What made Roger laugh and cry was that under the guidance of Xius, the little fairy Fuluya spent most of her time painting a magic circle on his belly. Xius had obtained a ball of extremely pure sacred energy from somewhere, and without saying a word, she injected all the magic circles into it.

As soon as the magic circle was running, Roger screamed, sweating all over his body, and he immediately fainted from pain!

The sacred power directly burned flesh and soul was not something that ordinary people could tolerate! Then the endless huge pain woke him up again. But in front of the two beauties Froya and Androni, Roger had to sacrifice his face. His face turned pale and his whole body was trembling. Finally, he refused to scream again.

The first magic circle was running for half an hour! Roger was so dizzy that he woke up several times. Compared to the time he was soaked in the church that day, the feeling this time was the difference between hell and heaven. But the fat man still endured it, and this perseverance surprised everyone around him.

The method that Sius, the old fox, found out from the elves's classics is indeed effective. After the sacred energy left by Feng Yue, Roger's wound has stabilized and he no longer has to rely on the extremely precious silver dragon spinal cord to maintain his life. After that, Androni injected sacred fighting spirit into the magic circle every day, of course, the effect is much worse.

But no matter what, Roger's injuries are always getting better day by day.

Although the little fairy Froya always smiles in front of Roger every day, she always has unconcealed sorrow. She and Androni meet every day, but Froya will never say a word to her again.

Roger took all this into consideration, and of course he knew what was going on. The fat man was just wondering what the girl who could change Androni's heart was like. If he had the chance, he would really want to see it.

But he soon discovered that he was completely unable to think about this matter.

The sacred energy burning once a day has exhausted all his willpower and energy. Androni's sacred energy is far from Fengyue in terms of quality and quantity, so in order to suppress Roger's injury and even make it improve, the time required has increased exponentially. However, although her sacred fighting spirit has much worse effect, it is no less than Fengyue's energy in terms of pain.

The fat man has been tempered for many years and is optimistic by nature. He can't help but regards this torment every day as a training. Especially when he found that after the first wave of baptism of sacred energy, his mental power actually increased slightly, and he felt even more ecstatic. From then on, he did not rely on his mental power to resist the pain, nor did he let Fuluya apply anesthetic to him again. He just gritted his teeth and endured it hard every day. Often after fainting, he woke up by the huge pain. He knew that this opportunity would not come again. Without the oppression of fatal injuries, he would never bear this pain again.

After another week, Roger was able to walk around the ground.

One piece of news that surprised Roger was that Feng Die was also extremely injured. The elf was fragile and was directly pulled away by the giant silver dragon tail. Feng Die's bones were broken by dozens of bones on his body, and his spine was even broken into three pieces. If it weren't for the pharmacy master Fuluya and the priceless raw materials such as Silver Dragon spinal cord, Feng Die's life would have been lost. As soon as Roger could go to the ground, he would go to visit Feng Die immediately.

When Roger saw Fengdie for the first time, he could hardly believe his eyes.

The beautiful elf of the past has withered a little, and her tassel-like blonde hair has lost its luster and is spread on the pillow casually. Her pale face is faintly blue, and her eyes have lost the luster of the past, looking at the ceiling blankly. When she heard the sound of the door, her eyes just turned dumbly. When she saw that the person coming in was Roger, she didn't react, and looked at the ceiling blankly.

Fuluya followed in, took out a small silver bottle, and dripped a drop of blood-red liquid into Fengdie's nostrils. A flush slowly stained Fengdie's cheeks, but her eyes were still empty and stagnant.

"How was her injury?" Roger asked with a frown.

"She was too seriously injured and could only take care of her slowly. After three months, she would get out of bed. As for how much martial arts skills will be recovered in the future, it is still hard to say. She is completely different from yours. The most difficult thing for your injury is the almost irresistible flame erosion power. She has complete external injuries. To completely cure her, only the recovery spell cast by the Light Mage close to the level of the great magician is possible, such as the eighth-level magic "Divine Healing Technique". "Froya said in a voice that only Roger could hear.

