Blasphemy

Chapter 87: Meeting Quan for the first time

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Zhang Yi first encounter

It is already the season of falling snow. W ww)QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO(c om

After more than two months of migration, the elves finally arrived at Rogge's ideal place.

This is a peaceful valley with green forests and mirror-blue lakes.

The valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, steep on the outside and gentle on the inside, and has many active springs. It is really a good place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. More importantly, after climbing over a mountain ridge, you entered the realm of the human kingdom.

Although the snow is flying in the sky, the ground in this valley with a radius of hundreds of miles is obviously very warm. The lake is still not frozen. When you reach down, it is still slightly warm. It is really strange that such a good piece of land has not yet been set foot on by humans. Perhaps it is the steep mountain walls, harsh climate and wild beasts in the virgin forest that have hindered human progress.

A large group of elves filed into this valley that seemed to be specially prepared for the elves and settled down, but Rogge still did not allow him to build a city here. Similar places have been found before, but the most important thing about the new territory of the elves is that it must be close enough to human society.

The most elite scouts of the elves were sent out to cross the mountains, jungles and rivers to learn about the world around the valley. The gryphon warriors were asked to fly over the mountain ridges in the north to see the distance of human settlements and, if possible, to capture a few more alive.

After many days of reconnaissance, and secretly capturing several Orion woodcutters for torture, Rogge finally had a rough idea of the surrounding situation.

Fortunately, there are more than a dozen small human race principalities outside the mountain. The largest area is only 100,000 square kilometers and has a population of 5 million. The small one only has a population of hundreds of thousands and a territory of several thousand square kilometers. Most duchy rulers have relatively long family histories. Rogge knew from the "General History of the Continent" that these countries were all formed during the Great Expedition of the Church of Light during the second miracle. In that expedition, the church believers finally defeated the barbarians on the northern prairie and plateau, forming the largest military empire: the Asrophek Empire. Some adventurers, great nobles and church knights who had made great achievements were unwilling to return to the south, so they established more than ten small principalities near the central mountains, forming the political structure of the small northern countries.

However, a hundred years later, a strange religion emerged in Asrofic. Their strength expanded rapidly, expelling the power of the Church of Light, and occupied almost all of Asrofic's territory. The Church of Light organized three expeditions, but they were all defeated by the powerful Asrophek Empire. However, many of the defeated soldiers from these three expeditions stayed in the small northern countries to strengthen them. Most of the founding families of these small countries were comrades who fought side by side, and maintained close ties with each other through marriage. Whenever Asrofic wanted to swallow the piece of fat in his mouth, out of fear of being ruled by infidels, the small countries united and resisted to the death. After experiencing several battles in which both sides suffered heavy losses, Asrofic finally put aside his thoughts about this piece of fat.

A large number of small countries, an ancient and elegant hereditary aristocratic system, a vast land and sparsely populated areas, and strong and simple folk customs. This is Rogge's ideal place to settle.

The 'Eternal Tree' tribe, which is good at architecture, pooled the wisdom of the whole tribe and designed it for ten days, and finally came up with a plan for an elf city. After the Sara tribe provided artistic beauty and the Dark Moon tribe provided military functions, the city's plan was finalized.

Three days later in the morning, after paying homage to Shiloh, three elven priests threw three golden elven ancient tree seeds into the lake. The tranquil lake water immediately began to roll violently. At noon, three green treetops poked their heads out of the lake.

The ancient elf tree continued to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in two days it grew into a giant tree tens of meters high. Three ancient elven trees grew together, and the surging magic power stirred in the valley, making the lake bluer, the grass greener, and even the ice and snow originally covering it melted.

The entire valley suddenly turned into a paradise with spring-like conditions all year round.

On the third day, countless vines grew wildly under the urging of the elf priests and magicians, forming a vine floor on the lake.

On the fourth day, the tree wall began to grow around the small lake, enclosing a large open space by the lake, and initially formed the outline of a city.

