Blasphemy

Chapter 15: The Villain

The battle is on.

Ofirok seems to still have some spare power, his movements are very elegant. The golden weapon swung at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, the shadow of the golden fire-like weapon continuously drifted towards the Ice, Snow, and Silver Fox Cavalry all around. It was a pity that the three cavalry were unable to enjoy this beauty.

Behind the Golden Lion was a hundred golden knights. They rolled around like waves of gold on a silvery ice field. Wherever the golden waves went, the Ice, Snow, and Silver Fox formation easily split. The other golden knights were in three teams of ten people each. The front team continued to split the enemy, cut off dozens of cavalry from the already chaotic enemy formation, and surrounded the two teams that followed. In an instant, the Ice, Snow, and Silver Fox Knights had been wiped out. Then cut again, besieged, and crushed, continuing in regular order.

In the golden waves, Roger and the others looked extremely dazzling, like colorful trash floating in a clear spring. Not to mention the Dragon and Beautiful Woman mercenaries had different costumes, different colors, and scattered formations. Its combat effectiveness alone was enough to attract attention.

For a while, apart from the fearsome strength of the Round Table Knights who approached the paladins and the superior combat effectiveness of the Golden Lion Knights, the Silver, Snow, and Ice Fox Knights were also extremely strong. They did not panic despite facing a powerful enemy and were in danger. The typical perseverance and tenacity of a knight is highly commendable.

If there were no Roger and the others, this battle could be considered an example of a classic knight fight.

Dragons and Beautiful Women are different. Dozens of timid groups surrounded the wounded and hid outside the battlefield.

There were about fifty cavalrymen following Roger. If they saw the opportunity, they would besiege five or six Silver Fox, Ice and Snow knights and then kill them.

Everyone advanced fearlessly, weapons were directed forward, swords behind, all kinds of weapons were attacking people and horses. It really happened.

There's a swordsman, he's just playing cavalry today. He was full of killing aura. He directly rode the horse towards the opposing knight. Both rolled to the ground. The mercenaries Dragon and Beautiful Woman immediately beat him up in satisfaction, taking out the skills of the market thugs before becoming a soldier.

Roger looked calm like a great general, not at all ashamed of his thug-like attack. On the chaotic battlefield, the fatty could always lead his team to find the Snow Fox warrior left alone, then gang up on him, unbeknownst to the large group of enemies. His vision was truly sharp, full of strategy, a quiet and courageous generation of military geniuses.

This battle became one of Roger's boasting material after getting drunk later on. Even though the people who heard it disagreed, they could not argue against it.

Roger became more and more courageous in battle. He led his team to continue killing. The fatty got a crossbow from somewhere and shot the Snow Fox Cavalry he encountered. Within ten meters, he had already shot nearly a hundred times. The one who was shot was of course a horse. Even if it went wrong once in a while, Temptress Moon would slash the legs of the horse with a scythe blade. After the Snow Fox warriors fell from the horses, the Dragon and Beautiful Woman mercenaries came to gang up on them.

Although as an old man, Erie the Wind Fox magician did not know to respect herself, her strength was strong. It was a pity that he met Elise the female demon. Envy of this beautiful woman, Erie was already eyeing this female demon once the battle began. He let out a tornado and summoned a giant storm formed from a blue storm over five meters tall.

Elise emitted a large amount of black fireballs. Over 20 black flames flew towards Erie through various trajectories. The black flames in front collided with the tornado unleashed by Erie, and there was immediately a violent explosion. The storm mixed with flames formed a terrifying wave and spread out. The place that was swept by the storm became messy and smoky.

The smoke in front slightly disappeared, Erie horrifiedly discovered more than ten black fireballs were already in front of her. He was anxious and got off the horse's back, as a result of which his face smelled the ground but managed to avoid. But it won't always be like that. Black flames exploded around the Wind Fox Witch, small mushroom-shaped clouds rose, and flames covered a radius of tens of meters. The fire passed by and left a scorched corpse. It could be that the Wind Fox Witch did not die, but simply fainted. His magic wand was stuck in the scorched ground. The stick that originally contained a white cloth left ash at this time.

As the Silver Fox knight fell and was captured, the war quickly ended. For trifles like counting the dead and wounded, clearing the battlefield, and managing prisoners of war, there were subordinates who would handle it.

Ofirok climbed to the top of the hill with Elise, looking at the entire battlefield while waiting for a report from his subordinates.

The Silver, Ice and Snow Fox Cavalry had been released from its weapons, they were drowning in grief.

A Round Table Knight looked at the prisoners and said, “This time the four God Foxes have been annihilated and the cavalry troops have been destroyed by us. They had become weak mercenaries and could no longer be a threat to the Duchy.”

