Chapter 7: Return to the south

The road leading to the south has not been opened for dozens of kilometers, but more than 100,000 guilty coolies have ushered in a rare rest. In order to show goodwill to the Dro Empire, the Aslofik Empire stopped the process of building roads and had to wait until the envoys to the Dro Empire had a result before starting construction of roads.

In fact, this kindness is quite barely good. The ambition of the Aslofik Empire has long been known to everyone, and it was only a matter of more than ten days to cut down dozens of kilometers of forests.

At this time, in the uncut primeval forest, hundreds of cavalry were traveling all the way to Oshinia, the capital of the Dro Empire. Roger was wearing ordinary clothes and was moving forward with the cavalry.

The people of the North are very good at riding, and they are the fifty foreign ministers who are in charge of the negotiations. Therefore, even in the forest, this cavalry team is moving forward quite fast.

After stepping out of the forest, under the guidance of the Dro Empire, the envoys set out on the road leading to the Dro Empire's capital.

Rog looked around leisurely and admired the scenery around him.

This is the scenery in the south.

Although it is only a few hundred kilometers away from the territory of the Aslofik Empire, the climate is very different. The continuous central mountain range remnants blocked the cold current in the north, so when the night wind was still cold on the northern grasslands, the Delo Empire was already green and hot winds hit. Most of the people in the envoys were obviously not used to the sudden warming temperature and had already reduced their clothes. Roger was still wearing a long robe, and the temperature had no effect on him.

The scenery of the Dro Empire is still quite different from that of the Bavarian Principality, but when Rogue sees this southern scene, he always feels familiar. Unconsciously, a feeling of homesickness arises in Rogue's heart.

However, this feeling just passed by the fat man's heart.

Along the way, Roger's most common thing was to stand alone in the wilderness at night, staring blankly at the stars in the sky.

A few days later, the envoys took advantage of the night to sneak into Oshinia.

Oshinia has a population of 500,000, with high and thick walls, and dark colors as the main color. It looks solemn, majestic and spectacular. In contrast, the buildings of the countries in the south are much lighter and more movable. If the countries in the south are like a gentle girl, then the Dro Empire is a majestic and middle-aged man.

In the south of the Dro Empire, hundreds of thousands of troops were fighting desperately. At Oshinia's negotiating table, the struggle was no less intense than the frontline's battle filled with blood and smoke. The two sides had a huge difference on the conditions for the Aslofik Empire to join the war. The envoy of the Aslofik Empire insisted that the Dro Empire ceded a large area of ​​territory in the northern border before sending troops to join the war. The Dro Empire only wanted to ced a small piece of useless wasteland and pay some gold coins to get help.

Roger had no interest in diplomatic negotiations, and this was not his specialty. In the eyes of the fat man, swords were the factors that could determine everything. Diplomacy was just a flower hanging on the sharp blade and could wither at any time. Moreover, the contract obtained from the negotiating table was largely just a piece of empty text. The sincerity of the contract between great powers strictly abide by the contract is probably at most similar to the fat man's devotion to the Supreme God.

Before he was sent to the Dro Empire, Roger had already studied a lot of information about this empire.

The Dero Empire was different from other great empires. It originated from the southern foot of the Central Mountains. At that time, dozens of small city-states and principalities with common ethnic composition and cultural customs were scattered on this land, but they had loose connections with each other and wars were also lacking. These small countries were tools used by neighboring powers for a hundred years. Once wars occurred, they either sent troops or paid money, and they were bound to the chariots of other great powers. When they were defeated, they could only swallow bitter fruits, and if they defeated, there was no benefit to get them.

After this situation lasted for a hundred years, miracles finally came to the Duke of Delo. The Grand Duke of Delo had no other skills, but his incitement ability was unparalleled. He was a country, a city, a city, and a city lobbying and speech. In his mouth, a century of humiliation history was exaggerated as the darkest period in human history since his birth.

Finally, under the instigation of Grand Duke Dro, the surging anger ignited throughout the southern foothills of the Central Mountains at an astonishing speed! Dozens of small principalities and city-states stood together unprecedentedly and announced that they had completely broken off their affiliation with the major surrounding countries.