On the fifth day, each elf planted a seed in the city wall, and treehouses continued to grow.

On the sixth day, in the middle of the lake, surrounded by three ancient elven trees, a somewhat sizable Elf Temple and Elder's Court were built. Next to it, there was a building that was no less than the temple and Elder's Court: the Temple of the God's Envoy. .

On the seventh day, the gryphon rested on the mountain peak and the shadow demon hibernated in the valley. All the giant beasts have found their own habitats. Only the royal bees of the Dark Moon tribe died one after another because they could not adapt to the cold northern climate.

The eighth day. The embryonic form of an elven city has been formed.

Most of the entire city is built on the shore of the lake, and the smaller half is on the green lake. When viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a huge emerald oval goose egg. The green lake is like a thin and long crescent moon, gently embracing the Elf City.

All we have to do now is wait for the city to finish growing.

Now, the valley surrounded by snow-capped peaks is like a lake. Three ancient trees that look like they have existed in mythical times have been uprooted from the lake, piercing the clouds, and white clouds are floating over the treetops. It's like a fairy tale city, half on the shore and half on the lake, lush and lively. Birds are singing in the wild, flowers are fragrant, the grass is green, and there is no hint of the cold winter in the north.

This city was eventually named the 'City of the Oracle'.

Looking at this fairyland on earth, Rogge and the elf elders were all frowning. The prosperous scene in front of us is entirely supported by the magic power accumulated by the three ancient elven trees for thousands of years. This is by no means a long-term solution. The current city size is just enough to accommodate the elves of four tribes, but the magic power of the three ancient elven trees cannot support such a large city.

The climate in the North is cold, and it is difficult for the elves to adapt to such severe cold. Therefore, a lot of the magic power of the ancient elven trees is spent on regulating the climate of the entire valley. Rogge himself is also a magician. During this time, he has been learning natural magic from the elf priests, and he can also experience the magic of the ancient elf trees. The speed at which the magic power of the ancient elf tree can be regenerated is far less than the rate of consumption.

Fatty knew that in three months, these three ancient elven trees would wither due to exhaustion of magic power. At that time, the cold winter had not yet passed, and the elves were having a hard time. The top priority is to get the entire Elf clan up and running immediately, find new sources of magic power, and support these three ancient Elf trees.

On the night when the Oracle City was built, Rogge secretly summoned all the elven elders to discuss the crisis they were facing and where the elves would go from here. The elven elders have spent their entire lives in the forest and have very little contact with humans. In this regard, Rogge naturally wanted to follow Rogge's lead, and Rogge did his part. With the help of Elder Hughes, he took the opportunity to monopolize power.

Fatty knew deeply that in this troubled world, whoever controls the army controls the truth.

Rogge has organized the most elite warriors of the elves into a standing army of 800 people, including 200 killers of the Dark Moon Tribe. Two hundred elf archers, two hundred swordsmen, two hundred elf knights, and ten magicians were selected from other tribes. This elf troop was forced by Rogge on its way north, and everyone's hands were covered in blood.

Almost all adult elves are warriors. Rogge made a rough estimate and found that in an emergency, there would be five thousand elven warriors at his disposal. This is a very terrifying force, but many of the elves' bad habits in warfare still need to be changed. Except for the eight hundred blood-stained elves, Rogge did not trust the combat effectiveness of ordinary elf warriors.

Fatty accumulated a wealth of leadership and 'combat' experience while commanding the Dragon and Beauty Knights. At the same time, he also learned enough lessons from the large amounts of blood shed by the Dragon and Beauty Knights. Now surrounded by small human nations, Rogge has the confidence to cause trouble with just these 800 elf warriors. At least, in this army that gathered all the elites of the four elven tribes, there were at least a hundred elves equivalent to the level of the Golden Lion Knights.

At this meeting of elders, Rogge's biggest gain was that he gained full power in war, and could mobilize the power of all elf warriors at will without going through the meeting of elders. This power is terrifying, but he also knows that with greater power comes greater responsibility. Hughes' cold eyes seemed to be watching behind him all the time.

