A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The bright sun hangs high above the sky, and the clear sky is cloudless.

The majestic and magnificent palace stands on the ground, and the high steps make it appear to stand in the clouds.

It stood there, standing tall and magnificent.

On this day, the gate of the palace opened.

Countless people of Aaron Landis poured into it.

In front of the palace hall, the magnificent square that was almost invisible at the end was crowded with people.

Everyone was quiet, no one was loud, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They closed their mouths tightly, stretched their necks, tried to look forward, and hugged the flowers they brought in their arms.

Countless guards wearing silver-black armor stood solemnly on both sides of the square, holding silver guns. The iron armor on them reflected the unique cold and murderous luster of the metal in the sun.

In the middle of the square, that avenue leads to the high platform standing at the end of the square.

Eleven giant gods stand behind the high platform and surround them in a fan shape.

It was a stone statue of the gods of Aaron Landis.

They stood here, bowing their heads slightly, staring at the majestic high platform.

The huge golden throne sits at the top of the platform, and the dazzling golden light dazzles to the extreme.

The lion king, with brown hair like lion's mane, sat on the golden throne with a sword, and the crimson cloak slanted obliquely from his burly shoulder, and fell on the golden seat.

He rested one hand on the armrest of the throne, and the fire-like tiger eyes looked down on the sentient beings below.

Obviously the throne was extremely wide, but when King Camos sat there, he seemed to fill the wide seat, and he couldn't bear the slightest.

Camos.

King of Aaron Landis.

The king of the lion.

He just sat there, and that mighty momentum was enough to overwhelm everything.

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Under the huge trapezoidal platform stacked with topaz, Garland stood in front of the long stone steps.

He looked up and looked above the platform.

Long ago, when he was very young, under the leadership of Brother Camos, he stepped onto the high platform and became the prince of Aaron Landis.

And now, this time, he wants to walk on this high platform by himself.

The sunlight fell and jumped through the young blond hair, reflecting a bright golden light.

The golden hair was braided back a few strands, but the hairline was empty, without a headdress.

The soft blond hair was scattered on the snow-white clothes and fell from the chest. There were a few strands of hair tips intertwined with the gold-embroidered belt wrapped around the waist.

There was silence in the square, only the sound of the wind rang in the sky, and the lion flag with the gold pattern on the red background was flying in the wind.

In the midst of much attention, Gallan stepped forward, walking along the long topaz steps towards the top of the platform.

The carved and carved ornaments of malachite buckle on the cloak on the side of his shoulder.

As he moved forward, the light blue cloak spread out behind him, occasionally flying as the wind blew past.

When the cloak swept up, a golden armband dotted with turquoise peridots appeared on his upper arm, reflecting the golden shimmer.

The teenager moved forward step by step.

The sunlight fell on his face, shining brightly, making it hard to see the front for a while.

Garlan suddenly thought of it. A long time ago, when he first came to this world, he was hesitant and helpless.

At that time, in the whole world, only he did not belong here, only he was a lonely person.

He is alone.

This was the first time, the second, the third, and the fourth, all the time.

In those generations, he never regarded this world as his world.

He always felt that he was just a lone passer-by in this world.

When he completed the so-called tasks assigned to him by the gods, he could return to his own world and continue to live his original life.

At that time, this world was just a dream for him.

He always felt that no one in this world had anything to do with him.

He does not belong here.

He will leave soon.

So even if the gods said that Aaron Landis would eventually go to destruction, he just listened and didn't care.

He never really regarded himself as a member of this world.

As the prince of Aaron Landis, he never regarded himself as Aaron Landis.

He never really cared about the people and things around him.

Perhaps this is the real reason for his miserable losses in his life...

Until this life, he grew up a little bit in this world, he really regarded the people around him as a living person.

Here, everyone is alive, has his own feelings, and has his own emotions.

At first, he chose to escape from the palace because of fear of Heymus, but also because of rebellious feelings in his heart, he did not want to continue to be a **** of the gods, but also because he felt that he was not qualified to sit on this throne.

He wanted the throne, selfishly for himself.

He had always just thought that he could leave this world after successfully ascending the throne, but never thought about what would happen to Aaron Landis after that.

At that time, he was very confused. He didn't know what he could do and what he should do when he really became king... so he could only escape in confusion...

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On the last stone step, Gallan stood at the top of the platform and stood in front of King Camos.

He raised his head, and his bright golden eyes stared straight at his King Camos.

He is no longer confused.

He remembered the people who guarded him.

He knew that the people he wanted to protect.

Also, Aaron Landis, the kingdom he wanted to protect.

The teenager leaned over and landed on one knee.

The light blue cloak vacated for a moment as he knelt down, and then fell softly to surround him.

King Camos got up from the throne and walked to Garland.

A servant knelt aside, holding a red damask disc in both hands, and held it high above his head.

The bright red grease is contained in the cyan jade box.

King Camos pressed his finger down, staining his entire fingertip. Then, he pressed his bright red index finger on Garran's forehead, and drew a bright red drop on his white brow.

"Gallan."

At this moment, King Camos's complexion and voice were solemn and unprecedented.

"At any time, don't forget that you are the crown prince of Aaron Landis and the future king of Aaron Landis."

The crown of a laurel leaf carved from lapis lazuli encased in red brocade twisted with gold wire has been held in the hands of King Camos.

Under bright sunlight

Under the spotlight

Under the gaze of the statues of the gods surrounding the tower

auzw.com The crown of laurel, which symbolizes kingship, was gently worn on Galland’s blond hair by the lion king.

