Blasphemy Chapter 9: Advanced years

The flames of war are still burning in the Northern Kingdom in the Nine Chapters.

The Delaware Empire has surrendered, but Rogge does not dare to relax at all. There were millions of resentful souls wandering along his original marching route. It was not only the cities that were massacred that suffered catastrophe, but also all the villages and towns within a radius of fifty kilometers around the army were destroyed. The seeds of hatred have been sown, and even a hundred years will not be enough to quell them.

Roger's army suffered heavy casualties and now numbered less than 60,000. In a sense, every warrior staying in Delaware was surrounded by more than a hundred enemies.

Roger's mood was very depressing, just like the dark clouds hanging over Tiffany. His mind was no longer on this war-torn land.

The brave Principality of Serkeli not only ignored his request for surrender, but brazenly sent out troops, taking advantage of the situation and surrounding the weakly defended city of Schilde. Although the defense of Schilde City was formidable and the veteran general who defended the city was good at defense, Rogge did not think that the three thousand defenders in the city could withstand the attack of the twenty thousand army. But what if Shield City falls? In Rogge's eyes, this was just the last unwilling struggle of an enemy who was destined to fail. In the face of an absolute disparity in strength, courage alone is not enough.

On his way back to the empire, he planned to teach the Principality of Serkeli a profound lesson. At this moment, Pompey was fighting on the Eastern Front. Although he had won many battles, his progress was limited, which was completely different from Rogge's brilliant record of advancing thousands of miles and capturing the enemy's capital in one fell swoop.

This is the role of the strong.

After gathering unprecedented powerhouses, Rogge's army can know all the enemy's movements, can easily open gaps in the strongest city defenses, and can break through any strong formation. The strong ones themselves are not powerful enough to influence the situation of the battle, but they can greatly amplify the combat effectiveness of their own armies. Even if a holy domain does not take the enemy's life, just relying on the role of detecting the enemy's movements, it is likely to turn an evenly matched battle into a complete victory for one side.

And in the hearts of those aloof kings, is the existence of these strong men a disaster or a blessing? Rogge thought about this question, and his heart moved slightly.

In the early hours of this morning, all the royal family of Delaware, escorted by the imperial team, quietly left Tiffany and embarked on the road leading to the empire. The former emperor was forty-five years old, tall, thin and fair, with a warm and gentle demeanor, which naturally made people feel close to him. Although the queen beside him has shown signs of age, she is still elegant and beautiful. They boarded the carriage calmly, seemingly not caring about the danger ahead. The three princes and four princesses also had a royal demeanor and were neither noisy nor noisy. However, more than a dozen imperial concubines and numerous royal relatives were crying and unwilling to board the train. However, in front of the soldiers' swords, they had to get into the car one by one with their hastily packed belongings.

The leading officer had quietly asked Rogge several times whether he wanted to kill all these people on the way. Rogge also hesitated, but ultimately refused the temptation to eradicate the problem.

"Well...it's better to let the emperor have a headache." Rogge thought to himself.

Roger's heart had already flown back to Richelieu. The religious war in the north has entered a feverish state, because Mora and all the fanatical mages are busy following the goddess to attack the Delaware Empire. As a result, the Eye of Wisdom believers lack sufficient support and established in the Asrophek Empire. Nearly all the churches were destroyed, and even the Eye of Wisdom's great temple in Dresden was attacked once.

As for the unyielding Principality of Serkeli, let this credit be given to Pompey for the time being. Rogge thought, the religious war was more important.

No matter how anxious the fat man is, it will take a few days for the occupied Tiffany to initially settle down. There were too many things to worry about and give him a headache.

When the floating city flew north, except for the two dragons, there were only the three kings of the death world and Feng Yue, who didn't know whether he had woken up. The other strong men and Mora stayed in Tiffany. Rogge figured out what Odaireh meant was to let these strong men stay to assist him. But since they are strong men, most of them have some quirks.

