Melodious music was floating in the forest, and the procession of elves was winding and endless, with no end in sight. w w w. q u a n b e n .c o m
The musicians of the Sala tribe played beautiful music, and the elves who inherited the singing skills sang ancient songs.
The elves live a simple and natural life, and there is not much trouble in migrating. Countless plant seeds will reconstruct an elven city in the future. Each of the three elf priests carried a golden seed with a radius of more than a foot. These are the seeds of three ancient elven trees. Under the influence of magic, the original ancient trees bear this fruit that gathers all the essence, and then wither. In the next suitable place, the ancient elven trees will grow again, providing shelter to the elves.
Such large-scale migration disrupted the tranquility of the central mountains. Hundreds of elf rangers and jungle killers were wandering around the brigade, and their reconnaissance range covered a hundred kilometers. In the sky above the team, there are always a few griffins hovering, monitoring the disturbance in the distance.
The dozen Modo monitor lizards raised by the Changshengshu tribe are not used for war, but for relocation and hauling raw materials. This huge creature, which is more than ten meters long and has extremely thick limbs, can carry more than ten tons of weight on its back, or drag dozens of tons of cargo behind it. The exquisite trucks of the Everlasting Tree Tribe are also amazing. They are light, elegant and have strong load-bearing capacity. Behind each monitor lizard will be dragged a long string of trucks.
The 'Dark Moon' tribe is known for its martial arts and raises a variety of war beasts, with more than a dozen species. From the assassinating shadow demon to each palm-sized golden and purple royal bee, they all look very strange and not at all elf-like. But the same thing is that these war beasts, regardless of size, are extremely dangerous. The nearby elves stayed away from them. Although Rogge was not afraid of war beasts like the Shadow Demon, he felt very uncomfortable with the Queen Bee.
In comparison, the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe, which was supposed to be the most powerful flying tribe, all died in the battle with the wetland flying dragons, so this relocation seemed a bit bleak. Rogge also regretted a little. If he had known this, he really shouldn't have done so cruelly. In fact, he still cut off his own arm.
Riding on the tall white dragon horse, Rogge really felt like he was looking forward to Zixiong. Just looking at this endless team of elves, he always couldn't help but smile. Originally he just wanted to get a vote and leave, but now he seems to be tied to the elf's chariot. In any case, this is a huge team and a considerable force. If you use it well, you might actually lay the foundation for a lifetime.
However, managing these more than 10,000 elves is not an easy task. Rogge couldn't help but miss the brothers who founded the Hammer of War. But now, he can only fight alone. Her relationship with the elf elders, especially Xius, is very delicate. The elves have their own interests. How to gradually bring these elves into their own orbit will probably be a problem that will give Rogge a headache for a long time.
Naturally, the benefits gained by the fat man are also huge. Hearing the low roar of the white tiger behind him, he couldn't help but feel happy. Since being assigned to be Rogge's personal guard, Feng Die has been inseparable from Rogge. It's just that her white tiger and Rogge's dragon and horse don't look at each other, and they always have to face each other. However, although Fengdie's White Tiger was a well-known enemy among the elves, he never dared to get too close to Rogge, perhaps because he was still frightened about the battle that day. In this way, the two mythical beasts, which are not on the same level at all, roar at each other every day and become a scene. The dragon horse is very smart. It relies on the power of people and never leaves Rogge. If he is alone, he will never get even half a step closer to the white tiger.
The fat man looked at the elegant Fengdie Da Le, and thought: "Looking at that old guy Xius, he doesn't seem to mind me kidnapping a few elves into bed! Even this Fengdie was sent over, it's really a shame. Capital! If I were him and I invested such a big capital, I would definitely get back several times the interest. It seems that if the elves don’t get things done, the old guy will never let me go."
Suddenly two angry eyes fell on Rogge. Rogge's heart trembled, and he pretended to be nonchalant. He glanced secretly and saw the fire of hatred flashing in Rumsfeld's eyes in the distance. The fat man smiled slightly and felt attentive in his heart. This Rumsfeld and Feng Die are both guardians of the temple, which seems to be very interesting to Feng Die. Although the Elf has a bright and innocent character and is unlikely to stab him in the back, Rogge has never been merciful towards such a love rival.
The word love is the most unclear.
The fat man secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to kill Rumsfeld quietly.
The elves who followed the divine messenger and searched for the holy land went north day after day.
The weather is getting cooler, and occasionally a few yellow leaves fall.
In these days, eleven elf elders and three elf priests formed a new council of elders. Under the insistence of Elder Hughes, Rogge, the divine envoy, also entered the Presbytery and was regarded as the Great Elder. Some elves still find it difficult for some elves to adapt to the fact that a human becomes the great elder of the elves, even though this person is an envoy of the gods. But with the full support of all the elders, the elf priests were helpless.