Next, it was a year of war. The major countries were naturally unwilling to accept the loss of their traditional sphere of influence and sent troops to intervene. Grand Duke Deluo had no military talent, so he elected Grand Duke Thomas, who had a great record, as the supreme commander of the alliance, and led the coalition forces to fight with the interfering army.

In a year of war, both sides won and lost each other, and the alliance had more failures. However, for freedom, the 20 million people of the alliance could endure hunger, cold, and sacrifice. For freedom, they could endure everything!

The most difficult winter passed, and the major powers around the alliance, which suffered heavy losses, finally realized that they could not defeat the hearts of the alliance's people who longed for freedom, and had to retreat and recognize the alliance's independence.

When it was time to divide the fruits of victory, Duke Dro, who had been very low-key throughout the year of war, became active again as the father of the alliance. He had never commanded the army, which may be a disadvantage in wartime, but at this time it became a kind of capital.

Because he never failed.

No matter how outstanding the general is, he will inevitably suffer several defeats in a year of war. These stains become the best excuse for Grand Duke Dro and his political enemies to accuse them.

The people still remembered the Grand Duke Deluo who was the first to motivate them to resist. They were even more fascinated by the dazzling miracle aura on the Grand Duke's head. Grand Duke Deluo publicly claimed that everything was for the people and did not seek the position of the leader of the alliance. As a result, the reputation was unparalleled. The lords of Zhucheng, who made great contributions in the war, and the Grand Dukes began a desperate battle for the lord of the leader of the alliance.

The political struggle quickly developed to a bloody stage. In just a few days, four city lords and grand dukes were assassinated one after another. The Grand Duke Thomas, who was strongly promoted by the Grand Duke of Dero, was even killed by a mysterious killer when he returned home. None of the elite guards of the hundred cavalry survived!

The ugly faces of politicians were soon well known to the public. The major factions in the alliance were stalemate and had to compromise with each other in the end. As a result, they would always be detached from the outside. The special identity of Duke Dros was promoted to the throne of the leader of the alliance.

The Grand Duke of Deluo was useless in the war, but he was a rare conspirator in politics. He spent twenty years to bring down his main opponents one by one through various means, so that the Principal of Deluo gradually became bigger in the alliance. He also gathered several small principalities under his own leadership through continuous marriages.

Twenty years later, the elderly Grand Duke Deluo finally completed all arrangements, officially announced his reign to be emperor, and created the Deluo Empire.

The history of the Dro Empire determines its unique reality. In the empire, dozens of subordinate principalities and city-states, large and small, occupied half of the empire. The princes of various places not only held the power to appoint officials and collect taxes, but many of the great dukes also had heavy troops. These principalities were the products of the compromise between the Grand Duke of Dro in order to establish the empire. Therefore, among the three empires, Dro's imperial family was actually the weakest.

It is precisely because of the various princes of the Dro Empire that the Bavarian army fought so smoothly. It was difficult for the main army of the Dro Empire to mobilize these soldiers of the entrenched one side, so they could only chase behind the agile Bavarian army and watch many fighter jets slip away.

When Rogge settled in Oshinia, he had already had some preliminary understanding of all aspects of the Dro Empire.

At dusk that day, Rogers walked out of the mission's base and began to walk around the imperial capital Oshinia. Wherever Roger went, it would attract passers-by to stare. This was not because the fat man was so handsome, but because behind him was a charming little fairy. Froya only wore a very ordinary mage robe. In such public places, she was also used to dressing up with gentleness and virtuousness, but this could not reduce the fatal temptation of her beautiful and incompetent face.

Froya followed Roger, keeping a perfect smile on her face, whispering to Roger from time to time. Her every move was like the spring wind, quietly entering the bones. By the time she woke up, it was already too late.

Her voice was so low that only Roger could hear it, but the content of her speech was completely inconsistent with her flawless appearance: "Fatty, you are neglecting me these days! I decided to cheat!"

Rogge smiled helplessly. Although she knew that the little fairy was just threatening, she had the ability to say this so that it was hard to distinguish between true and false. Moreover, she was with Miro now, and Miro's intention to her was already known to everyone.

"How could I ignore you? Every time I go to you, you are either doing magic experiments or meditating! By the way, Miro's strengths are not magic at all. If you need magic guidance, why don't you let Adrenie help you?"

"I don't like her." Froya refused with briskness, and then said, "By the way, I heard you have another child. If you don't neglect me, why isn't I the one who has children?"

