In the warm darkness, there is finally a little light. w wW\QuAnBen-XIaoShuo\c omThis spot of light gradually expanded, and a smiling face faintly appeared in it.
Ogenheile groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He is still not used to the strong light around him, and it takes him a long time to distinguish the surrounding scenery.
"Are you awake?" A seemingly familiar voice came from the ear of the orc high priest. He tried to remember where he had heard this voice, but his mind was still in a trance, as if he was floating in the clouds and fog.
He wanted to move, but found that the feeling coming from his body was just blank. He wanted to breathe, and when he opened his mouth, a cold liquid surged up in his throat, completely blocking his throat. Ogenheller was a little strange. He obviously couldn't breathe, but why didn't he feel suffocated
The familiar voice said again: "It seems that you are not quite used to it yet, but you will get better soon. Dear High Priest of Ogenheile."
The high priest turned his attention to the source of the sound. After staring at the speaker for several minutes, his extremely slow thinking finally remembered that he had seen this fat man in front of the cub training hall. Immediately, the blazing fire, the collapsed temple, and the orcs groaning in the fire flashed in his mind one by one.
Instinctively angry, Augenheller wanted to raise his left hand and use the powerful magic recorded in the magic book to deal with it. But he had no feeling at all in his left arm. He wanted to wave the staff in his right hand again. The staff he used to use was equipped with powerful curse skills, but the feeling in his right hand was also nothing.
Finally, the high priest, burned by anger, wanted to pounce forward and bite his opponent's neck with his sharp fangs.
His fangs are still there. But the jumping and swooping movements can only be thought about in the mind, and there is no physical reaction at all.
The fat man smiled and said: "It seems that you are beginning to remember some things in the past, but you still don't understand the current situation. Anyway, I think you can roughly understand it this way.
A magic mirror appeared in front of Augenheller. In the mirror, only one head of the great priest remained, standing strangely in a crystal tray. His green skin was now covered with a thick layer of gray, and his entire neck was immersed in gray-black liquid that was ten centimeters deep. The liquid on the plate exudes a strong stench. It seemed like the corpse liquid of some kind of creature. Even the high priest, who had no idea about the body odor of beasts, found the smell a little unbearable.
However, what surprised the high priest the most was that he was still alive and able to live in this form!
"Don't be surprised, because I am a necromancer with a decent level. The existence of extending life in a special form is the essence of necromantic magic." The kind-faced fat man seemed to know what the high priest was thinking, and directly Answering the questions in his mind, he then said: "My name is Rogge. You may have heard of me, or you may not know my existence at all, but that's no problem. I think we can have a good talk now. Almost I forgot to water you, so that you can be more comfortable and think faster."
While speaking, Rogge took a copper pot and poured a little water rich in magic and life on Ogenheile's head. The power contained in the clear water quickly penetrated into the skin of the high priest, making him feel refreshed and his thinking was indeed much faster.
Rogge smiled and sat in front of Augen Heller. We have many topics to talk about, such as the history of the Orc Empire, or you can also talk about the Earth Prophet and the Beast God. If you'd like to explain the magic you use. Or the plan to educate the little orcs, I am also very grateful. "
The orc master recovered a lot of his sanity, and he said coldly: "You killed all my children."
"It's just each other. At least 150,000 elves in the Green Sea died at the hands of orcs, right?"
Augenheile roared: "Before the earth prophet brings us the guidance of the beast god, all the orcs in the central mountain range are the targets of the sea elves' slaughter!"
Rogge smiled and said: "But as far as I know, it's always the orcs who invade the elves' territories first."
Augenheile opened his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "That's because the elves occupy the richest forests and the best water sources! Food is very limited in the central mountains. Every winter, there are always hungry orc tribes to eat With their food reserves gone, they have no choice but to attack the elven territory. We orcs do have the right to choose, the right to choose to die in battle or starve to death! The orcs have no written history before, so I don’t know how this situation will last. Hundreds of years are not thousands of years. Fortunately, the great beast god has brought us wisdom, and also given us the opportunity to create an empire and change our destiny of being oppressed by elves for thousands of years."
Rogge listened attentively, and then asked: "How did the beast god send down the oracle? How did the earth prophet open up your wisdom and enable the orcs to use magic?"
"The oracle of the beast god..." Halfway through Augenheller's words, he suddenly realized that he had unconsciously regarded Rogge as his friend for many years, and had unknowingly confided too much to the sworn enemy in front of him. secret. He immediately stopped talking and said angrily to Rogge: "You can't get any more orc secrets out of me!"
