In less than a month, Makur, the small town of the Snow Falcon Kingdom, has become famous in the Holy Alliance.

Makur is located on a small plain at the foot of the mountain, with two small rivers passing by the city. The small city is not big, with only more than 10,000 people. Most of the people in the city rely on logging, processing wood and hunting to make a living.

Makur's fame did not come from the citizens, but from the brave Ticton tribes in the mountains. Ticton tribes were the most outstanding hunters and warriors, and the rulers of the Snow Falcon Kingdom could not completely subdue them. In desperation, he had to accept the symbolic surrender of the tribes tributed a certain number of ferocious beasts every year.

The rulers of the Snow Falcon Kingdom also tried to attack, but the result of several attacks was to lose troops and generals. This time, the Snow Falcon Kingdom had a new ruler, and the new tax officer sent to Makur City was obviously not very familiar with the local situation. After being provoked by Makur's original city lord, he brought fifty soldiers into the mountain to conquer the Ticton tribe who "never pay taxes to the Principal of Are".

The result of this entry into the mountains was that the tax officials and their subordinates were all subdued by the Ticton tribes and sent back in a tie. For the powerful Ticton tribes, this was already a very polite approach.

Frey was furious when he heard the news and personally brought five hundred soldiers into the mountains to clear out these mobs who were not subject to discipline. However, the strength of the Ticton tribes far exceeded his expectations. The result of underestimating the enemy was that Frey was seriously injured by an extremely long-distance crossbow arrow before he could take action. The soldiers under his command quickly rescued Frey and evacuated the mountainous areas. The Ticton tribes have never taken action since then, nor have they pursued the retreating Duchy of Alay.

However, unexpectedly, Makur City actually rebelled.

The night after Frey's defeated army withdrew from Makur City, the original city lord of Makur City led his people to surround the city lord's mansion where Frey entered. Because a traitor helped to open the gate of the lord's mansion, most of the five hundred soldiers died in the melee. Frey forced to use the Druid's magic in the critical moment and turned into a fiery four-meter flying dragon, which was able to lead the remaining soldiers to break out of Makur City.

Frey, who was injured and injured, barely fled back to the capital Rector. Now his troops are only more than 600, and it is difficult to protect himself.

This victory made the small city Makur famous. Some rebels from the Kingdom of Snow Falcons, and even some rebels from the Kingdom of Goshawks and Vultures gathered to Makur. The Lord of Makur appointed the second son of the Grand Duke of Snow Falcons as the master, claiming to restore the Kingdom of Snow Falcons.

Makur's rebellion shocked the Holy Alliance, which had gradually accepted the facts. The members of the other eleven countries of the Holy Alliance discussed the demise of the Three Principles of the Highlands in the parliament of the Holy Alliance. The members of the two Principles even proposed that the Three Principles of the Highlands should be restored. As compensation for the Principles of Are and the Kingdom of Leighton, the three Principles would pay a large sum of money to the two countries.

Putting aside the factors of King Romon and the elf Eclair, the Kingdom of Leighton was unwilling to spit out the fat meat that had been swallowed. Therefore, Clark came to Dresden again, urging Roger to quickly quell the rebellion of Makur so as not to have too many dreams.

Of course, before Clark's trip, Marshal Elams sternly warned him not to provoke Adele again. As for whether the agreement that Roger promised him could be achieved, everything would be natural.

But Roger has not been able to move for half a month. During this period, he either hid alone and practiced the "God Killing" move, or meditated. He occasionally studied the secrets of the elves magic array with Froya. When he was in a good mood, he would take advantage of her. Since the little fairy had been "wives" that night, he has always regarded himself as Roger's "wife". But she has been very busy these days. Roger's treasured green dragon eyes have been exploited by her, and he has studied them frantically every day, and Roger did not disturb her much.

Although the Green Dragon is a lower-class dragon among the dragon clan, it is also the only dragon clan that is good at acid poison. Rogge once mentioned to Furoya that a poison is specially used for poisoning dragons, especially for poisoning the silver dragon that is almost immune to poisoning. According to this little fairy, all the hope for this poison lies in the eyes of this pair of green dragon dragons. Fortunately, she has used the blood and bone marrow of the silver dragon to refine a lot of medicines, and she already knows the body and resistance of the silver dragon. Only by preparing this almost impossible poison has some hope.

As time goes by, the voice of restoring the three principalities of the Highlands became louder and louder in the Holy Parliament Alliance. Clark urged Roger to send troops almost a few days later, and even said that he could mobilize 10,000 troops from the Kingdom of Layton and be under the command of Roger so that the chaos could be quelled as soon as possible.

Clark's concerns are not unreasonable. During this period, the rebels kept gathering in Makur. Now, every day after that, Makur's rebels will have dozens of more people.

