On the road outside Richelieu, Rogge was walking alone in the cold night. w Ww\QuAnBen-XIaoShuo/c om At the moment just now, Achilles had engraved the locations of the two followers of the Church of Light in his memory, and also gave away their strength and composition.
Rogge took a deep breath of the cool wind in the cold night, but he could not shake off the loneliness in his heart. At the moment when Froya faced Achilles alone, his choice could not be said to be wrong. But he just didn't know how to face Froya in the future. Since when had this erratic, eccentric goblin occupied such an important place in his heart
And to this day, in the increasingly clear struggle between the two parties, he can still only play an insignificant role by sniping the reinforcements of the Church of Light. In those really important battles, he was completely unable to intervene. Even because he couldn't understand the battle at Achilles' level, he couldn't even make some preparations.
Rogge walked along the road. Every step he took was tens of meters away. His seemingly leisurely pace was actually like wind and lightning.
The fat man didn't know why he believed Achilles' words. He came specially to kill Audreyh! But what Rogge knew was that he, like Odaireh, was an angel of light from heaven, nothing more. Maybe Achilles was invisibly influencing his mind and will. If that was the case, then Rogge would admit it. His most powerful thing is his mental strength. If his will is affected by others without realizing it, then he has no right to resist. Even if it was to stay alive, he should do what Achilles said.
This battle will be the second great mage he faces head-on, and accompanying this great mage is a warrior with level 15 holy fighting spirit who is good at agility and magic defense. But Rogge is not afraid. What really scares him is the unknown, and all the secrets of the two visitors from the Church of Light have been exposed to him. What Achilles left to Rogge was not only the occupation, fighting spirit and magic level of these two people, but also the strength attributes, combat skills they were good at, and even the attributes of all their equipment.
Rogge didn't know how Achilles did this. You must know that many of these are the biggest secrets of a warrior or a magician. Even the people closest to you may not know. How did Achilles learn this
He suddenly thought of Achilles's bright red gaze that seemed to penetrate everything, and his heart trembled slightly. The fat man finally experienced a little bit of the fear and horror of the light angel from another aspect.
Rogge suddenly stood still and closed his eyes, expelling all the fluctuating emotions from his consciousness. The battle is coming. He must be in the best condition to face it. Facing any great mage would not be pleasant or easy, even with his current physique. If you are completely hit by the magic of the Great Mage, it is very likely that it will be catalyzed. Along the way. Rogge has formulated a battle plan based on the qualifications given to him by Achilles. Of course, with his character, it is impossible to completely trust Achilles, so he naturally has to arrange several escape routes for himself.
When Rogge opened his eyes, two figures had fallen in the distant sky. One of them, a female mage, was surrounded by a faint light of sacred magic. In her magical light, there is another warrior. When the warrior was still a hundred meters above the ground, he jumped down from the magic light and fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.
He pulled out a long sword that shone brightly, and it was clear at a glance that it was not an ordinary sword.
And the female magician was floating in the air. Although the distance was far away at this time, Rogge's eyesight could already see everything clearly. Under the magical light, her appearance was very beautiful, and she seemed to be in her early twenties. It is unimaginable that she can reach the level of a great mage at her age. However, there are many ways to delay aging in magic, alchemy and potions. For example, after taking dragon bone grass, Luo Fuya's appearance will no longer age, and she will not suddenly age until a few days before her death. Therefore, no one may be able to tell the true age of the female magician in front of her except herself.
"Who are you and why are you blocking the road here?" the swordsman asked warily.
Rogge took a breath, and a faint sacred flame suddenly emitted from his body, and then shouted: "Richelieu is about to become a country of believers of the Supreme God. What is the conspiracy of you two outsiders coming here at this time? No To be honest, if you come out, don’t even think about getting close to the imperial capital!”
