Blasphemy: 6 Disasters and Floods

Early morning.

The sun has not yet risen from the top of the mountain, and the morning dew is still hanging on the tips of the leaves and branches.

Roger lay relaxed on the roof, chewing a straw in his mouth. Amy lay next to him, staring at him with a pair of big bright eyes.

There were bursts of shouting in the village, and seven or eight people carrying baskets and cans, led by the old village chief, filed up the mountain.

"Amy." Roger called lazily.

"Huh?"

"What are the village chief and the others doing in the mountains so early in the morning? Hunting?"

Amy smiled, lightly hit Rogge on the head, and said: "Druids hunting? Thank you for thinking about it! If Gruba and the others hear it, they will definitely be angry. ”

"Gluba? With his little ability, I won't pay attention to another three or five. But he seems to like you very much."

Amy's face turned red and she whispered: "I have nothing to do with him! Don't think wrongly."

Roger smiled: "He has the most magical power among the young druids, and you are the most beautiful girl in the village. It is normal for him to like you."

Amy's face turned redder and her voice became lower and lower: "Yes, he has the highest magic power, but he... who is the most beautiful..."

Rogg laughed and said: "Who else is you? You haven't answered my question yet."

Amy said "Ah" before she came back to her senses and said: "Grandpa Jason and the others went to deliver food to Lord Trillenhut. Every ten days, they have to deliver food to Lord Trellenhut." It’s a gift once. Adults especially like the fruit wine we prepared!”

"It turns out it's Lord Trillenhut's business. This matter is your secret, right? You shouldn't tell me." Rogge said with a smile. He suddenly hugged Amy over and kissed her heavily.

Amy groaned, her body completely stiffened, and it took a while before she slowly softened. She hooked Rogge's neck with her backhand and responded enthusiastically.

The two rolled on the roof and stopped after a long time. Amy's eyes were as charming as silk, and her face was flushed. She moaned softly and pulled Roger's arm, trying to pull out the hand that was messing around in her clothes. But that hand was extremely flexible, constantly teasing the two soft lumps of flesh on her chest, rubbing her whole body until she was soft.

"No...don't..." Amy gasped rapidly. Before she could finish her words, Roger sealed her mouth again.

Roger stroked her smooth and extremely elastic skin vigorously, and kept reaching down with one hand. Amy squinted her eyes and twisted her body to resist Rogge's restless hand. But Roger was as strong as an ox, how could she resist? Amy let out a cry, and Rogge had already broken through the last line of defense and touched her weakest part, teasing her so hard that her heart beat like a drum.

Roger picked up Amy, jumped off the roof, returned to the room, threw her onto the bed, and jumped on her again.

Amy was so passionate that she suddenly bit Roger's shoulder hard. He yelled and jumped in pain.

Amy exclaimed. She suddenly realized that she was almost naked, and quickly pulled the quilt to cover Bai Shengsheng's long legs.

Roger stroked his shoulder, which now had thin teeth marks on both sides. With Rogge's monster-like body, as long as her muscles contracted and released, it would not be difficult to knock out a few of her teeth. Even if it was just a tight squeeze, she would treat it as a tickle. Now that he has left such a row of teeth marks, he naturally doesn't want her to know the secret of his body.

Amy sat up and whispered: "I'm sorry, we female druids can't... we can't..." She can't tell her life or death, but Luo Of course Ge understands.

"Amy, how old are you this year?"

Amy's head lowered lower and lower, and her voice became almost like a mosquito: "I'm still nine months and eleven days away from... turning eighteen."

Rogg gently took Amy into his arms and asked with a smile: "Nine more months?"

Amy nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I'm sorry..."

Roger hugged Amy and sighed: "Maybe... I can't wait that long."

Amy was startled, raised her head and asked: "Why, is it bad here? Or has Gruba done something else?"

Roger smiled softly and said: "Silly boy, it's very good here. It will be even better after having you. But, I am in trouble, big trouble. There are many people chasing me, and they are very strong. I If they stay here for a long time, if they find this place, it will bring disaster to the village. So, I have to go, do you understand?"

