Wrapped in a blood-red cloak, Des stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bloody sunset. w_w_w.quan_ben.c_o_mFor once he felt the slightest bit of coolness in the wind blowing on his face.
Yes, it's autumn already.
Des sighed secretly. After two inexplicable pains in his heart, he knew that Karajan and Krisma were in danger.
Originally, death was not a terrible thing to these descending angels. After the death of the Advent Angel, the soul will be redeemed by the heaven, return to the artifact in the hands of the Pope: the Gate of All Living Things, and then become a reincarnated angel again. If the reincarnated angel dies again, it will turn into unconscious energy and return to heaven. But nearly a month has passed this time, and their souls have not yet returned in the Gate of All Beings. Des vaguely felt that the two of them would never come back.
He was the only one left among the three giants of the Doomsday Judgment Group who once had great glory. Recalling the scenery of the past, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He was once so ambitious and thought he was close to success.
He once thought that the combined power of the three giants could steadily defeat Augustus, known as the 'Blood Angel'. He also once thought that he alone was enough to deal with the waning Pope.
Before the battle in the Place de Lille, he was so confident.
However, that day, all his confidence and ambition were turned into smoke with Ofiloke's shot.
That stunning shot not only defeated the three giants, but also destroyed all their dreams. Augustus' true strength also made the three giants understand how arrogant and ridiculous the idea of working together to steadily eat the Blood Angels was.
The pope's earth-shattering prophecy made the three giants completely understand what despair is! Even if Augustus' strength is greatly reduced, Des now knows that he is still unable to compare with this Blood Angel. As long as the Pope exists, all his ambitions will be like a daydream.
Des looked through the window at the glorious golden spire of St. James Cathedral in the distance. How many secrets are hidden under that spire? How many mysterious figures are there hiding behind the scenes without coming forward? He originally thought that after taking charge of the Doomsday Judgment Group, he had entered a small group that mastered all the secrets of the church, but now it seems that the truth is far more than that! A cruel fact is that these angels who came for the first time are actually excluded from the highest decision-making level of the Church of Light.
A knock on the door woke Des, and it was his first assistant who came in.
"Lord Des, you have not dealt with matters for two weeks. Now there are several cases that can no longer be postponed, and we still need to ask your lord to make a decision."
"Say it." Des's voice was full of exhaustion.
"Lord Des, among the heresy cases, the case of Rogge the Blasphemer is the most urgent. The Archduke of Bavaria has sent people twice to express that the Hammer of War is the property of Ofiloch. Therefore, Ofiloch After Ke's death, all properties related to the Hammer of War should belong to him. He asked us to immediately release Faith, Mirage, and Isabella, and return all properties of the Hammer of War. The person who came just now was very rude, He said that if this matter is not resolved within three days, he will make it clear to us in front of His Majesty the Pope."
The tall crystal cup in Des's hand was immediately smashed to pieces!
It took him a long time to calm down his anger. He knew that in the eyes of the Pope, his status and utilization value were probably far less than those of the Grand Duke of Bavaria, but that was the fact. The Grand Duke of Bavaria, who has inherited the miracle, is probably more important to the Church of Light than Augustus, the leader of the Holy Knights. What does he mean by a little judge of the Doomsday Judgment Team
These thoughts caused extreme pain to the extremely proud Des. He couldn't adapt to this feeling of groveling. In the past, he was the one who taught others a lesson. After a long time, Des squeezed each word out from between his teeth, "Those two people... Faith and Wu Huan, let them go immediately! Return all the items in the God of War's Hammer! Those things you stole will also be returned." Spit it out! By the way, who is Isabella?"
"My lord, she is Wu Huan's granddaughter. The old man regards her as his life."
"You didn't punish Faith and Wu Huan, did you? And that little girl, did you do anything to her?"
The assistant hesitated and replied: "Sir, Feisi and Wu Huan were beaten, but it was not serious. As for the girl, she has been locked up for a month, so she must have done something. But today, my subordinates personally checked, She was not seriously injured and will definitely recover..."
