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Chapter 25 Queen Berthalia
As consciousness faded, past memories began to surface one after another.

Berthalia is a bad woman.

Of course, the overall moral standards of the Dark Elf nobles are rather low. They don't even consider "honor" and "virtue" to be worth pursuing, so it's impossible for Bersalia to be kind either.

It's important to know that almost none of the Dark Elf queens in history died a natural death. The reason for saying "almost" is that there was indeed one queen who was quite old when she ascended the throne, and one night she suddenly suffered a heart attack and died in her sleep. Therefore, historians consider her to be the "only Dark Elf queen who died of old age."

In fact, she was just lucky to die young. At that time, a palace coup was already brewing, assassins were on their way to kill her, and even the palace chefs had been bribed to find an opportunity to poison her food.

If Berthalia learned anything from these dark court histories, it was that "there are no rules at the table of power."

Throughout her life, she survived hundreds of assassination attempts, the vast majority of which ended in failure. This was not due to the assassins' lack of effort or professionalism, but rather because Bersalia was proficient in poisons and witchcraft curses, and remained vigilant and wary of everyone around her.

Like a vibrant rose, it naturally has sharp thorns.

The assassination was finally successful; the enemy used a rather unconventional method.

After careful calculation and planning, they secretly hollowed out the interior of the timber in the shipyard, then stuffed it with treated incendiary and explosive materials, and finally rented the completed ship to the Dark Elf Royal Court.

The ship carrying the Rose Queen was set on fire and exploded by assassins on board when it sailed to the waters near Salt Island.

Berthalia was severely injured in the sudden explosion. She killed the assassins who attacked her in the fire, only to find that the ship beneath her was rapidly breaking apart and sinking, and she had no chance to swim to land to seek medical treatment.

In the final moments of her life, she meticulously prepared her master bedroom and ingested a special corpse-dissolving poison.

This special poison from the rainforest peninsula can imprison the soul within the corpse after death, preventing it from returning to the River Styx.

If anyone dives into the shipwreck in an attempt to confirm her death, they will be infected and controlled by the poison trap in the bedroom, and eventually have her body taken away to perform a lich transformation ritual.

Bersalia has made up her mind to become a lich. Even if it means losing the joys and sorrows of being alive, she will seek revenge against the Lightbringer and the three noble families who plotted to assassinate her!
She slowly opened her eyes.

The first feeling after becoming a lich is cold, very cold.

It's like the kind of cold you feel when your clothes have been stripped off and you're shivering in the fierce sea wind.

My second feeling was hunger, very hunger.

Like a sleeping princess who has been asleep for a thousand years, her body urgently needs to replenish a lot of nutrients after awakening. However, as an undead creature, the lich does not need to eat. This feeling of hunger should just be the soul's thirst for magic.

The third feeling was that it was strange, very strange.

Since corpses have no eyes, liches cannot see the outside world. They must use their magic to construct a magical model of "undead vision" immediately after their resurrection and then fix it in their soul.

This spell cannot distinguish colors in light, so the lich's vision is only black and white. The soul fire of intelligent life, however, is always red or even gold to them... Hmm?

Lying on the deck, Berthalia gazed at the clear blue sky and uttered her first words since her resurrection:

"really weird."

“There’s nothing strange about it.” Ellina tossed her a robe. “Get up and put it on.” Bersalia stood up and draped the robe over herself.

She had deep black, wavy, curly hair and rose-red irises. She also had pointed ears, but her figure was noticeably more voluptuous than Ellina's, and her skin was a caramel-chocolate color, exuding a certain alluring and seductive aura.

"I was supposed to be dead," Bersalia said to Ellina, clutching her chest as if she were being aggrieved. "How did I suddenly come back to life? And this place has gotten bigger... Ellina, do you know what happened?"

Ellina didn't speak, but silently looked at Renn, her eyes growing increasingly contemptuous and cold.

Of course, Raine would never admit that when he performed the Body Revitalization Spell, he slightly lengthened Ellina's legs and slightly increased Bersalia's fat, according to his own aesthetic sense and taste, so as to make their original advantages more prominent.

“Let me tell you,” he said, skipping over Bersalia’s questions about her figure and stating succinctly, “This is a world a thousand years in the future. The brutal and evil White Walkers have returned, intending to drag the world back into the corrupt embrace of the Old Gods.”

"Besalia, you are an ancient heroine who fought against the White Walkers a thousand years ago. The world needs you to raise your sword once more. Offer me your strength and knowledge!"

Bersalia stared at him blankly, then suddenly burst out laughing:
"That's too much trouble, I don't want to."

“You have no right to refuse,” Raine said arrogantly. “As an ancient hero I resurrected, serving me is a mission you cannot shirk.”

Berthalia's face darkened. She realized that her soul was indeed a dead soul, but it had been forcibly imprisoned in a living body by some extremely complex necromancy.

Moreover, the surface of the undead is covered with a vast number of runes and spells, all to ensure that they cannot do anything against the will of the necromancer.

Ellina looked at her "old friend" indifferently, as if trying to find any signs of frustration or despair on her face.

“Alright.” Bersalia smiled sweetly after confirming. “Since you resurrected me, then helping you is my way of repaying your kindness. What should we do next?”

lie.

Based on Ellina's understanding of Bersalia, she was definitely not the type to "repay kindness." The reason she displayed such a submissive and obedient demeanor was simply because she realized she was trapped like a caged bird, and was trying to lull Rein into a false sense of security.

Of course, Ellina didn't mean to remind Renn.

“The rainforest peninsula is about to enter the rainy season,” Raine said in a deep voice. “The raging river will soon rise to the point of overflowing and ravaging, which will effectively slow down the White Walker invasion.”

"Once the rainy season is over, Dragon Peak City on the front lines of the battlefield will inevitably fall. At that time, we need to make sufficient preparations during the current rainy season to organize the lizardman refugees in the city and move them from the mountains to Dragon Plain City in the north."

"Are you planning to use my identity to request reinforcements and supplies from the Dark Elf Royal Court?" Bersalia twirled a strand of hair with her finger, a nonchalant expression on her face. "Sure. But I'm an old woman who's been dead for over a thousand years. I don't know if the rulers of the kingdom will even consider my opinion now."

“The Dark Elf Kingdom no longer exists,” Ellina suddenly said. “Seven hundred years ago, the Rose Dynasty you founded was completely destroyed. The last queen was assassinated and died without an heir. In the absence of a legitimate successor, the government was handled by a high-ranking noble appointed by the Court of Light.”

"To this day, the Dark Elves have become accustomed to the rule of a divine kingdom without a real monarch. After each regent dies, the Light House is responsible for conducting a lottery ceremony, allowing the Red God to choose the next regent. Power is no longer passed down through the bloodline of the Rose Family, but has become like bread and salt distributed by the Light House."

For a fleeting moment, whether it was Renn, Ellina, or Dia, they all saw a flash of rage and hatred on Bersalia's face.

But her emotional control was truly remarkable; almost immediately, she flashed a bright smile again, her eyes crinkling as she said:
"Oh dear, what should we do?"

(End of this chapter)