After sending Mora away, Roger took a short rest and set off for the military camp of the Ticton warriors. The first batch of thirty sets of heavy armor specially created for the Ticton warriors had been transported from the Oracle City. He wanted to see with his own eyes how effective these heavy armors were and whether they were suitable for the Ticton warriors.

Creating this batch of heavy armor is time-consuming and laborious, and it is expensive. With the ability to fight this set of heavy armor, ten sets of high-quality armor for ordinary knights have been created.

The Ticton warriors have been fighting beasts in the mountains for many years, and have always been wearing light and short armor. The weapons and armor production craftsmanship of the Ticton tribe who have lived in the mountains for a long time are very rough. Not to mention that they cannot compare with dwarves and elves, even the manufacturing level of ordinary human countries is not as strong as that of ordinary human countries. Zagur's giant bow is extremely powerful, but in terms of craftsmanship and magic attributes, not only is it far inferior to weapons like the Elf King's Bow, but even the several high-quality magical longbows of the Elf tribe are much stronger than it. Even such a longbow does not look like it was made by the Tictons themselves.

In Roger's eyes, the lack of equipment in Ticton warriors cannot be compensated with extraordinary force. Equipment can be bought, but elite warriors cannot be bought. Like the dark side of the moon, any damage to the strong and fierce Ticton warriors will make him feel very painful. With these equipment from the hands of the elves, Ticton warriors will greatly improve their combat effectiveness or survival rate.

When he stepped into the Ticton military camp, the thirty Ticton warriors inside were already wearing heavy armors shining with green light, and were experimenting with various movements. They screamed and were very unaccustomed to this armor. Several elves craftsmen were escorting the group of armors. They kept adjusting the position of the armor and recording the requirements of the Ticton warriors for the armor. However, these elves craftsmen were extremely indifferent to the Ticton warriors, as if they had some hatred.

Although they felt very uncomfortable with the heavy armor of all their bodies, they loved the steel tomahawks they brought together. This batch of tomahawks was extremely heavy, and even the thick axe handle was made of stainless steel, shining with green light. The blade of the tomahawks was faintly exposed, and it was obviously strengthened after being trained by magic flames. The weight of nearly 100 kilograms was not a problem for the Ticton warriors, but for ordinary human warriors, being brought to a point of edge by such a tomahawk was a fatal blow.

The heavy arrow throwing spear that Ticton warriors liked was also sent to the City of Oracle for research. Each Ticton warrior's spear throwing weight and throwing skills are different. In Charlie's view, this unit has great potential to dig. Only when the spear throwing movements are uniform can the power be maximized. In Roger's eyes, the difference in the light, weight, length and length of the spear throwing is a huge waste. He decided that in addition to those warriors with special skills, ordinary Ticton warriors will use standard spear throwing. This is easy to produce and not much cost.

Zagur was also on the court. Seeing Rogge coming, he put down the heavy armor in his hand and came forward.

"How about it, Lord Zagur, are you still adapting to these heavy armor?"

"It's a bit awkward to wear it, and the movements are not so flexible. But these full-body armors are really not ordinary! Our craftsmen in Ticton will never make such good armor and battle axes!" Zagur's voice was heroic, and he was not afraid of the weaknesses of the Ticton tribe. "In my opinion, this thing will be of great use on the battlefield! When I was fighting the Duchy of Snow Falcon, I had a headache with one of their heavy infantry units. Their armor was very thick and difficult to cut through. And I think these heavy armors are twice as thick as those heavy infantrymen. Lord Rog, don't worry! My children can carry this turtle shell!"

Roger nodded and said, "It's good that Lord Zagur can understand my painstaking efforts. Another thing is that I heard recently that some unpleasant things happened to several Ticton warriors and my elves. I want to know what's going on?"

Zagur was stunned and turned around and asked, "Is this happening?"

