When the early morning light once again illuminated the central mountain range, the battle here finally came to an end. WwW.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.CoMBut the traces left by that war are everywhere. The valley outside the elven underground castle was filled with broken swords, embers of trees, and blood seeping deeply into the soil. It was quiet inside the orc camp. The orc warriors who were still able to move had already withdrawn, but they were too exhausted to take care of the corpses of the dead. Therefore, in the temporary camp, the corpses of nearly 10,000 orc warriors were lying in random directions. Beside the camp, there were also piles of tens of thousands of giant orc corpses. They were the corpses of orc warriors recovered from cleaning the battlefield after yesterday's stop.
Any body is useful to the mysterious figure who originally led the orcs. Therefore, the orcs simply took back the bodies of thousands of elven warriors on the battlefield.
Now the orcs have embarked on their way back, but this way back is not easy. Their departure route was clearly marked, using the corpses of diseased orcs of course. By the creek, on the mountains, and by the woods, corpses of orcs lying dead on the ground can be seen everywhere. Occasionally, an orc dressed as a priest will appear among the corpses, often holding a totem flag tightly in their arms. The appearance of this scene often means that all the prime-age orcs in this orc tribe have died. The corpses of the orcs are like green road signs, pointing in the direction of the orc empire.
On the battlefield, tens of thousands of elves were busy this time. They wanted to recover the bodies of their comrades and bury them under the kanachi tree. The tall Kannachi tree grows rapidly and its roots spread far and wide. The elves in the Green Sea believe that after the elves die and are buried under this kind of tree, they can return to the embrace of the earth and the forest.
The corpses of the orcs were piled together. Originally, they were all going to be burned, but the corpses were indispensable to Rogge, a necromancer, so they were piled there temporarily. It was still very cold in the north at this time. The body won't decompose for a while. Fatty has asked all the elf mages to go all out to study the corpses of these orcs to see how they are different from the previous orcs.
In this battle, the natural disaster unleashed by the orcs eventually became their own disaster. They sacrificed the lives of more than 40,000 warriors in exchange for less than 3,000 elves casualties. After the natural disaster, all the elves need to do is stay in the underground fortress and wait for the orcs to evacuate. At that time, many strong men on the elven side have already fought to the point of exhaustion, and if they are not fighting under natural disasters, the power of Rogge and Adeleni's curse will be greatly reduced, and the combat effectiveness of the orc warriors will be fully exerted. The battle would become a slog again.
After this battle, the elves who escaped from the Green Sea finally began to obey Rogge's orders. Perhaps it was because they were acclimatized. The several Green Sea Elf elders who were imprisoned by Rogge suddenly became seriously ill at the same time. In just one day, they seemed to be dying. Once these stumbling blocks were removed, and with the remaining power of defeating the orcs in one battle, Rogge took the opportunity to take over the power and initially brought these elves under his command. Anyway, the fat man had finally read the Book of Hero, and there was finally hope that the identity of this divine envoy could be corrected. Therefore, the fat man felt much more confident when he commanded the elves.
The central mountains calmed down for a moment. In this battle, the orcs suffered heavy losses, and the elite elves were almost completely lost in the Green Sea station, and were unable to return to attack the Green Sea. After experiencing such a setback. There has been a significant increase in pragmatic voices among elves. Or to put it more bluntly, the elves in the City of Oracle have taken leadership, and Rogge's status as the envoy of the God has been confirmed among the Green Sea elves. And even though Hughes didn't want to. But he was still designated as the Great Elder by Rogge, responsible for making many specific decisions. As for the imprisoned elven elders, they died of illness three days after the war ended.
But elves are not adapted to underground life after all. As soon as the orcs evacuated, they walked out of the underground fortress and headed to the old site of Oracle City to rebuild this beautiful elven city. In the City of Oracle, the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of orcs have been turned into fertilizer for plants. However, the clear lake water has been polluted by many orcs and war beasts, and it is difficult to recover. When the elves of the Green Sea fled, There is only time to get rid of a very few of the most important things. This includes the seeds of three ancient elven trees, plus the original three ancient elven trees in Oracle City. Although it is still not enough to support the lives of 50,000 elves, it can still survive. Amoluo, who has extremely strong vitality, performed extremely well in this battle. He didn't act rashly at all. He was just like a docile domestic dog. How could he have any majesty of a high-ranking demon
But being docile brought him unprecedented benefits. Now it only needs to lie down in the magic circle for most of the day every day. After supplying the magic power of the ancient elf tree, it will be allowed to move freely around the Oracle City for a while. Compared with the past when I was surrounded by blood-sucking thorns, this was simply heaven. As for why it not only no longer harms the elves, but also doesn't even dare to escape, this secret is only in the hands of a very small number of people.
