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"Kara..."

　　 "Kara...Kara..." I can't tell what the sound is. Hearing the sound in my ears seems to penetrate the body and rush into the soul, making people tremble here. The desolate wild wind whimpered from the white walls of the holy city, and the white snow drifted with the wind, breaking the sky into pieces. Layers upon layers covered the earth. Looking from a distance, if the silver dress was wrapped, the land was desolate. It's not late at night, it's just dusk, but the bleakness of the sky is the same as the dark night, giving people a heavy feeling, as if they were overwhelmed and out of breath. The huge outline of the silver holy city is as majestic as a giant beast on the ground. In the highest temple of the holy city, the towering altar is formed into a seven-pointed shape, and the whole body is pitch black. , In the whimpering wind blowing from the temple, there is such a karakala sound, scattered into the distance, with a primitive roughness, with a special charm.

　　 "What the **** is this world..." The hoarse murmur floated out from the towering altar of the temple, seeming to merge with the wind, vaguely indistinguishable.

　　 "It's snow!"

　　 "How can the holy city see snow, the temperature here is all above 20 degrees"

　　 "What the **** is the Prophet doing!"

　　 "Today is the day when monarchs from all sides gather in the Holy City. What is the prophet doing?"

　　 Immediately after various private discussions, snowflakes roared from all directions and gathered together, making the sky tremble! Everyone was stunned. There was no more snow falling in the sky. All the snowflakes condensed to form a huge unrecognized symbol. The high platform of the temple hissed up to the sky, and the voice was stern, so that everyone who heard it was immediately attentive. Zhen, as if to be torn apart by this sound. Although everyone couldn't see it, but unexpectedly felt that a soaring breath struggling directly towards the sky and rushing towards the sky, like a wild meteor piercing the sky, seemed to blast a hole in the sky and open up a hope. Rumble, roar and whirl, as if some force hit an invisible diaphragm somewhere

　　恩恩, the sky and the earth vibrate, and the humming sound spreads to all directions

"Puff..." A mouthful of blood stained the high platform ground. At the center of the top of the temple, a middle-aged man in a purple robe shook his body. He muttered and opened his eyes, full of enthusiasm. In front of him was a sphere the size of a football, exuding white light, and his right hand was holding a pair of things that looked like parchment, and small yellow light spots were scattered on the parchment. He looked at the sky silently with hollow eyes, for a long time, for a long time, and sighed.

"Is this your answer to me..." The middle-aged man looked angry and threw the parchment in his hand on the ground. His figure was markedly bleak on the towering temple platform, blending with this voice, revealing a voice. The sad loneliness and decline.

　　 "I am a prophet, the world I see, you can't see..."

　　 "You... can't see..."

　　 "I will not give up, I will definitely find my way up! If there is hope, where is the hope? If there is no hope, why let me build this holy city!!"

　　 The voice was mad, almost hysterical, roaring in nine days. Below the temple, there are dense figures lying on the ground at this moment. They are male and female, wearing white holy city sacrificial robes. They surround the altar, densely densely packed, but there is enthusiasm emerging, like on the altar. One word, they can give everything for it.

　　The wind is bigger. "Since you let me see it, there must be hope, but where is the hope..." The hoarse voice on the altar was bitter, containing sorrow, and it lasted for a long time. The voice suddenly became louder, and I don't know what method was used, but I saw the wind and clouds in the sky changed, and white snowflakes began to fall.

Sunlight is drawn in from the large glass windows, and a long light and shadow are dragged in the huge reading room of the library of the Temple of Gettyam. The quaint long cross table is covered with pits and pits that have been eroded by the years. The long table has thirty chairs side by side, and there are thirty such long tables. In the middle of the hall, the white coat of arms of the Temple of the Order of the Kingdom is still eye-catching, just because the smoke and war are far away, it looks even more Like a huge curtain

　　 White Luoan Library

　　 This huge building with a blue dome on the south side of Getayam, with a length of three hundred meters and a width of 300 meters, is the news from the Southern Intelligence Department of the once-temple empire that the special envoy of the Red Dragon Temple is about to arrive at Getayam.

The library of the main hall of the Knights preserves even more temple documents than the holy capital that has experienced several wars. It’s just that under the current prevailing imperial business culture, the library that used to be the temple where rituals gathered is already a human being. Luo Que, a huge reading room with broad feet that can accommodate 900 people, at this moment there are only a few dozen people

These are business school students who are interested in the history of the mission country. Most of these young people in the imperial blue business school robes are children of major chambers of commerce. With a curiosity mindset, few people really study these documents carefully. Sometimes someone makes a few low shouts or whispers to each other. There are men and women among these people, and they often don’t take a long time. I started to chat with each other about some interesting things that happened recently, as if it was treated as a free communication place. The administrators were not surprised at this situation. If it was before, no one would dare to make a loud noise here, but now, as long as These empires don’t need to take away the documents.