Rogge smiled slightly and stood up. Since you don't want to say it, I won't be polite. In my place, the beast god cannot protect you. I'll give you a full understanding of what a necromancer can do. Before you, I have met many devout and strong-willed people, but none of them could survive the undead fire for more than a week. Dear Augenheller, I hope you can beat this record. I'm very patient. As long as I can dig out all your memories, I don't mind waiting for half a month or a month. "
He picked up the tray containing the head of the great priest, walked into the magic laboratory nearby, and put it into the magic circle on the stage. Invisible and colorless death flames erupted from the three gray gems in the magic circle and began to burn Ogenheiler's head.
Looking at Ogen Heller's distorted face, Rogge said to him calmly: "Dear High Priest, I think there are two things I forgot to tell you. The first is that the beast god you believe in does not exist at all; Second, I think some orcs who were led to wisdom survived that night. They will naturally become the leaders of the remaining beasts, and every once in a while, I will send killers to inspect the orc tribes in the central mountains. My warmest regards to these outstanding leaders."
Rogge closed the door of the laboratory room and hurried to the chapel of the Great Temple. On this afternoon, he would personally conduct a religious ceremony for hundreds of special believers. The reason why these believers are special is not because of how devout their beliefs are, but because they are either powerful, powerful, or important children of a noble family. A young person with outstanding talents in some aspect.
The fat man knew that although these people claimed that all believers were equal before the supreme goddess Odeleh, everyone thought highly of themselves, and what they said and what they thought in their hearts were completely different things. If they were really allowed to enjoy With the same treatment as ordinary believers, I'm afraid they would have started a riot a long time ago.
Fatty knows how to deal with this guy. Every once in a while, he or Mora will personally host a ceremony for these believers. During the ceremony, the furnishings are extremely luxurious. Moreover, Mora and Rogge's speech and preaching styles are obviously different, but they are both very popular.
The eternal theme of Mora's sermons is faith in the goddess, unconditional and absolute faith.
Since the two religions merged into one. Mora became more and more pure and pure, like the only clear spring in the turbid world. She has an excellent appearance, and every time she preaches, she will consciously or unconsciously display her natural charm. Therefore, only those who listen to the guards in person can deeply understand its thrilling nature.
As for Pope Rogge's sermon, it was a different scene. The North advocates force, and Rogge's fierce and ruthless military style when he led the troops was very popular with these believers. Therefore, what he said was naturally convincing. What's more, the fat man talks about faith in this world and retribution in the next life in front of the majority of believers. And in front of this group of people. He always only talks about this life.
Rogge took pains to describe the grand blueprint for the future of the Holy Church and what benefits these core believers would have as the church developed. The fat man's ability to inspire people is extraordinary. After listening to his sermon, he almost made a wish. These ambitious young believers will be excited to hear this. However, when they think about it carefully after leaving, a few wise people among the believers will realize that Rogge did not say anything.
But no matter what, to be able to have the Pope and the Saint preach in person is a great honor for one person. In order to monopolize this honor, these believers have proposed to raise the threshold for entry into this core group of believers. This plays into Rogge's hands.
So the fat man pushed the situation and allowed these believers to use their power, those with money to pay, and those without power and money to sell their wisdom. Although this small group has a small number of people, it has made great contributions to the development of the holy church in a short period of time. many. Moreover, anyone who can meet the threshold to join this group has an extraordinary life experience or talent, and can be accepted by other members.
In order to distinguish themselves from ordinary believers, they embroidered a silver skull on the corner of their uniforms. Since then, the name of the Skull and Bones Society has spread like wildfire. In just one month, whether they can join the Skull and Bones Society of the Holy Church has been considered by the youth of the empire. It is a symbol of whether one can join the upper class society.
Preaching is not all there is to it. Seeing the unexpected growth of the Skull and Bones Society, Fatty provided a rare opportunity for the members of the Skull and Bones Society to receive guidance in magic or martial arts. Since then, because they had received the guidance of the Grand Magister and the strong man of the Holy Domain, the already proud members of the Skull and Bones Society felt even more superior to others, and they became devoted to Pope Rogge. And people outside the association have spent all their money to find the same way to join the Skull and Bones Society.
For a time, the empire's wealthy families would be in disgrace if they did not have children who were members of the Skull and Bones Society. In order to let their children join the society or to have one or two more Skull and Bones members in the family, these wealthy families visited Rogge's small building one after another. , and Rogge's meritocracy also opened a small door for those civilians who have no money, no power but are talented. Almost every day, more than ten people with various talents come to the Holy Church. Ask to volunteer.
Because he gave up his secular rights, Rogge's status remained unchanged. He had never thought that the Skull and Bones Society would develop to such an extent and become a link that closely linked the Holy Church with the wealthy families of the empire. Fatty then added more privileges to the members of the Skull and Bones Society, but the threshold for membership rose instead of lowering. In Ludan Port, the temporary imperial capital of the empire, if a new member of the Skull and Bones Society is born in a short time, he will definitely hold a grand banquet to show off.
