The dragon queen always teases me

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Nothing at all.

"Can't you see me?" the female voice asked with a smile.

At that time in Donglu, it was also this warlock.

So she is in the illusion now?

Melia couldn't help but feel a chill.

"You like to use Bo Na's voice so much? Do you have a crush on her?" Meriya Shu shook her stiff wrist.

"Who would like such a lowly race?" There were bursts of laughter in the air, and the disdain was beyond words.

"The Dragon Clan is the legendary Golden Clan, the most powerful and superior race." Meria retorted with a half-smile.

She has never been interested in the theory of the historical races of the Westland, because human beings are considered to be the most humble clan of bronze.

"It's just Lu Sien's bragging." The voice said disdainfully.

Lu Sien - God of the Dragon Clan.

Melia narrowed her eyes, "It seems that you are really the goddess of light."

"Goddess of Light?" The voice turned cold instantly.

There was a loud bang.

Meria's throat was oppressed by gravity, and she leaned her head back against the wall, slowly adjusting her breathing.

The woman looked down at Meria's face condescendingly. "Why don't you use your spiritual power?"

Melia asked out of context: "Don't use her face."

She meant, Bo Na's face.

The face of the woman she loved so much was staring at everything coldly.

The woman slowly increased the weight.

There was a gurgling sound in Meria's throat.

"Why not use spiritual power?" The woman leaned close to her face, rubbing her chin gently, "Why?"

Melia slapped her backhand.

There were dense ice needles in her fingers, and she scraped off a layer of skin abruptly.

"Yes, it should be like this, you should be like this." The wound is healing, "You should be so ruthless." The woman let go of her.

"No one is worthy of you." She lowered her head.

Melia separated the distance between the two of them with a thin ice blade, and the ice blade stuck to the woman's lips, "Don't get any closer."

Melia said lightly: "You are not good enough for me."

The woman pressed her shoulders and laughed, "You are not her, but you are most like her."

"Listen to me," she almost kissed Meria's earlobe, but she didn't get any closer, "Dead people can't speak."

"I hope you're wise enough, my dearest." She blew maliciously into Meria's ear.

Melia moved her shoulders, but the person was gone.

Only the blood on the ground shows that someone has been there.

The dead can't speak...

Melia walked out.

Jotun stood by the door.

He should be the busiest confidential secretary in the history of the empire, on call 8 hours a day, all year round.

"Tell Yimir to focus on finding the surrounding villages."

No one reported to the empire, so can it be understood that they are all dead?

Dead people can't speak.

Chapter 47 Chapter xi Undead Army

"I seem to have said that if the money is not in place within five days, I will commit suicide and apologize." Melia threw the dagger on the table, and the heavy sound of hitting the table made everyone's eyelids jump.

"Come on," the Queen crossed her chin with her hands, "Which one of you will start first?"

……

It was dark.

The air carries the aroma of grass, the freshness of the soil after the rain, and... the smell of blood.

Emir frowned.

Very strong bloody smell.

So far, they haven't seen a dead body, not a drop of blood, but the smell is always with them.

Elemental mages use fire elemental lighting.

Firelight illuminates the sky.

There is the outline of a village not far ahead.

Yimir glanced at the map - the village farthest from Berk City but still in Berk Province, Nabia.

"Go ahead," he ordered.

This is the last village.

If nothing was found, it would prove Meria wrong.

Yimir didn't believe that Oliko would kill the entire village to hide the army. He was a benevolent person, even if it seemed to be an illusion now.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, almost to the point of nausea.

The land after the rain is still soft and moist, but in this case, it feels very strange, as if stepping on a soft human body.

The elemental mage couldn't help but shine the elements on the ground under his feet.

"Ahhh!!!"

Yimir paused, his face was very ugly.

The officer beside him yelled angrily: "Shut up! You idiot!"

"Blood! There's blood!"

The officer wanted to slash him with a knife, "Did you just cut off your fucking ni_ai!? Never seen blood!"

Upon hearing the words, Yimir snatched away the mage's staff beside him, and shone it on the ground.

The land is indeed s-hi moist.

But there was one thing they got wrong. The soil, which looked dark under the dim light of the fire, was actually red, an intense dark red soaked with blood.

Yimir traversed the battlefield, and has seen countless horrific wars, but he has never seen so much human blood.

How long have they walked on the s-hi moist land?Six quarters of an hour?The journey of six quarters of an hour is soaked in blood, how many people will die here?

There is no doubt that a massacre took place here.

Yimir's throat was a little dry, because he saw people coming out of the village.

Well-trained and uniform villagers.

If their heads hadn't been completely cut off, leaving only their bare necks exposed, Yimir would have discussed with the instructors how to train the army.

"Your Excellency General...you..."

Yimir said blankly: "You ask me what to do?" He drew his sword out of its sheath.