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The two knights rode leisurely through the forest. The majestic white dragon horse exuded a faint majesty, driving away countless beasts and birds. W ww/QuanBen-XiaoShuo\c OmThe knight on the left has long chestnut hair and a stunning face that is both cold and charming. The knight on the right is bloated, but his eyes look very energetic. These two people were Roger and Androni.
They stopped suddenly, and Androni said calmly: "We are surrounded."
Rogge smiled slightly, raised his hand and drew a few simple magic symbols, blessing Androni with the "Power of the Barbarian Bull" and the "Additional Blessing Technique", the three magic spells he was so familiar with. Androni was surrounded by magical light, but she didn't appreciate it. Androni turned her head and said to Rogge coldly: "You have blessed me with so much magic, do you want me to be your human shield?"
"Are you going to make me, a magician, unable to fight hand-to-hand in the jungle? Isn't that kind enough?" Rogge said with a playful smile.
Androni stared at Rogge fiercely, neither pulling out the blue sky nor raising her fighting spirit. She just shouted loudly: "Who is hiding there sneakily? Get out of here!"
Swishing, swishing, swishing, agile figures kept appearing in the trees around the two of them, and more than a dozen green long bows were aimed at Rogge and Androni.
A figure jumped down from the tree like lightning, its sword flashing like a rainbow, and rushed towards Rogge. Roger sat still.
Androni snorted coldly, flew up from the dragon horse, grabbed the attacker with one hand, and threw him to the ground hard.
Androni's throw was a heavy one. She was originally a sixteenth-level swordsman, and was blessed with the third-level magic by Rogge. The power of her movements was extraordinary. So the man groaned for a long time before getting up.
This is a very handsome warrior, with golden hair fluttering in the wind. He wears an exquisite green breastplate, and a green magic long bow on his back. The long sword made by an elf has fallen and is inserted in front of him. But what interested Rogge even more was his two pointed and long ears.
Elf.
The elf warrior turned over and stood up, his eyes filled with fear. Although Androni had no intention of taking action again, he did not dare to pick up the long sword that fell on the ground. He carefully observed the two dragon horses, and then stared at the elf horn hanging on Rogge's waist. Rogge and Androni knew what was going on, and sat calmly on their horses without moving.
The elf warrior finally saw enough, and then he bowed to the two of them and said in the jerky common language of the continent: "I am Balang, a warrior of the Sala tribe. May I ask you two, what is the horn on your waist?"
Rogge replied coldly in Elvish: "Since you are an elf and you appear here at this time, how come you don't know what this elf horn represents? Or do you still have doubts in your hearts and want to try again? Our identity? In fact, this test, to put it bluntly, is that you are not convinced. What else do you want to try? You also know the results of the one-on-one test, I think you should go together! Wait until the Elf Tribe , I will go back and settle the accounts with you for this disrespect!"
Balan was startled. He had just made a sneak attack with the idea of testing their abilities, but unexpectedly, he was grabbed by Androni and his bones were almost broken. As the grandson of Elder Sarah, he was the most outstanding warrior in the tribe, but he was dealt with so easily by Androni. It seemed that even the twenty warriors he had brought together would never be Androni's match.
The white unicorn beast, the elf horn, the incredible strength, and even the few small accessories on his body are exactly the same as in the legend. Everything is so consistent with the elder’s description before leaving. That’s right, this is the divine envoy!
Although he was looking forward to seeing the legendary mythical beast of the elves this time - the unicorn, the two dragons and horses were also extremely handsome, and the faint dragon power made him hesitate, unable to recognize what kind of mythical beast they were. But since it is exactly as described in the prophecy, there is no reason to doubt it. After all, the one with the white horn doesn't have to be a unicorn.
Balang was so excited that he knelt down on the ground and said loudly: "Balang is here to welcome the envoy of the God on the orders of the elders of the Sala tribe."
The elven warriors on the surrounding trees also jumped down and fell to their knees.
Rogge took a closer look and saw that the elves' reputation for beauty was indeed well-deserved. All of these warriors were handsome men and women, which made him happy. From his careful analysis, he found that most of these elf warriors were men, but there were also two women among them. The elves all carry bows and arrows on their backs, and most of the melee weapons they use are long swords, while a few use short swords, daggers, and the like. It is exactly the same as the description in the book. It seems that the elves do not want to make progress. Although they have been living in various places for thousands of years, they have not undergone any changes.