Hughes and Rogge made it very clear that Fatty can pre-request in the elves. This includes any elf including Fengdie. If Rogge takes a fancy to him, he will help Rogge. But the condition is that Rogge must do his best to plan for the entire elves, so that the elves can get out of the predicament that has been in vain for thousands of years.

Roger didn't like being manipulated, very much. But Hughes's conditions are really tempting, and if you think about it carefully, this request is actually not too much. After thinking about it, the fat man felt that it was still possible to seek wealth together with the elves. It’s just that the ancient books say it well, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different. Fatty is a human race. Although he is the envoy of the elves, there is no guarantee that the arrogant elves will not cross the river and burn the bridge one day. He has been trying to find a magic like soul contract in the black crystal, which can turn all elves into his slaves. Unfortunately, manipulating souls is more difficult than manipulating time and space. He has tried it several times. After that, Fatty had to give up this unrealistic goal.

But the next best thing is to find a way to subdue this sinister old guy, Hughes. This matter requires long-term consideration and cannot be rushed. Without Androni, he couldn't kill a level 16 killer without anyone noticing.

When he was in charge of Sellersburg, although he had a few bad friends to share his worries, several noble young men were exhausted to death just to take care of the food, clothing, housing and transportation for less than a thousand people. Now the elf city 'City of Oracle' is more than ten times larger, and it does not have the advantage of Sellersburg being able to communicate with other places in the Principality of Bavaria. This hard work has really exhausted Rogge.

If a city wants to develop, food and equipment are essential. The elves are proficient in natural magic, so they don't have to worry about food for the time being. But if you want to protect yourself, it’s crucial to be well-equipped.

Rogge assigned five hundred elves to explore the mineral veins. At the same time, scout the nearby terrain to detect whether there are any ferocious monsters living nearby.

He immediately established a magic laboratory and drove a dozen magicians from the elves into it to study the magic of using the magic of ancient elven trees for large-scale attack and defense. This is crucial in war.

As for the three elf alchemists, two were responsible for making high-quality magic equipment, while the other one was forced by Rogge to change his job to become a pharmacist.

The first thing this poor elf pharmacist wanted to study was poison, the most poisonous and powerful kind. This is certainly not in line with the rules of the elves, but Rogge told him that this was Shiloh's will. As for why God studies poison, that's not something elves like them should know. As a believer, the poor elf pharmacist only needs to obey him as the divine messenger. Elves are naturally sensitive to plants, which is a big advantage when refining poisons. Rogge didn't expect this elf alchemist to be able to reach Froya's level, but it would be nice as long as he could develop some potions that were easy to produce and suitable for large-scale use.

In terms of studying magic, Rogge originally set his sights on three elf priests. Their magic power is not weak, and being immersed in divine magic for a long time will definitely be a good help. Unexpectedly, Fatty's proposal for the next step in magic research was simply rejected by Zhaoye. The arrogant female elf priest pointed out to the fat man that they were serving the great god Shiloh, not doing boring magic research. The priests spent their precious time praying and studying the teachings of Shiloh.

These words made Rogge blush. He wanted to say that he, the divine envoy, was more qualified to hide in a quiet room and nag to God Helo. Later, I realized that this divine messenger was also a fake, so I had to give up.

Rogge's appearance is mediocre, and he is simply ugly among the elves where everyone is beautiful. The elves disliked ugliness but preferred beauty, and the priests were accustomed to being arrogant, so Zhaoye looked at Rogge with a look of disgust.

Rogge smiled and stared viciously at the beautiful Zhao Ye. He wanted to grab her beautiful pointed ears and twist them hard to hear her painful moans. He wanted to see how long these arrogant and beautiful priests could fight with him. Before leaving, he took another hard look at Zhaoye's graceful and plump curves, undulating breasts and perky buttocks, and secretly had countless sexual thoughts in his mind.

