The twelve chapters of the prosperous ages

The Wanli Ice Field has ushered in a new day.

At this moment when night and day alternated, Rogge was stroking wildly. In front of him, there was still a night with the blue moon and the cold stars hanging high, and behind him were already thousands of golden snakes dancing wildly.

His speed has reached its limit, and his fat figure appears and disappears, like a meteor, flashing and disappearing on the endless ice field.

This race with Chenguang finally ended with Rogue's defeat, and a little red morning light shone in the golden color over his whole body.

Roger laughed and suddenly set his pace.  A figure condensed from light golden light was slowly descending in the sky in front of him. Roger immediately recognized Macbeth who had not seen for a long time.   This reunion, Roger always felt that Macbeth was a little different from before.                                                                                                                                                                                                                         �

Macbeth didn't care about these star lights at all, but Roger's feeling was much sharper than before. Moreover, the dragon eye in his left eye was not just a symbol of power. It contained quite powerful insights and could see many things that ordinary humans could not see. Combined with the scanning of mental power, Roger immediately found that every golden light flew out of Macbeth's body, and his body composed of golden light would become weaker.

"Have you seen Odaireh?" Macbeth asked with a smile. The smile made his handsome and majestic face even more charming.

"Yes! After seeing her, I have a new direction from now on. I just regret not listening to you. Go to the Floating City earlier to take a look."

"You came too late, but it was indeed not too early. Unfortunately, I still know too little about the Realm of the Gods, otherwise I should be able to remind you earlier. Come here and let me see your power."

Macbeth raised his hand and pointed at Roger, and a light golden light fell like a waterfall. It sprinkled on Roger. Roger stood there, motionless. Let the golden light pass by. But the fat man had other ideas. With his mental power, he quietly cut off the golden light and left it in his body.

Macbeth smiled slightly and said, "The powers that do not belong to you will eventually dissipate. Even I can't keep them, so how can you occupy it? You should learn it. I have taught you all, so it is really unnecessary to secretly analyze my power attributes. If you still need more powerful power, you should go to Odaireh."

Although Roger's skin was thick, he couldn't help but turn red.    Although he was embarrassed, he wouldn't spit out anything that came to his mouth, so he still left the small ball of golden light in his body, just saying, "The more I practice, the more I realized that the path I took before was wrong, and the overall change of attributes had happened.   So Lord Macbeth, you should teach me all the knowledge you understand so that I can deal with different situations.   As for Odaireh, hum..."

Macbeth laughed and said, "Odrech is indeed very special. Of course, I mean the one who is called Fengyue now. Her way of understanding power is very unique. You will definitely not be able to imitate it. And with her personality, she will not be a good teacher. If you really need to improve your strength, I think her first idea should be to directly transform your land. So I am not talking about her, but another Odrech..."

Roger frowned and said, "As far as I know, after the angel is destroyed, the soul will return to heaven and be reborn again. Unless... it is under some extremely special circumstances. I think you should have the choice to destroy and then return to heaven."

Macbeth nodded and said proudly: "It is true. If I chose to destroy at that time, Audreh would not be able to trap my spiritual essence. After returning to heaven, the great Fryan Mill would recreate my existence. But she actually put the power of faith in front of me! From the moment I took over the power of faith, I foresaw the end of today's destruction. I don't know why I came to this conclusion. But I know that no matter how long I have been with God, I will not become God. Now, I have already possessed the divine nature, so I don't regret it."

Rogge was silent.

Is it worth it to exchange eternal existence for the moment of being a god, and ordinary life for the moment of being a brilliant one? Rogue always thought he knew the answer to this question. But now he suddenly felt that another choice. It cannot be said that it was wrong.

Macbeth's ambition made him successful and destroyed him. But he finally had the right to choose, so he had no regrets.

There were more and more golden lights scattering on Macbeth. He pondered for a moment and said to Roger, "Some things you want to do, and many times you miss the opportunity. You won't come again. In this regard, don't be like Audrech."

Macbeth finally patted Roger on the shoulder, suddenly soared into the sky and flew towards the endless altitude.

Roger looked up at the sky, and only saw the burning clouds, and suddenly a ball of extremely dazzling golden light exploded, and then there were lights of flames, and it was as beautiful as in a dream.

The fat man suddenly felt a little sad.

He shook his head and swept all his sorrow out of his mind. He took big steps toward the imperial capital.

God is fragile.   The first page of the Book of Hilo.   Say this.

Because God is fragile, except for those lowest gods, they will choose to open up their own realms in the plane of nothingness, without letting their own body stay in a plane with many powerful existences. In the realms opened by God, he will have great convenience, because many rules in the realm will be formulated by God.

This is the middle content of the first page of the Book of Hilo.

In the Book of Hilo, the lowest gods, such as Macbeth, are not recognized as God's land, but can only be classified as something between God and worldly existence, without even a name.

After seeing Feng Yue and witnessing Macbeth's brilliant destruction with his own eyes, Roger finally understood what was said in the first page of the Book of Hilo. But there was one sentence he could never understand.

The gods are not omnipotent, while Hilo is omnipotent.

The fat man knew that Feng Yue had already opened up her own realm of God. But in this process, she would gradually lose herself and lose all her emotional memories.

So he wants to pull her back.

It was not too late for him to see her, but it was absolutely impossible to say it was early, it was just too late.

In order to have it, the fat man chose to forget. He will run wildly along the path of power until the day he can pull her back from the realm of the gods.

