Blasphemy: 12 Lost

For the next ten years, the battle situation on the entire southeastern front has been in a stalemate. The empire and the southeastern countries are attacking and defending each other, and the victory or defeat is difficult to determine.

In fact, with the vast military strength of the Asrophic Empire, if they were to attack in full force, the southeastern countries would be almost unable to resist. It's just that the empire has been fighting on several fronts at the same time for decades, and its vitality was severely damaged in the battles of the Underground Abyss and the Dark Forest, so it has never been able to provide enough support to Frederick.

As he walked along the way, as Rogge expected, he saw not only contempt but also hatred in the eyes of the Tide Legion soldiers he saw along the way.

Duke Frederick, who had led the Tidal Legion for decades, was ordered by the Emperor to commit suicide. If not the fat man, he was at least one of the masterminds. Now he has been transferred to lead the 'Tide' Legion. There is no assassin jumping out on the street, which is already good.

Rogge personally appointed the Redbud Butterfly to follow him into the city. Until Rogge sat down in the large conference hall of the legion headquarters and the main generals of the three legions after the 'Tide' legion had arrived, a total of six more abnormalities appeared on the Bauhinia Butterfly's body.

No matter how good and noble the reason was, Bauhinia Butterfly betrayed the City of Yunxiao after all. She behaved abnormally this time. The most likely reason is that she met her former colleagues in Hanyue Camp, which made her feel emotional. Rogge remembered these six suspicious generals one by one.

In fact, Rogge’s original intention of bringing Redbud Butterfly with him was to use her eyes to identify the generals that the Druid had installed in the ‘Tide’ legion. Redbud Butterfly only promised that she would serve Rogge wholeheartedly, and there was no way she would betray her companions in Hanyue Camp. But she never thought that those subtle fluctuations in her mind would actually betray her.

However, the commander of the Fourth Corps, Wallace, did not cause the redbud butterfly to move, which made Rogge a little surprised.

The City of Yunxiao has been operating for many years, and Frederick is a loyal believer in the Goddess of Nature. There must be a large number of druids in the Tide Legion. Rogge is not worried about those powerful druids or warriors. What he is most worried about is the group of people from the Hanyue Camp who are not outstanding in personal strength like the Bauhinia Butterfly. Therefore, with the eyes of a redbud butterfly, Rogge felt at ease.

Wallace is a very rough, middle-aged man. Years of fighting have left several scars on his face. He even spoke the simplest polite phrases in an extremely stiff manner, completely lacking the minimum tact that a person in an officialdom should have. Perhaps this can also be explained by the fact that he really hates Rogge.

Roger was smiling all over his face, with a stiff smile that showed some flinching. The generals of the Tide Legion saw this and naturally felt more disdain.

After the fat man sat down in the center position, he took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

In his spiritual world, there is deep darkness on all sides. Slowly, a little green light lit up like a firefly in the dark night. As if hearing an invisible call, green lights lit up one after another. The green light spots lit up one after another at first, and then several spots lit up at the same time. In the end, there were dozens of dazzling green lights shining at the same time!

The fat man opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat!

"Lord Rogge, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Wallace asked with a frown.

"Yes! The journey is really long. Ah, I have to go and see how my elf guards are being arranged. You can discuss those specific matters slowly among yourselves!" Without waiting for Wallace to answer, Roger stood up and left in a hurry.

After the meeting, there was a series of complicated handovers and how to arrange the tens of thousands of troops brought by Rogge. As for receiving defense zone information, coordinating command and even adjusting positions, these are things for the future.

Rogge threw all these specific matters to Bauhinia Butterfly with a flick of his hand.

Now, at least in name, Rogge is the highest general in charge of the entire Red Wasteland front, and his rank is equal to that of Pompey. The Fat Man actually had great power, and could even appoint and remove senior generals, including Wallace. Therefore, Rogge did not pay any attention to those tide generals who deliberately ignored him and extremely despised and hated him. At least now Fatty has the support of the emperor, and there are too many insidious means to deal with them.

