PS: I was too busy yesterday, so I'm late today. Sorry.
Spring 2525 of the Empire, Fontainebleau Palace, Olica's Ashen Courtyard.
Even in the Fontainebleau Palace, the palace of the Sun King, the Ashen Courtyard was a place that made the palace guards and attendants tremble in fear. The Ashen Courtyard covered an area of about 6,000 square meters and was located in a large forest. From the outside, it was a typical dark elven architectural art. Its tall steeple, purplish white buildings, and dark walls gave a very strong sense of contrast. The place was covered by shadows all year round. Even when the sun was at its brightest, the Ashen Courtyard was still suffused with a gloomy atmosphere.
The palace of the Pale Queen, Olica, was located here. Many attendants and knights were talking about the ghosts or ghosts they had seen in the Ashen Courtyard. After the battle of Kuyleu, this was proven to be true. The dark elven maid beside Laing was really the Goddess of the Elves, and she was in charge of souls, death, and the underworld.
Since the fall of Nagaros, Olica moved her palace to Laing's side. The Ashen Courtyard had always been strictly forbidden to others.
And on this day in spring, a live experiment was being carried out in the Ashen Courtyard.
In the deep basement of the courtyard, there were three special devices that imprisoned three ice witches. Their limbs were fixed in black pillars made of some special material and soaked in purple liquid. Many thin needles were pierced into their bodies and connected to the flexible tubes and the magic devices above. They wore helmets made of purple and pale soul stones. Olica's divine power was injected into the consciousness of the three ice witches through the chains of the helmets. There was only a whining sound in the basement.
Olica the Pale Queen and Lilith the Lake Fairy stood below. Olica was calculating something. As she softly ordered to stop, six dark elven witches stepped forward and untied the seal of the ice witch. They took off the ice witch's helmet, revealing long black hair with ice and snow colors and a cold and noble face.
This Ice Witch was none other than the Tsar Katarin. She had just broken free from the illusion and felt extremely nauseous. She could not stop retching. After trying to recognize who it was for a while, the Tsar snapped, "Olica, it's you! And the fairies in the lake, how dare you do this?! "
After struggling for a while, Katarín found that her four limbs were fixed to the pillar in an "X" shape. Her body was also soaked in an unknown purple liquid. She couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried, so she could only curse loudly.
Today, Olica was wearing a red spring cherry flower mermaid dress. The Dark Elf Goddess was wearing a pale crown and a gorgeous underworld cloak. On her beautiful legs were ultra-thin flesh-colored lace jacquard stockings, and on her feet were milky white buckle high heels. The Dark Elf Goddess ignored Katarina's scolding and said to Lilith, "I think I understand where the secret of the Ice Witch's bloodline comes from."
"Where are they from?" The Fairy of the Lake, Lilith, was wearing an Illusory Iris Pure White Bauhinia Fairy Evening Gown. On her beautiful legs, she was wearing ultra-thin, flesh-colored lace stockings just like Olica's. However, the Goddess was wearing pantyhose. Two long ribbons were hanging on her tender, white shoulders. The soft moonlight shone on the surface of the ribbons, which were painted with the patterns of the sun, moon, and stars.
The two Goddesses were discussing the mystery of Ice Magic.
"The power of the Ice Witch is a strange invention of the Ancient Sage. I have confirmed this with Aurora and Teresa." Olica looked at the other two Ice Witches who were soaked in purple liquid and imprisoned in black pillars. They were wearing black helmets and were undergoing brainwashing. Obviously, they were Aurora and Teresa. The Dark Elf Goddess showed the report to the Fairy of the Lake. "It is neither magic nor bloodline. Ice Magic is a strange existence. If we understand Magic Eight Winds as subset A and Chaos Magic as subset B, then Ice Magic does not belong to subset A and only interacts with subset B. It is unstable, but it does not decay. It uses the cold power of the earth and is not easily limited by magic resistance, but it is difficult to control."
"It is a bit like the Ancient Sage Magic used by the Lucia Magic Toad?" The Fairy of the Lake was interested and asked casually.
"I have been experimenting on Aurora and Teresa before." Olica pointed to the sorceress and her daughter who were in a state of hallucination. "But I have not been able to find anything. They are all female courtiers who are favored by their master, and I cannot use methods that will hurt them or leave behind sequelae. After all, they still have to serve their master."
"Olica, you bitch! Let me go, or I will freeze you into an ice sculpture and tell Laing what you have done to me! "Katarín screamed and struggled desperately.
"Scream, scream as hard as you can. No matter how much you scream, no one will come to save you." Olica laughed. The Dark Elf Goddess took out a lightning greatsword of the Hal Gunsi Executioner and waved it in front of Katarín. "Or, do you want to be cut off all your limbs and turned into a lump of meat and stay here forever as an experiment subject?"
Tsar's face turned pale. She said stubbornly, "If you do this, you will be breaking the agreement between me and Laing!"