Rogge carefully observed the equipment used by the elves. It can be seen that these warriors mostly use magic-enhanced equipment and are very well-made. The most impressive thing is the complex and beautiful patterns and ornaments decorated on it. Rogge secretly compared the products of the Elf clan with those of the God of War, and found that the quality of the two was almost the same. Although the products produced by War God's Hammer are already very flashy, compared with the elves, they are still inferior in this aspect. The patterns decorated on the elves' light armor do not have any magical additional effects, they are just for good looks. For example, the light armor of Balang in front of him actually has hollow patterns! Before the enemy could attack, he emptied his armor first
Rogge finally understood the elves' pathological obsession with beautiful things.
"The strength of these elves is barely passable. They are all warriors and archers around level 10. But they might be the most elite warriors in their tribe." Androni said coldly.
Balaam was furious. These warriors are all the elites of the Sara clan, and they are considered to be only moderately powerful. This is a great insult to the dignity of the elves! Even if this overly beautiful swordsman is the attendant of the Divine Envoy, he cannot insult the elves like this! But he was immediately discouraged. After all, he is an eleventh-level elf warrior, but he can't resist Androni at all. This shows how terrifying her strength is. The Lord God Envoy cast three spells while chatting and laughing. The speed of the spells was beyond his wildest dreams. He clearly had the demeanor of a great mage. Little did he know that Rogge was just a level 10 magician who pretended to be a master by relying on his huge mental power and high speed in casting low-level magic to deceive the innocent and ignorant elves.
Elves have a straightforward personality, and they don't know what to say. Since Androni was far stronger than herself, she said that the elves were not very strong, and the elves had no choice but to acquiesce to this fact.
Balang remembered Elder Sara's repeated instructions before leaving, and knew that welcoming the divine envoy this time was related to the prosperity and survival of his clan. He no longer dared to be willful, and respectfully led Rogge and Androni deep into the forest. .
Rogge jumped off his horse and walked side by side with Balang, chatting casually with a friendly expression. As expected by the fat man, the elves have lived in the mountains for thousands of years and have a very simple mind. How can they compare with a businessman like him who has been soaked in conspiracies? Rogge easily obtained the information he wanted.
In the dense forests of the Central Mountains, there are more than a dozen elven tribes, large and small. The Sala tribe is one of these small tribes, with only more than 500 people in the tribe. The Sala tribe has a total of one hundred hunting warriors, twenty senior guards, and one Elder Hall warrior, who is Balang himself. In addition, the Sara tribe also has two magicians and a priest.
The elven tribes in the Central Mountains will jointly send out respected elders to form the Council of Elders. In case of major events, the Council of Elders has always made the decision, and all elven tribes must abide by the constraints of the Council of Elders. The Council of Elders is composed of eighty-one elders. Each elf tribe sends a different number of elders to the Council of Elders according to their strength, but even the smallest tribe will have at least one elder. There are three tribes such as the Sara tribe that only have one elder, and the most powerful tribe, the Forest Light tribe, has the power to appoint eighteen elders.
It turns out that the Sala tribe worked so hard to send out all the senior guards to greet them, and it turned out that they had selfish motives. There is a powerful elf tribe living next to the Sara tribe, which is the "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" tribe with six elders. On the mountain peak where the Sala people have lived for generations, there is a very rare thousand-year-old elven ancient tree growing. For every elven ancient tree that exists, there will be an elven priest accordingly.
There are a total of thirteen ancient elven trees in the central mountain range, and correspondingly, there are thirteen elven priests. There are three ancient elven trees growing in the "Green Sea", the elf capital where Forest Light lives. In this way, in addition to eighteen elders, the Forest Light tribe also has three priests. They are truly the elves of the Central Mountains. The largest tribe.
Except for this thousand-year return, the elves have not received Shiloh's oracle for thousands of years. However, the Elf Grand Temple, composed of thirteen high priests, has always had a prestige, and even the Council of Elders will not violate it. The will of the Great Elf Temple.
