Chapter Eleven Looking at the Countryside

After a storm, Roger finally rushed back to the imperial capital Richelieu. After he replaced his ragged robe, he immediately went to ask for the boss Sarah Wenger.

At this time, his energy and physical strength were almost at the limit, and Androni was far away in the Oracle City, so when he saw the boss, it was also a time when the fat man could take a break. Because as long as Roger was in the imperial palace, the goddess' wrath would naturally not occur.

It was already late at night.

In a remote hut in the imperial palace, the boss was sitting peacefully in the chair, looking at Rogge with a pair of turbid eyes expressionlessly. The dim magic flames kept jumping, and the dim yellow light made every wrinkle on the boss's face look particularly clear. It seemed that this old man in his twilight years might fall to the ground and sleep forever.

Roger and the boss were not polite or hustle and bustle. In front of this unfathomable old man, the less he talked, the less he made mistakes. Therefore, going straight to the point is a good choice.

He frowned, opened his mouth and spit out a large piece of dark brown moss, an unbearable stench immediately filled the room.

But the boss immediately had a bright look in his turbid eyes!

He stretched out his skinny hand and took the moss tremblingly. His other hand lit a few times in the air, and immediately a few balls of light lit up. The bright light interlaced from different angles, illuminating every corner of the moss without leaving any shadow.

Roger was a little shocked. These light balls were not magical light, but were condensed from Dou Qi, and were attributeless Dou Qi that did not have the function of luminous. But these Dou Qi were too condensing to emit dazzling light. Although this move was not as strange and unpredictable as when testing the Wrath of the Goddess of Nature that day, it was also a rare magical skill.

After a long time, the boss manager let out a long sigh. He raised his head and said slowly: "I really didn't expect that you would actually go to the Dragon Grave."

"It is worth it to be able to get dragon bone grass for the emperor no matter how dangerous it is."

The boss nodded, he stood up, took out a box of black silk satin, and carefully put the keel grass in. Then he sat down again.

The house is still filled with the stench that never dissipates, but it is the stench from the dragon bone grass. The dragon bone grass is extremely precious and is not something that ordinary people can think of. For many elderly people who are almost at the end of their lives, even if they smell a little bit of the dragon bone grass, it is good.

The boss thought for a moment and finally spoke: "The last time the empire went to the Dark Forest to make the purpose of the dragon bone grass that only appeared in the Dragon Grave. The emperor was ambitious and his ambition was not yet halfway through his youth, so of course he was unwilling to sleep here. In fact, there was a Dragon Grave in the deepest part of the Dark Forest. The empire had known about the Dragon Grave at the deepest part of the Dark Forest, but he had never sent troops. The real reason for being able to march this time is that Druid of Yunxiao City said that he could pray to the divine power of the Goddess of Nature to suppress the flame tyrants who had lived in the cracks of the abyss forever. If you want to enter the Dragon Grave, you must pass through the territory of the Flame Tyrants.

If the Druids could successfully suppress the Flame Tyrant, the imperial army would use the lives of most soldiers to attract the attention of the guardians of the Dragon Tombs, and then the strong men attacked the cemetery and took out the Dragon Bone Grass. Alas, before the army reached the territory of the Flame Tyrant, they had already suffered heavy losses by the endless monsters in the dark forest. Hey! Druid could not even suppress these monsters, so how could he suppress the owner of the Dark Forest and the Flame Tyrant in the cracks of the abyss? It was precisely because the Emperor had doubts about this that he ordered the withdrawal of troops on the spot. I thought it would be impossible to see the Dragon Bone Grass in his lifetime."

After saying such a long sentence, the boss seemed a little tired. He took a few breaths before continuing to ask: "I can see that you have achieved great success in the magic of the necromancer. It is possible to hide from the protection of the cemetery of the Dragon Tomb. But why did you escape the attention of the Flame Tyrant and travel through his territory?"

Rog said: "Lord Sara Wenger, the villain is lucky. This time, the Flame Tyrant left the gap in the abyss for some reason. So I was able to easily travel through his territory and retrieve the dragon bone grass for the emperor."

The boss nodded and said, "With your current magic power, I think I can't comfort the guardian of the Dragon Tomb, I should have sneaked into the cemetery. You are willing to take such a big risk to enter the dark forest, and your loyalty to the empire is already very clear. Don't worry, I will convey this loyalty to the emperor truthfully."