The female magician and the warrior looked at each other in astonishment, then their eyes fell back on the sacred flame released by Rogge, feeling a little at a loss for a moment. The two of them have been practicing intensively in the Church of Light. Although they don't move around much, they also know that the Asrophic Empire is completely occupied by pagans. When did the capital of this great empire become the territory of believers of the Supreme God? But looking at the sacred aura emanating from the flames around Rogge, although it is not powerful, it is extremely pure. Although the female magician's magic power has reached the level of a great mage, in terms of the purity of the sacred magic power, it is not as good as Rogge. She thought about the people in the church she knew, and only a few light mages and a few high-ranking members of the Holy Knights had such pure divine power. Of course, if there were Yue Roge, it was not impossible. At least she knew one. It's just that that person has left the Great Temple of Light and traveled around the world.
"Master Mesili, he seems to be a true believer of the Supreme God! Is he also a member of the church? Why have I never heard that we are operating within the empire?" The swordsman on the ground asked quietly.
Mesili in the air replied: "Of course the church has activities in Asrofic. At least I know that a cardinal has gone to the north. Maybe he did all this."
Speaking of this, her mind suddenly flashed across the scene of a pair of faith shackles floating with countless magic symbols clicking on the man's hands.
"Master! What's wrong with you?" The swordsman saw her expression was different and asked with concern.
Mesili regained her composure and said calmly: "I'm fine. Ask him, who is the leader of the followers of the Supreme God in Richelieu?"
The two of them responded in a nonchalant manner, obviously not taking Rogge seriously at all. But it is no longer as hostile as it was at the beginning. Shared beliefs are the best way to build trust among strangers. Moreover, Rogge's sacred attributes did not pose any threat to them, and Fatty's level 12 magic power was not really powerful.
Rogge seemed to be irritated by their contempt, so he roared, took out a magic scroll from his arms, opened it, looked at it, and chanted according to the spell recorded on it.
Chains of order? Mesili just listened to a spell and recognized the magic recorded on the scroll. When Rogge read two more sentences, even the swordsman recognized this very common sacred magic. They couldn't help but smile a little, using chains of order to trap them who were completely divine? How is this any different from using the Finger of Death on an undead creature? It seemed that although the fat man in front of him was talented, he really had no combat experience. Moreover, this kind of scroll, which is not considered high-level, requires complete chanting in order to be moved. Then his magic control can be said to be really poor.
Mesili's heart moved. Fatty's sacred power was extremely pure, but his magic control was not good. This is the perfect candidate for a magician! Could it be that the person who taught him divine magic was really that person? Her heartbeat was a little faster.
The swordsman knew that he had been locked by Rogge, but he looked relaxed and completely unmoved, waiting for the moment when the fat man would be surprised.
The fat man's increasingly louder chants seemed to be spurting out blazing anger! He finally spat out the last note viciously, and with a roar, the magic scroll in his hand burned to ashes.
Several chains shining with golden light appeared out of thin air, and the swordsman opened his mouth in disbelief, maintaining this expression of extreme shock. Trapped in place by intertwined magic chains.
Rogge seemed to be extremely confident in his magic scroll. He didn't pay attention to the effect of the chain of order at all, but instead stared at Mesili in the sky. Start chanting the incantation to attack magic. But obviously, he was not very familiar with this spell. He chanted it intermittently, with a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was trying to remember the spell and chanted every word he remembered.
Mesli felt extremely unbelievable that Rogge's chain of order could be successful, but she was somewhat relieved that Fatty now had such difficulty reciting a fireball spell. Anyway, there are a lot of incredible things in the world of magic. Maybe Fatty is just a little lucky. What's more, being trapped by the chains of order for a while won't hurt you at all.
She didn't see any movement, but with just a thought, a magic shield absorbed by flames enveloped her body. The demeanor of the Grand Magister is unmistakable.
In the world of magic, there are indeed many incredible things. At least the way Rogge chanted the incantation was not what Mesli could have imagined.