The fat man is not in a hurry, not at all. Even when he saw that what Wallace prepared for him was just an ordinary two-story building, the fat man accepted it with a smile.

What surprised him was the number of believers of the Goddess of Nature in Schild City... Schild City had been busy for three days, and the handover of the army had finally come to an end. But everyone else was busy, and Fatty was very free. His only thing all day long was to wander around the city.

The war situation on the entire southeastern front has been stalemate for ten years, and all residents in Schild City have long regarded war as a part of daily life. Where there are warriors, there will be countless taverns and dancers, and Schild is certainly no exception. Different from other semi-military fortresses, this city is located on a traffic artery and is also an important gathering place for desperadoes trying to cross the battlefield for smuggling and other illegal activities.

Therefore, Schilde has the best prosperity and luxury on the southeastern front. From this point of view, Spir City, where Pompey is currently located, the headquarters of the Tide Legion, is much more boring.

Every late night, Rogge would visit one pub after another. Few people in the city recognized the new supreme leader, and even if they did, no one took him seriously.

That night, Rogge entered a small tavern. The spirits brewed in this tavern are very famous in Schilde City. The owner of the tavern is a one-eyed man who is nearly forty years old. It is said that he was also a good at killing people and selling goods when he was young, so few drunkards dare to cause trouble in his territory.

However, the man of the hour in the tavern these past two days was not the one-eyed owner, but an almost eerily handsome swordsman who suddenly appeared. This swordsman behaved very strangely. He came into the store late at night for two days, said nothing, and just drank bottle after bottle of wine. The liquor in this tavern has a strong stamina, and the swordsman's drinking capacity doesn't seem to be very high, so it won't be long before he falls on the table, completely drunk.

His slender hands, as white as a woman, and his stunningly charming face will always arouse men's imagination. Among the desperadoes who frequented this tavern, there were indeed many who liked male sex. If they had not been frightened by the past evil deeds of the one-eyed dragon boss, they would have flocked to such a delicious meal.

This swordsman is indeed weird. He seemed to be drunk to death, but every time he only stayed on the table for half an hour, he would suddenly sit up, and then walk away as if nothing had happened. The night before, a killer who couldn't hold back his **** quietly followed him out, making the tavern owner shake his head. But according to the rules of Shield City, as long as he leaves the tavern door, everything that happens is none of his business, so the one-eyed dragon did not stop him.

Only late the next night, the swordsman appeared in the tavern again, but the killer did not come.

When Luo Geshiran walked into the tavern, the swordsman was leaning on a table in the corner, drunk and unconscious.

Rogg smiled bitterly and shook his head. Just as he was about to walk towards the swordsman, a sinister-looking warrior in the tavern suddenly stood up and said sinisterly: "I'm going to settle this little guy! Cobytian , if you dare to cause trouble, think about the consequences of offending our Wind Wolf!"

The tavern owner sighed and said: "Carus, it's not like you don't know the rules of Schild City. As long as he leaves my door or when I close the door, everything that happens will have nothing to do with me. It has nothing to do with it. No one wants to offend Wind Wolf, but if you break the rules, General Wallace will not easily let go of those who dare to challenge his authority..."

Although Carruth seemed arrogant, he was obviously unwilling to openly oppose Wallace in the city of Schild. So he hummed and sat down slowly again. There were four or five companions beside him, all looking at the drunken swordsman intently. One of the middle-aged men dressed as a magician quietly took out a bone wand from his arms.

At this time, a gentle voice came from the side: "Although your magic career is destined to not be brilliant, it is better than nothing. For the sake of your life, you should take back such a cheap cursed wand!"

Carrus and others were shocked. When they looked up, they saw that the speaker was a fat man with a smile on his face. Carruth stood up and stepped forward slowly. When he moved his hand, the scimitar at his waist was already in his hand.

