Realm of Power

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The first month of the establishment of the Falcon Empire was spent in peace and stability. After defeating Rieldian and Nod, who occupied the center of the continent, the empire's territory has completely covered the central and southern parts of the entire Ikadiva. In the more remote and chilly northern grasslands, the Dongting people, as subjects of the empire, fulfilled their responsibilities very loyally under the dual considerations of interests and nationalism.

30,000 well-equipped Dongting cavalry drawn from various tribes responded to the empire's call to form a border defense force and were organized into the Falcon Empire's Eastern Grassland Cavalry Corps at the border of the northern grasslands. They blocked the north of the empire like a barrier, and also like a high-hanging sword, intimidating the empire's restless neighbors in the north, the cold land people

In the south of the empire, in the newly unified island country of Sarand, the rebellion of Risarlan was quelled in less than a day under the heavy pressure of His Majesty the Falcon. Although this civil strife resulted in 5,300 The Rissalans died, 36,000 of them were captured by the imperial army, and 350,000 ordinary citizens of Rissalan were terrified, but a bloody war was avoided.

At the end of May, after issuing a series of amnesty orders for the rebels, two infantry flag regiments of the Southern Army of the Empire marched into the city of Rissalan, the source of the unrest in the south.

On the day of entering the city, in front of hundreds of thousands of Rissalans who were pale and waiting for the judgment of their fate, the Southern Governor Statuenko walked up the steps of the City Hall, and with a stern look, he loudly read out the amnesty order signed by His Majesty the Falcon, indicating that no matter who they were, no matter what their identity was, from now on, they were all subjects protected by the Empire. As long as they abided by the Imperial decrees and obeyed the Imperial conscription, the Empire would treat them equally.

In order to show the Empire's measure, the Southern Governor Statuenko first ordered the release of the two rebel leaders captured in the Battle of Umuto City in court, and then ordered the city gates to be opened]\u003c Pen Literature \u003e/\u003c Pen Literature \u003e/Let 15,000 Sarande slaves imprisoned by the Normans in Suanco enter the city. Seeing a group of ragged but spirited compatriots pouring in from the open city gate, the whole city cheered for a while]

Countless Sarande people rushed to the direction of the city gate, shouting loudly, with fiery eyes and tears, looking for the shadows of their relatives among these rescued people,

"Brother, brother, father, son" countless shouts with tears in their eyes, crying with joy in the embrace of their relatives. The Sarande people who did not find their relatives, after countless times of looking back, finally looked very unnatural and lost on their faces. The scene in front of them was too stimulating for them. Many people squatted on the ground and cried. Two kinds of crying with different emotional contents mixed together in this vicissitudes of life city, as if the whole city was crying

But the hunter The announcement of the Eagle Army ignited the fire of hope in their hearts. In order to recover more Sarandes and save the subjects of the empire, the empire decided to expand to the southern seas, aiming directly at the distant Obarro continent, and announced that it would accept the registration of Sarandes. No matter what your purpose is, every participant will receive a considerable resettlement fee. If he establishes merit in the war, he will also receive the same rewards and honors as other subjects of the empire.

2 gold coins per person, which is definitely a huge sum of money in the eyes of the oppressed southern Sarandes. Of course, the empire will not tell the Sarandes that this money is actually the war compensation of the Normandy people. Only one-fifth of it is enough to quickly form a Sarande army of 50,000 people.

Countless excited Sarande young people began to rush to the recruitment office. It seems that they have forgotten that just a few days ago they They are still enemies of the Empire, and what they are scrambling to do now is to become the most loyal warriors of the Empire. They have all kinds of dreams and are eager to join the newly established Imperial Navy.

The older Sarand people did not stop the impulse of the young people. They just looked at these young people with eager eyes. War is a gamble of life and death, but the Sarand people have been suppressed for too long, and the accumulated resentment has burst out with unbelievable enthusiasm.

They were originally prepared to welcome the butcher knife of the Falcon Army, but they didn't expect that the relatives they thought they would never see again would come.

"Long live, long live the Empire"

I don't know who shouted the first sentence, and then more people shouted, countless raised fists and sincere faces, so that the Southern Governor Statuenko standing on the steps of the City Hall was also somewhat shocked. Unexpectedly,

He waved to the enthusiastic people around him and looked into the distance, which seemed to be where the sun rose, and also the horizon of the continent of Obaro.

On a mountain road leading to the Temple of the High Priest of Sidon, a black carriage, escorted by hundreds of black-armored cavalrymen, slowly drove into the old and mottled stone gate of the temple on the top of the mountain. The elm wheels of the carriage stopped in front of the steps covered with pebbles in the front hall of the temple. A serious-looking guard officer hurriedly ran up to open the door, revealing the fat man's somewhat honest and angry face.

