Chapter 562 The Maiden of Plantagenet The Purple Viburnum of the North
Mordred sat on the crow chair for a long time without moving. Although the black mist still shrouded his silhouette, it could not hide his sharp eyes.
He stared at the silvery white light on the map.
"The light that nourishes the gorse." Mei Qiang's chuckle came from the ruby chair, with a bit of lazy teasing, "Commander, do you still think I am making a big show of it?"< br/>
While speaking, the silvery-white brilliance brightened a little more, and the petals of the gorse flower expanded outward by an inch. The edge that was originally in a stalemate with the blood rose actually forced the dark red petals back a little.
"Meiqiang, are you sure it's her?" Mordred finally spoke, his voice deeper than before, with unique caution:
"Plantagenet is an ancient dynasty that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and she is just a girl who has just turned eighteen years old. It is said that her light can nourish Plantagenet."
"Would the commander-in-chief rather believe that the magic spell of the chief of the empire was wrong than believe that "I" can change an ancient dynasty? "Mei Qiang was not in a hurry to explain, but asked instead.
The originally charming lady's voice turned into a crisp girl's voice, as if she was coquettishly speaking.
The next moment, the light flowed on the ruby chair, and finally the light focused on her face.
The face that was originally hazy in the darkness gradually became clear and changed.
First, a head of blond hair as bright as the sun poured out from under the robe, and when it fell on her shoulders, it was still glowing with a faint golden light.
Then there are cheeks as white as jade, eyebrows are slender and curved, and the pupils are pure sapphire color, as clear as lake water, with a pale golden halo around the edges of the pupils, showing the unique agility and purity of a girl.
The figure in the black mist shook slightly, and Mordred fell into silence again.
Hence Mei Qiang's "acting like a spoiled child", he had no trouble at all.
Mordred is very aware of the chief mage's methods. Everything revealed is superficial, and there is a cold calculation behind it.
As for the girlish appearance that Mei Qiang transformed into.
He has seen too many faces of Mei Qiang, and every change has been flawless, so now he is not surprised to see her turn into what he calls "a girl who has just turned eighteen."
Mordred does not trust Mei Qiang.
But he had to admit that Mei Qiang, who had been the chief mage of the empire when he was born, did possess powerful spells that no one could question.
Who is the most powerful mage in this plane? He couldn't give an answer.
But if you ask who is the most powerful prophecy and illusion mage on the plane, Mordred can be sure that it must be Mei Qiang.
"This Nolan French Fighting Competition will be held as you wish." After a long time, Mordred finally relented, with an unquestionable determination in his tone: "But my people must also be included in the hands of those who take action."
“The Commander-in-Chief is still so cautious.” Mei Qiang chuckled.
"You summoned Ellie from the Warwick family?" Mordred asked again.
"Although this Nolan Fighting Competition is just a cover, the real purpose is to use the opportunity of the Fighting Competition to allow the empire's mages to sneak into Ryuge County among the imperial teams and get close to the light of the Plantagenet." Mei Qiang said with a sweet smile.
"However, with the temper of the people of the Empire, how can they accept the defeat of the Empire's mages in the magic fighting competition? The whole play needs to be performed, and it just so happens that the Empire's young mages can sweep across the continent and show off the empire's skills." Mei Qiang's posture is delicate and charming, but her words are filled with the pride and iron-bloodedness unique to the Empire.
"I can rest assured that you are doing the work." There was no emotion in Mordred's tone, but the figure in the black mist had begun to flicker.
He never stayed long in the Iron Throne Hall, especially when she was alone with Rose.
Only the two of them were involved in the whole process, and the other giant, Du Adolphe, never appeared from the beginning to the end.
This is the current unique political system of the empire.
In a country with a triumvirate system, a decision can be implemented as long as two people agree.
After the words fell, the black fog suddenly shrank, and Mordred's figure instantly disappeared on the crow chair, leaving only a faint hint of coldness.
In the darkness, Mei Qiang's eyes were like dormant snakes, firmly locked on the suspended map.
To be precise, it is locked on the silvery-white light spot in the northern part of the Plantagenet Dynasty.
The charming smile when dealing with Mordred just now has faded and gradually turned cold.
She raised her hand and waved, and her figure and face lost the light and were covered in shadow again.
The detailed three-dimensional map became clearer and clearer in the darkness. At this moment, it really looked like a picture scroll woven by flowers.
On the scroll, the bloody roses and gorse occupy most of the Norland continent. Although the areas are different, they are still divided equally.
But there is still an area on the scroll that is barren, where neither the gorse nor the blood-colored roses have taken root. It is a pure white that is incompatible with blood and gold.
That is the north.
The desolate north.
At the edge of the pure white area, a ridge stretches across like a giant python.
That is the Everraya Mountains, the natural barrier to the north.
The silhouette of the mountains looks particularly ferocious on the map, with peaks and ridges staggering like canine teeth.
This mountain range completely isolates the North from the rest of the Norland continent.
The petals of the blood rose stopped abruptly when they reached the southern foot of the mountain range, and the gilded light of the gorse did not dare to cross the mountain range half a step.
As if this natural danger can really block all ambitions.
But is it really so?
Plantagenet adheres to the tradition of "lawful and non-aggressive", so it makes sense that it has never touched the northern border.
But the empire’s iron hooves have already traversed the entire plane, how could they turn a blind eye to the northern border that is so close at hand?
The desolation of the northern border is just a lack of plants, not a scarcity of resources.
In fact, it is completely the opposite. The resources in the north are abundant enough to support the establishment of more than ten new legions in the empire.
The Ervinraya Mountains can stop others, but they can never stop the iron hoofs of the Imperial Expeditionary Force.
The reason why the Empire has never launched an invasion into the North and refused to eat such a fat piece of meat is also very simple.
Mei Qiang narrowed her eyes slightly, like Mordred just now, staring at a certain place in the North on the map.
There is a very faint purple shimmer hidden there.
She raised her hand and drew a few lines in front of the map. The purple light suddenly brightened a little, and the outline of a curled bud emerged.
The bud as a whole is a deep dark purple, with a faint white sheen on the edges. The calyx is as transparent as ice crystals and is in a budding state at this moment.
Yes, on the Norland continent, besides the bloody rose and the gorse, there is a third flower.
Purple viburnum.
It does not have the aggressiveness and vitality of the blood rose, nor the holiness of the gorse. It is just in a budding state, with only one flower.
But just such a flower is enough to make Mei Qiang and the empire keep it secret.
Because this purple viburnum is the incarnation of a great existence.
"Anivia." Mei Qiang murmured softly, her fingertips hovering above the shadow of the purple viburnum, but she did not dare to touch it.
She once tried to pry into the secret of this flower, and finally paid a huge price.
At this moment, in addition to fear, Mei Qiang's eyes also flashed with a trace of slight surprise, and even a bit of uncertainty:
How could she feel that this purple viburnum flower, which had been sleeping for ten thousand years, seemed to have opened up an extremely small arc compared to the last time she observed it, and its lavender halo was also stronger than before.
It's like. It's like some force is awakening this sleeping existence?
(End of this chapter)