In order to drive this huge elf chariot, Rogge spent all his energy.
Traveling north, the three elf priests repeatedly found places with beautiful mountains and clear waters suitable for the growth of ancient elf trees. They planned to settle here, but they were rejected by Rogge time and time again. The elders all sided with Rogge, but the elf priests gradually raised objections. In their view, many of Rogge's actions gradually began to deviate from Shiloh's teachings.
These elf priests who follow Rogge are all fanatical believers of Hilo, and have always regarded Hilo's verbal miracles in the Age of Miracles as the supreme example. Therefore, as soon as Rogge, who is known as the envoy of Hilo, appears, they will follow Rogge northward at all costs. But after Rogge took over the elves' war power, he issued a series of orders that were completely different from the elves' past nature.
In the name of military training, Fatty drew out the elite combat forces of the four tribes and formed a mixed combat force composed of eight hundred elven warriors. The first battle of this unit was to attack an orc village encountered on the way north.
The elves and the orcs have an inextricable hatred. The elves, especially the female elves, will often choose to commit suicide immediately if they fall into the hands of the orcs. But even after committing suicide, their bodies could not escape the brutal orcs' attack. Taking advantage of this historical grudge, no one objected to Rogge's proposal to destroy the orc villages.
How could an ordinary orc village withstand the attack of extremely elite elf warriors? In a matter of moments, more than a hundred adult orcs who rushed out of the village were shot dead by the elves. Occasionally, orcs would show up in the village, and they would be nailed to death by the elven sharpshooters.
Rogge was riding on a dragon horse, guarded by twelve elven guardian warriors, and was watching the battle on a high ground next to the village.
An elf knight came to report on the battle: "Master God Envoy! All the orcs who can fight in this village have been eliminated, and the battle is over. Sir, should we go after the brigade?"
Rogge snorted coldly.
"The battle is over? Why didn't I feel it? Is there not a single orc left in the village?"
The elf knight was speechless for a moment... Sir, there are still some orcs in the village! But...they are all children and women..."
Rogge's voice was as cold as the cold wind blowing from hell: "Children will grow into warriors, and women will give birth to new children. Thirty years later, this village will have hundreds of orcs full of hatred for the elves. ! The battle is not over yet, I need no more orcs in this village! No matter if she is a mother! Or a child who is suckling! Go and carry out the order!"
"This! Sir! This goes against the principles of elves! Elves love life!" The elf knight was stunned for a moment and objected fiercely.
Rogge looked around and saw that the elf warriors around him had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"I am the envoy of God! I am also the great elder of the Presbyterian Church! My orders represent Shiloh's will! You must execute them!"
"I refuse!" Elves are also famous for their stubbornness.
"Very good! Rumsfeld!" Roger shouted.
Rumsfeld was startled, but still stepped forward.
"Take the guardian warriors and go to the orc village. In five minutes, I don't want any orcs alive in that village!"
Rumsfeld opened his mouth, then closed it. As the guardian of the temple, obeying the orders of the elders and priests is his highest principle. He climbed onto his huge moose, waved his hand, and rushed down the hill with ten guardian warriors.
"You are a devil!" The elf knight who refused the order became excited. He couldn't control himself and rushed towards Rogge.
A green shadow flashed in the sky, and the elf knight was hit hard to the ground. Feng Die, who was holding a huge wheel saw, then landed lightly and placed the extremely sharp wheel saw on the Elf Knight's neck.
The orc village began to scream.
Rogge took a deep look at the elf knight in front of him and asked: "What does it say in the elf code about attacking elders and divine envoys?"
The elf knight shouted angrily: "What crime is killing women and children in the elf code?"
"I represent the will of Hilo. The Elf Code is the embodiment of Hilo's will, and I am the envoy of Hilo. Therefore, the Elf Code should be interpreted by me! I hope you remember two points of command that must be obeyed. Can’t be considered a human being.” Rogge said coldly.
"You devil, you have betrayed the beliefs and principles of the elves! Kill me!" The elf knight struggled, but the seemingly weak Feng Die's hand pressing on the back of his neck was so powerful that he could not break free at all.
Rogge looked at Feng Die, and there was a look of unbearability on her face.
Rogge snorted coldly: People are worthless, but the life of an elf is noble. I will not kill any elf at will. I'll spare your life and go back to the Green Sea by yourself! No need to follow me anymore! "
Fatty caught a hint of joy in Fengdie's eyes.
The eleven guardian warriors have returned.
Rumsfeld was covered in the blood of the orcs, his eyes were bloodshot, and veins appeared on his handsome face, making him look very ferocious. He turned over and jumped off the elk, carrying a gust of fishy wind.
"Master Divine Envoy, according to your order, no orcs are left." Rumsfeld did not look at Rogge, nor did he glance at Fengdie. His voice was calm, but Rogge heard the roar in his heart.
