The Luoshen Basin has trapped the Rhine Alliance army for three days. WwW.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.CoMThe main force stationed in this temporarily built fortress is the Yemo mercenary group, and there are more than ten small mercenary groups assisting in the defense. In the past few days, troops from the Principality of Ron have been stationed in the fortress one after another, strengthening the defense here.
Even if the Rhine Alliance breaks through the narrow passage of the Luoshen Basin, there will still be a permanent military fortress fifteen kilometers away from the exit. The 10,000 knights of the Feitian Knights and 30,000 mercenaries will be there to provide relief to the exhausted alliance army. A fatal blow.
No matter how provocative they were, the Yomo mercenary group just hid in the fortress these days and couldn't hold on. Marshal Rochelio was not in a hurry, and kept his troops stationary every day, only sending people up to scold him, as if it was the other party and not himself who had only five days left to stock up on food. Of course, if there is a frontal attack, the magicians hiding in the fortresses on the hills on both sides of the passage are not vegetarians.
It was rare good weather these days, and the sunshine made the soldiers on both sides feel lazy.
Ofiloch and Marshal Rochelio stood side by side in front of the fortress, looking at the bone in front of them that seemed difficult to chew.
"Although it was built a little hastily, it is watertight. Basically, it is interesting to use the configuration of our two-wing magicians on the terrain here, but it is not easy to handle! The risk of attacking is too high, so we should wait a little longer. "Marshal Rochelio said calmly and slowly.
Ofiloch couldn't help but feel a little strange. Marshal Rochelio's attitude of not having anything to do with anything was as if he was just a spectator. How could he look like he was commanding an army of 100,000 people? hold on? Military rations don't wait for anyone. Seeing that the military rations will be at the bottom in five days, and the supplies within the alliance are being delayed, it looks like they are deliberately losing this war.
Ofiloch squinted his eyes and looked at the fortresses on the hills on both sides, and said calmly: "Marshal, if we take down these fortresses, what do you think our chances of winning are?"
"Dear Ofiloch, you want to take the risk yourself again! If you are injured in some way, how can I face the Grand Duke? They are not fools. They must have set up enough ambushes in those fortress areas. On such a steep road On the mountain, there are only a few people in the entire army who can climb up. What’s more, there are magicians on the other side? Our magicians can’t climb up."
"Marshal, the other party seems to have arranged this arrangement as if they knew that our Lhasa Warlock and Master Yero were unable to go to war. This thing is very strange! Don't you find it strange that this inexplicable war is happening at this time? "Ofiloch stared at the marshal and said every word.
"Strange? Where is it? Lord Ofiloch, the only key now is to think about how to win this war! This is our duty as human subjects! I am old, so I will be lazy, you Just go ahead and do it! After all, the world is dominated by young people now!" Rocherio said with a serious look.
Ofiloch was angry and funny. Although the battle with the Ron Principality was somewhat inexplicable, there was indeed only one way to win at the moment.
He stared at the terrain of Luoshen Passage for a long time and said slowly: "What if I take down all the fortresses on the left tonight?"
Rochelio smiled like an old fox. If this is the case, then they will have to fight us head-on tomorrow, or else they will have to retreat. In any case, after occupying this passage, the Luoshen Basin with a radius of hundreds of miles will belong to the territory of the Principality of Bavaria! "
Ofiloch snorted and secretly thought that it would be weird to believe you, an old fox. Being as smart as him, he naturally thought that Rochelio would stand still, just to force out his own strength. But now the military rations are increasingly at the bottom. In any case, Ofiloch can't convince himself to regard the safety of these 100,000 troops as a political bargaining chip. He also knew that this old fox had already predicted that even if he knew that this was just a political game, his honor would never tolerate failure on the battlefield!
No matter what the reason is, a defeat is a defeat. All the world will see is the defeated Ofiloch, a golden lion knocked off the altar. Therefore, he must not be defeated, and the Golden Lion's undefeated reputation must continue!
