The atmosphere in the tavern made Viscount Renekton of the Ella Empire feel the urge to escape, but the sharp blade around his neck had completely rejected Viscount Renekton's naïve idea, and the three women who were traveling with him obviously did not think of the plan to rescue themselves, after all, no ally would gather the holy light in his body and prepare to strike with all his strength when his personnel became enemy hostages.

Yes, Her Excellency the Holy See had begun to gather all the light within herself, and the dazzling light of day enveloped the entire tavern, so that several people in the tavern did not even notice that the darkness outside the window had gradually been replaced by dawn.

"Star Ring. The holy woman's eyes turned, and the dazzling light spread like stars over the tavern, and solemnity and holiness instantly spread in this small thorn and rose tavern.

"It is worthy of being a genius that the Holy See is proud of, but the ending of a genius is generally not a happy one. The corners of Anna's mouth curled slightly had already told the three of them

Anna from the slums, her former friend and once most trusted friend, could no longer suppress the excitement and hatred that was tumbling in her heart, and such contradictory emotions were completely embodied in her body into sarcastic words and a not-so-loud offensive slogan.

"Kill!"

The word killing exit is a complete severance of the emotions of the past, and it is a strong proof of investment in the deep blue.

The wind, silently swept into the tavern, fanning the dilapidated doors, twisting and following closely behind, the Saint Luthiel watched in amazement as her diffuse Star Ring was included in a blank canvas in the blink of an eye, and the vast sea of stars appeared on the canvas in an instant, as if it had come from a skilled oil painter.

"Oil painter!" Anna's reliance was evident from the old acquaintances of the three present.

"Ms. Tina is glad we met again. The costumed treemap members still maintain a polite attitude, which is a naked irony for the female knight point.

"I really want to know how you guys, dark blues who have no position, change your face and keep all your manners. The female knight Tina finally lost the kindness she had in the face of the oil painter, and her position was constantly reversed, and this lady who adhered to the spirit of chivalry had completely zero good impression of the oil painter.

"The interests of the race are always above all else, honorable knight, I cannot disobey the orders of the chief. The painter looked apologetic in the face of questioning, but such a reason was not the reason for the female knight to let go of the crimson battle axe in her hand.

"The opposition can't be changed, so let's fight!" The female knight's tone changed suddenly, and the crimson battle axe instantly set off a heavy wave of qi, and the fiery red light rose up on the axe blade, and the scorching touch immediately swallowed the ground and sundries in front of her, and with the smell of alcohol permeating the tavern, the battle axe wielded by the female knight Tina suddenly became a heavy blow comparable to that of a mid-level warrior.

This is the wisdom of the female knight Tina, and it is the strength of a beginner warrior that inspires the demeanor of a mid-level warrior, and the terrain and timing are almost all factors that create the appearance of this extraordinary power.

The oil painter's eyes were awe-inspiring, and the confrontation with this female knight could be said to be the first, and of course he hoped that it would be the last.

"Mass, collapse!" The master of spatial ability was arguably one of the most difficult opponents to hit, and the oil painter's vague palm tore at the space in front of him, like a tablecloth spread on the table that had been pulled out of the hole, and along with it was the wave of fire that the female knight Tina swung.

The red fire was gone, and the pure white canvas added a touch of bright red color, but the painter did not anticipate the intensity of the anger contained in this bright red.

"Scattering fire!" is a trick that has never appeared before, enough to be called a stunt only a female knight, and it is also the result of this knight's accumulation of years, and the moment he swings the attack, he attaches a wisp of his own breath, which is enough to become the lead of detonating the bomb.

The bright red color suddenly exploded, and even the oil painter who was proficient in space was caught off guard, never expecting that the fire wave that had been included in the painting by himself was still controlled by his master.

The flames were rolling, the explosions were loud, and the thorns and roses were instantly covered with red, but in the red diffuse, there was a holy light that struck, the extreme gap insertion, the precise timing, no one could believe that it would be a holy woman of the Holy See who made such a judgment, a girl who was deeply influenced by the goddess.

"Star Ring, Spear of Light!" The Star Ring's eyes turned, and the dazzling holy light rushed into the hands of the Holy See Holy Maiden Luthiel into a sharp spear of light, and the spear blade shook and galloped, tearing through the crimson qi wave and breaking through the oil painter's defenses.

The light blade penetrated the body, and the qi and blood suddenly surged, and the patriarch of the tree-like diagram would never have dreamed that it was obviously a battle in which he was victorious, but it was himself who was at a disadvantage.

"Mass, disintegration!" The palm of the void grip was released, the distorted space instantly rebounded, the blank canvas was neatly shaken out by the oil painter, the blood turned into dye, the fingers turned into brushes, and the ink pen of his own master finally fell on the canvas that imprisoned others.

In just a few breaths, a winter scene is on the page, and the spatial rebound is now coming to an end, and the space that has returned to normal is enough for the oil painter to perform his proudest stunt.

"Winter Country!"

It is used like a magic scroll, but it is a structure without the slightest magical power, and it relies on the artist's own superb skills and special blood to exert the frost power that rivals the mid-level magic.

Snow and ice are flying, temperatures are plummeting, blue swallowing red, cold replacing heat, just covered with bright red and now filled with ice, this newly opened tavern may be back with a closed sign.

Although the cold came to her body, the knight's heart was still burning, and the madness became the means of attack of the female knight without hesitation, but it was obvious that there were people who were more fearless than her in this cold winter country.

The slight roar of the dragon was deafening, the oil painter retreated at the sound of the dragon's roar, and Anna's hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, and even Viscount Renekton, who was a hostage, did not expect that the wanted Empress of the Empire would bear the power of the dragon.

Frona took a step without saying a word, a solemn expression with supreme majesty shrouded in the side of the maid lady, as a dragon slayer blade than was cursed by the dragon, no one can escape this, even Birmingham and the others tried their best to finally come to the conclusion that they could only give up this choice, the curse of frost lost the power of suppression and completely exploded in Flona's body, and in a year, the imperial empress tasted what is the coldest thing in the mortal world, the blood was completely frozen, the heart stopped beating, and even the body temperature as a mortal was replaced by an untouchable cold。

It was such a painful year, such a year in the extreme cold, that Seblela Flona, the queen of dragon slayers, was given unparalleled power, the power of dragon frost, the power to manipulate the cold.

The name is the Crown of Winter, the Scepter of Ice!