Blasphemy: 7 Return to the South

The road leading to the south from Zhang Qi has not yet been opened for dozens of kilometers, but hundreds of thousands of guilty coolies have received a rare rest. In order to show goodwill to the Dro Empire, the Asrofic Empire stopped the process of building roads and would not start building roads again until the results of the mission to the Dro Empire were obtained.

In fact, this kindness is quite reluctant. The ambitions of the Asrofic Empire have long been known to everyone, and it only took more than ten days to cut down dozens of kilometers of forest.

At this time, hundreds of riders were walking through the virgin forest that had not yet been cut down, heading towards Ohinia, the capital of the Dro Empire. Rogge was wearing ordinary clothes and was also moving forward with the cavalry.

Many people in the Northern Kingdom are skilled in horsemanship, and even the few fifty-year-old civil servants who presided over the negotiations are no exception. Therefore, even in the forest, this cavalry is moving very fast.

After stepping out of the forest, under the guidance of the guide sent by the Dro Empire, the delegation set foot on the road leading to the capital of the Dro Empire.

Roger looked around leisurely, admiring the surrounding scenery.

This is the scenery of the south.

Although it is only a few hundred kilometers away from the current territory of the Asrofic Empire, the climate is completely different. The stretching remnants of the central mountain range block the cold current from the north. Therefore, when the night wind is still cold on the northern grasslands, the Dro Empire is already full of green and the hot wind is blowing. Most of the people in the envoy were obviously not used to the suddenly warmer temperature and had already lost their clothes. But Rogge was still wearing his robe, and the temperature had no effect on him.

The scenery of the Dro Empire is still quite different from that of the Principality of Bavaria, but Rogge always feels familiar when he sees this southern scene. Unknowingly, a sense of homesickness arose in Rogge's heart.

However, this emotion only passed through Fatty's heart.

The most common thing Rogge did along the way was to stand alone in the wilderness at night, staring at the stars in the sky in a daze.

A few days later, the envoys took advantage of the darkness and quietly entered Ohinia.

Osinia has a population of half a million. The city has high walls and thick walls. It uses dark colors as the main color and looks solemn, mighty and spectacular. In comparison, the buildings of the countries further south are much lighter and more dynamic. If the southern countries are like a gentle girl, then the Dro Empire is like a majestic mature man.

In the south of the Dro Empire, hundreds of thousands of troops are fighting risking their lives. On the negotiating table in Oxinia, the intensity of the struggle was no less intense than the battle on the front line that was filled with blood, smoke and flames. The two sides differed greatly on the conditions for the Asrophic Empire to participate in the war. The Asrofic Empire envoy insisted that the Dro Empire cede a large area of ​​territory in the north before sending troops to join the war. The Dro Empire only wanted to cede a small piece of useless wasteland and pay some gold coins to get help.

Rogge has no interest in diplomatic negotiations, and this is not his specialty. In Fatty's eyes, swords are the factor that can decide everything. Diplomacy is just a flower hanging on a sharp knife, and it may wither at any time. Moreover, the contract obtained from the negotiation table is to a large extent nothing more than a piece of paper. The sincerity of the great powers to strictly abide by the contract is probably at most similar to the piety of the fat man towards the Supreme God.

Before his mission to the Dro Empire, Rogge had already studied a large amount of information about the empire.

The Dro Empire is different from other large empires. It originated from the southern foot of the Central Mountains. At that time, this land was dotted with dozens of small city-states and principalities with a common ethnic composition and cultural customs, but they were loosely connected with each other and there were many wars. These small countries have been tools used by neighboring big countries for hundreds of years. Once a war breaks out, they either send troops or pay, and they are involuntarily tied to the chariots of other big countries. They can only swallow a bitter pill when defeated, but gain nothing from victory.

After this situation continued for a hundred years, a miracle finally came to the Principality of Dro. The Grand Duke of the Principality of Dro had no other abilities, except for his unparalleled instigation ability. He lobbied and made speeches in every country, city after city. In his words, the century-old history of humiliation was exaggerated into the darkest period in human history since his birth.

Finally, the raging anger, instigated by Grand Duke Dro, burned through the entire southern foothills of the Central Mountains at an alarming speed! Dozens of small principalities and city-states stood together as never before and announced their complete separation from the surrounding major countries.

The next year was a year of war. Naturally, the major powers were unwilling to lose their traditional sphere of influence and sent troops to intervene one after another. Archduke Dro had little military talent, so he elected Archduke Thomas, who had a distinguished record, as the supreme commander of the alliance to lead the coalition forces to fight against the interventionist forces.