Maya, a female warrior who had competed with Rogge, replied: "Uncle Zagur, that's it. Yesterday Tate met several elf warriors. He felt that being a magician or other profession in the form of an elf is OK, but it's too slim to be a warrior. Later... Later... he had some conflicts with those elf warriors, and Tate injured several elfs. But afterwards, I apologized to those elfs on behalf of Tate."

Rog looked at Zagur calmly. Zagur's face became increasingly ugly, and he cursed in a low voice, saying, "Damn, this Tate knew to cause trouble for me! Maya, if you don't watch him in the future, he will never be allowed to step out of the barracks!"

Maya agreed and was about to leave when Rogge called him down.

"Wait! Maya, you said just now that you were going to apologize, not Tate himself? And," Roger frowned and looked at Zagul and said, "Mr. Zagul, you have been the leader for so many years. You should know that justice is the most important quality of a leader. Tate injured several ordinary elf archers. Does this act help the reputation of Ticton warriors? And he himself is unwilling to apologize, dare not do but do, and refuses to admit his mistakes after doing something wrong. Is this what a warrior should do? If you are in my position and this happens, what will you do?"

"Mayra" said Maya very respectful tone, "The Ticton warrior only respects the real strong man. The elves are not suitable for warriors. This sentence is not wrong. Tate is irritable, but he is still restrained. Those elves are not seriously injured. This is because the elves' physical constitution is too weak, so they are injured by Tate's not-so-powerful attack."

Since he was almost killed by Rogue in the battle, Mayra's attitude towards Rogue has completely changed. As she said, Ticton's warriors only respect the strong.

"Mayra! Shut up! Go and hang Tate up and whip him hard! Tap him until he can't get up! Then don't let him leave the barracks for a month!" Zagur shouted angrily.

Roger smiled and said, "Sir Zagur, this can't be completely blamed on Tate. If you want to blame, I should blame me for canceling the last two competitions. Do you still remember Andre, the swordsman who ended the first game that day?"

Zagur's face looked ugly, but he nodded. He knew very well that with Androni's sword, he could only support him for a while.

"All I can say is that there are warriors in my elves who are stronger than Andre." Roger said with a smile.

"This is impossible!" Maya shouted in disbelief.

"Mayra! Why are you so rude? Will Lord Rog lie?" Zagur shouted softly. He turned to Lord Rog again and said, "Lord Rog, I'm really sorry! My children are not used to the peaceful life in front of us, nor are they used to getting along with outsiders. I will restrain them in the future."

"It's okay, Lord Zagur. The calm in front of me is only temporary. I will soon send someone to explain the special tactics of heavy infantry. Lord Zagur, don't worry, the Ticton soldiers will soon have the opportunity to prove their courage and value on the battlefield."

Roger thought for a while and said, "Mr. Zagur, I don't know much about the fighting style of the Ticton warriors. If you think there are some areas worth improving in our heavy infantry tactics, please come up with it."

After returning to the Grand Duke's Mansion, Roger stayed alone in the study, thinking about the Ticton warriors. These warriors were used to being free and arrogant, and almost had no military discipline. Their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. Tate was not a big deal to injure the elves, but he could not be neglected. Although he was the envoy of the elves and had supreme authority in the elves and could easily suppress the dissatisfied voices, if such a thing happened again in the human army in the future, it would not be so easy to settle. It seems that military discipline should be the most important part of training the Ticton warriors in the future.

He was thinking, the door opened gently, and Froya walked in. She walked straight to Roger, sat on his large desk, and looked at Roger provocatively.

"Your Highness, why are you here? Judging from your appearance, you must have any good news to tell me, right?"

"Yes, there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?"

Roger smiled slightly, patted Froya's little hand and said, "Whatever you want, you think you like it."

The little goblin smiled and said, "Damn fat man, never forget to take advantage of it. Have you taken less advantage of it these days? Okay, let me tell you, the good news is that the dragon poison has been refined successfully! It should be effective for the silver dragon, but unfortunately it cannot be tried. It has special effects on other dragons."

Rog was overjoyed, picked up Froya, turned around twice, and then kissed her heavily in one go.

