Blasphemy: 5 Marriage and Destiny
This winter is an eventful time in Dresden.
On the night that the old Grand Duke Tikrik died, the new Grand Duke Carlos ascended to the throne. All the officials in the House of Lords were busy at this time. No one could tell whether a funeral or a celebration should be carried out at this time. In the end, it was the Secretary of State, Shilai, who made the decision. He decided to hold a three-day celebration first to show the fact that the new Grand Duke of the Holy Alliance countries had ascended the throne, and then hold a one-month funeral to commemorate Grand Duke Tikrik.
But these important events of the nobles were not important to the ordinary people of Dresden. What shocked their hearts even more was the purge on the night of the Archduke's death. The city hadn't seen a massacre of this magnitude in decades. Although the army and security police began to cleanse the entire city the next day, the faint smell of blood never went away.
For the citizens of Dresden, this is a cold and sad season.
While the officials of the House of Lords were very busy, Rogge sent a fast horse to send back the news. He planned to marry Adele within a week as soon as he returned to Dresden. At this time, the officials of the House of Lords completely collapsed.
The wedding between the great magician of the palace and Princess Adele, sister of Archduke Carlos, is definitely not a trivial matter. However, time was so short that many cumbersome rituals had to be cancelled, and it was too late to invite envoys from various countries to congratulate them. But Carlos still tried his best to make the wedding grand and grand. He understood that his power and position depended on Rogge's support.
There is a small single-family house in the southeast corner of Dresden.
This house is unremarkable on the surface, and no one usually comes in or out. As night fell, an unmarked carriage quietly stopped at the door. A maid came down and knocked on the door rhythmically. The door opened silently, allowing the light carriage to drive into the courtyard.
A very handsome middle-aged man walked out of the room. The short beard on his lips was neatly trimmed, and he looked like a **** in his every move. He rushed to the carriage in a hurry and hugged the lady who was getting out of the carriage into his arms.
"My angel! You are finally here, why are you so late today? Don't you know how anxious it is to wait? If I wait one more minute, there will be one more on my head for you. The one with white hair!"
The lady giggled and said softly: "Dear Earl Clark, you have never had a gray hair on your head! Alas, the time to prepare for the wedding is too short. I tried it all day today. Clothes and jewelry, I’m so tired. But didn’t I rush to see you?”
A dark cloud passed over Clark's face, and he said angrily: "You rejected my proposal more than a dozen times, but agreed to marry that pig-like magician. Do you really like him? Or is it just because he is a Magician? Are you going to marry a magician? Tell me. If that is the case, I am willing to learn magic and then come back to challenge him! Adele! You are my angel. How can I tolerate you? Leave it to someone else?"
Adele raised her index finger to her lips and said softly: "Dear Clark, don't be so loud! There are many capable people around him, so we can't be too showy."
Clark blushed and shouted: "Am I afraid of him? Although he is a magician and has hundreds of elf guards, our Clark family is one of the three major families in the Kingdom of Leighton. My uncle is one of the three marshals of the Leighton Kingdom. He has the power to mobilize 15,000 troops! Does he dare to touch me? Does he dare to be the enemy of the Leighton Kingdom... Hmm!"
Seeing that he was shouting louder and louder, Adele hurriedly kissed his mouth. They kissed, breathing heavily. Clark picked up Adele and hurried into the room.
Everything that happened under the night was like a small wave that quickly disappeared into the turbulent sea.
Not long after Rogge returned to Dresden, his wedding to Adele was held as scheduled.
The main nobles of the Principality of Are were present, but compared to the importance of the wedding itself, this wedding can be said to be too simple. Due to the short time to prepare for the wedding, no country in the Holy Alliance had time to send a congratulatory envoy. Only a few envoys who participated in Carlos's coronation ceremony and the burial ceremony of Grand Duke Tikrik and had not yet had time to return home attended the wedding.
Roger's original intention was just to establish a marriage bond with Adele. It didn't matter what the size of the wedding was. When the wedding took place, there was no celebration in Dresden, and many citizens did not even know that their court magician had married Princess Adele.
Another wedding held on the same day attracted the attention of almost the entire continent.