After finishing the afternoon sermon, Roger felt tired even though he was extremely energetic. He passed through the great temple and came to an inconspicuous two-story building. This old building is the papal palace where he usually handles the affairs of the holy church.
At this moment, Rogge was no longer interested in the prosperity of the world, and even if he wanted to deceive the world and show his noble character, it was necessary to live in an old building. Every decision Rogge makes now involves the interests of all parties. It must be done with caution, and the Holy Church is still in its infancy, and the glorious image of the Pope is crucial to the development of the Church.
As soon as Rogge sat down behind his desk, an Ice Palace warrior came over and whispered a few words to him.
A moment later, four Ice Palace warriors came in carrying a dark black long wooden box. Rogge walked to the wooden box, opened the lid, and looked inside.
A female corpse lay in a long wooden box, with a delicate face vaguely visible under her disheveled head. If she were alive, she must be a good girl. But her body was covered with bruises, teeth marks and scratches. There were also whip wounds all over her body, and her lower body was a mess, covered in blood. Obviously, this is a woman who was raped to death.
Roger leaned down. He opened her eyelids and took a look. There is still light flowing in the woman's pupils, as if she is not dead yet.
Rogge stood up straight, took out a white handkerchief, wiped his hands and said: "As usual, let's find a new body and resurrect her!"
The four Ice Palace corporals saluted Rogge and covered the wooden box again. The woman's body was carried down.
Although they wore the costumes of Ice Palace Warriors, their personal strength was obviously far beyond that of ordinary Ice Palace Warriors. This special group of Ice Palace warriors was secretly trained by Rogge, but the time was too short, and only a few dozen people were trained. These warriors are mainly original elves, mainly warriors who survived the Dark Side of the Moon, and they were selected again. Several newcomers from the human race served as supplements.
Rogge sat back at his desk, picked up the newly revised canon, and began to study it carefully. As soon as the book was opened, an Ice Palace Samurai general reported: "Sir Mei, the deputy leader of the Ice Palace Warriors, is asking for an audience."
The fat man nodded, and the Ice Palace warrior retreated. After a while, Mei, wearing a light helmet, walked in.
She is tall and has a cold appearance. After putting on the light helmet of an Ice Palace warrior, and with a short pale golden hair, she looks like a rose inserted on the ice wall.
"Is something wrong?" Rogge asked calmly without looking away from the scripture.
"Of course." Mei Tong came to Rogge's side and slowly knelt down. A pair of cold hands reached under Rogge's book and slowly unbuttoned Rogge's clothes.
"Since you have something to do, please speak slowly." Rogge changed into a more comfortable position, still looking at the scripture in his hand.
Lord Ge. "Mei's low voice was full of temptation. She had already untied Rogge's clothes and slowly lowered her head.
Although Rogge had extraordinary concentration, the emotion at that moment made him breathe a little heavier.
The magic wave couldn't help swaying, casting long shadows of the two people on the wall. Although they are very close at the moment, their shadows are far apart, as if they are worlds apart.
Ding dong! The expensive and beautiful light helmets fell to the ground one by one. Mei gently raised her long legs like snow and ice, and slowly straddled Rogge.
Wow, the scripture in Rogge's hand turned another page.
In the dim room, Mei's low and hoarse moans echoed faintly.
Finally, a deep roar came out of Rogge's throat, and Mei immediately tightened her muscles. Rogge's roar immediately became louder accordingly!
Rogge finally threw aside the scripture in his hand, looked at Mei who was still sitting on his waist, and said lightly: There is something different today! "
Mei Xiaoxiao, can you be satisfied today? "
"very nice".
"How well have you fulfilled your duties as an Ice Palace warrior?"
"Excellent."
Mei's eyes turned to one side and she said softly: "I can do this every day from now on, as long as you promise me to let him die."
Rogge said calmly: "This is impossible."
Mei raised her head and stared blankly at Rogge, who still maintained the closest contact with her.
"Master Rogge, I really can't turn my back on the goddess of nature. I can't leave the training methods of Saiyue Camp to you. But I..."
Mei bit her lower lip and hesitated for a long time before she made her final decision and said sadly: "... I have your child."
"What?" The frost on Rogge's face finally broke.
It took ten minutes for Rogge to take his ears away from Mei's smooth and smooth belly. He did hear the vigorous pulsing of life, and the feeling of being connected to his blood was unmistakable.
In fact, this little life is still very, very young, probably less than a month old, and it has not even taken shape yet. But the vitality and vitality have surprised the fat man. He has no heartbeat yet, and no blood is flowing, but the rising and falling breath of life in Rogge's senses is like the sound of the war drums of a barbaric tribe. Every beat is so vigorous? So exciting!