The little fairy smiled, blocked a small hand in Roger's mouth, and said, "Don't worry, there is still bad news!"

Roger was stunned and asked, "What bad news?"

"This poison is not only effective for the silver dragon, but also for other creatures, but also has miraculous effects. Think about it, even the silver dragon that is basically immune to poison is so poisonous that it can resist it?"

When Roger heard this, he couldn't help frowning. The Dragon Slaying Spear was too fierce and evil, and with this huge poison, it wouldn't work. From now on, the Dragon Slaying Spear wouldn't be able to leave any survivors under the gun. In that case, the Dragon Slaying Spear would become a weapon that cannot be used at will.

Froya hooked Roger's neck with her hands and looked into his eyes deeply: "Little Roger, why do you want me to study this poison? Could it be that there will be a silver dragon to seek revenge on you? Who is Nicholas who said the 'Silver Miracle' that day? Is it the silver dragon to take revenge? We killed the silver dragon that day, how could the news be leaked?"

Roger smiled bitterly and said, "You ask me, how can I know? God knows why the silver dragon must come to me. But people like the Death Class should not be idle enough to come and scare me." He still had a hidden worry, and even Seus would not get him such a dragon-slaying gun for no reason.

"Fatty! That death class took the initiative to deliver a girl to you, but you didn't accept it. It's really strange. Have you become a good person? And, how many women have you secretly gotten on my back?"

Roger snorted and said, "That girl is not so easy to accept? Do you think I don't want the Death God Clan to stand on my side? But this kind of person is not so easy to deceive. I really don't feel anything about the girl, and it's completely a lie to say how sincere she will treat her. By then, the Death God Clan discovers the truth. In this anger, wouldn't I really invite a Death God back?"

Froya stared deeply at Roger's eyes, hooked his neck and slowly closed his arms, and said softly and charmingly: "Little Roger, don't ask, there are many deaths around you! For example, I..."

Her red lips were round and tender, as if water was about to drip out, and it seemed to be opened and closed, constantly expanding in front of Roger's eyes. Then, a cool and smooth feeling came from his lips, and a hot fragrance penetrated into his lips flexibly. Roger tightened his hands, and the force was so strong that Froya rolled in her throat with a gentle moan.

Roger was careful at first, always paying attention to Froya's reaction. She half-closed her eyes, her arms tighter and tighter, and her breathing was as fast as she could, without any discomfort.

His eyes also closed, and he was concentrating on enjoying the rare tenderness of this moment.

With a loud bang, the door was knocked open!

"Sir Roger, there is something big about it..." Charlie suddenly discovered this erotic scene and couldn't help swallowing the following words.

The little fairy and Roger separated. Their skin was far from Charlie's imagination. Froya was still sitting on Roger's thighs, hooking his neck tightly, and had no intention of getting off. She looked like Charlie had to continue to play when she left. Seeing that she refused to get off, Roger would naturally not take the initiative to drive her lower body. Her big hand still hugged her slender waist and kept stroking her up and down.

Charlie coughed, covered up his slight embarrassment, and returned to his usual calmness: "Master Rogge, this news also has something to do with His Highness Froya. The news just came from the south that the Principality of Bavaria took a day to capture Roschel, and the magician Jero and the great warlock Lhasa were seriously injured and barely escaped back to Rhine."

"What!" Roger and Froya exclaimed in unison!

Roscher, who has two great magicians to assist in defense, was defeated, and he was defeated so miserably and so thoroughly!

Roger calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Charlie, are there any detailed reports on this battle?"

Froya also lost her usual calmness and jumped off Roger and asked anxiously: "Is my master's injury serious? How could he be injured? When I left, I had already returned the 'Nation of Sin' to him! Was it the old bastard Proses?"

Charlie smiled bitterly and said, "This is a news brought by a business traveler from the south. It must have been distorted after it has been spread. However, the news said that Proses had never taken action in this siege battle. Now we don't know the number of casualties and the mobilization of troops on both sides, so we have no way of knowing the situation of the day. Maybe we need to wait a few more days to wait until there is more detailed news in the south. Princess Froya, don't worry, the news I got from several channels said that neither Masters of Jero and Lhasa were dead, but successfully escaped back to Rhine when the city was broken."