Ordinary elves do not understand the secret, but they have all heard how Amaro was tamed. Therefore, everyone looked at Constantine with more respect and fear, and the tone of speaking to him no longer contained the inherent arrogance of elves facing other races. As for Eiffel, who directed Constantine around in chaos, no one would despise him.
The elves were keenly observant. Although they could not understand what Amaro was saying, they felt that it would only change its mood in the presence of a few people. It was fear in front of Constantine, intimacy in front of Eiffel, confusion in front of Hughes, and anger when it met the fat man.
The rebuilding of the Oracle City was a slow and arduous process. The limited magic power was allocated to defense and warfare to the maximum extent, while delicacy and beauty were ranked at the bottom of the list. This decision did not cause much controversy among the elves. After all, no elves wanted the scene in the Green Sea to happen again.
As if in response to the relaxed atmosphere just after the war, the weather on this day was rare and clear.
Under the high sky, Eiffel sat on a big rock, the slightly cold wind gently blowing her golden long hair. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the gloomy mountains in the distance, wondering what she was thinking.
A dozen fawns lingered around her, and occasionally they would come over and nuzzle her boots affectionately. This alpine short-tailed deer is very common in the Central Mountains. They are not big in size but have amazing jumping ability. It can jump back and forth freely on rocks. Except for the raptors flying in the sky, it is difficult for ordinary monsters to capture them.
Eiffel gently patted the head of a deer next to her. It seemed to be very comfortable, hooted, and then lazily walked away. For some reason, these short-tailed deer looked listless today, completely lacking the intelligence and spirit of mountain creatures. A short-tailed deer lingered a few times on the rocks in the distance, seemingly hesitant to jump. Before it could decide, it fell to the ground. He twitched a few times and then stopped moving. The remaining short-tailed deer whined, and they had no choice but to continue wandering aimlessly over the mountains. After a while, another deer fell to the ground.
Eiffel looked at the group of deer and just sighed softly. Suddenly, a deep voice came to mind from behind Eiffel: "Are they the ones who planted the seeds of plague to the orcs?"
The elf girl nodded.
Constantine stood next to Eiffel, looked at the deer, and sighed as the plague had spread and their mission had been completed. But their final fate is destined to be the same as those of the orcs. I can't help them either. "
Eiffel turned her head and looked at Constantine. At this moment, the cardinal's head was in a mess and his eyes were dark. His eyes were bloodshot. There was a look of exhaustion that couldn't be hidden from his face. In these days, Constantine first treated the injured elves in Green Sea, and then cast blessings to suppress natural disasters on thousands of elven warriors. After the war, he had to treat the wounded and exorcise elves who were unfortunate enough to be cursed by natural disasters. He almost never slept a wink.
In fact, in this war, Constantine did not directly go into battle to kill the enemy. But he also took great credit for it. Without his existence, at least nearly a thousand elves would have died of serious injuries. Only a light mage like Constantine, who possesses extremely profound magical attainments, can accomplish such an almost impossible task. When casting a large-scale curse exorcism blessing, even a top-notch light mage can only cast it two or three times, affecting a hundred people.
"You have been busy rescuing people, how can you have extra mana to save them? I don't want them to become like this! But there is no way to do it," Effier said.
Constantine was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand in front of Eiffel, and said slowly: "Effiel, this thing belongs to you too, right?" In the cardinal's open hand, there was a bird with two pointed ends. A small transparent insect was twisting around and making a hissing sound. He kept sniffing the scent of flesh and blood, looking for victims. Eiffel nodded and you already knew. Yes, I put them there.
Constantine stared at Eiffel, her eyes were still as clear as a spring, looking back straight. There is no impurity in her gaze, her eyes, or her soul. Her innocent gaze was like invisible pressure, which even made Constantine involuntarily want to avoid it.
