As a result of that false illusion, Heroda gradually began to trust Are, and became more and more dependent on the power of the Ring. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 At first, the black-haired knight thought it was a good thing, but it wasn't until the end that he realized that he had completely underestimated the queen's inertia.

After the events of that night, it seems that Heroda gradually regarded the Ring as a wishing lamp or something, and at first it was limited to state affairs, but after discovering that the 'Ring Spirit' was particularly patient, it quickly turned into nothing.

From the nutritional analysis of food, the flower language of flowers, to the lucky number of a certain day, to the color matching of a certain jewelry on a dress, such problems are unrelated one after another.

The black-haired knight can barely cope at first, and then he can only 'go offline' and play dead, but after blocking her, Hiluda will lose his temper and threaten him with disobedience.

However, Yalei is not a vegetarian, and although he can't hurt this woman, appropriate punishment, such as an occasional 'electrotherapy', can still cure her.

But this time, the black-haired knights couldn't call their queen in front of the Valhalla palace in front of a large number of officials. The control distance of the Lord of the Rings is limited, so she has to leave the carriage for the time being, and how things develop next depends on Heroda's own luck.

......

The sun was sinking in the west, heavy clouds were hanging low in the sky, and the pure white carriage drove through the side aisle and stopped in front of the Valhalla Palace.

That vile ringwraith!

As soon as Xiluda stepped out of the carriage, the whole person came to his senses, and looked at the gaze cast by a bunch of civil and military brushes, knowing that he couldn't shrink back now, so he could only step on the carpet hard.

She followed behind the ceremonial officer, her eyes drooping, and the silver hair of her shawl was long and flying, as if it were the jumping lines of an elf in this icy and snowy land.

The Queen's dress was a lake of pure blue, adorned with precious stones and silver, a circle of delicately patterned gold necklaces from shoulder to chest, and the two soft flared wide sleeves hung down, and the soft curves of the arms in the veil were faintly visible.

Heroda's appearance and demeanor are indeed impeccable, even the word gorgeous and dignified cannot describe half of her charm, enough to conquer everyone present.

However, under this flawless mask, there is a restless heart.

What to do...... What to do...... What to do......

The queen had just killed a group of gluttonous courtiers who specialized in this area, and the Lord of the Rings didn't care about her at this moment, her mind was really blank, and she looked at the crystal throne that was getting closer and closer in the distance, and her calves were nervous and a little weak.

Boom ——!

More than a dozen miles away from Valhalla Palace, the wind and snow suddenly erupted hundreds of yards of flames, and a huge spherical shock wave fell to the ground like a scorching sun, bursting out with intense light. The shock wave rushed straight to the palace, and when it approached the outside of the door, it was turned into countless vague ripples by a dark and transparent invisible barrier.

"Assassin!"

"Demonic Calamity?"

"Terrorists!?"

The officials standing on both sides of the avenue in front of the hall were in an uproar, and in the roar of the explosion, the originally neat ranks suddenly became chaotic, some people were so frightened that they sat down, some people lay directly on the ground, and some people pulled out their legs and slipped away.

In this chaotic situation, someone suddenly noticed the queen's figure, and the noise quickly decreased.

Under the firelight reflecting the red sky, Hiluda stood calmly, turned to look at the direction of the firelight, and then left the stunned ceremonial officer and walked straight to the throne.

The messy wind and snow blew on the queen, parting back with her back, reflecting the blazing red fire in the distance, as if forming a bright and glorious avenue, filled with divine colors for a moment.

Heroda walked to the throne, her skirt fluttering, and turned to sit down:

"But even if it's a terrorist attack, what's the panic?"

Her gaze was as cold as snow, sweeping across the front of the hall, and there seemed to be a faint sound of ice breaking in the air.

The calm and calmness of Hilda's picture of Tarzan collapsing in front of him without changing color shocked the bureaucrats, and the queen, who was originally as fragile as a vase in their eyes, instantly became a little unfathomable.

In fact, Shiluda is indeed very calm at this time, in just a few days, it is an assassination, a demonic disaster, and the resurrection of the evil god, and her nerves have already been tossed extremely large, and a mere terrorist attack is really nothing compared to those big things.

“......”

The queen looked up at the swirling firelight scattered in the distance in the sky, and thought of the tragic situation of Oseden in her mind, and her face was instantly covered with a layer of frost, and she couldn't help but be ruthless:

"We have guarded this land since ancient times, and in the future, we will also have it until the last star falls. This will not change with the calamity or the appearance of any god, keep your eyes open to that flame, it will be the fire of our vengeance!"

This calm and overriding sentence made the panicked bureaucrats quickly calm down, and they looked up at the queen high above, and they were immediately convinced.

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

The cry sounded from near and far, like a storm reaching the sky.

"If you do it seriously, wouldn't it be possible......?"

During the procession, Yalei, disguised as a member of the honor guard, looked at Hiluda with complex light intertwined in his black pupils, and slowly chuckled.

......

Siluda's dormitory, nestled deep in Valhalla Palace, is an ancient and exquisite white hall with slender and straight gray marble pillars, wide arches supporting the roof, and the ceiling is beautifully hand-painted with oil paintings.

Beyond the slightly slender and oppressive corridor, there is a constant temperature garden, lily of the valley, moon season, roses, from plain white to enchanting red, clearly arranged in the space, with the hanging basket layer upon layer.

The four walls are seamlessly spliced with pure glaze, reflecting the sky light with a layer of faint silver white, and the snowflakes outside are densely hitting the glaze, making a rustling sound.

The queen turned her head to look at the court in the snow outside the window, squatted in front of a spider plant, looked at the magic ring, and sighed faintly:

"The Lord of the Rings, the Lord of the Rings, can you really defeat Loki?"

"Of course!" said an unmistakable voice from the Lord of the Rings.

"The Lord of the Rings, the Lord of the Rings, could there be anything more terrifying besides Loki and the Scourge?

"How do I know! Again, I'm not a magic lamp to make a wish! Don't talk to me in this tone!" the voice in the Lord of the Rings was faintly filled with fire.

There was silence in the space, and after a few seconds, Hiluda couldn't help but lower her gaze and yawned:

"The Lord of the Rings, the Lord of the Rings, I'm so bored, tell me a story. ”

Wow——!

Rapid electricity burst out from the surface of the ring, instantly flowing through the queen's body, the straight and smooth silver hair instantly stood upside down, and her slender and tall skeleton was faintly visible in the electric light, and her body twitched like an epilepsy.

The shock treatment lasted a full five seconds before it came to an end with Hilda's tearful expression. The queen was so angry that she decided not to take the Lord of the Rings again, unless she begged for her forgiveness.

Five minutes later.

"The Lord of the Rings, The Lord of the Rings, can you do tricks?"

“......”