Roger was overjoyed and immediately bowed and thanked him.

At this time, the bright douqi light balls in the room had disappeared and the room returned to darkness. The boss's sharp eyes turned into turbidity again. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair. He heard the howling night wind outside the window, and slowly said: "Winter is coming."

Roger was stunned and could only continue vaguely: "Yes, you must pay attention to your health..."

The boss manager seemed not to hear Roger's words and said to himself: "Winter is the cruelest season in the north. There is no food on the snow-covered earth, and there is no grass for cattle and sheep to eat. Every winter, there is no idea how many young lives will be abandoned in the snow field and let them become the food for snow wolf. When the spring season comes, the only major event of the tribes wandering on the land of the north is to prepare for the food for the next winter. Unlike the rich south, the north is, behind the many killings, bloodshed and wars here, there is actually the simplest reason, food."

As Roger listened, a fine cold sweat began to seep from his forehead. As soon as the boss stopped, he immediately asked: "Now the empire is strong, as long as he has money, he can exchange it for food."

"In critical times, food can help you, but gold coins cannot be eaten."

Roger nodded heavily and sighed, "But it's winter now...it seems that I can only ask for help from my friends."

"In winter, food is the first priority. Although there is indeed friendship beyond life, the foundation of most friendship is still based on the quicksand of interests." The boss's low and hoarse voice hit Roger's heart one by one.

Roger was silent for a long time and finally said, "I am very wise and I can't think of a solution. I have to ask you to give me a way."

"There is a kind of blue-backed demon wolf on the wasteland. In winter, they can migrate thousands of miles for food and predate everywhere. If they really cannot find food and endanger the survival of the entire race, the wolves will fight for the position of the wolf king. The weak are therefore eliminated and will become the food for other survivors. Therefore, no matter how long the winter is and how rare the food is, the blue-backed demon wolf can always survive in the northern wasteland. However, in one winter, the wolf king has changed several terms, or the original one, which is unknown."

Roger nodded and said, "I understand, then let's predate first! But some of the original friends may have different ideas. Their voices are still very loud."

"When the night comes, people will rest, and the same is true for the Emperor. As long as the sound is not too loud, you will not wake up the Emperor."

Seeing that the boss showed a little tired look, Roger gave up.

When he went out, Roger suddenly thought that he didn't know if the boss would keep some keel-bone grass privately for his own use. Compared with other intelligent races, human lifespan is often much shorter. However, the relationship between power and lifespan growth that is very obvious in other intelligent races cannot be reflected in the strong humans.

Judging from historical records, as well as strong people in the Holy Land, some people can have hundreds of years of life, while others have a lifespan similar to ordinary people. It seems that this problem must be carefully asked the old fox of Seus in the future. This will not only help the fat man learn more about the world of these mysterious old guys, but also give him a clear understanding of the enemy's strength.

When he thought of Seus, Roger couldn't help but feel resentful. This old guy came and left as soon as he wanted, and he was elusive every day. He didn't show up for such a long time, and he didn't know what he was doing.

After returning to his residence, Roger immediately began to handle government affairs. His trip to the Dragon Tomb took a lot of time, so when he came back, various documents, secret reports and letters were already piled up.

He picked up the letter for a long time and drew out two secret letters. One was written by Kerry, the other was written by Duke Doriak, and the contents of the two letters were similar. They responded very enthusiastically to Roger's request to buy food from both places a month ago, saying that they were mobilizing food and that enough food would be transported into the Principal of Alay by the end of the year.

Roger smiled coldly and threw the two letters into the brazier beside the table.

Since Rog stepped out of the Central Mountains, the Principality of Are has been in wars one after another. After the Holy Alliance collapsed and the Principality was incorporated into the Aslofik Empire, the rebellion of the war-bound territory led by Bauhinia Butterfly damaged the Principality's vitality. After that, the military-abused policy implemented by Adeer has mobilized a large number of young and middle-aged people for military training, and largely abandoned large areas of farmland.

After several countries successively annexed, the Principality of Are not only expanded its territory several times, but also its population also expanded several times. However, the war burned the earth, and the grass and wheat were trampled into a mess by horses' hooves. As the autumn harvest season approached, Roger suddenly realized a serious problem, and his subordinates would have to face a hungry and cold winter.