Roger slowly sat down beside Fengdie's bed and looked into her eyes. Fengdie still had no reaction at all.

Roger frowned even harder and said, "No! She doesn't want to live anymore, there is no anger in her eyes. This should be one reason why she can't recover."

Froya looked at Feng Die, and there was a strong reluctance in her eyes: "I have never seen such an outstanding elf girl. It would be a pity if she died like this. What did you do to her? Will she hate you like that?"

Feng Die is very simple, and almost all love and hate are written on his face. Roger knew that he was as smart as Fuluya, so it was not surprising that he could see this. But he didn't want to explain. Even if he had a skin-friendly relationship, he would always be on guard against this little fairy. He was going to go back and solve Feng Die's problem. Roger guessed that Feng Die had no hope of restoring martial arts even if he survived, let alone avenge him. It was not difficult to defeat her defense and resolve her death intention. The difficult thing was how to cure her injuries. If she really couldn't recover, it would be a pity. Roger had to waste much of his previous efforts.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to Elder Sius. He asked the old fox to check it carefully in his "Elf Code" to see if there is any way to cure Fengdie's wounds instead of "Divine Healing Technique". It is not easy to find a master of Light close to the level of the great magician. What Roger knew in his life was just a pope and a Cardinal Burke. But he refused to see either of these two people. Even if he had the chance to see him, he would definitely not have the courage to see him.

With the support of the elf guard, Rogge came to Elder Sius's residence with difficulty. Before he could enter the door, he heard a series of harsh metal rubbing sounds inside, and sighs from Sius. Rogge was stunned again. He could not think of what could make Sius so worried, and couldn't help but feel curious and pushed the door open.

As usual, Sius's door was never locked, and there were no mechanism traps inside. Roger did not think Sius was open and upright, but this unfathomable old thing no longer needed these useless decorations.

Leaving the elf guard outside the door and passing through a corridor, Rogge, who had not yet recovered, finally struggled to move his body into the large living room of Seus.

A piece of silver light like broken jade shone on the floor.

Elder Seus sat in the middle of the floor, with a silver light in his left hand, and a short file with green light in his right hand, and was working hard. The harsh metal friction sound came from between his hands. His neat silver-gray hair was a little messy, his forehead was slightly sweaty, and his silver powder was covered in him, making him look indescribable.

Roger was both surprised and funny, and he wanted to see what exactly tortured the old fox to this end.

Seeing Roger enter the door, the frown Sius raised his head and looked at him, sighed, and then lowered his head to study what was in his hand.

Roger became interested. He endured the huge pain in his abdomen and sat slowly on the ground, picking up a silver circle about the size of an inch.

"Isn't this a silver dragon scale? How could it be so small? Old man, isn't it a problem for your two short swords to cut off the silver dragon scale? Why is it so hard? But then again, you have too many good things. Even a file has greatly improved its sharpness and solid magic attributes, which are better than most magic long sword attributes. It's really eye-opening!"

Xius snorted, without raising his head, and still rubbed the small silver dragon scales in his hand hard and stopped for a while. He put the silver dragon scales carefully and looked at them carefully before throwing them away, throwing them into a small pile of processed silver dragon scales behind him.

"Hmph, ignorant thing. The hardest scales on the Silver Dragon's body are the hundreds of thin scales from the jaw to the neck. That place is the blue sky of Annie, the little guy, and I can't insert it into it. Seeing that you were so seriously injured this time, I was dissatisfied with it. I was going to use these hundreds of thin scales to make you a silver dragon armor so that you can save your life. It would be fine if you don't know the good hearts, but you dare to laugh at me. Be careful that I'll get angry and cut corners for the Silver Dragon Armor I made for you!"

