CH : 234 Frost Elf Kingdom And It's Queen

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When the substantive spell runes sank into my spiritual sea, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the center of the originally peaceful spiritual sea, and a massive amount of spiritual power was poured into the whirlpool, undergoing purification.

Not only the mental power but also the massive amount of magic power in my huge dragon body began to be crazily compressed and purified, driven by the breakthrough in level.

Compared with the mental power that had already transformed once due to the advancement of the Dark Demon Eye, the transformation of the magic power was much greater.

One day later, I slowly opened my red dragon eyes.

Feeling the powerful magic power, now several times purer in my body, I smiled slightly.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, a massive amount of magical aura surged around me, and in an instant, more than twenty lifelike water dragons were condensed.

The energy contained in each sixth-tier water dragon was several times more powerful than before being promoted to a master-level spellcaster.

The number of water dragons condensed at one time had also increased by six.

"This is not a sixth-tier spell. It's probably no problem to say it's a weak eighth-tier spell."

Looking at the twenty-odd water dragons flying high in the sky, I sighed with emotion.

A legendary strong man with a weak physical body would probably not dare to underestimate these water dragons.

After experimenting with the changes in spell power, I looked at my current panel.

[Biological Order: 18th Low; Low-Level Mage Level 15] (Body Length: 63.9m)

In addition to the mage level that had just broken through, the biological order had also broken through from the 17th to the 18th order in the previous month.

"Now my strength should not be weaker than the first-level legendary black dragon, right?" I thought to myself. At mid-level seventeenth order, I was able to kill the legendary first-level black water crab. Now, at elementary order eighteenth, coupled with the breakthrough of the caster level, the improvement of spell proficiency, and the alienation talent [Black Water]'s birth, the [Eye of the Dark Demon] level was raised to pseudo-third level.

Being as powerful as the legendary black dragon was not because I felt good about myself, but because of my improvement in all the above aspects.

And for a creature that had just entered the 18th order, my strength being comparable to the legendary black dragon at the first level was quite explosive. One must know that there is a gap between a legendary transformation of the essence of life and a small level.

When I am truly promoted to Legend, it is estimated that my starting strength will probably reach the third level of Legend.

"However, although my strength has improved rapidly, it still cannot occupy enough space in the Tal plane," I pondered.

Over the past year, the Crimson Nest had used the eastern territory of the continent as its base and launched a fierce attack on the northern part of the continent.

The strongest forces occupying the northern part of the continent—the Frost Elf Kingdom, the Frost Giant Kingdom, and the Barbarian Kingdom—were defeated by the four legendary dragons of the Crimson Nest and dozens of pseudo-legendary dragons in their prime to extremely old age.

They were pressed into the ground.

Midway, although the frost elves, frost giants, and barbarians also asked for help from the Pan-Continent Race Alliance, those legendary strongmen did not dare to show up at all, considering the covetous Crimson Mother, for fear that they would be destroyed by the huge dark red dragon that shattered the space as soon as they showed up—grabbed with its claws and crushed.

In the end, after wrangling for a long time, the Pan-Continent Alliance only sent some strong men with pseudo-legendary combat power and high-level spellcasters to support them and assist the frost elves in their retreat.

Yes, retreat.

In a situation where there was no strong person who could check and balance the Crimson Mother, who might come to the Tal plane at any time, wherever the Crimson Nest's Dragon Nest army attacked, the forces there would either surrender or retreat.

Staying and resisting was nothing but self-destruction and suicide.

This retreat tactic seemed to be nothing more than delaying destruction, but it was also the only way to deal with the current Pan-Continent Race Alliance.

Because Metallic Dragon Island did not intend to get involved in this war at all this time, no matter how hard the strong men of all races persuaded them, it was useless—even if some of them had good friendships with the strong metallic dragons on Metallic Dragon Island.

Fortunately, although they did not get good news from Metallic Dragon Island, the Crimson Nest did not push them too hard. Every time they invaded the next territory, the Dragon Nest army would rest and digest, and this also gave the top leaders of the Pan-Continent Race Alliance a glimmer of hope.

After all, if they could delay it for enough time, they could hope to find a way to make a comeback, even if this hope was slim.

"The Crimson Nest's constant encroachment has made the Black Wing Nest gradually attract the attention of the Pan-Continent Race Alliance," I thought.

This reason was also easy to think of. Originally, the territory of the continent was divided and occupied by various races, but now the Crimson Nest had occupied the eastern and northern parts of the continent, and its area of control had reached one-third of the total area of the continent.

Under this situation, the creatures that originally lived in the east and north had no choice but to migrate to other areas unless they wanted to be ruled by evil dragons. This caused a large number of creatures to gather in the central part of the continent, and since the resources and land were insufficient, naturally, the "empty" southern part of the continent became a target for the Pan-Continental Race Alliance.

As the strongest force in the southern part of the continent, the Black Wing Nest was inevitably targeted.