Rogge's intermittent spells were also interspersed with silent spells driven directly by spiritual power. In this way, he split a complete magic spell into two parts: chanting and silence. The chanted spell sounded like a fireball spell, but when combined with the silent part, it was a completely different magic spell, a spell that was enough to surprise Mesili.
Dark Order, this terrifying magic that occupies a prominent position in the entire system of dark magic, can simultaneously induce four effects: decay, collapse, aging, and petrification in the target organism. There is a certain probability of ignoring the target creature's magical defense, especially for those who use the power of light. All creatures have special bonus effects. Rogge used his high magic control to decompose this dark magic and only took its aging effect, which greatly reduced the difficulty of casting it. But even so, the difficulty of casting the spell has reached the seventh level, so Rogge, who has lost his already cursed purgatory, still needs to recite a long spell.
When the fat man recited the last sentence of the incantation, Mesli's expression, which had been watching with admiration for the performance of her old friend and disciple, finally changed drastically, because she sensed Rogge's rich dark aura that could no longer be concealed!
Rogge's mental tentacles accurately captured Mesili's physical condition. Her beautiful, slightly bluish face did not truly reflect the full effect of the Dark Order. Inside her body, several major organs were Rapid aging and suddenly reduced performance are no longer enough to support her control of magic. Therefore, the magic shield outside Mesili's body flickers on and off, and her body will fall to the ground.
Even if the curse brought by the dark order is driven away, the damage it causes to the body is permanent. This is the terrible thing about this magic. But Rogge knew that the aging effect alone was not fatal enough. No matter what, he couldn't let Mesili use the magic attached to the staff of the sacred book.
The dragon's eye appeared again in Rogge's left eye, and his gaze with a lot of mysterious power fell on Mesili's face. Just with such a glance, the magic light around Rogge quickly faded due to excessive consumption of magic power. The fat man immediately took a big step, no longer paying attention to Mesili, but rushed towards the swordsman who was still bound in place, the long blade formed by the shadow stretched out from his fingertips.
Mesili only felt waves of numbness coming from her body, and the temperature around her head was rising sharply. The hot breath brought unbearable stinging to her tender skin!
Just now. A weak but sharp wind blew through the heavy scorching breath and blew on her body.
The pair of shackled hands flashed before Mesli's eyes again, and her consciousness fell into darkness.
Mesili's entire upper body suddenly turned into a very fine blood mist, which was carried by the wind and floated into the distant night sky. And until now. A ball of hot and sticky flame similar to the breath of a silver dragon burned violently, but it could only burn half of the skeleton left by the female mage.
Rogge's shadow blade was raised high, but it just stayed in the air. Never fell down.
Right in front of him, the swordsman had a strange and mysterious smile on his face. It was as if he was enjoying the most joyful thing in the world. But on his face, cyan, black, dark gray and dark green appeared alternately, changing erratically, and sometimes even showing four colors at the same time, which looked very strange and terrifying. Not just his face. The same goes for his neck, and presumably the skin all over his body is also changing colors. The swordsman was completely unaware of his terrible changes, and his expression finally settled on a satisfied smile.
The golden chains of order were also stained with thick black, and they could no longer maintain a stable magical form. It exploded into a chaotic mess of magic.
The swordsman fell, and his body seemed to turn into a soft bag, and he began to lose his human shape as he fell. when he fell to the ground. The leather bag finally burst, spewing out a large ball of dark blue thick rotten juice! Wherever the rotten juices fell, the ground within a radius of tens of meters turned blue.
Rogge held the shadow blade high and looked ahead with a solemn expression. The countless splashes of rotten juice could not get close to his body. Even if it fell directly on him, the juice formed by the aftermath of the magic would not be able to do anything to his body.
But Rogge already wanted to retreat. He was secretly condensing his magic power and preparing to escape. What made him flinch was the terrifying magic that acted on the swordsman, that was the complete dark order!
