wrath of the goddess of nature. Logically speaking, he should have been dismembered by the divine power of the goddess of nature long ago. Rogge concentrated on gathering his mental power. Fortunately, although his physical strength and magic power were empty, his huge mental power was still intact as before.
Deep in his soul, the power of the goddess of nature was condensed in one place, like an emerald green pearl, floating quietly in the spiritual ocean, as if sleeping, without any sign of activity.
Rogge was slightly startled, completely confused as to how the power of the goddess of nature, which was always so vicious, could be so docile. As soon as his thoughts moved, there was a little ripple in the sea of consciousness. The power of the Goddess of Nature suddenly released a soft light, slowly began to rotate, and thousands of strands of green light spread slightly. Before Rogge could understand, the green light expanded into a huge green screen in an instant, quickly rushed out of Rogge's body, and began to look for prey everywhere!
Rogge's surprise was not trivial. He shouted lowly and gathered his mental strength to kill the goddess of nature's crazy counterattack with one fell swoop.
Mei, who was leaning next to him, exclaimed, and in the blink of an eye, she had already retreated out of the door!
Clouds of smoke and dust suddenly exploded in the room, and the expensive bed, furniture, paintings and antiques were instantly reduced to ashes!
With a plop, Rogge fell heavily to the ground. His body was still unable to move at will. The fall caused another sharp pain in his chest and abdomen. He felt like the world was spinning and he almost fainted again.
Mei at the door poked her head inside, gritted her teeth, jumped in again, and helped Rogge up. Her movements were gentle, but her body shone brightly with fighting spirit, and she was obviously on full alert.
Rogge really smiled bitterly this time. He didn't expect that his mental power, which was rising too fast and was not under control, would cause such destructive results. It seems that this is the unexpected gain brought about by the desperate struggle with the power of the goddess of nature during this period. However, Rogge did not feel very proud. Although this kind of attack inadvertently carried out with mental power was silent and hard to prevent, compared with the mental impact that directly rushed into the consciousness and soul, it was not a skill at the same level.
Seeing that everything in the room had been destroyed, Mei had no choice but to help Rogge to another room.
Rogge rested for a while, and his physical strength and energy recovered a lot, so he continued to listen to Mei's report on the past three days.
Mei is indeed an excellent intelligence officer. She can always explain one thing clearly in a few words. But one thing that surprised Rogge was that Winner was actually captured alive! This master, who was famous for his alchemy skills, was indeed an alternative among the top ten magisters. It's just that Wen Na would rather die than surrender and has been on a hunger strike for three days.
Facing a legendary figure like the Grand Magister, even a person like Wallace would not dare to mess around, let alone torture him at will. He could only wait for Rogge to decide. But Rogge remained unconscious, so Rogge's friends began to intervene to persuade Winner to surrender.
After listening, Rogge nodded. He checked his body. Although he was still covered in thick bandages, with his terrifying regenerative physique, the wound would be completely healed in less than two days. He recalled the information he knew about Wen Na in his mind, and reluctantly stood up and walked. Let's go take a look at Master Wen Na. "
Winner was imprisoned in his tower. Rogge was stunned as soon as he stepped into the cell, his face was extremely strange.
Winner's situation was tragic and embarrassing.
Imprisoning a great mage is not an easy task. Even if you can't meditate, the Grand Mage's magic power will slowly recover. Even if one's hands and feet are tied and one's mouth is gagged, silence and instantaneous magic are enough to make approaching the Grand Mage a very dangerous move. What's more, magic such as opening locks, disarming traps, and releasing restraints are not difficult skills. Any great magician can easily add a number of skills such as extreme effects and silence to them. Obviously, a great alchemist like Winner is an expert in dealing with captivity. But the person who imprisoned him was an expert among experts.
