Winter Crown, Scepter of Ice!

With the power of the Frost Dragon, her dancing hair covered with a layer of azure color, and even the cold temperature in her eyes, Anna did not expect that the Empress who had fallen from the throne would put on the crown again in another form.

The oil painter's stunned thoughts were instantly interrupted by the frost rushing in his face, and his hidden hole cards did not even have a stage to exert their power, so they became the stepping stone to the power of the maid lady in front of him.

"North Wind!" was a sentence of the north wind, the sound of the dragon's roar was mixed in, and the crystal snowflakes spread on Frona's arms in an instant, as if wearing a pair of gloves woven of snowflakes, the frost covered her hands, and the power was already in her hands, and Frona grabbed it from the ice-filled air at will, and it was an ice spear in her hand.

The cold wind swept at great speed, and the spear was already thrown, obviously in a fairly wide space, but the oil painter felt that the frozen spear was so fast, as if it had reached his chest in an instant.

The North Wind is howling, the frost is blowing, and the Queen of Winter shows her transcendent power, whether it is a curse or an alternative rebirth of the Frost Dragon, and at this moment, it is not only Sebra Flora who stands in front of the oil painter, but also the Dragon Frost who brings winter.

For the first time, the feeling of powerlessness came to his heart, even an oil painter who was proficient in space could not reverse the spear piercing into his chest, the wound caused by the holy light had not been improved, and the bone-chilling cold made the oil painter no longer have the strength to fight.

The gun, through the body, turned into a splash of snowflakes, and one of the elders of the tree diagram also slowly slid down.

"It's a shame. Flonasen's cold tone already made Anna unable to believe that the girl in front of her was still the innocent empress, and the so-called pity was that she didn't directly kill her powerful foreign aid, the oil painter of the tree.

"Ahem, ahem. Blood and frost dripped down the corners of the artist's mouth, and the man in the fog, who was well versed in time and space, finally shifted his heart an inch at the moment of imminent death, and this inch allowed the man in the fog to see the sunshine of the mortal world again, instead of sleeping in darkness completely.

"Dragon power, how is it possible, how is it possible!" The question gradually turned into madness, and the oil painter's weak roar was more like a rebuttal of the loser who did not want to believe the result, but everyone present clearly felt that what was wrapped in the words of this old tree figure was not anger, but the fear of the collapse of the three views.

For a person who has lived for a thousand years, an ancient creature born in the same era as the dragon, the dark blue died in the fog, was reborn in the fog, and had an immortal life, even the ancient dragon was slaughtered by the same kind one day, but the dark blue people did not have this fatal flaw, no one of the dark blue people would die, even if they were killed by the dragon's dragon breath, they would be born from the fog at the moment when the sun rose the next day, which was somewhat similar to the demons of the abyss, or the two were simply from the same source, after all, the creator of the goddess of the abyss was the leader of the deep blue, the evil god Gafenri who had died。

But now this truth has been shattered by the mortal in front of him, the power of the dragon is not available to everyone, except for the dragon, only one person can master such power, and that is the goddess of creation, Tyris, the creator of the dragon.

"Boring speculation. Flona's frosty palm clenched again, and the sword, silently condensed, wind, and circled at great speed.

"Blizzard!" The sword of Blizzard is wrapped in flying snowflakes, aiming to kill the dark blue man in front of him with a single blow.

However, this lore failed again, and the beautiful music suddenly sounded so that Verona had a little flutter, and the oil painter in front of her had been taken away from the attack range of the snowstorm by the musician.

"You?" the painter was clearly surprised by the musician Vola who appeared here.

"Failed. "The flying goblins have bad news for the oil painter.

"yes, it seems that neither of us has a way to explain to the Empress. ”

"Do you think you'll have a chance to meet your dark blue empress?" Snowstorm clenched in his hand, the power of the dragon made the people who rushed to the opposite side change color slightly, but the fairy Vola didn't think that the real enemy was not Birmingham and the others in the Rose Manor, but the loser in front of him who was pushed off the throne by the Empress Clay.

"Get out of here, right away!" faced with the dragon power oil painter made a clear choice, but whether this choice can be approved by the other party is still unknown, especially the Holy Maiden Lutil once again activated the Star Ring, and the female knight Tina's crimson battle axe began to burst out with infinite battle intent.

The dilemma had been formed from the moment Frona showed the power of the dragon, the arrival of the dramatist and the musician only added a number to the number of deaths, but it was clear that several people in the tavern did not notice the passage of time beyond their imagination, when the first rays of sunlight in the morning broke through the snow-filled tavern, the cold in Frona's eyes also dissipated in an instant, and the warm colors reoccupied the body of the maid lady, and the power of the dragon also fell into a deep sleep with the arrival of the sun.