Of course, occasionally there will be one or two unexpected guests. For example, the black-haired young man sitting next to the long French windows on the east side is flipping through the map of the Great Plains of the Holy Capital. Even at this time, the Holy Capital The plain area is also classified as classified. It is controlled by the imperial military. The black-haired youth can get it. Naturally, there is a letter from the imperial military. The black-haired youth sits there alone, quietly like a statue.

"It's been an hour, and that person has hardly moved. Are soldiers all made of wood and can do nothing but kill people?" Several young people in the Chamber of Commerce who were teasing looked at the dark-haired youth. For the soldiers, They were full of curiosity, and a joking young woman said, "If this is the case, it would be miserable. At the banquet tonight, my father invited several military officers, and my father asked me to entertain. If they are all such boring people, How boring that would be"

　　 "In fact, this is not all true. As far as I know, there are still many active and funny officers." The woman's companion said, "For example, Captain Lara Xisu of the garrison is a very pleasant person."

　　 "La Rasisu? That excellent officer who has been praised by His Majesty in the rumor? That is indeed a beautiful man of heart!"

Hearing the comments of young men and women, a blond man sitting in the seat on the left at the entrance of the library bowed his head hesitantly. He was Lalassisu, the captain of the regional garrison regiment. He also just got the order to come. The library is responsible for security work, because wearing casual clothes and deliberately lowering the hat make it impossible for people who are not very familiar to recognize it for a while.

　　 "This is an important protection mission. The protection target is a special envoy from a certain country to negotiate." The official who delivered the order did not seem to be very clear. The order was temporary.

　　 "Why did the special envoy go to the White Luoan Library?" Lara Xisu once asked his Shangguan, and all he got was Shangguan's blank eyes

There has been news that a certain large chamber of commerce from the empire has taken a fancy to the library. In a few months, the library may no longer exist. The era of the temple is over. Those who used to be here are full of faces. The Templars who read the literature devoutly either died on the battlefield, or they were completely disappointed in the temple and announced their withdrawal from the Knights Templar. The times are like this, like the tide coming, like the ebb tide, only unchanged The setting sun is still so lazy. Although Kakashisu complains in her heart, she also feels a little bit emotional.

"The holy capital is a city for one year and a capital for ten years. The city is located in a low-lying plain, wet and rainy, and there are more swamps nearby. It can not only irrigate fertile land, raise fish for food, but also serve as a three-sided east, west, and north during wartime. Natural barrier. The unique water conservancy system makes the Shengdu Great Plains into a grain-producing area in one fell swoop. The Shengdu built a city wall with a circumference of 12 miles, the wall is 15 meters high, the thickest is 8 meters, and the thinnest is 3 meters. It is divided into two parts: inner and outer city. Servings..."

　　Nalin is the Gridtaea who entered in the evening, and naturally flashed through the Red Dragon Temple's description of Gridtaea. She is the best cartographer in the Gulf of Aden and has the ability to remember

It was the first time that she came to the third largest city outside the holy capital. The commercial wind blowing on her face was different from the withered holy capital that had just passed by. First of all, there were countless lanterns, some hanging in the shop residences. Some of the gates are held in the hands of pedestrians. They have all kinds of styles. They are wonderfully colorful, brilliant and dazzling. The girls in colorful skirts are all dressed up in splendid fashion. The imperial attire and the ecclesiastical style pearl top hat are more full. The customs of different places, laughter and joy, one after another, the city gate avenue overflowing with shops, in the crowded streets, the advantage of having the special horse team of the Imperial Southern Intelligence Department to open the way comes out, all the oncoming carriages are in the same direction. The sides spread out, and a big road leads straight ahead

　　 The warm atmosphere around made Na Lin feel a little out of place, she remembered the scene when she left Aden, it was also bustling

　　 That’s right, it’s just lively,

In order to attract the attention of the people, boost the morale of the people in the country, and recover from the major blow, the Red Dragon ordered the Gulf of Aden to hold a half-month celebration. Although it is the same joy, there is a kind of poverty. The unreal feeling of being drunk. After all, the Red Dragon Palace is not a secular kingship. If the Red Dragon Palace wants to completely control Aden, it must bring the original Aden nobles into their own camp. Now the war with the empire that can most touch the nerves of the Aden nobles, all Everyone knows that Aden has already suffered a crushing defeat, and the imperial army once again presses the territory, whether it can be stopped is two different things.

It is said that the emperor of the empire is doing great work at the southern estuary of Eero to build a bridgehead to permanently attack the Gulf of Aden area. Every day, countless fleets full of weapons and materials enter the Eero River, continuously transporting the most elite weapons of the empire to Egypt. In southern Luo, everyone can feel that the next offensive of the empire will not be just a tentative attack of 20,000 people, but a war of destruction of at least 100,000 people!

