To the north of the Holy Alliance, the Asrosk Empire is already a desolate world filled with white. w_w_w.q_u_a_n_b_e_n.c_o_m
This is a vast and uninhabited wasteland. In this season when snow covers the earth, not even a bird can be seen in the sky. Strong gale winds are constantly whistling across the wilderness, carrying fine sand and gravel with them, mercilessly washing away the rocks and dead trees in the wilderness.
But now, there is a small black spot high in the sky crossing the sky at an unimaginable height and disappearing among the clouds in the north.
This is a dark brown falcon with three eyes on its forehead. The middle eye is light cyan and is constantly shining with the light of magic. It flapped its wings a few times at a height that ordinary birds could not reach, and then folded its wings tightly, piercing the faint clouds in the sky like an arrow, and flew away.
In the distance, a very high and steep snow peak appeared at the end of the wilderness. It is like an extremely huge stalagmite, piercing the clouds in the sky.
The clouds around the snow peak are like a large whirlpool, rotating very slowly around the snow peak, with a radius of more than a hundred miles! The center of the cloud vortex slowly sank and sank, finally covering half of the snow-capped peaks.
In front of this vision of heaven and earth, anyone will feel fear.
The demon falcon penetrated the clouds lightly, and only when it was about to hit the knife-cut rock wall of the snow peak did it turn upward and fly up against the rock wall.
Gradually, on the top of the snow peak, a magnificent castle with an ancient and strange shape appeared.
The demon falcon penetrated the window of a tall tower, landed on an ancient magic altar, and spit out an earthy-yellow bead. In a puff of smoke, the Demonic Falcon slowly transformed into a middle-aged man with a blue face. He bowed extremely respectfully, slowly exited the room through a small door, and carefully closed the door.
A dozen old men stood around the altar, concentrating on reading the information recorded in the magic beads.
After a long time, a burly old man in the middle finally spoke. His voice was long and beautiful, as if coming from a very far away sky.
"Wise elders, what do you think about this?"
"He is a dangerous man..."
"His path has nothing in common with that of a druid..."
"He is very young, but his strength is already quite high..."
"He will continue to grow...".
"Behind his power, there seems to be a shadow, which is even more terrifying..."
"He is the embodiment of conspiracy and deception..."
The old man in the middle nodded. His white robe was decorated with snowfields, mountains and thick clouds that seemed to come alive with his movements. Heavy snow began to fly on the snowfields, and thick clouds rolled among the mountains.
There was a cold wind blowing in outside the window, and his white beard, which was several feet long, trembled.
"Elders, it can be concluded that he is a very dangerous person to us. Is it possible for him to join our side?"
The elders were silent for a while, and after a while, only four elders spoke.
"We have taken over the entire forest..."
"He is still a growing little tree..."
"Nature is balanced, and the number of trees a forest can grow is limited..."
"His growth must come at the expense of the death of other ancient trees..."
The old man in the middle concluded:
"Then the conclusion is that this little tree can no longer grow in this forest."
The elders looked at each other, and an old man replied with a voice full of wisdom: "That's exactly it, respected Lord Fury of the Sky!"
"So"
The melodious voice of the sky's fury has the flavor of chilling wind and snow
"This decision will be implemented immediately..."
The elders all exited the room, leaving only Sky's Wrath. He stood in front of the altar and meditated for a long time, until the sky outside the window had darkened, and then he clapped his hands gently.
The door opened, and a girl in a white robe walked in. Her eyes were deep blue, with no trace of warmth in them, and even her voice was as cold as ice.
"Wise Lord Sky Fury, what are your orders?"
"Is Frey out yet?"
"Yes. Lord Frey has already headed to the Principality of Are with his troops. He is expected to arrive in five days."
The Fury of the Sky nodded silently. He slowly walked to the window and looked out the window at the terrifying and endless cloud vortex. This high tower is the tallest building in the entire castle. Looking out from here, the clouds are all under your feet, like a dark gray sea. From time to time, ferocious faces up to tens of meters long emerge from the clouds, then disappear again.
