Demon Lord

In Cracking Earth, Rody used a lot of similar BuF scrolls, but even when he was a level 59 ranger in 597, the most advanced scroll he ever used was just a blue excellent scroll. Level Extreme Power of the Lion King - and the effect of the scroll at the beginning was to increase strength and improve physique, and the duration was 6 minutes. m

From here, we can see why the effect of [Moloch's Blessing] is so heaven-defying: general scrolls have a duration of 15-6 minutes, but this scroll is only 6 seconds...

If its duration is 6 minutes, I am afraid it can become a legendary scroll with the prefix orange, but obviously this thing is powerful, but if it is really practicable, it has not destroyed the balance of the game .

Although the effect sounds awesome, [Moloch's Blessing] is only a one-time consumable after all... and because it does not have the effect of magic immunity, if you are unlucky and suffer from several control skills in a row after opening it, then I can only watch helplessly as this epic scroll is completely wasted...

As far as the effect is concerned, although strength improvement is inevitable, how many people can fully adapt to the sudden acquisition of a large number of skills after their level is raised suddenly? In 6 seconds, it was too late to understand the skill description and it was over.

Therefore, for ordinary people, most of the effects of this scroll come from the explosive increase in attributes after leveling up and the doubling of attributes.

But Roddy is not an ordinary person, on the contrary, he is one of the few guys who can wield this scroll to the extreme

Holding this scroll, Rody felt that what he gained after a month of tossing in Houlier City was beyond imagination.

Looking up at Suo Deluoer's frowning face, he smiled and asked, By the way, you should already know about the baron's award, right?

Mentioning this matter, Suo Deluoer was silent for a moment, but his tone changed somewhat contradictory: I... don't understand your approach.

In fact, no one would understand Rody's choice—just this afternoon, Roddy rejected the Duke of Angmar's request to grant him the title of Baron, and instead gave it to a man of noble blood. Soderol... Although Angmar finally agreed to his request, he was obviously dissatisfied with Rody's choice.

You will understand these things in the future. You don't understand even after I explain it. For the time being, you treat me as a guy who likes to retreat behind the scenes and do some conspiracy. Isn't that more acceptable? Rody lifted the curtain of the car and looked at The city wall with the torches in the distance looked around, measured the distance, and added: Of course, I don't mean to manipulate you as a puppet, I just hope that we scouts can have a good place to go.

What a smart person Suo Deluoer is, he naturally understands that Rody may have some difficulties of his own. He even remembered that Rody had said similar words when chatting casually in that hotel before. After thinking about it for a while, he sighed helplessly: Since you have made such a decision, then I will be diligent and diligent as the lord.

I know what you're worried about. Under the dim light, Rody's expression at this time was unrecognizable in the shadows, You are afraid that with the change of status, the original simple things will deteriorate... Brothers who are born to die will be greedy for comfort and lose their motivation. heart, or——one day, you, me, or these once-familiar comrades-in-arms will become enemies?

Soderol replaced answer with silence.

Actually, such worries are all right. I also had such thoughts, and it is precisely because of this that I decided to let you become the baron.

Roddy's voice was not concealed, so Luge who was driving could also hear his voice, You have a big picture, you have received more education than all the scouts, and you are familiar with the operation of the territory, so the lord let you be the most Appropriate. But it's just on the surface...

He paused, and continued: The death of Sarota does not mean that the orcs will not have such an aggressive leader; and after we solve the problem of the undead the day after tomorrow, that Ansadin from the Tasman Kingdom will definitely come to find him. Trouble, these are two issues, and... Cross B, although the heretics may not have too much movement for a while, they will eventually find some clues and come to the door.

Look, orcs, undead, and heathen lunatics may threaten our lives at any time. What kind of leisure do you think we will live in the future? Farming the land, herding sheep, and enjoying the happiness of women?

Rody shook his head, his voice was very deep amidst the slight noise of the carriage: If we don't work hard, I'm afraid we will end up with no bones left sooner or later...