The next second, Crown Prince Aaron Landis, wearing a laurel wreath, got up.

He turned around and stood on the high platform, looking down on the crowd.

The bright sunlight fell on him, and the golden laurel crown and his golden hair radiated against each other.

At this moment, the crunch of countless sounds sounded on the vast square.

Countless knights with bright armor standing on the square pulled out the long sword at the waist at almost the same time.

Countless unsheathed swords pointed to the sky, glaring their eyes brightly.

That was a silent oath.

The black guards standing on both sides of the square slammed and raised the silver gun in their hands.

Zheng Liang's spear pointed to the sky, like a silver-white forest full of killing breath.

Then, with a loud bang, all the silver guns knocked heavily on the ground at the same time.

The whole earth seemed to shake at this moment.

And in this shock, the guards leaned forward and fell on one knee,

Wow, wow, that's the sound of the knights' armor shaking.

Everyone leaned over, one by one, one by one, like a domino, spreading out in all directions.

Everyone on the square, with one hand on his chest, kneeled down on one knee and lowered his head deeply, toward the high platform, towards their new master.

In an instant, no one stood in the awe-inspiring square.

Prince Aaron Landis has been born.

Everyone must be loyal to him, as loyal to King Camos.

There was silence on the Square of the Gods, but the people outside the square were commotion.

They watched with excitement the king standing on the high platform and the crown prince. When the young prince raised his hand to the crowd, they gave a loud cheer.

"King Camos, the king of the lions!"

"Prince Garland--"

"The glory of the gods is above!"

"King Camos, my hero of Aaron Landis, may the gods bless you forever!"

"Gallan, my crown prince of Aaron Landis!"

"His Royal Highness--"

"May you lead me to Aaron Landis to glory--"

The bursts of cheers came from all directions and converged on the originally quiet square. They echoed in the high sky, one after another, echoing in the square for a long time.

The crowd threw the flowers in their arms into the sky. They were stopped outside the square. No matter how hard they tried, the flowers could only be thrown on the side of the square.

However, at this moment, a sudden gust of wind came,

This violent gust of wind tossed the people into the flowers in the sky, rolled the countless petals into the sky, and then scattered in the square.

In the reverberating cheers, among the petals falling like rain, Gallan stood on the high platform.

The wind blew over, carrying a white petal, and passed silently across his cheek.

Inexplicably, his heart suddenly moved.

For no reason, he turned his head and looked away.

The cool wind from the north swept across his face and lifted his strands of golden hair.

He looked at the north.

The wind roared in his ears, as if bringing something intangible and palpitation from there...

That unclear breath...

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It was an endless snow plateau. It was covered by snow and ice, and the cold wind raged over it.

The wind and the snow roared, and large flakes of snowflakes were torn by the strong wind, spinning wildly in the sky.

At a glance, there are only continuous ice and snow mountains.

The biting snow white is the only color of this land.

A huge castle stands on top of this snow field, stands in a violent blizzard, and the whole is made of large pieces of gray and white boulders.

This is a rugged and majestic castle.

It stands majesticly in the snow. The thick columns and sharp vaults give a thick and firm feeling, and the thick stone walls freeze in the snow. It is firmly rooted in the ground, and the roaring snowstorm will not let it shake.

The thick gate of the castle was tightly closed.

The icy wind secretly sneaked into the gap of the closed door with a snowflake, blowing into it.

In the empty hall, thick stone pillars support the roof sky. The inside of the castle is still rough and rough, with huge stones, and almost no decorative objects can be seen.

The only decoration is the thick blanket on the cold stone floor.

The sharp axe and sword blade hung on the stone wall of the castle, with a deep sigh, revealing a chill.

The hall is very bright, because the four corners of the hall have a huge stone fireplace that is more than three meters high.

The blazing flames were burning in the fireplace, reflecting the hall in fiery red.

At the end of the hall is a huge throne made of black iron.

It is completely dark, refracting the cold black luster of metal under the fire.

The thick snow-white fur lay on the throne of black iron, and some people sat on it.

Behind the dark throne, a tall stone wall erected.

A huge white bear's head was nailed to the stone wall, his eyes were wide open, and the blood basin was wide open, exposing sensuous fangs, which made people frightened at a glance.

The young man sat quietly on the throne of black iron, his eyes closed slightly, his hands on the armrests on both sides.

The fluffy snow-white fur wrapped around his neck, making his skin more like snow.

The silvery white hair glowing like light was scattered in the corners of his slender eyes, like thin silver velvet.

Even when his eyes were closed, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, revealing a sharp sense of sharpness.

The burning fire in the fireplace reflected on his handsome cheeks.

Suddenly, the cold wind blowing secretly through the cracks of the door swept across his cheeks, and the crystal snowflakes wiped his eyes silently.

He opened his eyes.

His eyes are faint purple, like purple crystals frozen in ice and snow.

His eyes were cold and he had no feelings, but the depths of his eyes seemed to be raging all the time.

At this moment, for no reason, he looked in a certain direction.

"What's wrong, prince?"

Below, an old man wrapped in a fur coat holding a thick book in his mouth asked.

Sitting on the Black Iron Throne, the indifferent young man did not answer, but just looked at the front, his eyes cold and deep.

...At that moment, the sudden heart palpitations...

That wind seems to bring some indescribable fate in the world...

The author has something to say: 　　 The broken gear of fate begins to crunch and turn...

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