The prosperous years are the chapters of the new year

In the vast central mountain range, large areas of thick snow clouds pressed tightly on a group of continuous and interlaced Pin-shaped peaks. The cold wind whistled on the top of the peak, wrapped in goose feather-like snowflakes, whistling back and forth between the forests on the top of the mountain. The snow in the valley is already deep, and there is no other movement except the mountain wind occasionally shakes the remaining snow off the canopy.

The snow on the top of the peak suddenly collapsed a corner of the fist, revealing the dark and rugged rocks below. A strong and powerful hand reached up to catch the rock. This hand was exposed to the bitter wind for a long time, with dark purple spots on its blue-gray skin, and the cracks were covered with blood, and it looked like a pale little mouth.

With a little force on this hand, agile figure followed him up to the top of the peak. The man's face was cold and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He looked around and saw that the top of the peak seemed to be facing the wind from the mountain, with only a thin layer of snow, and it could be seen that the landform was quite flat. Behind the peak was a gentle slope leading to the winding and narrow valley.

The man was wearing a military uniform from the Principal of Alei. After observing the situation, he waved his hand and the soldiers of the Principal of Alei climbed to the top one by one. These soldiers were old and young, almost everyone was injured, and their uniforms were all tattered, just as if they had been struggling in the rocky mountains for dozens of days and had not been repaired.

They have indeed been traveling in the deep mountains for dozens of days, or to be precise, they have been running away for dozens of days.

The man in the lead was Dulin. He was ordered by Rog to lead 20,000 new recruits into the Central Mountains to encircle orcs. After a month of day and night, the army finally arrived at the edge of the orc activity area. How to deal with orcs? Dulin has already had rich experience. He swept several orc tribes in a relaxed way, and then carefully approached the place where he met the well-equipped orc warrior last time.

However, when he rushed forward and met the orc army in a large basin, looking at the orc warrior with a clear banner, complete military service, and densely packed with dense orc warriors, Dulin was shocked to find that what he was facing was not the powerful orc tribe he had expected.

This is a powerful orc empire!

What follows is endless and fierce battles.

A tragic encounter, a tragic blocking battle. A tragic cut-off, a tragic escape, a tragic counterattack, and an as if there is no end to escape.

The orc's physical strength and endurance were fully displayed in the mountains. In the past few dozen days, Du Lin's ears were echoing the roars of wild beasts. He didn't know how many orcs had fallen under his sword, nor did he remember how many robes were torn apart by fangs and sharp claws.

Dulin had no time to calculate how long he had escaped. The sun and the moon were just signposts guiding the direction. At night when there were no stars, they could only rely on their faith in God to distinguish the direction.

Long escape and short restless rest constitute the whole life of these days, and day and night are meaningless. Dulin mobilized all his wisdom, led the soldiers to maintain maximum physical fitness with the most limited food, identify directions in bad weather and complex terrain, and when encountering suitable terrain, he would leave some people to take on the task of breaking the back.

These soldiers who had been cut off never came back.

However, after struggling on the brink of life and death for dozens of days, these surviving warriors are all strong-willed elites. Every time Dulin designates a troops with a break from the rear, the designated warriors will silently obey and walk to the predetermined sniper location.

Dulin only felt that every syllable that was spit out when the order was issued had a strong smell of blood!

"Sir Dulin, which road should we go?" asked his adjutant. All the soldiers' eyes also fell on him.

Dulin looked forward. The Lord God blessed that although they had also taken detours these days, they did not deviate from the road to their hometown. Walking straight along the ridge, you would go back to the territory of the Duchy of Ale, and walking along the valley leads to the depths of the vast central mountain range. In this season when the mountains are covered with heavy snow, everyone knows what it means to compete with the orcs in the deep mountains to compete for foot strength.

Du Lin looked back and saw that on the distant hills, those terrifying figures that once only appeared in nightmares. And behind the hills, how many orcs were roaring and chasing them?

Fifty thousand or one hundred thousand?

Du Lin looked at his subordinates again. The soldiers who were still following him now were less than two thousand. He suddenly was proud of these soldiers! Almost every fallen warrior dragged an orc who was much stronger than him on the road. You know, these are just new recruits who have been trained for a short time!

What can he do? Can he bring these thousands of orcs back to the Principality of Ale? The main force of the Principality has long been transferred to the southeast front of the empire. At this moment, there are no more than 30,000 troops left in the country. They can't stop this group of bloodthirsty and barbaric orcs at all!

