The desert winds and sands roll up the loess, leaving only hazy traces in the distance.
As far as the eye can see, the earth is scorched, the land is barren, and when the wind and sand swept over, there are faint traces of bones emerging from the sand.
The scorching sun was shining brightly in the sky, exposing the earth.
The gust of wind howled, blowing layers of yellow sand into the sky, and the sky was full of sand.
He stood on this scorched earth with no end in sight, looking around at a loss. The hot wind swept across his cheeks, bringing a burning pain.
There was a dead silence all around, and there was no vitality, as if the land had long since died.
It was an unfamiliar place, an unfamiliar scenery that he had never seen before, but it made him feel extremely familiar.
When looking at this lifeless land, the depths of my chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and an indescribable uncomfortable feeling emerged from the depths of my body.
A huge piece of ruins loomed in the sand, and the huge stone pillar rose from the ground.
The civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years has been submerged in this piece of yellow sand, and almost all traces have been lost.
Only on the corner of the stone pillar that has been stubbornly standing on the ground with the wind and sand that has gone through thousands of years, the carved traces of the lion's outline that have been eroded so that only a little lion's outline can be vaguely discerned are still telling to future generations, the ancient and mysterious historical The existence of the majestic kingdom of…
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Garlan was asleep in bed, the morning sun falling through the skylight and falling on his face.
He breathed evenly.
Then, the breathing sound changed a little bit, the eyelashes moved slightly, and the sleeping boy opened his eyes.
In his golden pupils was a familiar room, tall and spacious, with rounded white stone pillars supporting it, and patterns carved from blue stones wrapped around it.
In a corner of the bedroom, a wisp of blue smoke rose from the incense burner, filling the room with a sweet aroma.
The window was half open, and the breeze blew in with the warmth of spring in the courtyard outside. The translucent blue veil in the bedroom fluttered softly in the breeze, as thin as smoke.
After quietly staring at the familiar scene in front of him for a while, Garlan closed his eyes again.
Everything he saw in the dream came to his mind clearly.
—The huge ruins buried in the yellow sand —
—The future where Aaron Landis followed the trajectory of previous lives—
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In the trajectories of past lives…
After more than 100 years of war, the weak and the strong prey on the earth, people's hearts have become more and more sinister, the people have been displaced, and bones can be seen everywhere... Perhaps because the gods were disappointed by this, they gradually began to give up to protect this land.
So the natural disasters continued, the turmoil everywhere.
The land became more and more barren, the desert expanded, and gradually spread to the west. Gradually, even the two rivers that nurtured Aaron Landis completely dried up.
In the end, the yellow sand flooded the land of Aaron Landis, the people of Aaron Landis scattered, and the once gorgeous palace was reduced to ruins in the long years of wind and sand...
After a thousand years, people can only glimpse the prosperity and magnificence of the lost Lion Empire from the half-covered ruins and broken pillars in the yellow sand...
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Garland opened his eyes.
He just sat up when the female officer who had been waiting outside noticed his movement and lifted the azure veil and walked in.
Several maids followed behind Taputi, either holding white towels, or holding gorgeous clothes and accessories, or holding golden basins filled with hot water, and the maids were holding the freshly harvested ones. Flowers with dew.
Garlan smiled at his maids and maids and got out of bed.
The other maids stood still, only the female officer stepped forward and put on Garlan's clothes specially made for today.
It was an extremely gorgeous piece of clothing, brand new, as white as snow, soft as a cloud, held in his hand, as light as a swan feather.
The sleeves were draped from Garlan's shoulders like lotus petals on the side shoulders, and the fringe of gold threads on the edge fell on the white upper arm, intertwined with the golden armband of the Nashamash rune on the upper arm.
The azure belt was tied up, which more and more outlined the youth's tight waistline.
A pure gold necklace inlaid with jade-green malachite as fine as a star hung down on the boy's chest, half-hiding his slender collarbone.
The long, bright golden hair that was even brighter than gold ornaments was scattered from the boy's graceful neck and his chest, and the golden neck ornaments shone brightly and gleamed more and more in the morning sunlight.
With a slight movement of the boy's hand, the dozen or so thin gold rings with different patterns on the white wrist gently collided with each other, making a crisp impact sound.
Tapti carefully braided a strand of silk studded with small white pearls the size of a grain of rice into her little prince's long blond hair.
Then, she brushed her cloud-like fluffy forehead and looked at her prince.
The bright golden eyes of the young man also stared at her.
Tapti smiled slightly.
she thinks.
Before he knew it, that little child had grown so big that he was almost as tall as himself.
