Fairy’s Box

"Dean, you traitor! You are just the patriarch of the Greenwood Tribe and have no right to do this!"

Prince Sindar's pupils shrank terribly, his handsome face suddenly contorted, and he let out a howl like a wounded beast. He immediately picked up his saber, and pointed the tip of it to the other side:

"In the name of the son of the mother tree and the guardian of the sea of ​​​​trees, I declare that I will deprive Dean Western of the identity of the green forest tree elf. Sad coward, you don't deserve to live! Kill him for me!"

His angry voice echoed in the hall, gradually weakening until it disappeared, and no one carried out the order.

"Didn't you hear?" Sindar rushed forward angrily, grabbed a guard's shirt, and almost broke his voice:

"Kill him for me! Kill him!"

The tree elf guard looked at him indifferently, neither speaking nor making any movement, expressing his position in a silent way.

"Kill him! Whoever kills this traitor is the patriarch of the Green Forest Tribe. I swear in the name of the son of the mother tree, and I will give him supreme honor and praise."

"The tree goddess is dead, Your Highness, it is meaningless for you to swear in her name." A tree elf guard replied coldly.

"You guys, don't you listen to me? Don't you recognize my identity?" Sindar's heart seemed to fall into the ice, his body trembled, and he could barely stand.

The two tree elf patriarchs below the stage looked at each other, stepped forward at the same time, and bowed deeply: "No, Your Highness, you are still our prince."

"Patriarch Proud, Patriarch Mizdeno..." His eyebrows stretched out, his breath returned to a steady state, and he couldn't help seeing the two of them as the last pillar.

Proud is knowledgeable and handsome, and is known as a sage among the tree elves, while Mizdno is the biological uncle of Queen Quenya. As long as they have their support, even if the opponent is Dean Western, it can be wiped with a backhand.

Sindar had high hopes for them, desperately hoping to get the support of the two, to kill Dean, the rebel, and then send troops to crusade against the **** of destruction in Antrazu, and avenge Quenya himself.

The next two sentences of the two patriarchs put him in the ice cellar: "So, please shoulder your responsibility as a leader and make the right choice, the tree elves need to survive."

"Traitors, cowards, you are all traitors! You should all be hanged, hanged..." He slumped to the ground as if all his strength had been drained, and murmured in despair.

The stronger one is and the more deeply connected with the world, the more one can appreciate the horror of the God of Destruction in the depths of the sky. It is meaningless to fight against such an opponent. As long as the other party has a heart, no matter how large the army of tree elves is, they will all die in an instant.

"His Royal Highness." Proud looked at each other with sharp eyes, and his voice was very urgent, with an impatient charm: "If you can't do it, then..."

A green light flashed in his hand, and a dagger was suddenly held in his palm.

"I'll ask you to die!"

Before he finished speaking, the dagger dragged out a cold light and slid straight across Sindar's neck, permanently freezing the other party's terrified expression.

goo goo goo...

A dead head was sprayed with blood and rolled under the High Throne of the Sea of ​​Trees World. However, at this moment, no tree elf was willing to take another look at the former leader.

"Queen Quenya's bloodline, the infant Princess Nanali, will be the new queen of Ovidis, and we need a regent before your majesty comes of age."

Facing the image of the dome, Dean kept kneeling and said loudly: "I propose that Mizdno become the king of the camera, in place of Queen Nanali, to manage the military and political affairs of Ovidis."

"The Shenze tribe agrees!"

"The Moonlight Tribe agrees!"

"The Barren Hill Tribe agrees!"

...

In the center of the canopy, as Cromwell's ideal posture, Obelisk waited peacefully until this moment, and the voice was conveyed to the ground again:

"Is it over, this ridiculous farce?"

"It's over, my lord."

Now that Mizdno is the regent, it is naturally inconvenient to kneel, so he bows to the giant of light in the image:

"Sindar is arrogant and stupid, and is not worthy to be our leader. The previous promise of Patriarch Dean is my promise. I hope you can accept our apology."

This time, Obelisk was silent for a long time, and all the tree elves were sweating coldly. When it was almost difficult to breathe, a golden flame flashed in its eyes, and the voice immediately came down:

"The ruler of the sea of ​​​​trees retains the king's title, and the emperor Augustus is the master. The kings of all dynasties must be sent to Anterasus before they reach adulthood, and they will honor me as a king. During the blood moon, they will pay tribute to the nine whites. With this as a pact, we will become friends, and Ovidis will always be trusted and protected by Antrasus."

"God's kindness, how dare the barbarians in the lower world refuse to obey." Mizdeno immediately knelt down on one knee, expressing his gratitude with tears of gratitude.

He is familiar with the ancient books, and naturally knows the rules of Antrazu. Since the other party dares to say such words, he must have won the approval of His Majesty the Eternal Fire.

The sound of thunder came again from the depths of the sky: "From now on, the coordinates of the two worlds will be oriented. Is there any objection?"

"my pleasure."

Mizdno showed an uplifting expression from the bottom of his heart, not only him, but the tree elves in the royal court all showed the happiness of the rest of their lives, and the weak-willed part had already cried with joy.

Only Dean stared in the direction of the throne with a look of sadness and joy on his face. He once bathed in the splendor of the sea of ​​​​trees. Before the war, Ovidis was inferior to the other side, but he was also ranked first in the main world. one. Just before that throne, the majesty of the Lord God, Mystertin, was at its highest, terrifying the multiverse.

And now, it's all over... Your Majesty Mistertin, what a cruel disaster your arrogance has brought us.

That's all, as long as you can survive, no matter how dark the future is, there will always be a glimmer of hope. All the tree spirits must lie dormant until the moment of Antrassue's weakness, and will do so without hesitation, only for the holy day of vengeance.

However, will things really end as he imagined? The answer is no, the killing of the citizens of Roservia is not enough to atone for money alone!

"Before the contract is reached, the blood debt still needs to be tasted." Obelisk's body surfaced in an instant, and his huge right hand rushed to the ground like a rain of fire:

"Thousands of Antrazu's elites died of hatred due to the calamity of Angrit. In contrast, Ovidis must give ten times his life as a blood sacrifice... This is - God's punishment!"

Whoosh-!

A green light pierced the earth, went straight to the royal court of the underground palace, penetrated Dean Western's chest before slowly dissipating...