Blasphemy

Chapter 11



Rogge woke up, and the rough wooden roof slowly cleared in front of his eyes. The slight swaying from underneath made him understand that he was in a carriage. With another big sway of the carriage,  the sting spread from his wound to the whole body, so that he couldn't help but moan loudly.

“Awake? Rogge?” With a bang, the curtain of the window was opened, and Emmet’s big head came in.

"Where am I? How long have I been unconscious? …. Hey!! This damn broken carriage! And this path! Are we driving on the field?"

"Don't worry, we will be back at Fort Farborg in two hours. There is a priest, there. At the moment, you can only protect your wounds with the little potions that come with you. Your life is really tough, ah so Fragrant, roasted, the brothers almost added you in the food at night," Emmet smiled with a gloating face.

"Damn, we are missing a priest. The next time I am free, we have to get one. How is Frost's medicine so bad! It hurts me. He would have made a good medicine if he had put half the effort of his magic weapon."

"How was the fight?"

"In addition to you, we have four brothers injured, not light, alas."

"I want to get a patrol cavalry team." Emmet shook his head and continued. "We won the lottery this time. Come on it really was Silver Snow Fox and it was an elite snow fox brigade. The number is not too much. There are more than 300 people, which is ten times that of ours."

"Damn, their captain is bad, fast and an intermediate knight.

"Fortunately, the guy’s brain was not so good. He had to be singled out with Keith. Grandma’s, Franco immediately shot an arrow on his ass.”

On the day of the forest combat, the patrol cavalry captain was captured and given a few rounds of torture.

Later, Lawrence removed his trousers, and covered honey on it, and found an ant colony. After a few minutes, he gave his confession.

After the Silver Snow Fox team occupied this small Cyrus, they sealed the Lord's house and grabbed more than a hundred young men from nearby villages. They have been digging day and night. However, this task seems to be quite confidential, and the position of the patrol captain had not yet reached that level of confidentiality.

After Lawrence fiercely sprinkled more salt in the already bruised wounds, the patrol captain immediately screamed. "I will say, I will say!"

"It seems that the lord had enshrined a necromancer in the house, it is said to be the mage's lab!! Water, hurry up and give me a water!"

Lawrence had asked him again and again and after convinced that nothing could be asked anymore, had swiped the dagger, ending the knight's pain.

As many people were seriously injured, and the only mage Rogge became a roast pig, the most important thing was that these 30 people were not enough to continue the mission. Seeing, these the noble debauchees, together, quickly ran away.

Anyway, there were still four months from the appointed deadline.

This time, it was not without any gains. At least they understood the fact that their strength was still far away from the Silver Snow Fox team.

As for the spoils.

"Pooh!"

"What first-class mercenary group elite team, poor like a grandson. It was just crap." Responsible for cleaning the battlefield, Keith was extremely keen on the image of the knight.

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The middle-aged priest who gave Rogge's injury a look at the church in Fort Farborg did not seem to be very strong. Rogge's injury was cured only after using six or seven heal magic in succession. The fat man jumped from the bed and threw him two gold coins, ignoring everything, and hurriedly escaped. He instinctively hated such places. If the effect of the priest's healing was really not needed, he was never willing to step into the place.

Nightfall.

 The group met in the most prosperous "Rhine Night" in Fort Farborg. The place here was actually the gold nest of Farbourg. From wine to women, the Rhine night was said to provide the best of all Farbourg. Naturally, it was not a place that ordinary commoners can afford, but the merchants and nobles who traveled south to the north, making the business here flourish.

“Rhine Night” was a towering three-story building, but it was equal to almost an ordinary six-story building.

In front of it was a wide square. At night, there will always be a huge crowd of large and small luxury and expensive carriage.

There was a magical fountain with a diameter of nearly five meters in front of it. The water rushed straight into the sky until it was five or six meters high and then scattered. On the water mist, a purple magical flame burned around the clock. At the bottom of the fountain was a large magical array. The colorful magical light flames shined on the mist, creating a romantic and mysterious atmosphere. A magical array of Light such as that cost a lot to maintain it every day.

Through the 4 meters high gate, the golden wall in the lobby of the Rhine Night was brilliant, and with magical splendor, it was gilded with a touch of gold. Arts from all over the world were scattered throughout the hall.

The second floor of the Rhine Night was divided into separate compartments, which were decorated in the artistic style of the major countries of the continent, and was an important source of conspiracy and fornication.

On the third floor, there was another larger hall. Every weekend, there were often slave auctions held, and occasionally there are other large-scale events.

There were more or less, slaves in the Gloria continent. The sources of these slaves were often prisoners of war, rebellion, and other intelligent races such as dwarves, elves, orcs, and even dragons.

These wars often occurred between humans and the intelligent races on the continent, just like the war between the various countries. In comparison, it was the war between human beings that happened often.

Basically, many people within the human counties would accept other intelligent races, as the Church of the Holy Light preached, that human is the most favored children of the god, but other races were also the children of the god.

Most slaves were used for menial works, and of course, the slaves auctioned on the Rhine Night will not be these inferior goods.