The cardinal finally sighed, Mayfair, I really don't understand why your methods are so ruthless, but your soul can be so pure? The scriptures did not give me an answer to this question. "
"My methods are ruthless?" Eiffel looked at Constantine strangely, but then suddenly said: I understand, you evaluate me like this because there are too many orcs who died because of me! What you are holding are the larvae of the royal bee. Of course, they are no longer the original bee worms. I used the sacred spell you taught me to slightly change them. They were all placed by me in the City of Oracles. Also, I put the plague seeds on these short-tailed deer. "
"Then do you know how many lives will disappear with what you do? Have you clearly calculated it?" Constantine stared at Eiffel and asked word by word.
"How many orcs will die in my hands?" Eiffel thought for a moment, put a pair of delicate hands in front of her eyes, and counted slowly: "One hundred thousand... more than 110,000 at most, 130,000 to 40,000 in the end."
"Is life just a number to you?" Constantine's voice was already a bit harsh.
Eiffel looked at him, not caring about his undisguised anger. Just said: "Of course not. But killing all the orcs is the purpose of our war? Besides, the orcs killed 150,000 elves in the Green Sea. You see, the scripture you gave me also said that in order to spread The glory of the Supreme God, killing pagans who harm believers is an expression of faith. So as an elf, have I done anything wrong?"
Eiffel looked at Standing and asked: "If it were you and you had to choose between the death of a hundred pagans and the death of one devout believer, what would you do?"
Under her clear gaze, the cardinal suddenly felt stressed.
yes. What would he choose? Does he have a choice? His only choice was clearly recorded in the scriptures, which was the scripture he gave to Eiffel. Constantine always felt that there was something wrong in Eiffel's words, or something that made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't explain it. All her logic is so simple and correct. Her correctness has been proven by the scriptures.
"But Eiffel, even if we have to destroy the statement for the sake of belief, we must... also have a respectful attitude towards life." Constantine considered the words carefully, and for the first time, he felt that the language was so poor.
"I love you, but I have to kill you." Eiffel sang this sentence like a chant. And then to: "Is that so?"
Have to admit. Her voice is very clear and sweet. If she sings in the church full-time, she will definitely leave a mark in the canon of church history. But the content of her words was more lethal than her voice. The cardinal, who thought he had penetrated the illusion of the world, was unable to refute it for a moment.
"Hypocrisy! This is what you humans like to do the most." Eiffel couldn't wait for Constantine's answer, so she gave him an unceremonious conclusion, stood up, jumped down from the rock, and said: "The clan members are all moving. I have to go back and help."
The cardinal stopped her and asked her to wait! Where did you get these... queen bee larvae and plague seeds? Also, what kind of sacred magic did you use to transform it? Why don't I remember teaching you such a spell? "
Eiffel said: "Each tribe of our elves has different mythical beasts for different purposes, and the royal bee is one of them. As for the plague, we have preserved all the various plague seeds that have grown in the Central Mountains in the past thousands of years. A little. This was originally intended to be used to resist the plague. As for the sacred spell to improve them, it is the prophecy you taught me! It is really useful!"
"Prophecy?! This is impossible!" Constantine never expected it to be this! And he couldn't figure out why prophecy had such an effect. Although this sacred magic has always been known for its unpredictable results.
"Nothing is impossible. Haven't you been wondering why my soul is so pure and busy? That's because I have a clear purpose and the simplest and most determined persistence, or in your words, I have faith. For this purpose , no matter what I do, I think what I do is right. Therefore, my soul is naturally pure."
After Eiffel finished speaking, she looked at Constantine, with a flash of divine light on her body, and then said: "It's best that you find another pair of faith shackles, your faith will be shaken."
Constantine laughed and said: "Your prophecy..."
He suddenly couldn't speak any more. Looking at Eiffel's beautiful figure jumping lightly on the rocks and leaving, the cardinal looked thoughtful.
At this time, the strong men were busy with their own affairs. Except for Hughes and Constantine, who stayed in the newly built Oracle City, everyone else had dispersed. Rogge and Froya were also in the northbound carriage, escorted by a small group of elf knights back to the imperial capital.
Taking a carriage back to the imperial capital was a romantic but time-consuming journey. But Froya insisted on this, and Rogge thought that there were no urgent matters to be dealt with in the imperial capital, so he decided to accompany the little fairy to travel all the way back to the imperial capital. In fact, the Northland is still covered in ice and snow at the moment. Looking around, it is all vast and desolate. How can there be any scenery at all? But as long as there is this unpredictable little fairy who can make people turn from love to hate, and hate to love at all times, with unparalleled charm, no matter what kind of poor mountains and rivers, they will immediately enter the fairyland.