The girl stood quietly, like a statue. When she stands still, if you don't pay attention, you might really think of her as a white jade statue. Because she didn't have any emotional fluctuations at all, and she didn't have any warmth on her body. The beautiful face shone with the luster of jade, smooth and cold, and the two shallow scars on the left cheek seemed to have been chiseled.
There is no emotion in her eyes. If you look closely, you will find that there are thick clouds, lightning and thunder in those eyes!
I don’t know how long it took, but the old man and the girl turned into two stone statues...
The Fury of the Sky finally spoke, "It's really surprising that you can come out of the Bingfang Wind so quickly!"
The girl remained as motionless as a lifeless stone statue.
The Fury of the Sky seemed to have known this would happen for a long time. He didn't wait for the girl's answer and just sighed.
There seemed to be countless strong winds whistling in the sighs.
"I know your wish... you go too!"
The girl finally felt a little alive. She bowed deeply to the old man, and then slowly exited the room as if she were gliding on ice.
The afternoon tea party specially prepared by Grand Duke Tiklik for Rogge met with rare sunny weather. The Grand Duke's three sons and six daughters all attended the tea party, as did the most powerful nobles and ladies of the Principality. Of course, the court magician Gnavara is indispensable among them.
In the minds of all the great nobles, the elderly court magician has never dressed up so much like a regular magician in recent years. He did not put on his favorite black cloak embroidered with gold, but instead put on a cloak decorated with a circle of magic symbols, and held a beautifully carved magic wand. Some great nobles who have practiced magic slightly can sense the faint magic fluctuations radiating from his magic cloak and luxurious cane. It can be seen that these are genuine magic equipment, not just clothes and accessories for decoration.
Rogge was still wearing a dark green cloak. After handing the cloak to the waiter, he revealed a breastplate that displayed the elves' outstanding craftsmanship and artistic beauty. The flower branches decorated on the breastplate seemed to be alive. This breastplate was personally customized for Rogge by the art masters of the Sala tribe with incomparable beauty and craftsmanship. They fully considered Rogge's appearance and body shape, and cleverly deceived him with a combination of lines, colors and patterns. caught everyone's eyes. Now, with the fat man's bloated figure, he looks smart, capable and heroic after wearing this breastplate.
The rose branches decorated on the breastplate are made of purple gold and are very delicate and delicate. After the magic blessing, a faint light slowly flows through the flower branches. In the center of the flower branch is a beautiful double-axe one-handed elven battle ax embossed.
The knowledgeable nobles all looked with surprise and envy. The artistic value of this breastplate alone was enough to buy the territory of a small noble. The gazes of the noble ladies were extremely intense. Even the daughters of Grand Duke Tikrik, whether married or unmarried, were openly looking at Rogge.
Now no one can doubt how rich a great magician can be.
Seeing Rogge wearing a full-steel breastplate, Gnavala was first surprised and then ecstatic. The hindrance of metal to magic effects is common sense that every magic apprentice will know. In order to show off his wealth, Rogge even wore a full steel breastplate! Although Gnavara had to admit that he could not afford such an expensive magic breastplate, in magic battles, armor worth tens of thousands of gold coins was not as practical as a magic scroll worth several hundred gold coins. If it weren't for the fact that Rogge's magic power was tested with a magic crystal to the eleventh level, Gnavala would never have believed that he was a magician. He had never heard of any magician wearing one. Full steel breastplate. Although the breastplate seems to have enhanced protection against magic, this protection cannot make up for the loss of being unable to release magic.
"No matter what, it seems that my luck is still so good!" Gnavara thought with a smile.
When he saw that Rogge didn't have any elf guards with him, he smiled even more cheerfully.
What a wonderful afternoon tea party. All the people, Grand Duke Tikrik, Dan Luo and Carlos, and the two magicians, were so pleasant.
Gnavara simply couldn't wait. It was as if he had returned to the time when he was young and challenged Warcraft with adventurers. The battles at that time were thrilling but the victory was certain, just like this time. But he is a palace magician with status, which is different from a magician like Rogge who has an unknown origin and is obviously half-full. It is not easy for him to directly challenge Rogge. He needs an excuse and a reason. But Gnavala was not worried, he knew that Dan Luo would arrange all this.
