Blasphemy: 7Charm No. 1

North of the Holy Alliance, the Asrosk Empire is already a desolate world filled with white.

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 speed and disappearing into 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 high speed that ordinary birds could not match, 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 the face 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 distant 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 trickery..."

The old man in the center 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.

A cold wind blew in outside the window, and his several-foot-long white beard twitched.

"Elders, we can already conclude 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 occupied the entire forest..."

"He is still a growing tree..."

"Nature is balanced, and the number of trees a forest can grow is limited..."

"His growth must be 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!"

"Then"

The melodious voice of the Fury of the Sky 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?"

"Has Frey set off already?"

"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, at the foot of the clouds, it looks like a dark gray sea. From time to time, ferocious faces as large as tens of meters emerge from the clouds, and 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...

Wrath of the Sky finally spoke, "It's really surprising that you can come out of the Ice Wind so quickly!"

The girl is still 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 alive. She bowed deeply to the old man, and then slowly exited the room as if gliding on ice.

The afternoon tea party specially prepared for Rogge by Grand Duke Tiklik 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 impression of all the great nobles, the old court magician has never dressed 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 nobles who have practiced magic slightly can sense the faint magic fluctuations emanating from his magic cloak and luxurious cane. It can be seen that these are genuine magic equipment, not just clothes and accessories for decoration.

Rogg was still wearing a dark green cloak. After handing the cloak to the waiter, he revealed a breastplate that showed the elves' excellent 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 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.

Gnavala 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. He can't challenge Rogge directly. 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 started asking 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 would he let it go?

"Lord Rogge, I am also a magician. I would like to take the liberty to ask, is it really an ancient demon that you sealed?" Gnawala asked rudely.

The tea room fell silent for a moment. Gnavala’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 stood 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 deceived The beautiful Miss Adele?"

Adele said "Ah" and covered her mouth with a fan. Her eyes shone with excitement and pride.

Gnavara said arrogantly: "I only know that it is a fact that every magic apprentice cannot wear metal armor. I only know that the power of ancient demons is beyond the imagination of ordinary people! Although I and I You are also an eleventh-level magician, but I have to say that the ancient demon's personal servant can easily defeat me! I don't know what method you used to seal the ancient demon? It seems that apart from you and your elves , no one has seen how you sealed the devil, right? Maybe your performance can deceive many people. After all, not many people understand the mysteries of magic, but it is very unfortunate! Forty years of magic career have given me some wisdom and My vision enables me to see through 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 have damaged your wisdom. Since you have raised doubts, 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, quietly waiting 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.

Roger neither used the magic wand nor took off his breastplate. Gnawara 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, Gnawara paused his magic wand, and the magic stored in it was activated immediately, and a faint magic light enveloped his whole body. This is a low-level spell 'Magic Absorption', which can deal with most small attack magic that is launched quickly. It is the most orthodox tactic for magicians to fight. Subsequently, Gnavalla, who had been blessed with protective magic, once again activated two magic scrolls, blessing himself with masks to defend against evil and ghosts respectively. Then he chanted 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. This 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 Magician 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 an evil creature, 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 Feng Yue's two vicious men?

He waited patiently, but what was waiting was surprise.

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.

Rogue stood there motionless at the moment. 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 demonic 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 inside 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 pillar of flame dissipated, and Rogge stood there with a smile, without even a hair being injured.

Gnavala's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"How can a shallow person like you understand the secret of magic?" Rogge smiled faintly, 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 the horrified eyes of Gnavara, the light of the magic shield flashed for a few times and then disappeared.

The fifth magic missile hit Gnavara exactly in the face. 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 black, 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 that 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!

Gnavala smiled 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 super strong among the undead, emerged from the other world. Stepped out of the door. 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.

Roger'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 intimidating two-handed giant sword was taken off his shoulders and pointed at Rogge.

Rogg had no choice, and silver light began to flash in his eyes. He blessed himself with acceleration, strength and stone skin 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 fear 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. Feng Yue's 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 Fengyue's pressure. This pressure has completely dispelled the Skeleton Lord's fear realm 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 chopped the stunned Gnawara into two pieces with a 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.

Rogg looked up at the sky, his expression very complicated.

The pissed-off nobles have not recovered from their fear, and they still maintain the posture of crowding and escaping. 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.

Rogg 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 while 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.

Roger smiled and generously extended his arms to welcome 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! So shameless!"

The wordy Bone Dragon's praise was surprisingly concise this time. It howled twice and then hurried away.

Gu Long was worried.

Although it wanted to stay and continue watching the show, it was more eager 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.

It's late at night. The late winter night wind howled, driving all the pedestrians back to their warm beds.

Tikrik's luxurious harem is warm and cozy, and the dark red magic light makes everything ambiguous. More than ten beautiful and almost naked dancers are stretching their arms, stretching their legs, swaying their hips and twisting their waists, dancing passionately and indulgently. Their upper bodies were completely naked, with various beasts painted with bright oil paints, and several pieces of tassels barely blocked the 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 are all the most favored cronies of the Grand Duke. After Gnawara's death, Rogge naturally took over the position of court magician. He had a transcendent status, so he sat close to Tikrik. This dinner gave Rogge a new understanding of the eroticism of the Principality of Arei. On this occasion, the daughters of Grand Duke Tiklik and the two marquises were actually present, and they were chatting and laughing happily.

Carlos' 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 going from **** 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.

The Grand Duke of 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 is really insignificant. Carlos had just proposed it on Rogge's behalf, but Tikrik agreed without even thinking about it, and ordered Shilay 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. Apart from 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 either. Because of the steep terrain and numerous monsters, no one had ever explored the 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.

The entrusted territory must have an identity. Xilai is very considerate and has 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. The dancers had beads of sweat on their bodies, and their movements became the most primitive provocation. Carlos raised his wine glass and said loudly: "Let us drink to the great magician Rogge for his great deeds 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.

Roger was also a little tired. These 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.

Rogg suddenly felt that there seemed to be a hint of murderous intent in the air. The special training Fengyue had given him these days had an immediate effect. He immediately lost all sleep, 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.

Rogg quickly searched the surroundings with his mental power and determined that except for this low-level magician, the rest of the assassins were very 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 a low-level magician like him can resist.

Rogg 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.

Rogg crouched down in front of a seriously injured 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...we want to kill...you! Although we failed this time, but...but...we will not give up! Our God... ...The great Amaro will definitely be resurrected! You...although you have sealed part of its body...but you can't stop it from resurrecting! You can't stop it from ruling...ruling the entire world..."

Rogg was stunned and asked: "Is your **** 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 the Lord's body was...sealed by you, but We still have the eyes of an adult! Sooner or later...sooner or later we will take the adult's body...from your hands..."

The assassin had been dead for a long time, and Rogge only 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.

Rogg became interested in this religion of the Eye of Wisdom.

Noisy voices were heard in the distance, and soldiers who heard the warning came one after another.

Rogg turned to the guard captain and asked: "Are there any alive among these assassins?"

The guard captain looked embarrassed~IndoMTL.com~ and replied: "Sir, there was another one who was seriously injured, but just...just now he committed suicide."

Roger nodded and said: "There is still a living person on the roof opposite, but he will be able to move in an hour, so you should be careful. If he also commits suicide, go with him!" ”

"Yes! Don't worry, sir! The villain is an expert in this area. As long as one night, I promise to make him speak!"

Roger 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 bed, it was already dawn. 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.

Rogg waved to Adjani. Adjani obviously hesitated, then lowered her head and followed Rogge pitifully towards his room.

Roger glanced back, just in time to see Fengdie's pale face flash past the window.