Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 532: Calling a Deer a Horse, Powerful and Powerful

"This is, the Blood Dragon Tree?! This is taboo! All elves who plant dragon trees are considered blasphemous!"

When the newly appointed Elf Queen saw the towering blood-veined dragon tree growing in the private garden of the Grand Archon of the Royal Court, her expression changed. Originally, she did not dare to confirm it.

But when she saw the red-eyed green dragon that was less than ten meters long hovering in the treetops, she could no longer play dumb, because in this world, only the tree created by His Majesty the Dragon King could give birth to dragon spirits.

"Your Majesty, this is not Nagarjuna."

Even when she saw the new queen and discovered the blood-source blue dragon tree she had planted, Parvati, who was still the chief ruler, did not change her expression at all.

Since she dared to openly plant this dragon tree, which was considered a taboo by the elven gods, in the back garden, she was naturally confident. Even if she was discovered, no one dared to point fingers at her, including the newly appointed Queen.

The former queen is old and exhausted, so she has chosen to abdicate and pass the throne to the next queen selected by the royal family.

This is a very young king. She is less than two hundred years old, which is just an adult for the high elves. As for her personal strength, there is no need to say more. The only basis supporting her to ascend to the throne is her noble bloodline.

But this bloodline was useless in front of Parvati, who was born as a demigod.

Therefore, Amber, who came here as a queen, had no royal dignity at this moment. Instead, she looked more like an ignorant girl who had encountered something unspeakable and was therefore panicked.

"Not Nagarjuna? What is it?"

Amber questioned subconsciously.

The priests from the temple had already shown her the relevant taboos long ago, and she remembered very clearly what the Dragon King's creation that incurred the wrath of the gods looked like.

"The Iron Blood Ancient Tree is a variant of the War Ancient Tree. It loves to devour the flesh and blood of demons as nutrients."

Parvati made it up casually.

"A variant of the ancient war tree?"

Queen Amber was a little panicked when she saw the divine taboo in the Grand Consul's garden. But when she found out that the Grand Consul was lying with his eyes open and blatantly making up such ridiculous lies in front of her, Her Majesty the Queen was furious.

"Then what's up with this dragon spirit? Apart from the dragon tree created by His Majesty, no other tree can give birth to a dragon-shaped spirit."

"Your Majesty, you are mistaken. This is not a dragon spirit, but a pet dragon that I raise. Look how well-behaved it is. It's just that its appearance may have caused you to have some unnecessary misunderstandings."

Seeing the queen in front of her whose expression changed from surprise to anger, Parvati found it funny. She gently raised her palm, and the dragon spirit hovering among the treetops swam out from between the trees very docilely and obediently, poked out its head and rubbed her palm.

"This is exactly the same portrait that the temple priest showed me!"

The new king argued, unable to hide his anger.

"Your Majesty, you must have seen it wrong. This is just a similar little dragon. Your Majesty, you are too sensitive. There is no taboo here."

Parvati remained calm. Before the new king could continue speaking, she responded:

"If you don't believe what I said, you can invite all the priests in the temple to come and ask them to identify whether the ancient war tree I planted is taboo and whether I am blaspheming God."

"Okay, I'll go summon them right away!"

When she found out that her authority as a queen was not as great as she had imagined, especially when the Grand Archon, who seemed loyal and devoted to the royal court, did not treat her as a queen but as an ignorant girl, the rebelliousness and passion of a young elf suddenly surged in her heart.

Even though her mind told her that as a queen, labeling the Archon a blasphemer would be a self-destructive act that would do her every harm and no benefit, she still did it.

"Your Majesty, you are mistaken. This is not the taboo mentioned by the gods."

"This is indeed an ancient war tree, and it is also a very good variant."

"Your Highness the Regent is truly a pillar of the royal court, as he is able to cultivate such an ancient tree variant."

"From now on, we no longer need to worry about invasions from the abyss."

"Yes, I think we need to vigorously cultivate these mutant ancient trees."

However, when many priests serving the gods arrived, and in full view of everyone, a scene occurred that made the new Queen Amber feel despair.

Obviously, this was the forbidden dragon tree that was identical to the image passed down by the gods, but no priest present pointed it out. Instead, they all agreed that this was a variant of the ancient war tree cultivated by the Great Ruler.

What Amber found most ridiculous was that these priests knew that this ancient tree could grow by devouring the flesh and blood of demons just by seeing it for the first time.

But this is clearly the extraordinary characteristic of the forbidden object created by His Majesty the Dragon King. These elven priests clearly know it, but they all pretend not to know. They would rather betray their beliefs and submit to the blasphemer before them.

No, do these priests really have faith? Amber doubts this very much.

If they really have faith, why can they turn a blind eye to this blasphemous thing ordained by the gods in front of them, and dare to blatantly distort the facts.

Is this what a believer should do?

"Your Majesty, I have already said that you are mistaken. This is just a special ancient war tree."

Seeing the little queen who looked a little broken, Parvati couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, and spoke with a happy mood.

"No, I don't believe it. The Council knows it, they've seen it, and the royal family too..."

In the royal court, the group that should have been the most devout and fanatical in their belief in gods have all succumbed to the Grand Consul, but the newly appointed queen is still unwilling to face reality and places her hopes on the decision-making class and the royal family of the royal court.

But the result was naturally that the queen's heart fell into the abyss. Even though she was like a willful girl and forcefully summoned members of the Royal Court Council and royal legends, the final result was still not as she expected, but she slid into the abyss of despair that she least wanted to see.

"Your Majesty, you are mistaken." "This is the ancient war tree!"

