Chapter 12 Lost

Although the Three Thousand Elves Warriors used the banner of Roger, the Three Thousand Elves were equivalent to three thousand piles of gold coins.

The temptation of huge interests is enough to make people crazy, making them unable to see the sharpness of the swords and arrows in the hands of the elves. As for Rogue's banner, to be fair, it is more of a despised object in the empire, and it is really no deterrent.

Therefore, the elves walking on the empire land are like a blood flower floating in the sea, and the sweet taste attracts a group of greedy and bloodthirsty sharks.

Within two days, nearly a hundred teams of ill-hearted guys stopped this team of elves. Among them were adventurers, bounty hunters, round-trial criminals, and even mercenaries. Of course, they did not dare to expect to capture the entire team of elves, but it was still possible to capture a few sentinels when the moon was dark and the wind was high. For these people, this level of gain could be considered a fortune.

Regarding this situation, the provincial governor Duke Doriak naturally would not sit idly by. He immediately expressed his desire to send troops to escort along the way. However, the imperial bureaucracy was inefficient. By the time Doriak's troops were transferred, Roger had already traveled through his province. On the other hand, the combat effectiveness of Doriak's troops was far inferior to that of Roger's elves. At that time, who would protect whom?

Moreover, after being reminded by the boss Sarah Wenger, Roger was a little more wary of this seemingly mediocre Duke Doriac.

However, Rogge is no longer the unfounded magician when he led the elves out of the Central Mountains that day. His current power is even a small group of people who can say a few words about the great affairs of the empire.

In order to save most of the elves at his hands, he had to endure many things. But now, he is no longer an unknown fat man who can bully anyone.

Roger had a long time ago made a decision for the people following behind him. Only blood can polish his eyes blinded by greed.

Two days before entering the province, the hunters behind the elves were still watching the movements, but on the third night, some hunters finally couldn't help but take action. But this time, they were really wrong.

In terms of personal strength, small group combat cooperation, well-equipped, and even at night combat level, hunters are better than ordinary elves warriors. Clusters of hunters are ready to adopt wolf pack tactics to follow the elves, ready to pounce on them and take a bite. But they don’t know that these elves are still hiding among the elves, and Roger himself does not rely solely on betrayal and conspiracy to climb up.

On the third night, the sky was cloudy.

The sound of fighting, alarm calls and screams before death filled the surroundings of the elf camp. Thousands of evil wolves wandering in the darkness began their first large-scale hunting operation on this moonless night.

In the cold night wind, the increasingly rich bloody smell slowly spread.

In the early morning, the elves set out as usual as if nothing had happened. However, there was a team of nearly a hundred elves, and every few dozen meters, a sharpened wooden stake would be placed on both sides of the road, and then an adventurer captured by the elves would be worn on the wooden stakes.

The elves walked farther and farther away, one wooden stake after another stood on both sides of the road. Many of the adventurers who were worn on the wooden stakes had not yet died, and their limbs would occasionally twitch weakly.

Hundreds of blood-dropping wooden stakes turned the path the elves crossed into a blood-stained road.

After being extremely shocked, the hunters who followed the elves discovered that there were much fewer companions hidden in the lush jungle. However, why did the kind, elegant and holy elves become so bloodthirsty? At least, when the more than one hundred elves warriors nailed the undead adventurer to the wooden stake, they were skillful and calm in their techniques, and there was no trace of pity at all.

At this time, only at this time did a very small number of adventurers go through the memories. They finally remembered that they had seen these terrifying cold-blooded elves in the Principality of Ale, and had also heard of the name of this elves, the Dark Side of the Moon.

On the fourth night, the thick clouds still covered the brilliance of the blue moon.

Fighting and screams sounded from the mountains and forests around the elf camp. Those hunters who were still tortured by greed and failed to wake up from the blood of the day in time, and even so much that the hunters who were still following the elves had quietly turned from hunters to prey.

The next morning, the elves set out as usual, but there were hundreds of bloody wooden stakes on both sides of the avenue.

On one of the wooden stakes was a very strong young man. He was very tenacious and struggled in vain despite being penetrated by the sharpened wooden stakes, trying to get his body off the wooden stakes. It was obvious that every move would give him extreme pain.

A sudden bow sounded in the forest, and a sharp arrow pierced the young man's back, ending his pain.

However, the sharp arrow had just flew out of the forest, and the elf archer on the dark side of a month took off his magical longbow like lightning, and shot back like lightning.

There was a faint sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and a shrill scream from the forest. The sound sounded like a young woman. I just didn't know who she was, a lover, a sister, or a companion for life and death?

"Is this necessary?" Androni asked with a look of discomfort.

"Of course there is!" Roger replied while walking leisurely through the forest: "I have given enough warnings, but they dare to follow us. Anne, the light of the gold coins is so dazzling. Only enough blood can make them sober. There is no kindness or affection here. I just want everyone to see that as long as you dare to come and make me think about it, no matter men, women, young and old, I will kill them all! Only in this way can they think about it more when gambling their lives!"

Androni sighed and said, "Didn't you always want the elves to enter the human country? Now your approach will only increase the hatred between the elves and humans, right?"

Roger smiled slightly and said, "These adventurers like lonely ghosts have no power and no power in the empire, and they have few people, so they will be killed. With the political structure of the empire, whether the elves can integrate into human society is the only one that is the very few real people in power in the empire. As long as I remain in the empire, I can at least keep these elves who follow me."

