Blasphemy: 13 Treatment No.

What made Rogg dumbfounded was that under the guidance of Hughes, the little fairy Froya spent most of the day painting a magic circle on his belly. Hughes didn't know where he got a ball of extremely pure sacred energy, and without saying a word, he poured it into the magic array.

As soon as the magic circle started to operate, Rogge screamed, sweat broke out all over his body, and he immediately fainted from the pain!

The feeling of divine power directly burning flesh and soul is not something ordinary people can endure! Then the endless pain woke him up again. But in front of the two beauties Froya and Androni, Rogge had no choice but to save face. His face was livid, his whole body was trembling, and he finally restrained himself from screaming any more.

The first operation of the magic circle lasted half an hour! Roger fainted from the pain and woke up several times. Compared with the time when I was doused with holy water in the church, the feeling this time was the difference between **** and heaven. But the fat man still endured it, and his perseverance surprised the people around him.

The method that the old fox Hughes found out from the elf books is indeed effective. After the sacred energy left by Fengyue was used up, Rogge's wound had stabilized and he no longer needed the most precious silver dragon spinal cord to maintain his life. After that, Androni injected holy fighting energy into the magic circle every day, but of course the effect was much worse.

But no matter what, Rogge's injury is always getting better day by day.

Although the little fairy Froya always smiles and smiles in front of Rogge every day, she always has sadness that cannot be concealed. She and Androni would see each other every day, but Froya would never say a word to her again.

Rogg saw all this, of course he knew what was going on. The fat man was just curious about the kind of girl who could change Androni's heart. If he had the chance, he would really like to take a look.

But he soon discovered that he was completely incapable of thinking about it anymore.

The daily cauterization of holy energy had exhausted all his willpower and energy. Androni's sacred energy was far inferior to Feng Yue in both quality and quantity, so in order to suppress Rogge's injury or even make it improve, the time required doubled. However, although her sacred fighting energy was much less effective, it was no less painful than Feng Yue's energy.

The fat man has been tempered for many years and is optimistic by nature. He has no choice but to regard this daily suffering as a test. Especially when he discovered that after enduring the first wave of holy energy, his mental power actually increased slightly, he felt even more ecstatic. From then on, he neither relied on his mental strength to resist the pain, nor allowed Froya to give him any more anesthesia. He just gritted his teeth and endured it every day, often passing out from the pain and then waking up to the torture of the pain. He knew that this opportunity would never come again. Without the oppression of his fatal injuries, he would never have endured this kind of pain again.

After another week of this, Roger could barely walk on the ground.

One piece of news that surprised Rogge was that Feng Die was also seriously injured. The elf's physique was already fragile, and he was whipped away by the silver dragon's giant tail. Dozens of bones in Feng Die's body were broken, and his spine was broken into three parts. If it weren't for Froya, a master of pharmacy, and the priceless raw material of Silver Dragon Spinal Cord to prepare the medicine, Fengdie's life would have been in danger. As soon as Rogge was able to get off the ground, he immediately went to visit Feng Die.

When Rogge saw Feng Die for the first time, he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

The beautiful elf in the past has withered a little, and her tassel-like blond hair has lost its luster and is spread casually on the pillow. There was a faint cyan color on her pale face, and her eyes had lost their former luster, and she was staring blankly at the ceiling. When she heard the door knock, her eyes just turned blankly. When she saw that the person who came in was Rogge, she didn't react at all and stared at the ceiling blankly.

Froya followed in, took out a small silver bottle, and dropped a drop of bright red blood-like liquid into Feng Die's nostrils. A blush slowly stained Fengdie's cheeks, but her eyes were still empty and glazed.

"How is her injury?" Rogge asked with a frown.

"She is too seriously injured and can only be nursed back to health slowly. She will not be able to get out of bed for another three months. As for how much her martial arts skills will be restored, it is difficult to say. Her injuries are completely different from yours. The most difficult thing to deal with is the almost irresistible power of flame corrosion. She is completely traumatized. To completely cure her, it is only possible with the recovery spell cast by a light mage close to the level of the Grand Mage, such as The eighth-level magic 'Divine Healing' will do." Froya said in a voice that only Rogge could hear.

