Emily's movements were too fast to surprise everyone.

The head hit the ground, and there was a trace of horror in Weatherley's wide eyes, as if he had no idea that he would be killed by Emilys's own hands.

She stood beside the corpse with her blood-stained sword, her face undulating.

The faces of everyone in the room were wonderful.

Valrogan couldn't hide his surprise, Dinkraj was even more dumbfounded, only Estan remained silent as always.

Wren raised an eyebrow, realizing that he had underestimated the power of Emily Thread.

A woman who can use her body as a bargaining chip in order to restore the country and revive the glory of her family, and specializes in learning the technique of room to entrap men, and killing her cousin in front of her is not only showing her determination, but also showing her decisiveness.

Of course, this is also what Weatherley brought on himself, without the slightest self-knowledge.

It is estimated that Emilys has put up with him for a long time.

Wren looked at her soul, a large white mixed with a part of orange, indicating that her emotions at the moment were calm and at the same time, there were only a few waves.

"What an ambitious and bold woman!" he admired in his heart.

Emily suddenly looked at Bigbell.

This loyal high-ranking ranger shuddered and realized that his scheming had been seen through. When Weatherley made a move on Wren just now, he was the only one present who didn't stop him, and just a moment's hesitation revealed his thoughts.

"Your Highness......" Bigbell knelt down on one knee and opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to justify.

Emilys just looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

Bigbell's face turned miserable, and he suddenly gritted his teeth, pulled out his long sword, and swiped it at his neck.

While!

With a soft thud, Bigbell's longsword was shot down.

It was Ding Laji who prevented him from committing suicide, the two were old friends for more than ten years, and he couldn't bear to see him die in front of him, so he pleaded: "Your Highness, I am willing to vouch for my life, Bigbell's loyalty is no problem, it's just a moment of confusion, please give him another chance." ”

Valrogan and Astan did not speak, but they looked sympathetic, apparently agreeing with Dinkraj's words.

"Wren?"

Emilys looked at Wren for his advice.

"This is your internal affair, and I have no right to decide. Wren didn't care about that, in fact, he could already see that Emilys was inclined to spare Bigbell.

If she asked for his execution, Emily would have done so.

Several of her subordinates didn't dare to complain, but they inevitably felt guilty, and there was a crack in the internal relationship that was originally united.

And the eye of the soul saw that Bigbell was indeed extremely loyal and had no thoughts of betrayal.

Emily secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put away her sword, and said in a deep voice: "Bigbel, I don't want to see you affect the Drogenburg family's restoration plan because of your personal will, I allow you to continue to be loyal to me, but there must be no next time." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. Bigbell looked ashamed and bowed his head deeply.

"Get up. ”

Emilys didn't look at him again, and ordered, "Lord Valogen, please take care of Weatherley's aftermath, and don't let the Storm Church notice the problem." ”

Weatherley is a ninth-level storm priest, and there is hope for a new star to be promoted to a legend in the future, and his sudden and unexplained death will definitely attract the attention of the Storm Church.

If it is not handled well, it is a big trouble.

Valrogan said lightly, "Your Highness, rest assured, Mr. Weatherley will be accidentally killed in a dock clash tomorrow, which is a common occurrence in Hightock. ”

"Then I'll leave it to you. Emily nodded in satisfaction.

She turned around and grabbed Wren's arm again, and the two of them walked out of the room and went upstairs together.

Valrogan watched their figures leave, until he couldn't see them, he looked back at the three colleagues, and couldn't help but ask with some hesitation: "Your Excellency the Earl said that he doesn't have a Blood Soul Curse, do you believe it?"

The horror of the Blood Soul Curse is well known.

The known way to lift the curse is to reach the twenty levels of the transcendent profession and enter the Holy Rank. For example, the Holy Soul Wizard has undergone seven transformations, and each time he can weaken part of the influence of the curse, and finally eliminate the curse completely.

Not all Holy Orders can be successfully lifted.

Moreover, reaching level twenty is too far away for ordinary transcendentals, and millions of transcendents may not be able to produce a holy rank, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is tantamount to myths and legends.

Another way is the blessing of the gods.