Des slapped his assistant and sent him flying out! He was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"What bastard did that little bitch!! Don't you think women will go to the streets to find them! Are there not enough bitches in Lille? Why do you have to choose this one! I will be killed by you stupid pigs !”
people! My subordinates have already investigated and found that it was basically done by members of Lord Karayang’s direct guard! Only one of our direct subordinates participated. As for this person, his subordinates were so bold that they had him secretly executed! "
Des tried hard to calm down his anger, his usually pale face now flushed. He glanced at his assistant sharply with his blood-red eyes, and said coldly: "Executed to death? Are you afraid that he will tell you that you also fucked that little bitch?"
The assistant immediately knelt down on the ground: "Sir, please forgive me! The villain did something wrong because he was confused for a moment. It's just that the little bitch was too sexy..."
"Shut up!" Des shouted angrily.
"Catch all the people who did that little bitch and hand them over to Lord Augustus. Let's see what he does. Is there anything else?"
"The remnants of the Lionheart Knights and the Golden Lion Knights have returned to the city of Lille two days ago. Only 420 knights returned out of the 5,500 who left. We sent people to arrest the blasphemer. Kate, Rogge's accomplice, had a lot of conflicts with these knights. Dozens of our people were injured and one died. The Knight of the Round Table, Charlie, has already sued Lord Augustus. .”
"Idiot!! Don't provoke anyone who belongs to the Grand Duke of Bavaria! Do you think you guys who only bully common people will be the opponents of those battle-hardened knights? You deserve to be beaten! Also, this order is Who laid it, why didn’t I know?”
"It's the warrant issued by Lady Chrisma."
"Undo it now!"
People, and..."
"what else!"
"A while ago, many big nobles came to plead for Franco, Lens, Roboski and other Rogge's comrades, but I blocked them all. But this time, for some reason, Marshal Rochelio actually came forward. The eldest son Gonzalez was sent here and said that he would donate one hundred thousand gold coins on condition that these people be released."
Des is so bored! Receive the gold coins and let everyone go! By the way, you must be polite to the people sent by the marshal. That fox is also someone who cannot be offended. "
"Sir, we can't let go now..."
"Why?"
"This... Sir Karayan hated Rogge to the core. Before he left, he promised to take good care of these people... So, sir, do you think that your subordinates can arrange a few powerful therapists to keep them well for a few days? Let’s talk about the injury. It doesn’t look good if we let him go now…”
"Karajan..." Des smiled bitterly, nodded tiredly, and waved his assistant out.
He needed quiet, he needed to rest. He rubbed his temples and leaned on the sand.
He underestimated the power and insidiousness of these secular nobles. When the Big Three were still there, no one in the Doomsday Tribunal had any objections to the arrest of Rogge's associates. But now it seems as if it is as promised, it is difficult to come at the same time! Did the news get out that Karajan and Krisma did not return to the Gate of All Living Beings? This is the church’s top secret!
These nobles probably don't know this secret, but they have a keen sense of smell and have already seen the dilemma of the Doomsday Judgment Group, right
There was another knock on the door. Des was extremely angry. Didn't he give orders not to allow anyone to come in and disturb him
"Master Des, Master Augustus asked me to inform you, please go to the Grand Duke's Palace of Bavaria with him immediately." The person who came in was Augustus's adjutant, so Des's men did not dare to stop him.
Des was a little surprised. Why was Augustus going to the Grand Duke's Palace at this time? Do you want to bring yourself with you
But this time was different from the past. He no longer dared to ignore the authority of Augustus. After sorting himself out for a while, he followed the passed holy knight out of the hall.
Once he left, he could never come back.
At this moment, Marshal Rochelio had returned to his tent in the Principality of Ron and was looking at the huge sand table in front of him, with David standing beside him.
"David, have all the troops been withdrawn?"