On that day, Roger finished meditation and saw Clark waiting outside his room door again, he smiled and went to meet him.

"Mr. Roger, when are you going to send troops to quell the rebellion of Makur?"

"Just tomorrow!"

"What?" Clark could hardly believe his ears. He thought he would return empty-handed again this time.

"These rebels are usually hidden very deeply. I now give them a stage so that they can all jump out and gather together so that they can catch up in one go! Save more time and effort."

Clark nodded and said, "Lord Roger is indeed wise. Do you need the assistance of the Kingdom of Layton to send troops?"

Roger said calmly: "No need. I will bring three thousand people here this time, I think it's enough."

"But it is said that Makur has three thousand people now! They have a city to defend. Look, should you bring more people there? Avoid excessive casualties from the soldiers?"

Roger knew what Clark was worried about. He hoped that Roger could help him in the battle to seize the throne, and it was not a good thing to weaken his allies.

"Some mobs are not worth our worries. A small town like Makur is like having no city defense in front of my magic."

The next day, Roger left Clark in Dresden and set out to quell the rebellion with the newly trained Spartan Knights, two thousand Alay Duchy of Arre and one thousand elves shooters.

The army moved forward and arrived in Rector within a few days.

Rector's situation was actually very critical. It was almost impossible for Frey to station the 80,000 city with only 600 soldiers. However, Frey bluffed and patrolled the whole city with great energy the next day after returning to the city. The story of his transformation into a flying dragon that day suddenly spread in Rector, which scared some of the unscrupulous thoughts of those who were interested.

As the number of rebels gradually increased, the Makur rebels began to attack Rector, but as their power increased, a leadership struggle began within the rebels. The rebel leaders quarreled for several days, delaying the opportunity to go to war.

Roger's army rested in Rector and headed towards Makur the next day. Frey was also in the army. His injuries were actually very heavy. When attacking the Ticton tribe that day, the shocking arrow pierced his right chest. It was because the other party was unwilling to kill him, so he chose this position. Frey knew that the martial arts of the archery man were extraordinary.

Frey, who was seriously injured, immediately retreated. But when Makur rebelled, he reluctantly used the transformation technique, which made his injuries even heavier.

Even with Froya's healing medicine, according to Frey's injuries, he would have to be unable to perform magic for at least half a month. When he needed to rest, he wanted to follow the army. There was no other reason, because the blue-clothed swordsman who had been obsessed with him was now accompanying Rog!

Androni was also shocked when she first met Frey. The two of them smiled awkwardly and went their separate ways.

Since then, when Frey saw Androni again, he had completely returned to normal. Frey was extremely powerful, handsome, knowledgeable, insightful and demeanor were the best choices. He had a great charm in every move, and it was a very pleasant thing to interact with him. But he tried his best to avoid Androni, even if he had a few conversations occasionally, he was also cold in elegance. Frey had already decided to keep this thought deep in his heart forever, and would only occasionally take it out and reminisce about it when it was late at night.

Androni was even more so. She had already understood Frey's special hobbies, and every time she saw him, she felt uncomfortable. One morning she met Frey in the military camp. After saying hello, she immediately found that Roger was flashing at the entrance of the Central Military Camp. Her keen eyes also caught Roger's seemingly smiling.

Androni was angry and rushed into the Central Military Camp like lightning, lifted Roger up and pressed heavily on the pillar in the tent! She was embarrassed and exasperated, and she used a lot of force, which made the entire camp tremble. Before Roger could speak, she immediately punched Roger hard in the abdomen and hit all his words back. Then, she stared at Roger and said word by word: "I know you did it on purpose. But if you dare to laugh again, I will never be polite anymore!"

Seeing the central tent trembling, Frey smiled, but the smile was a little relieved and bitter. He sighed and turned back to the camp.

Androni's pretty face was very close to Roger, and almost the tip of her nose was about to touch each other! Roger suddenly smiled strangely and kissed her little mouth! Androni screamed, retreating five meters away like lightning, and her little face was still pale. She suddenly felt a little hot under her feet. She looked down and saw a magic circle appeared at some point under her feet. The black flames spewed out more than a foot high, and the flames stretched and shrank.

She was startled. This was the dark flame pillar of the demon world! Even if she had great martial arts skills, she would be extremely embarrassed if she was unprepared. But the flames were so small, it was a little strange. She looked up and saw a faint black mist around Roger. Androni immediately understood that the magic circle that appeared quietly at her feet was Roger's masterpiece. But she never expected that Roger could actually attract the flames of the flame pillar without emitting them. Obviously, the magic control power was so brilliant that it was unimaginable!