"Cutting off all your limbs is not like you can't get pregnant, my female Tsar!" Olica said with a sinister smile.
“？？？！！！” Katarín, whose face was as white as paper, did not dare to speak anymore. She could only continue to struggle and then looked at Olica angrily.
"What did you find out, Olica?" The Fairy of the Lake looked at Katarín with sympathy, but it was only sympathy.
"Queen Miska disappeared on the way to the Chaotic Wasteland to close the portal," Olica said seriously. "Obviously, she failed, but Miska, who had the power of a demigod, did not completely die. She used the last of her power to establish a domain that belonged to the Ice Witches and passed on her knowledge and power. After that, every generation of Ice Witches with the Romanov bloodline would automatically become the incarnation of Queen Miska."
"A big tree? Scattered branches? " The Fairy of the Lake seemed to understand. "Just like how my Mother Goddess Isa passed down the inheritance of the Eternal Queen from generation to generation?"
"Yes." Olica smiled and nodded. "The trunk of the big tree is the inheritance of Queen Miska, and the branches of the big tree are the bloodline of the Romanov royal family. Our female Tsar, Katarín, is one of the main branches. Since she is both a Tsar and the leader of the Ice Witches, she naturally received the most inheritance of Queen Miska, which is why she is so powerful."
"I see." The Fairy of the Lake quickly understood what Olica meant. "You mean, if we can trace Katarín's bloodline back to the source, we may be able to obtain the slumbering and lost soul of Queen Miska of Kislöw, the Ice Demigod, and her powerful protective power that allowed her to lead her tribe all the way through the Kurgan Plains to settle down in Kislöw?"
"Exactly." Olica licked her lips. "Moreover, you and I can both get a part of Queen Miska's power. Let's split it evenly."
"No … No, don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!" Katarín's heart sank as she listened to the plan of the two goddesses. She screamed desperately, "I will not let you steal the power of Miska's ancestor even if I die!"
"Oh? Is that so? " Olica glanced at Katarín indifferently. "It doesn't matter. You won't remember anything tomorrow anyway."
The helmet fell and covered Katarín's head again. Olica's divine power entered Katarín's brain through the threads tied to the helmet. The female Tsar struggled a few times but could not resist the power of a true god. She gradually calmed down.
"Let go of Aurora and Teresa." The Lady of the Lake looked at the other two Ice Witches and felt sorry for them. "Forget about Katarín. They have never gone against you."
"I won't really hurt them. I just like to train these indifferent and pretentious Ice Witches so that they will be forced to reveal their true nature." Olica and Lilith walked out of the basement and sat in the cold reception room of the Pale Courtyard. The Pale Queen of the Underworld and the Moon Goddess of Heaven were discussing matters. "Moreover, our female Tsar has made an agreement with Master. They will have a daughter to inherit Kislöw's position of Tsar. What value does Katarín have left? She is only of reproductive value. I will guide the power of her Romanov bloodline into the fetus, and the daughter will be the incarnation of Miska! "
Lilith sat down, tidied up her skirt, and crossed her beautiful legs. The Lady of the Lake said, "The battle between Tyrion and Malecis is about to start again. This is a continuation of the battle between Asuyan and Cain. We must ensure that this battle goes on as scheduled."
"You already have a plan?" Olica frowned. "You plan to let Cain transform into Tyrion and slaughter all the Elven Gods? Except for you and me? "
"It's not my plan. It's fate," Lilith said proudly. "What I want to do is to let everything happen naturally."
"Then how do we take the origin of Asuyan and Cain?" Olica was still puzzled. "Asuyan's incarnation is Malecis. Do you think the Witch King will let you take his power? Also, Cain's origin is all in the Sword of Cain. "
"I have a plan." Lilith smiled. "Malecis is arrogant and self-abased. His heart is higher than the sky. He can see everyone clearly, but he can't see himself clearly. I only need to tell him that Asuyan's power can make him do anything. That's enough. We just need to wait."
"That's enough?"
"As for Tyrion, I've already buried the foreshadowing." Lilith nodded. "I didn't use it last time, but it will definitely come in handy this time. In return, didn't I let you use your Underworld Army to save Azarion's nephew and niece?"
"That's the last thousand-man army of the Eris Kingdom and the last bloodline of the Prince Eris Family. Lilith, if you don't do it, I will," Olica said seriously. "This is also for Master."
"Oh, the originally bloodthirsty, belligerent, and cunning Goddess of the Underworld Olica has actually changed? It seems that you've improved after following Laing for so many years. " Lilith pretended to be surprised. The Lake Fairy thought that it was good that Olica was tactful. When she became the Goddess of the Moon of Heaven, she would still leave a position for Olica.
"Oh, the Moon Goddess Lilith, who was originally full of scheming and manipulating behind the scenes, knows when to restrain herself after being with Master for so long." Olica also sneered. The Pale Queen thought that it was good that Lilith was tactful. When she became the Goddess of the Underworld, she would still leave a position for Lilith.
