Lysatos watched his student fly away, stirring up two feathers symbolizing the past of hatred and the future of hope, flying towards the planned radiant trajectory
"Tsk tsk, what a lyrical aria, the dead bodies in the graveyard would be moved to shiver. You bailed me out just to whisper to her?"
Lysatos turned his head and sighed, the elf that knitted smile moving appearance afterglow has not yet dissipated, to be forced to look at the spirit sucker miserable white eye cataracts and anemone like unconscious twitching tentacles, really is not the usual torture.
"Don't bother me and don't bother her, I'm too lazy to threaten you, so don't give me a reason to do it."
Eraduni erected a tentacle vow: "I promise, no matter how showy the shape of her skull, how pure and delicious the brain juice, how pleasant the scream ..." Lysatos flung a cold back to the spirit-sucking monster and his guarantee.
The evening breeze is difficult to blow away the smell of death and burnt stench, Drusilla landed in the eyes of the cluster, she keenly aware of the atmosphere is different, more low mourning.
With seven bandages and blood loss pale Rameshirai came forward, "the ruins of the palace has been dug up, we found his majesty."
Druhilya as if the glacier frozen through a thousand years of stone sculpture, a long time motionless.
"... take me to see."
The speechless crowd spontaneously made a way, Druhilya felt every step like stepping on her heart, squeezing out a wave after wave of pain and despair. Some elves gathered around the front, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, you are not fit to view His Majesty's ... legacy directly."
The princess pushed him aside in annoyance, her mind scrambled to recognize him as an elder but couldn't remember what to call him. It didn't matter what they were called, these old eater always thought they were still a mentally fragile little girl.
She had imagined her father lying peacefully in the lily-white boat, but the reality was always harsher. The silk gorgeous robe is covered with black ash, the skin has been scrubbed, but can not erase the pain and grimace frozen in the face before death, as if death can not let him free from the struggle. The elf king's five fingers were spread wide, as if to tear open his chest and rip out his windpipe. Drusilla trembled and tried to straighten her father's hands, but they were already as stiff as rocks and tried several times without success.
"The chamber held back the fire and the heat, but the air was also burned through, and His Majesty and his loyal guards died of ... asphyxiation."
Drusillia gave up and clutched her cold palm, unable to believe how gentle and soft it had been just a few days ago.
"I hope to see you at the palace gate to greet me 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?"
"Promise."
...
Drusillia whispered against the elf my face, "You broke the promise, Father."
The onlookers were surprised to find that although the pain felt like it was going to tear her head and chest apart, she didn't 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! I can understand your eagerness for revenge, but ... the crowning of the Clan King needs the permission and witness of the Council of Elders!"
Drusillia finally recognized who this was, Elder Annado, the leader of the neutral faction, who had a part in Hora's Midsummer Night parade.
The princess turned her head, and the ice-pick-like knives of her eyes made Annador bolt. "I'm surprised you're still alive, Elder Annador." The tone full of malice made Annador even more horrified.
"... I mean, although you are the legal and reasonable first heir, according to the kingdom law, the approval of all the elders is required."
The princess sneered, "Villette."
The businesswoman stepped forward from the crowd. "I am at ... Your Majesty!" She shouted her salutation with a clang.
"Answer me where the laws of the kingdom come from."
"The former king, noticing that the persecution of the elven species by humans was increasing with each passing day, issued a 'Kingdom Recall', calling all elves in the Salaver diaspora to return to their homeland in Tyria. In order to maintain internal balance and stability, and including the traitor Orpheus clans reached a pact, and with the leaders of the clans to form a council of elders, the so-called kingdom law is also born. And before that, the Tia throne inheritance never needed the permission of any person or group!" Verity's impassioned explanation made Annaldo stare angrily.
Drusillia took a step forward and Annador subconsciously stepped back. "Elder Annado, look around you, such a cruel sight, thousands of corpses of your fellow countrymen, doesn't it make you understand? Opharsis plunged a sharp knife hardened with hot poisonous juice into Tia's chest, and the pact collapsed! You, on the other hand, only talk nonsense in the council chamber, wavering in your position, weak in your style, the temple is the knife of assassination, and you are the hand on the hilt."