As for forcing Ron Principality to cede territory, let's wait until the day of victory. He is not a superficial person who dreams of harvesting the fruits of victory before the war begins. What's more, how could this old fox be willing to let the principality monopolize the fruits of victory
"Dear Lord Ofiloch, I wonder if you have any way to remove these fortresses? There are many magicians inside! Judging from the situation in the past few days, it is estimated that there should be about twenty people, with our palace. The number of court mages is almost the same. If you can’t convince me, I won’t approve your risky action. In any case, now that you’ve captured Luoshen City, it’s not in vain.”
Ofiloch calmly looked at the fortresses in the distance and said calmly: "In addition to the Knights of the Round Table, there are also fifty law enforcers from the Inquisition accompanying me this time."
Roshelio looked stunned.
Law enforcers are warriors trained in a special way by the Inquisition. They have extremely strong resistance to spiritual magic. Their martial arts and equipment are specially designed to fight magicians. Therefore, these warriors are also called magician hunters, and they are the nightmare of all magicians. However, there are gains and losses. Law enforcers focus on fighting magicians, which makes their combat effectiveness far inferior to knights or warriors of the same level.
"Besides," Ofiloch said as if to himself, "Although our two great magicians and a sword master are not here, I will still make them pay for their arrogance."
Rocherio heard this and knew that Ofiloch had something else in mind. But he just smiled slightly, pretending not to understand the meaning of Ofiloch's words: "No one can deny your power. But on the battlefield, it is difficult to control the entire battle situation with one's own courage! Dear O'Filok, Ferok, from a father's perspective, I don't approve of your taking such a risk."
"But if this power is used in key places, it will play a role in reversing the situation of the war. Since the arrogant Ron people have misjudged our strength and put the magician in front of us, if I don't accept this gift , I’m really sorry for them!”
Amidst the overt and covert fighting between the old and the young, night fell quietly.
The night in the Luoshen Basin was quiet and peaceful. Most of the soldiers on both sides of the enemy had fallen asleep. The word war seemed to have nothing to do with this battlefield.
Several sentries from the Yemo Mercenary Regiment were leaning on the stone wall of the tower, looking boredly at the dark Rhine Alliance military camp in the basin in the distance. The war has been going on for almost a month. Except for the battle in Luoshen City, there has been almost no large-scale contact between the two sides. Especially the soldiers stationed at the hilltop fortress were extremely happy. All they had to do every day was to look at the scenery in boredom.
The Yama sentinels chatted quietly about women and war. They didn't dare to shout loudly because they were afraid of waking up the two magicians living below. In the eyes of these ordinary swordsmen, all magicians are mysterious, powerful and terrifying figures. Especially these two magicians are from foreign countries! The big guys traveled thousands of miles to invite these magicians back. They must be more powerful than Ron's own magicians no matter what.
What's more, these two great magicians claimed to have set up a magic barrier around them. No one from the Rhine Alliance could sneak up on this place without concealing the barrier. Besides, even if you want to make a sneak attack, you have to climb the 100-meter cliff first.
Several sentries yawned in boredom. One of them suddenly felt a little dazzled, as if there was a figure in the air. He smiled mockingly, how could there be a figure in the air? Even those ghosts would never dare to approach the battlefield!
However, he rubbed his eyes, and then opened his mouth in horror. There was really a person! A man was floating in the air, looking at him quietly and with a little pity. The figure made no movement at all, but the sentry found that his consciousness suddenly became blurred, his strength was rapidly lost, and then there was a heartbreaking pain in his heart, but he could no longer scream...
Ofiloch floated above the fortress like a ghost. He was aware of the existence of the magic barrier as soon as he took action. Ofiloch instantly searched for the location of the two magicians along several weak magical energies connected to the magic barrier. The unique skill of the senior law enforcers of the Holy Court - Demon Hunter Perception, can detect the weak magic fluctuations from magic traps and barriers, and thus discover the location of the magician. Although he does not have special training like the law enforcers, Ofiloch has no difficulty in using this skill due to the unparalleled strength of the paladin.