"Androni!" Somehow, Roger's cold voice made Androni feel uncomfortable, "I'm not what you want to beat and scold if you want to. Maybe it was, but now it's no longer. How many major things do I have to do every day, and where can I feel like laughing at you?"

The drastic change in Roger's attitude made Androni at a loss. She had never seen Roger get such a big temper. Her face turned pale and she said juicyly: "Roger, I..." but she didn't know what to say.

"Androni," Roger's tone eased a little, "This is the military camp, I am the commander of the entire army. If you treat me like this, the soldiers will see it, what will they think? How can I maintain my prestige? What do I use to make them believe me, obey me, and die for me? This is a battlefield, not a place where you can play at will! After you have experienced so many things, why haven't you made any progress yet?"

Androni's face turned pale. She knew that Roger was right, but she still couldn't suppress her shame. If it were someone else, she would just sneer and leave. However, Roger's position in her heart was very strange. After that, she always felt a little different. But she couldn't say anything about the difference. This time, Roger was obviously much more scheming than before, and it also made her feel unpredictable for the first time. Just like this ruthless scolding, she never expected that she would let him scold from the beginning to the end!

A crisp scolding suddenly came, but this time the target was Roger: "Fatty! You are bullying Annie while I am not here? If you don't care about you for a while, you want to steal food again, right?"

Froya walked in as she said. She hugged Androni gently and comforted in a low voice: "Don't pay attention to that fat man, he is going crazy again, let's go!" As she said that, she pulled Androni, who was already a little red in her eyes, and left the tent.

After a day of march, at night, the army set off the camp again. Now it is only thirty kilometers away from Makur. When tomorrow dawn, you can enter the rebel base camp.

Charlie, who is slightly stronger in the Round Table Knights, is in this military camp, and is well-organized and can't miss it. As for night attacks, Roger and Charlie are not worried. The elf archers with night vision are definitely a disaster for any night attack troops.

It's late at night and people are quiet.

The inside and outside of the military camp were in silence. Unlike the ordinary military camp, there was no light in the camp of the Roger army.

When the moon passed by, this rare quietness was torn apart by a series of screams.

Roger's army had extremely strict military discipline. Although he heard the sound of fighting and fighting, he did not hear the order. The soldiers just stayed in their beds and continued to rest. They all knew that the power of the elves in the dark night would only sigh for the tragic fate of the thief archers.

Sure enough, the riots and screams disappeared completely after not long. Two hundred infantrymen were summoned to sort out the battlefield and clean up the bodies.

What surprised the soldiers was that in just a short while, there were more than 400 corpses, and at most two sharp arrows were inserted into each corpse. Under the faint light of torches, they could still see the corpses' faces turned blue and black. They followed the officer's instructions and padded their hands with thick cloth, pulled out the sharp arrows from the corpses, arranged neatly, and then carefully sorted out the armor and property of the corpses.

After the battlefield was cleared, the officer's second order shocked the soldiers: chop off all the heads of the corpses!

But obeying orders is the soldiers' duty, and their strict military discipline has made them do it one by one.

A sound of horse hooves sounded again, and the elves who had gone to capture the horses that had broken their reins had returned.

Finally, the entire military camp returned to tranquility.

But this tranquility is like the sea before the storm...

Roger suddenly jumped up from the bed, grabbed the dragon-slaying spear, and shouted in a low voice: "Who is it! Come out!"

A low, hoarse but unforgettable voice made Roger's unforgettable sound in the wide camp: "Sure enough, some ability! It seems that your strength has been greatly enhanced during this period! What's even more rare is that you can always stay alert."

The silver light in Roger's eyes illuminated the entire camp in an instant! He said coldly: "Death God! Why are you so polite this time? I have died in your hands once, but I don't want to die a second time. How can I not stay alert?"

A low laughter rang out again. Although there was already light in the account, the Death Clan still didn't know where it was hidden.

"Death is just my nickname, just call me a class. Also, don't think you can be fearless with Frey. His life and death are not within my consideration."

Roger was stunned for a moment, but then smiled and said, "Ban, I didn't mess with the Northern Alliance, but you will kill me first. Lord Sky Wrath is not yet invincible, right? If you form an enemy like me, it may not be as easy as you think! Even if you don't care about Frey's life and death, you may not be able to kill me this time!"

"No. Lord Wrath of the Sky has never looked down on you, so I will end your life by myself last time. As for the reason for killing you, you will not completely forget the Druid village in the Central Mountains, right?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten! Those Druids were killed by people from the Church of Light. Should these be counted on me?"

"You know best if you should keep it on your head! But I am here today, not here to pursue this matter."

Roger smiled sarcastically: "Mr. Death comes, what else can I do besides taking my life? But it's hard to say whether you can get what you want!"