"Father, we are all back. So far we have lost a total of 32,000 people, and Ron's loss is 55,000. Among them, the Feitian Knights stationed in the capital are fighting against the Lionheart Knights and the Golden Knights. The Lion Knights lost nine thousand cavalry in that battle, and now Feitian has less than eight thousand knights left. Father, not only did the most elite troops of the Duke of Ron suffer heavy losses in this battle, but the most elite troops of the Grand Duke of Bavaria also suffered heavy losses. The two knights have also been severely damaged. It can be said that the Principality of Ron is already in your palm."
"David, even if 'Feitian' only has 5,000 knights now, we still don't have a knighthood that can defeat it. The Heart Knights and the Golden Lion Knights are really powerful. They can defeat 5,000 against 15,000, and they can also severely damage the enemy." , broke out. How many knights are left in these two knights? How many Knights of the Round Table are left? "
"I heard that there are only two Knights of the Round Table who have returned to Lille. There are less than 500 survivors from the two knights. Now that the strength of the Grand Duke of Bavaria has been greatly damaged, it may be a good thing for us!" David asked tentatively.
Rocherio frowned, "You are smarter than your elder brother, but do you know why I rely on him more and feel more comfortable letting him do things?" It's because he knows his own abilities, can control his ambitions, and never does anything meaningless or beyond his capabilities. The miracle came to the Grand Ducal Palace, not to the Rocherio family. I hope you remember this! This is by no means meaningless. This time, except for our established goals, don’t interfere with other interests! The Bavaria family is our family's eternal ally, so we must protect all their interests. By the way, has Catherine left? There can be no problem with her! "
"Father, I just received the news that my sister has left the royal capital secretly. She only brought one personal maid with her, and Prosis will be responsible for protecting her. There will be no problems."
"Very good!" The old marshal nodded.
David took out another list of relatives. The mid-level officers of the Rhine League suffered heavy losses in this battle. This is the waiting list I drew up. Please see what is wrong. "
"I'm very reassured about your ability here. No need to look any further. The candidate's loyalty to the Rocherio family is the most important. As for talent, with you and Gonzalez leading the troops, their combat effectiveness will not be much worse. Those who are going, let’s plan now and see how to eat the four thousand Feitian Knights in the fortress opposite. Once these knights die, the Feitian Knights can be completely eliminated."
"Father, do you want to bring over my eldest brother's Knights of the Human-Faced Spider? Their combat power should be higher than these non-celestial knights. Or bring over my Mercedes Knights? Although the number is a little small, I am confident that we can break through the front. The front of the Feitian Knights."
"These knights must not move until the last moment! Haha, David, your father is not old yet! Even with third-rate troops like the Alliance, can't we defeat the 'Feitian' Knights? War is not just about A knight's charge is so simple! Come on, let us father and son study it carefully and let the world see that the old guy from Bavaria is not the only one in the alliance who can fight. First, think about how to get these knights out of their turtle shells Lead it out..."
"Father, Feitian knights have a great sense of honor. Maybe we can take advantage of this."
Tell me. "
"We pit four thousand knights against four thousand knights and demand a duel between the knights. As long as we withdraw the other troops ten miles far enough. It would be a shame for the Feitian Knights not to agree to this request. They have always used great force to 6 They consider themselves one of the top ten knights and are very arrogant. In a duel with the same number of knights, we third-rate knights will not put them in their eyes. Defeating our four thousand knights can severely damage our morale."
"So how do you win?"
"When Prosis came a few days later, we asked him to dress up as an ordinary knight so that he could surprise him and kill their general in front of the battle! In this way, the chaotic Feitian Knights would fight against our four thousand knights. Both sides suffer losses. As soon as the battle started, our reinforcements rushed to the battlefield and took advantage of the chaos to attack the fortress. It is not difficult to capture the fortress without the Feitian Knights stationed there."
to consider. But this violates our promise, how to remedy it..."
"There is a military fortress opposite. There are not many people, so just kill them all. As for our side, I will not be the general. I will just kill the general as a scapegoat. Father, you'd better go back to the principality, just Pretend you don’t know about this at all…”
The sunset is like blood...