Roger took a liking to the little thing almost immediately. He is already so domineering at such a young age, and when he grows up in the future, he will definitely be among the strongest in the world. In contrast, the monkey born to him by Lilith is not much different from ordinary children except that it has some signs of mental development.
Recently, Rogge has been too busy with everything, and he has let his subordinates do all the matters related to the Ice Palace Warriors. He just looks at the results every once in a while. Therefore, he has not touched Mei again in the past month, but he did not expect that he would actually have his child, and Rogge had already seen that this child was extremely talented and would become a great person in the future.
At this moment, Rogge is nearly thirty, and has traveled all over the north and south of the continent, and his heart has already gone through many changes. At this time, the sudden addition of a son was like casting a warm and bright sunshine in the gloomy world in his heart. How could he not be overjoyed
Mei lowered her head and said nothing, like a criminal waiting for his fate to be pronounced.
Rogge reached out and raised her face, staring into her short copper eyes. This woman, who was usually as cold as an iceberg, now had some panic in her eyes. There is some uneasiness, but also a little expectation. Rogge asked slowly: So you wanted to get rid of the child, right? "
Mei's whole body trembled slightly and she replied softly: Yes. However, I really can't bear it. "
Rogge said calmly: "Yes. It is indeed the right choice for you to use your child as a condition in exchange for Lei Luo's sleep."
Mei suddenly raised her head, stared at Rogge, and cried out: "That's not the case! I..."
Under the penetrating gaze of the fat man, Mei's head slowly lowered again. There was suddenly endless desolation in her voice, and she sighed: "That's really not the case. But I... I don't know what to say..."
Mei suddenly screamed, and a blush suddenly appeared on her already bloodless face.
Rogge stared at her and smiled maliciously: "Since you don't know what to say, just scream!"
He stood up suddenly, picked up Mei, put her on the desk, and then killed her.
Ge stopped Mei, who had dressed up again and was about to leave.
Mei turned around and waited quietly for Rogge's instructions. She was still cold at this moment, like a rose inserted on a thousand-year-old ice wall, but when she came in it was a white rose, and when she left she was already a red rose.
"I will incinerate Lei Luo's body so that he can be completely freed."
"Thank you, Lord Rogge." Mei thanked him. Although her wish had been fulfilled, there was a lot of joy in her tone.
Rogge pondered for a moment and said Wen Yan to Mei: "Don't worry about the Ice Palace Warriors. Don't be too tired. Your health is important. As for the matter at Hanyue Camp... just forget about it."
Mei slowly lowered her head again, but this time she did not thank her. Just leave silently.
Looking at the gently closed door, Roger sat back at his desk and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he gently rang a small golden bell on the table. A figure like smoke seeped out from the wall and floated in front of Rogge.
This figure looks like a human race, but its way of existence is very special and completely incorporeal.
"Master Rogge, what are your orders?" He directly condensed the voice into Rogge's consciousness in a way similar to magic.
"Go and monitor the woman who just left, and report to me once a day. If she makes any changes, notify me immediately."
The figure laughed lowly twice, with a hint of excitement in her voice. I could feel that her mood was not stable, and her soul was filled with shadows. It seemed that there were many secrets hidden. If she wanted to escape, I couldn't find it. When it comes to you, what should I do? "
"Stop her. If you can't stop her, kill her on the spot." Rogge said calmly.
The figure made a hissing sound, like a bad wolf smelling blood: "I know, hehe. It's not as simple as it seems on the surface. It's a little difficult to stop her, but it's easy to kill her."
Rogge's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the silver light that suddenly lit up was like a sharp silver needle, piercing the shadowy person and retreating to the corner of the room.
Rogge said coldly: "If you dare to abuse my trust, it will not only be good news for you, but also for your entire clan. Remember, if you have to kill her, don't hurt her abdomen. Go ahead. !”
As soon as Rogge finished speaking, the door to the spiritual world immediately closed. The figure wanted to say something more, but the mental fluctuation hit the mental door that had suddenly closed. In an instant, he felt as if he were riding a galloping horse and suddenly hit a solid wall. It was indescribably uncomfortable!
Watching the figure slowly disappear, Rogge fell into deep thought again, and the beating magic flames reflected his flickering. In an instant, under the influence of light and shadow, Rogge's ordinary fat face suddenly changed.
The flame jumped to the left, reflecting an angelic face that was holy and elegant.
The flame leaped to the right, revealing the face of a grinning devil.
The fat man suddenly seemed to feel something. Xu opened his eyes and scanned the entire study room repeatedly. After a moment, he finally withdrew his gaze, a look of confusion on his face.
Wella was standing in the void, looking down at the entire grand temple of the Holy Church, her heartbeat slightly increased. Just a moment ago, she suddenly had a premonition that something was not going to happen, and immediately teleported out of Rogge's room. Even now, she is still wondering why she made such a decision.