In recent months, the Albit Kingdom had been destroyed by the sahuagin clan led by Babakar. After the sahuagin mysteriously disappeared and retreated, members of the Bradley royal family, headed by Ivan, secretly came back to gather forces in the ruined kingdom territory. From the looks of it, he probably planned to revive the kingdom.

According to the reports of Black Wing Lair's spies, the Bradley royal family had brought back many strange strong men, including barbarian warriors.

Just as I was thinking about clarifying the current situation on the mainland and how to deal with it, Sophia walked in and whispered,

"Master, the Great Elder of the Emerald Forest, Mara, and the Frost Elf Queen are asking for an audience."

I came back to my senses and looked a little strange after hearing this.

"Are they the frost elves who were driven out by the Crimson Nest in the northern part of the continent?"

"Yes." Sophia nodded.

"Interesting." I smiled. I wanted to see what happened to the two elves.

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In the magnificent Castle Black hall,

Mara, the Great Elder of the Emerald Forest, was chatting with a tall female frost elf with frost-blue hair.

This frost elf wore a dark blue crown and had a natural kingly demeanor in her movements.

The space fluctuated, and the huge black dragon suddenly appeared on the throne above the hall, overlooking the two people below.

The Frost Elf Queen immediately sensed the arrival of the Black Dragon Lord. She raised her head and looked upward. After seeing the Black Dragon Lord's exaggerated dragon body, Baolan's pupils shrank slightly, and she subconsciously touched the patterned ring on her finger but responded quickly and endured.

"Mara, and?" I looked at the Frost Elf Queen.

The Frost Elf Queen responded swiftly, her voice smooth as ice yet laced with quiet authority. A faint, knowing smile graced her lips as she spoke, "Denise Baolan Forest, Queen of the Northern Frost Elf Kingdom, greets the Black Dragon King."

I gave a slight nod, feeling the immense power radiating from her. There was no doubt—she was a legendary force, a being who had ascended beyond mortal constraints. But more than that, her beauty was divine, the very embodiment of a queen whose presence commanded both reverence and desire.

She stood like a goddess sculpted from the purest frost, breathtaking and untouchable. Her long, flowing blue hair cascaded down her waist, shimmering with a frozen luster, each strand catching the dim light like spun ice. Soft bangs barely brushed against her crimson eyes—eyes that burned with both the wisdom of a ruler and the allure of a seductress. A lone, teasing ahoge curled atop her head, a playful contrast to her regal air.

Her pointed elven ears peeked through the silken strands of her hair, a reminder of her lineage—ancient, noble, and powerful. Her skin was as white as freshly fallen snow, smooth and flawless, carrying an ethereal glow that seemed almost otherworldly.

And then there was her body—a masterpiece of temptation and power. Tall, statuesque, and impossibly curvaceous, she was built to make men weak and kingdoms fall. Her massive, impossibly full breasts pushed against the fine silk of her gown, the sheer fabric struggling to contain their decadent weight. She had no shame in flaunting them, no hesitation in using her body as a weapon of both distraction and dominance. By any measure—fantasy or reality—they challenge even the legendary J-cups of Japan.

The gown she wore was crafted of the finest royal purple silk, clinging to her curves like a lover's touch. The deep neckline was a deliberate tease, revealing glimpses of her soft, snowy flesh, while the high slit along her thigh allowed stolen glances of her long, sinfully smooth legs. Every movement she made was a tantalizing balance of grace and seduction, a reminder that she was not merely a queen—she was a vision of lust and power incarnate.

Atop her head sat a crown of sapphire and silver, its crystalline brilliance only amplifying her cold, commanding beauty. She carried herself with effortless elegance, every step an unspoken promise, every glance a challenge.

She was Denise Baolan Forest, the Frost Elf Queen—majestic, untouchable, and dangerously irresistible.

But I wasn't some insatiable beast ruled entirely by desire—at least, not all the time. I knew when to leash my hunger, to rein in the fire that burned beneath my skin. And so, with sheer will, I kept my lust in check… for now.

Mara, the Great Elder of the Emerald Forest at the side, also responded politely and then got straight to the point.

"Your Majesty, I came to see you this time firstly about some matters related to the trade between the Emerald Forest and the Black Wing Nest. Secondly, Her Majesty Denise also requested me, saying that she wanted to see you and discuss something with you. It's a matter of urgency," Mara said with a smile and a humble tone.

"You can discuss trade matters with Sophia. There is no need to report to the king." I glanced at Mara and said indifferently.

I also knew that this was just Mara's excuse, and the main issue was about the Frost Elf beauty.

Mara, who had reached the bottom of the stairs, nodded politely and then walked outside with Sophia to discuss the changes in trade matters.

Although the trade issue was just an excuse, the process still needed to be followed.

In the hall, only the Black Dragon Lord sitting high on the throne and the Frost Elf Queen below were left.

Both had quite strong auras.

However, the Frost Elf Queen, Denise, quickly lowered her head and said humbly,

"Rumors speak of the Black Dragon King of Black Wing Nest—an unstoppable force, a ruler so mighty that none dare challenge him. I once dismissed such tales, believing that the vast mainland held many who could rival his power. But now, standing before him, I see the truth with my own eyes… It was not the world that was mistaken—it was me. My vision was far too narrow to grasp the magnitude of his strength."

