A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The wind and sand in the desert rolled up the loess, and people could only see hazy traces in the distance.

Everywhere he could see was scorched earth, a desolate land. When the wind and sand swept past, traces of numerous bones could be vaguely seen emerging from the sand.

The scorching sun was in the sky, exposing the land.

The strong wind roared, blowing layers of yellow sand into the sky, and the sky was filled with sand.

He stood on this piece of scorched earth with no end in sight, looking around blankly. Hot wind swept over his cheek, bringing a burning pain.

There was deathly silence all around, with no sign of life, as if this land had died long ago.

It was obviously a strange place, and it was obviously a strange scenery that he had never seen before, but it made him feel extremely familiar.

When looking at this lifeless land, it felt as if an invisible hand was holding tightly deep in my chest, and an indescribable feeling of discomfort emerged from deep within my body.

A huge ruin loomed in the sand. Huge stone pillars rose from the ground. The pillars were incomplete and corroded by the years, and the broken pillars collapsed on the sand.

The civilized country that has been passed down for thousands of years has been submerged in this yellow sand and has lost almost all traces.

Only the corner of the stone pillar that has experienced thousands of years of wind and sand still stands stubbornly on the earth. The traces of carvings that have been eroded so much that only the outline of a lion can be vaguely recognized are still telling future generations about the ancient and mysterious figure in history. The existence of a majestic country...

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Garlan was asleep in bed, and the morning sunlight fell through the skylight and fell on his face.

He breathed evenly.

Then, the breathing rhythm changed slightly, the eyelashes moved slightly, and the sleeping boy opened his eyes.

What caught his golden eyes was a familiar room. It was tall and spacious, with round white stone pillars supporting it, and patterns carved from jade stone wrapping around it.

In the corner of the bedroom, a wisp of green smoke rises from the incense burner, filling the room with a sweet aroma.

The window was half open, letting in a gentle breeze bringing in the warmth of spring in the courtyard outside. The translucent green gauze in the bedroom flutters gently in the breeze, as thin as smoke.

After quietly looking at the familiar scenery in front of him for a while, Garlan closed his eyes again.

Everything he saw in the dream came clearly to his mind.

——The huge ruins buried in the yellow sand——

——The future where Aaron Landis follows the trajectory of previous lives——

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In the trajectory of past lives...

After more than a hundred years of war, the weak and the strong preyed on the land, people's hearts became increasingly sinister, people were displaced, and bones could be seen everywhere... Perhaps because the gods were disappointed with this, they gradually began to give up on protecting this land.

As a result, natural disasters continued and turmoil broke out.

The land became more and more barren, and the desert expanded day by day, spreading bit by bit to the west. Gradually, even the two rivers that fed Aaron Landis dried up completely.

In the end, the yellow sand flooded the land of Aaron Landis, and the people of Aaron Landis dispersed. The once gorgeous palace was reduced to ruins in the long years of wind and sand...

Thousands of years later, people can only glimpse the prosperity and magnificence of the lost Lion Empire through the half-hidden ruins and broken pillars in the yellow sand...

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Garlan opened his eyes.

As soon as he sat up, the female official who had been waiting outside noticed his movement, opened the azure veil and walked in.

Several maids followed Tapti, either holding white scarves in their hands, or holding gorgeous clothes and accessories, or carrying gold basins filled with hot water. Dewy flowers.

Garlan smiled at his female officers and maids, and got out of bed.

The other maids stood still, but the female official stepped forward and personally changed Garlan into the costume specially made for today.

It was an extremely gorgeous piece of clothing, brand new, as white as snow, soft as clouds, and light as a swan feather when held in the hand.

The sleeves draped down from Garlan's shoulders like lotus petals, and the golden tassels on the edges fell on the white upper arms, intertwined with the golden armbands with Shamash runes on the upper arms.

The sky-blue belt was tied up, further outlining the young man's tight waistline.

A pure gold necklace inlaid with turquoise malachite as fine as starlight hung down on the young man's chest, half covering his slender collarbone.

The bright golden long hair, which is even more than the gold jewelry, is scattered from the young man's graceful neck to the chest. It complements the golden neck jewelry and shines more and more in the morning sun.

The young man's hand moved slightly, and a dozen thin gold rings with different patterns on his white wrist gently struck each other, making a crisp impact sound.

Tapti carefully woven a silk chain decorated with rice-sized white pearls into her little prince's long golden hair.

Then, she pushed aside her cloud-like fluffy forehead hair and looked at her prince.

The young man's bright golden eyes also stared at her.

Tapti smiled slightly.

she thinks.

Unknowingly, that little child has grown so big that he is almost as tall as himself.

The female official looked at Garlan, the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowing.

Then, she picked up the pen that was stained with vermilion paint that was as bright as the morning glow.