Amy grabbed Rogge's lapel tightly and said anxiously: "It doesn't matter. You won't bring any disaster to our village. Grandpa Jason is a very experienced Druid."

"Jason? He may not be my opponent yet. How can he resist those who are chasing me? There are several masters among those people who can easily defeat me!"

Amy said confidently: "It doesn't matter, Lord Trillenhut is guarding our village! It is impossible for human pursuers to defeat Lord Trillenhut."

Rogge said 'hmm' and asked: "Who is Sir Trelenhut? Ah, I forgot, I shouldn't ask this question."

Amy* stood on Rogge and said softly: "How can you still be an outsider now! In fact, Lord Trillenhut... is a sacred and noble dragon! Your Lordship hundreds of years ago I saved several druids. To express their gratitude, these druids brewed a secret wine for you. Lord Trillenhut liked it very much and agreed to protect the descendants of these druids at the expense of the druids. of fine wine and food. It has been hundreds of years since this agreement was made."

Roger's heart was pounding.

A dragon! A wise dragon that has survived for at least nearly a thousand years! A giant dragon that easily tore apart nearly a hundred ogres! It turns out that this is the secret of this Druid village!

Rogg seemed to have seen the holy knights struggling in the dragon's breath. He suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Rogge, what's wrong with you?" Amy asked strangely.

"Nothing, a dragon that loves to drink! This is the first time I've heard of it. Haha, come on, tell me more about Lord Trillenhut."

"Well, okay. Ah! Take your hands out, so... I can't speak like this..."

The morning is a good time for young druids to practice martial arts. Seven or eight young people are working hard to practice their skills with wooden sticks and hammers in the small square at the east end of the village. Rogge, accompanied by Amy, also came here to 'instruct' the Druids on their combat skills. Druids have always relied on magic. When fighting hand-to-hand, they rely on transformation techniques to transform into various creatures to fight. They also attract countless ferocious creatures and monsters in the wild to help them fight, so their combat skills are not particularly important.

This druid tribe has been closed for too long, and the martial arts they practice are really not very good. Even a fake knight like Rogge dared to give some advice.

Roger ended up holding a gun first. He still vaguely remembered a few of Ofilok's marksmanship. The fat man covered his whole body with a milky white light that seemed to be caused by fighting spirit but was actually produced by lighting magic. Even the battle gun showed a faint light. He then used his mental power to pull the gun's momentum. When the war gun was used, it was indeed unpredictable and difficult to guard against.

When the gun was drawn, it was facing east, and the gun landed due south; it was obviously a sweeping shot, but somehow it turned into a head-on hit. In just a few moves, Rogge killed five or six young men on the field. He laughed, put away his gun and stood up, making Amy's eyes light up, her face flushed, and she was indescribably proud.

Roger casually gave everyone some pointers. In fact, it was nothing more than some martial arts knowledge popular in the public army. He talks more about practical skills. This small village had been closed for so long that Rogge's crude knowledge was regarded as a treasure. The fact that a magician of his level could one day teach others martial arts was something that Fatty himself never imagined.

After giving a random explanation, Rogge talked about the importance of equipment. This is his specialty. His analysis is concise, concise and vivid, and is supported by countless examples. The young druids looked at the leather armor and cloth shirts on their bodies and the wooden staffs and wolf fangs in their hands. They were simply ashamed.

Finally, Rogge cleared his throat and coughed. Amy immediately walked into the venue carrying a small backpack.

The backpack was opened, and inside were more than ten pieces of small and lightweight magic equipment such as wrist guards, leg armor, and magic boots. These were all ripped off by Rogge from dead holy knights, law enforcers, and jungle rangers. Even in the principality, it can be considered a high-quality product, let alone this small and isolated village? Apart from big trees, these druids saw big trees all day long. Where had they seen so many and such good magic equipment?

"This, these are..." a bold Qi Qi asked.

"These equipments were given to everyone by Brother Rogge." Amy rushed to say.