Rogge is an expert in weapons and equipment. He rigidly stipulated that from now on, all elves' armors would not be allowed to have any decorations unless they were used for magic symbols. The armor of all ordinary elf warriors is uniform in format. Only elf warriors who have reached level ten or above are eligible to make minor modifications to their armor according to the characteristics of their martial arts. As soon as this rule came out, the elves who loved beauty immediately complained. But Fatty had the full support of the Presbyterian Church and would not listen to any objections.

This rule, widely reviled by the elves, soon showed its effect. The light breastplate that once required seven elven craftsmen to work for ten days now only requires three craftsmen to work for five days. Fatty's plan is to arm all the elf warriors to the teeth. The quality of equipment is directly related to the combat effectiveness of warriors, especially low-level warriors. The elves have excellent equipment, but the biggest problem in the past was that they could not be mass-produced. Each elf's equipment was different. Although it was beautiful, it was of little benefit to the overall combat effectiveness.

What Fatty is also worried about is the low fertility of the elves. This means that after the loss of soldiers, it is difficult to replace them. With fourteen thousand elves, this community is really too small. Because of this, Rogge must cherish every elf warrior in his hand, and use sophisticated equipment as much as possible to give the elf warriors a better chance of survival.

Rogge improved the elves' war efficiency, but single-handedly destroyed their elegance. But elegance is definitely not something Rogge considers. In his opinion, the elegance of the elves, apart from improving the value of works of art, is completely useless waste.

What worries him even more is the huge value of the entire elves. The value of 14,000 elven slaves would excite the monarch of any country. Therefore, it is conceivable that once they come into contact with human countries, the elves will definitely have several fierce battles to fight. Not only must we win, we must also beat up the invading enemy, so that we can ensure peace for a period of time in the future.

Rogge has now gradually come up with ideas for the future. What he has to do now is to put this huge idea into practice step by step. During this period of time, the fat man took care of the food, drink, and toilet of the elves, working day and night, and almost lost weight.

Only now did Rogge understand how difficult it is to be in the upper position. I am already so tired from managing more than ten thousand elves. How did those who manage a city and a country get here? It was in this position that Rogge really gained some understanding of Ofiloch's life, and he truly understood that being an invincible commander was far more difficult than being an invincible knight.

After a busy month, Oracle City is finally on track. Everything still satisfied Rogge. The only thing that made him unhappy was that the depth of the relationship between Rumsfeld and Fengdie was obviously beyond his expectation. Rogge tried all his threats and inducements, but the stunning Fengdie remained unmoved. They did not disobey Rogge's orders, but Rogge had no way to explicitly ask Rumsfeld to die.

Rumsfeld is a fourteenth-level elf swordsman. Without Androni, it would be impossible for Rogge to kill him alone. It is really not an easy task to send a level 14 elf swordsman to die when performing a mission. This incident made Rogge very troubled. But there are no powerful magical beasts nearby, nor are there any large orc tribes. Even if there were, it wouldn't be the fat man who showed up first.

Rogge once sent Rumsfeld with ten elf warriors to conduct reconnaissance in that deserted place. Then he called to the police, asking her to secretly kill this small group of elves. According to Rogge's estimation, ***'s original strength is no less than a fifteenth-level warrior, and now he has the benefits of two angels, as well as bone dragons, flame bone demons and many subordinates to help him. The group of elves were taken care of without anyone noticing.

However, *** did not come, only Gregory came. The bone dragon only poked out a huge skull and said:

"The master said it, but she refused!"

The depressed fat man had no other choice but to use the power in his hands to move Rumsfeld far away from Fengdie. Although he said that he had the full support of the Presbyterian Church, he also knew that things could not go too far. It would be troublesome if Rumsfeld got caught and asked for a duel. The leader would definitely ignore this kind of thing. The Flame Bone Demon and Grigory together could deal with this annoying elf, but Rogge was not sure whether the leader was willing to let him go. It seemed that the gleaming red sword in Rumsfeld's hand was a high-grade magic sword. Although the fat man was as thick as a monster, he did not have the confidence to compete with this magic sword.