Fuluya put down her snacks a little and said, "This is possible. My master has a teleportation magic wand. Although it can be used many times, it should be fine to teleport two people after setting up the magic array at both ends in advance."

Roger was walking in the room repeatedly, and he couldn't suppress the shock in his heart!

For a long time, compared with the warriors who have obtained the holy name, the great magicians are even more fearful. The magicians that the top ten magicians are good at are different, but for ordinary people, their power is the same terrifying. On the battlefield, a cloud of fire in Yero can easily take the lives of hundreds of soldiers. A strange space creature summoned by Lhasa who can communicate with the different planes is enough to tear dozens of knights into pieces. However, this has not taken into account their endless magic equipment, a large number of low-level magic casting abilities, etc. Once the great magician successfully launches high-level magic, even the same-level holy realm warriors often have to escape in panic.

For many years, the great magician has been a symbol of invincibility.

Only the powerful people in the Holy Realm can deal with the powerful people in the Holy Realm. This is a deeply rooted belief among people. The Dro Empire dared to confront the Church of Light and wanted to marry the Rhine Alliance. In addition to its own strong national strength, another important reason was that it wanted to recruit two great magicians, Jero and Lhasa. The Rhine Alliance came from many places between the two great empires of Austro-Hungary and Dro, but still dared to launch wars everywhere, and did not take the Church of Light seriously. One important reason was that it had three powerful people in the Holy Realm. No country's royal family was willing to offend multiple people in the Holy Realm at will. Even if they could defend against the attack of a hundred thousand troops, they only needed a great magician who sneaked in secret.

Therefore, although Roschel had only 10,000 defenders, and the siege troops of the Principality had a total of 100,000. However, with two great magicians to assist in the defense, no matter how many troops there were to siege the city, the best strategy was to siege and not attack. The last time Marshal Rochelio adopted this strategy, and only siege and do not attack the fortress guarded by the two great magicians. At the same time, he divided his troops to march towards the hinterland of the Rhine Alliance, and finally forced the two magicians to retreat to Roschel.

This time the Bavarian Principal Alliance besieged Roschel, and everyone still thought that Marshal Rochelleo would use the same tactics, divide his troops around Roschel, and fight the Rhine League to the death at the city of Rhine. After all, under the escort of the city defense, the great magician can launch magic to attack the opponent with all his strength, and his power will be increased exponentially.

But to everyone's surprise, this time, Marshal Rochelleo actually attacked Roschel, and in one battle, forcing the two great magicians to escape from the distance with injuries!

The myth of an era has finally been shattered.

Roger looked up for a long time, looked at Charlie. Although the two did not speak, they both understood what each other meant. With one 10 yards, Roschel would definitely not be able to defend. The key at the moment is how many people Roschel lost. The previous best strategy for attacking a city with a great magician to help defend the city was to siege but not attack. The main reason was that they were afraid that the troops would suffer too much casualties. If Marshal Roschel lost more than 30,000 soldiers to attack a small city like Roschel, it would be equivalent to failure.

"Charlie, do you remember the terrain around Roschel?"

Charlie nodded.

Roger said: "Okay, you can make a Roscher's sand table as soon as possible. Let's study the battle tonight. Froya, come together. You know the magic power of Master Jero and Master Lhasa after all, you know more than any of us. By the way, call Andre too."

It's finally dawn.

Roger, Charlie, Froya and Androni walked out of the study. The night of sleep made their eyes look a little dark.

The results of repeated deductions this night were shocking.

According to the steps and tactics of normal siege battles, the two great magicians can appear in the most critical area of ​​the attack in time and use their magic to deal fatal blows to the siegemen. Especially in the battle at the top of the city, Roscher, who has two great magicians, is almost invincible. Combined with the results of various siege tactics, the attacking side will suffer more than 30,000 people.