Under the bloody sunset, the elven tribe and the orcs were fighting fiercely, risking their lives. The difficulty of the battle was beyond all the elves' expectations. Different from the previous charges that were scattered all over the mountains and plains, the orcs' attack this time seemed much more organized and the number was several times larger than before. Therefore, although the elite soldiers of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe assist in the battle, it is not a problem for the elves to win, but heavy casualties are unavoidable.
Since early morning, the orcs have appeared like a tide on the high ground outside the Sala Pass. What was different from the past was that a tent decorated with animal bones and giant tusks was set up on the high ground, and a bloody flag was erected in front of the tent. Elder Sarah told Rogge that this meant that organized orc tribes began to participate in the attack, instead of the previous random gathering of sporadic savage orcs. The bloody flag represents the existence of the shaman. However, the elves expressed great disdain for the orcs' magical abilities. In their view, any adult elf can become a great wizard in the orc tribe.
An extremely muscular tauren holding a huge battle ax stood on the high ground and roared something loudly. It was covered in extremely heavy wrought copper battle armor, with a necklace made of skulls hanging around its neck, and armor on its knees with several sharp spikes. The spikes had already been dyed brown by blood.
Next to it is a shaman with strange feathers and bone ornaments all over his body. The number of orcs on the highlands has apparently exceeded a thousand, and is still increasing.
Rogge and a group of elven elders stood on a particularly tall and wide ancient war tree arrow tower. The protection of this arrow tower is also particularly strong. Although it is located on the last line of defense, its absolute height ensures that those on it can overlook the entire battlefield. This is a magic shooting platform, and six magicians from the two elven tribes have gathered on the platform. Therefore, the security here is also very tight. In addition to a dozen elite warriors from the elves, Androni also leaned leisurely against the wall, looking boredly at the orcs in the distance.
"That... is the Minotaur?" Rogge asked Elder Sarah beside him with some doubts.
"It is obviously not as strong as the Minotaur. The Minotaur is an outstanding mythical beast. If the real Minotaur appears in the Orc Empire, it will definitely take on important responsibilities and will never be the leader of such a small tribe. It may be He must be a little devil who has wandered into this world." Elder Sarah, who has hundreds of years of experience, is not sure.
Rogge nodded. A small tribe of orcs attacked, and it was very difficult for the two tribes of elves to cope with it together. If the orc army arrives, it seems that the elves will move to avoid the limelight. "
The elven elders were a little embarrassed, and Fili continued: "These lowly orcs reproduce too fast. In the early ten years, the new generation will fully grow up. And it takes about fifty years for a warrior of our elves to reach adulthood. Time. Although we are able to repel the orcs' attacks every time, we are ashamed to say that our ability to withstand losses is far weaker than the orcs."
Rogge nodded, and he began to calculate the advantages and disadvantages of cheap warriors like orcs.
They were not allowed to discuss any more, as the orc attack had already begun. The shaman performed a strange and ugly dance, shouting out bursts of howling spells. After a while, a faint red cloud enveloped the orcs.
All the orcs snorted heavily and their eyes slowly turned blood red.
"It's a mass bloodthirsty technique!" Elder Sara said in a voiceless voice. Elder Feili looked solemn. This battle will be difficult. Magicians, prepare to cast spells! "
The ferocious-looking orcs wearing crude leather armor rushed toward the elf fortress with wild shouts, and tall ogres and hulks were also among them. Hundreds of kobolds kept throwing small stones at the elven tree walls and arrow towers, trying to suppress the elven archers.
As soon as the Sala tribe's griffons took off, two of them were knocked down by boulders thrown by the Cyclops, which scared the rest of the griffin warriors and flew behind the formation. Rise to the sky behind the elven defense line, until you are out of the range of the Cyclops, and then dare to return to the battlefield. It's just that the long arrows fired from more than a dozen griffins were sparse and too far away, so there was no accuracy. Although almost every arrow hit the orcs, as long as it did not hit the vital point, the orcs, who were thick-skinned and blessed with bloodthirsty spells, had no effect at all and continued to charge wildly with arrows.