Goldy and his apprentices were bought by Rogge from here.

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After the "Hammer of War God" business became more and more prosperous, Rogge and others became frequent visitors here. These noble debauchees belong to the kind of people who are less ambiguous. Of course, this was compared with other nobles who had real power or pure bloodlines. This was developed natural, however, it was inevitable that there will be some temperament of the nouveau rich, especially Rogge. Even Franco couldn't be excused, and occasionally pretended to say some mundane sentences in front of outsiders.

"Hey, it is too late on the Rhine Night, and yet there is no spirit."

At this time, several debauchees were slouching in the corner of the lobby, and the second floor was for the rich and expensive guest to go up, where Rogge and others were still not qualified.

"Those bones of the necromancer, I really don't understand how someone would be so interested that it was worth sending three hundred people to take risks. Grandma, damn foxes were too poor, and martial arts was really good!" Emmet sighed.

"More than three hundred people, what do we do? Just look at the level of these 30 people, and we have to gather at least 600 people. According to the current equipment, our money can only equip 100 people," Keith was also very depressed.

"Alas..." Franco sighed. "If this is not done, the money will be the small matter. When it is time, the Duke of Bavaria would not be happy."

"Don't be discouraged. We killed their mage, and whose level was not low!  Such level of people, the mercenary brigade is estimated to have only one or two. Now it should be they, that should be afraid of us, anyway, six cavalry scout and a mage are gone, maybe they are panicking in the same way, hahaha," Rogge looked around, but no one laughed. He had to turn haha into two hehe.

"Can't just consider it as finished!" Keith suddenly got excited. "My dad has been fighting for so many years, with the military.

Also because he was only a baron, he had been put on the position of the deputy commander of the city defense army for more than ten years. Damn, he is the Rank 15 High-level knight. Chambers, that fat pig, not only because he is a count, but also the nephew of the deputy minister of military affairs, sits in the position of the commander? Damn, if he can achieve the level of the Rank Eight knight, this father will lick his son's buttocks!

"This opportunity, we cannot let go!" "We must find more people and more good people than them."

"You are good, at least you can inherit a baron." "My father has been around for ten years without moving anywhere. I can't even inherit the baron. Alas, even if we few brothers were the nobleman, what good life was there?. In fact, when I was in the capital when I went to find a prostitute and I got robbed."

"If Rogge’s brain was not good, and had not opened the 'Hammer of War God’, wouldn't we would have been looking at this place with despair? Could we come inside the Rhine night?"

"Come on, brothers! Don't be unhappy, Franco interrupted the two knights. "Why don't you look at the commoners who are always get robbed. You think you are in a low position? Keith, you are going to steal the fun. It’s not bad for your father and son to be regarded as a dark knight."

"Anyway, this opportunity is hard to come by. Don’t worry why Orpheus is looking for us, but this is going to be a good chance to curry favor with the great Duke of Bavaria!"

"Let's start with what to do next!"

Rogge poured a mouthful of wine and had a little inspiration. "The first thing is to recruit and, recruit as much as we can, this time we don't need to prepare good equipment for them."

"It is better if they are poor but strong! The key is that the weapon should be better. The horses, we don't have to prepare so much of them. So how can we not get 300 of them? Keith, Emmet, you two will be practicing with these for two months. Look at that mercenary brigade, it was so poor, at most there is another magician with them. This time when we charge at that outfit, how can we not kill the magician?"

The "Hammer of War God" will be out of the ordinary goods these days."

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Lawrence conveniently touched the buttocks of the passing waitress, and stared amorously at her, following her into the back hall with his eyes.

He regained his gaze and said, "We don't play straight with them! They have many people, when we see them we run fast, We circle them. Sooner or later they will be unable to bear and come out of their tortoiseshell. Let's find some people from the thieves' guild, will arrange traps and lead them to have a good taste."

"Right, more crossbows, arrows are little inconvenient at the closeup, but the short bolts are ok. If they just rely on those broken armors of the mercenary, they will cry. Oh, You must coat poison on the tip of the crossbow bolts."

The few people with the same spirits were greatly inspired and started to discuss the schemes and tricks. The meeting of the debauchees with same minds, they are intriguing.

They deliberated and discussed, ambush, poison, pits, trapped horses, luring, pretending to die, all kinds of insidious tricks, and many more.

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The sky had become lighter, and under it, looking at each other and giving sinister smile, everyone got up at once. In the great hall, it raised quite a few eyebrows.

The "Dragon and Beauty" mercenary group had recently become a small topic in Farborg. The recruitment of more than 200 mercenaries at the same time caused a little sensation. Although the name of the group was a bit vulgar, it was surprising that quite a few veteran and free soldiers joined, for the reason no other than for the beauty being like-minded with the noble debauchees.

In the internal training ground of the Thieves Guild, Lawrence was working hard with 20 thieves round the clock. When Lawrence was chased by the mercenaries, he changed his lazy habits. After all, surviving was more important.

This time he finally found out that he was born to be a thief. Nothing was more suitable for his dark mentality than hiding in the dark with a hidden weapon and traps to kill the enemy.