When the first ray of sunlight shone on the brilliant golden dome of St. Peter's Cathedral, loud hymns rang out in the church.
Three thousand honorary knights gathered from all directions and formed a neat formation on the square in front of the church. The bright red carpet stretched from the center of the square directly to the church door.
The envoys from more than ten countries arrived at the square under the guidance of the etiquette officer. They were all dressed in their own country's attire and gathered together to form a bright river of colors, adding a lot of warmth to this somber winter.
At ten o'clock in the morning, a snow-white carriage, escorted by ninety-nine knights, arrived in front of St. Peter's Basilica. The Archduke of Bavaria, dressed in golden armor, stepped down from the carriage.
The carriage stretched out a slender hand wearing a white glove. The Grand Duke gently held the jade hand, and Catherine in a snow-white dress also stepped out of the carriage.
The hymn in the air entered the climax, and St. Peter's Cathedral emitted a faint holy light. The heavy oak door of the church opened, and ten cardinals lined up to greet the unusual couple.
The Archduke of Bavaria, dressed in gold armor, held Catherine's hand and slowly entered the church under the guidance of ten red archbishops.
The pope put on his cassock and stood in front of the icon holding a sacred book to welcome the newcomers.
Katherine looked extremely noble today. She was like an ivory statue, and her whole body seemed to be glowing softly. Her eyes were moving and her gait was as light as walking on the waves, just like an angel descending into the world. Even the pope's dim eyes opened slightly and nodded approvingly.
Beside the Pope, stood Augustus in ceremonial armor. The Blood Angel had completely suppressed the murderous aura and smell of blood on his body today, and he stood quietly, as if he was integrated with the entire church. If you hadn't observed carefully, you wouldn't have noticed this powerful figure standing there.
The Archduke and Catherine came to stand in front of the Pope, waiting for the Pope's blessing.
The pope opened the holy book with trembling hands, and the old voice finally sounded: "Reinhard William, in the name of the Supreme God, are you willing to marry the woman next to you and give her happiness?"
The Grand Duke smiled boldly: "I do! I am willing to use a thousand-year dynasty and thousands of miles of land as a betrothal gift for the most beautiful Miss Catherine Rochelio!"
Hidden in the darkness, Augustus’ eyebrows jumped slightly.
"Then" the Pope turned another page of the sacred text, "Catherine Rochelio, are you willing to marry the man next to you and commit to a lifelong commitment?"
"I do! I, Catherine Rochelio, will not only be his best wife, but also a solid pillar of the Millennium Lionheart Dynasty! When my husband goes off to war, I will not only Prepare a warm home for him and take good care of the conquered territory for him."
At this moment, even the Pope was a little moved. The old pope looked at Catherine carefully from behind the thick crystal mirror. She stood there calmly, looking at the pope calmly. Her reserved arrogance and holiness made the pope's eyes light up.
The Pope looked at Augustus and caught a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
After pondering for a moment, the Pope stretched out a withered hand.
The Archduke and Catherine held their hands together and stretched forward. The pope's dry hand gently tapped their joined hands, and the entire St. Peter's Basilica suddenly seemed to be alive. Every beat of the pope's heartbeat would bring a heavy response from the church. Slowly, the entire square and even the city of Lille began to tremble with the Pope's heartbeat!
All the knights in the square had a look of awe on their faces. The citizens of Lille, no matter what they were doing, put down their work and stood up respectfully, facing St. Peter's Basilica. direction, praying devoutly.
At this moment, everyone has the same heartbeat.
The pope's vigorous voice sounded: "In the name of the Lord, bless the Lord with grace! The Lord said that the name of Lionheart will be passed down for thousands of years."
A huge pillar of holy light soared into the sky in St. Peter's Cathedral, with countless shining angels flying around the pillar of light.
Everyone who saw this scene, whether they were knights, envoys, ordinary citizens, or humble servants, all knelt down.
In front of the Supreme God, all lives are equally humble.
After the blessing ceremony, the Pope’s face seemed a bit older. He closed the holy book, regained his old-eyed look, and said slowly: "My children, bless you! May you spread the gospel of the Lord. Spread to every corner of the continent."