At this moment, it is warm and cozy in the carriage.
Froya kept poking the fat man's waist with her long nails, and electric fire was beating on her fingertips, while saying: "What are you thinking about? What's so good about the window? Come and see me!"
Rogge smiled and turned around, thinking that the little goblin was just tickling him and just calculating. Several strong men died at my hands. "
"Really? Then tell me, how many are there in total?" Froya asked playfully while poking Rogge happily.
"Rockefeller, Sky Fury, Mesili... She can barely be counted as one, after all, it was not me who did the last thing. And Gemma, this old woman is still very powerful in magic, and there are no other important people." The names of powerful men spit out from Rogge's mouth, and countless decisive battles on the edge of life and death also reappeared in his mind. Rogge's expression seemed a little dazed, as if he had returned to the scene of the fighting.
Froya's question brought Rogge back from his thoughts, and he shook his head gently. Although those warriors who have reached the realm of the Holy Realm are not as terrifying in terms of lethality as the Great Mage, they have keen senses and very fast reactions, so they have almost no weaknesses. The Great Magister is different. Their bodies are weak. If they prepare protective magic in advance, they are very easy to kill without defense. Of course, if they are fully prepared, they will become more difficult to deal with than the warriors of the Holy Domain. Therefore, what the Grand Mage fears most is the assassin hiding in the darkness. This was the case with Mesili who died in my hands. If she had been prepared, I basically had no chance. "
Froya leaned lazily on the thick cushions and got up. Being a magician is a very dangerous profession. But I have this book on Plane Meditation in my hand, and it would be a pity not to practice it. "
Roger was silent. The higher the level of magicians, the more terrifying the attack power of their magic. But in comparison, the magician's defense increases very slowly. Those great magicians who can use seventh-level magic almost all master terrifying spells that can kill the enemy with one blow. Magic battles between great magicians and above are often life and death between several spells.
The plane meditation practiced by Froya contains many terrifying magics that are not part of the magic system, and has the unique power of pouring out most of the magic power of the body in one hit. So although she only recovered a little more magic power at level 13, she could definitely defeat a level 14 magician. But plane meditation is not entirely harmless. Its biggest flaw is the lack of protective means, and after the caster releases magic, he often loses the ability to resist or fight back because the magic power is consumed too much too quickly.
Although Froya possesses numerous magical equipment, unless it is a divine weapon, the protection provided by the equipment is still not enough to offset the power of high-level attack magic.
Upon thinking of this, Rogge immediately held Froya's hand and said with concern: "You'd better not practice this plane meditation!"
The little goblin smiled softly and said faintly: "Of course I have to practice. You have more and more enemies now, and I can't help you in the first place. If I don't practice plane meditation, won't I be completely useless? You see , I am not even as good as Maura now."
Rogge chuckled, and quietly inserted one hand into her long skirt, all the way up, while saying: "Even if you don't have any magic, it is still very useful..."
Froya groaned and kicked Rogge out with a strong kick. Then he said fiercely: "Don't even think about changing the topic. Anyway, no matter what you say, I will practice plane meditation. Otherwise, you can trade me for Adeleni. It's your choice!"
The fat man chuckled and said, "What kind of loyalty do we need when dealing with these demons?" Just Milo. You want to come and steal a woman from me too? Of course I want both, this time I have to make him lose all his money! "
The little goblin snorted, but there was a bright smile on his face. Very happy to hear that.
Outside the carriage is a cold world, but inside the carriage is as warm as spring. The two of them walked all the way to Richelieu.
As soon as the carriage stopped in Rogge's mansion, Roboski, who received the urgent report, galloped back. He didn't have time to greet Rogge, but he still had to do things such as being careful and flattering.
Roger got off the carriage. From Robosky's mouth, he learned that neither Death Ban nor Androni had come back, and he didn't know what they were doing. He just nodded and walked towards the magic laboratory with Froya. There are many rare magic raw materials placed there, so it is heavily protected and is the most important place in his house.
At this moment, Rogge's magic control power was already extraordinary, but he was still cautious and worked for a long time before he lifted the magic traps set around the magic laboratory. But as soon as he pushed open the door to the inner room, he and Froya were stunned!