In the one-year war, both sides had victories and defeats, and the alliance suffered more defeats. However, for the sake of freedom, the 20 million people of the Alliance can endure hunger, cold, and sacrifice. For freedom, they can endure anything!

The most difficult winter has passed, and the major countries surrounding the alliance that suffered heavy losses finally realized that they could not defeat the hearts of the people of the alliance that yearned for freedom, and had to retreat and recognize the independent status of the alliance.

When it came time to share the fruits of victory, Archduke Dro, who had been keeping a low profile throughout the year's war, became active again as the father of the alliance. He had never commanded an army, which might have been a disadvantage in wartime, but now it became an asset.

Because he never failed.

No matter how outstanding a general is, he will inevitably suffer a few disastrous defeats in a year of war in which he is at a disadvantage. These stains became the best excuse for Duke Dro and his political opponents to accuse them.

The people still remember the Grand Duke of Dro who first encouraged them to rebel. They were even more dazzled by the dazzling halo of miracles on the Grand Duke's head. Grand Duke Dro also publicly declared that he did everything for the people and did not seek the position of leader of the alliance at all. As a result, his reputation was the same for a while. The city lords and grand dukes who had made great contributions during the war began a desperate battle for the position of leader of the alliance.

The political struggle soon developed into a **** stage. In just a few days, four city lords and the Grand Duke were assassinated. And Archduke Thomas, who was highly recommended by Archduke Dro, was attacked and killed by a group of mysterious killers at night when he returned home. None of the elite guards of Baiqi survived!

The ugly faces of the politicians soon became known to the public. The major factions in the alliance were at loggerheads and finally had to compromise with each other. As a result, the Archduke Dro, who had always been aloof and had a special status, was promoted to the throne of the alliance's leader.

Duke Dro was useless in war, but in politics he was a rare conspirator. He spent twenty years using various means to defeat his major opponents one by one, so that the Dro Principality gradually became stronger in the alliance. He also brought many small principalities under his banner through constant marriage alliances.

Twenty years later, the elderly Grand Duke of Dro finally completed all arrangements, officially declared himself emperor, and founded the Dro Empire.

The history of the Dro Empire determines its unique reality. In the empire, dozens of subsidiary principalities and city-states, large and small, occupy half of the empire. The local princes not only held the power to appoint officials and collect taxes, but many great dukes also had heavy troops. These principalities were the product of the compromise made by Duke Dro in order to establish an empire. Therefore, among the three empires, Dro's imperial family was actually the weakest.

It is precisely because of the characteristics of the various princes in the Dro Empire that they are divided into territories and fight independently, so the Bavarian army can fight so smoothly. It was difficult for the main army of the Dro Empire to mobilize the armies of these entrenched princes. They could only helplessly chase behind the agile Bavarian army and watch many fighter planes slip away from them.

When Rogge settled down in Oceania, he already had a preliminary understanding of all aspects of the Dro Empire.

At dusk that day, Luo Geshi walked out of the place where the envoy was staying and began to take a stroll around the imperial capital of Ohinia. Wherever Rogge goes, he always attracts the gaze of passers-by. This was not because the fat man was unparalleledly handsome, but because there was a charming little goblin behind him. Froya only wore a very ordinary mage robe. In such public places, she was used to dressing up as gentle and virtuous, but this could not reduce the fatal temptation of her pure and beautiful appearance.

Froya followed Rogge, keeping a just right smile on her face, whispering to Rogge from time to time. Every move she makes is like the spring breeze, quietly penetrating into people's bones. When I woke up, it was already too late.

Her voice was very low, so low that only Rogge could hear it, but the content of her words completely did not match her flawless appearance: "Damn fat man, you have been neglecting me these days! I decided Cheating!"

Roger smiled helplessly. Although she knew that the little goblin was just threatening, she had the ability to say such words in such a way that it was difficult to tell the truth from the lie. What's more, she is now getting along with Milo day and night, and Milo's intentions towards her are already known to everyone.

"How could I have neglected you? Every time I go to you, you are either doing magic experiments or meditating! By the way, Milo's strength is not in magic at all. If you need magic guidance, why not How about asking Adelene to help you?"

"I don't like her." Froya refused flatly, and then said: "By the way, I heard that you have another child. If you didn't ignore me, then why wasn't I the one who had the child? ”

Rogge really couldn't answer Froya's question, so he could only vaguely say: "You know, I have never neglected you in this regard."

