[Chapter 48]: Her Royal Highness is going to send me a coffin! (fifth more)
This Otherworld is huge.
There are countless countries and races.
The Kingdom of Nikara is located in the northwestern part of the continent, adjacent to the elves to the west, the demons to the south, and Azeroth to the east.
The Draenor Mountains is a huge mountain range that is a million miles long. As the dividing line between the two countries, there are orcs on one side of the mountain, and blood clans on the other side of the mountain. It has always been clear.
The vampires and the orcs did not have any festivals before, and the well water never made the river water.
But don't know why.
One day a thousand years ago, Azeroth suddenly attacked Nikara. For the first time in hundreds of thousands of years, the orc army crossed the Draenor Mountains, drove straight in, and attacked the city.
The hatred between the orcs and the vampires was born at that time.
The two countries have fought endlessly for a thousand years!
No one can kill anyone.
But now the blood clan's nine-character army is marching east, it can be said that it is all out, it seems to be tired of playing, and intends to fully understand this grievance.
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The night was cold as water, and the endless army as far as the eye could see rises and falls on the earth like the vast and boundless sea.
The sound of the march was like an earthquake, boom, boom, boom…
A gigantic mammoth golem with a height of more than ten meters was carrying a luxuriously decorated room on its back.
Marquis Morpheus's fat body was sunk in the soft sofa, but his expression was gloomy, as if something was bothering him.
"Brother, what are you thinking?"
The voice sounded from behind, and a handsome and extraordinary man came over with a red wine glass, full of extravagance.
This is the half-brother of the Marquis of Morpheus and Elizabeth's uncle, Alves.
Like Morpheus, he is an extremely powerful six-winged marquis.
"Ah~ I'm fine, Alves."
Marquis Morpheus waved his hand and seemed unwilling to talk more.
A strange color flashed in Alves' eyes, smiled, and sat beside him naturally:
"I'm your brother. If you have something on your mind, you can say it. It's a family. You don't have to carry everything alone."
Marquis Morpheus hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed and said, "Okay Alves, I can't hide anything from you… I'm actually thinking about the ancestors."
"What happened to the ancestors?"
Alves poured him a glass of wine with the same smile, "The ancestor is unwilling to go out, who can force him? Didn't the ancestors of the other two dukes also come?"
This war, the seven clans have been planning for a long time.
One of the most important things is to ask the ancestors to go out.
Even so, only the four duke ancestors were willing to climb out of the coffin, and the other three said: "No time!"
Among them is the ancestors of the Cape clan.
"It's not a matter of coming or not…"
Morpheus seemed to remember something, and his face became extremely ugly.
"Why is that?" Alves continued to ask persistently.
Morpheus's expression suddenly turned cold, and he glanced at his brother gloomily: "You shouldn't know about this, don't ask, go and do your job."
Alves' expression stiffened.
But the next moment, he showed a warm and polite smile, bowed and said, "Yes, brother… No, Lord Patriarch!"
After saying that, he backed off.
However, Marquis Morpheus didn't notice it, and Alves, who turned behind him, had a icy coldness in his eyes.
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Cape Clan, Bristol City.
Marquis Castle, on the second floor of the library, in the room.
"Princess, this is the servant's room."
Fang Qingyan frowned and looked helplessly at Elizabeth, who was touching and touching in her room.
"What happened to the servant's room? I didn't treat you as a servant!"
With her little hands behind her back, and an excited expression on her little face, Elizabeth skipped around Fang Qingyan's room.
She was entering Fang Qingyan's house for the first time.
Relying on stalking, he insisted that Fang Qingyan bring her over.
"Hey, there is always a difference between the high and the low. You are the princess and I am the servant. You are not suitable to stay here."
Fang Qingyan sighed in his heart, and said to her calmly, "Let's go out."
Elizabeth pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, her eyes rolled, and she suddenly made an "eh", pointing to an ordinary low-quality coffin next to her in shock: "How can you sleep in such a low-level coffin? You Don't tell me, if I knew your living conditions were so poor, I would have changed you a high-grade coffin."
Fang Qingyan's mouth twitched, could you not change the subject? You've been staying in my room and won't leave, how can I cultivate?
However, the mention of the coffin did make him feel a little bad.
When he broke through the realm three years ago, he accidentally broke the coffin. He went to many places, but he couldn't buy a satisfactory coffin.
So I just made a normal one.
Comfort is greatly reduced!
But then again, a coffin that can satisfy the Marquis of Six Wings is a priceless treasure, how could it be possible to buy it?
"No, I can't let you sleep in such an inferior coffin!"
There was a look of hesitation in Elizabeth's beautiful eyes, but she soon made up her mind, with her hands on her hips, she said with dignity, "Follow me, this princess will take you to get the best and best coffin!"
"No need, really no need."
Fang Qingyan waved his hands again and again.
Elizabeth stared, very strong: "A good coffin is the face of the blood family! As a friend, your face is the face of this princess, go!"
After saying that, the little hand grabbed Fang Qingyan's arm and dragged it out.
Fang Qingyan looked helpless: "Okay, okay, I'll go with you, don't pull around."
He really had nothing to do with this princess.
Just toss with her.
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But the question is, where will Elizabeth take him to finish the coffin?
He really doesn't look down on ordinary coffins!
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