The dragon queen always teases me

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The officer swallowed, "Fight for the empire?"

Yimir kicked him, "Fuck you! Run!"

He had never seen such a thing, but he had heard of it, cutting off the head of the dead to control the actions of the dead. Emperor Schulberg had encountered such a monster during his Eastern Expedition, but it was resolved by the Goddess of Light with holy light.

The emperor once wanted to kill with human power, but unless this kind of thing is chopped up, it will continue to fight.

There are no priests here at all, no holy water and no holy light.

The number of villagers exceeds [-], which is enough to kill them abruptly.

……

"Everyone," Meria licked her lips, "how are you thinking?"

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Chapter 48 Chapter xii Flame Rose

It was a long silence.

"I beg you," Latria said after taking a deep breath, "give us another day."

Meria closed the folder, raised her eyes and said, "You mean, after a day, you will all give me an answer?"

Just as Schwader was about to speak, he was kicked by Latria, and the high heels of the slender women's shoes were firmly planted on his calf. Hertu blushed from the pain and dared not make a sound.

"Does Master Schwader have any opinion?" Meria asked with a smile.

"Do not."

He exhaled forcefully.

Meria emphasized that "there are opinions that can be raised."

"But no matter what you say," she blinked and said, "the military expenditure will not be reduced."

"Yes," Latria replied at this time, "I will give you a most satisfactory answer." There was a flash of cold light in her eyes, "The most satisfactory to us."

……

Bloody smell.

It's all blood.

Chatterai looked at the ground with his eyes wide open, and the expression of fear before death and the ferocious head suddenly retched violently.

A pair of black riding boots appeared in front of her. She knew who the owner of the riding boots was, but she would rather not know anything.

"What's the matter with you?" Olik asked with a smile.

Chatterley covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

She said nothing.

She didn't want to say anything.

Oliko lifted Chatterley's face with his boot.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely beautiful woman, she has the coldness and purity of an elf, and the temptation and charm of a human mistress.

"Why are you ignoring me?"

Chatterley clutched at the handkerchief tremblingly.

"Ok?"

She reaches out.

"Help me," she said with limp legs, "please."

There was a soft smile in Oliko's eyes, "I'm honored." He Rachatai stood up.

Strictly speaking, it was pulled into his arms.

Chatterley exclaimed.

She desperately wanted to get rid of Oliko's imprisonment, but failed.

"Let go of your hand!" she yelled angrily.

"You can find a fool who will let go at this time," Oliko whispered in her ear: "I really want to see you, madam."

"If you still know that I am your mother," Chatterley said coldly, "let go."

"You are not my mother." Olik approached slowly, holding Chatterley's wrist even harder, and they even heard the mournful sound of bones, "My mother is Queen Marilyn."

It was as if Cha Tailai had been stabbed in the chest by a sharp sword, and the last trace of blood faded from her face.

She tried to condense into a vine arrow.

She only has a quarter of the elven blood on her body, and she hasn't undergone rigorous training, so it's not easy to take shape.

But she still made it.

When the vine wrapped around Oliko's neck, he was stunned for a moment, and then showed an indescribably weird smile, "I'm sorry, my dear lady."

He reached out and picked off the leaves from Chatterley's hair, "Although this does not damage your beauty, it is not enough respect for a noble lady."

He whispered into Chatterley's ear.

The breath was warm, but it made her shiver unceasingly.

Oliko bowed gracefully and opened the distance between the two.

His attitude was so casual and composed, as if he really just wanted to remove the leaves from Chatterai's hair just now.

It's as if his heart is as calm and open as water.

Chatterley looked at his blood-related son with disgust and horror.

"Goodbye." She curtsied.

It was the first time she had saluted her son, and it was the first time she had treated him as an individual, a man who wasn't his property.

"There is a war going on here," Oliko's gentle voice sounded behind him, "I suggest that you don't go out alone, it is very dangerous for a woman."

Nothing is more dangerous than you!Chatterley almost yelled, her strong upbringing made her desperately suppress this impulse.

"Thank you for your concern." Chatterley replied coldly.

Oliko watched her back.

The body wrapped in the blue dress is still as beautiful and thin as a virgin.

"Mother?" He sneered.

His mother was always dignified and noble Queen Marilyn.

I never, never thought of you as... my mother.

What qualifications does such a shameless and selfish woman have to be called his mother?

Oliko turned around with a sneer, and walked towards the exact opposite place.

There was a massacre there.

These villagers... or what we can call the army is pervasive. Yimir originally intended to let the wind elemental mage leave to report the battle situation, but they did not give Yimir a chance to leave.