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Lezatos watched his students fly away, inciting the two wings of a hateful past and a future of hope towards a planned trajectory

"Tsk tsk, such lyrical arias, the dead bodies in the graveyard will tremble with emotion. You're just trying to whisper to her?"

Lesatos turned his head and sighed, the lingering afterglow of the elf's smiling and moving face had not yet dissipated, and he was about to be forced to look at the white eyes of the spirit sucking monster and the unconsciously shaking tentacles like sea anemones, which was really no ordinary torture.

"Don't bother me, don't bother her, I'm too lazy to threaten you, so don't give me a reason to do it. ”

Eradini raised a tentacle and swore, "I promise you, no matter how beautiful the shape of her skull, how pure and delicious her brain, and how melodious her screams are......" Lezatos threw a grim back to the Spirit Sucker and his assurance.

The evening breeze could hardly blow away the smell of death and scorching, and Drusilia fell in the crowd of eyes, and she was keenly aware that the atmosphere was different, more gloomy and sad.

Ramesile, who had lost too much blood in seven bandages, stepped forward, "The ruins of the palace have been dug up, and we have found His Majesty." ”

Drusilia is like a stone sculpture frozen by a glacier for thousands of years, motionless for a long time.

“...... Take me to see it. ”

The silent crowd made way for themselves, and Drusilia felt like stepping on her own heart with every step, squeezing out one stream of pain and despair. Some elves gathered around the front, and one of them stood up and said, "Your Highness, you are not fit to watch His Majesty directly...... Remains. ”

The princess tossed him aside in exasperation, her mind struggling to recognize him as an elder but unable to remember what his name was. It's the same name, these old guys who can't eat the old always feel like they're still a fragile little girl.

She had imagined her father lying peacefully in the lily boat, but the reality was always crueler. The silky robe was covered by black ash, and the skin had been wiped away, but it could not erase the pain and hideousness that had solidified on his face before death, and it seemed that death could not free him from his struggle. The elven king's five fingers were stretched, as if he was about to tear open his chest and pull out his trachea. Drusilia trembled and tried to straighten her father's hands, but they were as stiff as rocks, and tried several times without success.

"The chamber kept out the fire and heat, but the air was also burned through, and His Majesty and his loyal guards died...... Suffocate. ”

Drusilia gave up, her cold palm clenched, she couldn't believe it was so gentle and soft just a few days ago.

"I hope to see you meet me at the gate of the palace when I return, safe and sound, or I will never marry for the rest of my life." ”

"No problem, my triumphant female general. ”

"You promise?"

"Guaranteed. ”

......

Drusilia whispered to the elf's face, "You broke your promise, father. ”

The onlookers were amazed to see that although the pain seemed to tear open her head and chest, she did not cry, not a single tear. What was even more surprising was that the princess actually took off the crown of the clan king and put it on her forehead.

"Your Highness Princess, I can understand your thirst for revenge, but ...... The coronation of the clan king requires the permission and witness of the Council of Elders!"

Drusilia finally recognized who it was, Elder Anardo, the leader of the neutral faction, who had his role in Hora's Midsummer Night Parade.

The princess turned her head, her icicle-like eye knife making Anardo shudder. "I'm surprised you're still alive, Elder Anador. The malicious tone made Anardo even more frightened.

“...... What I mean by this is that while you are a legitimate and legitimate first in line to the throne, you need the approval of all the elders under the law of the Kingdom. ”

The princess sneered: "Welllit".

The businesswoman stepped out of the crowd. "I'm ...... Your Majesty!" her honorific title shouted loudly.

"Answer me, where does the law of the Kingdom come from? ”

"The former king felt that the persecution of the elven population by humans was intensifying, and he issued a 'kingdom recall', calling on all the elves scattered in Sarafur to return to Tia's homeland. In order to maintain internal balance and stability, he made a pact with the tribes, including the traitor Ofasc, and formed an Council of Elders with the leaders of each tribe, and the so-called Kingdom Law was born. And until then, the succession to the Tia throne has never required the permission of anyone or group!" Willett's impassioned explanation made Anardo glare.