Rogg slowly sat down beside Fengdie's bed and looked into her eyes. Fengdie still didn't react at all.

Roger frowned even more and said: "No! She doesn't want to live anymore. There is no life in her eyes at all. This should be one of the reasons why she cannot recover."

Froya looked at Fengdie with deep reluctance in her eyes: "I have never seen such an outstanding elf girl. It would be a pity if she died like this. What on earth did you do to her? , will she hate you so much?"

Fengdie is very simple, her love and hate are almost written on her face. Rogge knew that he was as smart as Froya, so it was not surprising to see this. But he didn't want to explain. Even with skin-to-skin contact, he still had to be on guard against this little goblin. He was ready to solve Fengdie's problem later. Rogge guessed that Fengdie decided to die because he felt that even if he survived, there was no hope of recovering his martial arts skills, let alone taking revenge on him. It is not difficult to break down her defenses and resolve her will to die. What is difficult is how to heal her injuries. It would be a shame if she really couldn't recover. All of Rogge's previous hard work will be in vain.

He thought for a while and decided to go find Elder Hughes. Let the old fox look it up in his 'Elven Dictionary' to see if there is any way to cure Fengdie's injury instead of the 'Divine Healing Technique'. It is not easy to find a light mage close to the level of a great wizard. The only people Rogge has ever known in his life are the Pope and Cardinal Burke. But he refused to meet any of these two people. Even if he had the chance to meet them, he would never have the guts to do so.

With the support of the elf guards, Rogge trudged to Elder Hughes's residence. Before he entered the door, he heard harsh metal friction sounds from inside, interspersed with sighs from Hughes. Rogge was stunned again. He really couldn't think of anything that could make this old guy Hughes so sad. He couldn't help but get curious and pushed the door open.

As usual, Hughes' door was never locked, and there were no traps inside the door. Rogge did not think that Hughes was aboveboard in nature, but that this unfathomable old thing no longer needed these useless furnishings.

Leaving the elf guard outside the door and walking through a corridor, Rogge, who was still recovering, finally moved his body into Hughes's living room with difficulty.

A piece of silver light shone like broken jade on the floor.

Elder Hughes is sitting in the middle of the floor, with a silver light in his left hand and a short file with green light in his right hand, working hard. The harsh sound of metal friction came from between his hands. His usually neat silver-gray hair was a little messy, there was a slight drop of sweat on his forehead, and he was covered in silver powder, making him look indescribably embarrassed.

Roger was surprised and amused at the same time. He wanted to see what tortured this old fox to this point.

Seeing Rogge entering, the frowning Hughes raised his head and glanced at him, sighed, and then lowered his head to study the things in his hands.

Roger became interested. He endured the severe pain in his abdomen, slowly sat on the ground, and picked up a silver disc about an inch in size.

"Isn't this a silver dragon scale? Why is it so small? Old man, it's not a problem for your two daggers to cut through the silver dragon scales, right? Why do you work so hard? But then again, your good stuff is too much. A little more, even a file has magical properties that greatly improve sharpness and sturdiness, which are better than most magic swords. It’s really eye-opening!"

Xius snorted, without raising his head, still rubbing the small silver dragon scale in his hand vigorously, and it took him a long time to stop. He looked at the silver dragon scales with his eyes carefully before throwing them into a small pile of processed silver dragon scales behind him.

"Humph, you ignorant thing. The hardest scales on the silver dragon's body are the hundreds of thin scales from the chin to the neck. Even Annie's little guy's starry sky can't get in there. Look at you this time I feel so sorry for being injured so badly, and I plan to use these hundreds of fine scales to make you a silver dragon armor, so as to save your life. It’s just that you don’t know the heart of a good person, but you still dare to laugh at me Old man, be careful if I get angry and cut corners on the silver dragon armor I made for you!"