Without the Armor Reincarnation and Battle Ax Soul Binding, Rogge would never challenge any warrior in a one-on-one battle. But fortunately, it seems that Fengdie didn't tell Rumsfeld that he teased her that day. The shy Fengdie must have found it difficult to talk about this matter, right? Rogge smiled sinisterly while reminiscing about Fengdie's exquisite touch.

During this period, Fatty used his authority to get himself a very beautiful dark green full-body armor. The craftsmanship of the elves is well-deserved. Although the protective power of this full-body armor is far inferior to that of Samsara, it can only be said to be the craftsmanship of a master since it can achieve this level without using any special materials. What made all the elves even more angry was that Rogge actually asked the Sara tribe to make a full set of extremely gorgeous decorations for his armor!

But Rogge was so powerful that he ignored these objections.

Finally, everything in Oracle City is back on track. After Rogge explained everything to the elf elders that day, he finally took the first step to implement his huge idea:

Go to the human world.

In fact, Fatty's huge idea can be summed up in four words: adapt to circumstances.

I must add four more words, that is fishing in troubled waters.

If he still wants to add more, this is what he is best at: following the trend and fighting for power.

As a magician, Rogge must bring a bodyguard, and of course Feng Die is indispensable. In addition to being able to take the opportunity to tease her on the road, Fengdie has become a level 14 warrior after not seeing her for many days, and is definitely an excellent guard. From any angle, this stunning little elf beauty should be kept by your side.

As for Rumsfeld, he brought a team of elven warriors to escort the elven smelting experts eastward to explore for minerals in the mountains. Rogge pointed on the map and it was five hundred kilometers. Even if the elves are proficient in natural magic and are absolutely efficient in detecting the earth's veins, in such a vast area, the mine cannot be fully explored in less than a month.

After using his power to match Rumsfeld in disguise, Rogge felt a lot of bad breath and set off on the road with peace of mind.

These days, the Elf Griffin Knights have discovered through reconnaissance that there is a small human city, Say, not far from the other side of the mountain. From a distance, the small town doesn't look that big, with a population of more than 10,000. There is no strong city defense, but a castle is built on the hill beside the city. From a distance, knights have been seen coming in and out. There was a small barracks in front of the castle, and only a few people came in and out. According to the judgment of the Elf Griffin Knights, the training of these soldiers is not sufficient.

Based on the elves' descriptions, Rogge initially estimated that there could be at most a dozen knights and less than a hundred infantry in the castle. It seems that this is the fiefdom of some earl, and it is not very successful.

Fatty thought about it briefly and felt that this would be a very good goal. Due to the severe cold climate, the small northern countries are all sparsely populated. Although individual warriors are strong, their numbers are insufficient and their strength is ultimately limited. What's more, the personal combat effectiveness of the eight hundred elf warriors in Rogge's hands is far stronger than that of the militias in these border areas. As for how to subdue those little nobles, Rogge has a good idea.

These four words, adaptability to adaptability, are not something that just anyone can say.

The fat man carried a bag of jewelry that he had plundered from the elves' treasure house, took Fengdie and five twelfth-level elven guardian warriors with him, and asked the 800 elven warriors to stand by in the mountains. All life-saving measures were prepared, and Rogge set off for the human territory.

Sai City is a plain, monotonous and boring town. During the five-month winter every year, the two most popular things for residents of the small town to do to occupy their time are drinking and sleeping at home. Occasionally young people would get into fights over girls, and it would become a big deal in the whole town. The people of the Northern Kingdom are generous and generous. Even if they get bruised and swollen during the day and have a few glasses of strong drinks at night, they will be reconciled as before.

