Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 133 Although our elven civilization is weak, we fight hard among ourselves!
early morning.

The clear and melodious singing like a lark came through the mist, and Serafur's bare feet were swinging playfully back and forth on the lake with her white jade feet.

From time to time, one or two circles of ripples are splashed, swinging on the mirror-like lake.

With the verdant green forest and the hazy white mist, the whole scene is like an oil painting that people can't take their eyes off. It is quiet and distant, and the pure charm of the girl has unconsciously become a symbol of beauty!
A maid came over.

Just as she was about to say something, she couldn't help being immersed in the beautiful picture of tranquility in front of her, unwilling to spoil the atmosphere at the moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty the Princess, the National Teacher has arrived."

Hearing the elf princess's inquiry, the maid quickly said respectfully.

Serafur's eyes lit up in a flash, and she did not forget to lift the white dress gracefully with both hands.

Like a jumping butterfly dancing in the flowers, it can't wait to trot towards the gazebo in the center of the garden!
Soon, Serafur got his wish and saw the figure he was thinking about, calmed down his shortness of breath, and then walked towards the other side calmly.

"Master National Teacher."

"Another beautiful morning, your beauty will keep me in a good mood for the day."

"……Thank you for the compliment!"

Faced with Itarek's rare joke, Serafur was too shy to look him in the eye.

However, it is also because of this.

Serafur found that Itarek brought two things with him today. The abundant magic power fluctuations and gorgeous shape immediately attracted her attention!
It was a crown and a sword.

Even though she is a princess, Serafur has never seen any treasures like them with the preciousness visible to the naked eye!
"Do you like the gift I prepared for you, Your Royal Highness?"

"This is for me?"

Serafur looked at Itarek in surprise, "But, why so suddenly..."

"It's just a little compensation for you, so that in every moment of despair in the future, you can remember that there is still such a beautiful time like now."

The unbearable itching for the treasure made Serafur ignore the deep meaning in Italek's words.

And looking at Serafur's fiery and curious eyes, it seemed that he wanted to take it and observe it carefully, but he was fighting fiercely with his reserved mentality.

Italek shook his head.

He took the initiative to take a few steps forward, and put the silver crown that seemed to be surrounded by thorns on Serafur's head impartially.

In an instant, Serafur felt a clear flow from the crown of thorns to the limbs and bones.

While the affinity for magic power has been greatly improved, the crown of thorns also spontaneously absorbs the overflowing magic power, and finally forms a transparent magic shield with a diameter of five meters in front of Serafur!
Serafur stretched out her hand curiously, and lightly touched the cold wall of the magic shield.

She can feel it.

With just a thought, this magic shield will appear and disappear as she chooses.

Not only that, when this thick magic shield is broken, it will also cause an additional impact damage to all surrounding enemies, which can be called the second life on the battlefield!

Take the crown of thorns off your head.

Serafur was amazed that this strange item had such an outstanding ability, it was much stronger than those alchemy products in the treasury that were made by masters.

And when her eyes fell on a silver thorn in the inner circle of the crown, a line of fluent and beautiful elf language was impressively imprinted on the surface:

The road to light is destined to be full of thorns!
"This is not an alchemy item, its effect seems to be constant?"

"I call them magic weapons.

If you have to choose to stand up and fight for the people when facing the malice of fate in the future, then this crown of thorns will definitely make your enemies feel the bloody sting! "

Italek looked gentle.

In his opinion, Evelyn and Serafur are the only ones in the entire elven civilization who are qualified to join the ranks of figures.

The former was born with a great goal, but because of his intervention, he drifted away.

No longer focused on revenge, but wanted to become his vassal wholeheartedly after unshackled, which made Itarek feel a little headache.

And the latter is purely possessing potential without knowing it.

The noble status of the elf princess not only made her but also restricted her. Only after being tempered in the fire and pain can Serafur shine with her own brilliance!

And these two magical weapons that Itarek specially forged were to give Selavur more confidence and try to avoid the insurance of premature death during the forging process.

Of course, if it still falls after doing so much.

Then it can only mean that he was mistaken, Serafur is not qualified enough to be included in Itarek's exaggerated collection!
"This sword combines the effects of a staff and a sharp blade.

It can increase the destructiveness of your spells by nearly [-]%, and it is not easy to be damaged. Every hit will draw part of the enemy's life to feed back to yourself. "

Hand over the silver holy sword to Serafur.

Serafur's amazed eyes were clearly reflected on the hoarfrost-like cold surface, and her fingertips couldn't help stroking it, the unusual sharpness made Serafur's skin tingle!
Obviously, this silver holy sword not only surpassed more than [-]% of the staffs in the elven civilization, but also defeated more than [-]% of the melee weapons!

A line of writing as elegant and unrestrained as a crown of thorns clearly emerged on the surface of the blade:
Where the heart goes, where the sword goes!
"When your eyes are shrouded in despair, I hope this holy sword can give you the courage and determination to be invincible.