On the floor of the large room, there are more than ten magic arrays arranged. The magic arrays are shining with a faint light and are still running slowly and orderly. Nothing looks any different. It’s just that the power of the goddess of nature locked in the center of the magic circle is gone!
The power of the goddess of nature can never die on her own. Rogge had carefully checked every magic circle before leaving, and there were no problems. Even if no one pays attention to them, they can run on their own for a year or two without any problem. So someone must have done it intentionally.
Who could sneak through so many magic traps and take away the power of the goddess of nature without leaving any traces
Regardless of other things, this person's magic level and stealth ability must be extremely high. And from the fact that nothing else in the laboratory has been touched, it can be seen that his purpose is very clear, which is to come for the divine power of the goddess of nature. The timing he chose was also very favorable. In the past, there would often be two or three strong men from the holy realm appearing in Rogge's mansion. How could ordinary people get in? But in order to resist the orcs, all the strong men on Fatty's side gathered in the central mountain range. The mansion was temporarily empty, and others took advantage of it.
The fat man wondered hard, what was the purpose of this man taking away the power of the goddess of nature? The divine power of these nature goddesses was completely isolated from the nature goddess's body by him using the elven magic circle, and they only existed unconsciously. And they are actually very, very thin and cannot be used for anything at all. Divine power is difficult to die. Once they break away from the shackles of the elven magic circle and contact the goddess of nature, they will either be taken back by the goddess of nature, or like the last time, the goddess of nature will directly use her sense of the direction of this divine power to directly Take the form of a clone or send a divine servant to punish those who disrespect.
Rogge already knows that there is an invisible connection between divine power and God's body. But they have no power in themselves, and are completely different from the godhead and God's domain abilities. Just like every magician has magic power with different attributes, but what kind of magic can be released with these magic powers depends on many other factors.
Therefore, divine power itself is actually of little use.
What's worrying is that this hidden figure actually knows all about their activities. He secretly thinks that if this person wants to kill a few people in his house, it will be much easier than stealing from a well-guarded magic laboratory. .
Froya looked at everything in the magic laboratory and said in disbelief: "All the divine power has been stolen! It's incredible that we can let people sneak in with so many defensive measures. If my teacher Hierro Even if he is not dead, he may not be finished yet.”
The fat man sighed and dismissed these magical powers as nothing. He came here specifically to steal these divine powers, so he must have a major purpose. It's a pity that we don't know his purpose. "
"Didn't you say last time that apart from being able to stimulate the goddess of nature with the help of the two-way connection of divine power, these divine powers have no use? Why would someone come to steal it?" Froya asked with a frown.
Rogge's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he pondered: "This may be related to the two-way nature of divine power."
The fat man paced back and forth in the room a few times, then suddenly stood up and said to Froya: "Wait until Androni comes back. Just stay with her, and you can't be separated under any circumstances!"
Little Fairy Yanran, are you worried about me? But baby Annie is not as obedient as me. In fact. Among the powerful guys here, except for Hughes, I don’t think you can command anyone. "
Rogge was a little annoyed. The little goblin had indeed hit on his sore spot. He had known this problem for a long time. But there is no solution. For any Saint Domain powerhouse or great mage, even the king of a country must be very polite to them. After thinking about it, Androni was the only one who still had some hope. Just because I go my own way. They do not obey command and control, so in real conflicts between countries, the role that the strong can play is actually extremely limited.
"Of course I will find a solution for Anne. I'm just worried that you won't stay with her honestly." Rogge stared at Froya and said.
The goblin's expression was a little unnatural, but she had no way to avoid it, so she reluctantly agreed: "Okay, if you can convince Annie, I will listen to you."
The whereabouts of strong men are erratic. It was obvious that Mora had returned to the imperial capital for many days, but Ender's Roni and the Death Squad were nowhere to be seen. Rogge had no choice but to deal with the mundane affairs that had accumulated over the past few days. Since the battle with the Ice and Snow Goddess, Fatty has re-recognized the importance of these mundane affairs. If not for the tens of thousands of followers of the Ice and Snow Goddess who were slaughtered at the critical moment of the war, causing her power of faith to be greatly reduced, it would have been more difficult for Rogge and the others to win the final victory.
Therefore, the area of struggle between gods, in addition to the field of godhead, is also the competition for secular believers.