Finally, just when he was about to lose his patience, a countess finally began to ask Rogge about his glorious deeds of sealing demons. Rogge answered her questions politely, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Adele, the most beautiful daughter of Grand Duke Tiklik. Adele also secretly looked at Rogge intentionally or unintentionally, with a proud and reserved smile on her lips.
After briefly describing the thrilling experience of sealing the demon for an unknown number of times, Rogge finally satisfied the countess' curiosity. But trouble soon ensued.
"Lord Rogge, who has stronger magic power, yours or Master Gnavala? It must be you, you have sealed the ancient demon!" A mature and gorgeous lady asked eagerly.
This is such an obvious provocation, but Gnavara has waited so hard for this opportunity, so why is he willing to let it go
"Lord Rogge, I am also a magician. I would like to take the liberty to ask, is it really the ancient demon you sealed?" Gnawala asked rudely.
The tea room fell silent for a moment. Gnavara's words were tantamount to calling Rogge a liar! In high society, this was an invitation to a duel. Except for Tikrik, everyone is now eagerly looking forward to a grand magical showdown. It's just that the Grand Duke finally had two magicians, and he didn't want to hurt any of them. That would be a huge loss to the Principality of Arei.
Before he could stand up to stop him, Rogge had already replied coldly: "Master Gnawara, are you accusing me of being a liar? I have deceived all the noble gentlemen and ladies here? I have deceived the beautiful Miss Adele?"
Adele shouted and covered her mouth with her fan. Her eyes shone with excitement and pride.
Gnavala said arrogantly: "I only know that it is a fact that every magic apprentice knows that you cannot wear metal armor. I only know that the power of ancient demons is beyond the imagination of ordinary people! Although I am the same as you, They are both level 11 magicians, but I have to say that the ancient demon's personal servant can easily defeat me! I wonder what method you used to seal the ancient demon? It seems that apart from you and the elves under you, there is no one Have people seen how you sealed the devil? Maybe your performance can deceive many people. After all, not many people understand the mysteries of magic, but it is unfortunate! My forty years of magic career has given me some wisdom and vision, so that I can I can see the truth behind these gorgeous appearances."
The nobles began to discuss quietly. Tikrik also had a solemn expression on his face. After all, it is common sense that magicians cannot wear metal armor. Knowing this does not mean you have to become a magic apprentice. Moreover, Gnavala and Rogge are magicians of the same level. If the demon's slaves can defeat Gnavala, then Rogge will never be able to seal the ancient demon itself.
"The world of magic is deep and vast. Although you have become a court mage, it is obvious that you have not yet understood this. The glory and wealth not only weakened your magic power, but also seemed to damage your wisdom. Since you asked If you have doubts, then I am happy to let you know what the eleventh level of magic can do. Can I understand your doubts just now as a challenge?" Rogge replied coldly.
"That's my pleasure!" Gnavara replied coldly.
Soon, a group of nobles came to the military exercise field on the edge of the palace city. All the nobles hid on the high platform and watched the battle from a distance. A large-scale magic shield is a very luxurious thing. To protect such a large group of nobles, even Froya may not be able to do it, let alone the two second-rate magicians Gnavara and Rogge. . So although everyone wanted to watch the magic showdown they had only seen in their lives, being involved in magic was no joke, so they all stayed on a relatively safe high platform.
Rogge and Gnavara were fifty meters apart, waiting quietly for the etiquette officer to announce the start of the duel. Rogge's sharp eyes had already discovered that Gnavala secretly held two magic scrolls in his hand, and the magic wand also stored ready-made magic.
Rogge neither used the magic wand nor took off his breastplate. Gnavara was overjoyed and thought only: "You are seeking death on your own, but you can't blame me!"
"I declare that the duel... begins!" The high-pitched voice of the etiquette officer echoed in the square.