Roger picked up a piece of silver dragon's thin scales and folded them hard. Under his brute force, the dragon scales were still motionless, neither bent nor folded. Although the scales were too small and hard, it was incredible that such a thin piece of dragon scales were so strong. Of course, the first thing fat man practiced when he drove the "God of War Hammer" was to identify the raw materials. At this moment, he immediately knew that these silver dragon scales were precious. Roger couldn't help but secretly glad that day, fortunately he started from the back of the silver dragon's head. He had carefully read all the information about silver dragons, but he only knew that the silver dragon's weakness was the weak point of the neck, but he didn't know that the thin scales under his neck would be so strong.

The dragon nose is another fatal weakness of the silver dragon, but in that kind of place, the dragon breath comes when it opens. It is not a place where ordinary people dare to take action? Even an old fried dough stick like Xius can't escape the last breath of the dying silver dragon.

With Roger's temperament, he would never touch the dragon's nose.

Xius picked up a piece of silver dragon scales again, began to polish the shape, drill holes and edges. Judging from his progress, it was estimated that it took less than ten minutes to soak a piece of dragon scales. Roger understood very clearly that every time Xius filed, he quickly increased the Dou Qi at that moment, so the small file would fly everywhere, and the silver dragon scales were filed off a small layer. However, Xius's Dou Qi increased at this moment had reached level 16! It seemed that if Xius had not done it himself, the elves of the entire Oracle City would have no choice but to have these fine silver dragon scales.

But he was able to instantly raise the Dou Qi to level 16, and then completely return to normal. If he said that this old thing had not entered the Holy Realm, Roger would not believe it.

But after the fat man repeatedly asked, Sius just said: "I am a four hundred-year-old killer, and the killer naturally has a way to killer. He usually hides his aura and only increases his strength to the top the moment before the battle. That is a qualified killer!"

Roger knew that he would definitely not be able to ask anything from this old fox, so he had no choice but to say, "You old guy put so much effort into making such a top-quality armor for me, isn't there any conspiracy?"

Xius snorted angrily and said, "I am born with misfortune. I met you, a messenger. Humph, I might as well make two pots of good tea with this leisure! But if you don't save your kid's life, my elves will be in trouble! I'm just helpless."

Roger laughed and said, "That's true! Without me, it's not easy for elves to gain a foothold in human society! By the way, old guy, please look back and read your 'Elf Borrow' to see if there is any way to cure Fengdie."

Xius pondered for a moment and said, "I am just a killer and I know nothing about magic and recovery. However, in my experience, the main reason why Feng Die's child cannot recover is because of his heart knot and his loss of hope for future life, he will be determined to die. If he can untie this knot, it will naturally be easier."

Roger snorted and said, "She is desperate because her spine is broken and her martial arts are difficult to recover, right? If she doesn't solve this, how can she recover her hope?"

Xius sighed: "If I can solve the things that can only be done by the great magician of the Light Recovery System, I still have to hide in the Central Mountains for four hundred years? No matter how bad it is, Feng Die is, he is just an elf. I have limited energy, so for the sake of the survival of the entire elves, I can only take care of you first."

Looking at Sius working hard, Roger snorted, without commenting, and went out.

He dragged his seriously injured body and walked around several key points of the Oracle City.

The workshop of Oracle City is now busy, and the elves are working hard to deal with tough dragon skins and steel-hardened dragon scales. The huge dragon skin can be made into nearly a hundred sets of light and strong leather armor, while the dragon scales are enough to make more than twenty sets of heavy armor. Roger thought about it and ordered only ten sets of heavy armor made of silver dragon scales for later use. The rest of the armor only adds a piece of dragon scale to the most important part to increase protection. In this way, it can be made into about one hundred sets of magic armor. Now the only one What’s worried about is that the elves have weak physiques. In addition to the elite swordsmen and knights on the Dark Moon, other elves warriors will be greatly reduced when wearing these heavy armor skills. Although the protective power of the leather armor made of silver dragon skin is far less than that of the Dragon Scale Armor, it is also quite different from the stainless steel full-body armor commonly equipped by human heavy infantry soldiers. However, the weight is only slightly heavier than the ordinary leather armor, which is suitable for the elves archers and killers on the Dark Moon. The only drawback is that these silver dragon leather armors are too few, and they are not enough for the Dark Moon Warriors.