Rog actually didn't care about these internal affairs at all, but after Shire's death, Adele, who lost his child, was not interested in government affairs. Without these two major help, the ills of the old and complex bureaucratic system of the Principality of Ale were exposed, forming a party for private purposes, reporting good news but not bad news, deceiving superiors and concealing subordinates, etc.

The severe situation of extreme food shortage was reported to Roger by Horn, who was in charge of intelligence. However, although General Horn was capable and loyal, he was busy laying and consolidating the intelligence network. This matter was equally important to the principality.

And on the other hand, Horn is a very excellent hunting dog, but not a diligent ox, and he is not suitable for government affairs.

Roger stood up and walked around the room with a gloomy face. Behind him, a chair quietly stretched out and turned into more than ten cat-like monsters. Their mouths were stretched out more than two inches long fangs, and they took light and silent steps and rushed towards Roger's back.

Roger suddenly turned around and shouted. More than ten small ferocious beasts were fixed on the spot and could not move! Only one escaped the shackles of magic and rushed up with a roar!

The fat man sneered, reached out and grabbed the ferocious beast in the air, and tore it into two pieces with one force! Despite this, Roger's heart still couldn't vent his anger. He strode forward and beat the ferocious beasts that were decreed by the magic one by one, and then he could calculate the anger in his chest.

The fat man gasped and his angry heart calmed down a little. He walked to a large map of the empire and surrounding areas hanging on the wall, and carefully pondered the future situation.

Three days later, Rogue was unexpectedly summoned to the imperial palace.

In the maple leaf hall, which is famous for its beautiful scenery in late autumn, more than a dozen of the most important ministers of the empire were already sitting inside. On the throne in the center, Emperor Feuerbach looked red and energetic, as if he was ten years younger. The emperor was in a very good mood and was constantly talking and laughing with his ministers.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Roger entered the Maple Leaf Hall and sat in the lowest position. The gate of the Maple Leaf Hall was immediately closed behind him.

The Emperor looked around the audience and said, "November ago, Duke Frederick suddenly fell seriously ill and died of healing. You all know this news. This time you are summoned to discuss the ownership of the 'Tidal' Legion and the combat strategy of the southeast front of the empire. You don't have to be scruples, speak freely! Alexander, you start first!"

After thinking for a while, Alexander began to state the strategy of the southeast front of the empire. He talked for a long time, but did not mention the matter of the "Tidal" Legion. Pompei discussed all about strategies and tactics, completely avoiding the ownership of the "Tidal" Legion. After Pompei, the ministers followed suit and avoided talking about the "Tidal" Legion.

After all the powerful officials made the speech, it was finally Roger's turn. Although the fat man was determined to fight back to the south, he had never considered the strategic issues of the Southeast Front. Before Frederick committed suicide, it was nothing to do with Roger. However, the fat man could still deal with this situation. He copied everything and brought all the views that everyone had reached in the previous speeches, and trembled out as his own opinion. In this way, although he could not have any outstanding points, he would never make a fool of this unprepared issue.

Seeing that everyone was already ‘speaking freely’, Emperor Feuerbach coughed, and the maple leaf hall immediately became silent.

"The 'Tide' Legion was divided into two, and the 123rd Corps was under the command of Pompei, and together with the Sea God Legion were responsible for attacking the Duchy of Lusen. The 456th Corps was commanded by Rogge, and then 40,000 troops were drawn from the Principal of Alay to be responsible for attacking the Principal of Secret and the Delaware Empire. This appointment took effect immediately! Rogge, Pompei, you will go back and prepare and arrive at the front-line base in a month. That's it!"

Without waiting for the shocked ministers to speak, Emperor Feuerbach stood up and left. The boss, who had always followed the emperor, looked at Rogue meaningfully when he left.

Not only were the powerful ministers full of surprise on their faces, but even Roger himself spoke loudly and could not believe the orders the emperor had just issued.