The little goblin smiled slightly and said: "Okay, from this point of view, there must be something wrong with one of us. I don't know if it's you or me. Well, in order to prove that it's not my problem, I Find someone to try..."

Roger suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that he was almost on the verge of explosion, Froya immediately shut her mouth. Suddenly losing his reason and unable to get angry, this made Rogge even more depressed. But when he saw the little goblin snickering, all his anger could not help but fly away thousands of meters away.

The two of them were walking on the busy street, and Froya finally couldn't help but said: "What's so interesting about this dirty and messy city?"

Due to the ongoing war, Oceania, which was originally famous for its architecture, has long lost its charm at that time. Both sides of the broad avenue looked quite depressed, and many businesses had gone out of business. Pedestrians meeting on the road talked about the war. Groups of wounded soldiers can be seen everywhere throughout the city, which makes people have to face the cruelty of war. Occasionally, a small group of cavalry would gallop through the avenue.

At this moment, not only compared with the famous cities in the south, but also compared with the famous cities in the north, Richelieu and Tiffany, Ocinia is far behind.

Rogg looked at the chaotic and dirty city and smiled: "There are so many things to see here. The world is amazing. You can see and hear things even thousands of miles away if you stand anywhere. message. So we might as well walk more in Oceania, it’s been a long time since I spent time with you.”

Froya pouted slightly and said reluctantly: "Does this count as accompanying me? I might as well practice plane meditation while I have this time. What do you want to see from the details of the city? Are military secrets coming?"

Rogge smiled and said: "Others will naturally have to worry about military affairs now, and I don't need to take care of it. Forget it, I will explain it to you when your plane meditation practice reaches a certain level. Now let's talk Let me tell you, I’m afraid you don’t understand either.”

Froya snorted and said: "If you don't say it, don't say it. You actually put on the airs of a great magician. It seems that just a few years ago, there was a person who could only rely on his thick skin to be tough. Support my magic!"

Every time he thinks that the princess who was so aloof and seemed to be forever out of reach has now been subdued by him, the momentary sense of accomplishment will make Rogge seep out his pride from every pore. Even though he has occupied the position of the most powerful religious pope in the North, Fatty still has some bad habits that he has not been able to change.

He was about to laugh a few times when suddenly there was a thunderous sound of horse hooves from the end of the long street, and then dozens of royal guards wearing black armor appeared from the corner of the long street and galloped towards Imperial Palace.

Roger took Froya and stood on the street, letting dozens of cavalry rush past in front of them like the wind.

A knight in the cavalry suddenly let out a sigh and pulled the reins hard. The war horse suddenly stood up, took a few steps, turned around and ran towards Froya and Rogge. The dozens of mounted royal guards all showed their superb riding skills and turned around one after another, following the knight.

Rogg frowned and looked up and down at the knight who was obviously coming towards the two of them.

The knight looked quite young. He was wearing dark black cavalry armor with gold rims on the edges, and a four-winged flying dragon representing the Dro Emperor's house was embedded on his chest.

The knight reined in his horse in front of the two of them, raised his hand and lifted his helmet, revealing a handsome face. His blazing eyes just stared at Froya. After a moment, he said in disbelief: "You are...Princess Froya? Why are you in Ohinya?"

Not waiting for Froya to answer, he was so excited that he jumped off his horse and walked towards Froya. He said with joy: "This is really a gift given to me by God! I thought You disappeared in the war!"

The knight opened his arms and wanted to hold Froya in his arms. However, at this moment, a smiling fat face suddenly appeared in front of him without any warning, replacing Froya's incomparable beauty.

When the knight was in a state of excitement, this scare was no small matter. He screamed strangely, took a few steps back, and almost sat on the ground. When the royal guards saw it, two of them immediately jumped off their horses and helped the knight up. The others drew their swords and pointed them at the two people in the field. Several hand crossbows were pointed at Rogge.

Rogg turned a blind eye to the sharp tip of the sword, smiled and said to the knight: "Your Excellency, I think you made a mistake. Froya is no longer a princess, she is just my woman. Very uncomfortable. Sorry, I’m not a very generous person and I don’t want to let people hug me.”

Froya, who was standing behind Rogge, had a smile on her lips. She quietly reached out and took Rogge's hand.

After hearing this, the knight was startled for a moment, and then saw the intimate look between the two. His face was already livid with anger, and he shouted: "You bold thing, do you know who I am?"

"Your Excellency?" Rogge's smile never changed.

At this time, Froya whispered behind the fat man: "He seems to be the third prince of the Dro Empire, his name is... his name is..."