And the magician who easily used this extremely dark spell stood not far in front of him. It was a mage wearing a dark black robe. Although his face could not be seen clearly, from the physical point of view, he was obviously a female magician, and a female magician with excellent body.
Faced with such a terrifying dark mage, Rogge did not run away immediately as he was accustomed to do. Instead, he was fully on guard while staring at her closely. There was no other reason, just because this female magician gave him a very familiar feeling. If a faint black flame ignited outside her mage robe again, Rogge would almost mistakenly think that Elesis was back!
The mysterious dark mage spoke, and her voice was pleasant and slightly hoarse: "Your magic control is not bad, but the process is too sloppy. Magic is used to kill people and defeat opponents. The longer the process, the easier it is to make mistakes. . I know you have very little courage, but you don’t have to be afraid, I’m just here to see you.”
Seeing her turn and leave, Rogge stopped her with a trembling voice: "Can't I see you later?"
She stood still and turned around again. She also knew that you were very lustful, but were you always so direct? Well, I'll show you what I look like, but I'm afraid you'll be very, very disappointed. "
The hood of the mage's robe was lifted up by a perfect hand, revealing an ordinary face.
No matter how good Rogge was at hiding himself, he couldn't help showing a strong look of disappointment at this moment. He couldn't help but smile to himself. With the methods of the Church of Light and the powerful forces hidden in the darkness, even if Elesis was not dead, how could she escape? What's more, the richer Fatty's knowledge is, the closer she is to coming to the conclusion that she can't still exist.
"I'm sorry, I mistook you for another person." Rogge bowed to the woman with great respect. He knew that such an extremely powerful dark mage should never be treated lightly.
She said calmly: "I know. Do you think I am Elesis?"
This soft sentence sounded like a thunder in Rogge's ears! He was just about to ask, but saw that the woman's figure had gone away. In desperation, Rogge didn't completely lose his mind. He thought for a while and just shouted: "Can I know your name?"
The woman's figure had melted into the night, but her voice still floated from the distance, with a faint smile: "You are smart! My name is... Adreni."
Roger was shocked again.
The war is over, and silver has once again become the dominant color in the frozen north. No matter how much sea water is lost, there is always enough water to replenish the ice ocean. It's just that the entire Bingyang feels much quieter at this moment. All the creatures that were affected in the battle just now will not even leave soul fragments behind.
The ocean surface has been frozen, and new ice is slowly growing. In a few years, or decades, this vast ice ocean will become the same as before.
At a very high altitude above the ice ocean, the scenery changes again.
Above here is deep black nothingness, the stars no longer flicker, and the blue moon becomes clearer. And below, it was a hazy dark gray under the night sky. At the end of the horizon, there is a bright line of light, which is a sign that dawn is coming.
Wei Na just stood on the dividing line between the sky and the earth, staring blankly at the ray of morning light in the distance. Her sculpturally beautiful face was filled with confusion, allowing the ray of morning light to creep up to her tips, then go all the way down, slowly passing over her eyebrows, her nose and her lips, and finally glowed with golden light. Covered with her stunning face.
Her golden hair suddenly flew up, and slowly fell down like a piece of golden morning light, and her voice was as vague and uncertain as falling from the sky: "***, I think of many memories lost in the heaven."
*** His hands were wrapped in his chest sleeves, his eyes were lowered, and he was standing not far from Wei Na. She replied calmly: "I will naturally share the memories you picked up."
Wella sighed softly: "Achilles, he is really a very stupid guy. I always thought that he was another tool created by the great Tiratmis, but I didn't expect that he is still the same as me. the same."
*** was silent for a long time before saying: "I thought it was Tiratmis who made the mistake."
Wella shook her head. The distance that Tiratmis's eyes could reach was beyond what you and I could imagine. What's more, if he didn't make a mistake as you said, how could you and me appear? "
"But I still don't quite understand..." *** frowned slightly: "The memories you regained are really too few, so few that I can't even draw a sketch of the heaven. It seems... . The more we know, the more we realize our ignorance. I can’t understand why Achilles doesn’t bring all your memories with him?”