As soon as the etiquette officer finished speaking, Gnavalla paused his magic wand, the magic stored in it immediately activated, and a faint magic light shrouded his whole body. This is a low-level spell 'Magic Absorption', which can deal with most fast-moving small attack magic. It is the most orthodox tactic for magicians to fight. Subsequently, Gnavala, who had been blessed with protective magic, once again activated two magic scrolls, blessing himself with masks to defend against evil and ghosts respectively. Only then did he chant the spell with confidence and began to prepare a large-scale attack magic.
The ghost mask can enhance the magician's dodge against magic damage and physical damage, which is also one of the absolutely orthodox magic tactics. But why should we use Defense Against Evil? Rogge thought for a moment and understood that Gnawara wanted to summon a powerful evil creature. Powerful summoned creatures are unwilling to be controlled, and some will directly attack creatures within sight. There is no doubt that the summoner himself is the one closest to these evil creatures. This magic can make the summoned evil creatures completely ignore the existence of the summoning mage.
The fat man smiled evilly. Since he had summoned evil creatures, it would be logical for him to release either Gregory or the Flame Bone Demon, right? How could something summoned by an eleventh-level mage be stronger than these two vicious men
He waited patiently, only to be surprised.
As the Gnawara spell was completed, a purple-black pillar of fire rose into the sky at Rogge's feet and completely enveloped him.
Carlos exclaimed in the stands and stood up nervously!
"Dark magic?" The fat man was quite surprised. Practicing dark magic has a huge impact on a magician's reputation! After thinking about it, he understood that Gnavalla must have deceived the Principality of Are into having no magic culture and that no one could see the difference between magics, so he practiced and used powerful dark magic without any taboos. .
However, although this dark flame pillar is powerful, it is useless to Rogge. Fatty's strong mental power already gave him high magic resistance. After swallowing the green dragon blood crystal, his magic resistance was even enhanced. The fat man sighed to himself, what kind of magic could he not use? He had to use dark magic? In terms of understanding of dark magic, how can Gnavalla compare with Rogge who has learned the magic of Elesis, the princess of the demon world? In addition to his lack of magic power, Rogge is already familiar with controlling the black flames of the demon world. It's just that what he and Gnawala can control are the most basic dark fires. Compared with Elesis's Underworld Flame, although the appearance is the same, the power is far behind.
At the moment, Roger stood there motionless. A layer of faint black flames appeared around him, blocking Gnawara's dark flame pillar from the outside. However, no one could tell that there was actually another layer of magic flame barrier inside the blazing pillar of dark flames.
"Hahahaha!" Gnavara laughed wildly with pride. He didn't expect that Rogge would be so useless. Even the strongest knight in the principality couldn't survive for a few seconds if he was directly burned by the dark flame pillar. Rogge must have been turned to ashes long ago after staying in it for so long. He felt a little sad for Rogge's breastplate now, hoping that it could withstand the burning of the dark flames.
The flame pillar dissipated, and Rogge stood there with a smile, without even a single head injury.
Gnavara's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"How can a shallow person like you understand the secret of magic?" Rogge smiled faintly and waved his hand, and five purple-black magic missiles flew towards Gnawara.
"Magic absorption can be dealt with!" Seeing Rogge releasing magic with a wave of his hand, Gnavala was suddenly frightened and broke into a cold sweat. When he saw that it was a magic missile, he felt relieved and began to prepare a second powerful magic.
Magic absorption can deal with ordinary magic missiles, but it just can't deal with Rogg's magic missiles mixed with the black flames of the demon world. The fat man had already calculated the absorption limit of the magic cast by Gnavala.
After blocking four magic missiles, in Gnavara's horrified eyes, the light of the magic shield flashed for a few times and then disappeared.
The fifth magic missile hit Gnawara's face exactly. After the small explosion, a burning smell filled the air. Gnavara screamed and fell to the ground.
He twitched for a long time before struggling to get up. Now it was Dan Luo's turn to scream in surprise.
Gnavara's face was charred, and a thin line of blood flowed from his left eye. He was obviously blind. He endured the severe pain and stood up tremblingly. His intact right eye was blood red and he stared at Rogge. The anger of losing his left eye almost made him completely lose his mind!
"I have to admit, your despicability is beyond my imagination! But... it's not over yet!" He screamed. Yes, it's not over yet, he has one last trick! As long as he kills Rogge now, who cares if his reputation will be ruined in the future? As both level 11 magicians, Rogge would definitely not be able to deal with his last move!
