A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 165. Chapter 165

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

The majestic and majestic palace stands above the ground, and the high stairs make it seem to rise above the clouds.

It stands there, majestic and majestic.

On this day, the door of the palace was opened.

Countless people of Aaron Landis poured into it.

The outside of the magnificent square with almost no end in front of the palace hall was crowded with people.

Everyone was quiet, no one was making noise, and they didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

They closed their mouths tightly, craned their necks, looked forward hard, and hugged the flowers they had brought in their arms.

Countless guards dressed in silver and black armor stood solemnly on both sides of the square, holding silver guns. The iron armor on their bodies reflected the cold and solemn luster of metal in the sunlight.

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

Thirteen huge statues of gods stood behind the high platform, surrounded in a fan shape.

It is 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 on the top of the high platform, and the dazzling golden light is dazzling to the extreme.

The lion king with brown hair like a lion’s mane sits boldly on the golden throne, the crimson cloak slanting down from his burly shoulders and falls on the golden seat.

He put one hand on the armrest of the throne, and his eyes looked down at the sentient beings below.

Obviously the throne was extremely wide, but when King Camos sat there, it seemed to fill the wide seat, and could not accommodate any more.

Camos.

King of Aaron Landis.

The king of the lion.

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

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Under the huge trapezoidal platform made of topaz, Garlan stood in front of the long stone steps.

He raised his head and looked on the high platform.

A long time ago, when he was still very young, under the leadership of Brother Camos, he stepped onto this high platform and became the prince of Aaron Landis.

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

The sun fell, jumping in the young golden hair, reflecting the bright golden light.

The golden hair was braided back a few strands, but there was nothing on the hair, without a headdress.

The soft blond hair was draped on the snow-white clothes and dropped from his chest. The ends of the hair were entangled with the gold embroidered belt around the waist.

The square was silent, only the whistling wind sounded in the sky, and the red lion flag with gold patterns was flying in the wind.

In the eyes of the public, Garlan stepped forward and walked along the long topaz stone steps to the top of the high platform.

An ornament carved from malachite is buckled on the cloak on one side of his shoulder.

As he walked forward, the light blue cloak spread out behind him, and occasionally flew up for a moment when the wind blew.

When the cloak swept up, the golden arm ring dotted with turquoise olive gems was exposed on his upper arm, reflecting the golden shimmer.

The teenager moved forward step by step.

The sun fell on his face, shining brightly, making it difficult to see the front.

Gallan suddenly remembered that long ago, when he first came to this world, his hesitation and helplessness.

At that time, in the whole world, he was the only one who didn’t belong here, only he was a lonely person.

He is alone.

This is the first time, the second time, the third time, the fourth time, and it has always been the case.

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

He always felt that he was just a lonely traveler in this world.

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

At that time, this world is 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 to it and didn’t care about it.

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

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

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

Perhaps this is the real reason for his miserable losses in those lifetimes…

It wasn’t until this life that he grew up in this world little by little, that he truly regarded the people around him as living people.

Here, everyone is alive, with their own feelings and their own emotions.

At the beginning, he chose to escape from the palace because he was afraid of Heimos, because of his rebellious mood, and he did not want to continue to be the pawn of the gods, and even more because he felt that he was not qualified to sit on this throne.

He wanted the throne selfishly for himself.

He had always thought that after successfully ascending to the throne, he would be able to leave the world, but he never thought about what Aaron Landis would do after that.

At that time, he was very confused. He didn’t know what he could do and what to do after he really became the king… So he could only escape in the confusion…

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Stepping up the last stone steps, Garlan stood at the top of the high platform, standing in front of King Camos.

He raised his head, his bright golden eyes looked directly at King Camos who was watching him.

He is no longer confused.

He remembered the people who guarded him.

He knows the people he wants to protect.

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

The boy leaned over and landed on one knee.

The pale blue cloak followed his kneeling ground for a moment, then fell softly, surrounding him.

King Camos stood up from the throne and walked to Garlan’s body.

An attendant knelt aside, holding a red brocade-covered disk in both hands, holding it high above his head.

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

King Camos pressed his finger down and dyed his entire fingertips red. Then, he pressed his bright red index finger on Gallan’s forehead, and drew a scarlet scar on the center of his white eyebrows.

“Gallan.”

At this moment, King Camos’s face and voice were solemn and solemn like never before.

“No matter when, don’t forget that you are the prince of Aaron Landis and the future king of Aaron Landis.”

The crown of laurel leaves carved with gold threads on the lapis lazuli in the red brocade has been held in the hands of King Camos.