With an unprecedented seriousness, she carefully drew the crimson Shamash runes on Garlan's forehead, stroke by stroke.

"'prince'……"

Putting down her pen, she said,

"This should be the last time I call you that."

The female official of Tapti looked tenderly at the boy she had brought up with one hand, took a step forward, and kissed the crimson mark on the boy's forehead gently like a blessing.

"My prince," she whispered, "may the glory of the gods be with you forever."

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When Garlan walked out of the door quickly, he looked up and saw several familiar figures.

The blond one-eyed knight.

Priest of the Tall Shamash.

A chubby little fat guy.

They stood in the courtyard for an unknown length of time. When Garlan appeared, the little fat man who couldn't stand at all was circling in the courtyard, round and round.

As soon as he saw Garlan, Tal's eyes suddenly lit up, and he came over happily wagging his tail like a big fat dog. He opened his mouth and wanted to burst out a lot of words, but was met with a cold face by the side. 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 shining eyes, scanning over and over again from top to bottom, from head to toe, until stars were twinkling in his eyes.

The prince is good-looking.

So lovely.

Too beautiful--

The little fat man who was poor in language repeated these words in his heart while looking hard at his extremely handsome prince.

Shermur glanced at the little fat man coldly and turned his gaze back to Garlan. He stood there with his usual expressionless expression even today.

However, the slight surge of emotion in his eyes and the fingers tightly gripping the scepter revealed his uneasy mood at the moment.

"prince……"

Kayhos stepped forward and just said a few words, when suddenly he stumbled backwards, as if someone had pulled him from behind.

It turned out that the big lion who was rolling in the thick grass rushed over at some point, grabbed his cloak in one mouth, and pulled him back hard.

The unsuspecting Blazing Sun Knight was accidentally dragged away from his prince by Nerga with a look of astonishment on his face.

Before everyone could recover, the big lion had already pounced on them.

With a squeaking sound, the big, fluffy head arched towards Garlan, making a low purring sound from its throat as it arched.

Nerga, who was arching hard, immediately knocked the gold ornaments around Garlan's neck.

The corner of the priest's mouth twitched.

The knight who was pulled away looked at the big lion shaking its head and tail at Garlan and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

The little fat man looked at the big lion with envy.

Garlan laughed. He put his arms around Nega's big head, buried his cheek in the fluffy mane, and rubbed it vigorously.

After being rubbed comfortably, Nerga let out a low cry again, flicked her long tail, and gently touched Garlan's cheek with the tip of her slightly moist nose.

The young man looked at it with soft eyes, and also nudged the big lion's forehead affectionately with the tip of his nose.

Then, he raised his eyes and glanced at the three people in the courtyard, and then looked back at the female official who was standing quietly behind him with a cloak in her hands and looking at him with a smile.

he thinks.

They grew up with them.

From now on, I will always accompany myself.

Garlan, who was holding the big lion, laughed.

He smiled broadly.

Years passed, but the boy's smile never changed, still as bright as the first time he saw it.

When he smiles, it seems to surpass all the beauty in the world.

"let's go."

Garlan said to everyone with a smile, and took the lead in walking toward the palace gate.

The big lion shook its long golden mane and followed him closely.

Everyone looked at each other with understanding eyes, and then followed the pace of their prince.

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This is an especially special day for the people of Aaron Landis.

A new king is about to be born in Aaron Landis.

The square of the gods.

The square in front of the magnificent palace.

The land paved with white stones is almost endless.

A sky-high avenue leads to the end of the square, where a huge trapezoidal platform made of topaz stands.

The long stone steps go up slopingly, making this light yellow platform tower into the sky.

On the top of the high platform is a golden throne.

The huge stone statues, the stone statues of Aaron Landis and the gods surrounded and stood behind the high platform.

The gods looked down ahead.

The huge throne made of pure gold shines dazzlingly in the sun.

A throne that only the sons of the gods can sit on.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and white clouds float slowly in the sky, sometimes blocking a little sunlight.

The lion flag with red background and gold pattern burns like a flame high in the sky.

Garlan raised his head and looked upward.

The long topaz stone steps were in front of him.

A red carpet embroidered with gold edges spread diagonally upwards on the stone steps, paving the way to the supreme throne.

He stood here three times in total.

Every time, it’s a sunny moment.

The light of Shamash shines upon the land of Aaron Landis, looking down upon everything on the earth.

The first time was when he was announced as the younger brother of King Camos.

At that time, he was still very young.

Walking on the stone steps, as soon as you raise your eyes, you can see the tall figure in front of him.

He followed the figure up step by step.

The second time was when he was canonized as the crown prince of Aaron Landis.

He walked up alone.

But as long as he raised his head, he could see that reassuring figure sitting steadily on the throne, watching him move forward step by step.

Now, it's the third time.

He can only go forward alone.

