Chapter 2: In the artifact

Night fell quietly, but the whole city of Silde was brightly lit and noisy.

The generals all had red eyes and shouted loudly at their soldiers, looking a little furious. They were working hard to assemble an almost impossible task to carry out an expedition in the early morning. Whether it was the generals of the Tide Legion or the Bauhinia Butterfly who commanded the Duchy of Ale, they had to work all night long for Roger's sudden decision. This was also the first time that the Duchy's army and the Tidal Legion worked closely together, because the generals on both sides were real soldiers, they were unwilling to let their soldiers fall on the battlefield due to the lack of necessary pre-war preparations.

Armature warehouses of all sizes have been opened, and boxes of ordnances, armor, and spare parts have been moved out, stacked in designated locations, waiting for their new masters. The staff members of both sides gathered in front of the large military map, repeatedly pondering the order and route of tomorrow's march. As for the two thousand soldiers who stayed in the city of Silde, they have also been selected. They all came from the Principality of Alay, and were the soldiers with the worst combat effectiveness from the troops.

Roger stood in front of the window and looked at the city of Silde with satisfaction, which was destined to have a sleepless night. In the distance, the magnificent Tide Legion headquarters emitted a sacred light, which was extremely eye-catching under the night sky.

Now this building has been completely occupied by the goddess and her entourage. All the idle people, including all the generals of the Tide Legion, were expelled, and no one dared to approach the square in front of the headquarters.

Because the goddess' car was living in the square, the huge silver dragon.

As soon as he saw the solemn, magnificent, tall and mysterious building, Roger's pitiful heart would be pounding uncontrollably. His fingertips recalled the gentle and icy touch of the day. Whether it was barefoot or other parts, he finally touched the goddess! Roger suddenly had an impulse, and he wanted to see clearly what was hidden behind the dazzling holy light at all costs. For a moment, countless past scenes rose from the deepest part of memory, mixed together.

Among these pictures, there are all memories of Audrech, but what puzzles him is that there are countless scenes about Feng Yue or Serafi.

The fat man's whole body was shocked, as if he had seen something from countless flashes of lightning, but when he searched carefully, the feeling of that moment flashed away again!

Fengyue, Odaireh, Serafi, Death Scythe, Black Demon Lotus, and the familiar world of death...

He suddenly remembered that he had seen Odairehe and Fengyue appear at the same time. Perhaps he could find out the whereabouts of Fengyue from Odairehe. The Fengyue who had no news...

But the goddess walking on earth, Audreh, seemed to remember his last rude behavior, and he could not be blasphemed at all. Every time, the closer the distance between Roger and her, the stronger the energy storm condensed around her, and it would become extremely unstable. The violent energy accumulated in that small space was so powerful that as long as a ray of energy breeze was released, it would be possible to penetrate Roger's strong body.

Roger sighed, and suddenly remembered Macbeth again. He didn't know what the current situation was, the high-level angel who was still trapped in the headquarters of the Tide Legion and faced Audrech and his many terrifying minions.

Roger pulled the curtains and blocked all the noise outside.

Without the interference of torches, magic lamps, and lighting fires outside, the various lights and shadows that flashed from time to time in the room became clear. The dark gold, silver and bronze lights chased each other and flowed with a little mystery in the beauty.

At the wide experimental table on the other end of the room, Froya tied up her blonde hair casually, holding a dipping pen made of Thunderbird's tail feather in her hand, and transcribed magic on the blank magic scroll in front of her. On the other end of the experimental table, dozens of bottles of magic materials with different functions were piled up. On the exquisite pen holder made of pure gold, there were dozens of magic pens made of different materials and different functions. On the left hand of Froya, there were already three copied scrolls.

The weather was already very cold at this moment, but a drop of sweat oozing from Fuluya's temples. However, she was too focused and wiped completely flawlessly.

Roger was moved, wiped away her sweat, and shouted: "Froya."

She nodded casually, without hearing it, without looking up, and without slowing down her work.

It was not until the magic scroll was copied that she raised her head, covered her mouth with her hands, and yawned lazily. The wide silk sleeves mixed with gold thread slid to her elbows, revealing her dazzlingly white arms. The colorful magic light running around the room occasionally outlined ever-changing patterns on the exposed skin, as if it was a beautiful scene that could only be seen in the famous "Ukiyo-E" made by Thrace craftsmen.

Looking at Froya's dim eyes with fatigue, Rogge comforted her gentle words: "Okay, go to bed! You will have a march tomorrow." In front of this little fairy, he had a rare time to be serious.