In the center of the cell was a huge glass tank, as tall as a person, filled with water. Winner was standing in this big vat. His feet were locked at the bottom of the tank, and his hands were hung from the ceiling, with a cotton swab with a sharp needle hidden inside between his fingers. If Wenner tried to use his hand gestures to perform magic, if his movements were slightly larger, the steel needle in the cotton swab would pierce his fingers fiercely. Even a person with extremely strong willpower would be slightly distracted by the severe pain on his fingers. It's also enough to make magic fail.
The water in the tank just covered Winner's bald head. His nose was firmly clamped by a clamp, and a hose was extended into his mouth for him to breathe. If Winner wanted to recite a spell, the water in the tank would immediately pour into his mouth, flushing the rest of the spell into his stomach and choking him half to death. Moreover, if he is soaked in water, even if he can cast silent magic, electric, fire, and ice magic will not be able to be used, leaving much less room for Wen Na to use.
However, what most refers to are the several fine gold mixed silk threads connected to Wen Na's body. One end of the silk thread is a magic needle made of mithril, and the other end is connected to a magic torch. The magic flame in the torch flickers on and off.
Rogge was a ferocious figure who had used dragon eggs and Amaro as the source of magic power in the Oracle City. He was a great expert in how to absorb the power of living beings. He knew at a glance that these magic-drawing needles were inserted with great knowledge. Every time Winner's magic power is restored, it will be absorbed by the magic needle to provide lighting for the magic torch. Even if Rogge did it himself, he would never do it better.
At this point, even if there was no one guarding him, there was no way Winner could escape.
Rogge looked around and saw that the cell was hastily remodeled from one of Winner's laboratories. There were many mechanical parts scattered around. In the corner of the room, there was also a large experimental table with various items placed on it. With countless precision tools.
At Rogge's signal, Mei drained some of the water in the glass jar and exposed Wen Na's mouth. Wen Na spat out the hose in his mouth, let out a loud sigh, and cursed: "You Asrophek pigs! Come and kill me if you can. Don't even think about me working for you! Ouch! These Damn ghost needle!"
Rogge shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was also a great magician himself and knew what it felt like to have every drop of magic power sucked away by the magic needle. That is definitely a kind of torture, torture that is only effective for magicians! It seems that the person who arranged all this is not only well aware of the magician's weaknesses, but also has extremely vicious methods. Just thinking that Winner had been in this environment for three days, the fat man couldn't help but admire the bald old man's will.
Rogge ignored Wen Na's scolding and just whispered a few instructions to Mei. Mei went out and walked around, and more than a dozen mages filed in, followed by a group of soldiers.
What are you going to do..." Wenner, who had been cursing, suddenly shouted in a higher pitched voice, with a hint of trembling at the end, almost turning into a scream.
Rogge smiled happily, still ignoring Wen Na, and just said to Mei: Remember, you must not be rude when treating a noble person like Master Wen Na. It must not be tortured like barbarians, at most it will destroy the spirit. "
As soon as a dozen mages entered the door, they directed the soldiers to move all the metal objects out of the room. Every time he took away something, whether it was a finished product or a part, or even some freshly cut metal bars, Wen Na looked extremely painful, yelling again and again, and the curse words in his mouth made people more and more suspicious of this great mage. He who is profound and knowledgeable is highly admired.
For a moment, the room was empty, and there was no trace of metal in sight. Winner also became sluggish and could no longer even hear the curses. His eyes swept around absentmindedly, trying to find something, even if it was a strange screw.
Seeing Wen Na's reaction, Rogge smiled with great satisfaction: "Master Wen Na, although I don't know who took the initiative to treat you like this, but I am also a magician, and I know that this feeling must be uncomfortable. Speaking of which It's really rude, how could they treat a great mage like you like this? Maybe we should have a good talk..." Before Rogge could finish his words, he heard voices coming from outside the room.
"I really didn't expect this old man to be able to withstand the magic needle for three days. Even if he wants to fight me, he's still far from it! I still have a lot of tricks that I can't use!" Rogge's seductive and pleasant voice was very special. The familiar one is none other than the little fairy Froya. Somehow, Rogge suddenly remembered the hateful and loving time he spent with her when he went to capture the dwarves.