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A gust of wind roared across the huge square, blowing white clouds in the sky.

The clouds filled the sky, allowing the sunlight to fall deeply or shallowly on the earth.

A hand gently pressed on his arm, and the warm touch made Garlan wake up from his trance.

The blond hair on his forehead was blowing endlessly in the wind, and even the light shadow of the hair was gently swaying on his forehead.

Garlan did not look back.

He knew who the man standing behind him was.

He could feel the rough scars on the palm of the hand pressing on his arm.

"Go ahead."

The man's low voice came from behind.

The hand on his arm pushed forward slightly.

The force was obviously inaudible, but it seemed to convey 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 sight of the owner of that hand.

Heimos stood behind him, wearing pitch black armor, standing as straight as a black pine, in a protective posture.

Their eyes met for a moment.

Just for a moment.

But time seemed to jump thousands of years at the moment 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 upwards, the azure cloak that was as bright as the sky spread out behind him, trailing in long, large tracts on the fiery red carpet.

Beside him, a golden lion walked with him.

Garlan walked up step by step.

He had just taken a few steps when suddenly, a shadow of a crimson cloak passed by his eyes.

He was in a daze.

That might be his illusion.

Or maybe it's just the illusory light and shadow formed by the interlacing of deep or shallow sunlight falling under the cover of white clouds.

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Vaguely, vaguely, he seemed to see that familiar tall figure appearing in front of him.

The figure led him forward.

Time seems to have returned to a long, long time ago.

When he was still very young, this tall figure led him up the high platform step by step.

Just like now.

He led him forward.

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The stone steps are very long, but you will eventually finish them.

When Garlan's feet walked up the last stone step, the shadow melted into the bright sunlight.

‘He’ has reached the 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 Sago, the leader of the royal knights, stood beside him holding a disk covered with red brocade.

A lapis lazuli gold crown resting on a soft brocade.

The rhombus-shaped lapis lazuli is stained with a little trace of blood, just like the blood drops that just dripped on it, and it is about to flow, and it is bright red.

Sa Ge looked at the lapis lazuli crown in his hand.

No matter how you wipe and clean the crown worn by King Camos, the blood red on the lapis lazuli seems to have penetrated into the gemstone and merged with it, and it cannot be wiped off.

Someone once suggested that it would be better to simply create a new crown for the new king, but Garlan refused.

‘I must wear it and use this bloody crown to warn everyone never to forget the most difficult moment of Aaron Landis. ’

At that time, the crown prince said to everyone.

Shermur's cough made Sage wake up from his memories.

Looking away from the crown in front of him, he took a deep look at the young crown prince, then leaned over and knelt on the ground on one knee.

He raised his head and slowly raised the disk containing the lapis lazuli crown.

Shermer held out his hands.

He wanted to hold up the golden crown and put it on the head of the crown prince standing in front of him.

But just when Shemu'er stretched out his hand, Garlan suddenly took a step forward, stood in front of Shemu'er, and placed his right hand on Shemu'er's hand.

The young man looked sideways at his priest.

He didn't say anything, and looked at Shermu'er with calm eyes, but Shermu'er clearly saw a kind of persistence in the young man's eyes.

After looking at each other in silence for a few seconds, Shermuer chose to give in under that firm gaze.

He retracted his hand and took a step back.

Like Sage, he lowered his eyes and knelt down.

The spotless white robe fell to the ground as he knelt.

The lion accompanying Garlan gently shook his head, his huge eyes curiously staring at the golden crown in front of him, and his big head lowered, as if he wanted to get closer and take a sniff.

The young man reached out and patted its head, and it squatted down aside obediently.

Nerga looked at Garlan and blinked meekly like a kitten.

At this moment, the square of the gods was very quiet.

Under the high platform were countless people. Aaron Landis's soldiers, holding silver guns and wearing dark armor, stood upright on the ground.

There are countless people in the distance surrounding the square, watching here.

Looking at the darkness, there is no end in sight.

However, this land where countless people stood was extremely quiet.

Everyone stood quietly, staring at the high platform motionlessly, like countless sculptures standing on the ground.

Garlan looked at the golden crown that was presented to him. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the drop of blood on the lapis lazuli with his fingertips.

The person who led him has reached the end.

Put the throne in his hands.

And he will sit on the throne, succeed that person and move on.

He will take over from that man and guard the land of Aaron Landis.

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The wind howled across the high platform, lifting the young man's long golden hair 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 stone was as red as the crimson Shamash rune on his forehead.

The stone statues of the gods surrounding the high platform were bathed in the sun, their heads slightly lowered, looking down at the throne.

It was as if the gods of Aaron Landis were watching this scene with their own eyes.

All eyes are on you.

Gods witness.

The Young King crowned himself with his own hands.

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The wind howled across thousands of miles of land and arrived at the distant Tweilur Mountains.