But this is more difficult than advancing to the Holy Rank, because not all gods have the ability to lift the curse.

The curse of the Lord of Darkness can only be fought against by a few powerful gods, and it requires a lot of divine power. Even among the gods' most favored elect, the gods are not necessarily willing to pay such a large price, and many of the Chosen ones are still burdened with curses.

From ancient times to the present, mortals who can make the gods lift the curse of blood souls can be counted on two hands.

Only a few people have lifted the curse, and it is of no great use to the entire human race, and they will give birth to offspring, and as long as they are united with other humans, they will be cursed again.

It's like a terrible contagion, and the curse will never be eradicated unless an antidote is found that can be used on a large scale.

Apart from these two methods, almost no one has heard of the third.

Wren is neither a Holy Soul Wizard, nor even a Legendary Wizard, nor has he heard that he is the chosen person of the Goddess of Magic, how can he lift the curse?

This is too important for the Dragonborn family, and if Wren does not have a curse, then the descendants of him and Emily will only inherit a very weak curse from Emilys. With the powerful characteristics of the Dragonborn Soul, it is easy to suppress the curse and become a pure Dragonborn by cultivating meditation.

If Wren tells a lie, then the Dragonborn family will be doomed!

Valrogan had to worry about it.

"I believe in Your Excellency, the Earl. Din Raj said categorically, "Valogen, you haven't been in contact with him, and you may not know how magical and powerful he is. He can have the prestige he has now, by no means because of the students of the Holy Soul Wizard, you will know about it later. ”

"Really?" Valrogan was still skeptical.

Astan's rare remarks: "Valogen, you better believe him." ”

Even Bigbell, who had just experienced life and death, stood up and said with a complicated face: "Her Royal Highness the princess's vision will not be wrong, Your Excellency the Earl is the best choice." ”

Valrogan was amazed and stopped asking.

Late at night, Wren hugged Emily and spoke softly, and suddenly smiled: "If you have something to say, just ask, don't hide it, I'll tell you what I need to say." ”

Emily's face was confused, "Is it so obvious?"

"You're almost written on your face. Wren shook her head helplessly, she wanted to speak several times this night, and she was distracted when she was doing things just now.

"Hmm......" Emily's delicate body sat up straight, revealing her beautiful figure, and asked earnestly towards his target, "About the Blood Soul Curse......"

Wren interrupted her and replied directly, "I fused the will of truth and automatically lifted the curse. ”

"Will of truth?" Because Emily is a dragonborn apostle and does not need to fuse demon souls, she has studied the elements in depth. She was stunned for a few seconds before she remembered, and said in shock: "Legendary Elemental Truth Will?

"Yes. Wren nodded.

Emilys's reaction was similar to that of Osilia at the beginning, and it took a long time to digest the matter, and she was overjoyed, and then she became more enthusiastic.

"Wren, I want to give birth to a baby for you. She exhaled in her ear, her eyes misty.

Wren hesitated.

"Don't you want to?" Emily noticed his expression, stopped her movements, and said, "I promise that as long as we succeed in recovering the country, our children will definitely ascend to the throne of Congatro in the future." Moreover, each descendant will prefix the surname Drogenburg with Augustus. ”

Wren shook his head, "It's not a matter of surnames. ”

He did not utter a word, and was confident that in the future, Augustus would become a louder and nobler surname than Drogenburg.

When the time comes, the Drogon Castle family can be prefixed with Augustus, which is a kind of glory that cannot be sought.

"Why is that?" asked Emily eagerly.

Wren glanced at her, the first time he had seen this broown-born so flustered, and said slowly, "I don't want my child to have incest. ”

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on her head, Emily let go of her arms and was speechless for a long time.

It's a near-unsolvable puzzle.

The Dragonborn family has not been able to find a way for thousands of years, so they can only maintain their bloodline by intermarriage. Wren doesn't want his children to be incestful, so he can only combine with other humans, and the Dragonborn bloodline will inevitably die.

Wren looked at her dejected appearance and comforted: "You don't have to worry first, I will try to find a way to lift the curse." Even if I can't find it, I'll keep the Drogon clan strong and never lose the Dragonborn Soul to rule Congatro. ”

Emilys' eyes moved, and she bit her lip and didn't speak.