Suddenly the chill dissipated, and the oil painter seemed to understand why the girl in front of him had the power of a dragon, and he and the Empress Clay still underestimated Frost's vitality and overconfidence in their alliance with a pillar of demon gods, only a dragon could kill a dragon, but it seemed that the dark dragon had left them a very bad gift.

Leaving was the only option, but when the sun poured into the tavern, the sleepy town began to come to life, so when an adventurer paced into the tavern with a hangover head, he saw that the tavern that had been fine yesterday was now in shambles, but luckily the first guest was a hungover adventurer and not a soldier from Stoley.

"I think we need to talk, Your Majesty. Anna let go of the sword resting on Viscount Renekton's neck and knocked the uninvited guest out with the thick hilt.

"Your Majesty, this is a sarcastic title. "Although she doesn't have the power of the Winter Empress, a year is enough time for this naïve maid lady to get a chance to grow.

"This is our sincerity, doesn't Her Majesty think it's not enough?" Anna's sincerity was that of the still alive Viscount Renekton, after all, when he put the sword on the neck of this Viscount, his life was already in Anna's hands.

"A viscount of an enemy country, do you think his life or death is important to me? ”

"But the leader of the White Knights, I think it is very important to Her Majesty the Empress now. ”

"Anna, who the hell are you!" Frona finally couldn't understand who the girl from the slum in front of her was working for.

"Naturally, it is interest, my Majesty the Empress. ”

"So are they also for profit?" Frona pointed to the two of them in the tree, the mockery in her tone palpable.

"Miss Sebrela, I know where your father is. The painter's words caused the atmosphere in the air to freeze suddenly, and the maid's eyes narrowed with inquiry and distrust.

"I've had a deal with your father, and it's about you, and it's about the empire at the same time. ”

"Is his obsession so deep, and he still doesn't want to give up. ”

"I can't judge the obsession in the heart of the Grand Duke Violet, but Miss Sebrela, the battle between us can be avoided, and we promise not to interfere with your mortal trajectory again, and you will not hear anything about the Deep Blue Clan from now on, but ......"

"But?"

"But only the moderates in our treemap, that is, us. "The painter was obviously very lonely when he spoke about us, the original moderates had been on their opposite side from the moment the Emperor Clay revived the Celestial Tree, and now they were the only so-called moderates.

"Your power is of no help to me. ”

"Miss Sebrela, if you want to regain your throne, our strength is indispensable. ”

"Give me a reason, a reason to choose you. ”

"You can't get close to Claire now, and we can help you meet our leader. ”

"You want me to be caught. "Flora has seen through the plans of the oil painter, and a former empress will definitely arouse Claire's interest.

"It's the only way. ”

"Why should I believe you? ”

"Miss Sebrela, this is a collaboration, just as you have worked with Mr. Birmingham, the choice is yours and not ours. The painter cleverly threw the question to the maid.

"Yes. ”

"No, I can't. ”

Saint Lutil and the knight Tina spoke almost at the same time, and their positions also represented the decision of Luvia and Birmingham.

"Miss Sebrela, we can let you consider, and you may even consult Mr. Birmingham and the Earl of Louvia, and we will wait for your good news, but hopefully not too long. The spread of the sun made the figures of several people gradually disappear in the eyes of the three of them, looking at the messy tavern and the adventurer who fainted on the ground, confusion and irritability appeared in the hearts of the three for the first time.

It's not so much that the painter and Anna bring a choice, but rather that it unravels a question that they have been trying to ignore, that is, how to go forward.

The female knight Tina is no longer as hopeful that Birmingham can regain Richard's glory because of the constant adventures of life and death that Birmingham has been experiencing, and now she is more like returning to their dilapidated manor and living a good life.

The Holy Lady Lutil wants to push the Holy See to a new level, so a potential ruler of the empire is an ally she is trying to woo, and it is a good favor to help her regain the throne, and with a personal relationship with Count Luvia, she will get the friendship of the two behemoths of the Ella Empire and the Violet Empire.

As for Miss Frona, the maid's simple desire to return to the imperial capital of Yasar from the small town of Stoli has been infinitely expanded from the moment she ascended to the throne, and now she just wants to take back everything that belongs to her with her own hands, and let the violet banner be planted all over the empire again.

Birmingham, who was not far from the trio, was naturally unaware of the contradictions that were now rife in the tavern, and Birmingham was now facing a tricky problem, after all, it was not a joy to meet the Lord of Abela again, and the meeting place was still at Rose Manor.