The "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" tribe has grown rapidly in the past century, and its number of seats in the Elders' Council has rapidly increased from three to six, becoming the fifth largest tribe. However, although the tribe is large, it does not have a single priest, which is extremely inconsistent with its status. On the other side of the Sala tribe's residence is the ferocious orc tribe. Over the years, their warriors have been severely damaged in resisting the orcs and have never been able to thrive. The "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" tribe has repeatedly proposed to help the Sara clan resist the orcs, but Elder Sara was afraid that the other party had other agendas and firmly disagreed.
In the past ten years, the strong reproductive capacity of the orcs has kept the Sara clan in a state of constant uncertainty, so the "Flying Seven-Colored Deer" once again took advantage of the situation and proposed to the Council of Elders to increase the number of troops in Sara Pass, which will be voted on in the near future. What's more, due to the appearance of the oracle and the arrival of the divine messenger, the elves will hold a large sacrifice in advance. Young talents from each tribe will compete in various skills at the sacrifice, and the top five will be eligible to choose their favorite. Elf woman as wife.
"Flying Seven-Colored Deer" Huron, the son of a tribal elder, is the best among the younger generation of elves in archery skills. His swordsmanship and other skills are also good, making him a popular candidate to win the honor. He has already stated that once he wins the sacrifice, he will propose to marry Feileina, the granddaughter of the Sala elder. Once the marriage is completed, it can be said that the "Seven Colored Deer" tribe will merge with the Sala tribe.
However, at this moment, the elven tribes received the news from the elven horns, and the divine messenger appeared!
Elder Sarah was pleasantly surprised to find that her tribe was actually the closest to the location of the divine envoy! He made a prompt decision and used all the best members of the clan to welcome the divine envoy before other tribes, so as to please the divine envoy and prevent the fate of being merged with the Seven-Colored Deer.
Understanding the causes and consequences of all this, Rogge couldn't help but secretly laugh that the elves were also fighting for power. It's just that they are too naive, and all the conspiracies are almost clearly laid out on paper. It's no wonder that for thousands of years, the elves have been living in seclusion in the mountains. They have faced either Warcraft orcs or ancient trees, snakes and insects. How can there be rich conspiracy culture of humans
Balang led Rogge to take some remote trails. Rogge understood that he wanted to avoid other tribes who came to greet the messenger of God, so he didn't say anything at the moment. He talked and laughed all the way, stayed at dawn and passed the night, and gradually walked deep into the central mountain range.
Along the way, Androni, who looked far away from the elf, was more eye-catching than Rogge. She is also very interested in elf women who are delicate, neat and beautiful. By the end of the day, Androni had become very close to the two female elf warriors. Being daring, she would occasionally attack the elf female warrior's face, ears, and even chest with lightning speed. As for the two beautiful elf girls, other than blushing, they had no ability to resist Androni's elusive attacks. What's more important is that elves are naturally incapable of resisting beautiful things. Even if Androni doesn't take the initiative, the elf girls will take the initiative to entangle them.
Androni, who wears menswear, has always been a playboy. With her unparalleled elegance, high swordsmanship, and prominent status, she can easily flirt with common girls or noble ladies. Now that she can use two of her many romantic methods at will, how can these simple elf girls resist
Seeing Androni relapse and teasing the elf girl, Rogge could only smile bitterly.
A few days later, another group of people came under the ancient elf tree. This team has a powerful lineup and an astonishing momentum. It consists of more than a hundred knights, magicians and druids of all kinds, and everyone is strong. Their mounts are also all kinds of strange, ranging from ordinary war horses to ferocious monsters. A tall, majestic man was riding an earth dragon! Beside him was a charming woman wearing a dark blue cloak and riding a tall elk.
At the mouth of the valley, the man waved his hand and the whole team stopped. His big, square face had some signs of weathering, his long brown hair was hanging down, and his left ear was decorated with three gemstone earrings of different colors. The man turned his head and said to the woman next to him: "Miss Carmela, you are the noble envoy of Hilo. With your wise eyes, you can definitely tell whether the ancient tree in the valley in front is the elf we are looking for. Ancient trees.”
The woman took off the cloak that covered her head, revealing her charming face and a pair of long pointed ears.
"Dear Lord Frey, I have said it a long time ago. Although God Shiloh appointed me to be his envoy in the oracle, I hope you can treat me as an ordinary elf instead of using it all day long. Treat me with honorifics. You will be sad if you do this."