Wella sighed quietly and never shared my experience in heaven. So of course you don’t understand. When every angel leaves the heaven, he will leave his memory behind, leaving only the necessary memories and his mission. The power Achilles chooses is completely different from mine. What I pursue is the perfect balance between various powers, while what he chooses is to push several powers to extremes. As a result, he acquired a unique form of existence and was able to exist independently from the body in various planes. And I still have to descend to gain the ability to exist stably in this plane. But no matter how special Achilles' form of existence is, he cannot violate the rules of heaven. So when he left the heaven, he couldn't take his memories with him either. All he can do is awaken my memory of the heaven through his own way of existence. That's why what you see are such disorganized memory fragments.
"Achilles has done a lot for you." *** said.
"Yeah, he couldn't have done more."
"However, his choice of power was not wise."
Wella seemed to be immersed in memories, she smiled slightly. From the beginning of creation, there was a difference between him and me. If he also chooses the route of balance of power, there is no hope of defeating me. Only now do I understand why he suddenly changed his fighting style and turned to seeking extreme power. "
With that said, Wella stretched his body. After he succeeded in transforming his power, he would challenge me every time he came back. Of course, he never won. "
"Judging from your memory, what he did this time will make him imprisoned in absolute nothingness forever..."
He chose to annihilate all his consciousness and restore it to its original energy form. Henceforth, Achilles ceased to exist in any sense of the word. "
***silence.
From now on, all entanglements between the most perfect angel of light and the most extreme angel of light will no longer exist.
"Wella, what are your plans for the future?" *** asked.
Wei Na faced the morning light and suddenly smiled softly. Everything has passed. No matter how hard we try, we can't make the river of time flow back. I am ready to receive all the power of the goddess of nature in this plane, and give myself a godhead that I can look past. I can't always let you be so proud! When I get the Godhead of the Goddess of Nature, I will see how you explain to your believers in the future that the battle between you and me will be repeated battles and defeats, or repeated defeats and battles? "
*** also smiled slightly and promised that I should spank you a few more times now. "
At this time, the morning light has passed over the entire ice ocean. Wella is bathing in the morning light. What are her plans for the future? "
Slowly opening your eyes, you saw something very strange from the memory you awakened. . . . Shocking stuff. "
Wella said calmly: "Did you see it too? Although I don't understand their meaning now, but... I only feel afraid."
"Me too." *** nodded: "So I think maybe it's time to go see a guy who is very timid. I don't know when he will have enough courage!"
Wei Na looked at *** and said with some surprise: "***, how do you understand this? I have read more than two thousand books before I feel that I understand something."
***Dai Mei frowned slightly again, not understanding anything! I just feel like I should go see him. Although I can still sense all his activities here, there is no difference from going to see him in person. But I don't know why. . . I feel that there seems to be some difference in this. "
"Of course it's different!" Wei Na said immediately. But after much thought, she couldn't think of any specific differences. She felt that she couldn't figure out the reason, maybe it was because she had read too few books.
When the morning light takes over the earth, the darkness will recede. The Wanli Icefield has ushered in a new day, a completely different day.
On this new day, there is no floating city, no powerful souls that once existed here, and no overwhelming bright red.
At this early morning, when Rogge sneaked back to his home, it was still quiet in Nuoda's mansion. The servants who got up early were doing their work carefully, because they knew that the two beautiful women in the mansion were Dangerous mistresses are always addicted to sleep, and at such times, they are always very temperamental.
The earth-shaking changes last night are completely meaningless to the ordinary people who work in these camps to provide daily food and clothing.