Rogg picked up a thin silver dragon scale and folded it hard. Under his brute force, the dragon scale did not move at all and did not bend. Although the scales are too small to be used with force, it is incredible that such a thin dragon scale can be so strong. Of course, when Fatty opened the 'Hammer of War', the first thing he practiced was to identify the raw materials. After trying it for a moment, he immediately knew how precious these silver dragon scales were. Rogge couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that he had luckily started from the back of the silver dragon's head that day. He had carefully read all the information he could find about the silver dragon. He only knew that the back of the head was the weak point of the silver dragon, but he did not know that the thin scales on the neck could be so strong.

The dragon's nose is another fatal weakness of the silver dragon, but in that place, where the dragon's breath comes from its mouth, where would an ordinary person dare to attack? Even a veteran like Hughes couldn't escape the last breath of the dying silver dragon.

With Rogge’s temperament, he would never touch the dragon’s nose.

Xius picked up another piece of silver dragon scale and began to polish the shape and drill holes. Judging from his progress, he probably wouldn't be able to brew a single dragon scale in less than ten minutes. Rogge could clearly see that every time Hughes filed a file, his fighting spirit increased rapidly at that moment, so scales flew everywhere with the file, and a small layer of the silver dragon scales was removed by the file. But the fighting spirit that Hughes increased at this moment has actually reached level 16! It seems that if Hughes had not done it himself, no one in the entire Oracle City would have been able to obtain these silver dragon scales.

He was able to raise his fighting spirit to the sixteenth level in an instant, and then completely returned to normal. If this old guy didn't enter the holy realm, Rogge would never believe it.

But when the fat man repeatedly asked, Hughes just said: "I am a four-hundred-year-old killer, and killers naturally have their own ways of killing. I usually hide my aura, and only raise my strength to the peak just before the battle, then He is a qualified killer!"

Rogg knew that he would definitely not be able to get anything out of this old fox, so he had no choice but to say: "You old guy put so much effort into making such a top-quality armor for me, don't you have some conspiracy? ”

Xius snorted angrily and said: "My old man was born unlucky to meet such a divine messenger like you. Humph, I might as well make two pots of good tea if I have this free time! But if I don't take care of your kid's little If I can't save my life, my elves will be in disaster! I am helpless."

Rogg laughed and said: "That's true! Without me, it would be really difficult for the elves to gain a foothold in human society! By the way, old man, go back and look through your 'Elf Dictionary' ', let's see if there is any way to cure Fengdie."

Xius pondered for a while and said: "I'm just a killer, I know nothing about magic or recovery. But from my experience, the main reason why the child Fengdie can't recover is because of the knot in his heart and the loss of hope for his future life. That’s why I want to die. If you can untie this knot, it will be easier to handle.”

Rogg snorted and said: "She is desperate because her spine is broken and her martial arts skills are difficult to recover, right? If we don't solve this problem, how can we restore her hope?"

Xius sighed: "If I can even solve the things that only the Great Mage of the Light Restoration System can do, do I still need to hide in the Central Mountains for four hundred years? What a pity for Fengdie. , is just an elf. My energy is limited, and for the sake of the survival of the entire elf family, I can only take care of you first."

Looking at Hughes working hard, Rogge snorted and went out without comment.

He dragged his seriously injured body around several key points in the Oracle City.

The workshops in the City of Oracle are now very busy, and the elven craftsmen are working **** the tough dragon skin and the pieces of dragon scales that are harder than fine steel. The huge dragon skin can be made into nearly a hundred sets of light and strong leather armor, while the dragon scales are enough to make more than twenty sets of heavy armor. Rogge thought for a while and ordered that only ten sets of heavy armor composed entirely of silver dragon scales be made for later use. The rest of the armor only had a piece of dragon scale added to the most critical part to increase protection. Calculated in this way, it is enough to make about a hundred more sets of magic armor. The only worry now is that the elf warriors are physically weak. Except for the elite swordsmen and knights of the Dark Side of the Moon, other elf warriors will have their martial arts skills greatly reduced when wearing these heavy armors. Although the leather armor made of silver dragon skin is far less protective than the dragon scale armor, it is still comparable to the fine steel full-body armor commonly equipped by human heavy infantry warriors. However, the weight is only slightly heavier than ordinary leather armor, so it is suitable for the moon. The elven archers and killers of the dark side are no match for this. The fly in the ointment is that there are really too few of these Silver Dragon Leather Armors, and there is not enough for the Dark Side of the Moon warriors.