Such words silenced Suo Deluoer and Luge, who were already a little relaxed. If Rody hadn't pointed out such a point, they almost all thought that the next day would be smooth sailing.

Not to mention them, the remaining scouts probably didn't have the idea of ​​going back to enjoy the happiness after all this work, and even Carter had already discussed with others how to collect rent if he had a few acres of fertile land...

After all... this is the age of war.

With Rody sighing softly, the carriage slowly disappeared into the dark corner of the street.

September twenty-fifth.

In the Cobb Forest, the assassin team disguised as Jitter Firm is still moving forward at an unhurried pace.

It is autumn, which is the last active period of wild beasts in the forest before winter, so when walking on the road at this time, you can often encounter hunters or mercenary teams entering the forest to hunt, and occasionally there will be one or two elk without eyes Or if the wild boar rushed to the front of the marching team, the result would naturally be directly hunted and killed by the mercenaries of the caravan.

However, these guys who were originally undead would not eat those fat fresh meat at all, but only used them to exchange some information with other teams they met by chance——

Lord Magda, I just got the news that Houlier City has recently imposed a curfew, and only the west gate is open during the day.

With his bald head poking forward, Derby bowed and reported the news to Magda who was sitting in the carriage. The Blightcaller who sat in the carriage and closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, Why?

I heard that on September 20th, the Rose Cross, the original speech was interrupted by a group of heretics, and many people died. The speech is being held again today, and the Duke of Angmar will give some honors tomorrow. Ceremony, so the military actions in the city these days are not small... probably because they were frightened by the previous incident.

When saying these words, Derby also quoted the inquired news: It is said that the bishop and bishop of the Rose Cross were almost directly killed by the heretics in the square. I guess they are afraid of losing this old face.

Magda turned her eyes to the window, and after a moment of silence, she replied in a low voice: When did the news from the contact point arrive last?

One hour ago, my lord. Derby took out a piece of parchment, on which was a message sent by an eyeliner hidden in the bazaar in Houllier City, Master Ansardin's insiders in the city only know that we will be there We arrived on the 26th, but we don’t know how many of us there are and what our disguise is…”

When such words are spoken, it is equivalent to ruling out many possibilities-apparently Derby never thinks that the identity of this team will be exposed.

As the highest decision-maker of the entire team and the main executor of the assassination, Magda still had some doubts in her heart just now, but because of the self-confidence brought about by her strong strength, those unobvious senses of crisis soon Then quietly disappeared following Derby's report.

Heh... it's just a lord of a small city, and it's not worth my attention.

Magda finally made a decision in her mind, waved her hand and said: The team will continue to move forward, and strive to arrive earlier on the 26th, and if we can catch up with the duke's award ceremony, then we will complete the task directly.

This feeling is like going to a place to kill a chicken and then turn around and leave. It sounds like overconfidence, but Derby, who is an advanced Assassin level 2, doesn't think that Magda If there was any arrogance in his words, he still bowed his head respectfully and saluted, and then jumped off the carriage to deploy orders.

It was early morning at this time, and at this time tomorrow, the convoy would arrive at Hollier City.

At the same moment, on the city square of Houllier City, Sally finally became a priest of the denomination under the official statement and appointment of the bishop. Among the flying rose petals, she was smiling in a blue and white priest's cassock Accepting the blessings of believers and bishops.

The grand speech actively aroused the emotions of the believers. After the cheers continued until the end of the ceremony, the bishop began to circle the city in a carriage and began to bless the city of Houllier. Thousands of believers followed behind the carriage, and when the team marched through the broad main road, the magnificent carriage, the mighty guard of honor and the devout believers formed a unique picture of this era.

There is a strong fragrance of roses on the road, and the panic caused by the Viper Cross is gradually calming down. Not long after the bishop's carriage passed by, the Duke's Palace convoy led by Titus and the knights of Wellington also appeared on the road in the city, but they did not follow the bishop's team, but turned onto the road to the west gate .