A charming smile appeared on Frey's face, but he was still polite and carefully kept his distance from Carmela.
"Miss Carmela, we'd better do business first. There seems to be something strange. Why is this valley so lifeless? Where there are ancient elven trees, there should be a lot of life. According to the news from the Church of Light , the people they escorted the Elf Horn should have arrived here, why can’t they see anyone?”
Seeing Frey talking about him, Carmela stared at him with a pair of eyes resentfully, and then looked back towards the valley.
Frey stepped down from the three-meter-high fiery red earth dragon and suddenly felt uneasy, snorting heavily from its huge nostrils. It dug hard at the ground, slapped its buttocks, and tried to retreat. Frey's heart moved, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone... be alert! Send one to the front to see what happened!"
A druid behind Feyre chanted a spell, then turned into a goshawk and flew forward.
He turned back in a blink of an eye, landed in front of Feyre, and returned to his human form.
"Lord Frey, there seems to have been a fierce battle ahead, and several people died."
Frey and Carmela looked at each other and led everyone to check carefully.
A fierce battle broke out around the ancient elf tree. Within a few dozen meters, the ground was scorched black. Several corpses lay scattered on the ground. Some of them could no longer be said to be corpses, but charred skeletons. Only the badges on a few armor leaves scattered on the ground showed that they were once members of the Holy Knights of the Church of Light.
Frey's face was heavy. He couldn't tell who made these members of the Holy Knights look like this. Looking at the scorched marks, it seems that they were burned by the fire. But if it weren't for magic, how could a living holy knight be burned into a skeleton? If it was magic, he couldn't sense the remaining magic fluctuations. Frey had also heard about the skills of the Holy Knights, and according to the news from the church, two of the three giants of the Doomsday Judgment Group were among the people escorting the Elf Horn this time.
Although Frey didn't know who these three giants were, he thought they shouldn't be too bad. They must be at least fourteenth-level knights. Could it be said that these two giants have now become skeletons
Frey was having a headache, and Carmela screamed in surprise. He hurried over and saw Carmela standing in front of the ancient elf tree in a daze.
A skeleton was nailed to the ancient elf tree with a spear, and in front of him was another skeleton, still in a throwing posture.
It seemed that time was frozen at this moment. A mysterious force burned all creatures within dozens of meters to ashes, but the ancient elf tree miraculously remained intact.
A delicate little horn swaying in the wind caught their attention.
Is it an elf horn
Carmela took a step forward, leaned over and picked up a small white jade horn from the skeleton nailed to the tree. The exquisite little horn flashed with a soft luster, and countless fine patterns were engraved on it. It was obvious that it was a very complex magic array, with bursts of strong magic fluctuations emanating from it.
"Is this the elf horn?" Frey came over.
"It looks like it is, exactly as described in the oracle! I just don't know who killed all the holy knights escorting the horn."
Frey pondered for a moment, maybe it wasn't a human being, it might be some kind of powerful magical beast or mythical beast. "
"Lord Frey, you are so wise! You observe so carefully, even I, an elf, can't compare to you. In fact, as long as there is an elf horn, you can find the elves by playing it. With Lord Frey here, I There is no need for the protection of those holy knights, it doesn't matter whether they die or not." Carmela said coquettishly, and moved towards Frey again.
Frey frowned and subconsciously moved farther away from Carmella. His two men in the distance couldn't help but snicker when they saw this scene.
"Master Divine Envoy seems to like Master Frey very much..."
"Yes, yes, it's a pity that she showed the wrong affection, hehe! What a pity, in fact, I have never seen such a beautiful elf in my life!"
"Be careful, if Lord Frey knows that we are talking about him, he will deal with us severely! For example, he will turn you into a crow for three days and three nights..."
The man trembled in fright and said quickly: "Okay, no more talking, no more talking! Work, work!"