When he thought of the dark side of the moon, Rogge couldn't help feeling gloomy. The Dark Side of the Moon that he created originally had eight hundred elves, but now there are less than three hundred. In the Battle of the Silver Dragon, almost all the melee warriors of the Dark Side of the Moon were killed, and the remaining elves were either archers or killers. It seems that the main force for hegemony in the future will have to be the human army!

This time the elf mage was also seriously injured, and two elf elders also died on the spot. As a result, the magic laboratory established by Rogge became a lot deserted, but because of Froya's guidance, the two elf mages who were forced to devote themselves to potion making benefited greatly. Froya handed them a few simple poison formulas. The poisons were generally violent, but the advantages were that the raw materials were abundantly supplied, the price was cheap, and the production process was simple, which could fully meet the requirements of military mass production. Although these poisons will not cause death on the spot, if there is no proper treatment, most people will die within half a day. On the battlefield, how could there be such an opportunity to treat you slowly? Therefore, in Rogge's eyes, these poisons are simply more important than the silver dragon scales.

Rogg endured his physical discomfort and still insisted on coming to the center of the three ancient elven trees.

All the buildings in the middle of the ancient elf tree have been demolished, even the elders' courtyard has been demolished in half. Only the Elf Temple, which occupies the best position on the lake side and is the furthest away from the ancient Elf tree, was spared. Now the land has been leveled, forming a circular square.

In the center of the square, there are three low, twisted and strange plants that are growing slowly. The two elf magicians are controlling the growth of these plants with the flash of magic light on their bodies. It can be seen that they are not relaxed. After a while, their magic power is completely consumed, and these plants only have a few new shoots.

Hundreds of elves are carefully carving out tiny magical symbols on the ground. Elder Sarah is the only elder magician who survived the Silver Dragon Battle. He holds a thick stack of drawings in his hand and is directing the elves to arrange this huge magic circle. Judging from the progress, it is estimated that it will take another half a month to complete.

Rogg looked up at the ancient elf tree. It was already yellow, dotted with only dots of green.

This magic circle is still very imperfect, but Froya can design such a magic circle within a few days. She is already a rare magic genius. Only after Rogge woke up did he know that under the threat of Froya, Hughes had handed over the magic circle secretly passed down by the elves to store magic power to the little goblin. Based on the elf magic circle, Froya finally designed this magic circle.

Although there are still many flaws, it is better than nothing. Rogge planned to wait for his body to completely recover, and then refer to the knowledge of magic in the demon world left by Elesis and the fragmentary memory of the lich Elgra to re-perfect the magic circle.

At this time, Androni's crisp voice came from behind him: "Roger, you're running around as soon as you can get out of bed! It's time for treatment!"

Roger's face turned pale and he almost sat on the ground. The elf guards supporting him had expressions of unbearable expression. Rogge snorted, and moved towards the temple step by step with a tragic expression on his face.

The sky is gradually getting dark.

After finally completing the treatment, Rogge relaxed and fell unconscious half asleep. The elf maid forcefully opened Rogge's clenched fists, pulled out the handkerchief that had been crushed inside, and covered Rogge's naked body with a quilt.

Androni is also very tired, and it is a big burden for her to continue to consume most of her fighting energy. Over the past few days, she had greatly admired Rogge's will. He endured this severe pain without struggling or shouting. He just lay quietly and endured it, passing out and then waking up. Androni asked herself if she and Rogge changed places, not only would she have to have her hands and feet tied, but she would also have to scream like a pig.

Rogg, who was extremely weak and in a coma, still seemed to be feeling pain, and the flesh on his face would twitch from time to time. Androni chuckled lightly and cursed in a low voice: "You deserve it! You have done so many bad things, you deserve some retribution." But after all, she sighed softly and covered Roger's face with a silk scarf. Gently wipe away the sweat on your face.