Gnavara grinned ferociously and crushed the crystal skull on the staff in his arms.
Amidst the exclamations of countless nobles, a gate to another world made of bones and flames appeared in the square. The four-meter-tall skeleton lord, with flames burning all over his body, the most powerful among undead creatures, emerged from the gate to another world. Stepped out. It has a huge monster skull with four huge curved horns twisting around it. The two-inch-thick iron armor has an ancient and majestic shape and is covered with rust and scratches. A three-meter-long giant sword was slanted on its shoulder, and the blade was covered with chips and rust.
Rogge's heart skipped a beat. He never thought that Gnavala actually had a magic item that could summon the Skeleton Lord. He originally wanted to defeat the summoned creature of Gnawala magnificently, but against the Skeleton Lord, who was no weaker than the Flame Bone Demon, he had to use all the dungeons to win. The Skeleton Lord is definitely different from ordinary creatures that can be summoned by magicians using their own magic power. This is an evil existence that can only be summoned with special and powerful props!
Flames began to flash on the four huge horns on the skull lord's head, and the formidable two-handed giant sword was taken off his shoulders and pointed at Rogge.
Rogge had no choice, and silver light began to flash in his eyes. He blessed himself with Jiaqi, Dali and Stoneskin at lightning speed, preparing to fight a protracted battle with the Skeleton Lord.
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill everyone here! Hahahaha!" Gnavara shouted and laughed crazily!
The Skeleton Lord's realm of terror spread to the stands. The nobles of the principality were immediately in chaos. They were pushing and shoving and scrambling to escape from the stands! Several ladies and ladies were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, and then they were trampled by the panicked nobles, and screams of screams occurred one after another.
Suddenly, a faint wave filled the entire square. ***The clear, majestic voice that only Rogge could hear suddenly echoed in the square!
"In my name, the contract is terminated! In my name, I make you surrender!"
The air in the square seemed to have solidified, and fear like a violent wave pinned everyone to the ground. This is the pressure of the world. This pressure has completely dispelled the fear field of the Skeleton Lord and replaced it with a stronger fear that penetrates into the soul! All the nobles froze at this moment. They had completely lost control of their bodies and could not make any movements.
Only Rogge's face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The Skeleton Lord trembled, and the huge skeleton and the extremely thick armor kept colliding, making a deafening clang. The blood-red flames in its eye sockets flickered on and off. After jumping several times, it finally turned completely pale, and the burning flames around it also changed colors.
The Skeleton Lord's trembling stopped.
It turned around and cut the astonished Gnawara into two pieces with one strike of his sword! Afterwards, it did not return to the gate to another world, but entered the void.
The door to another world disappeared, the square became bright again, and the fearful storm that seemed to destroy everything suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Rogge looked up at the sky with a complicated expression on his face.
The pissed-off nobles have still not recovered from their fear, and they still maintain the posture of crowding and running away. Many of the ladies and ladies who fell to the ground had water stains on their long skirts, and some of the originally dignified gentlemen were also in a similar state of embarrassment.
Although the clouds are clear and the wind is clear, time still seems to be frozen in the previous moment.
Rogge suddenly let out a long breath and turned to face the nobles. There was strong confidence and calmness in his low, magnetic voice, which swept away all the fear and panic in the nobles' hearts.
"The devil has been subdued by me."
A moment of silence…
The nobles suddenly burst into cheers, and the joy of escaping death made many people cry uncontrollably. More nobles ran towards Rogge forgetfully, wanting to hug the man who saved them from the flames of hell.
Rogge smiled and extended his arms generously to greet the grateful people.
At this moment, the fat man was as bright and holy as an angel.
The extremely familiar voice of praise that only Rogge heard sounded again.
"It's so despicable! It's so shameless!"
The wordy Bone Dragon's praise was surprisingly concise this time. It howled twice and then hurried away.
Bone Dragon was worried.
Although it wanted to stay and continue watching the show, it was more anxious to return to its owner and pat the horses. This new competitor is very powerful. In order to ensure that his position is maintained, he must flatter him more frequently.