Drusilia took a step forward, and Anardo subconsciously stepped back. "Elder Anando, look around, such a cruel sight, thousands of corpses of your compatriots, don't you understand? Ofascist plunged a sharp knife filled with boiling hot poisonous juice into Tia's chest, and the contract collapsed! ”

Anardo's mouth was open, trembling and not knowing how to refute, and he looked around, and now he was the only one facing the mad princess's rebuke.

Drusilia smiled disdainfully, her eyes looking down at Anardo along the bridge of her nose. "Now, with the blockade hinges of the Southeastern Kingdom tightening and the green capital in chaos, fear will soon spread throughout the forest, do you think what Tia needs at this time is the continuation of tradition and the approval of the nobility? You need the king, but the king doesn't need you......!

The turquoise staff of sapphire rough lay a little on the ground, and the vines that broke through the earth held Drusilia up, so that the gathered elves could see the crown on their foreheads and hear her proclamation.

"The flame of Tia's legacy has been stormed and snowed, but it will never be extinguished. I, Drusilia, take over the throne of my clan from the hands of the former king, O people of Tia, who will bear witness and give a tribute of vengeance!"

Announcing that the power of the wind was spreading throughout the green capital, after a short silence, Ramesile was the first to react, and he fell to one knee quickly and violently, and several wounds cracked.

"My king!" the voice gushed from the depths of his throat.

One, two, three...... Ranger, weaver, nobleman, commoner. One by one, they poured out their allegiance.

"My king. ”

"Praise be to you, Queen of Tia. ”

......

The kneeling honorific spread like a wave, and soon only Anardo, whose face was full of shock, was left, looking particularly eye-catching. But Drusilia's next sentence made him fall straight to the ground.

"As the first order of the clan king, the Council of Elders was dissolved, and all military and political affairs were returned to the royal family. From now on, there can only be one voice in the Tia Forest, the voice of Queen Garanord!"

"The second order, the whole army will repair all night, and the general attack will start at dawn, and I will completely erase the traces of the Lord of Ceremonies from the Tia Forest!"

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"I guess our little princess will give orders in a majestic manner. Vlamir picked out a square meter of golden diamond-shaped dragon scales from a whole row of Arcane storage boxes, observed that the size was just right, and flew to the gap in Lezatos's back to inlay them.

"Ah, it's big, change it. It is estimated that the Tian Civil War will end within 24 hours, and by that time Neeron should have absorbed enough souls to abandon the priesthood. Lesatos screamed in pain, twisting his neck to look at the ugly centipede-like notch on his back, his dark red skin exposed. The wounds on the body have healed, but the broken dragon scales take several months to grow, and the gap becomes a flaw, so it is necessary to temporarily replace it with the scales accumulated before.

It's a little hard, Vlamir gritted his teeth and pushed inside. "That'...... Why venture into the kingdom of God now? Wait for him to give up his priesthood and become a demigod and then intercept it, and take it easily. ”

"Oh, stupid, you're getting it in the wrong direction. His abandonment of the priesthood will also cut off the connection with the saraph, and he will be reinstated as an outsider from the native deity, what else do I want him to do, and where can I go to find another saraphic deity. ”

The MONOCULUS inserted the last scale, looking at the fine and tight back, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I said you two, oh oh oh no, I'm hungry, but your half-plane is a bunch of dwarves. ”

Lezatos glared at Eradini as he ran in, "You ate my dwarf?"

The Spirit Sucker snorted disdainfully, "I'm not hungry enough to find a half-earth elemental creature with a brain groove as smooth as a stone. ”

"Come out, follow the plan you set before, and I'm going to save spell slots and scrolls as much as possible. ”

Vlamir walked away from the Psicoc, the smile on his face only solemn. He lowered his tentacles and said sincerely, "My invincible master, please return victorious. ”

"Optimistic about home. Hustle, get out. ”

Silver light escaped from the Spirit-Sucker's body, enveloping the golden dragon, and then the space twisted and vanished.

Level 9 Psychic Teleportation Ability [Astral Travel]!

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