The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 380: A terrible woman, with terrible magic.

"I said I understand you, not that I am as stupid as you. I am wise enough to know that mortals cannot fight against immortals. So if I took something from an immortal, I would negotiate to keep it.

If that failed, I would spend half of my time while I still had it looking for other ways of becoming a mage. Awakening pills and potions, I would collect them all.

I would build a big school of alchemy and hire other mages to research for me. I would set up guilds and fund them so that they could search for artifacts all over the world to give me the same power as that of a mage. Your death is not just because of the broken contract, it is also because you were lazy."

She chanted a spell that burned his clothes off. Then, she made one long cut on his stomach and started chanting a spell. The root flew out from his stomach and fell in her palm.

Sigrid had long been curious about what it looked like. In her mind, she had imagined it as a tree root but it was more than that. It was twisted like a helix, glowing faintly with threads of sapphire and gold. It emitted a warmth and scent reminiscent of the earth after being kissed by rain.

"I think I can feel the power." Mauve whispered.

She was drawn to the root and she was not the only one. The others too felt a calling and a need to possess it. The creatures in hiding were tempted to come out but what they had just witnessed was too brutal. They did not want to meet a similar fate.

A harpy hiding in a tree decided to try. She could snatch it and fly away. Just as it soared downwards, it froze into marble and hit the forest ground.

The corner of Sigrid’s lips curved up for a second. "Silly bird." she whispered.

The creatures that had been hopeful all saw their hopes dwindle. The harpy was one of the fastest creatures in the forest. How had it been spotted and neutralized so quickly?

The root vanished, along with the lucky halo. Veylin and Alistair piled the bodies of the five together and set them on fire.

a bounty on his head

statue, it was pretty and

take a look at what had been a battlefield. A magical fire was still

woman." The dragon

terrible magic."

she will return?" The alpha of the dire wolves

hoped that she would. From some of her words to the man from whom the root had been

dire wolves

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a vigorous search

different types laid on the sides on

drinking. They had no shame as different men walked in and out of the room. The beauty

cultivated through careful training, their beauty

with any of

her long silver

and lowered his head. "Master all the mages that went into the forest did not make it out

looked at her nails that were sparkling with a new bold blood red nail polish which was mixed with human

it?"