Roger was unable to answer Froya's question, so he had to vaguely say: "You know, I have never neglected you in this regard."

The little fairy smiled and said, "Okay, then it seems that there must be something wrong with one of us. I don't know if it's you or me. It's better. To prove that it's not my problem, I'll find someone to try..."

Roger suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that he was about to reach the verge of explosion, Froya immediately closed her mouth immediately. She suddenly lost the reason and could not get angry, which made Rogge even more depressed. But when she saw the little fairy laughing, all his anger couldn't help but fly out of the ten thousand meters of clouds.

The two of them walked forward on the bustling streets, and Froya finally couldn't help but say, "What's the best thing about this dirty and messy city?"

Because he was in a state of war, Oshinia, who was originally famous for his architecture, has long since disappeared from his style at that time. The wide road seemed quite depressed, and many business assistants had closed down. Pedestrians met on the road and talked about it. There were groups of wounded soldiers everywhere in the city, which forced people to face the cruelty of war. Occasionally, a small team of iron cavalry rushed past the road.

At this moment, Oshinia is far inferior to the famous cities in the south, even compared with the famous cities of Richelieu and Tiffany in the north.

Roger looked at the chaotic and dirty city and smiled and said, "There are so many things to see here. The world is wonderful. You can see and hear messages even thousands of miles away when you stand anywhere. So we might as well walk around Osiniado. I haven't been with you for a long time."

Froya pouted slightly and said reluctantly: "I'll be with me like this? I might as well practice plane meditation when I have this time. Do you want to see some military secrets from the details of the city?"

Roger smiled and said, "Now, there are people who worry about military and national affairs, so I don't need to worry about it. Forget it, I'll explain it to you when your plane meditation practice reaches a certain level. Now I'm telling you, I'm afraid you don't understand."

Fuluya snorted and said, "If you don't say it, don't say it, you're even pretending to be a great magician. It seems that just a few years ago, there was a person who could only rely on his thick skin to force my magic!"

Every time I think of the tall and unattainable princess back then, who seemed to be forever unattainable, has been conquered by herself, and the instant sense of accomplishment will make every pore of Roger seep out of her pore. Even though she is already the position of the largest religious pope in the north, the fat man still cannot change some of his vulgar habits.

He was about to laugh a few times when suddenly a sound of horse hooves came from the end of the long street. Then dozens of royal guards in black armor appeared from the corner of the long street and rushed towards the imperial palace.

Roger pulled Froya and stood on the street, allowing dozens of iron cavalry to run past in front of him like the wind.

A knight in the cavalry suddenly exclaimed and pulled the reins hard. The war horse suddenly stood up, took a few steps, and turned around to run towards Froya and Roger. The dozens of cavalry royal guards also showed their superb riding skills, turned around and came with the knight.

Roger frowned and looked up and down at the knight who was obviously coming for the two of them.

The knight looked quite young last year, with a dark black cavalry armor with gold edges on the edges, and a four-winged flying dragon representing the Dro imperial family on his chest.

The knight held the war horse in front of the two, raised his hand and raised his helmet, revealing a handsome face. His pair of hot eyes were just staring at Froya. After a moment, he said in disbelief: "You are... Princess Froya? How could you be in Oshinya?"

Before Froya could answer, he was extremely excited and jumped down from his horse and walked towards Froya's blockbuster, while happily saying: "This is really a gift from God! I thought you were missing in the fire of war!"

The knight opened his arms and wanted to hold Fuluya in his arms. However, at this moment, a fat face with a smile suddenly appeared in front of him without any warning, replacing Fuluya's unparalleled face.

The knight was in a state of great fear. He screamed strangely, took a few steps back one after another, and almost sat on the ground. When the royal guards saw it, they immediately jumped off the horse and helped the knight up. The rest pulled out swords and pointed at the two people in the field. Several crossbows pointed at Roger.

Roger turned a blind eye to Sensen's blade and smiled and said to the knight, "Your Excellency, I think you made a mistake. Froya is no longer a princess, she is just my woman. I'm very embarrassed, I'm not very generous and don't want someone to hug my woman casually."

Froya, who was standing behind Roger, smiled a little on the corner of her mouth. She quietly reached out and grabbed Roger's hand.