With her power and space control at the peak, even if she stood face to face in the void in front of Rogge, it would be impossible for the fat man to detect her existence. But why is she still hiding? Wella really couldn't understand. It's just that she, who has always been arrogant, refuses to admit it no matter what. The reason why her heartbeat still hasn't calmed down as usual is due to a hidden guilty conscience.
"Gregory!" shouted Wella.
The sacred dragon appeared behind her and humbly lowered its head in front of the most beautiful master. Since Wella vowed to refine the body of Grigory into the most powerful underground dwarf in history, every time he came to meet him, he always appeared in the form of a sacred dragon.
Wella glanced at it, frowned and said: "Become an underground dwarf!"
Gregory shuddered and almost fell down. But it could not disobey its master's order, so it lingered for a long time. It finally turned into an underground dwarf, but its master's next order surprised it, and even made it overjoyed.
"Go and keep an eye on that woman named Mei, and don't leave her for a moment! If there's anything wrong with her, tell me immediately."
Grigory, who had gone from hell to heaven, was afraid of any further changes, so he hurriedly responded and fled immediately.
This is destined to be an eventful early summer night. In the meditation room in the corner of the temple, Eiffel was practicing prophecy, but this time she encountered an extremely rare difficulty. Her prediction received no response.
certainly. If Constantine had seen how she was almost sure to hit the target when she practiced prophecy before, maybe the cardinal would kill him head-on. With Constantine's vast sea of divine magic, he could only get a little response from heaven once or twice out of ten times by using the Lu Prophecy Technique.
Eiffel faced the exquisite magic crystal plate in front of her and chanted a spell through gritted teeth. The spell she prayed was to this effect: "In the name of any god, tell me why that woman can have a child?"
no respond.
Eiffel looked at the crystal plate silently. Finally he took a long breath, put on a pure and sweet smile, and said again: "O gods in heaven and on earth, when will the child in that woman's belly fall out?"
The crystal plate finally reacted, and in an instant it showed the changing winds and clouds, the changing of seasons, and finally settled on a scene of doomsday.
Eiffel's face was so ugly, she thought for a moment. Recalling the experience of using prophecy to transform the queen bee larvae, I pointed to the crystal plate and said viciously: "God said that Eiffel will have a child."
This time, the crystal plate was changing unpredictably, and symbols representing countless gods flashed instantly, but the final result was blank.
Snapped! The crystal disk smashed against the wall. Eiffel fell to the ground and cried bitterly. On the other side of the temple, a small quarrel broke out.
"Let me in!" Androni put her hand on the hilt of Biluo Xingkong's sword and shouted.
Mora, who was wearing a holy robe, opened her arms, stopped in front of her, and said calmly: "It is the sacred place where the goddess Odelech is worshiped and the oracle is received. It is also a forbidden place for the church. Without the permission of the Pope and me, no one can Can’t go in.”
"It was Roger who let me in!" Androni said angrily. But she is not good at lying.
"Then let the Pope come and talk to me in person! If you want to rush in, you can just kill me first."
"Don't think I dare not!" Androni shouted, the blue starry sky was already on Mora's snowy neck. In the past, this holy and beautiful Mora would definitely become the object of Androni's covetation. If Maura didn't resist at this moment, she would most likely be eaten by Annie. But now Androni can no longer think of this aspect, she can no longer survive the unresponsive lovesickness day by day. She wants to see ***.
Mora looked at Androni, her eyes full of pity, and she sighed softly: "Even if I let you in, you won't be able to see the goddess, so why bother?"
Tears burst into Amberoni's eyes. Without saying a word, she suddenly turned around and left like lightning.
In another room of the temple, Death Squad looked at the position of the blue moon and stars in the night sky, and marked off another day on the calendar in his hand. On the calendar, there were not many spaces left until the day marked with a rapier.
It's late at night, but thousands of miles away in Dresden, there are still many sleepless people at this moment.
One of the most famous local pubs in Dresden was so busy that there were almost no extra seats for latecomers. But in the corner of the tavern, there was a female warrior in armor sitting alone at a table, facing the wall, drinking one glass after another of strong drinks.
Although she occupied the whole table. But her natural and natural aura made those drinkers rather stand and drink instead of sharing a seat at her table. Even the most ferocious mercenaries, after the tavern owner whispered a few warnings in his ears, they all retreated to a corner of the tavern as if they had seen a cat and a mouse. Even the voices of joking were much quieter.
The female warrior was imposing and her martial arts skills were naturally outstanding. However, what frightened these desperadoes was her identity. She was Jingdie, who commanded the army of the Principality of Arei.