With Androni and Froya's understanding of the two great magicians and the Rhine Alliance army, no matter what strategy and tactics the siege adopts, the defenders will always find the appropriate tactics to disintegrate the attacking side's attack.

Roger frowned. If Roschel was captured with more than 30,000 casualties, then victory would be meaningless. It would be better to force the two great magicians to leave Roschel according to the original tactics and then capture the empty defense city. Then fight the alliance to the death at the city of Rhine.

Charlie, who is good at military strategy, presided over the deduction. When it was almost dawn, several people in the room had already understood that the key to the defending party was that the magic of the two great magicians had the ability to instantly destroy hundreds of the most elite soldiers of the siege, thereby dismantling the attack of the siege. This was equivalent to enlarging the combat power of the defending party's soldiers several times. Because of this, a city with a defense of a large magician would become an unbreakable fortress. Even if the attacking party had ten times the strength of the troops, it could only use endless flesh and blood to assist a road to the city.

Froya was already very tired and said, "It seems that the casualties that will capture Roscher before the magic of my teacher and the Lhasa Warlock are exhausted."

Roger frowned and suddenly said, "Anyway, these soldiers seem to have to die. Why don't you give them to the two great magicians from the beginning? Once the two great magicians are exhausted, the next thing will be an ordinary siege battle?"

Charlie said in shock: "Mr. Roger, do you mean that the first attacking soldiers were sent to death?"

"Yes! Even the great magician's magic power is limited. Anyway, so many people will die. If they are killed at the beginning, there will be fewer soldiers who will die in the siege next! What's more, if we ask Mr. Proses to mix among ordinary soldiers and attack the city head, the two great magicians will probably be killed by one blow without being wary of it. So, I think they will definitely leave some magic power for emergency response, which means that the number of soldiers we use to die will be much less than normal. Come on, let's re-exercise again. This time, we first use elite soldiers to divide the troops into several ways and attack at the same time. After attacking the city head, once the two great magicians are determined, the ordinary soldiers and new soldiers who die will be sent to the two great magicians to kill!"

Death is inevitable in war, but death in battle is completely different from asking soldiers to die. This kind of magical act of seeking to consume the great magician with the lives of soldiers is simply unwilling to the spirit of the knights. In the Lion Heart Knights, the Lion Tooth Camp, which is specially used for charging and fighting, are composed of soldiers who commit death crimes. Moreover, after participating in a certain number of battles, they will be exempted from their death penalty and will be called out of the Lion Tooth Camp.

To put it bluntly, the act of intentionally sending soldiers to die is simply murder. Charlie, who has been in the military for a long time, knows that once this intention is leaked, it will not only be condemned by the world, but also often trigger a strong rebound among the soldiers, which will cause mutiny, which is not uncommon.

Except Rog, the other three people in the room knew Proses a little. They knew that this noble and conceited swordsman would never pretend to be an ordinary soldier to attack.

Charlie re-adjusted the siege strategy according to Roger's strategy and simulated four more sieges. After the results of these several times, Froya and Androni looked very ugly. Among the four sieges, the attacking side suffered the most losses of 16,000 people. After Charlie launched a full-scale attack in six places at the same time, he captured Roscher and the attacking side suffered only 13,000 people.

Charlie's face was also extremely ugly and said, "Yes, this should be the tactic."

Androni suddenly shouted: "My father is definitely not like this!" She suddenly brushed the sand table and rushed out of the study.

The remaining three people looked at each other and sighed inwardly. Rochelio used this tactic, which was impossible to be wrong. The key is, who thought of this tactic? Roger and Charlie repeatedly deduced possible tactics after predicting the outcome of this battle. It was because of Roger's ruthlessness, and only after he could not imagine, that he thought of the idea of ​​letting the soldiers die.

A huge shadow slowly passed through Rogue's heart, and he felt that in the vortex of the south, the undercurrent was far more surging than he expected.
Chapter completed!