Froya stretched out her body, and the hairpin of the firebird spitting beads nodded gently, as if the spring flowers on the branches were trembling in the wind. She adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and showed Roger his proud figure intentionally or unintentionally, and her soft and boneless waist posed in a slight temptation.

When she saw Roger's eyes becoming lustful again, Froya smiled slightly, which was a smirk with smugness. She suddenly sat up straight, regained her concentration when she was working, and spread a new blank magic scroll in front of her, saying, "There are two scrolls left! Let's talk about it after copying."

Roger was made of her cold and hot attitude and felt like a raging fire was ignited in her heart, but she couldn't find a way to extinguish it. He smiled helplessly and said, "Why are you so anxious? Isn't there still a tomorrow!"

Froya said without raising her head: "Who made you rush forward in every battle and rush to die? Of course I have to make more preparations. Do you think I am willing to stay up late? You, no matter how poor you are, you are the prince of the Great Empire, you are so poor that you can't afford to buy magic scrolls. Who would believe it if you say it? In short, you will save some use of the site in the back tomorrow, and the scrolls will not be given to you in vain. If you really die in battle, who will let me enslave it in the future? After this war, go and make money for me!"

Roger laughed and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely charge forward this time. Because this war is different from the past, those who are rushing forward are not to die, but to seize credit!"

Fuluya was stunned for a moment, looked up at Roger, and said nothing more. After a while, she sighed quietly: "Fu and Faith are a twin, don't be too careless."

In the silence, Roger's hand suddenly slipped under her arm silently, and then he squeezed heavily on the round and extremely elastic hills in front of his chest.

The little fairy's hands trembled, and the unfinished magic scroll was scrapped.

"Fatty! Don't be too proud too early. I will remember this scrapped scroll on your head!" The little fairy's angry and pleasant screams resounded throughout the building.

History is a wonderful thing, it can add value to almost anything that stands the test of time.

For example, this crystal goblet produced from the Kensai Dynasty did not have outstanding workmanship, but the three hundred years of history has made it valuable. The red wine it is in full bloom is also a famous wine with a history of more than 80 years.

The hand holding the wine glass was pale and slender. The upper noble men all hoped to have such a noble and elegant complexion. The huge jade ring on the ring finger made the hand look slightly pale.

The owner of the hand was a tall and thin noble man. He looked about thirty years old and was very handsome, with a carefully trimmed mustache on his lips. He had a long figure and wide shoulders. He wore a fashionable black dress elegantly and elegantly. The jade inlaid on the cufflinks complemented the huge ring on his fingers.

He twisted his beard with one hand, looked at the huge military map in front of him, and was pondering.

It took him a long time to raise his head and ask a tall middle-aged knight beside him, "Have our mage kept training these days?"

The knight replied, "Mr. Fernandez, they exercised their bodies and riding every day. Now at least ten of them have no worse riding skills than the light cavalry under my command."

Fernandez nodded and said, "For them, this is a matter of life and life. I don't know that they dare not practice it. Besides, I feel relieved if you personally train their riding skills. How are you preparing for the battle report for the victory?"

"The battle report was sent to the imperial capital two days ago. The battlefield was cleaned up today. A total of 760 tide light cavalry badges were found. In the afternoon, I will send someone to the imperial capital. But, sir, how many casualties are we reporting?"

Fernandez pondered for a moment and said, "Report about one hundred first, this is enough to constitute a brilliant victory! It won't take long to come to Soratu to revenge. As long as we defend the city, no matter how many casualties there are, it will be regarded as military merit. At that time, we will add the number of casualties that we have to do."

He pondered, and repeatedly gestured on the military map with his hands for a long time, and finally clicked a mountain: "If the Aslofiks come to take revenge, eight out of ten will have to pass here. You send a few capable guys to bring ten best riding mages to lurk here. Let each of them bring two Sisian mountain purebred horses. This kind of horse will definitely run faster in the mountains than the Aslofiks. The strategy is to set up a magic circle, and then run away immediately after concentrating on a round of magic. Let us teach the arrogant Aslofiks a lesson first. After arranging this, you will come back to find me, and we will go and see the situation of strengthening the city defense."

The middle-aged knight responded to the order, but hesitated and did not retreat.

Fernandez raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you have anything else to say? Don't worry, just say it!"

"Sir, since last night, our scout cavalry outside has never received any rewards. I have sent three groups of scout cavalry out to search, but there is no news after they left the city..."

Fernandez shook and fell into silence.