The Archduke of Bavaria and Catherine slowly walked out of the cathedral shrouded in holy light.
On one side of the square were three thousand honorary knights, and on the other side were envoys from various countries watching the ceremony. Behind each country's envoys are one hundred to five hundred knights of the country. This time, the envoys from each country brought their most elite knights. The number of knights represented the military strength of each country.
The Grand Duke looked at the teams of knights. Although he was already familiar with which countries they came from and how many knights they came. But at this moment, he still couldn't hold back the blood boiling in his heart! A tragic battlefield of fire and blood seemed to appear before his eyes again. It won't be long before these knights will smash all obstacles on the way forward in the direction pointed by his sword!
This wedding is also a celebration of the declaration of military and political alliance between various countries. Today, six countries formed the Lionheart Alliance in Lille, the capital of the Principality of Bavaria, forming a war machine with a population of 20 million and an army of 120,000.
Under the gaze of countless eyes in the square, old Reinhardt choked and pulled out his long sword, pointing directly at the sky!
Everyone is waiting with bated breath, waiting for his long sword to fall, waiting for Reinhardt's long sword to point out the alliance's first target.
Reinhardt's long sword slowly fell, pointing far to the southeast. In that direction, sits the royal capital of the Rhine League. Beyond the Rhine City, there are more than ten countries of varying sizes. Further to the southeast is the Flemish Empire, a large coastal empire. To the south of the Flemish Empire is an endless ocean of storms. On the other side of the stormy ocean, there is an unknown continent.
A hundred years ago, the largest jihadist legion of the Church of Light set out from the Flemish Empire on an expedition to the mysterious foreign continent, trying to spread the gospel of the Supreme God to the edge of the world. But there was no news after going to sea.
With a loud choking sound, the thousands of knights in the square all drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the swords of thousands of knights followed the Grand Duke's sword and pointed to the southeast.
When the new person is in high spirits, it is often the time when the old person is frustrated.
There is a courtyard at the back of the Grand Duke's Mansion. Because Reinhard was getting married today, all the maids and servants were preparing for the wedding, and the courtyard seemed very deserted.
There is an elegant two-story building in the courtyard. The lawn in front of the building and the garden behind the building are both made by masters. The pools, rocks, and trees are scattered and unique.
Inconsistent with the festive atmosphere in Lille, low sobbing was coming from a room on the second floor.
A middle-aged lady was sitting in front of the dressing table and crying. Although the years have left traces on her face, her noble temperament cannot be concealed. Her remaining charm is still very moving, and she must have been a moving beauty when she was young.
The lady held a portrait in her arms, sobbing and stroking the face on the portrait. The person in the painting is surprisingly the dead Ofiloch!
There was a maid in the room who also wept with her. Her occasional words of advice to the noble lady would only make her cry more sadly.
"Madam, don't be sad... The Grand Duke is the head of a country, maybe he can't help it..."
"Can't help it?" the lady suddenly shouted: "I don't blame him for finding a new woman, nor do I blame him for holding such a grand wedding for that little fox. But why didn't he tell me Aoife How did he die? Why did he always refuse to tell me! For more than 20 years, we have only had one son, how outstanding he was! But who can tell me why he died so silently, even the body was missing? Can’t see it!”
The maid knows her duty very well and she doesn't dare to interrupt such a topic.
The lady calmed down a bit and said: "Katherine is known as the most beautiful woman in the capital. I heard that she is not only beautiful, but also very scheming. Have you heard any rumors about her among the servants?"
The maid hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Everyone is secretly rumoring that the new princess has never had feelings for anyone since she was a child. She...she seems to have no feelings at all, and behaves like A machine, impartial, rigorous, and devoid of any human feelings. Madam, these words came from the subordinates of Marshal Rocherio. I tell you how I heard them."