Two golden rays of fighting spirit shot out from the golden lion's fingertips like lightning, passed through the thick stone wall of the fortress without any hindrance, and sank into the chests of the two magicians who had just woken up from the magic barrier alarm, just in time. Tear their hearts apart.
The entire fortress is still sleeping.
Ofiloch calmly walked in through the window without waking the ten sleeping soldiers inside. His figure flickered throughout the fortress, with a war gun made of fighting spirit in his hand. If he just stared intently, he would feel as leisurely as walking in his own castle, but the smell of blood in the entire fortress was getting heavier and heavier.
A moment later, Ofiloch's figure appeared on top of a lifeless fortress and hung several long ropes down the cliff. Not long after, the figures of the Knights of the Round Table appeared on the fortress, followed closely by Kate, who had become taciturn. He took a deep breath, carefully savoring the heavy smell of blood, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Figures 66 climbed up the fortress one after another. In a short time, more than 80 people selected by Ofiloch from the Golden Lion Knights, Lionheart Knights and church law enforcers climbed up from the bottom of the cliff.
Ofiloch quietly pointed at another fortress not far away, and these messengers of death melted into the night and quietly sneaked towards the sleeping targets.
When the moon gradually set in the west, among the twelve fortresses on the hills west of the Falling God Passage, the residents in nine of them fell into the arms of death forever. Finally, the sneak attackers' luck ended at the tenth fort. A knight accidentally triggered a magic trap, alerting the defenders in the remaining three fortresses.
Five or six magicians climbed to the top of the fortress, and in a moment, dozens of fireballs and ice cones repeatedly plowed through the area where the invaders were. However, after a round of magic storm, only three or four unlucky ones who happened to be in the center of the magic fell down. The rest of the sneak attackers passed through the sea of fire and ice wind while the magician was stunned, and rushed towards the nearest A fortress.
A strange howl sounded in the battlefield, and six war guns with golden flame tails pinned the exposed magicians to the wall like thunder and lightning.
After throwing six war spears, Ofiloch's face also flashed a layer of white. He slowly landed on the ground from the air, waiting for his fighting spirit to recover.
Without the support of magicians, ordinary Ron soldiers can only be reduced to being slaughtered.
When it was first dawn, the fortress of Luoshen Passage was in chaos. From time to time, a fireball would roar down from the top of the mountain on the west side, scattering a flame in the fortress. Although such a long-range magic attack has limited lethality, it is enough to make all Ron soldiers restless.
After the battle broke out on the hill on the west side last night, the Yomo mercenaries also tried to go up the mountain for reinforcements, but fighting dozens of high-ranking knights in the dark night on the mountain was like sending soldiers to die. When dozens of frail court magicians from the Rhenish Alliance were dragged up the hill, the battle situation changed from a small-scale killing to a large-scale massacre of the Yama mercenaries. The Yomo mercenaries had to retreat to the fortress.
After losing a dozen magicians stationed at the hill fortress on the west side, the magicians of the Principality of Ron were no longer able to fight against the court magicians of the Rhine League. The Luoshen Passage Fortress also completely lost its location and was exposed to the attack of magic.
After two days of support under the baptism of magic, Ron's mercenaries finally withdrew from the fortress of Luoshen Passage in embarrassment.
Ofiloch and Rochelio watched the knights of the Rhine League pouring into the Fallen Passage Fortress like a tide, and they were not very happy. Although the entire prosperous Luoshen Basin has been taken into his possession, Ron's fortress garrison lost less than 5,000 people, and no muscles or bones were broken. For Rocherio and Ofiloch, who were preparing to completely destroy Ron's military power in this battle, it really couldn't be considered a big achievement.
While the war in the Principality of Ron is getting increasingly fierce, in the city of Lille, a necromancer is worrying about how to please the big figures of the upcoming church.
