Blasphemy

Chapter 237: A whole new year

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When Rogge opened his eyes again, the first thing that hit his consciousness was the slow and long sound of the bell. The aftertaste of one sound was about to pass away, and then another sound slowly rose up. It lasted endlessly, endlessly, as if it was the sound of the bell in the world. The only voice that exists. www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.coM

He turned his heavy head and looked around. This time there was no one in the room, only himself lying alone on the bed. Rogge suddenly felt a little strange. Why didn't he see Froya's figure when he woke up twice

What followed was a series of questions: Where did everyone else go? Has the ice goddess fallen? How is the battle going at Auburn Hills? Are the troops coming to support from the principality safe

Rogge's mind was in confusion, and the last bell ringing outside the window was particularly distant. The sound was rich and resonant, and if you listened closely, there were echoes and resonances mixed into it. It was clearly like many bells being rung at the same time. Only then did he recognize that it was the ringing of the New Year's Eve bell.

"So... it's a new year again..." Rogge's consciousness sank into darkness again.

At this moment, Froya was listening to the New Year's bell like Rogge. She stood in front of the window and looked up at the night sky. It wasn't until the last trace of the bell dissipated in the air that she closed the window, shrank her neck, and hurriedly He ran to the fireplace and put his little hands, already red from the cold, close to the fire to warm them.

Froya was not the only one in the room. Gemma was anxiously walking back and forth in the room. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were unkempt, and her snow-white robe was covered in bloodstains, making her look even more hideous.

This is an ordinary mansion in Mongla City. The small town of Monglat, not far from Richelieu, has always been famous for its devout belief in the goddess of ice and snow. Gemma came here specifically because the priest Dwight in this city was a magician she personally taught. He had extremely firm beliefs and always respected her.

At this time, the situation in the religious wars had changed dramatically. After the Ice and Snow Goddess once again performed her miracles, the tragic religious war came to an abrupt end, and the Saint Mora with the Eye of Wisdom was unexpectedly appointed as the servant of God by the Ice and Snow Goddess.

It turns out that the Holy Sect of Silver is a few important figures. He was accused of being a blasphemer in the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess. He is a devil who takes advantage of the goddess's sleep to pursue his own desires. The biggest blasphemer among them is Jima!

So when Gemma sneaked back to the vicinity of the Imperial Capital, she was shocked to find that she had become a heretic devil wanted by the Silver Holy Religion! Gemma was sad and angry. She didn't know how Mora became the servant of the Silver Holy Cult, but she knew that all the oracles of the Ice and Snow Goddess must be the conspiracy of Rogge and Mora.

For the first time in her life, Gemma hated the natural charm so much.

Gemma, whose life was in jeopardy, knew that she was unable to face Rogge head-on, and she was unwilling to take action against these deceived goddess believers, so she quietly brought Froya to Mongla City, trying to get rid of her favorite Disciples get some help here.

But the agreed time has passed. Why didn't her disciple come as promised? Gemma felt vaguely uneasy, her heart tightened, and she coughed loudly again. Froya looked up at her, sighed, lowered her head and continued to bake her little hands, which were still cold.

Just at this moment... there was a gentle knock on the door. However, not only did Gemma's face show no joy, it showed solemnity and a hint of sadness. Her magic power at this moment was no worse than when she was in full power, and she had already felt that there were more than ten people with strong martial arts skills surrounding this small building. They certainly don't mean well.

The door opened.

A thin middle-aged man walked in. When he saw Gemma, he immediately showed joy and comfort. Then his eyes fell on Froya again, and he was obviously startled. However, his absence was only for a moment, and he quickly recovered and bowed deeply to Gemma.

But Gemma stood motionless, and the jumping magic flames shone on her livid face, making those twisted wrinkles even more terrifying. Her voice was cold and low, white! why is that? "

The middle-aged man trembled slightly, stood up straight, and looked at Jima. He said in surprise: "Teacher Jima, you have already appeared? How is this possible? All your divine power should have disappeared."

Gemma snorted coldly and said sharply: "Dwight. I can see that you are not attracted by the natural charm of Mora's goblin. Why is this? As a magician of the goddess, why would you betray Goddess, why do you want to help the enemies of the goddess?”

Dwight was silent for a while, his expression turned solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Teacher Jima, I have to do this, although it is difficult for me to understand it. My faith in the great goddess of ice and snow has never wavered. It is not a conspiracy for the respected Miss Mora to become a servant of the gods. Pursuing you... is an oracle issued by the goddess of ice and snow herself!"

"This is impossible! This is a conspiracy! The great goddess of ice and snow was clearly plotted by the blasphemer, her divine power was severely damaged, and she fell into a deep sleep! How could she issue an oracle? This is the most despicable, shameless and obscene conspiracy!" Gemma screamed.

"Teacher Gemma... I never thought that Ran was really a blasphemer who betrayed the goddess!" Dwight looked at Gemma with an extremely complicated expression, which seemed to be grief and regret, and then finally, his face slowly Becoming as cold as ice: "blasphemer Jima, there are at least hundreds of devout believers who have listened to the oracle of the goddess of ice and snow, and I am one of them. As a magician of the goddess, of course I can distinguish the authenticity of the goddess's oracle. You I’m afraid the divine power you have now is no longer given by the goddess, blasphemer! Admit it, you are the devil’s spokesperson!”

Following Dwight's shout, more than ten warriors rushed into the room through the windows and doors.

A cold air suddenly surged out of the room, and large swaths of ice flowers suddenly bloomed on the ground. As soon as they touched the warrior's feet, they immediately climbed up and condensed into ice. These ice and snow warriors who had special resistance to the cold unexpectedly It was also fixed in place, making it difficult to move forward.

For a moment, the room was filled with flying snow!

Dwight secretly yelled something bad and hurriedly chanted a curse. But when his cold-proof barrier was completed, both Gemma and Froya in the room had disappeared, and only the magical afterglow of a random portal was still shining faintly.

