Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

The royal city of Babylon.

It is a miracle standing between history and the two rivers, standing across the banks of the Euphrates.

Every stone brick on its body is made of clay, asphalt, pine wood, and copper leaves. The moat around its feet will become a moat whenever the sea tide rises, protecting the royal city.

Envoys from various countries who were invited by the King of Babylon arrived before the banquet. They had to accept the almost inhuman strict inspection of the guards at the gate of the city before they could enter this majestic behemoth.

When the tedious inspections were over, the long carriages, ox carts and camels drove in slowly, carrying the luggage.

The moment he stepped into the passage, the light dimmed, and the wind passing through the city gate brought a cool breeze.

The little Assyrian prince who came to Babylon for the first time opened the translucent curtain on the carriage and looked out in surprise.

The constricted pupils will be 17 kilometers long, and the city wall is so thick that it can accommodate four horse-drawn chariots. The double-layer barriers are reflected in the eyes.

"We seem to be in a cave!"

He exclaimed excitedly, and said to his elder brother in the carriage without looking back:

"Such a thick city wall, even gods can't break in!"

Before the elder brother behind him could speak, the little prince of Assyria chattered endlessly about the orderly arrangement of dragons, bulls and other reliefs decorated on the city wall, and was overly excited.

But when they passed through the long wall, the little prince of Assyria couldn't cry out...

Because the little boy couldn't describe the scene he saw.

What a beautiful city that is?

The sunlight that was blocked by the city wall suddenly became clear.

The road under his feet suddenly turned into a wide road covered with gray and pink pebbles, which stretched into the distance under the support of the city walls and towers on both sides.

The planning of the city is orderly and the roads extend in all directions.

The crowds of vendors are bustling, but there is no mess at all!

On the top of the towering building, the art decorated with blue and golden bricks builds the majesty and coldness of the ancient Babylonian city.

Almost the moment they entered the city, everyone would hold their breath subconsciously, their hairs would stand on end, and a thought would pop up immediately:

'This is a majestic city!This is a city with strict hierarchy and discipline!This is a city inhabited by kings! '

"Great God Ashur..."

The little prince rubbed his arms, retreated into the carriage resentfully, leaned beside Brother Wang, and whispered in a slightly scared tone: "Brother Wang, what should I do if I'm a little nervous?"

The city-state construction style of a country almost reflects a country's culture and economy as well as the character of the king.

Facing such a city of Babylon, it was hard for the little Assyrian prince to imagine what kind of person the king of Babylon, who was called the 'crazy', was.

His brother, the great prince of Assyria, was 27 years old when his ambition and desire were growing. Solad patted the head of his younger brother, who was nestled next to his legs, with an unpredictable expression.

"Alan, what do you think of the royal city of Babylon?"

Alan, the little prince of Assyria, replied innocently: "Of course it's very powerful!...It's just a little scary."

Solad asked again: "Then do you think our Assyrian royal city is better than Babylon's?"

"This is..."

Alan frowned in embarrassment on her immature face, looked at Brother Wang, and then outside.

Seeing this, Solad smiled and rubbed his head.

"It's okay, it's just me and you here, you can talk straight."

"Then what did I say?"

"I think it's Babylon! Although we in Assyria are fine, the houses are not so, uh, neat, and the caravans and passers-by are not so disciplined, and beggars can't see it."

After finishing speaking, Alan, the little Assyrian prince, carefully went to see his brother, for fear that he would be angry.

But his brother Wang was not angry, and even nodded in agreement, looking through the raised veil, staring at the bustling street scene outside and muttering: "I also think it's Babylon..."

People belong to Mu Qiang.

He also hoped that one day he would be as powerful and powerful as that Sartu Ishnash III, who would hold power!With an edict, the nations of the four directions did not dare to say anything and obediently came to worship.

What kind of style should that be?

What kind of power?

It's so enviable and jealous that you can grit your teeth!

So when the sword of the wise king appeared in the territory under his jurisdiction, Solad was so happy that he was going crazy!