Frey looked at Carmela who was playing with the elf horn and sighed. Miss Meira, this place is very weird. I can't see what kind of power can burn these people alive into skeletons. There might be some powerful magical beast hiding nearby, so I'd better wait until my people search the surrounding area thoroughly. "
Carmela cast a flirtatious look at Frey. Lord Lei, in the forest, what force dares to offend you? Your father, Lord Fury of the Sky, one of the four great druids, is in no way inferior to any great mage. If it's a monster, even if there's a dragon hiding next to it, Lord Frey, these people you brought are enough to deal with it, right? What's more, even if there are any traps, I am still a level 14 elf knight, and I am fully capable of protecting myself. Frey... You care about me so much, how can I repay you? "
Frey frowned and said nothing. Facing Carmela's naked display of love, he just pretended not to know. However, this Carmela is rarely matched in terms of appearance and figure, and in terms of strength, there are only three or five people under his command who can compare with it. She also has the noble status of a divine envoy, and is absolutely worthy of her status as the son of an Archdruid. If not...if not...Carmela would be a good candidate for a wife.
Carmela was also a little anxious. Ever since Shiloh sent down the oracle and designated her as the envoy of the gods, all the elves around her have treated her with respect. Following the instructions, she came to the Northern Druid Alliance to look for help. When she first saw Frey, she fell in love with him. But Frey was very respectful to her on the surface, but in fact he was as cold as ice. His increasingly explicit expressions of love for her were just pretending to be crazy and acting stupid. Carmela has outstanding appearance and talent in martial arts, so she has never looked down upon the elves around her since she was a child. Now she has finally met a Frey who is completely worthy of her, but he is completely unmoved. How can Carmela not be anxious
But this matter cannot be rushed. Carmela is very smart, and she is already secretly planning how to get Frey into her bed. If people of their status had slept with each other, many things would fall into place.
While thinking about her thoughts, Carmela put the elf horn to her mouth. She summoned up her fighting spirit, and green smoke enveloped her entirely.
The spiritual trumpet sounded. An extremely powerful energy suddenly appeared in the green mist, and Frey only had time to shout, 'Be careful! ’, he could only watch helplessly as a blue light quickly spread to Carmela’s body, turning her into a blue crystal statue.
A breeze blew by, and the blue crystal statue turned into tiny rays of light and disappeared in the wind.
For a moment, Frey's mind went blank. He stretched out his hands in vain, trying to find something among the stars in the sky, but found nothing.
He really couldn't believe his eyes.
The divine messenger is dead
The envoy who was blessed by Hero, the great elf of war, and who upheld the oracle's instructions, died? !
What's happening to this world? Is the devil about to come? Or is the end coming
Frey couldn't believe what he was seeing. As the eldest son of the great druid Skyfury, his natural magic has become so powerful that he can feel the nature god that the druid believes in. He is well aware of the power of gods, which is vast and cannot be guessed at his level. Even his father, who is already close to stepping into the divine realm, may not be able to test the power of divine power. But now, Hilo’s envoy is dead!
Frey's men all gathered around, with panic on their faces. All of this has gone far beyond their knowledge, and more importantly, it is slowly destroying their long-standing absolute belief in the power of God.
Frey, who had been through the storm for a long time, made a decisive decision and shouted: "This is a conspiracy! Someone has committed a blasphemous act! It is the law of our druids to maintain the authority of God and maintain the balance of nature. Those who blaspheme will be punished to the greatest extent. Severe punishment! Although this devil is powerful, we, who are favored by the God of Nature, will have the last laugh!"
Frey's men have been in the Northern Kingdom for many years, and they are well aware of the terrifying power of the Archdruid's wrath in the sky. Frey is also profound, wise and powerful in magic. So being encouraged by Frey somewhat boosted his morale.
"Lord Frey, the envoy is dead, what should we do next?"
"Don't panic. This devil is so familiar with Shiloh's oracle and killed the divine envoy. He must have some plot against the elves. Let's go to the elves' territory. He will definitely appear! Just in time, the elves tribe 'Light of the Forest' has always been on good terms with my father, and I know where their territory is, so let's go to them and disturb them for a few days!"
After that, Frey turned over and rode on the earth dragon, leading everyone to go north. But his heart was not as calm as on the surface. He knew that the road waiting for him ahead would never be smooth. Perhaps, it was the most dangerous period in his life journey of more than thirty years.
At this moment, Rogge has stepped into the territory of the Sara tribe. He has clearly felt the difference in the forest. Although there are also towering ancient trees everywhere, the sunlight shines down from the treetops without any hindrance. Ancient trees, small trees, shrubs, and grass are scattered in an orderly manner, all sharing the sunshine. Small animals such as rabbits and civet cats are not afraid of strangers. They will often pass in front of the team, but they do not dare to enter the range of the two dragon horses.