Rogge was full of thoughts as he walked along. He didn't notice that there was a faint trace of magic energy on the ground and stepped on it. Although the magic fluctuation was extremely weak, it still aroused Rogge's vigilance. He briefly discerned the direction of the magic wave transmission, and when his heart moved, he wanted to run away.
"Damn fat man, since you're back, come in!" Froya's voice came from the room. It seemed that she hadn't slept all night.
The fat man hesitated for a moment, then finally backed away from her door and walked in.
Froya had already changed into casual clothes and was leaning on the sand, flipping through the book "Plane Meditation" that she could never finish. There was nothing unusual about her calm face. It seemed as if the battle that almost killed her last night was just a nightmare from the past.
"Froya..." Rogge sat down next to her, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Instead, it was Froya who spoke first: "Did you win?"
Rogge nodded calmly. "
Froya was still flipping through the planes and meditating, and only glanced at the fat man under her long eyelashes. Now he is awesome! It's so easy to kill a great mage. "
The fat man shook his head. It was just a trick. Killing an unsuspecting great mage is not much more difficult than killing an unsuspecting magic apprentice. "
The little goblin said without raising his head: "How come your words are exactly the same as what Elder Hughes said?"
The fat man was stunned for a moment? What did he say? "
"That's right. When I came back, I asked him if it would be a problem for you to deal with the Grand Magister alone. He said this to me. And he told me to wait for you to come back with peace of mind."
The fat man felt moved in his heart, stretched out his hand, and gently held Froya's hand.
The little goblin finally raised his head, looked at Rogge and said, "What? Are you not going to give me to Milo?"
Ge didn't know what to say for a moment.
The little goblin suddenly smiled softly, stretched out his hand, and caressed the fat man's face. Do you remember when we were just together? At that time, I'm afraid you just wanted to play with me. At that time, the magic was passable and could help you a little. This should also be a factor. And now? You feel guilty for putting me in danger, I should be happy. What are you nervous about? "
"But Milo..."
"Of course he treats me better than you, it's just that he came late." Froya said neatly.
Rogge laughed, feeling all gloomy in his heart. He really likes Froya's charming and changeable character at ordinary times, but she is also crisp and decisive when it comes to big things.
But before he finished laughing, Froya said again: "Damn fat man, don't be happy too early. Please help me with something."
Before Rogge could ask, the little goblin said: "I want to see Adeleni, you can find a way. If it's inconvenient for you, then I'll go find Milo myself!"
After a while, Rogge went to Hughes' room again. His mood was agitated by the ups and downs, but he slowly calmed down along the way. Every time he saw Froya, this little fairy always had a way of making him happy, angry, scared and worried.
But at this time in the room, the smile on Froya's face had disappeared. Her pair of green eyes stared blankly at the morning light outside the window, and she was worried for a moment. After a long, long time, she sighed deeply and said to herself: "Froya, no matter which one of them is unable to win!"
She sighed softly and began to meditate through the planes again.
When Rogge pushed open the door and entered, Hughes and the Death God were sitting opposite each other. The fat man was stunned. He didn't know when the Death Squadron came back to Richelieu. When the Death Squadron saw Rogge, they just sighed heavily and walked out of the room without saying hello to Rogge.
Rogge looked at the back of Death Class a little strangely. Seeing that he was now involved, Hughes couldn't help himself. It was estimated that his plan to retire and live a quiet life had been ruined, and his mood was naturally not much better. Ignore him, he can't even let go of a divine weapon! "
"Sacred weapon, no wonder." Rogge shook his head and sat down. He looked at Hughes, pondered for a long time, and then said: "Elder Hughes, Master Wenner's condition is very bad. I don't think he can last a few more days. Is there anything you can do?"
Hughes sighed: "Lord Rogge, you still look at the existence of life from the perspective of a standard necromancer! Winner's soul has long been torn into pieces. At this time, perhaps only the gods can restore his existence. This matter is beyond our capabilities."
“But isn’t Audreyh also a god?”