One day later.

"So, you had a chance to catch her, but you let her run away?" Rogge, wrapped in a heavy coat, frowned.

The person standing in the center of the study at this moment is Dwight, Gemma's disciple. He replied; "Yes. I thought she should have lost all the divine power given by the great goddess of ice and snow, but I never thought that she could still move the powerful ice ring. She also had the scroll of the portal hidden in her body. So I I couldn’t capture her, and I couldn’t save Miss Froya.”

Dwight's tone was cold and indifferent, and he had no respect for Roger at all. As a devout believer of the Ice and Snow Goddess, although he would obey all the goddess's oracles, and therefore obeyed Mora and Rogge, he really could not eliminate his dislike for Rogge. After all, Rogge had ordered the massacre of a large number of Holy Cult believers.

Rogge frowned, picked up a letter on the table, read it several times, and then raised his head. Asked: "You just said that the goddess of ice and snow had designated Gemma as a blasphemer in her oracle. Are you sure?"

Dwight said coldly: "I am the magician of the Ice and Snow Goddess, and I will not be wrong about the goddess's oracle. Even though I want to kill you, the goddess's servant Mora asked me to obey your arrangements. , so I came.”

Rogge smiled slightly. Hand the letter in your hand to Dwight! Gemma will come to you again. You tell her. Ask her to specify a time and place, and I will definitely go. "

Dwight was startled, took the letter and looked at it, his expression immediately changed slightly. The letter was written by Gemma to Rogge, asking Rogge to seal off his magic power and go to the place designated by her alone, otherwise Froya would be killed. As for the specific time and place, she would let Dwight notify him separately.

Dwight didn't wait to finish reading, and immediately said loudly: "My faith in the goddess of ice and snow is devout, and there is no way I would collude with the blasphemers!"

Rogge said with a smile; "I know this! Of course the goddess and the servant of the god know better. You go back. I think Jima will come to you again soon, and then you will tell her what I said."

After Dwight stepped back, Roger let out a sigh of relief. He slumped weakly on the chair, his face turning extremely pale for a moment. The fat man smiled bitterly. Even if he didn't close his magic power at this moment, he would definitely not be able to use any magic.

In the early morning this morning, Rogge had just woken up, and this time he was finally able to get a servant to support him and help him get up and change clothes. But his body was still extremely weak, and even the most powerful mental power in the past was as weak as a flame floating in a storm. He had no idea how he returned to Richelieu, and after asking the servants in the mansion, Rogge found that none of the strong men were there. And all his memories ended at the moment when he chopped open the Ice and Snow Goddess. He still didn't know the outcome of killing the god, and he didn't even know why he fell into coma.

Regarding that battle, the last clear scene in his mind was the ice goddess slowly turning her head. Did the goddess's counterattack affect other people

With some difficulty, Rogge raised his hand and pressed his sore forehead, and there was a magnificent figure lingering in front of his eyes.

He really couldn't forget the smile on Odaireh's lips and the cold and smooth hand that held him tenderly.

Thinking of this, Rogge's heart immediately jumped wildly.

Is this real or just a dream? He couldn't tell the difference.

Rogge was a little surprised by his lustful heart. He never thought that he would be so lustful and bold, that he would have such blasphemous thoughts towards a goddess with unfathomable power, and he would also act on it. in implementation. However, this seems to be somewhat different from lust, or not just lust. So what exactly is it

Rogge changed his sitting posture. Even such a small movement seemed to consume a lot of his energy. His body, which used to be as strong as a monster, weakened like an old man. Rogge felt that his mind was in chaos, as if everything was slowly getting out of his control, and he was no longer as calm as before, with everything in his hands. He closed his eyes and rested for a while, then he felt a little better.

His head hurt more and more.

When Rogge retreated from his servants and sat alone in the study, meditating, the scene of Audreyh flying over with the death scythe reappeared in his mind. Although his body is weak now, his mind is clear enough. He can be sure that it is not a dream, and the familiar arc and breath are clearly the death scythe of ***! But why did it appear in the hands of Odeleh

Rogge felt vaguely that there seemed to be a translucent film just within his reach. All the truth is hidden behind. He saw something. But that's all distorted. Maybe just by raising his hand, he could pierce this membrane and get satisfactory answers to the many questions and puzzles accumulated in his heart. But he didn't know how to lift his arm, nor how to pierce the membrane.

Rogge smiled bitterly and shook his head. The *** had obviously woken up and returned to his side. But what are you making random guesses about? What's more, this idea is so ridiculous.

However, there must be some relationship between *** and Odeleh that he doesn't know about, and the people around him seem to be hiding something from him intentionally or unintentionally. Rogge decided to ask *** directly.

He concentrated. Tried calling ***, but got no response. It seems that although *** has woken up, his temper is still the same as before, and he mostly ignores his calls.

At this moment, ***'s clearly angry mental fluctuations suddenly came out: "I'm busy! I'll talk about it later if I have something to do!"

Rogge was stunned on the spot.

He immediately tried calling *** again. But as expected, nothing came of it this time.

Suddenly his heart moved and he turned around to look. Macbeth, like a shadow, stood in the room without knowing when.

Macbeth looked at Rogge carefully for a while, then nodded slightly and said: "Fortunately, your life was finally saved, but your otherworldly cursed purgatory has been destroyed."

Rogge's expression changed drastically!

He has tried running the otherworldly cursed purgatory several times, but every time he uses magic power, it immediately causes severe pain in his chest and abdomen. The fat man thought that the injury was not healed, so he could not attract the magic power, but he never thought that the otherworldly cursed purgatory that he always relied on as a last resort had been destroyed!

The fat man was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and regained his composure. Asked: "Why is this? Is there any way to restore it?"