　　 "The Gulf of Aden must immediately assemble and prepare for war, and expand its troops by at least 500,000, otherwise the country will be destroyed."

Let the generals of the military scream louder than the sky. Faced with the bankrupted palace finances and nearly emptied soldiers, they barely managed to recruit 150,000 people. The Red Dragon Palace used its powerful religious influence in the country. I urge the people across the country to donate. Although more than two million donations have been raised, the demand for the expansion of 500,000 soldiers is far from enough.

"This is totally impossible to fight. The army is in the field. I am afraid that even the first wave of the imperial army will not be able to stop it. If we choose to stick to it, our army will be defeated by the imperial army one by one. The 200,000 army against 20,000 people The imperial army failed to win. Now that the imperial force has increased fivefold, and its own forces have shrunk, this war is even closer. The generals are faced with almost desperate sand table exercises.

　　 Up and down the Gulf of Aden, there was an atmosphere of death and decadence, but no one dared to stand up and talk about peace with the empire.

　　The empire is already on the line, everyone does not want to die! Let the Red Dragon Palace try it! The situation is no longer what it used to be. In the past, Aden had a strong army and had the capital to negotiate. Now the domestic army has lost all the losses and the navy has suffered heavy losses. If you want to get the empire to agree to negotiate, the Gulf of Aden is afraid that it will no longer be able to come up with such a bargaining chip. The Dragon Palace can do a little bit, the Aden noble faction that originally opposed the Red Dragon Palace will also choose to support the Red Dragon Palace!

　　 A bargaining chip that can fascinate the imperial emperor. After many discussions at the upper level of the Red Dragon Palace, some people proposed cede the thirteen desert oasis for peace talks, and others proposed cede the southern half to the empire. Anyway, those places have been completely destroyed by the slaves of the riots. . . . . . Most people think that if you want the empire to cease war, you must cede the land. Only the high priest himself made a decision that everyone could not think of, and used the map of the holy city in exchange for peace with the empire.

　　 "This thing can really make the emperor agree to a truce?

Even if it was related to the original prophet, after all, more than a hundred years have passed. The imperial emperor might not believe this." The senior officials of the Red Dragon Palace were in an uproar. The imperial emperor knew that the holy city did not catch a cold. It is the ruins of a holy city with immense temptation. The emperor always runs far away. How can it be possible to agree to peace talks now because of the holy city drawings?

　　 From the data, it was rumored that Prophet Ferran built the holy city, in fact, because of the guidance of some mysterious force, but without knowing why, the prophet Ferran suddenly abandoned the holy city. . . . . The black-haired young man closed the document in his hand with a deep gaze. He can now be sure that Prophet Feilan opened the gene lock and shuttled to this era. It is definitely not accidental. From the description of the holy city in the archives, Du Yu has made an amazing discovery. tower! Feilan wanted to build an aura tower by himself, as expected to be the Prophet Feilan, but failed. . . Or it can’t be said to be a failure. The Holy City has indeed become a tool for hoarding huge auras, but I don’t know that Feilan spent countless efforts to build the Holy City, but finally gave up for some reason.

　　 The carriage turned to the southern end of the city, stopped at the wheels of the White Luoan Library, and a pretty tall figure walked down the steps

　　 "Hello Miss Nalin!"

　　Nalin was stunned to see An Locke in a black dress standing at the entrance of the library, UU reading www.uukanshu.com affectionately took her arm, and ignored her wishes in the tone of an old friend, while walking.

　　 "Why do you arrive so late? If it is later, I will order the execution of those who **** along the way" Enkelo's tone is cold, arrogant, strong, concise and exaggerating.

　　 To cooperate with her arrogant and arrogant air that came out of her bones, even though Na Lin was once an opponent with her, it was difficult for her to speak badly for a while.

　　" Your Majesty was waiting inside. Miss Nalin came with me. "Ancoluo looked sincerely and took Nalin’s hand.

The library door was pushed open, and two beauties walked in hand in hand. Nalin's chestnut hair and brown eyes made people know that she was a beauty in Aden, full of vitality and anger, and made people feel this charming appearance. The blood flowing inside must be wild blood,

　　 And Encoluo's face is even more bright, a pair of bright eyes embedded deep under the two curved eyebrows, like two pools of fragrant spirits, the bath is amazingly attractive and sultry. Under the delicate bridge of the nose are soft and full of character red cherry lips, which adds a bit of mischief to the cake.

　　 "Which chamber of commerce is this?"

　　 "Never saw it!"

　　 Under everyone’s stunned eyes, the two women sat down opposite the black-haired youth

　　 greeted the dark-haired young man's bright and sharp eyes, even Na Lin felt a trance. Could the holy city drawings really have such a huge attraction that they directly brought the Emperor to come!