"Friend, our Wind Wolf's affairs are beyond your control..." A faint light of fighting spirit shone on Kalus' body. It seems that he has a lot of fighting experience, and he has gathered all his strength from the beginning, and he does not despise his opponent because his appearance is not amazing.

"There is really no way!" The fat man shrugged helplessly, pointed at the drunken swordsman, and sighed: "Who made him so beautiful? I want to have **** with him too! Since everyone wants it, then Let’s have a fight!”

Carrus snorted, his eyes fixed on Rogge, and the scimitar in his hand began to buzz.

The fat man raised his hands and began to chant the mantra loudly.

The magician holding the bone wand suddenly shouted: "This is the spell of the flaming arrow!..."

Before he finished speaking, Kallus had already wielded his scimitar and quickly stepped forward to cut the fat magician in half before he could complete his spell.

Carrus is worthy of the title of Wind Wolf, moving forward like the wind and flying behind like lightning! He even flew backwards much faster than forwards.

The moment he rushed in front of the fat man, the **** fat man kept chanting curses, but a huge fist had already brought a strong wind, hitting Carruth's face like thunder and lightning!

This punch contained a force that was not human at all, and Kallus could clearly hear the cracking of bones on his face. He just felt very dazed and his whole body became light and airy. In a daze, Kallus only understood one thing. The fat man chanting just now was indeed the incantation of the Flame Arrow, but he did not mobilize the magic power at all, he was just 'reciting' the incantation.

From the beginning, the insidious fat man was planning to punch him like this!

Carrus was filled with hatred, but he didn't know that the place where he was going to fall was right on top of the drunken swordsman.

Suddenly, a bright and dazzling blue light flashed in the tavern!

A dozen blue rays of light suddenly lit up on Carruth's body, and then without even letting out a scream, his body suddenly broke into more than a dozen pieces in the air, scattered in every corner of the tavern! Fortunately, every wound on the corpse was sealed with a thin layer of blue crystal, otherwise there would have been blood mist all over the sky.

There was a moment of silence in the tavern.

The drunken swordsman was still lying on the table, but he raised his left hand high and pointed to the sky! On the tip of the slender index finger, there is an inch of blue fighting spirit light flickering out, and little bits of extremely beautiful stardust are constantly floating out of the fighting spirit.

"This is starry sky fighting spirit!" There was no shortage of knowledgeable people in the tavern, and someone immediately shouted out! And those who had secretly or openly had ideas about the swordsman all had pale faces at this moment.

The fat man shook his head, walked to the swordsman, and stretched out his hand to help him.

Amidst the exclamations, the swordsman’s left hand brought up a blurry afterimage and pointed towards the fat man’s chest again!

There seemed to be a very bright silver light flashing in front of the fat man, but everyone in the tavern's sight was blocked by the fat man's body and could not see clearly what happened.

They only saw the fat man holding the swordsman's hand with one hand and holding his waist with the other, helping him up from the chair.

The swordsman seemed a little surprised. He opened his hazy drunken eyes and saw the fat man in front of him clearly. He closed his eyes again, his body softened and he leaned against the fat man. ~IndoMTL.com~ The swordsman suddenly retched a few times, and then said intermittently: "Damn fat man...you...you snatched my woman, I...I'm not done with you!"

The fat man smiled bitterly and said repeatedly: "Okay! It must not be over, it must not be over! If it is over, we are not men! Let's go, come back with me first."

The swordsman grumbled twice more and let the fat man support him as he walked out of the tavern.

The fat man suddenly turned back to the tavern owner and said, "As you can see, Carrus is entirely to blame for this, and we have not broken any rules at all."

Kobidian looked at Kalus's companions who looked ruthless but did not dare to step forward. He sighed and just nodded without saying anything else.

The door of the tavern is open, and the cold wind is still sending intermittent conversations into the tavern.

"...Damn fat man, why are you...stealing my woman!..."

"...Yes, yes...it must not be over..."

Everyone in the tavern heard from the sound coming from the wind that the swordsman seemed to be crying.