Under bright sunlight

Under the eyes of everyone

Under the gaze of the stone statues of the gods surrounding the high platform

The laurel crown symbolizing kingship was gently put on Garlan’s golden hair by the Lion King.

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

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

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

At this moment, countless clattering sounds sounded over the vast square.

The countless knights standing on the square in bright armor pulled out the long swords on their waists almost at the same moment.

The innumerable unsheathed sharp swords pointed to the sky, brightly scorching people’s eyes.

That is a silent vow.

The black guards standing on both sides of the square banged, and raised the silver guns in their hands.

The sharp spear pointed at the sky, like a silver-white forest full of murderous breath.

Then, with a loud bang, all the silver guns slammed to the ground at the same time.

The whole earth seemed to shake at this moment.

And in the midst of this shaking, the guards leaned over and fell to the ground with one knee.

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

Everyone leaned over, one by one, one by one, like dominoes, spreading in all directions.

All the people on the square, with one hand on their chest, knelt on one knee, bowed their heads deeply, toward the high platform, toward their new master.

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

The crown prince of Aaron Landis has been born.

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

There was silence in the Plaza of the Gods, but the people surrounding the square were in a commotion.

They looked with excitement at the king standing on the high platform and the crown prince. When the young crown prince raised his hand to everyone, they let out loud cheers.

“King Camos, the lion king!”

“Prince Garland–”

“The glory of the gods is above!”

“King Camos, my hero of Aaron Landis, may the gods protect you forever!”

“Gallan, my prince of Aaron Landis!”

“His Royal Highness–”

“May you lead me Aaron Landis to glory—”

Those cheers came from all directions and gathered over the originally quiet square. They echoed high in the sky, one after another, reverberating over the square for a long time.

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

However, at this moment, suddenly, a gust of wind roared,

This rush of gust of wind tore the flowers thrown by the people into the sky, and rolled the countless petals into the sky, and then scattered in the square one after another.

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

The wind blew over, carrying a snow-white petal, and passing by his cheek silently.

Inexplicably, his heart moved suddenly.

Unable to tell why, he tilted his head and looked into the distance.

The cool wind whizzing from the north swept across his face, picking up a strand of his golden hair.

He looked north.

The sound of the wind whizzed in his ears, as if it was bringing something invisible and palpitating from there…

That unknown breath…

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It was an endless snow plateau, it was covered by ice and snow, and icy winds were raging in the sky.

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

At first glance, there are only continuous stretches of ice and snowy mountains.

The bitter white is the only color of this land.

A huge castle stands on this snowy field, standing in the violent wind and snow, and the whole is made of large gray-white boulders.

This is a rough and majestic castle.

It stands majestically in the white snow, the thick columns and sharp vaults give people a feeling of heavy and firmness, and the thick stone walls are frozen in the snow and ice. It is firmly rooted in the ground, and the roaring blizzard can’t shake it any more.

The thick gates of the castle were closed tightly.

The icy wind carried a piece of snowflakes sneaking into the gap of the closed door and blowing into it.

In the empty hall, thick stone pillars prop up the sky of the roof. The interior of the castle is still as rough as the exterior, made of huge stones, and there is almost no decoration.

The only decoration is the thick blanket on the icy stone ground.

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

The hall is very bright, because there is a huge stone fireplace over three meters high in the four corners of the hall.

The raging flames burned in the fireplace, reflecting the hall a fiery red.

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

It is pitch black all over, reflecting the cold black luster of metal under the firelight.

The thick snow-white fur is spreading on this black iron throne, and someone is sitting on it.

Behind the Dark Throne, a tall stone wall was erected.

The head of a huge white bear nailed to the stone wall, glaring wide open, and the blood basin opened wide, revealing its fangs, which made people frightened at the first glance.

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

The fluffy snow-white fur surrounds his neck, making his skin more and more snow-like.

The shiny silver-white hair scattered around his slender eyes, like thin silver velvet.

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

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

Suddenly, the cold wind blowing in secretly from the crack of the gate passed his cheeks, and the crystal snowflakes passed his eyes silently.

He opened his eyes.

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

His eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion, but deep in his eyes, it seemed that a blizzard was raging all the time.

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

“What’s the matter, prince?”

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

Sitting on the Black Iron Throne, the indifferent young man did not answer, but looked forward, his eyes hard and deep.

…At that moment, a sudden heart palpitations…

That wind, as if to bring some unspeakable fate…

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The broken gears of fate began to crunch…

Close the door and put the boss