Sai City is close to the Central Mountains. It has no special products, is not rich, and will not go hungry in the winter. The old lord, Count Luck, was very generous to the people in the small town. He lived a simple life and did not pay attention to ostentation. He only had a dozen knights under his command, and his role was to defend against thieves who never appeared. As for the 200 infantrymen, they usually work as farmers and woodcutters, and they are trained intensively during leisure time.

It's winter now, and Sayi City is very quiet and comfortable. Although the sun has risen high, there are still few people on the street.

A group of travelers broke the peace of the small town. In this season, there were very few visitors and business trips. There are seven people in this group of travelers, and they are all wearing a luxurious black cloak. They are a fat man with a kind face. The remaining six seemed to be his followers, all wearing beautiful dark green cloaks, their faces hidden in deep cloak hats.

This group of mysterious travelers immediately attracted the attention of the residents of the small town.

This group of people went straight to the largest tavern in the town and sat down. The fat man's followers took off their hats, which immediately caused a commotion in the tavern. Although the specially-made helmet blocks the ears of the elves, it cannot hide their beauty. Only Feng Die wore a half-face helmet, which covered most of his face, but the exposed mouth and chin were still breathtakingly beautiful.

The owner of the tavern also ran out. He looked at the imposing manner of this group of people, and it was obvious that he was a big shot, so he asked the maid to get the best wine and ran over diligently.

"My lord, is this your first time in Sai City? Then you must try the whiskey brewed by the shop. It has been hidden in the wine cellar for twenty years!"

Rogge smiled and said: "Okay, let's get five bottles first. Make some good dishes if there are any, but they must be light."

When he heard it was five bottles, the boss immediately burst into laughter. He hurriedly ordered the maid to get the wine, fearing that Rogge would regret it. Then he came over with a charming smile and asked: "Sir, judging from your aura, you must be a noble! Why did you come to our city of Sayi during this season? We don't have any specialties here, and it's not an important transportation road? "

"I'm just an adventurer. I got news that someone is performing an evil ritual nearby to summon an ancient demon. So I came over to take a look."

The tavern was now packed with people, and there was a lot of discussion after hearing Rogge's words. "Someone's going to summon a demon? Oh my god!"

"What kind of demon will it kill us?"

"I heard that the devil wants to sacrifice children!"

A loud voice suddenly sounded: "It's just a rumor! Don't be so panicked!"

A tall young man stood out from the crowd and stood in front of Rogge and others. He was quite imposing, with an arrogant look on his face.

"My name is Ketu, and I am the warrior captain under Earl Lek. My lord, although you are a guest from afar, I still want to ask you to pay attention to your words and deeds! Someone summoned a demon in Sayi City, and this is by no means a trivial matter! Do you have any evidence? If you can't convince me, then come to the military camp with me and explain! The crime of spreading rumors and confusing the public is punishable by thirty lashes! You followers also have to go together!"

While Ketu tried his best to pretend to be dignified, his eyes could not help but secretly glance at a few female elf warriors. Obviously, he was more concerned about these elves following him.

Rogge smiled and whispered to Feng Die, pretending not to see Ketu at all.

A voice from the surrounding crowd shouted: "Ketu! Put away your tricks! It seems that this gentleman is a big shot. If you offend him, your brother who is a knight may not be able to protect you. ah!"

Ketu was squeezed by the man and immediately couldn't get off the stage. He suddenly pulled out his dagger, stuck it on the table in front of Rogge, and shouted: "I said, you people are very suspicious and come with me! I am a fifth-level swordsman, don't give me any wrong ideas! ***, are you deaf, fat pig?"

Feng Die raised her slender hand, but Rogge pressed it down and touched her little hand a few times. This advantageous situation always has to be taken advantage of.

Rogge stretched out his left hand and said with a smile: "It turns out that you have already cultivated to the fifth level of Dou Qi. How disrespectful. Look, is there anything strange about my hand?"

The fat man's hand moved slowly in the air.

Ketu looked left and right, and couldn't see anything different about the fat man's hand except that it had a little more flesh.