Wren knew she didn't believe her words, but she hardened her heart and continued: "I'm still young and not ready to be a father, give me a few more years. ”

Emilys looked at him in a daze.

The Soul Eye showed that the color of her soul was like a chaotic mass of paint, changing back and forth, and her chest was rising and falling slightly.

After a long time, she sighed softly, "I understand. ”

Emilys snuggled up again, and Wren took her in his arms, patted her on the back, and sighed inwardly.

For the next few days, the two of them didn't mention it again, maintained a tacit understanding in front of outsiders, and still stayed and flew together at night, as if that conversation had never happened.

Stayed in Heitok for three days.

Wren and Emilys boarded a ship and continued north, deviating from course after several days of travel, breaking into an unfamiliar part of the Thousand Islands Sea.

The Kuril Sea is a vast expanse of sea located between the Empire and Congatro.

In this vast and infinite icy sea, there are thousands of islands, dotted like pearls on the sea surface that is raged by the sea breeze all year round, so it is called the Thousand Islands Sea.

As early as the last era, elves and dwarves carved out a safe route through the Thousand Islands to reach the ports of Congatro in the shortest possible distance through the dangerous seas.

After stopping there for rectification, we set off again, and the next stop was the more dangerous New World.

The purpose of Wren and the others' trip was a remote island.

The island is on the west side of the shipping route, not far from the coastline, and from there it is the deserted north wind and cold zone, but it is blocked by Wansong Ridge, and the environment is so harsh that even orcs cannot reproduce in this area.

Two days later, a small white island appeared in front of the ship.

Emilys looked at the island and nodded, "Here we are, this is it." ”

Wren had already opened the eye of the soul, the area of this island is not large, only a dozen square kilometers, the entire island is covered by a large area of glaciers, from a distance, there is not a single living thing, there is no vegetation cover, it looks lifeless.

The temperature near the island seems to be even lower, and the water is deep, and I don't know how deep it is.

According to Emilys, there is a dragon's lair on this island.

She had been searching for dragons for years, spending a lot of manpower and material resources to finally identify the three suitable targets for the Dragon's Oath, and this was one of them.

On the island is a frost sea dragon!

The Frost Sea Dragon is a xenomorph dragon, mutated from the White Dragon, which not only retains the ability to control frost, but also is adept at swimming in the sea, preying on fish for food. When they are in the sea, they are more difficult to mess with than in the heavens, they like to live on remote islands, they do not love treasure, and they do not like to come into contact with foreigners, so not many people know about them.

Emily took off the necklace around her neck and stroked the black horn.

After a whisper, the horn, which was only the size of a finger, returned to its original shape, turning into a strange-shaped horn more than half a meter long, as if carved from real dragon horns.

She held the horn and sensed a few breaths, and said, "The summoning of the dragon can be activated, which means that there is a good dragon above the youth nearby, and it can be summoned as long as it is blown." ”

Wren nodded.

The Call of the Dragon is a legendary treasure given by the god of good dragons Bahamut, only the Dragonborn can blow it, and the dragons it summons also have restrictions, it must be a good dragon who believes in Bahamut, and at least reach the youth stage, at least have legendary strength.

Emilys had sent someone to spy on it years ago and confirmed that the Frost Sea Dragon was a female young dragon.

When signing the Dragon's Oath, only the Dragonborn and the designated sole helper participate.

This time, only Astan followed, and everyone else stayed in Hightock.

"Let's get started. ”

Wren changed into light armor, put on a blood-colored cape, and took out the Hammer of Thunder and the Arcane Torrent Staff, ready for battle.

Emilys is also ready.

He opened the portal and led the way in, appearing on a flat beach at the edge of the island, where Emilys came out and blew the horn without hesitation.

"Buzz ......"

The sound of the horn resounded in the sky, and the sound contained a palpitating majesty, as if it was an edict from Bahamut, which spread all over the sea for tens of miles.

"Roar!"

Almost as soon as the horn sounded, the dragon's roar responded, and the island trembled slightly, and a huge white figure jumped out of the sea not far away, soaring into the sky.