The young druids cheered and came up to choose the equipment they liked. In this small village, the concept of wealth is very indifferent, and everyone exchanges what they have when needed. Therefore, although Rogge’s handiwork is not small, no one will be too surprised. But the people in the small village are very simple and do not hide their desire and joy.

Looking at such a group of energetic young people, Rogge felt a little unbearable. He gently put his hand on his chest and stroked the black crystal through his clothes. The crystal was warm and moist, and a little warmth would flow into his chest from time to time. Rogge smiled and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

The next day, early morning.

There was just a dim light in the sky, and there was silence in the mountains.

Roger sat on a boulder on the top of the mountain, quietly looking at the small village in the valley.

His mental power spread out bit by bit, and the magic fluctuations in his body began to beat again. This fluctuation seemed to be resonating with his heart, getting stronger and stronger every time he hit the ground. Rogge almost couldn't help but use his mental power to seal the magic wave again.

Those who can achieve great things must not stick to small details.

Rogg chanted this sentence repeatedly in his heart, and beads of sweat broke out from his forehead. Amy's sweet smile and the simple faces of young people would always appear in front of his eyes.

A gentle breeze blew by.

"Tell me, is it right or wrong for me to do this?" Rogge seemed to be talking to himself.

There was a burst of doubt from behind.

"I forgot. I shouldn't have asked you this. How could you understand?" Rogge smiled bitterly.

The light mist behind him dispersed, and Feng Yue stood quietly on the boulder. She waved her right hand lightly, and the small black crystal jumped out of Rogge's clothes and floated quietly in front of his eyes.

Roger sighed softly and said, "I understand."

"On the mountain peak over there, I felt the breath of the dragon. It doesn't seem to be very powerful, at least compared to our demon dragon family, it is a little too weak." Gregory also jumped out of the fog , while showing merit.

Last time it was successful in protecting its master, at least it had a very good attitude, so it was rewarded by Feng Yue. Now the newly repaired body is obviously much stronger than before. Balls of light mist lingered in its sternum. It seemed that it would not take long for its chest to take shape.

Rogg pondered for a moment and replied: "We should go to Dragon Peak to take a look at the terrain. I hope we won't disturb the dragon. It would be great if we could directly lead the church's pursuers to the dragon." ”

The three figures slowly disappeared into the morning mist.

At noon, Rogge had quietly returned to the village. He dragged Cooper, who was still a little inconvenient, and went to the village chief Jason's house to have dinner.

Druids and elves are often inextricably linked due to their common love for nature. Druids are also very few humans who can gain the trust of the elves. In fact, the elves, whether they are night elves with dark attributes or grassland or forest elves, are all handsome and beautiful, almost eerie. Because of this, any slave of the elves is extremely valuable in the human world. Owning an elf slave is often a sign of a truly wealthy family.

The long life of the elves is their advantage and the source of their tragic fate. An elf slave often has to serve several generations of people in a family before he shows his age and is resold. In order to prevent the trade of elven slaves, the elven tribes on the mainland once held a great alliance and went to war with various human dynasties. But unlike the fate of the dwarf empire hundreds of years later, that war that lasted for more than ten years ended in a disastrous defeat for the elves.

The elves believe in myths too much. The **** they placed their hope on, the great elf of war, Shiloh, never appeared on the battlefield; they were too proud, leaving the familiar forests and mountains, and actually faced off against human heavy cavalry on the plains. In the end, it was their mysophobia that ruined the last hope of the elves. On one side is a jungle lake, on the other side is a swampy wasteland. The human commander easily determined the escape direction of the defeated elven army and captured the remaining elven troops in one fell swoop.

After this battle, the elves hid deep in the mountains and wilderness where humans could not set foot, and began a long period of recuperation.

In this endless central mountain range, Rogge is almost certain to have the existence of the elves. He just wanted to find them, and he knew that was pure delusion. This time, the church's pursuers actually had a secret mission related to the elves, which made Rogge's heart move again. If what is written in the book is true, then the beauty, longevity, archery skills, and magic of the elves are all of great value! Naturally, the number of humans who can be used by the elves willingly has always been extremely rare. If not counting those famous great druids in history, Rogge really doesn't know anyone who has ever taken advantage of the elves.