Failure doesn't mean the end.

Only when you give up yourself, it means that the real failure is coming! "

The slender catkin held the hilt firmly, and when the cold touch came, Serafur fell in love with it instantly!

But even if you don't know, what does it mean to have magical weapons unique to trolls in elven civilization.

From the powerful effect, Serafur can still intuitively feel the value of these two items that cannot be bought in a thousand years!
"This, this is really too precious, I don't know how I should repay you!"

"No need to repay, just take this as a gift near the end of our long-term happy cooperation."

"……What's the meaning?"

Serafur instinctively sensed something was wrong.

But before he had time to continue asking, a group of soldiers armed to the teeth came seriously.

Regardless of the exclamation of the surrounding attendants, the captain in charge opened a black and white document, and said to Itarek with a solemn expression.

"My lord, according to 54 nobles who jointly issued a number of crimes against you, including overreaching, corruption, bribery, conspiracy and rebellion, you will accept inquiries from the parliament in the next few days, please come with us Bar."

Paused.

The captain suddenly lowered his voice amidst the exclamations of the others, and his lips moved undetectably.

"Don't worry, my lord, His Majesty will not let the council mess around.

And the council composed of that group of immortals doesn't have much real power, and we will protect your safety throughout the whole process, but this time the momentum is a bit big. "

"Wait, I don't agree!"

Serafur stood up abruptly, with clearly visible anger appearing on her face.

However, Itarek stretched out his hand to signal the other party not to speak too much. After thanking the captain in a low voice with a smile, he allowed himself to leave under the guard and surveillance of the soldiers.

Before leaving, he did not forget to wink at Serafur playfully, as if he was just going to a ball.

Serafur's complexion was cloudy and uncertain.

Her natural political instincts were telling her that it was a very bad signal that this parliament, which her father had suddenly established hundreds of years ago, suddenly launched an attack full of confidence at this moment!

Instead of rushing to find the Elf King to question, Serafur knew that this would only make things worse!
ponder for a moment.

Serafur whispered a few words to the maid on the side. After a few hourglass hours, a group of private soldiers of the elf princess began to secretly follow up with the group of soldiers guarding the Imperial Division of Chenxi, secretly guarding the other party's safety.

The undercurrent of the upper level soon spread to the entire elven civilization, especially when the person involved was the Imperial Master of Dawn.

Serafur had overestimated the severity of the situation as much as possible.

But after the parliament took action, Serafur realized that he still underestimated the group of nobles who united.

I don't know what they are crazy about.

This time, the parliament was like a shark smelling blood, biting Italek and not letting go, and a lot of specious negative rumors emerged from the people as if they had been discussed, and they were repeatedly banned.

If it weren't for the image of Chenxi Guoshi Wei Guangzheng being too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, if it were someone else, such a two-pronged approach would have already been doomed!

The process of parliament is constantly deadlocked in meetings and debates.

Fortunately, there was an Elf King standing by the side of Chenxi Guoshi with a clear banner, but facing the pressure of the parliament, he retreated steadily, and the parliament seemed to be in a situation that could not be lost.

As for the protagonist, Itarek always had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care that he was the one being impeached.

Another day of heated debate passed.

The noisy news from the outside world did not affect the hotel at all, and the soldiers guarded the hotel tensely.

Whether it's out of inner admiration or out of their own responsibilities, they all sincerely want to protect the great existence that is at the center of the vortex these days!
Yet off the street.

Uninvited guests appeared quietly under the cover of night, and one of the figures under the hood was Dennis, staring at the unattractive hotel not far away with complicated emotions.

"One last check, one hourglass and then mission."

A cold and merciless voice sounded.

Evelyn raised her head, and the purple dagger was quietly hanging on her waist. There was a mocking sneer at the corner of her mouth, she was expecting someone's death.

The assassination is about to begin!
at the same time.

A handsome raven landed on a thick arm, and the amethyst-like eyes clearly reflected Tolisso's respectful appearance.

Coughing twice, and never saying a word in the elven civilization, the suffocated Xiaozi pretended to say the order from Italek, while Tolisso listened carefully all the time.

"Hahahahaha, compared to the elves over there, I am actually more optimistic about you, don't let me down then!"

"Obey, the idea of ​​the great dragon is our goal, and the Golden Dynasty will launch an expedition immediately!"

Toliso looked solemn.

For this day, he and Butler prepared countless days and nights, devoting all their energy and effort just to allow the troll civilization to survive the trial of the great dragon!
No matter what kind of civilization the so-called elves are and how powerful they are.

If the troll is threatened, even if the battle reaches a single soldier, it must be completely wiped out!

clang--

Pull out the Blood Slaughter Blade.

The turbulent and violent anger lingered on the Golden King, and Tolisso's eyes shone with a frightening determination, and he announced to Butler with a serious face beside him in a deep voice:
"The trial of the great dragon has begun.

For the glory of the immortal troll, let us crush the group of ants with the iron hooves of war——! ! "

(End of this chapter)