The female officer looked at Garlan, and the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowed.
Then, she picked up the pen that had been stained with vermilion paint as bright as the morning sun.
With an air of seriousness that she had never seen before, she carefully drew the crimson Shamash rune on Garlan's forehead, stroke by stroke.
"'prince'… "
Put down the pen, she said,
"This should be the last time I call you that."
The female officer Tapti looked at the boy she raised in one hand tenderly, took a step forward, and gently kissed the crimson mark on the boy's forehead like a blessing.
"My prince," she whispered, "may the glory of the gods always be with you."
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When Garlan walked out of the door quickly, he looked up and saw several familiar figures.
Blonde one-eyed knight.
High priest of Shamash.
A chubby little fat man.
They didn't know how long they stood in the courtyard. When Garlan appeared, the little fat man who couldn't stand at all was circling in circles in the courtyard, circle after circle.
As soon as he saw Garlan, Tarton's eyes lit up, like a big fat dog wagging his tail happily, he came over and opened his mouth to burst out a lot of words, but he was caught by the cold face next to him. The priest glanced at it, and suddenly got stuck, swallowing all the words in his stomach.
He could only look at Garlan with a pair of bright eyes, from top to bottom, from head to toe, sweeping it over and over again, and seeing the stars shining in the bottom of his eyes.
The prince is handsome.
So lovely.
Too beautiful-
The little fat man with poor language was staring hard at his handsome prince, while repeating these words in his heart.
Xie Mu'er, who glanced coldly at the little fat man, turned his gaze back to Garlan. He stood there, even today, with his usual expressionless appearance.
However, the slightly surging emotions in his eyes, as well as the fingers that clenched the scepter forcefully, exposed his uneasy mood at the moment.
"prince… "
Kaihos stepped forward and just said two words, suddenly the whole person staggered backwards, as if being dragged from behind.
It turned out that the big lion who was rolling in the dense grass rushed over at some point, grabbed his cloak and pulled it back hard.
The unsuspecting Sun Knight didn't pay attention, and was dragged away from his prince by Nega with a look of astonishment.
Before everyone came back to their senses, the big lion had already pounced on it.
With an audible sound, the big fluffy head arched towards Garlan, making a low purr from his throat while arching.
Niega, who was arching hard, rubbed the gold ornaments around Gallan's neck all at once.
The corner of the priest's mouth twitched.
The knight who was pulled away was dumbfounded for a while looking at the big lion shaking his head and tail at Garlan.
The little fat man looked at the big lion with envy.
Garlan laughed, he stretched his arms around Niega's big head, buried his cheeks in the fluffy mane, and rubbed it hard.
Nerga, who was rubbed comfortably, let out another low growl, and with a flick of her long tail, it gently touched Gallan's cheek with the tip of her slightly moist nose.
The young man looked at it softly, and also used his nose to kiss the big lion's forehead intimately.
Then, he raised his eyes and glanced at the three people in the courtyard, and then looked back at the female officer who was standing quietly behind him with a cloak in his hands, watching him with a smile.
he thinks.
They grew up with them.
From now on, he will always walk with him.
Garlan, who was holding the big lion, laughed.
He laughed happily.
Years have passed, but the smile of the young man has never changed, it is still as bright as the first sight.
When he laughed, it seemed to surpass all the beauty in the world.
"let's go."
Garlan smiled and said to everyone, taking the lead to walk towards the gate of the palace.
The big lion shook his long golden mane and followed closely beside him.
Everyone looked at each other with understanding eyes, and then followed the pace of their prince together.
…
…
This is an especially special day for the people of Aaron Landis.
A new king of Aaron Landis is about to be born.
The Plaza of the Gods.
The square in front of the magnificent Royal Palace.
The ground paved with white stones is almost invisible at a glance.
An avenue to the sky leads to the end of the square, where a huge trapezoidal high platform made of topaz stands.
The long stone steps slanted upwards, like letting this light yellow platform tower into the sky.
Above the top of the high platform is the golden throne.
The giant stone statues, the statues of the gods of Aaron Landis, stood around the rear of the high platform.
The gods looked down ahead.
The huge throne, cast in pure gold, gleamed dazzlingly in the sun.
A throne that only the son of the gods can sit on.
The sun hangs high above the sky, and white clouds float slowly in the sky, sometimes blocking a little sunlight.
The lion flag with gold stripes on a red background burns like a flame in the sky.
Garlan raised his head and looked up.
The long topaz steps were in front of him.
A scarlet carpet with golden fringes spread out diagonally upwards on the stone steps, paving a path to the Supreme Throne.
He stood here three times in total.