The seven or eight four-meter-high Cyclops are so conspicuous and ferocious among the orcs. Repelling the griffins made them even more excited, and boulders rained down on the elven arrow tower. An arrow tower formed by a giant war tree could not withstand such an intensive blow. After withstanding the bombardment of dozens of boulders, it finally collapsed. The three elf archers on the arrow tower fell to death.
Under the cover of other orcs, more than a dozen tauren warriors rushed towards the tree wall. Their giant axes were rising and falling, trying desperately to cut down the tree walls. As soon as the ax fell, a piece of sawdust flew into the air, and it was obvious that the thick tree wall could not stop him for long.
After the initial panic, the elves gradually recovered. The elves' precise archery skills were an eye-opener for Rogge. The arrows were nailed to the orcs' joints, armor gaps, necks, behind ears and other tender parts, which very effectively weakened the orcs' combat effectiveness. This is in sharp contrast to the aimless and mass-based scattering of human archers.
As Elder Feili's fireball exploded among the orcs, the elf magician's magic began to be cast on the orcs' heads one after another. Although there are only six elf magicians, dozens of orcs will fall after every round of magic. At this point, the one-sided situation was finally reversed. But Rogge knew that the magic power of the elf magicians was limited and would be exhausted soon, and the number of people was too small, so the impact on the battle situation was not decisive. The outcome of the battle still depends on the charge of the wetland dragon and the elf knight.
By afternoon, the elves' defense line had retreated behind the third and final layer of tree walls. This tree wall was guarded by four ancient war trees, which was much stronger than the previous two tree walls. The elves also knew that there was no way to retreat, so they launched a desperate struggle.
Rogge looked coldly at the battlefield where broken limbs were flying and pools of blood overflowed. He had long been accustomed to this kind of blood. Androni stood behind him, picking away the stray rocks that occasionally flew over one by one.
The Cyclops gradually approached, and one of them, a particularly huge one, suddenly roared and threw a huge boulder towards the high platform where Rogge and the elf elders stood.
The boulders were flying with a strong wind!
Most of the elf elders were magicians, and the elf warriors were not known for their strength. When they saw the boulders flying towards them, they were so frightened that they fell down.
Only Roger stood still.
The boulder hit him in the chest. Rogge let out a cry, his eyes exploded with silver light, he raised and lifted his hands, and his brute force was everywhere. Amid the elves' exclamations, the boulder actually turned and flew towards the sky! Although Rogge's brute strength was strong enough to compete with the Hill Giant, it was not easy to catch this flying stone, and there was already a fishy taste in his mouth. Fortunately, after absorbing the green dragon blood crystal, he became a little stronger and didn't make a fool of himself. Another benefit of the Green Dragon Blood Crystal is that Rogge's resistance to poison and acid has also been greatly improved.
"Doesn't it taste good? If you had some brains and picked it up gently, it wouldn't take much effort. Are you stupid enough to compete with a Cyclops? Haha, do you have the same brain as an orc?" Seeing Rogge eat it Secretly, Androni was sarcastic in a low voice but cheerfully behind her.
Rogge was furious, he was just trying to establish his authority in front of the elves, so it’s fine if you don’t help, but you actually made fun of me? He took out a homemade scroll and threw a fireball at several Cyclops, burning them and making them scream. The Cyclops quickly retreated a short distance, avoiding the reach of Rogge's magic.
Rogge stood with his hands behind his hands, looking proudly at the panicked Cyclops, but lowered his voice and cursed Androni: "No wonder David said you are useless, you are indeed an ignorant woman! Be careful I touch you tonight Go inside!”
"Come on, I'm waiting for you." Androni's voice suddenly became soft and greasy.
Rogge had this intention, but did not have the courage, so he could only sigh.
At dusk, nearly half of the fierce orcs' casualties had been lost, and their fierceness had also decreased a lot.
Seeing that the time had come, Elder Feili gave an order, and Huron and other elf warriors withdrew from the defense line and mounted their horses.
