Chapter 12 Lost in the Crime and Punishment

In the following ten years, the battle situation on the entire Southeast Front was in a stalemate. The empire and the southeastern countries had attacks and defenses, and it was difficult to distinguish between the winners and the outcome.

In fact, with the strength of the Aslofik Empire, if the country is so powerful that it will be almost impossible for the southeastern countries to resist. However, the empire has been fighting on several fronts at the same time for decades, and has greatly damaged its vitality in the underground abyss and the dark forest, so it has never been able to provide enough support to Frederick.

As Rogue expected, he saw not only contempt but also hatred in the eyes of the "Tidal" Legion soldiers seen along the way.

Duke Frederick, who had been commanding the Tide Legion for decades, was ordered to commit suicide by the Great Emperor. Even if the Fatty is not the culprit, he is at least one of the masterminds. He is now transferred to command the Tide Legion, and it is already good that no assassin comes out of the street.

Roger personally appointed Bauhinia Butterfly to follow him into the city. Until Roger sat down in the conference hall of the legion headquarters, the main generals of the three corpses after the "Tidal" legion were all arrived, and there were six abnormalities on the body of the Bauhinia Butterfly.

No matter how sufficient and noble it is, the Bauhinia Butterfly betrayed the City of Yunxiao after all. This time, her performance was abnormal, and the biggest possibility was that she met her colleagues in the Hanyue Camp, so that her heart was turbulent. Roger took these six suspicious generals one by one in the heart.

In fact, Roger's original intention of bringing the Bauhinia Butterfly by his side was to use her eyes to identify the generals who Druid was placed in the "Tide" Legion. The Bauhinia Butterfly only agreed to serve Roger wholeheartedly. She was a companion in the Hanyue Camp. However, she never thought that the subtle fluctuations in her mind would betray her.

However, Wallace, the commander of the Fourth Corps, did not cause any abnormal movements from the Bauhinia butterfly, which made Rogue a little surprised.

The City of Yunxiao has been in operation for many years, and Frederick is a loyal believer of the goddess of nature. Druid must have been placed in the "Tide" legion. Roger was not worried about those powerful Druids or warriors. What he was most concerned about was that like the Bauhinia butterfly, his personal strength was not outstanding from the group of people in the Hanyue Camp. Therefore, with the eyes of the Bauhinia butterfly, Roger was very calm.

Wallace is a very rough and generous middle-aged man. After years of war, he left several scars on his face. He even said a few simplest polite clichés. He was completely not as smooth as those in the officialdom. Perhaps this can be explained by the fact that he really hated Roger too much.

Rogge smiled all over his face, and his smile was stiff and shrunk. The generals of the Tide Legion saw it, and naturally they looked a little disdainful.

After sitting down in the center position, the fat man took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

In his spiritual world, there was a deep darkness on all sides. Slowly, a little green light lit up like a fireflies in the night. It seemed that he heard an invisible summon, and the green light lit up one after another. At first, the green light spots lit up one after another, and then they lit up one by one. In the end, dozens of dazzling green lights shone brightly at the same time!

The fat man suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat!

"Mr. Roger, are you uncomfortable?" Wallace asked with a frown.

"Yes! The journey is really long. Ah, I have to see how my Elf Guard is being placed. You can discuss the specific matters slowly by yourself!" Before Wallace could answer, Roger stood up and hurriedly left.

After the meeting, there were a series of complicated handovers and how to place the tens of thousands of troops brought by Roger. As for receiving defense zone information, coordinating command and even position adjustments, these are all things to do in the future.

Roger threw all these specific matters to the Bauhinia Butterfly with a swing of his hand.

Now, at least in name, Roger is the highest general in charge of the entire Red Earth Wasteland Front, with a rank rank with Pompey. The fat man's power is actually very great, and he can even appoint and remove senior generals, including Wallace. Therefore, Roger doesn't care about the tide generals who deliberately underestimated him and extremely despised and hated him. At least now, the fat man has the support of the great emperor and has too many sinister means to deal with them.

The fat man was not anxious, not at all. Even when he saw that Wallace had prepared him an ordinary two-story building, the fat man accepted it with a smile.

What surprised him was the number of believers in the goddess of nature in Silde...

The city of Silde was busy for three days, and the handover of the army came to an end. However, it was so busy that others were all busy. The fat man was very idle. His only thing for him was to wander around the city all day long.

The entire Southeast Front was in a stalemate for ten years. All the residents of Silde had long regarded war as part of their daily lives. Where there were warriors, there would be countless taverns and dancers, and Silde was of course no exception. Unlike other semi-militarized fortresses, this city is located on a major transportation route and is also an important gathering place for outlaws who try to cross the battlefield for smuggling and other illegal activities.

Therefore, Silde has the highest prosperity and luxury on the Southeast Front. From this point of view, the headquarters of the Tide Legion, the city of Spill, where Pompei is currently located, is much more boring.

Every late at night, Roger would stroll over one tavern after another. There were not many people in the city who recognized the new highest officer, and no one cared about him.

That night, Roger entered a small tavern. The spirits made in this tavern are very famous in the city of Silde. The tavern owner is a one-eyed dragon in his 40s. It is said that he was a good at killing and robbing people when he was young, so few drunks dared to make trouble in his territory.

However, the influential figure in the tavern these two days was not the one-eyed dragon boss, but a handsome and almost weird swordsman suddenly appeared. This swordsman acted very strangely. He had been in the store late at night for two days, without saying a word, but just poured wine bottle after bottle. The tavern's strong alcohol content was full of energy, and the swordsman's alcohol capacity seemed to be small, so it didn't take long for him to fall on the table. He was drunk as if he was drunk.

