Chapter 146: Chapter 146: 146 Bloody (Part 1)_1

Translator: 549690339

As the first ray of dawn shines on Silver Moon City, a half-elf guard yawns his way to his post.

He rubbed his sleep-filled eyes, about to begin a day of work.

However, the next second, he was completely stunned.

His eyes bulging out, his throat making strange noises.

Soon, his whole body began to shudder violently.

“Hurgh”

He vomited all over the floor.

As if it was a signal, following him, vomiting, screaming, and cries of horror echo continuously atop the city.

“It’s terrible! It’s terrible! The Easterners are killing us again!”

The piercing alarm abruptly broke the quiet morning, plunging Silver Moon City instantly into an atmosphere of tension and stagnation.

Even during the last siege led by Viscount Auston, the city’s guards were not as panicked.

Because last time, there were not mountains of skulls beneath Silver Moon City——

Skulls of half-elves!

Just two days ago, the Dark Cavalry also charged out of the city, killing the Easterners outside the city, leaving mounds of corpses. The half-elf soldiers were asked to help clean up the battlefield.

The scene then was bloodier than it is now, but the half-elves were not particularly affected.

After all, the dead were the Easterners.

But now, it was the half-elves who died.

Their own kind.

The morning breeze carried a heavy smell of blood, like the wail of the Grim Reaper, making it impossible to breathe, breaking everyone’s courage.

The sobbing sound of the military horn was like a deep wail, gripping the hearts of each half-elf.

Just as the half-elf guards on the city’s walls lost their souls to the horrifying scene before them, the Easterners outside the city didn’t immediately attack. Instead, they sent out an envoy.

It was an old face, Viscount Auston.

To be honest, Viscount Auston really didn’t want to come to Silver Moon City again, as he had developed a certain psychological fear of it.

But Marquis Vincent had given the order, so he had no choice but to come.

Viscount Auston met Queen Isa on the city tower. She was gazing at the mounds of half-elf skulls piled up outside the city, lost in thought.

“Your Majesty, what you see now is a warning from Marquis Vincent himself. The Marquis came to Silver Moon City with hopes of peace, but unfortunately, you did not cherish his goodwill.

So, the Marquis is very angry!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

However, the Marquis also said that as long as you are willing to repent and correct your mistakes, his goodwill is still reserved for you.”

Queen Isa continued to stare out at the city, as if she didn’t hear Viscount Auston’s warning.

Viscount Auston thought the young queen was scared, looked at her with some disdain, and was about to speak again, when he heard her calmly say,

“Viscount Auston, do you know how to cultivate a gorgeous Blood Rose?”

“Blood Rose?” Viscount Auston was taken aback, obviously not expecting Queen Isa to suddenly raise such an irrelevant question.

He shook his head: “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I know nothing about gardening.”

Queen Isa suddenly turned around and smiled. Auston was stunned by her charm in that moment.

“To cultivate the finest Blood Rose, what is needed are fresh blood, and… skulls!”

Viscount Auston raised his brows, he suddenly felt that he could no longer understand this beautiful half-elf queen.

Just as he was unsure of how to respond to the queen’s words, Colin stepped forward and laughed, saying: “What the queen is saying is, you can scram!”

Viscount Auston’s face turned ashen, shouting angrily: “Viscount Angler, you despicable person! If it wasn’t for your trickery last time, do you think I’d lose to you? Just you wait, this time, the Marquis will…”

“Viscount Auston!” Queen Isa interrupted, “Indeed, you can scram!”

“Your Majesty! Don’t believe this Northerner’s poisonous words! He will just lead the Half-Elf Kingdom into the abyss of despair!”

Queen Isa turned her body and looked fiercely at Viscount Auston, and said: “Please tell Marquis Vincent, Half-Elves have our own choices! No one can make us surrender!”

Viscount Auston seemed to want to persuade further, but seeing Colin’s sharp eyes, he quickly gave a small bow and miserably retreated.

Colin, leaning against the city wall, took a deep breath of the heavily blood-scented air and sighed, “I’m sorry, for the sacrifice of so many of your kin.”

But Queen Isa shook her head: “You have nothing to fear, there are always sacrifices in war. Moreover, I think the Half-Elf Clan should be thanking you.”

“Oh? Why should they be thanking me?”

Colin was slightly puzzled, even though Isa was his bloodline, and even though she’d been brainwashed, she surely wouldn’t be brainlessly adoring him, right?

Queen Isa, bathed in the soft dawn light, was covered in a faint halo, giving her a mysterious and breathtaking beauty. She said in a low, authoritative voice:

“The Half-Elf Clan has lived too long under the wing of the Glorious Empire, and most of the clan have forgotten what the harsh reality of the world is.

They’ve also forgotten that no amount of money can buy peace, let alone respect.

They’ve forgotten even more so, that only the sword and blood can win us the right to live in this world!

So, the Half-Elves need this sacrifice.

Only the fresh blood and skulls of these brethren can make the Half-Elves see the true world, and awaken in them their forgotten ferocity!”

Colin suddenly turned his head, looking at the Half-Elf Queen standing beside him.

The morning light outlined her incredibly beautiful side profile, but in Colin’s eyes, she exuded a strong determination.

“I recall, isn’t the emblem of your Miller family the Thistle?”

“Yes, the Blood-Stained Thistle.” Queen Isa also turned her head, looking into the man’s eyes, she slowly stated the motto of the Miller family:

“Only blood-stained thistles can halt the enemy’s advance!”

Colin was staring into Queen Isa’s deep blue eyes and suddenly smiled.

His smile was filled with undisguised admiration.

“At last, I can confidently say now, you are the queen that the Half-Elf Clan has been longing for!”

Queen Isa laughed as well, then suddenly asked a rather probing question: “Aren’t you worried that a Half-Elf Kingdom, once awakened, might escape your control?”

Colin broke into hearty laughter immediately: “Control? No, no, no! Rather than a weak slave that I can control, I would prefer a powerful comrade I can work with!”

Queen Isa laughed too, her beautiful smile seemed to dissipate all the tension in the air.

She scooped up her skirt, curtsied, and humbly said to Colin : “Lord Angler, I vow to always be your most loyal subordinate, your most sincere partner!”

Colin, still laughing, helped Queen Isa up, leaned closer to her ear and whispered:

“Since you want to awaken the ferocity in your kin’s hearts, do you dare to join me in a big gamble?”

A blush swiftly rose to Queen Isa’s flawless cheek, she obediently nodded her head, looking excited and said:

“Of course!”