The lady nodded and said coldly: "It's not that she has no emotions, but she is too rational and too arrogant. Except for Reinhardt, there is no one in the Rhine League that she can like, who is worthy of her emotions. . Even Reinhard would not have been taken seriously by her if he had not been determined to strive for hegemony because of the miracle. Feili, after Catherine comes, there will no longer be a place for me in the Grand Duke's Palace. Although When I lost Aoife, I lost the meaning of life and didn’t care about anything. But after all, I am a royal family of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and I want to maintain the dignity of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, so there is no way I can accept these second-rate noble women. I'm so angry. Do you want to go back to the Austro-Hungarian Empire with me?"
The maid said: "Madam, wherever you go, Feili will follow you."
The noble lady nodded, wiped away her tears, and said: "Very good. Find someone to inform Count Burhan from the Austro-Hungarian Empire who came to watch the ceremony, and ask him to make arrangements. I will leave for the Austro-Hungarian Empire in the evening. Go! I don’t want to stay in this place for another day! Let’s do it quickly!”
Feli exited the room.
The lady meditated for a while, unfolded a few pages of letterhead, lifted the quill, and lines of smooth and graceful cursive characters flowed from the tip of the pen:
"Dear Reinhardt:
Please forgive me for leaving you and leaving the Principality of Bavaria at this time.
I think you can understand me and forgive me.
My whole world has collapsed since our dearest Aoife left me. He was so important to me, he was our entire meaning and pride! Now, when I see everything in the Grand Duke's Palace, I will think of him as if he had just left yesterday. My broken heart can no longer bear the pain, so I have to choose to leave and end our more than 20 years together...
Please forgive me for breaking our vow to never leave..."
A tear fell and wetted the letter paper. The lady hurriedly folded the letter and placed it on the corner of the dressing table.
She took the portrait of Ofiloch, stared at it, and said in a low voice: "My child, mother failed to protect you, but mother will not let you die in such an unclear way. No matter what mother said, it is O'Filok's portrait. As for the royal family of the Hungarian Empire, my child, mother will definitely find the person who killed you..."
When the clouds of war in the south were getting thicker and thicker, Rogge in the north also began to feel the seriousness of the situation.
There are more and more adventurers in Dresden, and all the inns, large and small, are almost full. Every night, all the pubs are noisy all night long.
Dresden originally had a curfew system, but after the continuous influx of adventurers, Rogge canceled this system. He hoped that the adventurers' energy would be somewhat drained from all-night drinking and fighting. But he soon discovered that he had underestimated the allure of the elves. The influx of adventurers in groups was already out of control. The number reported by the Legal Affairs Department alone was nearly a thousand.
Rogge believes that in another half month, the number of adventurers pouring into the Principality of Are will exceed the number of Snow Bear Knights. At that time, perhaps with just a small trigger, these lawless adventurers would turn the entire Dresden over.
The Legal Affairs Department only counts adventurers with public identities. Large groups of slave hunters and thieves usually choose to sneak into the principality secretly or disguise their identities.
In the past month, merchants seem to have suddenly become interested in the Principality of Are. Almost every few days, a large caravan will enter the Principality of Are. The true identity of these caravans cannot be hidden from Rogge. They are either mercenaries or secret slave organizations.
On the one hand, Fatty secretly monitors the movements of all large caravans, and on the other hand, he seizes every moment to arm his 'Dark Side of the Moon'. The newly arrived 40,000 poison arrows gave him a lot of peace of mind, but Fatty still felt that they were not enough, so he specially brought a batch of poison and coated all the elves' swords in the 'Dark Side of the Moon' with poison.
With the increase in the number of adventurers, the manpower of the Legal Affairs Department will soon become insufficient. Finally, some adventurers couldn't hold back anymore and started to take action.
Roger frowned and looked at a report placed in front of him.
Two elves disappeared in Dresden a few days ago. Rogge immediately deployed manpower to trace them. As a result, the Snow Bear Knights intercepted a large adventure group of more than a dozen people at the border and found the disguised elves. of two elves. Then a fierce battle broke out between the Snow Bear Knight and the adventurer. After sacrificing the lives of more than a dozen knights, the Snow Bear Knights also killed nine adventurers and captured four alive.
What Rogge faces now is how to deal with these four adventurers.