The three major legions of the Empire have been fighting for many years, and the army is full of elite soldiers with extremely strong combat power. The "Tidal" legion has 80,000 troops, and the combat power can be imagined. Most of the special arms and mages in the "Tidal" legion are allocated to the 1,200 corps. In terms of force, the first three corps also account for 50,000. However, the last three corps with 30,000 soldiers are also a huge force. In the eyes of the Imperial soldiers, the rookie new army in the Duchy of Roger was also given to the "Tidal" legion to dig fortresses and lift weapons. If you really want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, it will probably have a more negative effect.

In this regard, Roger also knew himself. Except for less than 10,000 veterans in the Principal of Are, all were inadequately trained recruits. On the dark side of the moon, the Ticton warriors and the Spartan knights combined were less than 2,000. In a large-scale war, this number was not enough to reverse the situation. Therefore, Emperor Feuerbach asked Roger to draw 40,000 troops from the Principality to the Southeast Front, which was just a step.

In fact, there is another deep meaning in this. According to the tradition of the empire, when the army recruited by the vassal states was recruited, the military equipment, salary and pension of the recruited troops were borne by the empire. In normal times, this expense was nothing to a vassal state, but for the Duchy of Alay, whose treasury was empty and the granary was at the bottom, it was equivalent to the empire paying for Rogge to raise 40,000 troops.

Apart from timely help, Roger can no longer think of a better adjective at this moment.

Rog, who owns a country, was already a powerful official in the empire. Now he has obtained the most elite 30,000 "Tidal" warriors, and his power immediately rose to another level. The eyes of the powerful ministers looking at him were completely different at this moment. However, on the faces that suddenly became much more enthusiastic, the deep doubts could not be concealed.

How could the most elite half of the empire suddenly be handed over to the hands of a surrendered general who had served the empire for less than a year?

Although they were confused, the result could not be changed. However, these scheming guys only looked at the results, regardless of the process. When they saw Roger's power soaring, they immediately changed their faces.

Pompei and Roger left the Maple Leaf Hall side by side, and he said intimately: "Mr. Roger, I really didn't expect to fight with you again so soon. We may not be able to do something that Frederick couldn't do for more than ten years! Lord. Roger, you have a heavy responsibility, but you must work hard! Don't be punished by me to take away the Delaware Empire first and take away the credit!"

Roger laughed and said proudly: "Don't worry, Lord Pompei! I won't take it lightly. But then again, you must be careful that the few small priests in your hands fall into my hands!"

The two of them walked out of the palace with laughter and laughter. When they were about to reach the gate of the imperial palace, Pompei finally distanced himself from Roger and left. Roger knew that Pompei knew very well that he had been hit by the wrath of the Goddess of Nature. As long as he walked a few more steps towards the gate of the imperial palace, the mysterious force that suppressed the wrath of the Goddess of Nature would disappear.

It seems that Pompey is very clear about the existence and scope of this mysterious power. Beyond this power, staying by Roger's side becomes a very dangerous thing.

Looking at Pompei's leaving figure, the fat man still had a slightly smug smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

As soon as he returned home, Roger immediately sent several secret letters to the Principality, instructing the Bauhinia Butterfly to reorganize the army immediately, pick up 40,000 potential new recruits, and prepare to march towards the southeast front of the empire. On the other hand, Roger sent people to find Dulin's whereabouts in the central mountains, and needed to determine his investigation results and whether he defected.

The fat man hesitated for a while and finally wrote the third secret letter. The letter asked the Ticton warriors and the Spartan Knights to prepare for war. When he arrived at the principality, he would immediately go to war with the army.

After Rogge was about to return to the city of Oracle, he would bring all the elves with him. Once these elite troops were lost, it would make him feel very painful. However, although Rogge did not believe such nonsense as "the fate of a warrior is to sleep on the battlefield forever." If Rogge often goes through the baptism of war, even the most powerful army will gradually become mediocre.

He deliberately tried to open the door to the south and use the power of wild warriors from the north to level the opponents in front of him.

In fact, Roger himself is a little confused now. The reason why he has supported him for crazy pursuit of power and power for so long is whether it was the sudden outbreak of love at the beginning, or the paranoia that has long become a habit.

The jumping rhythm of the magic flames in the room suddenly changed a little.

Roger's pupils shrank slightly, and he was still reading the file as if nothing had happened, as if he had no idea that someone had quietly sneaked into the magic barrier he set up.
Chapter completed!