In the days to come, Ding Yingying would often think of her mother.
Compared with the half-demon and half-witch city lord, Yun Qiao has slightly weaker abilities and limited influence.
But she was never afraid.
She wants a public competition, the winner is the king.
The match lasted for seven hours, from early morning to noon, and the situation changed.
Yun Qiao and the city lord were evenly matched at first, but then she ran out of energy and was clearly at a disadvantage.
Just when the city lord took it lightly and thought he would win, Yun Qiao counterattacked and killed him.
She took out the heart of the city lord, her fingers were dripping with blood, and she stood on the city wall.
It was midday, the sun was shining brightly, and most of the feathers on her spread wings had fallen off, and half of them were stained with blood. She looked embarrassed and cruel, the radiance of a warrior's triumph.
The half-demon and witches who were watching the battle knelt down one after another and shouted "City Lord".
Ding Yingying and Yun Qiao lived together. She was still young at the time and had not seen much of the world. She was shocked by the scene of 300,000 half-demon and divine witches worshiping.
In the following thousands of years, she had never seen such a shocking scene again: the scorching sun, the cries of shaking the earth, and the pious surrender.
It was not until that moment that Ding Yingying realized that her mother was the high priest of the witch and she was not an unknown person.
The demigod almost destroyed her.
She was once lost and lived in depression in the human court, but at her core she was the high priest of the powerful witch.
"...Over the years, I often think of that scene."
Ding Yingying said, "I know you were very tired at the time and only retained the strength for the last blow, but you had no idea of ​​surrender."
"I understood a truth at that time: Only power can gain a foothold, especially someone like me, who is somewhat pretty.
If you are not strong, you will be prey for others to fight for."
Yun Qiao said.
Ding Yingying nodded.
It was at that time that Yun Qiao became the city lord.
The days that followed were not so smooth either.
Her foundation was too shallow and she was not a half-demon, so she encountered a lot of resistance in Peacock City.
Several times someone plotted against her.
"...I still remember that in mid-autumn that year, they ambushed me on Sanhe Street."
Yun Qiao said, "If I hadn't been lucky and there was something wrong with their magic weapon, I would have died there."
After a pause, Yun Qiao said again, "Yingying, I have been able to secure my position as city lord in Peacock City because of several weird coincidences."
Ding Yingying was silent.
"How can there be so many coincidences?
There must be someone helping me behind the scenes."
Yun Qiao said again.
Ding Yingying sighed: "demigods can enter Peacock City."
Yun Qiao was silent for a moment: "Tell me, did he often go there and help us in the dark at that time?"
"You also said that several coincidences were weird."
Ding Yingying said.
Yun Qiao felt a little warm in her heart.
Then, I felt very guilty.
Ding Yingying looked at her: "Yun Qiao, there is no conflict between his wanting to protect you and his wanting to massacre Peacock City."
indeed so.
It is true that Xi Lanting wants to massacre the city. He must capture Peacock City to push the power of faith to its peak.
When his puppet army came over, Yun Qiao tried to negotiate, but was worried that he would become a hostage and did not dare to act rashly.
They fought for several days and lost two-thirds of the half-demon in the city.
The demigod cannot kill him, and Peacock City has no power to fight back.
They also want to live.
In extreme despair, when everyone knew that the Human Emperor could not be shaken, Yun Qiao proposed to use the remaining 100,000 half-demon sacrifices to trap the Human Emperor, and they agreed.
The reason why they agree is that every half-demon and wizard knows that they will die.
They are bound to die.
They are the last pebbles on the road to becoming a human emperor and must be kicked away.
Even if I was innocent and lucky, I would wake up and despair after seeing two hundred thousand of my compatriots die.
Yun Qiao's method was to use a secret spell from a witch to make more than 700 pregnant women half alive. They hid in deep caves to escape the thunder and save some firewood; while the others activated the secret spell together and committed suicide.
Only then can we have a chance to trap the Human Emperor.
One hundred thousand half-demon agreed.
Because in front of the Human Emperor, there is no possibility of survival, everyone is in despair, the only choice is how to die, there is no option of "life" at all.
It was also because, at the most desperate moment, the half-demon were depressed and lost their own ideas; and after some of them supported the city lord's decision, most of the remaining will was suppressed and they lost their own opinions.
It is difficult to maintain independent thought in a crowd.
Just like the tide, it will only move forward according to the direction of the wind.
They cursed Xi Lanting: "My emperor will live forever, and his life will be the same as the grass and trees."
They succeeded.
And everyone died in the catastrophe, and the Human Emperor was imprisoned by the secret curse of the gods and witches, and fell to the ground and became a big tree, unable to live or die.
But Yun Qiao suffered thousands of thunder tribulations, and every inch of her skin, flesh, muscles, and bones were burned, leaving only a handful of ashes for Yingying.