Every time, it is a sunny moment.
Shamash's brilliance shone on the land of Aaron Landis, looking down upon everything on the land.
For the first time, it was announced as the younger brother of King Camos.
At that time, he was very young.
Walking on the stone steps, as long as you look up, you can see the tall figure in front of him.
He followed the figure and walked up step by step.
The second time, was the crown prince of Aaron Landis.
He went up alone.
But as long as he raised his head, he could see that reassuring figure sitting firmly on the throne, watching him step by step.
Now, for the third time.
He can only go on alone.
…
A gust of wind whizzed past the huge square, blowing the white clouds in the sky.
Floating clouds fill the sky, and the sun casts down on the earth either deeply or shallowly.
A hand pressed lightly on his arm, and the warm touch woke Garlan from his trance.
The blond hair on his forehead was blown endlessly by the wind, and even the light shadow of the hair swayed gently on his forehead.
Garland didn't look back.
He knew who the man standing behind him was.
He could feel the rough scar on the palm of the hand that was pressing against his arm.
"Go."
The man's low voice came from behind.
The hand on his arm pushed forward slightly.
That force is obviously inaudible, but it seems to transmit an invisible force.
The moment Garlan stepped forward, he turned his head and looked behind him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the owner of that hand.
Heimos was standing behind him, dressed in dark armor, standing in place like a black pine, in a guarding posture.
The eyes of the two met for a moment.
Just for a moment.
But time seemed to jump thousands of years at the moment when they looked at each other.
Garlan retracted his gaze, turned his head, and looked at the long stone steps in front of him.
He stepped up.
As he walked up, the sky-blue cloak that was as bright as the sky spread out behind him, dragging long, large swaths on the fiery red carpet.
On his side, a golden lion walks with him.
Garland walked up step by step.
Just after walking a few steps, suddenly, a phantom on the corner of the red cloak passed in front of his eyes.
He was in a trance.
That might be his delusion.
Or maybe it's just an illusory light and shadow formed by the interlacing of deep or shallow sunlight under the cover of white clouds.
…
In a blur, vaguely, he seemed to see the familiar tall figure appearing in front of him.
The figure took him and walked forward.
Time seems to go back a long, long time ago.
When he was very young, this tall figure led him to the high platform step by step.
as now.
He leads him forward.
…
The stone steps are very long, but there is a time to go.
As Garlan's feet reached the final stone steps, the phantom disappeared into the bright sunlight.
'He' has come to an end.
Garlan raised his head and saw the golden throne appearing in front of him.
The priest of Shamash, wearing a crown of green olive leaves, stood on one side of the high platform, and Sarge, the head of the royal knights, stood beside him with a disc covered with red brocade.
A lapis lazuli gold crown rests on a soft brocade.
The diamond-shaped lapis lazuli was stained with a little blood, like a drop of blood that had just dripped, and it was about to flow, bright red.
Sage looked at the lapis lazuli crown in his hand.
No matter how the crown worn by King Camos is wiped and cleaned, the blood red on the lapis lazuli seems to have penetrated into the gemstone, and it is integrated with it, and it cannot be wiped off.
Someone once suggested that it would be better to build a new crown for the new king, but Garlan refused.
'I must wear it, with this blood-colored crown as a warning to everyone, never to forget Aaron Landis' hardest moment. '
At that time, the crown prince said this to the crowd.
Xie Muer's light cough made Sage wake up from his memory.
Looking away from the crown in front of him, he took a deep look at the young crown prince, then leaned over and fell to the ground on one knee.
He raised his head and slowly lifted the disc containing the lapis lazuli crown.
Shemuer stretched out his hands.
He was going to pick up the golden crown and put it on the head of the crown prince who was standing in front of him.
But when Xie Muer just stretched out his hand, Gallan suddenly stepped forward, stood in front of Xie Muer, and pressed his right hand on Xie Muer's hand.
The boy looked sideways at his priest.
He didn't say anything, and looked at Xie Mu'er calmly, but Xie Mu'er clearly saw a kind of persistence in the boy's eyes.
After silently looking at Gallan for a few seconds, Xie Muer chose to back down under that firm gaze.
He retracted his hand and took a step back.
Like Sage, he lowered his eyes and knelt down.
The immaculate white robe fell to the ground as he knelt down.
The male lion beside Garlan shook his head gently, his huge eyes staring curiously at the golden crown in front of him, his big head lowered, as if he wanted to lean in and take a sniff.
The teenager reached out and patted its head, and it squatted down obediently.
Nega looked at Gallan and blinked meekly like a kitten.
At this moment, the square of the gods is very quiet.