His slender hands, as white as a woman, and his amazingly charming face always make men think. Among the desperate people who often go to this tavern, there are really many who like male sex. If they were not frightened by the evil deeds of the one-eyed boss in the past, they would have rushed over to face such a delicious meal.

This swordsman was indeed strange. He seemed to have died of drunkenness. But every time he only lay on the table for half an hour, he would suddenly sit up and leave as if nothing had happened. The night before, a killer who could not control his lust quietly followed him out, which made the tavern owner shook his head. But according to the rules of Silde City, as long as he left the tavern gate, everything that happened was not his business, so the one-eyed dragon did not stop it.

But late the next night, the swordsman appeared in the tavern again, but the killer did not come.

When Roger Shiran walked into the tavern, the swordsman was lying on a table in the corner, drunkenly.

Roger smiled bitterly and shook his head, and was about to walk towards the swordsman. A warrior with a vicious face suddenly stood up in the tavern and said gloomyly: "I'm going to make a decision for this little guy! Corbitian, if you dare to do more trouble, you have to think about the consequences of offending us Fenglang!"

The tavern owner sighed and said, "You don't know the rules of Carus Sild City. As long as he leaves my gate or when I close the door, everything that happens has nothing to do with me. No one wants to offend Wind Wolf, but if you break the rules, General Wallace will not let go of anyone who dares to challenge his authority easily..."

Although Carus looked arrogant, he obviously did not want to openly oppose Wallace in Silde City. So he snorted and sat down slowly. He had four or five companions beside him, all of whom were looking at the drunken swordsman intently. One of the middle-aged men dressed in a magician quietly took out a bone wand from his arms.

At this time, a gentle voice came from the side: "Although your magical career is destined to be brilliant, it is better to have it than not. For your life, take back such a cheap curse wand!"

Carus and others were shocked and looked up. They saw that the speaker was a fat man with a smile on his face. Carus stood up and walked forward slowly. With his hand, the scimitar on his waist had already reached his hand.

"Friends, we are not something you can afford..." Carus had already lit up a light of fighting spirit. It seemed that he had a lot of combat experience. He had already gathered all his strength from the beginning, and did not look down on the slightest because his opponent was not astonishing.

"There's really nothing!" The fat man shrugged helplessly. He pointed to the drunk swordsman and sighed: "Who made him so beautiful? I want to join him too! Since everyone wants it, let's fight!"

Carus snorted, staring at Roger with his eyes tightly, and the scimitar in his hand began to buzz.

The fat man raised his hands and began to chant the mantra loudly.

The magician holding the bone wand suddenly shouted: "This is the spell of the flame arrow!..."

Before he could finish his words, Carus had already shaken his scimitar and quickly stepped forward to cut him into two pieces before the fat magician's spell was completed.

Carus is worthy of the title of Wind Wolf, moving forward like wind and flying backward like electricity! Even his speed of flying backward is much faster than moving forward.

The moment he rushed to the fat man, the damn fat man's spells kept coming, but a huge fist had already thundered and lightning-like thunder and lightning-like thunder!

This punch contained great power that was not human at all. Carus had clearly heard the sound of bone cracks on his face. He felt very dazed and his whole body became light. In a trance, Carus only understood one thing. The fat man just recited the song was indeed a spell of flame arrows, but he did not transfer his magic power at all, but he was just "reciting" the spell.

From the beginning, the insidious fat man was about to punch him like this!

Carus was very angry, but he didn't know that he was about to fall to the ground, just above the drunken swordsman's head.

Suddenly, a dazzling blue light flashed in the tavern!

More than a dozen blue lights suddenly appeared on Carus' body. Then, before he even screamed, his body suddenly cracked into more than a dozen pieces in the air, scattered in every corner of the tavern! Fortunately, every wound on the corpse was sealed with a thin layer of blue crystal, otherwise it would have been blood mist all over the sky.

There was a silence in the tavern.

The drunk swordsman was still lying on the table, but he raised his left hand high and pointed it towards the sky! The slender index finger tips were about an inch blue Dou Qi and the light of the Dou Qi was still floating out of the Dou Qi.

"This is the starry sky fighting spirit!" There is no shortage of knowledgeable people in the tavern, and someone immediately called out! And those who had attacked the swordsman openly and secretly all looked like earth.

The fat man shook his head, walked to the swordsman, and reached out to help him.

Amid the screams of exclamation, the swordsman's left hand brought a blurry afterimage and pointed it at the fat man's chest!

There seemed to be a very bright silver light flashing in front of the fat man, but everyone's eyes in the tavern were blocked by the fat man's body, and they could not see clearly what was going on.

They only saw the fat man holding the swordsman's hand in one hand and holding his waist with the other, helping him up from the chair.

The swordsman seemed a little surprised, opened his hazy drunk eyes, saw the fat man in front of him clearly, closed his eyes, and his body became weak, and he leaned against the fat man.

The swordsman suddenly retching a few times, and then said intermittently: "Damn fat man... you... you rob me of a woman, I... and you are endless!"

The fat man smiled bitterly and said repeatedly: "Okay! It must be endless, it must be endless! If it is finished, we will not be men! Let's go, go back with me first."

The swordsman muttered twice again and let the fat man help him walk out of the tavern.

The fat man suddenly turned around and said to the tavern owner: "You have seen it too. This was entirely caused by Carus. We did not break the rules at all."

Corbitian looked at Carus' companions who looked ruthless but did not dare to come forward, sighed, just nodded, and said nothing more.

The door of the tavern was open, and the cold wind was still sending intermittent conversations into the tavern.

"...fatty, why are you... robbing my woman!"

“…yes…it must be endless…”

The people in the tavern heard from the sound coming from the wind that the swordsman seemed to be crying.

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