Macbeth thought for a moment, seeming to consider his words. Then he said: "During the last battle that day, the divine power of the Goddess of Nature in your body was suddenly fully activated, and you transformed yourself into a clone of the Goddess of Nature, and took away part of the Godhead of the Ice and Snow Goddess. I have to admit that the world of gods is very important to us. It's too vast and magical to say. I don't know how the goddess of nature's meager power can grow into a clone of a god, nor do I know what the godhead of the ice and snow goddess she stole is. So far, the only thing I know is Yes, the Goddess of Nature snatching away the Godhead is related to the Ice and Snow Goddess’s final failure to deliver that blow. When the Goddess of Nature’s clone takes shape and comes out of your body, it takes away almost all your strength and vitality, and destroys the inside of your body. Completely destroyed. Audreyh has repaired your body, but she cannot preserve the otherworldly cursed purgatory for you."

Macbeth paused, as if to comfort Rogge, and then said: "In fact, this may not be a good thing. The demon's cultivation methods always have flaws of one kind or another, even the royal family's cultivation methods are the same. So. No matter in terms of the absolute level of magic power that can be achieved or the speed of strength growth, it is not satisfactory. You can definitely have a better choice. However, although Audreyh has specifically told you not to interfere with your cultivation method choice, so I can’t give you any advice. But what I can tell you is that Audreyh has never been satisfied with the speed of your strength improvement. Of course, if you want to practice the otherworldly cursed purgatory again, you can, as long as As long as we can find a strong enough victim.”

Rogge smiled bitterly. Looking back, it seemed that neither Audrey nor *** were ever satisfied with their own strength. But whenever he thought of Odeleh's black eyes, Rogge always had some uncontrollable feelings, but what this feeling was, he couldn't explain clearly, nor could he figure it out.

“What was the end result of that day?”

Macbeth sighed and said slowly: "The outcome of that battle... of course was victory, our victory. All the goddess of ice and snow was taken away, and all traces of her existence were erased. From that moment on, this person Now, another god is missing."

Successfully killing a god is a great achievement that most powerful men would never even dream about in their entire lives. For some reason, Macbeth was not excited at all when he talked about it, and Rogge felt inexplicable when he heard it. The ground felt unspeakably heavy.

"Then why did Dwight, the magician of the Silver Sect, say that he could still feel the existence of the Ice and Snow Goddess and hear her oracle? He should be able to tell whether the Ice and Snow Goddess's divine power is real or fake. "Roger asked.

"That's because the divine power of the ice and snow goddess he sensed is real." Macbeth sighed. He said: "After Odeleh obtained the godhead of the Ice and Snow Goddess, she did not integrate it into her own divine power. Her choice was... to replace the Ice and Snow Goddess!"

After hearing the news, the strange heavy feeling in Rogge's heart became more obvious.

"Replacement?"

"Yes, substitution. Even if most of the so-called strong men in this plane are lucky enough to defeat a weak and unlucky god, they often don't know how to peel off the godhead, so that they can also embark on the journey to becoming a god. Road. All they can do is seal. In addition, fusing the godhead with their own power, so that it can completely become their own power, is another way. And we not only know how to combine all the divine power They are all extracted from the goddess of ice and snow, and because of the power of Audaireh. This makes the third option, substitution possible. In addition to missing the part of the godhead ability that was taken away by the goddess of nature, you can definitely think that now Audreyh is the goddess of ice and snow."

Rogge nodded, he finally understood.

But he didn't know that Audrey Hepburn had no personality...

In any case, judging from the situation on the battlefield that day, the domain and power of the Ice and Snow Goddess far surpassed Odaireh. Replacing the Ice and Snow Goddess is undoubtedly a huge improvement for her. But why can't I be happy at all

"Is there anything else you want to tell me about Audreyh?" Rogge looked at Macbeth and asked suddenly.

Macbeth seemed to have known that Rogge would ask this question, and immediately gave Rogge a meaningful look. "You have too many things to know," Audrey said. But it’s not my place to tell you this, and I won’t tell you. All answers need to be discovered by yourself. And the key to the answer is power. Absolute power! Although there is really not much time left for you, it is still not too late, if you are willing to work hard to increase your strength. "

Roger looked at the ceiling expressionlessly. After a long while, he nodded and said: "Power...I know! Where are the rest of us? Froya fell into Jima's hands, I need help."

Macbeth said: "I have been looking for Froya for a few days. But Gemma has hidden it very cleverly. The power she is using now is also very strange. It has nothing to do with the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess. Otherwise, Audreyh would have been killed long ago. Her location can be locked. Everyone else is with the goddess now, and they have their own tasks. Only Elder Hughes can help you in this matter."

"Xius?" Rogge smiled slightly. With this old fox by his side, he always felt very at ease.

Macbeth smiled and nodded, and his figure gradually faded away. Before leaving, he still reminded him: "Don't forget power! Power is everything!"

In an isolated pasture north of Richelieu, there were echoes of hoarse screams. The screams were like night owls, like ghosts crying, and even somewhat similar to the screams of the dead banshees.

This is an old and humble ranch. There was a roaring fire burning in the fireplace in the living room, but the slightest bit of cold wind from the walls and windows easily dispelled the slight warmth.

Froya put pieces of dry wood into the fireplace one after another, and stared at the bright and warm fire with her beautiful green eyes. However, the focus of her vision was the void behind the flames, and her heart had already escaped from this small pasture and drifted into the distance.

Behind Froya, Jima was rolling on the ground, screaming in agony. She kept tearing the white hair off her head with both hands, using such force that sometimes she even tore off the white hair with the skin and flesh in strands!

The screams lasted for a while when they reached the limit of human beings, and then quickly weakened. Apart from the sharp sounds of wind, the only sound in the living room was Jima's breathing like a bellows.

Froya came back to her senses, she sighed, knowing that Gemma really couldn't bear the torture of the curse, and finally stabbed herself with the dagger again. Although Froya did not recognize the origin of the dagger, she knew with her rich knowledge of magic that every time Gemma stabbed herself, her remaining life would be shortened again.