When Rogge thought of the dark side of the moon, he couldn't help but feel gloomy. The dark side of the moon he created had originally had 800 elves, but now there are only less than 300. In the battle of the Silver Dragon, almost all the melee soldiers on the dark side of the moon were killed in battle, and the remaining elves were either archers or killers. It seems that in the future, they will have to rely on the human army to compete for the main force!

This time, the elf mage was also seriously injured, and two elves elders also died on the spot. The magic laboratory set up by Roger was much deserted, but with Fuluya's guidance, the two elves mages who were forced to participate in the production of potions benefited a lot. Fuluya gave them a few simple poison formulas, which were generally fierce intoxication, but the advantage was that the raw materials were sufficient, the price was cheap, and the production process was simple, which could completely adapt to the requirements of military mass production. Although these poisons would not be killed on the spot, if they were not properly treated, they would probably be killed in half a day. On the battlefield, how could there be such an opportunity to treat you slowly? Therefore, in Roger's eyes, these poisons were even more important than the silver dragon scale armor.

Roger endured the physical discomfort and still insisted on coming to the center of the three elves ancient trees.

All the buildings in the middle of the ancient elves have been demolished, and even the Elders' House has been demolished halfway. Only the Elf Temple occupies the best position on the lakeside, which is the farthest away from the ancient elves' trees, can be spared. Now the land has been leveled, forming a circular square.

There are three unique plants with low disc curves growing slowly in the center of the square. The magic light flashed on the two elves magicians, controlling the growth of these plants. It can be seen that they were not relaxed. After a while, their magic power was completely consumed, and these plants only drew a few new sprouts.

Hundreds of elves were carefully digging tiny magic symbols on the ground. Elder Sarah was the only surviving elder-level magician in the Battle of Silver Dragon. He was holding a thick stack of drawings in his hand and directing the elves to arrange this huge magic array. Judging from the progress, it is estimated that it will take another half a month to complete it.

Roger looked up at the ancient elves tree, which was already yellow on it, and was dotted with only the green spots.

This magic array is still very incomplete, but it is already a rare magic genius to design such a magic array within a few days. Roger only realized after waking up that under the threat of Froya, Xius had handed over the magic array secretly storing magic power to the little fairy. Based on the elves magic array, Froya finally designed this magic array.

Although there are still many defects, it is better than not. Roger is ready to refine this magic circle by referring to the magical knowledge left by Elicis and the fragmentary memory of the Lich Elgra.

At this moment, Androni's crisp voice came from behind him: "Rog, you ran around as soon as you got out of bed! It's time for treatment!"

Rogge's face turned pale and he almost sat on the ground. The elf guard who was holding him looked unbearable. Rogge snorted, and with a tragic expression of death, he moved towards the temple step by step.

The sky gradually became darker.

After finally finishing the treatment, Roger relaxed and lost consciousness half-drowsy and half asleep. The elf maid pulled Roger's clenched fists with force, pulled out the pinched hand towel inside, and covered Roger's naked body with a quilt.

Androni was also very tired, and it was a big burden to her for continuous consumption of most of her fighting spirit. Over the past few days, she admired Roger's will. After enduring this huge pain, he did not struggle or shouted, but just lay down quietly and endured, fainted and woke up. Androni asked herself that if she changed positions with Roger, she would not only need to be tied up, but she would also have to scream like a pig.

Extremely weak, Roger, who was sleeping, seemed to still feel pain, and the flesh on his face would twitch from time to time. Androni chuckled and whispered: "I deserve it! You have done so many bad things, so it's a little retribution." But no matter how she said that, she still sighed and gently wiped away the sweat from Roger's face with a scarf.