Imperial capital.

Sius talked to Roger all the way with a satisfied smile, and walked out of his room. He stretched out his hand and pushed the many traps set on the door away and were pushed open by him. Just the moment the door opened, the smile on Sius's face immediately frozen!

Roger looked out and saw the tragic situation in Seus' room, and his face immediately became very strange.

Seus slowly walked into the room. Although he was walking step by step, his steps were as light as a feather. He didn't look at the ground at all, but just paced back and forth in the room. But when his steps passed, everything remained the same and the tea scattered on the ground had not broken or turned over.

He walked around the room, his face turned pale, he looked up at the south, and murderous aura flashed through his eyes.

Roger couldn't see Sius' expression, so he stood at the door. He asked with a strange expression: "Elder Sius, what's wrong? You have someone copied your nest? Haha. This really doesn't look like a four hundred-year-old killer!"

When Seus turned around, his face had regained his usual grace and calmness, and he smiled and said, "Mr. Roger, it's not that a thief visited my room, it's just that someone sent a message. But this is not good news."

Roger asked immediately: "News?"

As for the purpose of sending a message, Sius' room will be completely renovated, and people have the ability to convey the message in such a domineering and sharp way, the fat man didn't ask a question. He knew that it would be useless to ask. What Sius wanted to say, and he would always come up with a way to tell the fat man that he would never ask what he didn't want to say.

"One good news, two bad news." Seus said in a hurry.

"You can tell me which one is better first." The fat man leaned against the door and replied in a hurry.

"Well, Oracle City has been destroyed, this is bad news."

"!How could the Oracle City be destroyed? Is that good thing done by the dog?! Where is that elf? How much did it hurt?" The fat man immediately shouted and jumped up.

Seus smiled slightly. He just said, "The good news is that you will have more than 50,000 more elves from now on."

The fat man was stunned and was a little overwhelmed by the huge gap. He was always worried about the insufficient number of elves and the low fertility. Unexpectedly, there would be 50,000 more elves now. This is good news!

"And the other bad news is that if you don't move fast enough, all your elves, whether new or old, will probably fall under the swords and axes of the orc army."

Roger calmed down, he thought for a moment, frowned and asked, "Is it possible that the orcs were given the orcs? Is this unlikely? There are many words on Wuzhuo Novel Network"

Xius sighed and said, "I thought this was impossible. But something impossible happened. It is said that more than 100,000 orcs have swept the entire Green Sea, and now more than 50,000 surviving elves have arrived at the Oracle City. However, the Oracle City will definitely not be able to stop the orcs following, so they chose to retreat to the underground fortress. Now, from time to time, it is estimated that the orcs have just arrived at the abandoned Oracle City."

Roger stared at Sius and asked, "Elder Sius. You even have the Book of Hilo in your hand. How could you not know about such a big thing happening in the Green Sea?"

The smile on Seus's face slowly disappeared. He said in a deep voice: "I really don't know. I think there must be a guy standing behind the orc. The orc suddenly became so powerful, it should be his masterpiece."

Roger wanted to continue asking why the 200,000 elves in the Green Sea could not resist more than 100,000 orcs, but as soon as he calculated the time, his face changed again, and he frowned and said, "No, one day the orc striker will arrive at the underground fortress! His *****, these elves are mine, and he said they can't be hurt in the hands of those orcs! Elder Seus, I'm going to go to the underground fortress now to see if you have any solutions?"

Seus immediately said, "I happened to have a directional portal there. Lord Rogge, if you want to go, we can go over and take a look."

A moment later, a magic light flashed in the center of the underground fortress dug through the long period of the three kings. When the light dissipated, Roger and Sius had stepped out of the portal.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Roger was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

The teleportation magic array is set up in the center of a very wide hall. There is a magic lamp on the four walls of the hall at any distance. Dozens of magic lamps reflect the entire hall as bright as daytime.

At this moment, the air in the hall was filled with a strong smell of blood and the pungent smell of medicine. Rows of seriously injured elves were lying neatly on the ground, and low-level elves echoed throughout the space. At first glance, the injured seemed to be unable to see the end! Dozens of elves shuttled back and forth, caring for the injured elves, and were so busy.

The underground fortress was originally designed for the elves of the Oracle City, and it can be said to be very abundant to accommodate more than 10,000 elves. But there were 50,000 elves at once, and it immediately became extremely crowded. Even these injured elves could only be lined up one by one.

Hundreds of seriously injured elves sounded like the number of casualties was not large, but when they appeared in front of them at the same time, the shock was definitely not something that could be accommodated by a simple number!

Roger looked at all this silently, his eyes narrowed slightly. His hands seemed to be casually behind him, but a small ball of magic flames occasionally exploded from his clenched fists.

A soft cry suddenly sounded in the hall, and a light figure came to Roger and Seus like a gust of wind. It was Effier.

"You're finally here!" said Effier.

"Are these done by orcs?" Roger asked in a deep voice.

"Yes. I heard that the orcs this time are very powerful and numerous. They also have many war beasts that they have never seen before." Effier replied.

Roger nodded, his face extremely gloomy.

Sius slowly glanced across the hall, his eyes finally fell on Effier, and after a moment, nodded and said, "You're doing a good job."

"But there are too many orcs coming, and I can't do anything about it." Effier replied with a frown.

Xius was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Although our elves decline, they are not yet at the point of extermination! No matter how many orcs come this time, I will tell them to be back and forth without returning!"
Chapter completed!