Ofirok smiled and shook his head. “Don't forget that we only caught a few little foxes, there is still an old fox, not to mention he has 8,000 mercenaries. We mustn't underestimate him even if he doesn't have a team.”

At this moment, there was a commotion under the hill. It was Roger's army returning from work. Over 30 bruised-faced Silver Fox cavalry were tied behind the horse troop. The mercenaries Dragon and Beautiful Woman received a slight sword wound, mostly just a bruise. While the dried bloodstains on their bodies were obtained from the previous battle, it had nothing to do with this battle.

Roger's left eye was swollen, the corner of Kate's lip was chafed, only Franco was not hurt at all. He looked proud and mocked the two people.

“Roger, as a magician, you don't use magic power, instead gang up on people with physical strength. I've never seen a witch so fond of fighting with people.” It clucked. “Are you planning to practice magic and martial arts? If there's no Temptress Moon, I think you've been dismembered. You've used crossbows to attack enemies, why are your eyes blue? Maybe because he hit his own horse? Aish, look at the witch Ofirok the sexy girl, she used to fly.”

Roger was not very happy. “Don't you call Temptress Moon using magic?”

Franco replied without hesitation. “It was indeed magic, but can you defeat Temptress Moon now? Have you ever seen a witch who couldn't beat her own pet? Your skeleton is really weird. I've never heard of a skeleton using a sickle blade. Moreover, one can fly and kick people when throwing knives. Only you can call that cruel skeleton.”

Seeing Franco turning his head and looking at him, Kate immediately preceded him. “I know that hitting people after they fall to the ground is very incompatible with my status as a knight. But what about you? Hiding in the back to stab people's thighs is also not an act that reflects the attitude of nobles, right?”

Franco looked embarrassed. “If I don't stab in the exposed part, do I have to stab in the armour part? You think I'm drunk?”

Kate is at a loss for words.

They looked up at the top of the hill, only then stopped making fun of each other and puffed up the chest, looking like a gentleman. Their humble, courteous, and gentle looks can fool some people. Kate looked serious and exuded a sacred aura. Franco was handsome and graceful, his black hair unraveling revealing the aura of an artist. Even Roger's fat face was glowing.

Unfortunately the people at the top of the hill, who had incredible strength and skill, had heard their conversation without missing a word.

Ofirok smiled, while the Knights of the Round Table had a strange expression. Elise was expressionless, but the black flames around her rose by one foot. The twitching face amidst the black flames appeared and disappeared.

The battle between the Golden Lion and the Silver, Ice, and Snow Fox quickly spread to all the countries on the land, and was known as the Battle of the Lion and the Fox. The Golden Lion knight defeated a triple enemy with 500 men, and only 50 were killed or wounded. Within a day the Four God Foxes of the Snow Silver Fox were captured and killed, all of them were wiped out. As many as 700 people from the fourth team of foxes were killed, 800 were arrested, only more than 300 fled back to the Duchy of Ron.

After this battle, the reputation of the Golden Lion Knight skyrocketed, and it had the possibility to become one of the top ten knights on the mainland. Ofirok is considered to be the younger generation on the mainland who have the most hope of becoming a paladin.

However, problems will still arise. Where there is light, there is darkness. After this battle, another group of mercenaries slowly entered their vision.

The mercenary group ‘Dragon and Beautiful’ Woman are officially known to the world because they killed Hart the slayer of the Snow Fox. They were also very active in the Battle of Lions and Foxes, but the contribution of detail is unknown as it was deliberately hidden.

There are various versions of the rumors in the surrounding environment. The speaker is not serious, the listener does not care either. After all when compared to the main characters in the Battle of Lions and Foxes, the mercenary group of Dragon and Beautiful Woman was nothing.

The smallest leaves need sunlight and nutrients. Plant nutrition automatically affects the charm or not of flowers. If the leaves want to grow and develop, then it must plunder from the roots and deep soil.

After the war, Roger and the others closed Cyrusburg as they wished. This closure was originally just to gain a reputation. For the likes of Roger, Ed and others– who may not have inherited the territory–it is equivalent to increasing their value. Lance, Franco, and Kate don't care.

There are two small towns and fourteen villages in the Cyrusburg region, with a population of less than 5,000. It was originally a degenerate territory. Thirty years ago, this noble's last blood died here. Under league law, the land belongs to the Duchy of Bavaria. Before it was occupied by the Snow Fox, the annual tax payment on this poor land was only a few dozen gold coins, which was not enough to cover the living expenses of an ordinary noble for a year. Therefore, this small castle became a forgotten and abandoned corner.

But the discovery of that iron ore concentrate will change everything.