A row of tree walls suddenly fell down, trapping more than a dozen orc warriors underneath. Three giant python-like wetland flying dragons rushed out from the gap. With a mouth of more than two feet, they would bite off half of an orc's body. The attacks of ordinary orcs would be unable to deal with the hard scales on their bodies. Only the Tauren's great ax leaves a wound on them. But the wetland flying dragons are quite intelligent war beasts. They began to focus on attacking the bull-headed warriors. No matter how powerful the bull-headed warriors were, they could not withstand the bites of these war beasts. After a while, more than a dozen Tauren warriors were torn into pieces.
As soon as the restriction was removed, three wetland flying dragons more than ten meters long began to massacre among the orcs. More than a hundred elf knights led by Huron came out of the gap, and there was another brutal killing! The orcs immediately fell into panic.
The orc leader was furious, rushed down the high ground with a huge battle ax, and headed straight for the wetland dragon.
A strange atmosphere suddenly appeared on the battlefield. A thick fog surged out of nowhere in the sky, and an icy, evil aura kept coming out of the fog.
Suddenly, a huge bone dragon head stuck out from the fog! The dragon's power spread like a tide to the entire battlefield!
This change was so shocking that the elf knights and orc warriors at the edge of the fog were so frightened that they immediately ran away.
A huge bone dragon stepped out of the fog, and the elves on the battlefield screamed in surprise!
Why does the Bone Dragon, the most powerful undead creature in elven legends, appear here? The elven elders were also completely stunned.
Another ferocious bone demon stepped out of the fog, holding a giant ax burning with hell flames in both hands.
After not seeing each other for a while, the two undead creatures, Flame Bone Demon and Gregory, had grown bigger and thicker, looking even more ferocious and terrifying. This time, Gregory finally looked like a skeletal dragon, instead of the crocodile-like creature before. When it stands up, it is more than four meters tall. Its thick hind leg bones, powerful tail, and the light blue mist that is sprayed from its nostrils from time to time make it look full of oppression. Coupled with the natural power of the dragon, now Gregory finally has the majestic appearance that a dragon should have!
The sudden appearance of these two guys shocked all the orcs and elves. Out of instinctive fear of the superior dragons, the wetland flying dragons became a mess and did not dare to approach Gregory at all.
Grigori was so proud that he looked up to the sky and roared silently. Of course, only Rogge could understand the meaning of this roar.
"I am so majestic! So great!"
Gregory lowered his head, stared at the elven knights, and suddenly rushed forward. The power of the dragon made all the horses frightened. They stood up one after another, turned around and ran away.
Rogge was jealous and envious. It seemed that this was the benefit brought by the green dragon's soul. This damn *** only cares about increasing his power, without considering the feelings of his master at all, and takes all the benefits.
After Grigori's majesty passed, he opened his mouth and a large green mist spurted out, covering the elf knight. After a few thumps, several elf knights dismounted from their horses with green faces on their faces.
"Hahahaha! It turns out it's still a wind poison dragon!" Rogge thought viciously. But in any case, the more powerful Gregory is, the more it helps to establish the tall image of Fatty. Although it is still a wind poison dragon, at least its poison is much stronger.
The simple and fierce Flame Bone Demon did not have as many ideas as Gregory. It slashed at a wetland flying dragon next to it with one axe, almost cutting it into two pieces, and yellow blood sprayed several meters high! The Flame Bone Demon once again raised his battle ax high, and this time the giant ax drew a flame of light and shadow in the air, and once again struck the wetland flying dragon, which was rolling desperately in pain.
The orc leader howled wildly: "The great God of War has sent people to help us! I recognize this skull dragon. It is the mount of the greatest God of War! The other one is the most powerful general under the God of War! You guys, chop it up for me. Kill those elves!"
Androni quietly translated the words of the orc leader to Rogge. She has lived in the forest for many years and can understand some of the orc language.
Rogge laughed dumbly, "What does this have to do with the God of War? He is obviously the messenger of the God of Death!" He felt in his heart that it would be good if *** could be the god of the orcs.
"Lord God Envoy!"
Rogge looked back and saw Elder Sara and Elder Feili standing behind him with despair on their faces.