For example, Winner, who is one of the top ten magicians as a great alchemist, has an extremely hot temper these days. He condescended to surrender, but as a result, he failed to build a floating city, and he failed to sit down and talk with the lich from another plane. Therefore, he locked himself in the laboratory on the tower every day, claiming that he would not go anywhere except the floating city and Tiffany. Since he couldn't go to the floating city, it would be a good idea to stay and repair his beloved Tiffany.

Rogg couldn't do anything to him. Wen Naken's surrender is already a great thing, so naturally he cannot be forced too hard. But he couldn't be allowed to stay here alone, so Rogge asked Death Squad to stay in Tiffany and told him to secretly monitor Winner. However, seeing the way the Death Squad smiled and took out the rapier and looked at it every time he had free time, Rogge really couldn't rest assured. The rapier of the Death Class is indeed a good thing. The constantly changing and alternating khaki and light blue lights represent the two negative effects of slowness and aging respectively. However, Rogge has seen many magic weapons of this level. He really doesn't understand why the Death Squad is so obsessed with it.

Roger asked, but the Death Squadron just smiled and gave him a contemptuous look, which meant that you were not knowledgeable enough and what I told you was in vain.

Androni wanders around Tiffany every day. Every time Rogge sensed her, he found that she was moving at high speed, as if she was looking for something.

As for Hughes, he stayed with Froya all the time, drinking tea and tasting the magic medicine as fruit, as leisurely as he wanted. Rogge repeatedly asked the old fox for advice on his future behavior, but each time he only received this sentence: "As long as you always follow the glorious guidance of the goddess, you will naturally receive God's protection."

The pious tone and sacred posture of Hughes when he said this could fool most people in the world, but Rogge firmly did not believe it. As an elf, Hughes has never mentioned Shiloh since Audreyh appeared. The piety of faith is evident from this.

In addition, two old guys also gave him a headache. Robosky wanted to be the Lord of Tiffany City, while Etter wanted to lead the army. They were nagging in his ears every day. Rogge finally decided to take the two to the imperial capital first, while Tiffany was guarded by Wallace. As for Aite's request to lead the troops, we will slowly figure it out later.

This magic swordsman's personal strength is sufficient. Level 11 Dou Qi plus level 6 magic power is enough to fight against a warrior with Level 13 Dou Qi without losing. However, if Aite had only cultivated fighting spirit, he would have had level 14 fighting spirit by now.

However, personal strength has nothing to do with leadership ability. The entire southeastern front is surrounded by dangers, and the situation is completely different from when he led the Dragon and Beauty mercenaries to fight in groups. Rogge didn't want his brother to die on the battlefield just after they reunited.

No matter where he goes these days, Rogge will take Mei with him, and he can't help restraining her fighting spirit. As before, Mei was doing her job as an adjutant conscientiously. But she knew very well that once she showed the consciousness of resisting or escaping, Rogge's instant death magic would immediately fall on her head. And after her death, the true **** will be revealed.

Finally, the extremely busy Rogge took care of Tiffany's affairs, and the 10,000-strong army was ready to set off at any time.

Roger stood on the main building of the palace. Except for Winner's magic tower, this is the tallest building in Tiffany, enough to overlook the entire imperial capital. It seems that the former emperor is also a man with great ambition. Although he is not well-known, he can definitely be regarded as a promising emperor for being able to lead a small empire to contend with the Asrophek Empire for so many years.

Late at night, everything is silent.

Tiffany is in order during the day, but the prosperity at night cannot be restored overnight. The bars and brothels, with lights on all night and bustling with people, were obviously depressed. Except for the mercenaries or adventurers who came to dig for gold, there were almost no locals. The streets and alleys were even more empty, except for the occasional sound of hooves from the imperial cavalry passing by.

The blue moon has passed its zenith, and night fog envelopes Tiffany in the cold night. As far as the eye can see, thousands of lights form yellow or white haloes in the mist, bringing a lot of warmth to the cold night.

