When dawn arrived as scheduled, the maids in the Palace of Yilan were already busy. Today, it is the day that Edel went to Anglia.
When the bells of Francis Cathedral rang nineteen times, music came from the Hall of Ilan. The transparent blue glass windows showed dazzling light, and each crystal lamp was lit with orchid candles. The palace shone like a dream.
Edel was supported by the maid to the bathroom, and took a full hour's rose bath, which made the haggard her look so energetic, the fragrance overflowed, and she was intoxicated.
After that, the maids took off the wedding dress from the crystal hanger. The four stood and the four knelt, and put on a snow-white dress for her. The pure gold necklace is inlaid with Wall pearls from the deep sea, which is extremely noble.
The mother combed her long blonde hair and smiled, "Princess, you are so beautiful. Today, the carriage will pass through the block, and many subjects will send you off, so you must be happy. Don't worry, Ferrod is already Allow me to accompany you to Anglia. No matter what you encounter, the mother will be by your side."
When she heard this, she finally smiled, "It's great, with the mother, Idell won't feel lonely anymore."
"Yes, princess. So you don't have to be too sad, just take care of your body."
"Oh, I see."
After some dressing and dressing, she was smeared with blushing rouge on her lips, and her long, pure golden hair was flowing from her shoulders like waves, lining her in the dazzling light.
The door of the Yilan Temple opened slowly, and the dressed princess stood on the high steps, staring at the courtiers below. In the carnival, a roll of red blanket was spread down the steps and rolled down to the golden carriage. She wore a long white dress and slowly descended the spiral staircase.
Ferrod stood beside her, wearing a blue robe, and the scepter in his hand was shining with incomparable brilliance.
He took his sister by the hand to the carriage, and handed the blue crystal bottle to Idal. The bottle was filled with the pure elven blood of Idère. Every royal daughter would have her wrist cut by a priest at birth, drip the blood into the crystal bottle, and then seal it in the secret pavilion of the Boguria Temple. After the princess gets married, he can take it out, and the princess will hand it over to her husband in person to show her loyalty.
Ferrod kissed Edel’s forehead and smiled, “My favorite sister, I wish you a happy and peaceful life. You are so kind, and the gods will bless you. After you arrive in Anglia, you must take good care of yourself. Be naughty like a child again, and write to brother at any time. Brother will miss you."
She said softly, "Thank you brother for arranging this marriage and these priceless dowries for my sister. Goodbye..."
He let go of his sister's hand, "Farewell, Edel."
Before Idal got on the carriage, the band played music, and the vigorous music reverberated across the sky. The priest read the "Lammani Sutra" to show his prayers and blessings to the princess.
Commander Ze, in a military uniform, helped the princess onto the carriage. At the moment of turning, her gloved hand gripped his arm tightly, her nails almost penetrated the sleeves and pinched into his flesh, tears poured from her throat. Into it, hot and bitter.
His face changed slightly, and finally he was speechless and nodded. He said softly, "Idale, wait for me..." Then, he left the carriage and turned on his horse to show the convoy set off.
In the pure gold carriage, the thick velvet curtains blocked the light, and it appeared dim and moist. The nineteen-year-old girl's face was as pale as snow.
"Ze." She sighed softly and secretly talked about opening the curtain of the carriage, and saw the blue armor fading away outside the curtain.
Gorgeous and huge convoys pass through the bustling neighborhoods of Boguria, where there are crowds of people, and the continuous ringing of bells echoes in the sky. Countless roses were sprinkled from high places and danced in the wind, accompanied by the roar of salutes and cheers all over the city.
From beginning to end, her face was expressionless, like a puppet at the mercy of others. She wringed her fingers, trembling all over, trying not to let herself cry on such a festive and joyous day. Even if she was acting, she would never show her grief in front of anyone. After a daze of thoughts, the carriage was far away from the first noise of the block and galloped towards Angelia. At this time, Xiao Mu, who had been in the immortal boat for five days, really couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted, "Hey, where are we going? Are we going to save people? It's been five days, and there is nothing. Quiet and quiet. Ou Shiying, you want to die me in a hurry. Do you know, my feeling now is that the life of your Menghua dynasty is too boring."
The young earl obviously had a temperament that a noble family had, and his clothes fluttered gently in the wind, his expression was like the snow on the top of a mountain, so cold and inaccessible.
"Young Master Xiao, please don't worry, Princess Danfeier has already transmitted images of the people we rescued into it through the spirit mirror, you see!"
Xiao Mu took Lingjing and was stunned. "Wow, this girl is so beautiful! Why is she wearing a wedding dress and marrying someone? Also, is she the one we are going to save?"
"Yes. She is on the way to Anglia. We want to catch up with her as soon as possible to prevent her from having any accidents."
As he said, Count Ou Shiying put away the spiritual mirror and swiped his right hand across the air. The fairy ship's flying speed quickly became faster, passing through the clouds of the sky.