"Even if the goddess of ice and snow still exists, it is obvious that she has abandoned you. Why are you bothering?" Froya finally couldn't help but said.

Gemma sat on the ground and sorted out her messy appearance. She looked at Froya's face as clear and beautiful as snow peaks and icy lotus, and she actually had no temper. Just let out a heavy sigh. Slowly said: "You are very charming. Since Rogge will be crazy for you, let alone other men, forty years ago... I used to be young and beautiful. At that time, I was so heartbroken because of a man. I just chose to join the Holy Cult of Silver. However, I immediately sensed the existence of the Ice and Snow Goddess, and since then I have become a devout magician. For more than 40 years, the entire meaning of my life has been to spread the knowledge of the Ice and Snow Goddess. Faith. A beautiful girl like you must have everything at your fingertips, so how can she possibly understand those of us who are willing to give up everything for a belief?"

"Who would be crazy about me! Even if there is someone. It's definitely not that damn fat guy..." Froya yawned lazily and said: "The goddess of ice and snow has sent down an oracle to kill you, you Why are you still clinging to her faith? I think you can just exchange me for tens of thousands of gold coins, and then you can retire quietly! That’s it, even that damn fat guy may not agree!”

"The one who sent the oracle is not the real goddess of ice and snow. I can feel it! She can fool Dwight, but she can't fool me." Gemma said with a gloomy face.

The human New Year coincides with the Elven New Year. It's already a frozen season in the northern land, but the Oracle City is still as warm as spring. At a suitable temperature. The elves were as busy as ever. Elves love both beautiful things and neatness. Therefore, daily cleaning, craft making, home decoration and other activities are enough to take up most of their time. In addition, the elves have limited time to study magic, make equipment, and smelt some rare metals and magic materials.

In the Temple of God's Envoy, the door of a quiet room suddenly opened, and Eiffel ran out of the room like a gust of wind, with a faint divine light lingering around her body.

There was a crisp clang of chains at the end of the corridor. Constantine ran out from the corner with a bucket of water in one hand and a rag in the other. He shouted: "What are you doing? The time for Shenghui's meditation is not over yet. ! Go back to me quickly!"

Eiffel ignored the shouting Constantine and ran all the way to the terrace. Staring at the majestic Central Mountains in the distance, a pair of beautiful eyebrows were already knitted together.

"What's wrong?" Constantine asked doubtfully, following her gaze. The mountains are covered with snow, nothing out of the ordinary.

"I suddenly felt very disturbed and uncomfortable in my heart, and a little nauseous. It was as if I smelled an unbearable stench, so I had to interrupt my meditation. The source seemed to be in that direction." Eiffel frowned and pointed. Distant mountains.

Constantine looked in the direction of Eiffel. He stretched his neck, facing the wind blowing from afar, and sniffed vigorously a few times, his expression became slightly more solemn. Indeed, this was the stench of the restless beasts! It seems that the orcs deep in the central mountain range are a little restless again. But they are very far away from here. Even if these low-intelligence orcs can find the right path in the mountains, it will take them a month to make trouble in the Oracle City. So you don’t have to worry about the safety of this city, go back to meditate right now! Without enough divine power to support it, all the magic you use will be just useless tricks. "

Eiffel's crystal-clear gaze fell on Constantine's face, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Your nose is really good!" she said suddenly, blinking her wide eyes.

Constantine was stunned, then coughed a few times and turned away hastily.

I can’t meditate yet, there is still one unfinished task! "Aifeier seemed to have remembered something again and said anxiously.

"What job? I'll do it for you!" Constantine said with a wry smile.

Eiffel pointed in another direction that three thieves had stolen my things. I just sensed that thing appearing in that direction, and those thieves must be there too. I have to go get my stuff and punish them. If I arrive late, if they run away again, where will I go to find them? "

Constantine smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I'll get the things back for you, and catch the thieves and let you get away with them. That'll be alright! What did you throw away?"

"It's a piece of armor. The armor leaves are its aura." A faint black mist rose from Effier's hand, and golden threads shone in the mist.

She waited for Constantine to remember the aura of the demon lotus, looked the cardinal up and down, shook her head and said: "Forget it, I'll go for it! The three of them are very powerful, if you give him away If I die, I will feel very sorry."

Constantine was laughing and crying! As long as there are not three holy realms waiting for me, I can get your things back. "

Accompanied by the crisp sound of chains, Constantine rose into the sky, went away, and finally disappeared into the distant clouds.

Eiffel smiled lightly, her smile pure and innocent, like the aquatic mint blooming in the Elf Lake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Boundless In the central mountain range, large thick snow clouds press tightly on a group of stretching and staggered Z-shaped peaks. The cold wind howled at the top of the mountain, wrapped in goose feather-like flakes of snow, whistling back and forth in the forest on the top of the mountain. The snow in the valley is already waist-deep, and there is no other movement except for the occasional mountain wind that shakes the remaining snow from the tree crowns.

The snow on the peak suddenly broke off a corner the size of a fist, revealing the dark, rugged rocks below. A strong and powerful hand reached out and grabbed the rock. This hand had been exposed to the biting wind for a long time, and the gray skin was stained with dark purple spots. The cracks all over it had stopped bleeding, and it looked like an open pale mouth.

With a little effort from this hand, a vigorous figure climbed up to the top of the mountain. The man's face was stern and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He looked around. The peak seemed to be facing the mountain wind. There was only a thin layer of snow, and it could be seen that the landscape was quite flat. Behind the peak is a gentle slope leading to a winding and narrow valley.

This man was actually wearing the military uniform of the Principality of Arei. After observing the situation, he waved his hand, and the soldiers of the Arei Principality climbed to the top of the mountain one after another. These soldiers were old and young, almost all of them were injured, and their military uniforms were all in tatters, as if they had been fighting in the rocky mountains for dozens of days and had not been repaired.