Mei has gone to rest. Since that time, she behaved absolutely calmly and seemed to have accepted her fate.

Roger took a breath and watched the dense white fog dissipate in the night sky. Only now could he take a break. He suddenly felt that he seemed to be busy running about other people's affairs now, but he had never understood the things around him. From the moment he first met Rodriguez, eight years had passed in the blink of an eye.

He looked towards the north, which was the direction in which the floating city disappeared. In that flying castle, there was Fengyue who he cared about most.

Pubs have always been a good place for sleepless people. Although the grand occasion is far less than before, Tiffany's largest "Bear and Cow" pub is still very lively. Although it is almost full, customers still push the door in from time to time. Adventurers, travelers and mercenaries don't care which family's flag is on the wall.

However, the atmosphere in the tavern is unusually solemn now.

The tavern was originally a place where people of all kinds gathered, and people of other races were not uncommon. But this was the first time an underground dwarf appeared in this tavern. All kinds of wine were piled on the table in front of the underground dwarf. He had to stand on the chair to get the wine bottles. The underground dwarf was wrapped in a tattered black robe. Although he was small, he had a large capacity for drinking. He had already drank several pots of different spirits in a short time, and he was still not drunk at all.

What surprised the well-informed people was that the underground dwarf was accompanied by a beautiful woman they had never seen before! She had an arrogance that completely matched her beauty, and she was just tasting the wine one glass at a time. , not even bothering to look at anyone in the tavern.

There are many capable mercenaries or adventurers drinking in the tavern. They have already seen that this beautiful woman who is beyond imagination is very, very weak in combat power. Such a woman coming to this tavern alone is like a lamb in the wolf's den! Could it be that she was counting on the underground dwarf to protect her?

But there was such a strange majesty about that woman that no one in the crowded tavern was willing to sit within a few meters of her. Not only that, those fierce warriors didn't even look at her. I couldn't stay with her for a moment longer. As long as that beautiful figure comes into view, an invisible force will come quietly, and they will subconsciously look away.

Finally, the woman raised her head, her indifferent eyes sweeping across the entire hall. Her eyes were obviously expressionless, but several of the strongest guys suddenly had a feeling that this beautiful woman who seemed weak and helpless was looking at everyone in the tavern with the critical eyes of a veteran diner looking at food, letting them He turned his head away hurriedly.

But their eyes would still turn back involuntarily, not at the unparalleled and beautiful woman, but at the strange spear stuck beside her. This gun seemed to be carved from a single piece of crystal, almost transparent, with silver like clouds and smoke flowing inside the gun. Everyone who saw it seemed to hear the war gun shouting and roaring angrily!

"Artifact?" A beautiful and dangerous word quietly emerged in everyone's mind.

Ha! The underground dwarf drank a large glass of strong mint julep in the blink of an eye and exhaled with great satisfaction.

"Master Wella, wine is such a good thing! It turns out that after having physical sensations, the world is so beautiful!" the underground dwarf said with emotion. It is also unable to use mental waves to communicate with its owner, and can only use words. But no one could understand what the deep dwarf said, because it spoke dragon language.

Wella only licks a little of each wine on the tip of her tongue. After savoring it carefully, she throws the whole bottle of wine aside. She was noncommittal about the deep dwarf's sentiments.

Perhaps because he drank too much wine, the underground dwarf was a little more courageous than before, not to mention that it felt a little wronged: "Master Weina, why did Master Fengyue leave suddenly? She actually abandoned the loyal Grigory, and would rather take those three guys from the world of death and the silver dragon who only knows how to fight!"

Weina seemed to be thinking about something and replied after a long time: "Your master Feng Yue has made up her mind to concentrate on being her goddess. Gregory, every time he calls Feng Yue, doesn't he Can you hear it too?"