More importantly, there was no better job for peeping than a thief.

Count Wennington, after hearing about the adventures of the noble debauchees, was silent. Only the next day, his fifty heavy armored cavalry guards withdrew from the military service and joined the mercenary group.

Keith also picked out a hundred men from the mercenary group, matched with horses, chain mail armor and halberd, and turned them into a semi-light halberd cavalry.

For the next two months, Keith trained with these knights in the training ground.

The remaining 200 people of the mercenary group were led by Emmett. Emmett, who had already converted several professions, had recently resolved to become a magic swordsman. It was only appropriate for him to train infantry.

As for Franco, he said one superficial sentence,  "My life is art", and was busy designing the mercenary flag and the group logo.

The people were extremely depressed, until one day they accidentally bumped into him holding a fine stabbing sword and working hard on the humanoid target, immersed in the practice of fencing.

The dense sword dents were all in the eyes, wrists, thighs, and even under the genitalia, everywhere there was no protection of the armor. The people looked at the scalp tingling the scene, especially Keith as a knight, his face was extremely ugly. Franco's swordsmanship handed down in the family was known for its footwork, which was considered to be a superior swordsmanship, and now joined with such sinister and vicious methods of warfare, its power was greatly increased.

Everyone remembered the top-grade thorn sword that Frost had created for him the day before yesterday with electrical paralysis effect, giving them chills.

As for the poison, that was all right, everyone did it anyway.

Rogge was not meditating all day long, he was hiding in the laboratory researching magic, occasionally he would wear the full armor and mixed in Emmet's team to practice with the ax.

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In the lab, Rogge muttered a spell, the smoke dissipated, and the Love stood before him. At the moment, the Love, carrying a long knife in the right hand and a broken shield on the left hand, looked more imposing than before.

At least, compared with the necromancer's common skeleton soldier, it was not too bad. Rogge always had tried to study where the knife and shield of the Love came from. He had tried to give the love some new equipment, and the love very obediently dressed them. But after the love was sent back to the other world, the equipment was left behind.

During the next summoning, he was still carrying the same long knife and the shield.

Rogge looked for Frost and he was also puzzled by the undead magic.

There was a strict classification of magic on the continent, and the distinction between the areas are not obvious. Most of the magicians who were proficient in some aspects of magic could display the magic of other areas, but only a few spells. However, the spells that are extremely opposite to each other could not be performed.

For example, undead magic, most intermediate magicians could call out a skeleton if they wanted.

However, the quantity was not much and the quality would be average. Because of the limited combat power of the skeleton, a well-trained soldier could deal with three or two skeletons alone, so it was not practical unless it could be summoned in large numbers.

The necromancers, however, were different. They dedicated themselves to the god of death and could convert themselves into undead creatures. The strength of the undead was greatly enhanced. They were often paranoid and evil because they were increasingly eroded by the breath of death. Only a few people who became the necromancers could maintain the clarity of the mind.

The various curse in the undead magic and the dark magic were very effective in the war, so the rulers of various countries often acquiesce to the existence of such mages, and only the necromancer who was transformed into an undead was not allowed to be in the world. This was also partly due to the great achievements of Rodriguez. Since then, the Church of Holy Light had been trying to kill every necromancer on the continent. For more than 20 years, this line of magic had been extinct.

 But the biggest difference between "Love" and general skeleton, was intelligence. Rogge himself did not know why he knew this. The damn necromancer did not give him a bit of magic knowledge, especially did not leave a trace of his treasure trove of knowledge.

Every time Rogge stared at the Love, he always felt that love was watching him. One man and a skeleton often staring at each other's eyes for a long time.

When Rogge was a little idle, under the guidance of Frost, he changed his equipment little by little. Now, the rich and powerful Rogge could already wear four good magic-enhancing rings on his ten fingers. In recent months, the use of spiritual force to control the magic had become more skillful.

Although he could only cast Rank three spells as a Rank 5 mage, he could cast three Rank-three spells with ease.

Rogge’s day and night study were not on the most popular fireball spell that was currently on the most favorite list of mages but the speed of the spell chanting. After several trials, he found several syllables that could be shortened, and the duration of the spell was reduced by one-third.

The hot weather slowly passed, and the strength of debauchees was enhanced bit by bit. The "Dragon and Beauty" mercenary group also began to take shape. Count Winnington had secretly observed the training of the mercenary group and later nodded to Keith. The time for the agreed deadline was getting closer and closer, and everyone’s heart began to feel dry. In the past month, with the growing skill of Lawrence, he often took his thieves near the vicinity of Fort Cyrus and brought back a lot of useful information. Of course, the incident of theft in Farborg has also increased slightly. They just didn't know how big the remnant of the necromancer was that even after digging for half a year, it still was not finished.

While faced with the enemy, the noble debauchees in a rare chance were not out making trouble, but for but were practicing hard. Of course, their sinister tricks, poisoned weapons, were never taken out. There were occasionally sparring with the face full of chivalry. Although a few people on the side would have liked to go and make trouble, under the crowd gaze, the noble status must be maintained.

Even if it was a true son of a prostitute, the memorial still had to be made.