I have to say that compliments from a queen like Denise are indeed quite comforting.

It feels good, but I won't be in a state of despair.

The legendary Elf Queen in front of me is a powerful person who cooperates with the Frost Giant King to hunt the legendary white dragon.

My strength is probably about the same as that of the legendary white dragon, and I'm only too strong, so I am quite wary of Denise.

"There is no need for excessive formality," I said, my voice smooth and composed, carrying the weight of authority without harshness. "Courtesy is always welcome, especially from someone as strong and as breathtaking as Queen Denise. But I value sincerity over empty pleasantries. Please, speak your mind freely."

Denise's expression faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of surprise crossing her flawless features. It had been an eternity since she last offered genuine praise, and never before had she been met with anything less than gratitude—or outright awe—for doing so. To be subtly dismissed, even if indirectly, was an unfamiliar sensation.

Yet, she was no fool. She understood that her compliment had been returned in kind, and a knowing smile, tinged with a hint of sultry amusement, curled upon her lips.

After all, she had come to seek the favor of a dragon.

With effortless grace, Denise quickly composed herself. Her hands moved delicately to her chest, pressing together as if in thought—though in truth, the motion only served to accentuate her ample, gravity-defying curves, straining against the confines of her gown with each breath she took. Her crimson eyes gleamed like molten rubies as she gazed upon the Black Dragon King.

"Your Majesty," she began, her voice laced with a honeyed mix of urgency and allure, "you are already aware that the Crimson Nest is ravaging the continent. Their conquest has swept through the north like a storm, leaving devastation in its wake. Millions have lost their homes, and now, my kingdom—my people—stand at the brink. The Frost Elf Kingdom I command—"

After all these words, it means that the Frost Elf Kingdom will take root in the southern part of the continent. As the Frost Elf Queen, Denise came to see the Black Dragon Lord in order to avoid conflicts. While testing her tone, she also called.

Before meeting the Black Dragon Lord, Denise just wanted to say hello. After all, she did not think that she would be weaker than the Black Dragon Lord. Denise put herself on the same level as the Black Dragon Lord's status.

But after seeing the Black Dragon Lord with her own eyes, her mind changed.

Whether it can take root now depends on whether the Black Dragon Lord agrees or not.

If the Black Dragon Lord disagrees, then Denise can only grit her teeth and lead the frost elves to migrate to other places.

After all, she was not willing to survive under the hostility of such a powerful dragon lord that made her feel hopeless, even if the dragon lord was neutral. After all, Denise's hands were stained with the blood of the other party's race. Even if there was no emotion between the Chromatic dragons, she had to be careful.

Unconsciously, I once again used my size to scare a strong opponent.

After learning about the situation, I smiled carelessly and said, "The Black Wing Lair welcomes the arrival of the Frost Elves."

These words carried my intent clearly, subtly shifting the balance of our exchange. Denise felt a wave of relief wash over her, the tension in her sultry posture easing as if unconsciously reassured. Yet, without even realizing it, she still leaned forward ever so slightly—a silent, instinctive gesture, her body moving on its own, drawn by a deeper understanding of the lustful nature of dragons.

It was a calculated temptation veiled in subconscious allure, a silent gamble for influence. Even as she composed herself, her mind worked in secret, weighing the advantage that such desires might afford her in this negotiation.

'It is indeed a neutral mutant dragon.'

After the two briefly chatted for a while, the Frost Elf Queen resigned.

I watched the Frost Elf Queen depart, my gaze lingering on the mesmerizing sway of her broad, perfectly sculpted hips, the rhythmic stride of her long, shapely legs, and the enticing curves of her thick thighs accentuated by the elegant height of her heels. There was an effortless grace in her every step, a tantalizing display of power and allure woven together.

Licking my lips, I murmured to myself, my voice laced with intrigue,

"Bloodlight Dragon Hunting Crossbow?"

According to the information collected by the spies of Blackwing Lair, the legendary equipment 'Bloodlight Dragon Hunting Crossbow' used to kill the legendary white dragon was taken out by the Frost Elf Queen.

As for the Frost Elf Queen killing the legendary white dragon, what do I think?

Sorry, I didn't feel the slightest bit.

There are so many dead dragons. Is it possible that for every dead dragon, I have to make an enemy?

Even the Dragon Gods are not so free.

The theme of Star Realms is the law of the jungle and bloody war.

As long as the Frost Elf Queen does not harm the interests of the Black Wing Lair and does not kill the dragon of the Black Wing Lair, I will naturally not have any hatred towards her and can just treat her more closely.

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A few days later, Blackwing Nest spies came to report the news. The Frost Elves migrated to a deserted snowy mountain hundreds of miles away from the southern territory of the Dark Forest and took root there.

Compared with the elves in the Emerald Forest, the population and strength of the Frost Elves are more powerful and prosperous.

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