Gregory immediately nodded and said: "Yes! Master's Lord... ah no, he has become accustomed to calling me when he calls Master Feng Yue. In fact, even if he doesn't call me, because with Master Feng Yue I can also know the existence of the soul contract."

Gregory was used to calling his master his master, but since he had one more master, every time he called Rogge his master's master, he would be punished by Master Wella. However, old habits die hard, and Gregory still often slips his tongue.

Weina pondered for a moment and said: "Gregory, when he summons Fengyue in the future, you must tell me immediately!"

Gregory was just halfway through his struggle with a large glass of ten-year-old brandy. He was startled when he heard this and immediately said: "Master Wella, you..."

It must ask clearly. The deep dwarf did not want to get involved in the war between the two masters.

"When he calls Fengyue again in the future, I will go for her." Weina said calmly.

"You...are you going?"

Weina smiled lightly and said, "Yes! And I'll be there when you call me."

The underground dwarf thought hard for a moment and showed an expression of sudden realization, but then he remembered something and said: "But every time Master Fengyue appears, he has passed through space. You are still very weak now, it seems... OK The elephant can't do this yet. Do you think we should add some strength here first?"

Weina looked around, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "They have too little power, and they look dirty. I'm not interested."

The two big ears of the underground dwarf twitched slightly, and they immediately took in these extremely important words. Gregory suddenly felt that the tattered Shadow Hidden Robe on his body looked more and more cute. Although it was a bit worn, at least it would not attract the attention of Master Weina. However, the deep gnomes have a long-term view and are determined to avoid future troubles.

"Master Wella, that woman named Androni is chasing you every day. Her power is strong and pure. Why don't you just..."

Wella stared at the underground dwarf, and her sharp gaze almost froze him! She was actually worried about Androni's constant entanglement, and she had the urge to swallow her whole. But that was all she could think about, but this underground dwarf was still provoking her already weak defense line.

Wine is indeed a good thing. It can magnify the true desires in people's hearts without limit.

A swordsman with a cold face, smelling of alcohol, stood up and asked sinisterly: "Little girl, where did you steal that gun?"

Everyone in the tavern looked at the fighting spirit shining on the swordsman, and at Wella who had no sense of strength. They all waited quietly to see what would happen.

Wella tapped her fingers lightly on the table, and a strong wind suddenly formed behind the swordsman, whistling and hitting the vital parts of his waist. The swordsman was taken aback, thinking that someone was attacking from behind, and instinctively jumped up! However, a steel table knife appeared above the swordsman's head at an unknown moment, and when he rushed with all his strength, it immediately sank the handle into his forehead.

Looking at the swordsman who fell in front of Wella, there was silence in the tavern. Weina smiled coldly and reached out to lift the Dragon Soul War Gun.

"Master Wella!" the underground dwarf shouted untimely. "He...he seems to be summoning Master Fengyue again."

A strong wind suddenly blew in the tavern! Wella waved her hand and summoned the demon lotus, flying across the air.

After the calm~IndoMTL.com~the underground dwarf suddenly found himself alone among a group of ferocious men by his master.

As soon as Wella left, the pressure that suppressed everyone in the tavern immediately disappeared. As soon as people's minds cleared up, their greed for the Dragon Soul Gun was immediately reborn. They slowly surrounded the lonely and weak underground dwarf, preparing to capture it to see if they could torture anything out of it.

Gregory was stunned.

The next moment, there is only one thing in people's consciousness, and that is fear!

The surging dragon power instantly overwhelmed everything in the tavern! In front of this natural dragon power originating from the sacred dragon, the completely unprepared people were all knocked to the ground by fear, and they could not even move their bodies. All power has been lost!

The underground dwarf drew out his dagger, howled and jumped around, and stabbed a few thugs he particularly disliked with his sword before walking away.

As it walked, it muttered: "Hmph! Never underestimate an underground dwarf who can speak dragon language..."

But Gregory also said this sentence in dragon language. No one could understand it, which made all his hard work in vain.