Aaron Landis, Morning Star of the Gods.
You are on top of the clouds.
You are the sun, moon and morning star.
Camos, the king of heroes, was born in your land.
The sun bestowed upon him all the glory.
Thousands of stars crowned him.
The people cheered for him.
He is the king of lions.
He is the undefeated king.
He is the towering mountain that guards Aaron Landis.
The red flag is the flame he wears.
He is the unbeatable lion on the battlefield.
No one could bring him down.
…
No one can predict.
Dark arrows came from behind him.
The hand of evil came from his trusted comrade.
The invincible hero of the battlefield fell upon the land of Aaron Landis.
The blood that dripped from his body stained the soil under his feet red.
The sighs of the gods came from the cloud.
For the fall of the King of Heroes.
The Enki River is galloping.
The cold wind from the far north is howling.
The towering mountain that guarded the land of Aaron Landis suddenly collapsed.
In an instant, the sky fell apart.
The helpless cry of the people of Aaron Landis resounded over the land of Aaron Landis.
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Judas City has long lost its former prosperity and has become deserted.
After the battle more than half a month ago, the city had been ruled by the Gasdads, and Prince Tyr, the commander of the Gasdad army, was sitting in the city.
Even if the city falls, even if the beloved king dies, the sun will still rise and set, and ordinary people will continue to live.
Although the citizens of Judas City harbor resentment and hatred, they can only continue to live in fear and trembling under the rule of the Gasdads without the ability to resist.
The streets of the city are much deserted than usual, and even those who walk on the road walk quickly with their heads down and shy.
Lines of tall, burly Gasthod soldiers patrolled the streets, glancing contemptuously at all the Aaron Landis.
Aaron Landis was the kingdom they conquered.
And these Aaron Landis people, of course, are also the races they conquered, and they have been inferior since then.
In the center of the city, the huge and gorgeous castle still stands on the ground as usual, but the guards outside the castle have been replaced by Gasdadians in white armor.
At this moment, in the depths of the castle, in a closely guarded dungeon, a special prisoner is being held.
Yunas.
He used to be the master of the city, but now he has been reduced to a prisoner, locked in an iron prison that sees no light.
The icy black iron fence separated him from the person outside, Yunas raised his head, his originally tough face was now full of haggard color, not long ago, his brown hair with white temples had turned white. .
Those brown eyes, always bright and full of pride, turned red now.
Although he was a prisoner, his status prevented him from being abused.
It's just that during this time, he had trouble sleeping all night long. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the fire all over the city, as well as the corpses of Aaron Landis who were piled up all over the earth.
That tortured him.
In just half a month, his whole body quickly ricketed and aged, and wrinkles quickly covered his face.
At this moment, he looked like he was no longer in high spirits as he fought with King Camos on the battlefield more than half a month ago, and he was completely old and became a dying old man.
"Juta..."
In a hoarse voice, he called out the name of the general standing outside the prison.
"What are you here for?"
"I'm here to report the current situation to Lord Yunas."
Juta smiled.
"During this period of time, His Royal Highness Tyre sent our army to conquer the Aaron Landis army on the western border. Together with His Royal Highness's army, they attacked and destroyed the Third Army and the Sixth Army."
Juta said it simply.
But the real situation is that the Gasdad army stationed in Canal has already received Tyr's order to attack the western border again, and while the news has not yet spread, Tyr sent Aaronland, who was a surrendered army. The Dis' army, while the 3rd and 6th armies were fighting the Gasdad army, approached as 'friends' and then made a surprise attack.
The army of Aaron Landis, who was betrayed by the 'friends', was defeated by both sides and was finally destroyed.
The army of Gasdad drove straight in, passed through the Camya Valley, and immediately captured the large cities on the Camya Plain, opening the road between the border city of Kanar and the city of Judas.
The Sixth Army was destroyed, and the cavalry of the Third Army was destroyed.
The western frontier of Aaron Landis fell.
Juta's words made Yunas's face even more gray. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, he coughed violently, almost out of breath.
After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Why, Juta, I trust you so much and regard you as a confidant... No, it's okay to betray me, but you are from Aaron Landis, why should you betray Aaron Landis?"
"Aaron Landis? Lord Yunas, but you never regarded me as an Aaron Landis like you?"
Juta smiled.
"No matter how much I do my best to help you, no matter how much better I am than others, no matter how much you seem to favor me on the surface, you never intended to grant me the title of aristocrat, and those who are not as good as me get your one after another. Granted... I understand, because in your eyes, I am always only worthy of being a servant, a servant driven by brown skin like you."
A look of cruelty flashed across his eyes.
"Just because I'm white!"
"Your so-called trust is like charity, cheap and condescending, or do you think I should be grateful to you just because of your trust?"
The man raised his lips, he smiled at Yunas, his smile was gloomy.
"Why is this country controlled by you browns? If you don't give me what I deserve, I'll take it myself!"
He laughed out loud, and the laughter was full of fun.