At this moment, by virtue of the fact that the body that had captured the godhead of the Ice and Snow Goddess was frequently performing miracles, Mora had initially completed the bloody and cruel purge and stabilized the Silver Holy Cult. What she needs to do next is to unify the two religions of the Eye of Wisdom and the Holy Silver Religion into one religion, a religion that dominates the source of faith in the largest empire in the north.
The Silver Holy Cult has a long history in the empire, and many children of prominent families in the empire serve in the church. The scale of Mora's purge this time was unprecedented, and her style was extremely ruthless. Anyone who dared to question the goddess or her authority and refused to change after being persuaded would be brutally suppressed. And during the religious war, countless followers of the Silver Holy Religion died at the hands of Eye of Wisdom and Rogge. How could such a blood feud be easily resolved? Therefore, although Mora relied on the goddess and had strong methods, it was still difficult for the two religions to unite, and many believers opposed her move without fear of death.
However, Mora fully adhered to the strong and fierce style of the Communist Party and suppressed all opposing voices. Fortunately, she has the support of Rogge and Straw in the imperial political arena, and those opponents are more or less wary. However, after Straw lost power, Rogge was unable to stand alone, so the voice against Mora became louder and louder.
In the days since Rogge left the imperial capital, Robosky had fully demonstrated his political talents. He kept wandering among the major nobles, and reached several compromise deals with several important nobles, which reduced the pressure on Mora to reorganize the Silver Holy Cult. This result made Rogge very satisfied, so the fat man simply let Roboski do it. He himself focused on how to survive the winter in the Principality of Arei and deal with the orcs.
With Fatty’s understanding of various races. The orcs were able to dispatch an army of 200,000 at a time, which meant that the population of the orc empire this time was at least five million. This is a serious problem. Fatty was completely dissatisfied with the results of killing hundreds of thousands of elite orcs. His usual style was to eliminate the weeds.
Rogge once fantasized about recruiting orcs for his own use, but he immediately knew that this idea was unrealistic. Obviously, there is a mysterious and powerful force behind the orcs. They can train a bunch of scattered orcs into disciplined warriors, can cultivate various powerful war beasts, and even have warlocks who can use natural disaster rituals. An idle person. This force will never hand over the orcs to Rogge.
At this moment, Fatty has received an urgent report from the Redbud Butterfly. He knew that the orcs had such a military appearance. The 20,000 soldiers led by Du Lin may have become the food of the orcs.
Faced with such a situation, Rogge could not suppress the anger in his heart. He felt that it was time to show some shame to his opponents in the political arena. The fat man could not touch Pompey and Alexander, but with his current power and strength. It is still possible to deal with characters such as Grand Duke Kerry of the Principality of Leighton or the Governor of the Border Province. The most reliable thing about Rogge is that he has the support of many strong people and can do things that others cannot do. He knew that all he needed to do was beat the Prince of Cree and the Duke of Doriac, who belonged to Pompey and Alexander, until they hurt. Then when others choose to go against themselves. I will definitely think about it carefully.
Doriac and Cree, one old and the other young, are both mediocre and lustful people. The fat man began to seriously consider what it would be like to put a small magic fire on the bodies of these two people. Grill that thing half-cooked so that they can no longer touch women within a few months. I wonder if these two guys will dare to go against him so blatantly from now on? Of course, the fat man will not really let them wither from now on. It is necessary to teach them a lesson, but they cannot be pushed into a hurry.
Rogge perked up and began to think about the details of the plan. In the blink of an eye, when he had roughly thought it through, he realized that the sun was already setting in the west, and the afternoon had passed without realizing it.
Why do you fight with these people every day? Rogge suddenly felt that what he was doing was meaningless. But he immediately convinced himself that having power can win over believers, and with believers, there is the power of faith. This is certainly good for ***. But the more power of faith, wouldn’t it push her deeper into the city of gods
He couldn't figure it out again.
A wave of fatigue suddenly hit him. The fat man barely blinked his eyes twice and then fell down on the table, snoring loudly.
In a daze, Rogge's eyes suddenly lit up, and a metal wall shining with soft light appeared. Rogge looked around. Except for the wall in front of him, he was surrounded by white clouds. It seemed that the only way out was on this wall. So he took a step forward and observed carefully.