To Bauhinia Butterfly's ears, the hustle and bustle in the tavern at this moment sounded like murmurs coming from the sky, so far away from her. She just drank the strongest wine cup after cup because her heart was hurting so much that it was heartbreaking! Every glass of wine you drink will make this pain go away a little bit. But the pain spiral will burn more fiercely like fuel added to the fire.
The pain was inexplicable, and she didn't even know why it suddenly hurt tonight, and she was in excruciating pain. Years of rigorous training in Hanyue Camp failed to bring her terrifying personal combat power, but it gave her a keen intuition about things she truly cares about. This kind of intuition often plays an amazing role when used on the battlefield. This is also one of the secrets of the generals who came out of Hanyue Camp and won victory after repeated battles.
In fact, she knew that the pain at this moment was definitely not without reason. This was the deepest emotion she had suppressed in her heart, but it suddenly burst out at this moment.
She drank too much. So much so that everything I heard and saw began to become trance-like.
At some point, there was another person opposite her. The handsome face, tall figure and concerned eyes were all so familiar, she even recognized his gorgeous two-handed giant sword.
"You drank too much!" Etter said in a deep voice.
"I'm not drunk at all." Redbud Butterfly said. She smiled inexplicably, "I know you... You and Mr. Rogge were good friends back then, right?" "
Aite nodded, you..."
He hesitated for a long time and suddenly asked: "Do you like Rogge?"
Bauhinia Butterfly did not answer. She drank another weak drink and then smiled and said: "Of course I don't have any grudge against him. I was forced to work for him in the first place. Haha, how could I like him? How could it be..."
She laughed through tears and poured herself another glass of wine.
Bang, the wine glass in Etter's hand shattered, and blood gushed out crazily from between his fingers. He stretched out his left back to prevent the redbud butterfly from drinking, but his hand reached halfway and finally stopped there.
Redbud Butterfly was unaware of this, she just wanted to extinguish the pain gushing out from the deepest part of her heart like a mountain of fire. She couldn't talk and knew that this relationship was destined to be fruitless. More importantly, she never wanted to give in!
However, Rogge's figure always lingered in front of her eyes. Such a man, no matter in terms of strategy, strength, or status, would leave her far behind. Even in the military strategy she was most proud of, she admired his decisiveness and cold-blooded performance in the Battle of Delaware. The proud Jingdie never thought that he would be defeated so completely.
Could this be the source of her pain? She didn't know.
"Guard! Send me... back." Redbud Butterfly finally fell down on the table.
Ete stood up, picked up the unconscious Redbud Butterfly, and walked out of the tavern. Everyone in the tavern knew that the magic swordsman was Redbud Butterfly's adjutant, so no one stopped him.
But Aite's face was ashen and his hands were trembling. Although his steps were steady, for some reason, everyone watching him leave felt that he was struggling with every step.
Rogge was completely unaware of what was happening thousands of miles away. All his thoughts were focused on the small and large crystals in front of him that glowed with earthy yellow light. These crystals are the last vestiges of the Earthseer. The crystal fragments are as large as half a meter square and as small as the size of a palm. Most of the crystals had only a trace of power remaining at this moment, but Rogge didn't care. He doesn't need to draw power from these crystals.
Rogge stretched out his hands, and a piece of broken crystal on the experimental table slowly floated to between his hands. Smoke-like silver light surged out of Rogge's hand, enveloping the broken crystals.
He closed his eyes, and the entire spiritual world slowly sank into the broken crystals.
I don’t know how long it took, but Rogge’s whole body was shaken. Opened his eyes. The broken crystals floating in his palm had long since lost all luster, turning into flying objects bit by bit, and then annihilated. Rogge shook his head and took another broken crystal.
"If you do this, you will use up all the crystals. It is impossible to find out the secret of the power of the Earth Prophet."
"Then what should I do?" Rogge turned his head and asked Adelene who suddenly appeared.
His magic laboratory is the most tightly guarded place in the entire Grand Temple, but this kind of defense can only target ordinary strong people. For a being like Adelene who can locate herself in the turbulence of space and can travel between planes at will, ordinary defense is completely useless.
Adelene walked to Rogge, took a piece of broken crystal, and said with a smile: "You obviously learned your dark magic from Elesis. Since you can even do the puppet spell, then she should teach her everything." Here you go. In fact, the puppet spell is composed of three independent parts. You see, as long as you pull out this part separately and move it a little, you can display the magic attributes and power distribution contained in these fragments... "
Adelene's soft voice quietly revealed a whole new world to Rogge. He had never thought that the world of dark magic was so far-reaching and vast!
Elesis pursues all kinds of powerful magic, whether it is high-level magic. The puppet spell is her original creation, which fully demonstrates her unparalleled talent in magic. But getting Deleni is different. What she is passionate about is the secret behind all magic, and what she studies is the essence that enables all dark magic to be cast. Therefore, in her magic system, there are only a handful of magics that require the help of the power of the dark gods. For example, the dark sequence. Most of the time, she uses pure, powerful, and overwhelming magical energy to directly catalyze her opponents into nothingness.