They have indeed been running around in the deep mountains for dozens of days. To be more precise, they have been on the run for dozens of days.

The man in question was Du Lin, who was ordered by Rogge to lead 20,000 Arei recruits into the Central Mountains to encircle and suppress the orcs. After a month of marching day and night, the army finally reached the edge of the orc activity area. How to deal with orcs. Dulin already has extensive experience. He used his army to wipe out several orc tribes one after another with great ease, and then cautiously approached the place where he last met the well-equipped orc warriors.

However, when he marched forward and met the orc army in a large basin, looking at the densely packed orc warriors with clear banners, complete arms, Dulin was horrified to realize that he was facing the enemy. It was not a powerful orc tribe as expected.

This is a powerful orc empire!

What follows is endless brutal fighting.

A brutal encounter and a brutal sniper battle. A tragic break. A tragic escape, a brutal counterattack, and a seemingly endless escape.

The physical strength and endurance of the orcs have been fully demonstrated in the mountains. In the past few decades, Dulin's ears have been filled with the roars of beasts. He didn't know how many orcs had fallen under his sword, nor could he remember how many robes were torn apart by fangs and claws.

Dulin had no time to calculate how long he had been on the run. The sun and moon were just signposts guiding the direction. At night when there are no stars, they can only rely on their faith in God to identify the direction.

Long escapes and short restless rests constituted all of life in these days, and day and night had no meaning. Dulin used all his wisdom to lead the soldiers to maintain maximum physical fitness with the most limited food, identify directions in bad weather and complex terrain, and when they encountered suitable terrain. He will also leave some people behind to take on post-break duties.

These retired warriors never came back.

However, after struggling on the edge of life and death for dozens of days, these surviving soldiers were all elites with determination, and Dulin designated the rear troops every time. The designated soldiers will obey silently and walk to the predetermined sniping location.

Dulin only felt that every syllable he spat out when issuing orders carried a strong smell of blood!

"Lord Dulin, which way should we take?" his lieutenant asked. All the soldiers' eyes also fell on him.

Du Lin looked forward. God bless them. Although they had taken detours these days, they did not deviate from the road back home. Going straight along the ridge will lead back to the territory of the Principality of Are, while going along the valley will lead to the depths of the vast central mountain range. Everyone knows what it means to compete with the orcs in the mountains during this snowy season.

Du Lin looked back again, and in the distance of Shanlanshang, those terrifying figures that once only appeared in nightmares had appeared. And behind that hill, how many orcs were roaring and chasing after them

fifty thousand? Or one hundred thousand

Du Lin looked at his subordinates again. There were less than two thousand soldiers still following him. He was suddenly proud of these soldiers! Almost every fallen warrior dragged an orc who was much stronger than himself onto the road. You know, these are just new recruits who have just joined the army and been trained!

What can he do? Can these thousands of orcs be brought back to the Principality of Are? The main force of the principality has long been transferred to the southeastern front of the empire. At this moment, there are only 30,000 troops left in the country. They are completely unable to stop this group of bloodthirsty and savage orcs!

Du Lin took a deep breath, pointed to the adjutant, and said in a deep voice: "Fifty men, follow this road back to the Principality of Arei, and be sure to report the situation of the orcs to Lord Rogge." The rest of you... follow me up the valley! "

The adjutant was startled, and when he was about to say something, Du Lin had already shouted back: "Mom, what are you doing! Stay alive! Go back! If you do this, you will be worthy of me and the brothers who died in the battle!"

The adjutant gritted his teeth, suddenly stepped forward and took off Dulin's sword, carefully tied it behind his back, and then led the soldiers to sneak along the ridge towards the principality.

Du Lin faced the cold wind and took one last look in the direction of the Principality of Arei.

There were his life-and-death enemies, his only sister, and the families of his soldiers.

Du Lin suddenly turned around and led the soldiers to rush down the hillside and rush towards the valley.

He never looked back.

Redbud Butterfly, who was leaning over the big desk studying the military map, suddenly shook his hand and swept a heavy folder from the edge of the desk. When the folder fell, he brought down a large pile of documents, and all kinds of papers were scattered everywhere. Fall to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Aite, who was sitting aside wiping his sword, jumped up and ran over to help her.

Redbud Butterfly pushed away Eter's hand. He put his hands on the table to support himself, and said slightly weakly: "Things." "

But her face was pale and there was cold sweat on her forehead.

It has been three days since Rogge woke up. During these three days, he did not talk or move, did not eat or drink, and sat alone in front of the window. Just watching the sunset, the moon rising, the wind blowing and the snow drifting.

The martial arts and magic skills of powerful people he had seen and heard in his life, and the various spells and arts he had learned, all flowed through his heart.

Among them were various magical books and notes that he had plundered, as well as guidance from powerful beings such as Ofiloch and others. The mysterious, strange and powerful dark magic of various demonic royal families in the Black Crystal of Elesis. The vast knowledge of death magic stolen from Elgra's memory. Various battle scenes, the miraculous abilities displayed by the mysterious Achilles, and even the Holy Scriptures of the Church of Light, which are widely praised by the world, all flowed through Rogge's heart one by one.

For a moment, he felt like his heart was in turmoil.

After thinking about it, all that was left in Rogge's mind was the partial explanation of the most basic principles of magic left by Rodriguez, and the few steps that the mysterious servant Seraphi stepped on his belly. foot.

Through Rodriguez's memory. Rogge saw the most original magical power hidden behind all magic. And Seraphi's kicks showed the skill of using the weakest power to the peak!

These knowledge and insights have actually existed in Rogge's memory for a long time, but he has been busy with maneuvers and struggles and has no chance to think about it in detail. What's more, at that time, he was immersed in the improvement of magic power brought by the otherworldly cursed purgatory, and there were enough powerful magics in the regular magic system. He never thought about opening up a new magic path in a time-consuming and labor-intensive way. .