The red wine in the crystal cup slowly began to ripple, and the dark red ripples became more and more intense. Finally, a drop flew out of the crystal cup and landed on the icon representing the city of Soratu on the military map, and quickly penetrated into the paper. The dark red flower that spreaded suddenly looked like a piece of undried blood stain.

The first ray of sunshine shone on the high watchtower of Silde City. Six soldiers struggled to push open the city gates covered with bronze cones, then ran away quickly, standing close to the city wall. In the dust, a team of knights in sharp armor ran out of the city.

A knight in the head held a battle flag high, and the flying flag was embroidered with a herald of Rogge's identity and family. The badges of the Aslofik imperial family were decorated with dragons and lions. As a prince of the foreign surname of the Empire, Rogge could use two lions in his badge. In the shield in the middle, there were seven spears densely arranged. These spears were the symbols of the imperial military achievements. After turning them over, the fat man really had a lot of military achievements. In addition, the three goshawks obtained to expand the territory of the empire, so many marks could not be piled on the badge.

This battle flag was made overnight, and the fat man prefers the color of gold, so the dark red-based heraldry is filled with various glittering golden signs. From a distance, this badge that is enough to admire any nobleman is like a huge golden shield.

Nearly 10,000 cavalry stepped out of Shield City with tiny steps and followed the flying battle flag. After the cavalry, there was a phalanx of infantry rolling like a sea of ​​tides.

Roger and Wallace and other generals stood on the side of the road, watching the army rolling southeast. The fat man was proud, while Wallace and other generals looked worried.

After the army, countless carriages carrying military supplies were out of the city in a row. This time, the Tide Legion had requisitioned all the carriages in Silde, but the military supplies that could be transported were only a small part of the 70,000 army.

Suddenly, waves of moving dragon roars sounded in the city of Silde. Two giant dragons soared into the sky one after another, circled around the army below for several weeks, and rushed away at night.

Some soldiers in the Duchy of Alay began to cheer and pray loudly to the sky. They were obviously believers of the Eye of Wisdom. Then more and more people cheered to the dragon, and even many soldiers of the Tide Legion joined the cheering ranks. After all, the warriors who went on the war did not want to sleep on the battlefield. It would be a good thing to have two dragons standing on their side.

Roger looked up at the dragon in the sky, narrowing his eyes slightly, and breathing slightly rapid. It seemed that he was subconscious, and a strange smile slowly rose from the corner of his mouth.

After a day of march, the light cavalry in front began to leave the army and encircled Soratu City first. Two thousand heavy knights and their entourage troops also accelerated their march speed. The infantry maintained the normal march speed, but under the continuous urging of the fat man, the march time was extended by two hours.

But in this way, the inadequate training of the Principal of Ale immediately showed a physical gap. At dusk, the entire system began to fall behind.

Roger didn't care about that much. He simply asked Bauhinia Butterfly to lead the inadequately trained new army, and he led the Tide Legion and the most elite troops in the Principality to accelerate the march towards Soratu.

By nightfall, the formation of Roger's army was more than ten kilometers long from front to back.

The fat man was unaware of it, just rode his horse and followed the team forward. At this time, Wallace galloped from the rear and walked along with Roger: "Master Roger, our current formation is very dangerous! I think we should stop and reorganize the army, otherwise the opponent will only attack with light cavalry halfway, which will cause us a lot of losses."

The fat man smiled and shook his head, saying, "No! Our top priority is to rush to Soratu City first and try not to let one person and one horse escape from the city. Sneak attack? Haha, don't worry at all."

The fat man lowered his voice and leaned into Wallace's ear and said, "Think about it, how many more holy domains are there in our army this time?"

Wallace gasped, obviously still remembering the shock of the day. He said, "Five... no, seven!"

"Yes!" The fat man chuckled and said, "What about besides these holy realms? What else do we have? Think about it again!"

Wallace's voice was already trembling: "You mean, those two giant dragons will also help us fight?"

"Not only that! We have one more..." Roger looked around and saw that the generals around him quietly raised their ears, and then he put them on Wallace's ears and said:

“…the goddess walking in the earthly world!”

Wallace's body was stiff and his face was pale. After a moment, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his face flushed, as if he had drunk mellow wine.

There are many sects on the Glorian continent today. There are at least thousands of gods and demons serving various religions and races. There are also light churches with tens of millions of believers. All living beings no longer doubt the existence of gods. However, although the gods have many miracles displayed, how many people have seen the true gods with their own eyes?
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