The heavy carriage was driving smoothly on the avenue. Inside the carriage, the mellow red wine in the goblet was rippling slightly, reflecting the face of Rody who was sitting opposite the Duke.

Sally's matter has come to a conclusion, so I feel more at ease.

The Duke of Angmar's voice was not loud, but his tone was a bit lonely, maybe because he remembered the past, or because of the upcoming parting, the old man didn't seem to deliberately cover up this feeling in front of Rody. mood. While looking out of the car window, he shook his wine glass lightly, and then asked, By the way, in tomorrow's plan, a group of people and a motorcade will be prepared separately at the North City Gate...Is it reserved for me?

Yes, Your Excellency Duke, that is the last resort.

Luo Di raised his eyes slightly, and said bluntly: If the worst happens, we will naturally arrange for you to leave here. The road from the Duke's Mansion to the North City Gate is the smoothest. If you leave the North City Gate, if it goes well, you can Arrive at Fort Bol in a day.

When such words were spoken out frankly, Angmar was raising his glass to taste the soft wine in the glass, and through the movement of drinking, some exclamations flashing in the Duke's eyes were not seen by Rody.

When I was fighting in the past, I never thought about which way I would escape from... Angmar smiled after putting down the wine glass, and there was no hint of ridicule in her words, The lord from his mansion Leaving, such a thing is a shame, what if I choose to refuse?

Then I can only say... you now will not choose to refuse.

Being able to sit in a carriage with the Duke, this status is enough to show that Angmar attaches great importance to Rody. Although the two of them have a lot of age difference, it seems that there is not much difference in status when they are talking at this time. Rody's answer was a bit random, but it was as direct as his archery skills—I'm not denying that there's nothing wrong with 'glorious death in battle,' but the current Sally can't support the territory of Efta. ...So if you really face the choice between life and death, I don't know in the future, but now, you will definitely not refuse the chance to live.

This is a declarative sentence, without any questioning tone.

After hearing this, Angmar smiled and sighed, and silently admitted that Rody's words were indeed on point—but then he pointed to the parchment in Rody's hand and asked: I I've always been a little puzzled, why doesn't the core of this plan revolve around you? Your strength...

This battle is not something I can participate in at my level. If I try to dominate the battle, I'm afraid it will only add to the chaos.

Rody shook his head, Under the circumstances that the number and strength of the enemies are unknown, the current plan can only guarantee the greatest adaptability, and the success or failure, the variables are not predictable by me at all, so all I can do is Make all the preparations and do your best. If you succeed, everyone is happy; if you fail, I can guarantee that the Luciferon family can make a comeback at any time.

After hearing these words, Angmar nodded approvingly, drank the red wine in one gulp, and said softly, Okay.

Just a one word review, but the weight speaks for itself.

Although Roddy's statement sounds too objective and rational, Angmar understands that reality is like this...Romanticism is just a cover. When war comes, there is never any room for fantasy in terms of victory or defeat.

After Rubens' parade is over, all the temple guards will gather here, Rody checked the plan for the last time, and then put the parchment aside. Next... I can only hope that everything goes well.

The carriage stopped in front of the West City Gate, Rody got out of the car, and when he walked into the sunlight, he could see that he was wearing the military uniform of the City Defense Team at this time, and there was an emblem representing the Little Captain on his chest.

Carrying a short bow, the scimitar at his waist was replaced by a standard long sword, and he was wearing a lot of safari suits under the military uniform, and the ring that was extremely lethal to the undead was worn on his hand,【 Moloch’s Blessing] scroll in his pocket—as he did before the start of every mission, Rody checked all the skill bars and experience status bars, closed the list with a wave of his hand, and opened the “Status Bar of Peripheral Characters” and “Peripheral Items” Status Bar.

Glancing over the densely packed texts around him, he took a deep breath, turned around and gestured everything is normal to the Duke of Angmar, then walked towards the tax office outside the west city gate, taking over The soldiers who were originally in charge of tax collection and registration leaned against the stone wall under the city gate and began to wait silently.

The pit has been dug, let's see who will jump in...