What Roger did. It only strengthens the ability of instantaneous and silent magic, and enhances the power of existing magic. These are simple and easy ways to increase strength, coupled with his powerful magic control. It just complements each other.

In fact, even if he thought about it at the time, he couldn't understand it.

Rogge felt the magic power slowly growing in his body, and suddenly lightning flashed in his heart, and he stood up suddenly!

Suddenly a breeze blew through the room, and Wella appeared in front of Rogge. Wearing a demon lotus and holding a death scythe, she stared at Rogge endlessly, then nodded and said:

"It seems that you have finally understood something. Okay, I will show you how to fight again. Don't be afraid, I will only use Level 3 Dou Qi at most."

She swung away the demon lotus, threw the death sickle into the void, and began to slowly clench her fist.

Rogge stared at Wella and asked, "Didn't you use a war gun last time? Why did you switch back to a sickle now?"

Wella chuckled and said: "Then I see that Audreyhe doesn't have a suitable weapon, so I will lend it to her for the time being! Stop talking nonsense and do it!"

Before she finished speaking, the boots appeared in front of Rogge with an afterimage!

Rogge's eyes flashed with silver, and he used his mental power to induce her leg to swerve, allowing her to miss Wella's kick. Then, flames flashed in his hands, and he almost held a fireball and pushed it towards Wella's face!

The two of them used their mental power to drive weak magic power, and the other used their second and third level fighting spirit, and started a rolling and extremely dangerous battle in a narrow space!

At the beginning, Rogge could only hold on for a few moments before he was knocked to the ground by Wella's stormy attack. Every time this happened, Wella would stop and let him take a breather.

As soon as Rogge recovers, he will immediately rush forward to fight again.

Gradually, Rogge was able to survive several rounds of attacks from Wella.

After one day and one night, Rogge's mental strength began to recover, and he could support it for longer and longer. However, Rogge knew that he used his huge mental power to use magic power, which really took advantage of Wella in terms of power. What's more, Weina's absolute power at the moment is many times higher than when Rogge was in full power.

As the sun was rising, Wella struck Rogge's face with another mediocre, weak punch. Rogge arched his whole body, just staring into Wella's eyes, ready to decide where to dodge when her punch hit her face.

Wella is now like a child with incredible skills, playing freely in the turbulent waves of power. However, at this moment, the movement of power in the space suddenly changed slightly, but for Wella, who was walking through the waves with extremely weak power at this moment. Any unknown change can have a huge impact.

A sudden huge wave suddenly drowned her!

Wella's movement only stagnated an imperceptible amount of time, but in Rogge's eyes at this moment, this flaw was enough to turn into a chance of victory! He shouted suddenly, and all the magic power in his body was instantly activated, turning into paralysis spells one after another to attack Wella.

Wella felt numb all over her body, and she was actually frozen again!

Under the reddish morning light. The majestic face of Weina, full of sculptures and angels of light, seems to be shimmering, and that moment of splendor is enough to shine for thousands of years!

Rogge's heart moved. I know in my heart that if the opportunity is lost, it will never come again. He took Wella in his arms and kissed her slightly open lips!

The feeling at that moment was so soft that it seemed to melt at the touch of a touch...

At that moment, time stopped.

A pair of dazzling golden cross stars lit up in Wella's eyes, and she instantly shattered the shackles of space, her shoulders trembling slightly. Hitting Rogge's chest.

Rogge's vision went dark, and he fell down on his back with a roar, hitting the ground straight.

Weina didn't even look back and rushed directly into the void.

Rogge lay on the ground for a moment, his eyes empty. He suddenly laughed several times and jumped up. With a clap of his hands, a ball of lightning lit up in a corner of the ceiling, followed by a high-pitched scream. An underground dwarf appeared and fell heavily to the ground.

Rogge squatted down and looked carefully at this strange and rare ground flute dwarf.

For some reason, even though the underground dwarf knew that Rogge was extremely weak, under his shining eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and did not dare to move at all.

Rogge suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "I'm in a good mood today, let you go! If you dare to sneak in in the future, you won't get such a cheap thing!"

After saying that, the fat man flew up and kicked the underground dwarf out of the window.

Time passes unconsciously, and every day that passes, Gemma will age one point.

"You're just wasting your efforts." The little goblin trimmed his nails leisurely, raising his slender hands from time to time to examine the coloring effect against the light. He glanced at the busy Gemma and poured cold water on her mercilessly. .

Gemma is worthy of being a master magician of the Silver Holy Cult for many years. She has a large collection of precious magic scrolls. However, she has dozens of secret dens in the empire, but there are many reasons for Froya to doubt her true identity. At this moment, she had just finished setting up the magic circle leading to the next hiding place, and was carefully cleaning the traces in the room.

Hearing Froya's taunt, Gemma actually just smiled, although she only looked more ferocious when she smiled: "Whether my efforts are in vain, you will only know if you try. Don't you want to know this? What is your true status in his mind?"

Froya snorted and his status was worth tens of thousands of gold coins if he had enough money. Just stop wishful thinking. I've known him for so long, don't I still understand him? "

"That's not sure, maybe you don't know him well!" Gemma's laughter seemed very harsh. She wrote the request on the paper treated with magic, and deliberately let Froya look at it.

This ridiculous request, of course, provoked a round of merciless cynicism from the little goblin.

But two days later, when the blue starry sky really appeared in Jima's hands, Froya was stunned!

He knew that he should not show any signs of weakness in front of the old witch, but the always sharp-tongued little goblin's mind went blank and he was completely unable to maintain a nonchalant expression.

Watching the old woman Gemma caressing the starry sky that seemed to have a bit of Androni's body fragrance. The little elf tried his best and finally managed to smile a little.

But she was smiling as if she were crying.

"Look, your value in his heart is at least an artifact." Gemma's smile became more and more harsh.

Two days later, Xius's rapier also came into Gima's hands.