The two goddesses clinked their flower teacups and drank the Wood Elves' flower tea. Then, they smiled without saying anything. It seemed that they had reached an agreement again.
Today's weather is also good!
… I'm saying that today's weather is good …
While Olica and Lilith continued to plot, Sun Wang Laing and Sun Queen Suria were in the forest hunting ground near the Fontainebleau Palace, eating fried onions with the recruits of the Old Guard.
Everyone ate fried onions, had a picnic, did field training, had a marching competition, and sang the 'Song of the Onion'. Leon and Sulia got close to the soldiers, trained with them, and guided the old guards in their training. Leon quickly won the hearts of the new soldiers. On the other hand, the traditional knights and nobles complained that their king was too attentive to the old guards and the Coldstream Guards, and did not care enough about the outstanding young knights of the kingdom.
Laing was affectionately called "Dad" by the Old Guard, while Suria was affectionately called "Madam".
In the afternoon, after a day of training, the Brittany elites were allowed to move freely, and the Old Guard dispersed. Laing and Suria sat at the entrance of the hunting ground's big tent, watching the young guards continue their training. This legion of less than 1000 people was formed not long ago. It was mainly made up of the nobles and nobles who did not have the right to inherit the throne, the collateral descendants, the children of the honorable freedmen, and many private soldiers of the nobles who had made contributions during the Battle of Culona. It was a new army full of vitality, and most of them were under 20 years old.
"Their future belongs to Devonshire," Laing held Suria's hand and smiled at his wife, "Our son will make good use of them."
"Devonshire? I don't think he's that interested. " Suria held her husband's warm hand, and the Knight King leaned back on Laing's shoulder, "You should think about yourself first."
"Even if he's not that interested, he must stay and be the next Knight King." Laing said proudly, "Next … at least 60 years! Let's talk about it after 60 years. "
"Then … have you thought about Devonshire's marriage? He's almost 20 years old. "Suria was very concerned about this.
"My son's marriage has been arranged by his royal grandfather." Laing smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You and I won't have the chance to arrange it."
"What arrangements does my godfather have?" Suria obviously did not expect that the Emperor would arrange Devonshire's marriage, and the female knight was a little unhappy.
"Holy Tara is the oldest European family, the first daughter of the first merchant dynasty, and Devonshire's wife. Her name is Elisabeth-Ameli-Eugenie, and she's only 12 years old this year." Laing smiled bitterly and said, "When the Final Moment is over, she'll come here and marry Devonshire."
"Okay." Suria could only agree.
At this moment, Philip Mountbatten, the general of Mu Xilong's Coldstream Imperial Guards, walked over and said, "Your Majesty, Talleyrand is here."
"Call him over." Laing nodded.
The cripple got down from the carriage, leaning on a walking stick made of vibranium and mithril and inlaid with countless gems and jade. He limped his body and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the latest news!"
"What news?" Laing asked casually.
"A large group of Army of Chaos landed in the Kingdom of Nords, and they defeated the main army of the Kingdom of Nords at lightning speed. Theodoric Gaither, the Grand Duke of Nords and Kurfürst of Nords, could not resist the combined attack of the landing army and the Brass Fortress. They were defeated, and Winter City fell after 21 days. Gaither led more than 3,000 people to break out of the encirclement and retreat to Mildenheim, but the route was blocked, and they could only retreat to Brunswick. It's only a matter of time before Nords falls!" Talleyrand said anxiously.
"What? The capital of Nords has fallen? "Laing's expression changed slightly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. All signs indicate that the Empire did not win a great victory in Heffwind Root, and it's very likely that it was a Pyrrhic victory." Talleyrand continued, "This is my judgment. The Army of Chaos only moved slowly in the winter, and because of the heavy losses, they spent a lot of time replenishing their troops."
"That's strange. If the Empire really won at Heffwind Root, then why hasn't the Empire asked for help from us?" Suria was puzzled. "The Brittany's army is scattered all over the country, and it takes time for us to gather the troops and supplies."
"It's not hard to explain, Your Majesty, and Madam." Talleyrand bowed and said, "After the great victory in Heffwind Root, I think the problem lies within the Empire's palace. Let me analyze what's happening in the palace of Brunswick."
"In the first stage, they claimed that nothing happened."
"In the second stage, they said that something might have happened, but they should not take action."
"In the third stage, they said that they should take action, but they could not do anything."
"In the fourth stage, they said that they might have done something, but it's too late now."
"Hahaha!" Laing and Suria were both amused.
"Please forgive me for being blunt, Your Majesties, but now is not the time to laugh." Talleyrand tapped the ground with his cane, and the expression of the Brittany Foreign Affairs Minister became very serious. "This is the judgment and decision made by the conservative bureaucrats if a palace loses the emperor's decision. In summary, Your Majesty, Madam, I think that Emperor Karl-franz … may be doomed!"
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