Rogge couldn't even find out what these big shots were talking about from Hart, the old fox. He couldn't help but secretly curse the old man's descendants to be plagued with bad luck for the next few generations. It wasn't until the old guy accidentally showed a little embarrassment that Rogge suddenly realized that this old guy actually didn't know anything. Just look at the fact that Cardinal Burke had to prepare for the reception day and night. How could Hart, an ordinary bishop, be able to hear such secrets
However, necessary preparations must be made to avoid accidentally winning the jackpot and being bumped into by this big shot. As a guardian knight, I have to look somewhat decent. So the fat man dragged Robosky, who was also demoted, to buy an outfit suitable for the status of a guardian knight. Naturally, when it comes to dressing up, Franco, the coolie, must be caught. Rogge finally had some self-awareness and understood that most people in the church had good taste. If you choose clothes based on your own preferences, it will be very bad.
Although devout belief in God is the most basic requirement for a believer, in Rogge's view, piety on the surface is obviously more important.
Although all the soldiers of the principality were fighting in Ron, there was still a peaceful scene of singing and dancing in the city of Lille. A large-scale church is under construction, and the foundation alone is laid fifteen meters deep.
In the past few months, everything related to the Church of Light has become the most fashionable topic. This time the Church of Light seems to no longer conceal its huge strength. The strength of the three thousand holy knights stationed in the city of Lille is so strong that even the heavily armored knights of the Austro-Hungarian Empire who have always been high-minded do not dare to take the initiative to provoke them. Of course, there are also blind people who want to test the strength of these holy knights, but the result is that they are beaten black and blue in one-on-one situations.
The keen nobles immediately smelled the smell of power, and they tried their best to get close to the senior figures of the church. Even a character like Bishop Hart, who had been ignored in the past, suddenly became popular. Of course, among these people who follow the trend, Rogge must be indispensable. But this time, the fat man was really far-sighted and had a sharp vision, and he made the right bet on the church.
The aristocratic ladies seized every tea party opportunity to discuss which Holy Knight had which background and bloodline, which ones were not yet married, etc., etc., etc., and they were short of making a genealogy for the entire Holy Knights. It is a pity that there are too few officers in the Holy Knights, so the officers of the Austro-Hungarian Empire's Heavy Knights have also become the hunting targets of these ladies.
This trend has brought some trouble to Rogge's installation. Now the price of the sacred white clothing in Lille, whether silk or homespun, has doubled.
Nowadays, the streets are full of white holy robes and the angel emblems of the Church of Light are everywhere.
With great difficulty, the three of them came out of a luxuriously decorated tailor shop.
Rogge had already put on a white cloak, and the cross pattern on his back was worth a lot of money just for the embroidery work. Roboski also unfurled a robe. Only Franco looked at the two of them helplessly, rummaging through them, and he could only find these two sets of clothes that were not too vulgar.
The three of them got on their horses and prepared to find a place to sit and have afternoon tea.
Rogge was riding proudly on his horse, a new suit of clothes was no big deal. After revealing his identity as a guardian knight just now, the store owner immediately laughed and reduced the price from three times to 50% off. This made Rogge, who was idle at home and had not tasted power for a long time, very happy.
During these days when he was powerless, even Robosky looked listless when he saw him. Rogge understood that if this shameless villain wasn't afraid of his identity as a magician, he would probably have avoided even this half-hearted flattery. Only the few bad friends who had been fighting life and death together had a consistent attitude towards him. Their natural snobbery did not turn towards his own people, which made the fat man very emotional. After all, over the years, in addition to drinking buddies and sex buddies, these few people have also taken up the word "comrade-in-arms".
Now that he was in the glory of the church, no, Robosky's flattery was immediately like the water of a great river, flowing in an endless stream, so disgusting and shameless that even Franco would sometimes blush. But Roboski remained unobtrusive and concentrated on boasting and applauding.
Although Rogge was a little uncomfortable with it at first, he gradually realized that what this shameless man said was not completely unreasonable. After a while, this feeling started to make some sense, and after a while, Robosky's flattering words became extremely pleasing to the ears, and Rogge felt as if he was floating in the clouds.