"Lord Yunas, things are going to change from now on. The Gasdadians are all white people you don't like, but you are their prisoner. From now on, Aaron Landis is Gasth. A country ruled by the Dade is a country ruled by the whites."
"Just watch with your own eyes, how those white people you look down on knock down your noble people to the dust! From now on, you will be inferior to others!"
Yunas, who was sitting in the prison, watched Juta leave with laughter in dismay.
[Just watch with your own eyes, how the white people you look down on trample you under your feet—]
He closed his eyes in pain.
Could it be... he was really wrong.
Has he been wrong all along
A light slanted in from the small skylight and fell on the pitch-black ground.
Yunas, who was stunned for a long time, turned his head slowly and looked at the only ray of sunlight in the dark dungeon.
He stood up and walked to the window, where the sun was shining.
He knelt down, the sun shone on the kneeling old man, his clasped hands were between his eyebrows, and his gray hair was scattered in a mess before his eyes.
O gods of Aaron Landis.
All sins are on me.
I am willing to suffer eternal torture.
Please save Aaron Landis...
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The main hall of the castle was as gorgeous as ever, and no one could have imagined that this hall had been dyed red with blood and countless corpses before.
On the throne in the middle, a handsome young man with silver hair was sitting there.
The route from Canal to Judas City has been opened.
The army of the Gasdadians, as well as the mixed army of Canal and other soldiers who surrendered to the country, have come to Judas City.
The lineup is huge, and a hundred thousand troops are stationed near Judas City at the moment.
And the rich materials and forage hoarded by the Karnal country have also been transported to the city by road in an endless stream, plus the food and forage scavenged in the cities laid on the Camea Plain of Aaron Landis , the army has more than enough supplies.
Everything is ready.
"Everyone, get ready, we are about to head to the royal city of Aaron Landis."
Sitting on the throne, Tyr said coldly,
"Take the head of that King Camos with you and hang it in front of the royal city."
Such is the custom of Gastad.
When the Gastad Plateau had not been unified by Tyr's father, the various tribes were constantly at war, and the heads of the defeated tribe leaders would be cut off to intimidate his people and make his people For fear surrenders to the victor.
This is also often done by the Gasdadians when they invade abroad.
When the head of King Canal was hanging outside the King City of Canal, it immediately dropped the morale of Canal's soldiers, thus speeding up the city's destruction.
Therefore, Tyre naturally planned to repeat the same trick when he attacked the royal city of Aaron Landis this time, hanging the head of King Camos outside the royal city, so that the morale of the defenders of the king city declined, so that the city could be defeated as soon as possible.
When Tyr said this, there was a slight commotion in the person who was standing quietly beside him.
Not only did Aaron Landis' descendants suddenly look ugly, but even the generals of Gastade looked at me and I looked at you, with a look of obvious disapproval on their faces.
"how?"
Noticing the commotion of his subordinates, Tyr asked in a cold tone.
"His Royal Highness, although King Camos is our enemy, but..."
An older General Gastard hesitated for a while, but finally stood up and bowed to answer.
"However, he was a heroic warrior, and I think, as a hero, his body should not be subjected to such insults."
He bowed his head and begged.
"Please think about it again."
Although they are enemies of life and death, the death scene of King Camos shocked them as enemies, and could not help but feel admiration.
Gastards are fierce in temperament, but they also admire the brave.
In the past, when clans were at war, the heroic warriors who were recognized were also buried by the enemy.
"… "
Tyre frowned.
Because the Gasdadians fought all the way with little resistance and almost no rivals, they held a contemptuous attitude towards people from other countries.
People who see them as weak and trash have their heads cut off to demonstrate, they don't care, and they think it's right.
But for the first time since the expedition, the invincible Gasdadians suffered defeat at the hands of King Camos at Aaron Landis.
So, as a matter of course, they regard King Camos as a worthy enemy.
Especially the scene of the bloody battle of King Camos more than half a month ago was still deeply reflected in their memory.
Even though the Lion King is dead, they still retain their admiration for him.
The Gasdads, who have always acted savagely, collected the remains of King Camos well and kept them in a freezer in the city of Judas.
Just when Tyre was thinking, someone came out.
The appearance of this person made the eyes of those Gasdard generals not very good-looking, and most of them looked at this person with contempt and contempt.
If the Lion King was the hero they all admired, then this Aaron Landisian was a downright despicable villain.
If it wasn't for the respect of Prince Tyr and his obedience to the prince's orders, they would be ashamed to be with him at all.
Juta turned a blind eye to those contemptuous eyes, with a look of indifference on his face, he just looked eagerly at Prince Tyr above.
"Your Highness, please allow me to be presumptuous."
He got down on one knee and said.
"I also think that it is not a good idea to take the head of King Camos and hang it under the king's city."
Tyre looked at him lightly and did not speak.
"His Royal Highness, I know that you did the same thing in Kanal King City, but King Camos is completely different from King Kanal."
Juta looked at Tyr with a loyal face.
"King Camos has a very high status in the hearts of Aaron Landis, especially in the royal city, which is almost equivalent to a god."