Beneath the high platform were countless people. The soldiers of Aaron Landis, armed with silver spears and wearing dark armor, stood upright on the ground.
In the distance, countless people surrounded the square and watched here.
Looking around at the darkness, there is no end in sight.
However, this piece of land with countless people standing is extremely quiet.
Everyone stood quietly, their eyes fixed on the high platform, like countless sculptures standing on the ground.
Garlan looked at the golden crown that was enshrined in front of him, he stretched out his hand, and his fingertips gently stroked the drop of blood on the lapis lazuli.
The man who had led him on had come to an end.
Put the throne in his hands.
And he, will sit on the throne, take over that person and continue to move forward.
He will take over from that man and guard the land of Aaron Landis.
…
The wind whizzed past on the high platform, lifting the long golden hair of the boy into the air like a cluster of golden clouds.
Garlan raised his hand and put the lapis lazuli crown on his blond hair.
The drop of blood on the lapis lazuli was as red as the crimson Shamash rune on his forehead.
The stone statues of the gods surrounding the high platform were bathed in sunlight, their heads bowed slightly, and they looked down at the throne.
It was as if the gods of Aaron Landis were watching this scene with their own eyes.
All eyes.
Witness of the gods.
The young king crowned himself with his own hands.
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The wind whistled past, across thousands of miles of land, and came to the distant Tverul Mountains.
The majestic waterfall poured down, splashed on the cliff, and scattered fine drops of water.
Layers of clouds lingered between the valleys, accompanied by the loud roar of the waterfall as it fell.
A snow-white deer stands at the top of the waterfall.
The water rushes past its hooves.
It stood there quietly, looking up into the distance.
Its clear water-like eyes seemed to have spanned thousands of miles, staring at the scene where the young king crowned himself.
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A huge throne stands on the high platform.
The young king in the crown stands before the throne.
A golden lion stands beside the throne.
On the endless land under the high platform, the black crowd knelt on the ground and bowed their heads reverently to their young new king.
The clouds floated in the sky, and the sun disappeared and appeared in the clouds, making the sun shine on the earth.
Gallan looked down at the land in front of him, and the countless people of Aaronlandis who were kneeling at his feet.
Aaron Landis.
The kingdom he protects.
Where the sun reaches is the land of Aaron Landis.
He will never let this majestic country decline a little bit like his dream, and finally disappear into the desert sands forever in the long years.
Aaron Landis will be immortal.
The young king sat down on the golden throne.
And the moment Garlan sat on the throne—
Suddenly, the golden lion who had been sitting quietly beside the throne let out a roar.
The roar seemed to tear the sky away.
The sky seemed to be shocked by the roar of the lion, and the floating clouds in the sky suddenly stopped, and then, the large white clouds were like white snow under the sun, and they all melted away in an instant.
Thousands of miles of clear sky, no more clouds.
The brilliance of the sun poured down like a waterfall.
It was as if countless pillars of light fell from the sky in an instant and landed on the land of Aaron Landis.
The sun was brighter than ever before, as if melting all the darkness on the earth.
At the moment when the young king sat on the throne, the radiance fell from the sky, and the entire Aaron Landis was filled with the radiance that was extremely bright.
Everything in the world is bathed in golden light at this moment.
Like a miracle.
The whole land was silent.
Almost all the people who were bathed in the brilliance held their breaths and looked up at the miraculous scene.
-The boy will always be king-
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… … … …
Garland.
Aaron Landis' king of rejuvenation.
The thirty-sixth king of Aaron Landis.
His brother Camos died in the war with the invaders, the Gasdadians. He ascended the throne at a young age, and he inherited the legacy of his brother and drove the Gasdadians out of the country.
After that, he launched several expeditions against Canal, which was under the control of the Gasdadians, and finally drove the Gasdadians back to the far north.
...and, according to the unofficial history and the handed down songs, the beauty of the young king's appearance made the world look at him, and no one can compare it.
Taking the war against the Gasdadians as an opportunity, he took back the regimes scattered in the hands of the lords, gradually disintegrated the local forces, and established the king's centralized political and military power.
It was the first prototype of centralized power in the history of Aaron Landis.
At the same time, he liberated a large number of slaves in the name of enhancing national power during the war, which had a great impact on the mainstream slaves at that time.
Aaron Landis therefore surpassed other countries on the continent and abolished slavery first.
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King of Garland.
He was known throughout the world for being just and wise.
The people are not satisfied with it.
He was deeply supported and loved by the people of Aaron Landis because of his compassion and love for the people.
Later generations will honor him as "King Xianming".
The beginning of the end story of the third saga