Froya was also very tired, and kept the magic circle on Roger's belly running for a long time, which was a heavy burden even for a magic master like her. As soon as Roger's treatment was over, she walked out of the room, as if she didn't know that Androni was staring at her melancholy. Froya knew that Androni would probably have to protect Roger for a while, and would go back to rest after he recovered.

Froya quietly pushed open Fengdie's door.

At this time, Feng Die's room was already dark. She had already used medicine. Now no one will disturb her rest at this time.

Feng Die was still open with her big eyes that were lost and had no reaction to someone coming in. A small magic flame lit up at the fingertips of Froya, illuminating her face.

"Froya...Sister..." Feng Die finally reacted a little and uttered a few words with difficulty.

Fuluya sat down beside Fengdie's bed, stroked Fengdie's face, and said softly: "Silly child, why can't I think it all the time? Are you afraid that your health will not be better in the future?"

A tear flowed quietly from Fengdie's eyes, and she said with difficulty: "I... know I can't get better..."

Froya gently pressed Feng Die's humiliation: "Do you remember what my sister said to you? You are a genius and a noble elf, but why did you lose to Roger again and again? Yes, he is despicable, he is shameless, he uses any means, but you have not seen the most important thing, and he never gives up. Even if there is no hope at all, he has to struggle for a while. Do you still remember the book "The Biography of Powerful Ministers" that my sister asked you to read? Look at those people in it, which one of them is not a guy who is not a person who wants to fight for his life until death? If you want to avenge such people, you must be able to persist and have perseverance than them. You still have hope of restoring your martial arts skills, why should you give up now?"

Feng Die shook her head hard, and tears flowed down again. She wanted to say something, but Froya held it down again.

"Don't talk, it will hurt. My sister knows everything, and I know Roger very well. If you have your sister help you, you will succeed! Don't worry, my sister has carefully studied the contract you signed these days. It is not completely flawless. Let's try the first path first. If it doesn't work, if you have your sister here, the second path will definitely be successful. I will remind you again, you must not tell anyone about your help. Do you know?"

Fengdie nodded slowly but resolutely. The huge pain made her beautiful little face pale.

"That's good. My sister thought of a way to connect your spine. But it will hurt so you must hold it back. You can't tell anyone about this. And no matter how painful it is, you can't move around in this month. As long as you endure it for this period of time, maybe your martial arts will have hope of recovering all your martial arts."

Feng Die blinked hard.

Froya chanted the spell, and the gate of Paradise Lost slowly appeared in the room. She stepped into the gate, and in a short while, she took out a large piece of ice with a light blue shiny luster from it. There was a bloody thing in the ice!

"Look, this is the best piece of tendon on Silver Dragon's body! My sister specially stole it out to treat you."

Froya said, controlling a small ball of magic flame with both hands. The ice cubes melted quickly, and the dragon tendons slowly floated in the air.

She lifted Fengdie's quilt, revealing the elves's slender and beautiful naked body. Her hands gently stroked Fengdie's body, as if intentional, as if unintentional, her cold fingertips were just passing by Fengdie's **. Because of the pain and coldness, Fengdie's skin became extremely sensitive, and waves of strange feelings kept surging Fengdie's whole body from Fuluya's fingertips. Her little face turned red, feeling it was very inappropriate, but she didn't know what to say.

Fuluya chuckled, stood up, took out a pile of small bottles shining with all kinds of light, and lined up next to the wind butterfly's bed.

She turned Feng Die over very gently, but the huge pain almost made Feng Die faint. Fortunately, Fuluya then nailed a dark blue tip into the back of her neck, and a sensation of numbness spread throughout Feng Die's body, reducing the pain to a level that she could still bear.

Fuluya sang a long spell gently, and slowly, a long sword shining with the light of fire appeared in her hand. As the spell progressed, the magic sword became smaller and smaller, but even more dazzling. When the magic sword had shrunk to the size of a dagger, there were already thin beads of sweat on Fuluya's forehead.
Chapter completed!