Hughes almost never used this sword. At first glance, this sword is just very sharp, but no matter how hard Gemma swings it, there is no magic wave or anything else that can cause alarm. Even if an ordinary rapier is struck horizontally and vertically like this, the blade will tremble and make a buzzing sound. From this perspective, this sword is indeed a weapon for assassination in the dark night. Although it has no other additional properties. But if it can be wielded in the hands of a holy realm without emitting any power fluctuations, it can indeed get a little bit of the artifact.

"Look, you are worth at least two artifacts!" For some reason, Jima's smile turned out to be a little kinder this time.

This time Froya just stared blankly at the rapier on the table, ignoring everything and no longer bothering to hide her expression.

Gemma left her alone. Gu Zi was busy, erasing all traces in the room, and then took out a teleportation scroll. After the magic glow. The room was empty.

Day six. The rapier of the Death God class was placed quietly on the table in front of Jima. This time Gemma's cloudy eyes also lit up, and she murmured: "Impossible...could it be the Twelve Movements of Twilight? Impossible!"

Gemma carefully identified it again, and finally showed a look of disappointment. However, although this thin sword is far from the legendary Twelve Movements of Twilight, it is still an extremely rare weapon.

Froya watched all this silently. She suddenly turned her bare hand, and there was already a shining, extremely thin dagger in her hand, and she wiped it towards her throat with her backhand!

Gemma was taken aback and shouted in desperation. Froya's whole body immediately stiffened, and the dagger was only a few minutes away from her throat!

Jima Shiran walked over, stretched out her hand and spent a little effort to open Froya's clenched fingers, and took out the dagger in her hand. The status of the dagger in Rogge's mind was really not low. He is actually willing to trade three artifacts for you, you should be happy. "

Froya said softly: "None of these artifacts belong to him. None of the people who own these artifacts are his subordinates. If he wants these artifacts to be used, he has to pay a considerable price. Think about it. If You have a magical weapon, tell me, what conditions do others have to pay in exchange for it before you are willing to hand it over to them?"

Gemma smiled and said gently: "No matter how valuable the artifact is, no matter how much he paid, obviously in his heart, your value is far greater than these things. This is the most important thing for women. Stuff. So you should be happy.”

Flora smiled sweetly, of course she was happy, very happy. In fact, I never thought he would treat me like this! But I also know your plan. You know very well that the fate of the Ice and Snow Goddess is irreversible, at least you alone cannot do it. So you only think about revenge, and you just want to kill Rogge. Even if you can't kill him, you still want to cause him enough trouble. The only trump card you can rely on is me. As long as I die, you are finished. Even if Rogge comes to see you alone, as long as he doesn't see that I'm still alive, is it possible for you to kill him? He doesn't even have to do anything. Just wait for more than ten days and you will fall down! "

Gemma's face turned gloomy, and she said slowly: "Indeed, what I can do now is just to make the blasphemer pay a small price. But it's not that easy for you to die. I can seal you with just one thought. All the action.”

The little elf smiled and said, "Okay, let's just consume it." From now on, you can't be distracted or sleep, and you have to keep an eye on my movements all the time. If you are so sleepless, you will lose at least five days of your life, right? If you lose five days to live, no matter what you want to do, you won’t have enough time! "

Gemma snorted coldly, stepped forward, and reached out to grab Froya's collar. The hands covered with age spots formed a strong contrast with the goblin's snow-like skin.

She stared at Froya with blood-red eyes and said word by word: "If you dare to make trouble with me, I will strip you naked and throw you into the nomadic tribe right now! Even if you die, those men will not let you go. Your body! Then I will take your body to Richelieu and let everyone come and see your fate!"

Froya's face instantly turned pale, but she stared back at Jima without showing any signs of weakness and said coldly: "Whatever you want."

Suddenly there was a burst of applause outside the room.

Beautiful and charming, fierce and aggressive! What a rare beauty in the world! How could your value only stop at three artifacts? " Accompanied by clear laughter, Milo strode in. His clear and bright eyes, with purple hints in the deep black, looked up and down at Froya, all showing undisguised admiration.

Gemma was so frightened that she set up at least three warning systems outside the room. Her life on the run also made her always pay attention to what was going on around her, but she was still unaware of the approach of anyone.

"Who are you!" Jima shouted, grabbing Froya's throat.

Milo ignored Gemma, just looked at Froya and said with a smile: "I followed you secretly for three days and observed you for three days. Every day you make me appreciate you more! Don't worry about that old thing Before she can hurt you, Rocknold will cut her into pieces. The only trouble is the death curse she placed on you, but I will protect your soul. Master Zakzamu since It will block subsequent curses. You will probably feel some pain. But she basically has no chance of killing you with the curse. Of course, brave little beauty, you may die, but I think you are still willing to take this risk."

Milo looked calm and elegant, and it seemed that he had regarded Froya and the three artifacts as his own. However, the warrior behind him said inappropriately: "Lord Milo! The enemy has not yet fallen, and there are many powerful people behind that little woman. Now is not the time for you to declare victory! You talk too much!"

Milo's smile immediately looked awkward.

He was about to say something more. The wall on the other side of the room suddenly collapsed. Rogge walked in and said with a smile: "Mr. Milo, she may be willing to take risks, but I don't like her to take risks."

Seeing Androni and Hughes behind Rogge, Milo's face became slightly solemn.

Rogge looked at Master Jimama, the person you want to kill is me. Now that I'm here, let her go. I'll bear your death curse on her behalf. "

"No!" Froya screamed, but Liyin immediately stopped. Gemma has activated the curse, causing the paralysis to extend to the top of her head and neck, preventing her from saying any more words.

"Master Gemma, I have not recovered from my serious injury and am extremely weak. What are you afraid of?" Rogge walked towards Gemma and Froya alone, with a sincere and harmless smile on his face.