After the Dragon Scale God noticed the whereabouts of Xiao Mu and the others, he slashed his evil sword from the underworld into the sky. Suddenly, an evil sword with a devilish nature was firmly embedded in the sky, and the magic gradually spread, disrupting all order in the sky.
Thunder rumbling, lightning slashing, and heavy rain. The exquisite fairy ship seemed to be traveling on the surface of the violent waves, crumbling, unable to recognize the direction.
Count Ou Shiying raised his true power and controlled the immortal boat with all his strength, but after a flash of lightning severely struck the immortal boat into two pieces, the four of them fell from a height of several thousand feet and fell into the Nebo River.
After drifting along the turbulent river, the four of them finally climbed to the shore with difficulty. Seeing a pile of fragments of the fairy ship, Ou Shiying said helplessly, "The fairy ship is damaged. It will take at least a month to repair it."
Yi Ge couldn't believe this fact for a while, "What? One month? Earl, don't you have mana? Repair a ship, it should be fine."
O Shiying owed her body, "This, my mana has not reached that level. Before meeting you, I led the heavenly soldiers to fight against the dragon scale god, consuming a lot of mana, and this will go to Anglia with you, so The skill has not been fully recovered. I think we can only use the spirit mirror to ask the princess for help."
Xiao Mu and Yi Ge replied in unison, "Okay, then you can use the spirit mirror to get in touch with the princess."
Afterwards, the earl took out a gold-inlaid spiritual mirror. The seemingly ordinary mirror was a sacred object of the gods. It could get in touch with people thousands of miles away through magic power. Saw his index finger lightly tapped the mirror body of the spirit mirror, and Princess Danfield's figure was immediately reflected in the mirror.
He calmly said to the princess in the mirror, "Princess, our fairy ship was destroyed by the dragon scale god's evil sword. You should give us the spirit sword, and we must catch up with Orisis as soon as possible."
"Okay, then I will get the spirit sword immediately."
The princess was holding a black and white sword, condensing her divine power, floating the sword in the air, chanting divine words in her mouth, and with a wave of her right hand, the sword leaped through the clouds, and after a ray of light penetrated the sky, it fell quickly. , The sword fell into the earl's hands.
Xiao Mu couldn't help exclaiming, "Handsome! Man, you have become one of the protagonists of my new script. Haha."
The earl looked serious, "Hurry up and stand on the sword, and we will walk with the sword."
"Okay, Xueying, go up first. Xiao Mu and I will protect you."
Xue Yinggui smiled, "Come on, just take care of yourself."
The spirit sword leapt into the sky, carrying four people soaring like blue birds.
On the land of Anglia floats the long spring rain, hazy and faintly brushing on the face. However, the rain looked as bright as blood from a distance, splashing all over the earth. Life and death and sorrow and glory seemed to intersect at that moment, making people feel like a dream.
In the darkness, the rain of blood was still underground silently, with a precipitous chill, cold and dark, as if there were countless uneasiness hidden. The black earth was full of raindrops and looked so wet and fertile. At this moment, on the black fertile soil, clusters of blood-red flowers burst out of the soil, blooming very coquettishly.
Angelia is a tribe of evil spirits under the jurisdiction of the Dragon Scale God. There is no distinction between good and evil and yin and yang, and everything is full of evil aura. Even the rain was blood-red, like an invisible evil spirit of hell floating in the sky, overlooking this evil city.
The roof of the Royal Palace of San Gera in Anglia is several feet high, and light can never shine through. They only like to drift in the cold darkness. The darkness is their best comfort. Such unbounded cognition makes their nature cold and merciless.
The deepest part of the palace, Fengluan Hall, was fragrant, and the red lanterns vented nowhere in the hall, as if people were in a sea of blood.
The shadow of a woman in Sinnos seemed to protrude from the sky, with a certain pressure. Behind the purple barrier, the concubine Sinnos in her nightgown lay reclining on the coldly built couch, lazily asking the man outside the barrier, "Manager Zhao, the disciples of Jingwutang should listen to you, right? ?"
The manager wearing an official hat patted his sleeves and replied loudly, "Yes, apart from their loyalty to Prince Ingmu, the most obedient person is the official."
The coquettish woman sneered, looked thoughtfully at the black peony blowing in the breeze outside the court, and suddenly raised her finger, motioning the manager to approach and speak.
The steward bent down and listened respectfully.
There was a sharp expression in her eyes, and her voice was soft and cold, "Manager Zhao, you send a few powerful disciples from Jingwutang to intercept Idale who is coming to Anglia, and escort her and the escort named Ze. Kill me all. I will never let that woman set foot on Anjulia's land. As long as I see the heads of both of them, I will definitely promote Mr. Zhao to be in charge of you."
The general manager owed him and said, "It is a great honor to serve you. You can rest assured, I will go to Jingwutang to give orders tonight, let them set off tomorrow, and do it for you. But you are not afraid of doing this. Was it severely punished by the Dragon Scale God?"