This is a forest full of life, peace and tranquility. It was completely different from the depressing and dank primeval forest he had seen before.
Looking from a distance, a green mountain peak rises from the ground. Halfway up the mountain, small emerald-green buildings can be seen faintly, standing high above ancient trees. There are several huge birds with strange shapes hovering at the top of the peak.
Rogge looked intently and saw that those flying birds turned out to be griffins with extremely sharp beaks and claws.
"Barang, could those strange birds be griffins?"
Balang was very surprised by Rogge's excellent eyesight. Although elves are also known for their good eyesight, looking from this distance, he could only see a few black spots. If he hadn't already known that those griffins were raised by the tribe, he would never have been able to tell anything.
"Master Divine Envoy, those are the griffins of the Sara tribe. You are really full of miracles. It is hard to imagine that your eyesight can be compared with the most famous archer of the elves!"
Rogge smiled slightly and asked: "I heard that a griffon can carry a warrior. Is this true?"
"Sir, griffins are very heavy, so although they are extremely powerful, they can only carry lighter warriors. Because of our light body, we elves can sit on griffins and fight. But even so, they can only carry adults. Only a strong gryphon can carry an elf warrior."
"Griffins plus elven archers are a very powerful combination! How many griffins do the Sara tribe have? Do all elven tribes raise griffins?"
Griffins are the pride of the Sala tribe. Balang replied proudly: "Our Sala tribe has more than fifty griffins in total, and only a dozen can really carry warriors. But even these dozen griffins can It is enough for us to resist the attack of the orcs and defend the Sara Pass. Many elven tribes raise griffins, and some tribes also raise other sacred beasts. For example, the 'Light of the Forest' tribe raises several five-color sacred cows. . But Sir Rogge, to be honest, these mythical beasts are not easy to serve and are expensive, so we can’t raise many of them. Griffins are considered very powerful among the mythical beasts raised by the elves."
"Balang, how did the various tribes of the elves come into being? You know, I am very interested in history."
"Master Divine Envoy Lang was a little embarrassed, "I have been spending a lot of time on swordsmanship, so I don't know the history very well. I can only give you a rough idea. Several of the more than a dozen tribes in the Central Mountains are elves who originally lived here, while some tribes were formed after the elves were defeated and fled here thousands of years ago. The local elven tribes all have their own unique mythical beasts, while the foreign tribes specialize in one or a few skills to maintain the elves' inheritance for thousands of years. Of course, foreign elven tribes will also raise some mythical beasts, but most of them choose griffins. "
Rogge asked calmly: "So, will there be any friction between the local tribe and the foreign tribe?"
Balang replied: "We elves are a very united race, not as insidious and aggressive as humans. Sir, you know I am not talking about you..."
Rogge looked at Balang with a smile. The elf warrior looked embarrassed, and finally said: "That's it, Lord Envoy. Among the elves in the Central Mountains, the local elf tribe accounts for the vast majority, and they raise many mythical beasts." Awesome. However, various outstanding skills are mastered by our foreign elven tribes. In fact, local elven tribes and foreign elven tribes often quarrel in order to compete for seats in the Council of Elders. You see, although within the elven tribe, There will also be disputes and discord, but there will be no war between the elves. This is still a little different from the human race."
Hearing the words "outstanding skills", Rogge immediately became interested. He needed to know how much his prey was worth.
"So what kind of skills do the Sala specialize in? Weapon casting?"
Balang said proudly: "The Sara tribe inherits the purest and most traditional part of the elven culture, art! Weapon casting is the specialty of the Silver Moon tribe, and the armor making is the responsibility of the Flying Seven-Colored Deer."
Rogge almost stumbled and lost his voice: "Art?"
"Yes, art! In the eyes of us elves, what we are most proud of is not archery, swordsmanship, or our magic, but art! Poetry, sculpture, painting, and music are all inherited by the Sara tribe. Come down, Sarah, which means the kingdom of arts in Elf language. Every member of the Sarah tribe will be specialized in some kind of art when they are born. Although we also have to learn archery and swordsmanship, art is the key to Sarah. The inheritance of the La people is the blood and soul of the Sala people!”
"Well, art is art, it's better than nothing." Rogge thought in despair. (QuanBen Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)