"The orcs actually summoned a bone dragon! The other devil is not weaker than the bone dragon. I'm afraid we can't defend the Sara Pass this time. Now our Seven Colored Deer's wetland flying dragon can still entangle them for a while, God Sir, please retreat to our tribal territory! Wait until we report this matter to the Council of Elders, mobilize the army, and then come and deal with these damn orcs!" Elder Feili said seriously.
"Hiro's divine power is unpredictable. He has already predicted all this." Rogge said with a smile.
White holy light gushes out from his body, pouring into the ground like water, and another beam of light rises into the sky!
In a majestic, deep voice, he chanted mysterious incantations that no one could understand. This made the elven elders, who had always prided themselves on being well-informed, in awe. Of course no one could understand this spell, not even Rogge himself knew what he was talking about. If everyone can understand the mysterious incantation, how can the envoy of God be shown to be unique
Rogge knew that the difficulty lay in the first few days. Once this level was over, there would be no need to show any more miracles in the future. Even if there are people who doubt it, they have to go through the hurdles of believers like themselves. So no stone was left unturned in his performance.
Heavy pressure emanated from Rogge, pushing the elf elders back continuously. Suddenly a blue light flashed on the battlefield, and Androni had already gone to fight in person at some point. This startled Rogge. He didn't care about putting on a show anymore, and immediately signaled to Grigori and the Flame Bone Demon, asking them to cooperate with his performance and return to the other world as soon as possible. Otherwise, fighting Androni would be no joke. Anyway, two of the three wetland flying dragons were dead, and one was seriously injured. The Seven Colored Deer's strength was greatly damaged, and his goal had been achieved.
Rogge shouted loudly, raised his hand and pointed at the bone dragon. Grigori struggled for a while, then slowly turned into a shadow and disappeared.
He pointed at the Flame Bone Demon again, and the Flame Bone Demon that had just chopped off the head of the third wetland flying dragon also disappeared out of thin air.
So powerful!
Elder Sara immediately knelt down, and the two elders of the Seven Colored Deer Tribe on the high platform were also moved to tears. They were filled with emotion that they could see Shiloh's miracle again in their lifetime.
Rogge made a casual move, and an invisible force snatched a spear from the hand of an elf guard. The fat man then threw the spear into the sky. Flames suddenly ignited on the spear. A figure stepped out of the light beam on Rogge and grabbed the burning spear.
The light on her body was so dazzling, like an angel made of pure bright light. No one could see her face clearly, only the elegant and slender wings of light behind her.
Spear thrown!
It was like a bolt of lightning exploded in the sky, and everyone's eyes were covered with flowers, and the battlefield seemed to pause for a moment.
The next moment, all the miracles had dissipated, and the clouds were clear and the wind was clear again.
The light from Rogge's body had dissipated. He put his hands behind his hands and smiled, looking at the battlefield. But in the eyes of the elven elders, this fat man with an ordinary appearance is now so unfathomable, so sacred and majestic.
There was a sudden commotion on the battlefield, and the elven elders hurriedly got up from the ground and looked towards the battlefield.
A clearing suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield. In the center of the clearing stood the leader of the orcs, a tall bull-headed warrior. It also maintains the posture of holding an ax in both hands and protecting it across its chest. The orc warriors surrounded it, with extremely frightened faces.
There is a large hole with a diameter of more than a foot on the ax face and the chest of the orc collar. The edges of the hole are extremely smooth and charred black. There was an identical hole in the ground behind it, bottomless.
The orc leader looked at the big hole in his chest in disbelief, swayed, and fell down. The giant ax flew out of his hand and stuck on the ground.
Wind blew through the hollow on the axe's face, making a sound like a ghost crying.
"If I don't beat up the drowned dog now, how long will it take?" Rogge said calmly.
Elder Feili woke up from a dream.
Woo! The elves' war horns sounded, and the warriors rushed out, killing the fleeing orcs.
The wind suddenly picked up.
Rogge liked the feeling of standing against the wind and overlooking all living beings.
There was a smell in the wind that made his heart beat and made him crazy. It was the smell of blood and fire. Besides that:
The smell of power and ambition. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)