At the queen's summons, or at the connivance of a certain great ruler, the elf nobles present either remained silent, or those who spoke were naturally practical men.

Even though the trunk and branches of that plant were covered in demonic blood veins, and between the treetops there was a blue dragon staring at them with red eyes, there were no other plants with such distinct features, let alone the same ones. However, all the elves were lying with their eyes open, trying to deceive the newly appointed queen.

"I understand!"

When everyone was blaming her and correcting her perception, the queen finally understood why the previous queen, who was still so young, claimed that she was old and wanted to pass the throne to her.

"I was wrong."

The rebellious girl had to lower her head, which she wanted to hold high, and chose to compromise. There were nearly a hundred elves in the audience, but not one of them stood by her, the nominal supreme ruler of the royal court. They all tended to side with the ruling rebel whose bloodline was not pure. No elf was on her side.

"Sorry to bother you."

Amber finally understood that the throne of the Queen in the Elf Royal Court was not as glorious and beautiful as she had imagined. It was just a stand with countless puppet strings hanging down.

The Elf Royal Court, or rather the half-elf blasphemer who was looking at her with a smile at this moment, needed a queen in the Elf Royal Court, so she was the queen.

If she didn't want to, then an elf would do it now, maybe a high elf legend from the royal family, and personally strip her of her royal robes, take off her crown, and beat her back to her original form.

"Your Majesty, you are the queen. It is my duty to respond to your call."

Facing the apology released by Her Majesty the Queen, every elven noble behaved impeccably, and each of them looked like a loyal and devoted subject. They looked exactly the same as when she ascended the throne and wore the crown.

That day, it seemed as if the world was at her feet, and everything moved according to her will. But now Amber despairingly discovered that everything was just a beautiful dream and an ignorant fantasy.
The world has never yielded to her, and she is just a beautiful puppet pushed to the front. As long as the half-elf in front of her needs her, she will be dressed up beautifully and put on the stage.

Once she is no longer needed, she will probably be thrown into some corner like a rag doll abandoned by a naughty child, and rot away in secret.

"Your Majesty, you have been too tired recently and need to rest for a while. My garden is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the royal court. You should rest well here with me."

Parvati, who had once again confirmed her ruling position and power in the royal court through Nagarjuna, was extremely satisfied. Then, this demigod, who had a faint smile on his face and looked very friendly, made arrangements for the queen's daily life without asking for her opinion.

"I do not need……"

Amber subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Her Majesty the Queen quickly realized that there was no room for her to refuse.

When the great ruler made the arrangements, no elf in the royal court dared to disobey her. At least on the surface, no elf dared to resist her.

Therefore, the Elf Queen, who was full of resistance both physically and mentally and unwilling to touch blasphemous things, was placed by Parvati in the back garden.

That’s right, the queen’s residence was located in a tree house in the garden, not even a palace.

Although the spiritual energy here is abundant and generous for any high elf, for a queen, such a standard is tantamount to an insult.

The Elf Queen Amber understood that this was a warning from the Grand Consul. The Grand Consul wanted her to recognize her place.

But Amber soon realized that the great governor not only wanted her to recognize her position, but also wanted her to see a more realistic picture.

After this day, a new arena that could connect to the abyss was actually built in the originally peaceful and harmonious Elf Capital.

The purpose of building this arena is to enhance the courage of the younger generation of elves, maintain the fighting ability of the elves, and prevent the royal court's military preparations from being relaxed due to long-term peace.

It makes sense and sounds like there is nothing wrong with it, although it is a bit excessive to let the elves who grew up in a comfortable environment directly fight against the demons summoned from the abyss.

But this is indeed in line with the original idea. Only a tragic defeat can let the elves know whether they are prepared enough for the war.

It seems to be an irrefutable reason, but Queen Amber, who was imprisoned in the back garden by the Grand Consul and could not even be a mascot, knew that the construction of the Demon Arena was not to maintain the combat effectiveness of the Elf King's army, but only to provide enough flesh and blood nutrients for the blasphemous thing above her head.

After all, it is an evil tree born in the abyss. Although it has divinity bestowed by a Dragon King himself, the evil aura cannot be erased.

Because of this, if you want such a magic tree to grow better, you must feed it a large amount of demon flesh and blood.

In the ordinary material world, where can we find so much demon flesh and blood to feed on? We have to find another way, but this will put many of our own kind in danger.

"Parvati, where do you want to guide the elves in the royal court?"

When she once again saw the piles of demon corpses buried at the roots of the forbidden tree in front of her, her innate kindness and a bit of innocence once again broke through the timidity and fear in her heart, causing Queen Amber to stand in front of Parvati and question her.

"Of course, we should lead them to the void and restore the glory of the former empire!"

Parvati answered without hesitation, and this time, even though Amber knew that the half-elf in front of her was a liar and didn't tell much truth, she believed that the blasphemer in front of her was serious.

"You want to lead the royal court and join His Majesty's plane war?"

But Amber was not fooled by such exciting-sounding slogans. Although she was naive and childish, she was not completely ignorant of the development of the outside world.

"The elves have been stagnant for too long. It's time to make a change, isn't it? If we continue like this, we will become rotten wood and withered bones. You don't want to see the tribe wither away, right?"

"Is it right to plant a forbidden tree that is expressly forbidden by the gods?"

"Why not? You've lived here for so long, haven't you noticed any changes in your body?"

"My physical changes?"

Amber, the elf queen, was somewhat confused and reached out to touch her cheek. Then her fingers froze, because she felt that there seemed to be thin whiskers moving under her soft and smooth skin.

(End of this chapter)