Robosky was extremely well-behaved, and of course he would not neglect Franco. When he first praised Franco for being incomparably handsome and the ideal lover for countless aristocratic ladies and ladies, Franco found it very funny. But then more shameless flattery came, and it was even said that the aristocratic ladies would be very attracted to each other when they saw Franco, and when they took the initiative to take off their clothes and lie to each other in public, Franco also began to feel that this matter was not all bad. possible.
Robosky opened his mouth again, and Roger and Franco immediately listened attentively.
"The two adults will definitely be included in the history books in the future! At this moment, there may be countless historians in the future! Even the villain, who is useless, can probably get some light. , a small appearance in the book. Hahahaha, the ancestors of the villain would have laughed out loud in the Kingdom of Heaven at that time."
Franco became interested, "Tell me, what will be written in the book?"
Robosky thought for a while. After all, he was from the Imperial Academy, and he had some real talents. He opened his mouth and said: "I guess those historians will write like this, 'On this day, the greatest monarch His Excellency Roger Rivers and His Excellency Franco, the Messenger of God, together with their loyal servant Robosky, began the process of fighting for hegemony on the continent. The wheels of history began to rumble... "
Rogge, who was intoxicated, suddenly woke up, summoned his mental strength, and stabbed Robosky hard. The villain screamed in agony, and Tao Tao was cut in half immediately. The fat man looked around and saw that no one around him was paying attention, and then he let out a sigh of relief. Then he whispered angrily to Roboski: "How dare you say such nonsense about fighting for hegemony? If anyone listens to this, do you think I will cut you down first to prove my innocence?" ?”
Robosky was also startled. Previously, the master and servant had a great time playing each other, but accidentally got carried away. At this time, words such as hegemony and rebellion are absolutely taboo!
The three of them walked around for an entire afternoon and finally came back with a lot of fun.
Rogge stopped by Bishop Hart's residence again. The opportunity to curry favor with this old fox was not to be missed. Cardinal Burke's status is so high that it would be difficult for Rogge, a little guardian knight, to directly curry favor with him.
It was the snobbish butler who received him. It turned out that Bishop Hart had been urgently summoned by a holy knight during dinner, and he didn't even bother to take care of the half-eaten veal loin steak. This made the fat man full of suspicion. He didn't know what kind of urgent matter could prevent a bishop from finishing his meal.
In fact, Rogge came here because he suddenly remembered that there were now three thousand dwarf slaves working in full swing in his territory. This kind of scene should not be allowed to happen to the church's big shots under any circumstances. As long as the upper echelons of the church are not allowed to witness the grand scene of the dwarf slave camp with their own eyes, even if there are those ignorant people who dare to poke holes in it, with their tall image of religious faith and good record of donations to the church in the past, even if the report letter arrives At the level of Cardinal Burke, it is natural for big things to become trivial. If trivial things are trivialized, the worst he can do is to bleed some more.
But after thinking about it, Rogge felt that there seemed to be too much blood. He had already spent nearly 30,000 gold coins in the church, right? This was the result of Bishop Hart and Cardinal Burke's considerable measure.
But 30,000 gold coins is equivalent to buying back a life-saving talisman and legalizing one's own private armed force. Even the large-scale slaveholding and recruitment of bandits have been settled. As for other things such as bullying the market and molesting civilian women, can it still be considered a problem
Just as the fat man was thinking about what he was proud of, a lump of bird droppings fell from the sky and flew towards his nose. In his haste, he had no time to dodge, and it was about to bloom on his fat face. At the critical moment, Rogge didn't have time to think carefully, and the stunt he had practiced for many days subconsciously moved.
In the blink of an eye, the fat man's face was filled with divine majesty, and streaks of pale white light flowed down from top to bottom like waves.
The ball of bird droppings still hit Rogge's face hard, but then it flowed down and fell to the ground as if it was washed by waves. Wherever the bird droppings passed, there was no trace left behind.
The fat man's whole body is filled with holy light. In terms of this sacred, solemn and otherworldly appearance alone, he is far better than most of the bright mages in the church who have real talents and knowledge.