"His Royal Highness, think about it, if someone humiliates the gods of the Gasdadians in front of our army, how do you think everyone will react?"
He was rude, and directly called Gasdard's army our army in the contemptuous eyes of General Gasdard.
Tyre groaned.
"If you do that, you will stab at the scales of the people of Aaron Landis, the defenders of the royal city of Aaron Landis will go mad, and all the people in the royal city will go mad, they will put their life and death aside, and will fight our army to the death at all costs. , to fight to the last man."
"In that case, our army will definitely suffer heavy losses."
Juta looked earnestly at Tyre and said,
"Your Highness, I think, that's not the result you want to see."
Tyr closed his eyes, almost transparent white eyelashes cast light shadows on his face.
His extremely thin lips were a sign of affection.
After a while, he nodded slightly.
"Very well, I will reward you."
He praised Juta in a cold tone, which made Juta's eyes light up for a while.
"Juta, you know Aaron Landis better. Next time you have something similar, you should say it like this."
"Yes, Your Highness Tyre, I admire your broad-mindedness."
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After a few days, everything was ready, and the army of Gasdad set out from the city of Judas.
Wearing spotless snow-white armor, Tyr led the army on horseback from the city's main road.
The sun fell on him, and the white cloak fluttered behind him.
Tyr raised his eyes and looked forward.
The silver-white forehead cast a deep shadow in front of his eyes, and the lavender pupils were burning with the flames of raging ambition and desire.
As long as the royal city of Aaron Landis is captured in one fell swoop, this long and huge country will become his country after Canal.
This fertile land will be ruled by Gastard from now on and become part of Gastard Germany.
And this is just the beginning.
He won't stop there.
The continent is so vast that no one can stop the Gasthodites from conquering.
Wherever the Gasthard goes, it will be his land—
The wind picked up.
Inexplicably, his heart beat suddenly and suddenly, as if something invisible made his heart palpitate for a moment.
A dead leaf torn by the wind gently floated past his cheeks.
With a move in his heart, Tyre turned his head slightly, and glanced at the direction where the pale yellow dead leaves were blown away from the corner of his slender eyes.
There, like something...
The wind suddenly agitated, and the dead leaves that were about to fall were rolled up again and blown into the distance.
The city gate is in front of him, and the army is waiting for him outside the city.
Tyr retracted his gaze, pulled the reins, and the horse under him trotted.
The citizens of Judas City hid on both sides of the street and in their own houses, watching the Gasdard soldiers leaving the city with fearful eyes.
Their eyes were almost expressionless, and their faces were filled with confusion.
The death of the Lion King.
The collapse of faith.
The fall of the country.
The people of Aaron Landis fell into the abyss.
This terrible situation is just like more than ten years ago.
"Don't be afraid, it will be fine, nothing will happen."
Among the houses on the side of the road, a man comforted his disturbed mother in a low voice.
"More than ten years ago, Aaron Landis was in danger too... But in the end he was fine, didn't he?"
From the window, the aging woman shivered as she watched the Gastadian soldiers passing by her house.
"But... at that time... there was King Camos..."
she said intermittently.
After saying that name, she couldn't help it, lowered her head, covered her face with dry hands, and let out a low whimper.
The man comforting his mother was speechless for a moment.
yes.
In that dangerous time more than ten years ago, King Camos was there.
their great king.
The invincible king.
As long as the king is there, their hearts are as stable as a mountain.
The man stood slumped, his eyes a little red.
And now, the king is gone, who else can protect Aaron Landis.
Who else... can protect the people of Aaron Landis.
O gods of Aaron Landis...
Your people are begging for your mercy...
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The yellow dead leaves were swept away by the wind, flew high into the sky, and then fell again.
On a platform on the roof of an unremarkable residential building, someone was standing there.
He stood, looking down from a distance at the army of Gasdad who were walking through the gates on the road.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew past, and with the dead leaves, it blew off the cloak and hood that covered his face.
Under the flying jet-black forehead, a pair of pure gold eyes appeared in the sunlight.
Those eyes were so bright that even the scorching sun above the sky at the moment could not cover up its radiance.
Those golden pupils were like traces of light melting.
Garlan stood on the platform with his eyes open, quietly watching the army of Gasdad slowly pass through the city gate and disappear into Judas City.
When the last Gastard had left, he turned and gently pulled the wind-draped hood back over his head.
At this time, a tall figure quickly climbed onto the roof platform and walked quickly to his side.
"prince… "
The people who came were hesitant to say anything.
"The Gasthards have left the city."
Garlan looked up at Kaihos, his face was very calm, and there was no unstable mood that Kaihos was worried about.
"Notify everyone, it's time to act."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and once again looked in the direction where the Gasdad army was leaving.
He seemed to be looking at the silver-haired figure that had disappeared from his sight.
At this moment, the boy's eyes were terribly calm.
Prince of Gasthard, Tyr.
If you want Aaron Landis, you have to see if I answer.
Aaron Landis, and me.