Rogge looked at Winner with a malicious smile on his lips. Sure enough, as soon as Winner heard Froya's voice, a look of flinching immediately appeared on her face.
"Your Highness, if you are willing to listen to my suggestion and remove all the metal objects from the cell, then I guarantee with my four hundred years of killing life that he will not be able to survive three days! A man with such attainments will definitely not be able to survive for three days!" The alchemist must have a kind of fanaticism for the career he is engaged in. Not letting him see things related to his work is the most severe punishment in itself." Hughes's voice is always so calm and unhurried. Just after listening to his words, Winner gritted his teeth and stared at Rogge with hatred.
Without your method, I don't believe that the old guy can pass today's test! "The little goblin said viciously. Even though she was cruel, her voice still had a delicate and carefree tone, which was enough to make men have wild thoughts. However, if anyone doubts the power of her methods, they will definitely regret it.
The two entered the room while arguing, and were startled when they saw Rogge.
"Froya, what good things have you prepared today?" Rogge asked with a smile.
"Are you awake?" Froya stared at Rogge. Almost subconsciously, she raised her right hand to push back a strand of silk that jumped playfully to her forehead, and pulled back the skirt of her dress that emphasized her bust line with her other hand. As for the big box she held in her hand, it had long been forgotten by its owner. Sliding towards the ground. Hughes sighed, stretched out his hand, and the big box flew into his hand.
"I just woke up not long ago, and I still don't have much strength now."
"Just wake up." Froya let out a long breath and her tone became very relaxed: "It's only a matter of time before you wake up anyway, so there's nothing to worry about. You might as well be here, just to see how I clean up this matter. Stubborn old man Wenner." She said it easily, but when she saw Rogge waking up, her eyes were still a little red, secretly revealing a little bit of her thoughts.
Winner glared at Flora and Hughes with hatred and fear in his eyes, and his attention was immediately attracted to the big box.
The mystery is revealed.
Inside the box is an extremely finely crafted model of Tiffany. It faithfully records Tiffany's current state. You can even clearly see the floor formed by the pool of molten steel gates under the city gate, as well as the burn marks everywhere on the city wall.
Froya walked up to Wenner and smiled charmingly at him, and waved to Hughes. The latter took two steps forward very cooperatively, holding the model in both hands until he put it under Wenner's nose. She stretched out her delicate hands and brushed them over the distinctive buildings of Tiffany's model.
What do you want to do? "Wenner roared angrily, his angry eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. He had already vaguely guessed the idea of this extremely vicious little goblin.
"I've been in a bad mood recently. What does a woman most want to do when she's in a bad mood? You're so smart, you know it without me telling you, and that's to dismantle things!" The little goblin smiled charmingly and dressed up beautifully. little grimace.
There was a soft click, and Froya's two spring-like fingers grasped a section of the outer wall on Tiffany's model and pulled it down.
Wenner's breathing became obviously heavy, and his eyes were so wide that they almost burst out of his eyes. He stared at the fingers that were like mutton fat and jade, as if he was looking at the most terrifying thing in the world.
The little elf had obviously worked hard before coming and knew the origin, advantages and disadvantages of each of Tiffany's unique buildings. Although she lacks magic power, she also has profound attainments in magic. Therefore, all the functions of Winner's four proud spires are hidden from her eyes, and her comments are extremely authentic.
Froya commented on Tiffany's buildings, and started to demolish one after commenting on it. And every time there was a click, Winner would roar.
In a matter of moments, Tiffany's model had been dismantled into pieces. Wen Na's eyes were like fire, and he struggled desperately, trying to pounce on the extremely vicious little goblin in front of him.
Froya was naturally not afraid of his unsubstantial threat, and just smiled and said: "Destroying the model is fun, but I still feel bad. Maybe it would be a good idea to go out and blow up a section of the city wall."
Rogge interrupted and said with a smile: "Who provoked you? I will vent your anger later. How can you just demolish a section of the city wall? If you want to demolish it, tear down Tiffany's city wall!"