Jima saw that Rogge's magic power was indeed extremely weak at the moment, and it might be difficult to cast even one or two third-level magics. Now surrounded by strong enemies, there was no room for any hesitation. Anyway, the little goblin was in his hands, and he was not afraid of what tricks the fat man would play. Gemma has always been a fierce and courageous person, and she immediately chanted the incantation.

Luo Gening watched Jima reciting the spell steadily until she completed the spell. His face turned gray for a moment, and he couldn't help but frown.

The Death Soul Curse is a curse well known to high-level mages. It connects the souls of the caster and the recipient. The caster can destroy the soul of the recipient with just one thought. It is faster than instant magic and is almost indecipherable. It is similar to Soul Contract is somewhat similar. However, the Death Soul Curse can only target one victim at a time. Since Gemma successfully cast the curse on Rogge, the curse on Froya will naturally be released.

Gemma suddenly laughed loudly, and the stumbling man walked towards Rogge. He relaxed his grip and let go of Froya as promised.

Milo's eyes lit up.

As soon as Froya regained her mobility, she wanted to pounce on Rogge. However, a soft but irresistible force came from behind her, pulling her back. Androni then took hold of her hand, stopping her further movements.

Milo suddenly took a step forward.

Hughes coughed and took a step forward, standing between Froya and Milo. Milo's eyes flashed, hesitating whether he needed to take action.

The warrior behind Milo sighed, Mr. Luo, please put important things first! "

Gemma's sharp laughter gradually subsided, and she found that Rogge was looking at her calmly, without any panic or fear at all. That calm gaze made her very uncomfortable and extremely uneasy.

"Kneel down! Repent for what you have done! Beg me! Maybe I will not kill you for a while!" Gemma screamed.

"Kill me? You might as well try." Rogge smiled, his eyes gradually brightening.

Gemma was furious, with old and new hatreds welling up in her heart. She immediately activated the magic mercilessly, deciding to give the blasphemer a profound lesson that would be imprinted into his soul.

She glared at Rogge angrily, and suddenly found that his eyes full of hateful sneer had turned silver at some point! Just when Jima felt a faint sense of danger, the silver light instantly brightened to an indescribable level!

There was a sharp pain like needle pricks in Gemma's eyes, and then the whole world fell into complete darkness.

Gemma fell into extreme panic for a moment. She couldn't describe the feeling in that moment. She didn't even think that magic could be used in this way!

But it's not too late, there is still a death curse! Gemma fell into hysterical excitement again, yes, she still has a death curse!

Gemma urged the curse. Perhaps it was because her senses were sharp after she had just lost her sight, or perhaps it was because of the additional power brought by the curse on the dagger. In her consciousness, she could almost see a dark gray noose being pulled around Rogge's soul!

However, Rogge's soul turned dark and bright, and actually changed its direction! The failed noose flashed in the void for a few times and then disappeared. Jima's heart was trembling. Although her eyes were blind, her heart could see Rogge standing in front of her, looking at her with a sneer.

The death curse was still there, which made Gemma calm down somewhat.

Gemma used her last life force to put the gray nooses on Rogge's soul one by one. However, Rogge's soul flickered in and out, drifting erratically. Each noose would either appear to have shifted by a minute and a half after falling, or it would float in the void completely at a loss, eventually disappearing because it could not find its target!

Finally, Gemma's remaining vitality was no longer enough to drive the death curse. Then she felt Rogge walk up to her with a smile, put his mouth next to her ear, and said very softly:

"Even if I only have level five magic power, I can still kill you."

Rogge's left hand was as sharp as a knife, easily breaking into Jima's face and firmly grasping the crazily beating heart.

Gemma gasped for air, her breathing sounding like a leaking skin. She slowly fell to the sky, her burnt eyes refused to close, and the last drop of turbid tears actually flowed out of the corners of her eyes.

Rogge looked at the still beating heart in his hand.

This heart has completely turned into a strange dark gray under the power of the curse, and the life force squeezed from every smallest corner still drives it to beat wildly and in vain.

Rogge put aside his heart, turned around, looked at Milo, and said with a smile: "Mr. Milo, I seem to have never seen you in Richelieu before!"

Miloland smiled and said: "I have just arrived in Richelieu. Of course Mr. Rogge will not recognize me. However, we will have many opportunities to interact in the future, and maybe we will have a happy cooperation."

Rogge smiled and said: "If your men are willing to put down what belongs to us, the cooperation between us will definitely be happy."

Suddenly a murderous aura shot into the sky outside the room!

Milo's expression changed. Outside the room, a strange, tall and strong figure wrapped in a black robe slowly stepped back in. Every step he took was as if he was walking on thin ice, and he was extremely alert. In front of him was the Death Class! Ban's face was ashen, his whole body was burning with colorless and invisible flames of fighting spirit, and he only held an ordinary steel dagger in his hand.

Once a strong man in the Holy Domain, especially a killer who is not good at defense, uses a short weapon such as a dagger, what will follow is bound to be an earth-shattering blow! What's more, Death Squad's eyes were like spitting fire, and he was obviously desperate. No wonder the man in black robe didn't dare to take advantage of him and could only retreat step by step.

Milo's face was as dark as water. He suddenly pointed at Froya, give her to me! Not only can you get back three artifacts, but you can also win a powerful ally forever and a woman who is as beautiful as her but far more powerful than her. How about that? "

Rogge said with a smile: "Of course not."

Milo and Rogge looked at each other, both of them seemed to be measuring each other's strength.

Milo suddenly smiled, full of confidence and arrogance. He said to Rogge: "You don't have to be so hasty to refuse. It won't be too late to make a decision after you meet Adelene."

After that, Milo looked at Froya deeply and strode out of the house. The mysterious man's black robe, forced into the house by the Death God Ban, shook for a while, and the swords of Bi Luo Xingkong, Hughes and Ban all fell to the ground.

Ban Momo took a step to the side to make way for the passage, and also occupied the most advantageous position to defend the Twelve Movements of Twilight. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)