The knight had a good ear, and when he heard that Froya had recognized him, he was overjoyed at the time. Even though she couldn't remember his name, he said hurriedly: "My name is Lasse."

Lasse stared at Froya greedily for a long time, then turned to look at Rogge, his expression immediately darkened, and asked: "Who are you, you dare to kidnap the noble Princess Froya? ? Come here, tie him up and take him back for interrogation!"

Rogg ignored Lasse's threat and just turned back to Froya and asked: "Do you know each other?"

Froya frowned and said: "I met him once in the Rhine City, and then the Dro Empire's condition for aiding my father included me..."

Rogg nodded and said: "That's it."

He took a step forward and looked at Lasse calmly. The smile on his face disappeared at some point: "Your Highness Lasse, it seems that the role you played back then was not glorious! The glory of the Dro Empire is due to you. It’s a lot darker.”

Rather's face was gloomy, but he just pushed his hand forward fiercely!

The black-armored guards galloped forward, surrounding Rogge and Froya, their swords raised one after another! They were well-trained and everyone was careful, for fear of hurting Froya, who was still standing still and was weak.

Rogg stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, glanced at the black-armored guard, smiled coldly and said: "Everyone, please dismount!"

Roger's voice was not loud, and he seemed to have no intention of taking action. The black-armored guard was originally on high alert, but nothing happened, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

At this moment, dozens of horses under their crotches suddenly collapsed together! Caught off guard, even these elite black-armored guards staggered and fell to the ground. One of the black-armored guards accidentally inserted the sharp sword in his hand into the body of the fallen mount. As a result, it was like piercing a big skin bag, and in an instant, thick black and smelly viscous liquid was sprayed all over his face!

He finally wiped the mucus off his face, stood up and looked at the ground, and immediately took a breath! The war horse that was so strong just now was now lying flat on the ground like a bag that had been emptied of liquid! He looked around again and found that the guards were all staring blankly at the shapeless horse corpses that fell to the ground one after another. Their faces were pale, the hands holding the swords were trembling, and they retreated involuntarily.

Roger's face showed another smile that he couldn't tell whether it belonged to a devil or an angel. He looked at the fallen horse, at the black-armored guards who were retreating, and then smiled at Lasse, whose face was as white as paper. smiled.

Rather immediately took a few steps back. However, with his fighting spirit not yet at level ten, he stood firm again, which was somewhat beyond Rogge's expectation. It seemed that the third prince had some courage and was not intimidated.

Rather choked, wielding his sword, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing standing still? Call the police immediately! Summon the city defense army and the court mage to kill this guy!"

At this moment, a black-armored guard behind Lasse looked at Rogge carefully, grabbed Lasse's arm, and whispered: "Your Highness, this person cannot move! I see him He looks a lot like the Pope of the Holy Church of the Asrophek Empire..."

"Nonsense! Why did Pope Rogge show up here..." Lasse suddenly stopped mid-sentence and stared at Rogge with a look of surprise on his face.

Pope Rogge, who is in charge of the Holy Wisdom Church, has now become an important figure who can influence the situation on the entire continent. His appearance is no longer a secret, and there are few royal family members and dignitaries from various countries who have not seen his portrait.

"You..." Lasse didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Now that you know who I am, can I go?" Rogge said with a smile.

Rather's hand holding the sword was trembling~IndoMTL.com~ He stared at Rogge, his face so ferocious that it was almost distorted! However, in the end, he waved his hand fiercely, asking the black-armored guard to give way. There is a way out.

Rogg put his hands behind his back and walked forward, taking Froya away proudly.

"Your Highness Lasse..."

"Damn it, shut up!" Lasse suddenly turned around and struck hard with the hilt of his sword, knocking the black-armored guard who called him to the ground. Then he gasped and stared at Looking in the direction of Rogge leaving, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "After the Bavarians are beaten away, I will see if you northern barbarians can leave the Dro Empire alive!"

At this time, the night was beginning to fall and the lanterns had just been turned on. Rogge and Froya were still walking in Ohinia.

"I don't think Lasse will let it go. It's a bit inappropriate to offend the prince of the Dro Empire in Oceania." There was a hint of worry on Froya's face.

Roger chuckled and said: "There is no need to be polite when dealing with this kind of person. If he really dares to attack me, then the imperial army will arrive immediately, attack the Principality of Bavaria from north to south, and immediately destroy the Dro Empire. . Now since he is so smart and can't bear to take action, then we might as well wait until we defeat the Principality of Bavaria and then destroy the Dro Empire."