Late at night. The late winter night wind howled, driving all the pedestrians back to their warm beds.
Tiklik's luxurious harem was warm and cozy, and the dark red magic light made everything ambiguous. More than a dozen almost naked and beautiful dancers are stretching their arms, stretching their legs, swaying their hips and twisting their waists, dancing enthusiastically and indulgently. Their upper bodies were fully clothed, and they were painted with various beasts in bright oil paints, with several pieces of tassels barely blocking their hidden places. When it jumps, the golden tassels fly in all directions, and the mysterious scenery flashes away in front of more than a dozen pairs of fascinated eyes.
The people sitting around Tikrik at this moment were all the Duke's most favored cronies. After Gnawara's death, Rogge naturally took over the position of court magician. His status was high, so he sat closely next to Tikrik. This dinner gave Rogge a new understanding of the style of the Principality of Are. On this occasion, the daughters of Grand Duke Tiklik and the two marquises were actually present, and they were chatting and laughing happily.
Carlos's face was glowing and high-spirited.
The skeleton lord summoned by Gnawara even threatened Tikrik's life, so Danluo was also convicted and ordered by the Grand Duke Tikrik to stay in the house and not to leave the house. Although the Grand Duke has not officially announced that Dan Luo will be deprived of his qualifications as heir, the nobles with a keen sense of smell know that Carlos, with the support of the great magician Rogge, will become the heir to the throne only one day sooner or later.
From afternoon to evening, Carlos felt like he was parting from hell to heaven.
Marquis Hilley was also secretly glad that he had made the right bet. The old fox is deeply proud of his political acumen and foresight. Now it seems that the Hilley family can maintain its prosperity for at least twenty years.
This kind of atmosphere is the best time to do political deals.
Grand Duke Tikrik has never felt so happy in the past ten years. Rogge happily agreed to the request to take over as the Duke's court counselor. With a powerful magician like Rogge, he is no longer a small role that people can completely ignore in the Holy Alliance. The glorious era of the Tiklik family is about to appear in his hands!
In comparison, Rogge's interest in Luck's territory was too insignificant. Carlos had just proposed it on Rogge's behalf, but Tikrik agreed without thinking and ordered Xi Lai to handle it quickly. The size of the territory is one of the symbols of a noble's status. Rogge's territory covers thousands of square kilometers! But this piece of land was worthless in Tikrik's eyes. Except for Earl Lek's original small territory, it was all a large amount of mountainous land in the Central Mountains.
Carlos didn't quite understand this. Because of the steep terrain and numerous monsters, no one had ever explored that mountainous area, and there wasn't even a map. Why is Rogge so interested in this barren land? But no matter what, this reward sounds quite big, but it actually didn’t cost the principality a penny.
A feudal territory must have an identity, and Xi Lai was very thoughtful and had already considered this. He has chosen a family name with a long history, noble blood, and no descendants. At that time, as long as the Grand Duke signs the warrant, Rogge can inherit this surname, and it will be natural for him to receive a title and a fief.
The atmosphere of the banquet became more and more lively, and the dancers had beads of sweat on their bodies, and their movements became the most primitive provocation. Carlos raised his wine glass high and said loudly: "Let us drink a toast to the great magician Rogge for his great achievements in eradicating the demon summoner Gnawara!"
There was a roar of applause.
Roger stood up holding the wine glass and said with a smile: "Please allow me to dedicate this small honor to the most beautiful and noble Miss Adele!"
Adele exclaimed, covering her mouth and lowering her head shyly, her eyes watery, but she couldn't help but glance at Rogge...
At dawn, the banquet finally broke up. Rogge was temporarily living in the Carlos Mansion, so he was traveling in the same car with His Highness, who was already drunk.
The guards were exhausted and sleepy-eyed. There were more than a dozen guards on horseback, all swaying this way and that.
Rogge was also a little tired, but the dancers in the Grand Duke's Mansion were still very interesting. Of course, when the men started to party, Adele and several ladies quietly left.