Seen from behind at this moment, the two figures immersed in the mysteries of the magical world look so harmonious and harmonious.
"That's about it, I'm leaving." Adelene said with a smile.
"That's about it, I'm leaving." Adelene said with a smile.
Rogge didn't expect her to leave immediately. Somewhat surprised: "Are you leaving now
"The matter is over. If I don't leave, what else will I do?" Adelene looked at Rogge steadily.
Rogge didn't know why, but his heart was beating a little faster, and it was getting faster and faster.
Just when he was about to say something, Adelene's figure suddenly became blurred and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Her gentle laughter came from the other end of the space and rang in Roger's ears: "If I don't leave, I will die!"
Rogge was stunned again. Adelene's strength has already exceeded his expectations, and even to this day, he has not been able to understand all her details. Fatty already knew Milo's abilities.
Although Rogge's absolute power is not great, his vision and control of power have always far exceeded his own power level. As for the other strong players in the opponent's domain, the current Fatty can almost be said to be clear at a glance.
Of course, there are a few exceptions to this. Such as Hughes, Sarah Winger, such as the Death Class. The identities of the boss and Hughes were mysterious, and as a killer, concealing the aura of power was one of the necessary skills for Death Squadron, so when Rogge looked at him, he always felt vague and unclear. As for Wella and ***, Rogge was still frightened. Even looking at these two terrifying existences would trigger automatic counterattacks due to their power.
Thinking of these two guys, Rogge couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head. In contrast, Adelene was gentle and generous, both a good teacher and a helpful friend, and even had some flavor of a confidante, which made him feel more and more uneasy. I want to be close to her more and more. Although her appearance was ordinary, Rogge had already seen all the beautiful women in the world and no longer cared about it.
The dark magic that Adelene had just explained to him flowed through his heart one by one. She didn't teach Rogge any new magic, she just told him the secret to controlling magic.
Rogge raised his left hand, and as the silver light in his eyes became stronger and stronger, a strange buzz gradually sounded in the magic laboratory. In the blink of an eye, a ball of magic energy condensed on top of Rogge's palm. It desperately absorbed the magic power from Rogge and grew rapidly, and the colors representing various attributes were changing. Until its power stopped growing, the various colors faded away one by one. Finally, it turned into a round, crystal-clear, transparent white energy ball.
At the moment when all the colors faded away, the power contained in the light ball suddenly jumped up to a level as if it had been reborn, emitting a dazzling white brilliance!
All the magic items in the magic laboratory vibrated uneasily, as if they were echoing the energy ball containing powerful magic power.
Looking at this pure magical energy with no attributes, Rogge couldn't help but feel secretly proud. The magic power contained in this ball of light can completely drive an eighth-level magic!
This is power! Pure, no tricks, a power that does not depend on the level of control at all! It wasn't until the moment when the magic energy ball broke through the air and sublimated that Rogge truly stepped into the Great Magical Forest!
He had used eighth-level magic many times before. According to the general understanding of the magic world, he could have joined the ranks of the great mage long ago. However, the difficulty of magic casting can be reduced as the caster's understanding of the magic gradually deepens. Rogge also has a variety of ways to temporarily increase his magic power, and his exquisite magic control power can ensure that there will be no problems when he casts magic across levels. Therefore, the minimum magic power required for him to cast eighth-level magic is much lower than that of an ordinary great mage.
Rogge looked at the energy light ball floating in front of his eyes and was filled with emotions for a moment.
Ten years. It has been ten years since he came into contact with magic and officially entered the Magisterium!
Rogge has always relied on cunning, cunning, and understanding of power to deal with many strong men who are far more powerful than himself. But at this moment, when his absolute power is no longer inferior to those strong men. , just look at the world, how many people are his opponents? His mood was agitated, a surge of heroic spirit arose spontaneously, and he almost wanted to roar!
At this moment, an insignificant stream of air came quietly and hit the ground on the magic energy ball in Rogge's hand. In an instant, the balance of the magic energy ball was completely destroyed by this air flow. The pure magic energy lost its restraint and was instantly converted into various magical energy with different attributes under the influence of the external environment.
Magic energies of different attributes stirred up each other, canceling each other out and annihilating each other. In the blink of an eye, this terrifying energy that was so powerful that it could destroy the entire magic laboratory turned into a line of smoke and dispersed with the wind!
What kind of power control is contained in this simple hit!
Rogge looked gloomy and his hands couldn't help trembling. He couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.
"With such an insignificant amount of power, is it worth being so excited? The whole plane can deal with your existence a lot!" Wei Na's cold voice came from behind.