The majestic waterfall pours down, splashing on the cliff, scattering fine water droplets.

Layers of clouds and mist linger in the valley, accompanied by a huge roar when the waterfall falls.

A white deer standing at the top of the waterfall.

Water rushed past its hooves.

It stood there quietly, raising its head and looking into the distance.

Its clear, watery gaze seemed to span thousands of miles, staring at the scene where the Young King crowned himself.

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A huge throne stands on a high platform.

The young king wearing a crown stood in front of the throne.

A golden lion stands beside the throne.

On the endless land under the high platform, the dark crowd knelt on the ground and bowed their heads piously to their young new king.

Clouds are floating in the sky, and the sun appears and disappears in the clouds, causing the sunlight falling on the earth to become darker and lighter.

Garlan looked down at the land in front of him, as well as the countless people of Aaron Landis kneeling at his feet.

Aaron Landis.

The country he protects.

Wherever the sun reaches, it is the land of Aaron Landis.

He will never let this majestic country decline bit by bit like in his dream, and eventually disappear forever in the desert sands in the long years.

Aaron Landis will live forever.

The young king sat down on the golden throne.

And the moment Garlan sat on the throne——

Suddenly, the golden lion that had been squatting quietly next to the throne roared.

The roar seemed to tear through the sky.

The sky seemed to be shocked by the lion's roar, and the floating clouds in the sky suddenly stopped. Then, the large white clouds were like white snow under the sun, and they all melted away in the blink of an eye.

The sky was clear and there was not a single cloud in sight.

The sun's rays poured down like a waterfall.

It was as if countless beams of light fell from the sky in an instant and landed on the land of Aaron Landis.

The sun was brighter than ever, as if it had melted all the darkness on the earth.

At the moment when the young king sat on the throne, the light fell down, filling the entire Aaron Landis with the extremely bright light.

Everything in the world was bathed in golden light at this moment.

Like a miracle.

The whole earth fell silent.

Everyone bathed in the light almost held their breath and looked up at the miraculous scene.

——Young man will eventually be king——

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Garlan.

The Restoration King by Aaron Landis.

Aaron Landis is the thirty-sixth king.

His brother Camos died in the war with the invaders Gastards. He ascended the throne at a young age, inherited his brother's legacy and drove the Gastards out of the country.

After that, he launched several expeditions against Canar under the control of the Gastad people, and finally drove the Gastad people completely back to the far north.

...and, according to unofficial history and the ballads passed down, the beauty of this young king's appearance attracted the attention of the world and was unmatched by anyone.

He took the war against the Gastad people as an opportunity to take back the political power scattered in the hands of lords in various places, gradually disintegrated local forces, and established the king's centralization of political and military power.

That was the first embryonic form of centralized power in Aaron Landis's history.

At the same time, during the war, he liberated a large number of slaves in the name of strengthening national strength, which had a great impact on the mainstream slavery at that time.

Aaron Landis therefore surpassed other countries on the continent and abolished slavery first.

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King Garlan.

He is known to the world for his justice and sage.

Everyone was convinced by him.

He was deeply supported and loved by the people of Aaron Landis because of his compassion and love for the people.

Later generations would honor him as the "Wise King".

The author has something to say: In response to the request of some friends who are unclear about the topography, I drew a scribbled topographic map of various countries in the continent.

It seems that the stickers here can only be seen on the computer website, not on mobile phones. Friends who can't see it can also go to my Weibo to see it and search for [Su Wang Like Tianluo Water] to find it.

"Aaron Landis Landform Map"

The red dotted line is the attack and retreat route of the Gastards.

ps: All the cities and terrains whose names appear in the picture have had incidents. Do you still remember those incidents? Hahaha~~

Aaron Landis Landscape

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First of all, thank you to all of you who subscribed, sipped mine shells, spread nutrient solution, and left comments.

Your support is my motivation.

The second part of Thrones is over.

【Youth will eventually be king】

As the name of this piece suggests, this is its main tone.

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The little prince will eventually grow up.

For his brother

For Aaron Landis' future.

He must sit on that throne

I see everyone's heartache

But children will eventually grow up and face the ups and downs of the future.

As written in my article

The sun sets, but when the long night ends, a new sun will rise again.

Now, he has grown up.

There will still be many people by his side, guarding him, and keep going.

Thank you all for accompanying the little prince until now, and take a bow~~ I hope you can always accompany our wise king in the future (laughing).

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This part is finished. The author, who has been working hard to update every day, feels that his body has been drained. He requested to take a break and rest for four or five days before starting the third part_(:3∠)_

The third and final part of Throne has not yet decided on a name.

Anyway, the general content is...

The little prince has come of age, and Mommy allows him to get married...well, no, he can fall in love!

Speaking of which, Helang had to be rejected one last time... huh huh.

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