Du Lin took a deep breath, pointed to the adjutant, and said in a deep voice: "You, bring fifty people with you and retreat to the Principal of Ale along this road. You must report the orc situation to Lord Rog. The rest... follow me to the valley!"

The adjutant was stunned. He was about to say something, but Du Lin had already drunk it back: "Mom, what's the matter! Live! Go back! If you do this, you will be worthy of me and the brothers who died in battle!"

The adjutant gritted his teeth and suddenly stepped forward and took off Dulin's sword, carefully tied it behind him, and then led the soldiers to snorkeling along the ridge towards the direction of the principality.

Dulin faced the cold wind and finally looked in the direction of the Principal of Ale.

There were his life and death enemies, his only sister, and the families of his soldiers.

Du Lin suddenly turned around and led the soldiers down the hillside and rushed towards the valley.

He never looked back.

The Bauhinia butterfly, who was leaning over on a large desk studying military map, suddenly shook his hand and swept a heavy volume from the edge of the desk. When the volume was turned down, it brought a pile of documents, and all kinds of papers were scattered all over the floor.

"What's wrong?" Et, who was sitting aside and wiping his sword, jumped up and ran over to support her.

The Bauhinia Butterfly pushed away Etti's hand. He supported himself with both hands on the table and said slightly weakly: "I... is fine."

But her face was pale and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Roger has woken up for three days. During the three days, he did not speak or move, did not eat or drink, sat alone in front of the window, just watching the sunset, the moon rise, the wind blowing, the snow falling.

The martial arts, magic, and all kinds of mantras and crafts that are seen and heard in their life flow from the bottom of their hearts.

Among them are the notes of various magic codes he has taken, as well as the guidance from powerful beings such as Ophiroc and others. The mysterious and strange and powerful dark magic of the royal family in Elyss's black crystal. The huge knowledge of death magic from Elgra's memory, the scenes of fighting in the wind and moon, the mysterious Achilles' every move shows the miraculous power, and even the sacred texts of the Light Church widely praised by the world all flow through Rogue's heart.

For a moment, he felt a mess in his heart.

At the end of his thoughts, Roger's heart was tossing and turning, and all that was left was the part of the explanation of the most basic principles of magic left by Rodriguez, and the mysterious servant Serafi stomped on the ground a few times on his belly.

Through Rodriguez's memory, Rogge saw the most original magic power hidden behind all magic. And Serafi's kicks showed the skills that used the weakest power and reached its peak!

These knowledge and insights have actually existed in Rogue's memory for a long time, but he has been busy with power struggles and struggles, and has no chance to think about it carefully. Moreover, at that time, he was immersed in the magical improvement brought by the curse of the other world. There were enough powerful magic in the regular magic system, and he had never thought of spending time and effort to open up a new path to magic.

What Roger did was to strengthen his ability to instantly incisively and silently silence magic, and to enhance the power of existing magic. These are simple and easy ways to improve power, and combined with his powerful magic control, they complement each other.

In fact, even if he thought about it, he couldn't understand it.

Rog felt the magic power that slowly emerged from his body, and suddenly he stood up like lightning flashes in his heart!

A breeze suddenly blew across the room. Wina had appeared in front of Roger. She was wearing a demon lotus and holding a god of death sickle in her hand. She stared at Roger for a long time, then nodded and said:

"It seems that you have finally understood something. Okay, I will demonstrate to you how to fight. Don't be afraid, I will only move the Three Pole Fighting Qi at most."

She waved the demon lotus, threw the Death Scythe into the void, and began to clench her fists slowly.

Roger stared at Wina and asked, "Didn't you use a war gun last time? Why are you changing to a sickle now?"

Wina chuckled and said, "Then I see that Odaireh does not have a suitable weapon. So I lend it to her for the time being! Stop talking nonsense. Take action!"

Before she finished speaking, the boots were already showing up in front of Rogue!

Roger's eyes flashed with silver light, which caused her leg to tilt with his mental power, and he actually let Vina kick. Then the flame light flashed in his hand, almost holding a fireball and pressing Vina's face!

One of the two used their mental power to drive the weak magic power, and the other had the two and three poles of fighting spirit, which began a fierce battle in the narrow space!

At the beginning, Roger would be knocked to the ground by Vina's storm-like attack. Every time this time, Vina would stop and let him breathe.

Once Roger recovers, he will immediately rush forward and fight again.

Gradually, Roger was able to survive several rounds of attacks in Vina.