The fat man turned around and said with a wry smile: "It only took me ten years to become the Grand Mage. Isn't that too slow?"
There was always a storm between Wella's eyebrows, and she said coldly: "Not slow? That's based on the standards of the human race! If you hadn't wasted time on the inexplicable magic of the demon race, you would have been there five years ago. The threshold for becoming a great magister in the magister clan is so low. What's so strange about becoming one? You just have to think about it. The damn necromancer who was ranked first back then was enough to knock out the five or six ranked at the bottom. If a big magician is dealt with together, you should know that the big magician is actually not surprising."
Rogge was silent when he heard Rodriguez being mentioned again by Wella. Every time his strength increases, he will get to know this unprecedented necromancer again. At first, he thought Rodriguez was just a more powerful lich, but after meeting other great wizards, Fatty discovered that the number one necromancer was very different from the magister.
But today, when he himself became a great wizard, he realized that Rodriguez was still like a towering mountain hidden in the clouds and mist in the distance. He didn't know what year or month it would take before he could walk to the foot of the mountain and look up to the top.
Thinking of all the wealth Rodriguez left him, Rogge couldn't help but boast. And the greatest necromancer gave him the most valuable asset, which is ***.
"Although the way the demons use power is much better than your human race... they can no longer be regarded as a human being. But if those demons are really powerful, how could they have been defeated in the plane battles for thousands of years? Although Renee is stronger than Elesis, she is still far away from understanding the true nature of power, such as what she just taught you... "
Wella told the story and made gestures with her hands. The brilliance representing different power attributes flickered between her hands.
In the blink of an eye, the various ways of using magic that Adelene told Rogge were completely shattered by Wella. The various supreme skills of using power in this plane are all displayed in those delicate hands with destructive power, which is breathtaking.
For just a moment, Rogge seemed to be a natural existence in the dark, quietly watching the billions of years of history of this plane condensed into a short moment, flashing between Wella's hands.
It's a pity that these skills are very powerful, but they are all beyond the reach of Rogge.
Rogge finally sighed. Na, you said that the method Adelene taught me had various flaws, but what she taught me was something I could understand and use, and they were all aimed at the flaws in my use of power. , with a purpose. Your power is far stronger than hers, and the demons' cultivation methods will naturally not be taken into account in your eyes. But from the beginning to the end, apart from occasionally explaining the use of power to me when you feel like it, you have never done anything like this. What did she teach me so hard? I believe that the skills you are showing now are all the best in the world, but are there any of them that I can use? "
Wella was startled, then flew into a rage. A pair of golden cross stars slowly floated up. Under her endless pressure, Rogge suddenly felt that he was completely unable to move!
However, he didn't flinch. He stared at Wella and would only say that she couldn't do this or that, but come up with something I can use! "
Wella was extremely angry. As the silver light flashed in her hand, the Dragon Soul Battle Spear was pointed at Rogge's throat. She was so angry that she spoke eloquently: "You pig that doesn't understand anything! I won't teach you how to use power." way, that’s for your own good! Why don’t you think about it, that damn, dirty, now knowing that Adelene is good to you, then what has she been doing during this time, what are you thinking about? Have you ever experienced her situation?!"
Rogge's eyes suddenly lit up. He raised his head, met Wella's gaze, and said calmly: "Of course I won't forget it. Wella, you don't know everything about this matter..."
Before he finished speaking, Wella suddenly put away the Dragon Soul Battle Gun, flew forward, and stared at Rogge's pupils carefully, endlessly.
Rogge frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Shut up!" Wella shouted, and then she gently placed her left hand on Rogge's forehead to open up your spiritual world! There seems to be something strange in your memory. "
Rogge was dumbfounded by Wella. He had no choice but to relax and let her explore his complicated and messy memories.
Wella suddenly snorted coldly. It turned out that she had turned to the erotic battle between Rogge and Mei shortly after their birth.
Immediately afterwards, the images of countless women emerged from the water, and various images of them and Rogge almost filled Wella's field of vision! Just as Wei Na was about to do it, an image in her field of vision suddenly enlarged, and finally occupied the entire sea of consciousness. That was the entanglement between Rogge and Mora. In Rogge's memory, after Mora's moaning face, two other figures faintly emerged! Wella was stunned on the spot! Then a blush disappeared from her skin.
Wella said nothing and wanted to quietly erase this memory. But before she could take action, all the memories in the sea of consciousness suddenly dispersed and turned into nothingness!
In the endless darkness, the unknown god with a body of 10,000 meters and 30,000 eyes quietly surfaced.
Wella trembled uncontrollably.
On that god's body, tens of thousands of faces suddenly opened their eyes, and all the eyes were staring at her coldly! In an instant, she could no longer scream, move, or escape! (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)