He felt that God must have listened to his prayers before bestowing the holy sword in his territory, and he was destined to become the next virtuous king who will go down in history!

Solad, who got the news, left everything behind and rushed to his remote and barren territory that he had never set foot on. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

But the result?

This expectation and excitement were snatched away by the iron hoof of Babylon, and even now he, the victim and the owner of the stolen treasure, had to attend the thief’s banquet. Congratulations to the other party for obtaining such a good treasure, just because the other party is the king of Babylon, Be the monarch of a mighty country!

How ironic, how ridiculous! ?

And how can he be willing!

The sword and glory of the virtuous king should have belonged to him!

Solad's palms on his knees curled up into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands protruded and his knuckles turned white. The cynicism of other brothers lingered in his ears like a nightmare.

The keen Ailan sensed that something was wrong with Brother Wang, and dared not speak more.

Until his brother's hand fell on his head, he said gently: "Ailan, when you arrive, you will stay with your guard maid first. Brother Wang has something to go out. If anyone comes to see me, you will Said that Brother Wang is resting, understand?"

Alan nodded obediently: "Oh, I see, Brother Wang."

Solad twitched the corners of his lips and smiled, retracted his hand and cast his gaze out of the car window. In his eyes was the complexity and turmoil that Alan still doesn't understand...

The stone steps submerged in the water gradually go up and break through the water.

Huge date palms and broadleaf bushes grow wildly where the pool meets the palace.

The courtyard of the royal palace with flowing water is surrounded by guards in armor and holding spears. The young and beautiful maids retreated to the surroundings in an orderly and quiet manner under the leadership of the maids, watching the owner who is playing with pets, waiting to be called at any time .

And the courtyard is in the middle.

On the heavy blanket, the fruit bowl filled with plump fresh fruits and the silver jug ​​and wine glass filled with wine were set aside.

All kinds of bright and colorful gem beads that look like children's play, miniature doll tableware and a small bird's nest are scattered here and there.

The wind blowing from the surface of the water is slightly cool, and the warm sun is not as fierce as in the noon, and it looks much gentler, making people lazily unable to bear the drowsiness.

The King of Babylon has been very busy recently, lying on his side on a blanket with his upper body bare, resting his head on one hand.

The formerly sharp eyes of Amber were half-closed with exhaustion, like a big lion taking a nap basking in the sun.

And his other arm was in a wrapping posture, hanging behind the green little man's buttocks rubbing back and forth in front of his lower abdomen, and his fingertips hooked Luolai's tail intermittently.

When the little thing smirked, the half-closed Sartu slightly raised the corners of his lips, and his thumb passed over the back of the little thing, with a strong pampering and pampering...

If it wasn't for the wrong characters.

This scene of toys scattered and leisurely is very similar to a loving father taking his beloved young son out for a picnic to play.

After receiving the news from his confidant, Xilic, who hurried to the palace, saw this scene from a distance that was extremely inconsistent with his master who had the name of a tyrant, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

Looking at Wang's lazy and relaxed smile under the sun and the stupid monster, he stopped for a long time before approaching again.

"My lord, the assistant officer Sirik is asking to see you."

The head of the personal guard stepped forward, half-knelt beside Sartu and whispered in a low voice.

[Note]: The description of the ancient city of Babylon incorporates the reconstruction of the Babylonian royal city in the Neo-Babylonian period, please do not pay attention.

[Re-note]: This article may be longer, uh, probably...Luo Lai will definitely grow bigger, it won't be too late and it won't be too early, at least after finishing the plot, the transformation will be smooth, right? We have laid the groundwork ahead and everyone will feel comfortable watching it.

[Re-note]: And... so what... for the reason that the stupid author insists on updating even when he is sick, is it okay to give a free recommended monthly pass, or collect it?We don’t want too much, heck, you look at it (takes out my 800-meter nail clippers and threatens to commit suicide)

@古咕咕: Gu Gugu gave Trilobite x1 to "Wearing into the Babylonian Tyrant's Sword". (I forgot to thank you last time)]