Rogge suddenly felt that there seemed to be a hint of murderous aura in the air. The special training that the police had given him these days had an immediate effect. He immediately lost all sleepiness, and his mental power quickly spread to a radius of dozens of meters, searching for the source of the murderous aura.
This time it was not the undead that attacked, but a dozen assassins.
The assassins used powerful military hard crossbows! At such a close distance, the guards had no way to dodge. In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the guards fell to the ground screaming.
A robed and masked assassin climbed onto the roof. He chanted a spell, and a fireball as big as a bowl flew toward the carriage.
Luo Gexun searched the surroundings with his mental power and determined that except for this low-level magician, the other assassins were all ordinary warriors. This level of sneak attack and assassination was not something that Fatty would even consider. Seeing the fireball flying towards him, he casually set up a magic shield to protect the entire carriage.
After a wave of flames, the magician on the roof was surprised to see that the carriage was still intact! He was just about to cast the next spell, but found that all his muscles no longer obeyed his command, and he couldn't even move his tongue.
The magic of 'powerful paralysis' is not something that a low-level magician like him can resist.
Rogge then released a dozen enhanced magic missiles, one for each assassin. Screams were heard one after another. The guards who suffered heavy casualties took advantage of the painful moment when the assassins were hit by magic missiles, fought back hard, and cut down more than half of the assassins to the ground in the blink of an eye.
But the bravery of these assassins was unexpected. Even though they were seriously injured, they still fought to the death! Even if his hands and feet are cut off, he still has to struggle to bite the guard!
Rogge was a little surprised. Who do these people have such a deep hatred for
As Rogge released a second wave of more than a dozen magic missiles, the battle outside the carriage quickly ended. Rogge opened the door, got out of the carriage, and looked at the tragic battlefield. In a short period of time, only two of the dozen assassins were still alive, and only three of the dozen guards were still standing. There was blood, severed limbs, internal organs and heads all over the floor.
Rogge crouched down in front of a seriously wounded assassin. The assassin's hijab had been torn off by the guards. This was a middle-aged man with a black face and a bleeding eye tattooed on his forehead.
Rogge asked coldly: "Who are you, and why do you want to assassinate His Highness Carlos?"
The assassin said with difficulty but viciously: "We believers of the Eye of Wisdom... want to kill... you! Although we failed this time, but... but... we will not give up! Our god... the great Amo Luo will definitely resurrect and seal part of its body... But this can't stop it from resurrecting! It can't stop it from ruling... ruling the entire world... "
Rogge was stunned and asked: "Is your god really Amaro? How are you sure that Amaro really exists? Where is your headquarters?"
"The followers of the Eye of Wisdom...are as numerous as the stars in the sky! We know that you claim that you have sealed...Sealed Lord Amaro. But...although part of your body has been...sealed by you, we still have your eyes!" Sooner or later...sooner or later we will take your body back from you..."
The assassin had been dead for a long time before Rogge recovered from the shock. He didn't expect that a devil like Amaro actually existed in the story he made up casually. Looking at the ruthless behavior of this mysterious religion, the Amara worshiped must be a devil.
Rogge became interested in this religion of the Eye of Wisdom.
There were noisy voices in the distance, and soldiers who heard the warning came one after another.
Rogge turned to the guard captain and asked: "Are there any alive among these assassins?"
The guard captain looked embarrassed and replied: "Sir, there was another one who was seriously injured, but just... he committed suicide just now."
Rogge nodded and said there is still a living person on the roof, but he will be able to move in an hour, so you should be careful. If he also commits suicide, go with him! "
Don't worry! The villain is an expert in this area. Just for one night, I promise to make him talk! "
Rogge snorted and got into the carriage. Carlos was still hungover at this moment.
After returning to the mansion and instructing the maid to put Carlos to sleep, it was already daybreak. Rogge, who was exhausted, walked towards his room and happened to see Adjani coming out of Fengdie's room with tears on her face. The fat man smiled imperceptibly.
Rogge waved to Adjani. Adjani obviously hesitated, then lowered her head and followed Rogge pitifully toward his room.
Rogge glanced back, just in time to see Fengdie's pale face flash past the window. (QuanBen Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)