Froya was also very tired. Keeping the magic circle on Rogge's belly running for a long time was a heavy burden even for a magic master like her. As soon as Roger's treatment was over, she walked out of the room, as if unaware that Androni was watching her melancholy. Froya knew that Androni would probably have to guard Rogge for a while, waiting for him to recover before going back to rest.

Froya quietly opened Fengdie's door.

At this time, Fengdie's room was already dark. She had already taken the medicine, and no one would disturb her recuperation at this time.

Fengdie still had a pair of big, absent-minded eyes open, completely unresponsive to someone coming in. A small ball of magic flame ignited at Froya's fingertips, illuminating her face.

"Froya...sister..." Feng Die finally had some reaction and spat out a few words with difficulty.

Froya sat down beside Fengdie's bed, caressed Fengdie's face, and said softly: "Silly boy, why can't you think about it all of a sudden? Are you afraid that your health will not get better in the future?"

A tear fell quietly from Fengdie's eyes, and she said with difficulty: "I...know I can't get better..."

Froya gently pressed Feng Die's lips: "Do you still remember what my sister said to you? You are a genius and a noble elf, but why do you lose to Rogge again and again? Yes, he is despicable, shameless, and unscrupulous, but you have not seen the most important thing. He never gives up. Even if there is no hope at all, he still has to struggle. Remember the book that your sister asked you to read? "The Legend of the Powerful Minister"? Look at those people in it. Is there any guy who is not willing to fight for his life even when he is about to die? If you want to take revenge on such people, you have to be more persistent and have perseverance than them. You still have hope of recovering your martial arts skills, why should you give up now?"

Feng Die shook her head hard, tears streaming down her face again. She wanted to say something, but Froya held her down again.

"Don't talk, it will be very painful. Sister knows everything, and sister also knows Rogge very well. With sister helping you, you will definitely succeed! Don't worry, sister has carefully studied what you signed these days. That contract. It's not without flaws. Let's try the first way first. If it doesn't work, with my sister here, the second way will definitely work. I remind you again, my sister will help you. You can’t tell anyone, do you understand?”

Feng Die nodded slowly but firmly. The severe pain made her beautiful little face become even paler.

"That's good. My sister has thought of a way to connect your spine. But it will be very painful, so you must endure it. You can't tell anyone about this, and within this month, no matter how painful it is, you You can't move around. As long as you endure this period of time, maybe you can hope to recover all your martial arts skills."

Fengdie blinked hard.

Froya chanted the incantation, and the gate of Lost Paradise slowly appeared in the room. She stepped into the door, and after a while, she took out a large piece of ice with a light blue luster. There is something **** in the ice!

"Look, this is the best tendon in Silver Dragon's body! My sister specially stole it to treat your illness."

Froya said while controlling a small ball of magic flame with both hands. ~IndoMTL.com~ The ice melted quickly, and the dragon tendons slowly floated in the air.

She lifted Fengdie's quilt, revealing the elf's delicate and beautiful body. Her hand gently caressed Feng Die's body. Whether intentionally or not, her cold fingertips just traveled over Feng Die's breasts. Because of the pain and cold, Feng Die's skin became extremely sensitive. Waves of strange feelings spread all over Froya's body from Froya's fingertips. Her little face flushed and she felt very uncomfortable. OK, but I don’t know what to say.

Froya chuckled lightly, stood up, took out a bunch of vials shining with various lights, and lined them up beside Fengdie's bed.

She turned Fengdie over very gently, but the huge pain still almost made Fengdie faint. Fortunately, Froya then nailed a dark blue thin tip into the back of her neck. A feeling of numbness quickly spread throughout Fengdie's body, reducing the pain to a level she could bear.

Froya softly chanted a long spell, and slowly, a long sword shining with hot fire appeared in her hand. As the spell progressed, the magic sword became smaller and smaller, but its red color became more dazzling. By the time the magic sword had shrunk to the size of a dagger, there were already thin beads of sweat on Froya's forehead.

She looked at Feng Die’s beautiful breasts, smiled coldly, and slashed it with her sword...