Rogge nodded and smiled: "Very good! You are worthy of being the proudest temple guardian of the elves! Shiloh will reward you!"
Fengdie looked at Rumsfeld melancholy, wanting to say something, but closed her mouth again.
The fat man saw all this. In his eyes, Fengdie is already his own property. With the tacit approval of the Presbyterian Council, as long as he does things that do not arouse the public anger of the elves, there will be no interference. And the simple elves are no match for his conspiracy.
It can be seen that Fengdie and Rumsfeld have a lot of affection for each other.
"But," Roger thought viciously, "I wonder how long the love between you can last! It won't be long before I turn Rumsfeld into a devil!"
He sneered in his heart, rode down the mountain, and led the elf warriors to chase the group.
After this battle, Rogge led the elven warriors to raid the orcs, goblin villages, and Warcraft communities they encountered on the way again and again. After every battle, he would send Rumsfeld to lead the guardian warriors to clean up the battlefield. The elves valued honor, and Fatty knew that as long as they promised not to leave alive, they would really kill all their enemies, no matter what age or gender they were.
But Rogge didn't completely believe the rumors. He secretly observed the entire battlefield with his mental power the previous few times. He didn't withdraw his troops until he was sure that the elves carried out his orders to the letter.
Since the first massacre, Rumsfeld has never seen a smile on his face.
Lord God's cold war methods shocked all the elves, and even Elder Hughes, who was a killer, couldn't accept it for a while. One late night, Hughes quietly visited Roger.
"Master God Envoy, this series of killings is hard for me, a former killer, to accept. You can imagine the mood of the tribesmen. Why is this?"
"Elder Hughes, you know, the human world is very turbulent."
"Yes."
"If the elves want to develop, they must establish a foothold around the human kingdom and communicate and learn from the human race. In the north we are going to, in addition to more than a dozen small principalities, there is also a terrifying big empire: the Asrophek Empire. .In these turbulent times, what do you think is the most important thing?”
"Of course strength means force."
"That's it. Elder Hughes, the elves have too many old rules and love peace and life too much. On the battlefield, these will become the fatal wounds of the elves. The elves are excellent warriors, but the elves don't have any Colorful army. Now these small-scale killings are just to train a stoic, elite elf army. In the early days of our foothold on the borders of human countries, there may be a series of battles. We must prepare early. Peace is never on the negotiating table. It's earned. Peace can only be gained through war and blood. If I can exchange the lives of a hundred orcs for the life of an elf, I think it's worth it."
The fat man's bloodline is deep and the thoughts of the arrogant elves. Hughes nodded repeatedly.
"Elder Hughes, if the elves don't want to continue hiding in the mountains, this is the only way to go! I'm afraid I will have to ask for more support from you in the Council of Elders in the future!"
Hughes finally chose to support Rogge unconditionally. With his expression, Rogge once again gained the upper hand in the Presbyterian Church.
The priests were the most opposed to Rogge's approach. In their view, Rogge was a blasphemy against Hilo's most basic teachings. The person who opposes Rogge the most is Zhaoye, the female priest of the Sara tribe.
Zhaoye is mature and beautiful. Compared with the thin and pretty elves of other elves, she is quite plump. It's a pity that Rogge knew that she was a fanatical believer, and that Hilo's priests must maintain their own purity, so the lustful fat man gave up his unclean thoughts. However, even if Rogge had a good impression of her, he would still be unable to bear her crazy opposition every time he met at the elders meeting. Although the objections from the priests could not influence Rogge's final decision, Fatty had already made up his mind to resolve these objections once he found a suitable place to settle.
"I can't let these elves dictate to me anymore! If this continues, nothing will be done!" Rogge began to conceive of a new power structure in his spare time.
What he needs is blind faith and dictatorship.
No matter how serious the objections of the priests were, Rogge still firmly pursued his bloody plan. After traveling north like this for more than a month, the hands of all the elf warriors have been stained with the blood of women and children of different races.
That night, Fengdie quietly came to Rogge's camp. She was wearing a dark green robe common to the elves, and her special full body armor had been removed. This robe shows off her perfect figure.
Fengdie looked a little pale. When Rogge saw her coming in, he somewhat guessed her purpose. But he didn't criticize her, he just asked her to sit down, and the two of them just sat speechless. Finally, Fengdie couldn't help but speak.
"Master Divine Envoy, can you please stop massacring the village?"
"Tell me your true reason for coming. There is no need to beat around the bush in front of me." Rogge smiled.
Fengdie blushed, lowered her head, and said softly: "Master God Envoy, can't you stop asking Rumsfeld to clean the battlefield? If he continues like this, he will collapse."
Rogge smiled and asked: "Then who do you think is better at cleaning the battlefield?"