Androni didn't say anything else, but just sighed secretly. As smart as Androni, she naturally understood what Roger didn't say. The fat man wanted to form a coexistence relationship with the elves. The elves' combat power, beauty, ability to create various fine equipment, and even artistic attainments constituted a very important pillar for Roger to build his own power. After Roger's power was consolidated, he could also provide enough protection for the elves.

As long as the fat man is not powerful, killing some greedy adventurers is not a big deal. If one day the fat man falls, he will not be able to protect himself at that time. Can he still care whether the elves can integrate into the human country?

It’s still the same famous saying, even if I die, even if the floods and waves are surging!

The fifth night is a quiet night.

Outside the provincial capital, Clermontson, Roger finally joined the army led by Bauhinia Butterfly. According to the plan, this army should obtain enough supplies in Clermontson and then march towards the southeastern border.

In Clermontson, Roger met Duke Doriac again. For Roger, who is currently moxibustioning in the Empire, Doriac's hospitality is extremely luxurious and lewd. Unfortunately, Roger's current situation is special, so I can only thank many wonderful post-feast programs.

The army's supply went very smoothly, and the difficult situation that Roger expected did not appear. On the contrary, Doriac took the initiative to mobilize all necessary military supplies for Roger. Of course, some delays were indispensable, but that was because the provincial bureaucrats were inefficient, rather than the Duke of Doriac intends to interfere.

This time Roger was able to cooperate with Doriac so happily, and I don’t know if it was because of the bloody road that Roger left behind a few days ago.

After leaving Clermontson and after a tense march day and night, Roger finally arrived at his station, Sild City, before the deadline.

The north has not abundant resources, and the southeastern border of the empire is even more barren. This is a thousand-mile wasteland made of red soil. When the monsoon is raging, red dust is everywhere.

What Rogue had to face was this endless red soil wasteland! And two countries located a hundred kilometers away, on the other end of the wasteland. The terrain that Pompey had to overcome was much more complex, with mountains, hills, jungles and swamps.

The barren properties, complex terrain and vast space make the southeastern border of the empire a natural place for military use.

It was already afternoon when the army led by Roger arrived.

The howling wind swept the red earth that covered the sky, and the sun hanging in the sky became dim and red. Slowly, the city of Silde, which exuded a murderous aura, emerged from the wind and sand.

The sentries at the top of Silde discovered this slow army from afar. After a while, a small group of knights rushed out of the city gate to face Roger's army.

"Mr. Roger! I am Meredis, the intelligence major of the Tide Legion. You can call me Meredith. From today on, I will serve as your adjutant. The current supreme commander of the Silde City, General Wallace, the commander of the Fourth Corps of the Tide Legion, sent me to greet you. All the senior officers are waiting at the headquarters. Please follow me!"

Roger looked carefully at Meredith who came to greet her. She was very tall and almost comparable to Androni. She still looked quite young, but her face was as cold as ice. Although the voice was pleasant, it was so cold that it made people feel very uncomfortable. Perhaps because of the intelligence officer, she was not wearing armor, but just wearing a tailor-fitting military uniform, showing Bingli with murderous aura.

According to the imperial etiquette, General Wallace, the commander of the Fourth Corps, should lead all senior generals out of the city to welcome Roger, but they actually sent only a major-level young female officer to lead ten soldiers to greet him! Although Mei was very beautiful, the ten soldiers were tall and handsome etiquette soldiers rather than ordinary knights, it was obvious that the "Tidal" Legion was about to give Roger's new commander a warning.

It seems that it is not easy to command the proud guys of the Tide Legion, especially those like Fatty who are still in the name of betrayal and lustfulness.

However, when the Bauhinia Butterfly standing behind Roger saw Merides, although there was no abnormality on the surface, his heartbeat slightly faster. How sharp the fat man felt? He immediately sensed some abnormality on the Bauhinia Butterfly's heartbeat. Roger felt a little strangeness on the Bauhinia Butterfly's heartbeat. Roger felt aroused in his heart, knowing that this young female officer must be more than just a low-level adjutant, but on the surface, he was silent at all.

At least in terms of calming skills, the gap between Roger and the Bauhinia Butterfly immediately appeared. The fat man's whole body, temperature, blood flow and heartbeat were as usual, and there was no change.

Roger then ordered the army to camp on the spot, and then he only brought more than a hundred guards and followed Meredis toward the city of Silde.

The semi-militarized city of Silde is located on the edge of the red soil wasteland and is the largest city within a few hundred miles nearby. It is the most powerful defensive fortress and the center for stockpiling various combat preparation materials. Around Silde, several small military fortresses are also built to protect wings.

From the moment he stepped into the city of Silde, Roger had a preliminary understanding of Frederick, a famous imperial general whom he had never met.

In imperial language, Silde means shield of steel. The city has extremely strong defense and is truly true. Silde's walls are high and thick, almost all of which are made of huge stones. The architectural planning in the city is different from ordinary cities. It can be clearly seen that the block planning and the buildings at important intersections have been specially designed and specially prepared for street battles. If a sufficient number of magicians are configured, then the city will become a nightmare for any siege.

This city was originally built by the Delaware Empire. Its original purpose was to defend against the fortresses built by nomadic tribes, orcs and various fierce monsters on the northwest border. After continuous reinforcement and expansion over the past century, it gradually became what it is now. Later, with the rapid expansion of the territory of the Aslofik Empire, the city of Silde became a rock to resist the imperial army.

Ten years ago, Frederick led the Tide to attack the Delaware Empire. The city of Silde, known as a strait barrier, actually fought down, and all 30,000 guards in the city were wiped out.

This was also Frederick's last brilliant victory on the Southeast Front.
Chapter completed!