"How is the High Priest Parskina now?" The fat man looked a little anxious. He got off the carriage and asked, "What is going on? Why did such a thing happen in your jurisdiction? This is a serious dereliction of duty. If the high priest has any problems, I will take your head."

The young Guards officer had sweat streaming down his forehead. In front of the fat man's anger, he opened his mouth several times without making a sound. He didn't know why High Priest Palstina, who had been living in the temple for a long time, suddenly fell ill. He collapsed on the observatory. Because he could not know the specific situation, the guards responsible for guarding the temple could only report the assassination of the high priest.

"Your Majesty)" With an earnest and seductive voice, Grand Duchess Nile appeared at the door at the top of the steps, dragging a long aqua dress and surrounded by several maids. Her delicate and beautiful face looked anxious. Throw it into the fat man's arms and put it in his mouth Crying intermittently, "It's a curse. The teacher is not suffering from the so-called plague, but the curse of the Sky Saints of all generations. This is a secret that everyone in the Sky Temple knows. If the Saint loses her treasured things, she will suffer Death by Curse"

"Nonsense, I absolutely don't believe there is such a thing." The fat man interrupted Nilai angrily. For a modern person like him, he doesn't believe in curses. Everything is based on science. If the curse If he could kill people, he would have been cursed to death by his opponents countless times. Besides, what are the so-called treasures? This is a very thought-provoking question, and it is also difficult to explain.

"Does the teacher have someone he likes?" When the guards all retreated, the fat man asked Nilai with an ugly expression. Nilai was stunned for a moment, then a blush flashed on her cheeks.

"Bah, what nonsense are you talking about? The mentor has always been very protective. You have seen the Star Map before. It is the Earth Star Map tattooed on the back of the saints of the past." Nilai gave the fat man a strange look.

"Star map? That one will also be lost?" Thinking of the beauty that night, the jade-smooth shoulders, and the identity of Saint Parstina, the fat man's old face turned red.

"Why not?" Nilai opened her eyes wide and said extremely seriously. "The Earth Star Map is a sacred object of the Sky Temple. It was lost in order to avoid war, so it was made in two copies. One is in the Earth Temple. The other copy was tattooed on the back of the elected saint. The copy of the Earth Temple had been stolen by the Normans. The copy on the mentor's body was already the final Earth Star Map.

But because the tattoo dye is only valid for 15 years, that is to say, as soon as the validity period expires, the star map on the mentor will disappear. Next year is the 15-year period, which means that the star map on the mentor will no longer be available. If there is such a thing, how can we pass on this sacred object to the next generation?"

The fat man blinked, but he still didn't understand what Nilai meant.

"It's up to me to explain to Your Majesty." At this time, a familiar and clear voice appeared on the side of the door. Sky Priest Palstina walked out from behind a curtain at the side door in a loose robe.

After not seeing each other for half a month, the beautiful priestess has become thinner and thinner, probably because she is worried about the war in the south. Her figure was originally very graceful, but now she looks like an otherworldly fairy. ,

The traces of years and time almost left no trace on her pale but wrinkle-free face, which is as beautiful as the bright moon. A woman who is almost 30 years old looks only a little older than Nilai who is in her early 20s. , the two women standing together are like two extremely beautiful sisters standing together,

The only difference may be the difference in the eyes. Nilai's eyes are clear and bright, with a watery feeling, giving people a dreamy beauty. Having her is like having a charming dream.

But Parstina's eyes are indifferent, like the four seasons of the earth. Let the years pass by, and everything can be seen. You can see it, but you always feel that you can't catch it, just like the clouds floating in the sky, naturally, as you go, beauty,

"Teacher, you are not." The fat man stared dumbfoundedly as Parstina sat down gracefully on the chair opposite him, her broad robe lying on the floor, revealing a bit of soul-stirring laziness. Next to her, Nilai looked like she had been caught. The short little girl suddenly became very unnatural. It seemed that deceiving her most beloved man was not an easy task for the Grand Duchess.

"Teacher, can you tell me what's going on?" The fat man saw that Parstina was safe, and he didn't want to argue with Nilai, so he asked softly.

"I'm sorry, in order to deceive His Majesty, I asked Nilai to cooperate with me." Parstina nodded apologetically to the fat man. "But this can only be done by asking for His Majesty's help." ( To be continued If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian bxwx. Vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation) \u003cLiterature from the Pen\u003e Remember