"Perhaps I should add one more sentence." A woman with a soft and moving voice also raised her head at this moment. She was the other person standing next to the king.
"The King of Rime, the Eternal Frost."
As the words fell, cold winds began to blow across the vast land spanning thousands of miles. Although it was not snowing, tiny ice flowers began to condense on the grass and leaves in the mountains.
The originally pitch-black mountains began to be covered with a layer of white rime and ice under the blowing of the permafrost wind.
These frozen frost flowers embellish everything within sight, gradually turning the world into a frozen pure white world, so beautiful yet so cold.
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The cold wind gradually blew from the east, and it never stopped blowing in the southern border of the empire.
Just when many nobles and commoners thought that the Pascal family had become extinct, the continuous roar of dragons once again resounded through the mountains.
Four powerful dragon riders, never seen before by the world, appeared in the sky. Riding giant black and red dragons, they slowly descended to the center of the southern border, the capital of Red Heart Province. After expelling and defeating the local garrison and governor, an unexpected girl appeared before everyone again.
Black spears were raised and crossed on both sides of the street, and then separated one by one to welcome the true master of the capital of the Southern Dragon Heart.
"Kneel down and repent for your past mistakes. Perhaps the blood of the noble and supreme red dragon will forgive your past mistakes."
Gersmi, dressed in formal attire, stood on the platform and shouted loudly, as if chanting. His resounding voice was like a hawk swooping across the land, reaching the ears of everyone in the city.
"Then swear once again to forever serve your true master, Lord Leodore's daughter, the sole heir of the Black-bottomed Red Dragon, the Dragon of Doom, the current Duke of Bastar, His Highness Shalanlotte!"
Accompanied by the dragon's roar that resounded through the sky, the girl with light pink hair climbed up step by step to the top of the platform and sat on the throne of the dragon's head.
The gorgeous dress she wore was clearly divided into black and red in the middle, and the sleeves and hem were also embellished with black and red decorations, which not only showed her beauty but also her agile and light figure.
The girl sitting on the throne was Lottie, who had been away from Loran Hill for more than a month, or should she be called Xialanlot Cang Pascal.
The sound of dragon roars continued, circling in the sky, and in the bustling city, the originally blood-red rose flag fell, and flags with black backgrounds and red dragons were raised again.
The black and red dragon of evil still roars in the wild.
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