This is a cruel question. Fengdie bit her lower lip and was speechless. If rescuing Rumsfeld had to come at the cost of another elf's fall, then she couldn't open her mouth anyway.
"Master God, please come and clean up the battlefield!" She finally mustered up the courage.
"This is impossible. If I ask you to do this, all the elves will hate me and oppose me. If I fall, then the efforts of the elves to change their destiny will stop here. Tell me, am I Should you use the fate of the entire elves to fulfill your ideal of self-sacrifice?" The fat man seemed to regard himself as the savior of the elves.
Fengdie's mind was in chaos. She really didn't understand why the idea of sacrificing herself turned into a sin that would send the entire elves into the abyss.
"But..." Rogge stood up and walked behind Feng Die, "Maybe I will seriously consider rearranging Rumsfeld's position." As he spoke, he gently stroked Feng Die's beautiful pointed ears.
Touching an elf's ears is an extremely intimate act, as the ears are one of the most sensitive parts of an elf's body. A flash of red quickly spread all over Feng Die's ears, cheeks and neck. She stood up suddenly, extremely panicked. "Master God Envoy, how come... is this a deal?" After speaking, there was a hint of anger in her voice.
"Maybe, do you want to think about it carefully?" Rogge hugged Fengdie hard and then held Feng Die in his arms. Under the soft, thin robe, he could clearly feel Fengdie's perfect curves. He reached out to Fengdie's chest with one hand and held her delicate breasts.
"Fengdie, you know, I can make Rumsfeld become a devil. Of course, it depends on your choice." Rogge gently bit Fengdie's ear and blew into it.
reject! "Feng Die suddenly broke away from Rogge's arms and rushed out the door.
Rogge looked at her back and smiled calmly. Now that Fengdie has become a bargaining chip in this big deal, how easy is it to get out of Rogge's hands
There seemed to be no end to the journey north, and the Council of Presbyterians grew increasingly silent. Only Xius, Sara and Elder Feili of the Seven-Colored Deer Tribe know where the end point of this trip is.
Rogge wants to lead the elves across the central mountains to the human kingdom in the north, where he will find a place bordering the human kingdom to establish roots. The fat man said to the three elders that the elves must communicate with the human race and exchange their needs before they can truly change. What he really thought in his mind was that rapid success only made sense in the human kingdom. Only by reaching the pinnacle of power can one truly have the opportunity to challenge the church.
In a battle with a behemoth like the Church of Light, the outcome can no longer be determined by victory in a few battles. This kind of struggle is about resources, all kinds of resources.
The root of power is the right to allocate resources.
In the process of fighting for power, Rogge could no longer tell whether he used the legend to deceive the elves, or whether he was originally part of the elves' legend.
Moonlight night.
The shrill cry resounded through the forest of the Central Mountain Range, startling a large number of birds.
Androni sat up suddenly, breathing heavily. She couldn't remember how many times she had this nightmare.
She put on her clothes and stood up, getting out of the tent. The cold moonlight fell on her body, and the late autumn wind brought a bone-chilling chill. The flush on Androni's face gradually faded, but her whole body was still soft and weak, especially her two long legs, which were like cotton.
Androni took a deep breath of cold air and felt better. As soon as she closed her eyes, she would see those deep, silver eyes, that mysteriously beautiful face, and those extremely tender hands that had caused her countless nightmares.
She bit her lower lip gently with her white teeth, trying desperately not to recall the ridiculous things a month ago. But it was as if she had just given birth. Those cold and smooth hands roamed all over her body, not sparing every inch of skin and every corner. Those hands seemed to have a strange magic power. Wherever they touched, there was softness, soreness, and an indescribable strange feeling that penetrated into the bone marrow.
"It's so damn hard to beg her, but she just won't stop... Her name is ***, isn't it?" Androni thought bitterly. She really didn't know where the *** came from and why he treated her like this. There are only a few people on the mainland who have entered the Holy Realm, and every one of them is a powerful person. This man who is accompanied by a huge bone dragon is so powerful that he should never be famous at all. But Androni thought about it and couldn't remember any of the strong men in the continent who used the Death Scythe. Although this strange long weapon is powerful, it also has obvious shortcomings, and most martial arts masters will not choose to practice it.
"***... ***..." She whispered the name softly and repeatedly, and she no longer felt sleepy.
She simply put on her clothes and got up, put away the tent, checked the direction, and galloped away under the moonlight. In two days, she will be able to walk out of the vast central mountain range.
There, it's not far from the Rhine City.
Froya should be in the royal capital now, right
Originally, Androni went after Rogge because she didn't want to face Froya head-on. But after the incident in the Dragon Cave, she suddenly had a strong desire to see Froya.
She wanted to take another look at her.
Just a glance.
The Origin of the Legend (QuanBen Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)