Iron ore concentrate is basically still iron ore, but its grade is much higher, it can be directly melted into quality steel. Ordinary iron ore can only produce iron first, then turn it into steel, and the quality of steel produced is often not very good. In addition, it requires a blacksmith to remove dirt and make it steel. After going through these processes, even though the price of concentrated iron ore was often more than ten times that of ordinary iron ore, the price of high-quality weapons was even cheaper.

Some of these nobles were indeed trash, but they were not extravagant nobles. Instead, they have a sensitivity to wealth. People who often get together will be similar. Other than Franco, they had all been short of pocket money since childhood. But as nobles, they were used to luxury. The gap between greed and money can only be bridged by the mind. What you need to pay attention to is knowledge. After more than ten years, the noble bastards had also learned a lot about how to make money as heard.

At this moment, some noble bastards were crowding in the low and damp mines, watching the porters opening the mines.

Some of the porters were holding iron drills, the porters slammed the hammers into the ground, making a loud impact sound. After a few hammers hit, some raw ore fell, the porters waiting at the back then put the raw ore into a cloth bag and carried it out of the mine.

Seeing the jet black ore falling one by one, Roger could not help his excitement. A piece of raw ore fell from the porters bag and rolled onto Roger's feet. A large-statured foreman lifted the whip and shouted furiously. “Sial, how dare you be lazy! If I don't kill you today, I'll be a skeleton for a necromancer!”

It was breaking Roger's limits, Temptress Moon also felt angry in the other world. The fat man shouted, “Stop!”

The foreman's hand that was lifted into the air immediately stopped, he hurriedly approached and bowed. “There can be helped?”

Roger saw the trembling porters on the floor. This porter looked to be in his forties, thin and no fatter than Temptress Moon.His face was wrinkled and every wrinkle contained a black mineral powder. His stupid gaze was filled with fear. The porter was only wearing a flax shirt that had worn off its color. Scars were clearly visible on her exposed skin. Roger just shut up and shook his hand. The porter thanked him, then brought the ore out of the cave with great difficulty.

Roger bent down to pick up the piece of raw ore, then slowly twisted it as if he was stroking the white skin of the person he loved. The plump face was so gentle and holy instantly, the foreman who saw it was stunned.

The iron hammer fell violently onto the iron drill, the hand of an old porters trembling. The pebbles fell and splashed, blood coming out of the tiger's mouth. The old porter glanced at the foreman who was watching, then gritted his teeth and grasped the iron drill. The hammer fell, his face twitching in pain. The old coolie closed his eyes and waited for the hammer to fall again, but that did not happen. He opened his eyes in astonishment and looked at the snow-white cotton cloth in front of him. The old porter looked up and saw Roger's soft plump face.

“Wrap it,” said Roger softly.

Feeling hesitant for so long, the old porters then took out a cotton cloth with trembling hands, blood staining the cloth quickly.

Roger turned around, the smile on his face disappeared. He firmly said to the fixated foreman. “If not a big deal, don't hit these coolies next time.” Then Roger judged the foreman until the feather stood up.

Tu ... This master is not interested in me, right? What am I supposed to do? The foreman gritted his teeth. The future is important, just ignore it ….

Roger astonishedly looked at the foreman who gritted his teeth, then said like an expert. “Your bones are too bad to be a skeleton for a necromancer.”

When some nobles came out of the mine, the sun was already almost setting, they had unknowingly been staying in the mine for most of the day. This iron ore concentrate was so important that some nobles had to do everything themselves and observe each process closely. Darkness, humidity, noise, and unpleasant odors cannot be compared to the lure of wealth. To some noble scoundrels, the dark raw ores emitted a golden light.

Some royals are so shocked by Roger's appearance today, Franco suspects that Roger's head was injured during the war.

The fat man smiled without saying a word, but an old and wise voice swirled in his head. Be kind to all who create wealth for you.

The old man is a little useful too, thought the fat man cruelly.

In the mainland legend, there was a powerful man named De Klerk who had mediocre talent from childhood, but with incredible perseverance, he nurtured in the mountains for eighty years, and finally became one of the sword saints on the mainland at the age of ninety-five. Three years later, before his death, De Klerk said to some of his students. “This lifetime, I have nothing but a sword.”

Although the noble bastard's view of wealth was different from De Klerk's, the point remained the same. Since dealing with iron ore concentrate, elegance, art, elegance, and taste, everything was forgotten. For the past few days, Roger and his friends have been working hard with the coolies. Each link should be carefully observed. As the sun set, several people gathered in a small dining room, with low-quality barbecue dishes, bread, and red wine. The moon in the sky, snoring rang out loud.

This is an era of paranoia.