Occasionally, passers-by witnessed this miracle and shouted loudly: It's a miracle! You must be a messenger of God! I am Feodor, a lower-level nobleman, and I have a daughter at home. You must come to my house to sit... "
Rogge said nothing, dispersed the holy light, turned his horse and fled. The man behind me ran and chased him all the way, still shouting without giving up: "If you don't like my daughter, I still have three nieces and a niece..."
After receiving the guidance of Elesis, Rogge has been practicing hard on his mental power these days. Although it is difficult to practice and improve his already huge mental power, at least he has become much better at controlling it. Now Rogge has been able to condense his spiritual power into a very thin layer to cover his whole body. In this way, any holy water from religious rituals will naturally not get on his body. Of course, the thinner the mental shield, the better. Now Rogge has practiced to the point where if he doesn't observe carefully, he won't realize that the holy water has not actually touched him.
This kind of top-down water-like fluctuation was only developed in the past two days, in order to send the holy water to the ground as quickly as possible. As for white light, it is a change of primary magic lighting. The sacred aura comes from a small piece of white jade in the pocket of his clothes.
After mastering this skill, Rogge, a necromancer, dared to sneak into the church and flatter those big shots.
Thinking about his thoughts all the way, Rogge returned to his small building unknowingly.
Late at night.
Rogge, who was having a dream, suddenly jumped up from his bed, and every hair on his body stood up, just like a rabbit meeting a falcon.
This is instinctive fear!
Rogge quickly used his mental power to wrap himself up, not daring to let out any breath. Waves of bone-chilling coldness hit him, and even if he wrapped himself in a second layer of quilt, it would be of no avail. The fear coming from the depths of his soul almost made Rogge completely lose control of his body! He huddled behind the cabinet desperately, the sound of teeth tapping echoing in the room, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
The flower houses in the whole world and even the pedestrians returning home at night are gradually dimming. Rogge felt like he was in a deserted wilderness at this moment, unable to find anything to cover himself.
In this wilderness, a ball of holy light gradually lit up in the distance. This ball of holy light became brighter and brighter, gradually illuminating the surroundings. Even though they were far apart, Rogge could clearly feel the power of that ball of holy light.
Two more groups of holy light slowly lit up, forming a "pin" shape with the first group of holy light. These three groups of holy light gradually increased in power and slowly moved towards Rogge.
Countless small, dark creatures like mist and smoke escaped from their hiding places howling and quickly dispersed in all directions. Among them were many little demon spies whom Rogge had some impression of.
After the howling of ghosts and wolves, the wilderness temporarily returned to silence.
After a while, the entire wilderness slowly lit up, like a sun rising in the dark night, and a ray of holy light slowly rose from the horizon! It's so hot and huge! The light it emits is like substance. In the distance, a water line composed of holy light appears and begins to cleanse the entire deserted garden.
More than ten streaks of black mist emerged again and began to run away in the opposite direction from the waterline. As soon as the black mist appeared, the speed of the water line suddenly accelerated several times, and it instantly crossed the entire deserted garden. Except for the three black fogs, the rest were swept into the flood!
The dying screams of the dark creatures tore at Rogge's nerves. He tried his best to suppress his heart that was on the verge of collapse, and barely supported the small protective shield formed by his mental power to resist the impact of the water-like holy light.
The tide of holy light passed quickly, but Rogge's fear continued unabated. He was not afraid of the holy light like the rising sun, but the existence behind the holy light.
It's like a black hole there, you can't feel anything, as if nothing exists. But Rogge knew that there was an absolutely terrifying existence there! Even the most intense holy light cannot throw light into its range.
Rogge's instinctive fear deep in his soul stems from it!
The wilderness slowly dimmed, and everything in Lille gradually returned to its original appearance. Roger tiredly crawled out of the soaked quilt, breathing heavily.
Rogge knew that everything just now was an illusion, and it was not all an illusion. Almost all the dark creatures in the entire city of Lille were driven out.
The city of Lille now seems to be a pure land.
Those groups of strong holy lights appeared in the direction of the city gate of Lille. Are they the big shots in the Holy See mentioned by Bishop Hart
Roger shuddered. (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)