According to the decree promulgated by Grand Duke Tikrik during his lifetime, anyone who captures elves without authorization will be punished as human trafficking and should all be sent to the gallows. But how these people die is still very knowledgeable. The adventurers who came to Dresden were far from being strong, and the strongest ones were only at level nine or ten. A truly strong person will not seek this benefit.
But Rogge did not dare to take it lightly. When the Oracle City is exposed, high-level adventurers and hunters will appear. The attraction of large numbers of elves is fatal.
The fat man paced the room repeatedly, and finally made up his mind. He clapped his hands and a guard came in.
"Go and post a notice, and the four adventurers will be burned at the stake in the East Square of Dresden in three days!" He decided to give these adventurers some color, and it would be best to make them retreat. .
After the guard took the order, Rogge thought for a moment again. This time he flicked a magic golden bell, and Adjani came in like a ghost.
"Adjani, inform Fengdie and the others to get ready. In three days we will execute those adventurers who dare to catch my elves! We need to be on site. These adventurers are not honest guys. We must guard against them. Make trouble. Remember to put on a mask and put poison on the sword, and bring those magic arrows with you. Also, inform all the elves in the gallery to live with me, and the gallery will be closed for a while." Adjani responded. . Even when accepting orders, she is still gentle and pleasant.
Rogge originally brought a dozen elven artists from the Sala tribe and opened a gallery in Dresden that dealt in paintings, statues and other handicrafts. Artworks made by elves immediately became a new fashion pursued by the upper class nobles of the principality. The two elves kidnapped this time were two painters in the gallery, a man and a woman. What made Rogge and the elves extremely angry was that both of them were brutally violated! Two of the four captured adventurers were women, and Rogge specifically instructed the jailer to let them suffer a little more before they died.
Rogg stood in front of the large window, looking at the noisy city, sneered, and thought to himself: "Elves are my private property! If you dare to put your claws into my pocket, I will chop them all off for you!" ”
Dresden, which used to be peaceful, is now in chaos.
Adventurers are a lawless group. They travel through mountains, rivers and swamps, eager for the opportunity to make a fortune overnight. There are also many adventurers who come here to hone their martial arts skills or gain fame. No matter what kind of adventurer you are, you will never take the law seriously. Their personal combat effectiveness will be higher than that of ordinary regular knights, so adventurers full of heroic romanticism will not take the regular army seriously, unless they are world-famous knights such as the Golden Lion Knights. Respect.
After thousands of adventurers poured into Dresden, local security immediately deteriorated, because thieves are almost a must-have role for every adventure group. At the same time, without the presence of magicians, an adventure group cannot be called powerful. There are now a dozen magicians in Dresden. In terms of number alone, it has almost exceeded the total number of magicians in the past hundred years. It's just that most of these magicians are rookies, basically no more than level five. Not to mention compared with Froya, there are only one or two who can compare with Gnavara. Fortunately, Fatty could barely cope with it.
The news that four adventurers will be burned at the stake for capturing elves quickly spread among the adventurers. Anger burns in the chests of all adventurers. If it weren't for the elves, who would come to such a cold and desolate country? There are many fierce adventurers who are determined to make a big fuss on the day of the execution, so as to show these blind nobles some color. They don't believe that the army or police of this remote and small country can have any combat effectiveness.
On the early morning of the execution day, four burning stakes were erected in the square, and large bundles of firewood were piled under the burning stakes. A temporary stand was set up on one side of the square, and now Rogge and the Elf Guardian Warriors were sitting on the stand. Fatty also specially invited a dozen dignitaries from the principality and nobles from other countries of the Holy Alliance to watch the burning. This is a popular traditional entertainment program among the nobles.
For safety reasons, Rogge guarded one hundred archers and one hundred swordsmen from the "Dark Side of the Moon" around the high platform. Adventurers will attack lone elves, but they don’t dare to deal with the elven army for the time being.
However, the situation was somewhat beyond Rogge's expectations. In the early morning of that day, adventurers began to pour into the square from all corners of Dresden. After four adventurers with bruises and **** faces were tied to the stake, there were already more than a thousand adventurers gathered in the square. In comparison, the high platform guarded by two hundred elves is like an isolated island in the sea. When the nobles on the stage saw this posture, most of them turned pale, especially the several big nobles from other countries. Because the dignity of their respective countries was at stake, they were embarrassed to back down from the battle, so they all asked their followers to mobilize all the people they could mobilize to protect their own safety. Some people began to ask Rogge to take measures to protect their safety.