"All her divine power is focused on destruction, not saving lives. What's more, this matter is also beyond the scope of her power."
Rogge nodded. Elder Si, you really know a lot. But I won’t delve into the source of your profound knowledge. Now I just want to take a look at the elf classics you have been talking about, okay? "
Hughes was surprised. Why did he suddenly want to read the elf classics? "
Rogge said: "I hate this feeling of powerlessness now. I can't always wait for the enemy to come to my door. I must do something. I know that power cannot be obtained out of thin air. But wisdom can make up for the lack of power. If With proper planning, a low-level swordsman can easily kill an unsuspecting great mage. I need wisdom, real wisdom. So I want to read your elf tomes."
Hughes didn't say anything. He just pulled out a thick and beautifully bound book from the bookshelf and said slowly: "Anyone who wants to control his destiny has to pay a heavy price. With the wisdom to understand everything, the final outcome Just eternal pain. Do you have the determination?"
Rogge said calmly: "Isn't the price I pay now less?"
Hughes nodded, gently touched the heavy tome in his hand, and said after a long time: "This elf tome... is actually the source of all tragedies for the elf. Although you have the determination to pay, you haven't read it yet. ability. But if I don’t let you see it, you won’t give up.”
After that, Hughes placed the book squarely in front of Rogge and said slowly: "When you read it, remember to be humble. When you put your hand on this book, what you touch is , is actually the domain of the gods.”
Rogge nodded and sat upright.
He gently touched the mithril-edged cover of this thick tome. The moment his fingertips touched the book, his whole soul trembled slightly.
It seemed that at this moment, the high-altitude country where the gods lived had once again raised a corner of the curtain in front of him.
He was in a trance, as if he had seen an extremely prosperous, exquisite, complex and beautiful world, with floating cities of different styles floating proudly in the sky. And in his ears, there were waves of faint elven songs. These extremely beautiful songs were like gravity, almost dragging his soul out of his body!
The fat man was horrified, and his mental power surged out, destroying all the phantoms, and then returned to normal.
When he saw the real world clearly again, the Elf Foundation had already turned the first page at some point. On the title page, there is a line of delicate and gorgeous golden elven text. "War of the Twelve Elf Kings" As an alternative magician who has penetrated far enough into the magic world, Rogge has already mastered the Elvish language, so he naturally recognizes this line of elven text. But he knew that wasn't how the book read.
Roger took a deep breath and closed his eyes. At this moment, Rodrigues, the Pope, Achilles, the goddess of nature, the goddess of ice and snow, all the existences he had seen in his life, whose power had already transcended the ordinary world, flowed through his heart one by one, and at the same time, he recalled They have different auras, and these auras represent their different powers.
Rogge opened his eyes again, and his eyes turned silver!
On the title page of the elf classics, the line "War Records of the Twelve Elf Kings" had long since disappeared, and another line of words that Rogge had never seen before slowly emerged! At this moment, his breathing had stopped!
He could clearly sense that every pattern on those words contained great power!
Although he didn't recognize the words at all, he could understand their meaning. Rogge finally knew the true name of the Elf Classics.
The Book of Hero!
He suppressed his wildly beating heart and turned the pages of the book one by one.
Time passed quietly.
Finally, Rogge became dizzy and almost fell down on the table. He calmed down, and the elven classics had already returned to their usual appearance.
"How much do you understand?" Hughes asked.
"I don't understand at all." The fat man replied with a wry smile.
When Roger came out of Hughes' room, it was almost dusk.
A vague black shadow passed in front of the fat man at an incredible height.
Rogge suddenly shouted: "Gregory!"
"Are you looking for me?" The underground dwarf stopped and replied instinctively. As soon as the words came out, it immediately knew that it had caused a big disaster, and it shivered in fear.
Rogge will be afraid if he smiles. I'm going to see your master soon, won't you make some preparations? ” (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)