But he knew it right away.

A ball of dazzling electric light lit up in Rogge's hand. The people in the tavern's eyes went white and they could not see anything clearly. Then they heard Ketu scream, and then a burning smell filled the air. The whole pub.

When everyone's eyesight recovered, Ketu's upper body was scorched black and he fell to the ground.

I don't know who suddenly shouted: "It's magic! He is a magician!"

The tavern immediately became excited!

To ordinary people, magicians are extremely powerful and mysterious figures. In the hundreds of years of history of Sai City, only ten magicians have come here. People in the tavern were pushing each other, vying to get to the front to see the traces of magic and the real magician. People were extremely excited, and many of them were already thinking about how to brag to their wives or lovers. Magician! What is the concept of a magician? Think about it, Ketu has been running rampant in Sayi City, but he was knocked unconscious by this magician with just one spell!

Many people are already regretting that they didn't see clearly how Rogge used magic. The owner of the tavern was so happy that he almost fainted. He had decided to change the sign of the tavern to 'The Tavern Where the Magician Stayed'.

Fatty is very satisfied with the effect. He picked up the wine glass and poured the wine with ice cubes on Ketu's head.

"Ah no!" Ketu shuddered and woke up. Soon, he knew what had just happened from the loud comments of the people around him.

He jumped up swaying, pointed at Rogge and said tremblingly: "Don't think that because you are a magician, I am afraid of you! You have the skills! Just wait, my brother is the most powerful knight under Count Luck, and he has the ability. Don’t leave!”

The fat man asked with a holy smile, "Is your brother a seventh-level knight?"

"He is an eighth-level knight! Hehe, it's too late for you to regret it now. I want you to know the price of offending me, Ketu!" After that, Ketu, who was covered in charred black, rushed out of the tavern.

Rogge laughed dumbly and left De Ketu. He asked the tavern owner for disturbing everyone's drinking fun. I paid all the bills here today! "

The tavern was filled with cheers. Soon, the fat man got along with these people. After having a good time and drinking, these bold northern men all regarded the unassuming fat magician as a good friend. Although Ketu is considered a local tyrant, when a northern man gets drunk, he will be ignored by all the top ten magicians and Pope Sword Masters, let alone this little Ketu

After a while, the fat man began to call everyone brothers. Feng Die and several female elf guardian warriors could not stand the smoky environment and had already hid in a table in the corner.

The fat man was in high spirits, with one foot on the stool and fistfighting with a big man. The two of them were drunk and red-faced, and the fight for wine was reaching a critical juncture.

In fact, Rogge's ears were perked up and he was paying attention to the movements outside the tavern. Suddenly, strangely, he felt that Feng Die was afraid of something and was desperately asking him for help.

In such a small town, what could make Feng Die so scared? !

Rogge looked at Feng Die in the corner, suddenly his whole body was shaken and he froze there.

At some point, a woman in a gray robe with mirror-straight black hair sat at an empty table in the corner of the tavern. She was looking at Fengdie quietly.

Feng Die's lips exposed outside the helmet have turned light gray, thin beads of sweat seeped out from the tip of her nose, and her slender fingertips were trembling slightly! Rogge clearly felt her helplessness and panic, just like a frog being stared at by a snake.

The other female elf guardian warriors were like mummies, their faces pale, and fear had completely taken away control of their bodies.

As if sensing Rogge's gaze, the woman turned her head.

That woman as beautiful as a dream!

Those are the silver eyes in Rogge's dream...

Rogge's mouth suddenly felt extremely dry, his vision went dark, and he felt like the world was spinning.

Is all this a dream

Rogge's dizziness lasted only a moment, but the woman was gone. Rogge only remembered that on the gray robe on her chest, there was a headless angel with wings on its back.

Rogge vaguely remembered that he seemed to have seen a similar woman on the day when Elesis and Ofiloch were made into statues.

Rogge looked at Fengdie again and found that they were completely exhausted. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)