Ban's figure appeared in the middle of the camp. At first glance, he was just an ordinary middle-aged man, about his early forties, wearing dark brown leather armor. There was no special point, and there was no trace of magic blessing. The leather armor was well maintained, but it could not cover up the traces left by the long years. Roger even saw thin cracks on it. The thin sword that once took his life was hanging casually behind his waist, and it looked just an ordinary thin sword.

"I haven't seen you for so long, but you've been preparing carefully! Well, this Shadow Knight is a top-notch, not bad, the young man is very good at it! Two little girls outside the camp came in, it was very cold outside, haha. One is Proses's apprentice, and the other is... Well, judging from your stingy look, you should be a disciple of Jero."

Androg and Froya walked into the camp with a look of surprise. They remained in the most alert state and did not dare to relax. Although the reputation of the God of Death Class was not very famous, it was not an exaggeration to describe a killer entering the Holy Land.

Ban still stood there casually and leisurely, without any sign of gathering Dou Qi. But Roger remembered a sentence that Shius had said: "Elevating Dou Qi to the top in an instant is a basic skill of a killer."

Roger became more cautious.

Ban smiled and said, "Rogge, your scheming is very deep! You are not weak in dragging these two beautiful girls to be your bodyguards. They are not weak. It's all right. Are you sure I don't want to offend a sword saint and a great magician at the same time, so that I can be so fearless?"

Roger was very strange. The old fox smile of Seus flashed through his mind. He calmed down and replied: "In the eyes of the killer, there should be no distinction between the strong and the weak. There are only two types of people in the eyes of the killer, the guardian and the unprepared. So I don't think you will give up your mission because you are concerned about Lord Proses and Master Jero."

Ban nodded with praise and said, "Okay! It's true that he is a talent. Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you today. No matter how you were resurrected, the last time you had died at my hands, and my mission has been completed. You should thank that elf, she made me change my view of you. There will never be no reason for you to let such a pure and strong elf die for you. So I secretly observed you for a while, although you did a lot of bad things. But who is not a ruthless person who accomplishes great things? What's the point?"

"Ajani..." Roger felt a little painful in his heart, but he didn't say anything, and quietly waited for his next sentence.

"I came this time to ask you something for Acelot. Well, it's Amy. In your heart, what position did you put her?"

Androni and Froya's ears stood up quietly.

Roger was in a daze. Amy? Where is the position? He hesitated a little. Where can Amy have in his heart? If he had to say a position, it would be the kind of girl who could play or not. Roger was considering whether to tell the truth. After such hesitation, Ban had seen through his true thoughts and couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, although this child, Essilot, has never said it, but I know that she will never let you go. The night I killed you, you should know that you just think about her meaningless dedication. Roger, I know that you are a cruel person who is scheming and calculated. I didn't want me to influence your view of her. But, this child is like my daughter, a father, and can't watch her forever. If you are willing to accept Essilot and treat her well, then you have the kindness of the class, think about it!"

Rogers frowned and was moved. But at this moment, he was cautious in everything and thought for a moment before speaking: "Ban, I respect your strength, so I will speak to you. I only have one soul and only one heart. I can't tolerate too much love in my world, even if there is, it has been taken away by others. Amy, no, Acelot does not get love from me, and what she can get is probably only care and care. I don't want to, nor dare to deceive a killer in the Holy Land. This is my true words."

The squad leader sighed and said, "Actually, I have known the answer for a long time. Alas! Well, I will consider this matter again. I have another sentence to tell you, even if you are a father, do your best for your daughter. The angry 'Silver Miracle' Nicholas has left Dragon City and started flying towards the north. He not only has the legendary force, but also has extremely high wisdom. Please do it yourself!"

After saying that, Ban's figure began to blur, and Roger hurriedly shouted: "Wait! Silver Miracle Nicholas? Who is he? Why did I get into him again..."

Before Rog's words were finished, the camp tent was suddenly filled with a icy murderous aura. Then the earth-shaking fighting of fighting spirit immediately formed a tornado rising from the sky! The instantaneous impact not only completely destroyed everything in the camp, but also knocked Rog, Androni and Froya out!

The few people were dizzy and felt that their eyes were lit and dark, and the terrifying fighting spirit storm completely disappeared.

Ban's hoarse and angry voice came from a distance: "Despicable! Shameless! Madman! I know you want to take revenge, but you are a person in the Holy Land, so you are so fucking embarrassed to attack!?" His voice was immediately interrupted by a series of violent coughs, and the cough went away at an astonishing high speed, and it was no longer heard in a blink of an eye.

A few white feathers fell in the sky...

A slender hand suddenly poked out from the void, and the luster of the demon lotus is always so beautiful.

With a slim hand, all the flying feathers disappeared.
Chapter completed!