This played into Fatty's plan, and he had been prepared for it. Not long after, the sound of gloomy hooves sounded, and five hundred snow bear knights galloped into the square, confronting the heavily armed adventurers.
The combat effectiveness of a large number of regular knights cannot be matched by a bunch of scattered adventurers. The square was conducive for knights to charge on horseback, so the adventurers who were ready to move became somewhat quieter.
But Rogge knew that things would not be that simple.
Sure enough, just as the four executioners holding torches walked to the stake, the sound of bowstrings sounded in the crowd, and more than a dozen arrows suddenly shot out, killing the executioners on the spot!
The square immediately felt like a pot was boiling. The adventurers were excited and their swords were unsheathed. The snow bear knights drew their sabers, and the noble guards also unsheathed all their weapons.
Just when the situation was about to break out, a six-person adventure team emerged from the crowd. The leader is a tall swordsman who seems to be quite prestigious among adventurers. He shouted loudly: "You **** nobles! Are you going to kill your own kind for the sake of the elves of a foreign race? I, Feige, don't accept it! You lazy pigs who only know how to eat, how dare you send six people out to fight with us? A fight? What kind of hero can you be if you only dare to hide behind the army?"
Roger took a closer look at the adventure team. This is a standard adventure set consisting of three warriors, a thief, a magician and a monk. They are well-equipped and their level is not low. Feige, the leader, already has some fighting spirit on his body, and it seems to be about level ten.
Rogg knew that what was most needed at the moment was to establish authority, otherwise it would be difficult for the adventurers to riot. Although all the troops of the Dark Side of the Moon have been secretly transferred to Dresden, and he is confident that he will slaughter a thousand adventurers, his damage will definitely not be small. When the next group of adventurers comes, it won't be so easy to deal with.
He slowly stood up and walked to the stage.
Feige stared at Rogge, feeling very nervous for some reason.
"Your name is Feige?" Rogge's voice was cold, as if he were talking to a dead person.
"Yes! Your grandfather's name will be Feige!" Feige felt guilty. He suddenly realized that this fat nobleman seemed to be extraordinary, but in front of nearly a thousand adventurers, he had no choice but to hold on.
"Very good! You insulted me, I will use your blood to wash away my honor!" Rogge said coldly, he cast another amplification magic, and the huge voice resounded throughout the square . "Okay, I'll give you a chance! Two of my men will accept the challenge of Feige's team! There are only two! If you can win this competition, these four criminals will be released! If you lose, you will We must respect the laws of the Principality of Are! Dresden welcomes all adventurers, but everyone must abide by the laws of the Principality! Anyone who breaks the law must be punished! Now, do you think Feige's team is qualified to represent you?"
The adventurers were immediately confused and talking about it. Feige's team seemed to have a good reputation among adventurers. After a while, the adventurers expressed their willingness to accept Rogge's conditions. The fat man sneered secretly and let go of his worries.
Feng Die and Adjani walked off the high platform and stood in front of Feige's group. Although they all wear full-face helmets to hide their beautiful and refined faces, their graceful figures and ethereal grace cannot be hidden.
"What the hell! You actually sent two **** to deal with us!" Feige yelled contemptuously.
Feng Die took off the huge wheel saw from behind. Such a fierce weapon immediately calmed the adventurers in the square. Adjani also drew her long sword. Her sword was originally a fine piece of magic weapon, but it pales in comparison to Feng Die's wheel saw.
Adjani turned around and waited for Rogge's instructions.
Roger sneered and moved his thumb downward, slowly from left to right.
This was not the first time Feige had faced death threats, but for some reason, this time he truly felt fear.
Soon he knew the answer.
The adventurers in the square exclaimed as Ajani's body glowed with green fighting spirit. In comparison, Feige's fighting spirit was so dim that it was almost negligible. But what surprised them even more was yet to come.