Winner sneered, showing disbelief, and tried his best to show off his indifference, but how could his flustered and wandering eyes hide these cunning people in the room
Rogge smiled and said: "I have the final say here now. Not to mention just demolishing a city wall, even demolishing Tiffany entirely is not a big deal."
Winner then observed Rogge carefully and said angrily: "Are you the devil who held the two bloody flags high all the way? You have slaughtered so many Delawares, do you still want me to work for you? If you can, just kill me. , the fury of the sky will avenge me!"
Rogge smiled faintly at the anger of Kong? I have personally sent him back to the embrace of the goddess of nature. "
"This is impossible!" Winner shouted. He glanced at Rogge and said disdainfully: "Just you?"
Roger smiled and said nothing.
Hughes coughed and took the old man, each of your dozens of killing puppets has more than a hundred resentful souls attached to them! How come there are so many resentful souls who keep dying and keep saying that we kill a lot of people? You are afraid that you will not be much better! It seems that there must be a lot of missing people in Delaware every year. What would happen if they knew that Master Winner, the great mage and great alchemist they had always admired, used necromancy magic to create these murderous puppets? "
Wen Na choked, his face turned green and white, and he was choked to the point of being unable to speak.
Mei whispered in Rogge's ear for a while, and Rogge nodded. Not only Master Wenner, but also of Delaware imperial family lineage, so he has a noble status! Now the Delaware Imperial House is basically intact. If you surrender, I can find a territory for them in the empire so that they can enjoy a worry-free life forever as the Duke of the Empire. You might as well think about it slowly, since Tiffany can't take it all apart in one day anyway. "
Winner closed his eyes and said nothing.
Hughes suddenly coughed, and Winner immediately trembled all over. It seemed that he was still frightened by Hughes' cough.
"Master Wenner, there are some things I don't want to say. There are actually many things that can be improved on those killing puppets of yours!"
Wen Na immediately closed his eyes and refused to look at him, but the corners of his mouth moved. He wanted to open them several times, but he forced himself to hold them back.
But Hughes didn't let him wait at all, and then sighed: "For example, if the outer shell is made of Baroka dense-grained steel invented during the Elf Empire era..."
"Do you have the formula for Baroka densely textured steel?" Wenner couldn't bear it anymore, opened his eyes and yelled!
"I don't have the formula, but this thing is made of fine-grained steel." Hughes waved the sword in front of Wenner. There was no decoration at the end of the hilt, and it glowed with the faint green light unique to fine steel. But in Wen Na's eyes, this blue light was simply more beautiful than all colors.
He was in extreme pain, exhausted all his willpower, and finally closed his eyes. Even if there is no formula, as long as he can have a small piece of baroka dense steel for experimentation, he is very likely to develop the formula. This wonderful metal is known for its strength and unique flexibility. If it is used as the shell of the killing puppet, the puppet will no longer be as afraid of being hit by heavy blunt weapons as it is now.
Hughes coughed again, Winner began to tremble all over, and big beads of sweat kept coming out of his bald head.
"Master Winner, the goddess has always been very courteous to great magisters like you. Maybe... I'm just saying maybe, you can have a laboratory on the floating city, and have the opportunity to interact with a man who has lived for thousands of years. The alien lich of 2010 explores the vast world of magic... "
This was the last pebble that weighed down the heavily loaded ship.
Rogge and others walked out of the cell, and someone helped the weak Master Wenner to rest. Rogge approached Elder Hughes and whispered: "Elder Hughes, where is the floating city now? I want to go up!"
Hughes was obviously shocked and immediately lowered his voice and replied: "Don't! It's too dangerous up there now!"
Rogge was stunned.
There is indeed no peace in the floating city.
Snapped! A large mahogany bed was picked up by a slender hand that seemed to be broken, and then hit the wall hard, and was smashed to pieces!
The delicate hand was immediately clenched into a fist, and the anger was not vented at all.
It seems that what women like to do most when they are in a bad mood is to either dismantle things or smash things. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)