When the knight heard this, he was stunned at first, and then saw the intimate expressions of the two. His face was already so angry that he shouted: "Don't you know who I am?"

"Who is your lord?" Roger's smile never changed.

At this time, Froya whispered behind the fat man: "He seems to be the third prince of the Dro Empire, call... call..."

The knight was very good at hearing. When he heard Froya recognize him, he was overjoyed. Even she couldn't remember her name at all, and hurriedly said, "My name is Rather."

Rather stared at Froya greedily for a long time before turning to Roger, his face immediately became gloomy and he asked, "What are you? You dare to kidnap the noble Princess Froya? Where are you here, tie him up for me and take him back for a good interrogation!"

Roger ignored Rather's threat and just turned back to Froya and asked, "You know each other?"

Froya frowned and said, "I met him in Rhine, and then the Dro Empire had more conditions for helping his father..."

Roger nodded and said, "So that's it."

He took a step forward and looked at Rather calmly. The smile on his face had disappeared at some point: "His Highness Rather, it seems that the role you played back then was not glorious! The glory of the Dro Empire was much dimmed by you."

Rather's face was gloomy, and he just pushed his hand forward hard!

The black-armored guards rode forward one after another, surrounding Rog and Froya, and their swords were raised one after another! They were well-trained and everyone was careful, for fear of hurting the weak Froya who stood still.

Roger stood there with his hands behind his back, glanced at the Black Armored Guard, and smiled coldly, "Everyone will get off the horse!"

Roger's voice was not loud, and he didn't seem to have any intention of taking action. The Black Armored Imperial Guard had increased his vigilance, but nothing happened, so he was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, dozens of horses under their crotch suddenly fell down! Abnormally caught off guard, even these elite black-armored guards fell to the ground. A black-armored guard accidentally inserted the sword in his hand into the body of the pedestal, and it turned out to be like piercing a big skin, and was sprayed with thick black and smelly viscous liquid in an instant!

He finally wiped away the mucus from his face, stood up and looked at the ground, and immediately took a breath! The extremely strong war horse was now flattened on the ground like a pocket with empty liquid! He looked around again and found that the guards were all staring at the horse corpses that had fallen to the ground and were no longer in shape. Their faces were pale, and their hands holding the sword were trembling, and they couldn't help but retreat back.

Roger's face again had an indescribable smile as if it belonged to the devil or the angel. He looked at the dead war horses, looked at the black-armored guards who were retreating one after another, and smiled at Rather, who was as white as paper.

Lather immediately took a few steps back, but he was less than level 10, and he stood firm again, which was a bit beyond Roger's expectations. It seemed that the third prince had some courage, but was not scared.

Rather clattered and plucked his sword, shouting loudly: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Call the police immediately! Summon the city defense force and the palace mage to kill this guy!"

At this moment, a black-armored guard behind Rather looked at Roger carefully, grabbed Rather's arm, and whispered: "Your Highness, this person cannot move! I think he looks very much like the Pope of the Holy Church of the Aslofik Empire..."

"Nonsense! How could Pope Roger appear here..." Lather said halfway, suddenly stopped and stared at Roger, with a shocked and suspicious face.

Pope Rog, who is in charge of the Church of Divine Wisdom, has now become an important figure who can influence the situation on the entire continent. His appearance is no longer a secret, and few members of the royal family and politicians from all over the country have never seen his portrait.

"You..." Lather didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Since you already know who I am, can I leave?" Roger said with a smile.

Rather's hand holding the sword kept trembling. He stared at Roger, his face so ferocious that it was almost distorted! However, in the end, he waved his hand fiercely, allowing the Black Armored Guard to give way.

Roger walked forward with his hands behind his back and took Furoya away with him.

"His Highness Rather..."

"Damn it, shut up!" Rather turned around suddenly, and used the hilt of the sword to hit him hard, and then he threw the black-armored guard who called him to the ground. Then he gasped, stared at the direction of Roger's departure, and gritted his teeth and whispered: "When the Bavarians are killed, I see if you northern barbarians can leave the Dro Empire alive!"

At this time, the night was just falling and the lights were just on. Rogge and Froya were still walking among Oshinia.

"I don't think that Rather will give up. It's a bit inappropriate to offend Oshinia's prince of the Dro Empire." Froya looked worried.
Chapter completed!