After a day and night, Roger's mental power began to recover, and he was able to support him for a longer time. However, Roger knew that he used his huge mental power to use his magic power to take too much advantage in terms of power. Moreover, with Winner's absolute power at this moment, I don't know how many times higher than that of Roger's heyday.

When the sun rose, Vina was dull again, and a weak punch hit Roger's face. Roger arched his whole body, just staring at Vina's eyes, preparing to decide where to dodge when she fist and face.

At this moment, Vina was like a child with incredible skills, playing freely in the stormy waves of power. However, at this moment, the operation of power in the space suddenly changed slightly, but for Vina, who was traveling through the waves with extremely weak power, any unknown change is enough to have a huge impact.

A sudden giant * suddenly flooded her!

Vina's movements only stagnated with imperceptible time, but at this moment, this flaw was enough to turn into a chance to win! He shouted suddenly, and the magic power in his body was instantly activated, turning into one paralysis after another to attack Vina.

Wina felt her whole body numb, and she was actually stopped again!

Under the red morning light, Vina's sculptural sense and the supreme majesty of the angel of light seemed to be shining slightly. That moment of glory was enough to be passed down for thousands of years!

Roger's heart moved. He knew that if the opportunity was wrong, he would not come again. He grabbed Vina and kissed the slightly opened lips directly!

The feeling at that moment was extremely soft, as if it was about to melt at the touch...

At that moment, time had stopped.

A pair of dazzling golden crosses lit up in Vina's eyes, and she instantly shattered the space shackles. Her shoulders trembled slightly and hit Roger's chest.

Roger's eyes turned black and he fell on his back with a shout, slapped straight on the ground.

Wina didn't look back and rushed into the void directly.

Roger lay on the ground for a moment, his eyes empty. He suddenly laughed a few times, jumped up, and slapped his hands. A ball of lightning lit up at a corner of the ceiling. With a sharp and thin scream, an underground dwarf appeared and fell heavily to the ground.

Roger squatted down and looked at the strange and rare underground dwarf carefully.

For some reason, although the underground dwarf clearly knew that Roger was extremely weak, he looked like he fell into an ice cellar and did not dare to move at all under his shining eyes.

Roger suddenly stood up and smiled and said, "I am in a good mood today. Let you go! If you dare to sneak in again in the future, there will be no such cheap thing!"

After saying that, the fat man kicked the underground dwarf out of the window.

Time passes without realizing it, and every day, Jima will age a little bit.

"You're just wasting your energy." The little fairy leisurely tidied up her nails. She also raised her slender jade hands from time to time, examined the coloring effect in the light, and glanced at the busy Jima. She poured cold water mercilessly.

Jima is worthy of being the chief magician of the Silver Holy Sect for many years. There are many collections of precious magic scrolls alone. However, she has dozens of secret dens in the mainland of the empire, but there are some reasons that make Froya doubt her true identity. At this moment, she had just set up the magic circle leading to the next hiding place and was carefully clearing the traces in the room.

Hearing Froya's mockery, Jima just smiled, although she would only look even more ferocious when she smiled: "Is it in vain that I can only know after trying it? Don't you want to use this to know your true status in his mind?"

Froya snorted and said, "My status is only tens of thousands of gold coins. Well, if he is loose at hand, don't you think about it anymore. I've known him for so long, don't you understand him?"

"This may be, maybe you don't understand him!" Jima's laughter seemed very harsh. She wrote down her request on the paper she had processed with magic and deliberately asked Froya to look at it.

This ridiculous request of course attracted the little fairy's ruthless sarcasm.

But two days later, when the Biluo Starry Sky really appeared in Jima's hands, Fulua was stunned!

Even though he knew that he could not show any weakness in front of the old witch, the little fairy who had always been smart had already lost his mind and could not maintain his expression as if nothing had happened.

Watching the old lady Jima caressing the blue sky that seemed to be filled with Androni's body fragrance. The little fairy tried her best and finally squeezed out a little smile.

But she laughed like crying.

"Look, your value in his heart is at least a magical tool." Jima smiled more and more harshly.

Two more days later, the Seusti sword also came to Jima's hands.

Xius had almost never used this sword. At first glance, this sword was just very sharp, but no matter how hard Jima swung it, it would not emit a slight magical fluctuation or anything else that could alert people. Even if an ordinary thin sword was slashed horizontally and vertically, the sword body would tremble with a little buzzing sound. From this perspective, this sword is indeed a powerful weapon to assassinate in the dark night. Although it has no other additional attributes, if it can not emit any power fluctuations in the hands of a holy realm, it can indeed be touched by a little edge of the artifact.
To be continued...