The green light of fighting spirit rose up from Feng Die's body, and the huge wheel saw also began to flash with magical light. In the blink of an eye, Feng Die's fighting spirit became as strong as real, and her whole body seemed to be burning with green flames!
"Oh my god! This is level 14 fighting spirit!" A middle-aged adventurer cried out.
Feige's heart immediately felt as if it had sunk into an icy lake. Any level 14 warrior could possibly defeat their group alone, not to mention that the opponent also had a strong Adjani? But, why would there be a level 14 elf swordsman in such a remote and small country? !
Before he could hesitate, green light flashed in front of his eyes, and Fengdie had already lightly passed Feige and pounced towards the magician behind him. Her movements were so fast that Feige had no time to stop her. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't, because Adjani's long sword suddenly appeared in front of him like it was flying from the sky!
This battle was a one-sided massacre. Before the magician and the monk could cast a spell, their throats were cut open by Fengdie's wheel saw. The three warriors were all entangled by Adjani. When Feng Die easily solved the thief and killed himself, even a blind man could see the fate of Feige's team.
Three more adventurers jumped out. They were all Feige's friends. Seeing that Feige and others were in danger in a blink of an eye, they couldn't help but reach out to save them.
A strange scream sounded in the air, and Rogge jumped down from the high platform and stopped in front of the three of them! He held an unimaginably huge battle ax and swiped at the two warriors rushing in front of him! The soldiers raised their swords to block, but were easily cut off by Rogge's giant axe! The giant ax passed by without any pause, cutting the two of them into two pieces!
The third soldier was a step behind, and couldn't help but froze when he saw the tragic scene of blood and flesh in front of him! Then he wailed, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards Rogge with his sword!
Roger smiled evilly and pointed at him! Four small magic arrays lit up around Rogge almost at the same time, and twenty purple-black magic missiles came out of the nest like fierce bees and flew towards the warrior, beating him to a pulp in the blink of an eye.
The massacre ended in a flash of lightning. Rogge turned his head and looked at the adventurers with a ferocious smile, the blood on the tip of the ax dripping drop by drop.
There was deathly silence in the square, and everyone, including the elves, were stunned. Feige also saved his life.
Rogg exerted force with his fingers, and the huge battle ax danced easily for two weeks. He snorted coldly, finally suppressing the bloodthirsty killing desire that appeared inexplicably in his heart, turned around and walked up to the high platform, and coldly ordered: "Light the fire!"
The once noisy square is now quiet. Under the blazing flames, the four adventurers who had been tortured to death ended their journey of life.
All eyes were on Rogge. His eyes were red, and he couldn't help licking his lips gently with the tip of his tongue. He couldn't help but grinned, and his eyes swept back and forth among the adventurers. The adventurers who were swept by his gaze could not help but feel chills in their hearts, and subconsciously turned their heads to avoid it.
Rogg's left hand hidden under the stage opened and closed, and the light black flames on his fingertips flickered. He had to use all his strength to suppress the killing that came from nowhere* *. ~IndoMTL.com~ His huge mental power also rises and falls like the tide, and everyone around him feels great invisible pressure. The nobles on the high platform had already hid far away, and the elves did not dare to approach Rogge.
Rogg only felt as if his soul was burning. As the murderous desire became stronger and stronger, a faint magic circle was forming around him. Seeing that the magic missiles all over the sky were about to fly towards the anxious crowd in the square, he suddenly felt a cool feeling on his face.
The coolness called Rogge back in time.
The fat man suddenly broke out in a sweat, as if he was exhausted. He looked back and saw Adjani's slender hands holding his face. She had taken off her helmet, and her lips were turned gray by Rogge's murderous aura. Obviously, it was not easy for her to bear Rogge's invisible mental pressure. Like other elves, her whole body was shaking involuntarily.
Even Feng Die did not dare to approach Rogge now, but Adjani used all her will to force herself to come over.
The distance of just ten meters was not easy to walk, and Adjani was biting her lower lip with blood. There were tears in her eyes, full of anxiety and worry.
Rogg weakly patted Adjani's little hand, feeling a sudden warmth in his heart.