But even if you can't use it, you can always plunder it, right? The battle in the Dwarf Kingdom gave Rogge a taste of how quickly he could get rich through banditry.

The first fortune is often bloody.

But as long as he can make a fortune, Rogge doesn't care how much blood is stained on the gold. Unless the blood affects his future income. When it comes to getting rich, Fatty is a rare person with a far-sighted vision. He looks at at least ten years. How to maximize wealth in about ten years is his goal.

To fight against a church with unimaginably huge potential, Rogge needs extremely huge resources: people, things, and territory. These things often come down to the word money. Although money cannot guarantee that Rogge will get everything, without money, the church can just send dozens of knights to chase Rogge thousands of miles away.

Money is not everything, but having no money is absolutely impossible.

With Rogge's deliberate actions, the meal was a feast for both the guests and the host. Old Jason had not been drunk at noon for many years, but this time he was so drunk that his face was red and his tongue was enlarged.

"Elf? Aha, I know...those are some timid guys! When I was young, uh! There were several elven tribes nearby! In fact, this mountain forest used to belong to an elven tribe. Territory. But later, that tribe gradually moved into the mountains... At the beginning, I could occasionally meet an elf, maybe I even knew them. In the past ten years, I have never seen any elf again. Oh. These cowards!"

Rogge, who looked drunk, asked: "Why do you... call them cowards?"

"I heard that a big prophecy tablet was suddenly dug up in the holy land of the elves. Don't ask me where the holy land of the elves is. Those cowards will never let anyone know the location of their holy land. That **** prophecy The monument says, uh! In the year of disaster, don’t ask me what the year of disaster is. Those cowards will pretend to be gods! Anyway, when the elves are in trouble, their gods will send his messengers to save the elves. . Hey, brother Rogge, tell me, in the war between the elves and humans, that **** Hilo didn’t show any miracles. Could it be that this time... this time we can send any envoys! It’s not as good as us. Where is the Druid's Tree of Life and the God of Nature! At least the four Great Druids can communicate with our God at any time! In order to break the prophecy, the elves gradually moved into the mountains. You say! This is not What a coward!"

Jason's wife knocked him on the head, "You **** old man! Every time you get drunk, you talk about elves! You must always be thinking about that elf Elena!"

"Hey! Old lady, you know... I have nothing to do with the elves! Don't hit me so hard. If you hit me again, I will forget my transformation spell!"

Amy and Cooper smiled at each other, obviously already used to this scene.

Roger firmly remembered Jason's words, and maybe he might not be able to use them anytime in the future. The magic mark in his body was beating moment by moment. Far away, Rogge had already felt that a homologous magic wave was resonating with this magic mark. Looking at the carefree Druids, Rogge sighed softly in his heart.

Karajan and Krisma led the pursuers in a leisurely manner. A few days ago, Rogge's traces suddenly disappeared completely. A few days later, he appeared in another direction, hundreds of kilometers away, as if flying! It's hundreds of kilometers, and it takes several days to walk in the Central Mountains.

Krisma adjusted her direction. He already has experience and is not too eager to catch up to Rogge. Facts have proven Rogge's insidiousness. So Krisma began to treat Rogge as a real opponent worth taking seriously. Along the way, he and Karajan have discovered strange things in the forest. It seemed as if the whole forest had woken up and was watching them silently.

Everyone walked silently in the forest. Krisma and Karajan looked at each other. He suddenly unsheathed his sword and pierced a big tree nearby. Under the high temperature of the holy light, the big tree made a shrill cry and slowly withered. There was a sudden commotion in the forest. Karayang's figure flashed in the woods like flowing clouds and flowing water. His long sword chopped dozens of big trees into two pieces, and green sap flowed out from the broken parts of the big trees.

A light mage chanted a spell loudly, and a white halo of light spread from his body. Some trees, birds and animals in the forest began to emit a faint yellow halo. The law enforcers have rushed into the forest, and they have chopped into pieces everything that emits a yellow halo, no matter what it is.

