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.

on his head worth fifty thousand silver."

the fire could gobble it. Mauve took the harpy statue, it was pretty and she planned to use it as a

creatures in hiding finally came out to take a look at what had been a battlefield. A magical fire was still raging, wood was cackling and

woman." The

terrible magic." The basilisk

return?" The alpha of the dire wolves

would. The dire wolf hoped that she would. From some of her words to the man from whom the root

to death. The dire

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and went through a vigorous search before being led into the inner territory.

types laid on the sides on the ground. They were being counted, shoveled and

Some were swimming, others playing with a ball, some leaning on the side, eating and drinking. They had

been cultivated through careful training, their beauty had been nourished with magic portions. Their nakedness was

with any of these women was a death sentence. The master

long silver hair bounced down her shoulders in curls. She had anklets on he feet that

head. "Master all the mages that went

at her nails that were sparkling with a new bold blood red

took it?" she