This wall is entirely made of a strange metal that Rogge knows nothing about. It is faintly transparent, like crystal. The soft golden light it emits contains a sacred aura like a drizzle, which blows on the fat man's body. , making him feel very comfortable. The inside of this metal seems to be in a liquid state, with countless faint smoke floating around. The fat man's eyesight was astonishing. With a little adjustment, he could tell that the puffs of thin smoke were actually made up of countless tiny talismans containing powerful energy.
Just the effect of one of the light smokes already made Rogge dizzy.
Rogge calmed down and suppressed the shock in his heart. He just felt that everything he saw before him was far beyond the scope of what he could understand. Rogge opened his right hand, turned into extremely sharp claws, and tried to grab at the wall. However, he suddenly discovered that after a sudden and unpleasant creaking sound, the tip of his claw was completely damaged. But there was no trace left on the metal wall!
As if Rogge's actions had awakened something, a very loud roar suddenly occurred around him, almost knocking him out!
The wall in front of Rogge slowly moved and became farther and farther away. It wasn't until the wall moved dozens of meters away that Fatty realized that what just appeared in front of him was not the entire wall, but just a huge brick on the wall!
The fat man stood frozen on the ground, dumbfounded, looking in awe at this wall that was indescribably vast, with its upper, lower, left, and right edges hidden in the mist.
What a building it would be if the whole picture could be shown!
Even if it is the floating city presided over by ***, how can its hugeness and grandeur be even one-tenth of its size? What's more, this wall is so strong and contains so much power that Rogge has never dreamed of.
The walls gradually grew taller and farther away. Rogge stared at him, shocked at first, but later turned into fear. That is the fear of the unknown, powerful existence described by Wu Fa!
At first, Roger always thought that what he saw was a wall. But when he gradually moved away, and more features gradually emerged from the rain and fog, the fat man realized that what he was facing turned out to be a huge golden castle!
As this golden castle flies farther and farther. First his hands, then his legs, and finally, Rogge's whole body began to tremble and suddenly the clouds cleared.
It has moved to the other side of the sky. Only from this distance could Rogge see its entirety clearly. It was made of countless huge metal blocks. It was not a golden castle, but a strange piece of armor! An incredible piece of armor!
The lower part of his armor is spread out. It looks like the base of a castle. What Rogge studied carefully just now is part of a small armor page in this part. The upper part of the base is like a tower converging upwards. The top of the tower is surrounded by three giants, each wearing a golden helmet of different shapes on its head. The mask integrated with the helmet is solemn and majestic, and there is a hint of wind and cloud in the empty eyes, as if looking down on all life in the world.
And on the top of the tower, there are countless faces densely arranged! These faces are arranged neatly and are different from each other. It seems that each face represents a different race.
But these faces all have one thing in common, that is, no matter how many eyes they have, these eyes are tightly closed.
Rogge looked at this huge existence speechlessly. How tall is he? The fat man didn't know. The only thing he could tell was that the body part was over 10,000 meters high! ~
How old is he? Rogge subconsciously didn't want to think about this problem.
Fatty intuitively felt that this astonishing existence made entirely of metal was definitely not a lifeless castle. There was only one existence under that extremely vast metal armor!
And even at such a distance, Rogge didn't fully understand its existence. Under his armor and skirt, countless huge seven-color streamers stretched out, and the lower ends were hidden in the thick clouds.
Rogge stared at it blankly, his soul completely blank.
Time flows in silence.
The giant golden castle suddenly became alive with tens of thousands of faces inlaid on one side of Rogge, and all their eyes opened at the same time! In an instant, more than a hundred thousand eyes were focused on Rogge? !
When such a large number of eyes are focused on one point, it is as if they can melt everything in the world!
"Who is there?" Thousands of voices with different tones asked at the same time. That huge sound wave was enough to wipe out an entire mountain range in an instant!
The world at that moment was beyond description.
Roger wanted to escape, but couldn't move. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't hear his own voice. The only thing he could do was to watch helplessly as the huge wave with millions of voices merging into one hit him head-on.
Rogge suddenly shouted and fell to the ground. He felt dizzy for a while, and then realized that everything was just a nightmare. For a moment, he felt weak all over and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
The fat man struggled to stand up and sat down. It took him a long time to calm down his wildly beating heart. His hands were still shaking, and his soul had not yet recovered from the shock.
He didn't dare to think about it.
Was what he saw just now really just a dream? (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)