The forest returns to deathly silence. The wild and ignorant birds and beasts had fled away from these messengers of death.

It was almost dusk.

"Uncle Jason! Uncle Jason!" The loud calls not only disturbed the tranquility of the small village, but also woke up the drunken old Jason. He put on his clothes and went out, his steps still a little hasty. A young druid ran up to him with sweat on his face and gasped: "Uncle Jason! Something bad happened! We were supposed to change Gruba's class and monitor the forest around the village. But we are handing over I've been waiting for a long time but no sign of Gruba and the others! Moreover, I smell a breath of death in the forest!"

Jason immediately woke up. He said anxiously: "Take me to the entrance of the village quickly!"

The forest outside the village was deathly silent. Jason led the young druids in the village to stand at the entrance of the village, looking uneasily at the forest.

The grass parted to both sides, and a knight jumped out. One after another, the knights came out of the forest and formed a neat line in front of the village.

Jason looked ugly, and he whispered to a young man next to him: "Go and tell the people in the village to take shelter with Master Trillenhut. Also, tell Rogge and ask him to hide in Dragon Peak as well. Get up." The young man took the order and ran away.

Karajan stepped forward and asked loudly: "We are the law enforcers of the Holy Church of Light! Under the guidance of the Supreme God, we are hunting down a sinner who has blasphemed the gods! We don't want to disturb your lives, we just want to get some News about this sinner and a place to stay for the night!"

Jason took a step forward and replied: "I am the mayor of this village. We have been isolated from the world for hundreds of years, and you are the only people who have come here in hundreds of years. The sinner you mentioned, We don't have any information about him. As for a one-night stay, that's no problem. Although we druids are not rich, we are always generous to our friends."

"Friend...hehe." Karayang smiled softly.

"Wait!" The long whip in Krisma's hand suddenly swung out and hit Jason's face. Jason flashed subconsciously, and the long whip suddenly turned flexibly and rolled up a young Druid next to Jason.

Krisma grabbed the young druid's wrist, raised it high, and shouted sternly: "What is this! Old man, how do you explain the origin of this thing?"

The young man wore an exquisite magic bracer on his wrist. As soon as Krisma signaled, the two law enforcers stood up and raised their arms high. Their wrist guards were exactly the same as those worn by this young man! The only difference is that the law enforcer's wristband has a pure silver cross engraved on it, while the young man's wristband has a sword scratch on the same location.

"Old man! This wristband is a standard wristband for law enforcement officers. What a coincidence. We just lost a few law enforcement officers a few days ago, and we didn't even find their bodies afterwards. Old man, everything shouldn't be so coincidental. Right? You are a smart man. If you don’t want everyone in this village to be buried with that blasphemous sinner, you’d better tell us his whereabouts honestly."

Karajan said coldly: "What are you talking about with him! Let's arrest them all first~IndoMTL.com~ I don't believe that everyone's bones are so hard! Someone will definitely reveal the whereabouts of that fat man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow flew out from behind and hit old Jason on the shoulder. There were wisps of yellow smoke coming out from where the arrow hit, and it made a roaring sound. It was obviously a very powerful acid magic arrow! Jason fell down on the spot, feeling that the magic power in his body was rapidly draining away. The druids who were suddenly attacked roared and began to transform one after another. For a time, all kinds of strange and huge creatures filled the entrance to the village.

A giant wolf howled and pounced on Krisma. Krisma smiled, and with a flash of lightning in her hand, the giant wolf was separated from its head and body!

Jason was trembling all over as he was carried by a giant ape transformed into a druid and quickly retreated towards the village. He shouted with all his strength: "Don't attack them, quickly, retreat to Dragon Peak! They are too powerful!"

Karayan took out the Heaven Realm Falun and looked at it for a while, pointed to Longfeng, and said slowly: "Roger, he is in this direction, within twenty kilometers! This time, I want to see what you can do Where are you running! Come on, arrest everyone. If anyone dares to resist, punish them on the spot!"

Karajan pointed his sword, and the knights filed out behind him. The rumble of hooves completely broke the centuries-old tranquility of the small village.