Anado opened his mouth and trembled, not knowing how to retort, he looked back and found himself alone in the face of the frenzied princess's angry rebuke.
Drusillia smiled disdainfully, her eyes looking down at Annador along the bridge of her nose. "In these days, when the hinges of the blockade of the southeastern kingdom are tightening, when there is unrest in the green capital, and when trepidation will soon spread through the forest, do you think that what Tia needs at this time is the continuation of tradition and the approval of the nobility? Wrong, the army's bow and arrow, and the druid's spell is what they desire. You need the clan king, but the clan king doesn't need you! As for witnessing, huh ..."
The lime green yarmulke staff set with the original sapphire stone nudged the ground, and the vines that broke through the earth held Druhiria up, allowing the assembled elves to see the crown on her forehead and hear her proclamation.
"The fire of Tyria's heritage suffers the wind and snow, but it will never be extinguished. I, Drusilla, hereby take over the throne of the clan from the former king, and who, O people of Theia, will bear witness and send the salute of vengeance!"
The proclamation was carried through the green capital by the power of the wind, and after a brief silence, Rameshirai was the first to respond, falling to one knee with such quick and violent movements that several wounds crumbled.
"My King!" The voice that spurted from the depths of his throat tossed the ground.
One, two, three ... rangers, weavers; nobles, commoners. One by one, they poured out, offering their allegiance.
"My King."
"Praise be to you, Queen of Tyria."
...
The kneeling salutations spread out like a wave, and soon only a shocked Annadore was left standing, looking particularly solid. But Drusillia's next words sent him straight to the ground in a soft heap.
"As the first order of the Clan King, the Council of Elders is dissolved, and all military and government is returned to the royal family. From now on, there can only be one voice in Tia Forest, the voice of Queen Garland Nord!"
"Second order, the whole army will repair for the night, and launch a general attack at dawn, I wipe out the traces of the Lord of Rituals from the forest of Tia completely!"
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"I guess our little princess will be giving orders this whole majestic time." Flamir a whole row of Orphic storage box picked out a piece of a square meter of golden diamond-shaped dragon scales, observed the size is just right, and flew to the gap on the back of Lesatos set into it.
"Ah, big, change one. It is estimated that the civil war in Tyria will be over in 24 hours, and by then Nieron should have absorbed enough souls to shed the priesthood and bolt." Lysatos yelped in pain and craned his neck to observe the ugly centipede-like gaping hole in his back, his dark red skin exposed. The body wound has been healed, but the broken dragon scales need a few months to grow, the gap becomes broken, so to replace the scales temporarily with the previous accumulation of scales.
A little hard ah, Flamir gritted his teeth to make the top inside. "Then ... why risk going to the Kingdom of God now. Waiting for Him to shed the priesthood into a demigod and then intercept it is not good, easy to take down."
"Oh! Idiot, you got the wrong direction. He will also abandon the priesthood to isolate his connection with Saraph and revert from being a native deity to an outsider, so what do I need Him for and where will I find another Saraph deity."
The devil's eye inserted into the last scale, watching the fine tight back, sighing with relief.
"I say are you two ahhhhhhhh done, I'm hungry from waiting, but your demiplane is just a bunch of dwarves."
Lysatos glared at Iraduni who ran in, "You ate my dwarves?"
The spirit-sucking monster grunted disdainfully, "I'm not so hungry as to seek out half-earth elemental creatures with brain grooves as smooth as stone."
"Let's go, you'll be driving the way according to the plan set out earlier, I'm going to try to save as many spell bits and scrolls as possible."
Vlamir went farther around the spirit-sucking monster, the playful smile on his face only solemn. He lowered his tentacles and said sincerely, "My invincible master, please make sure you return victorious."
"Watch over the family. Crazy arrogance, let's go."
Silver light radiated from the spirit-sucking monster and wrapped around the golden dragon, then space distorted for a moment and disappeared.
Level 9 Psychic Teleportation Department Ability [Star Realm Travel]!