Through the thick wall, Taliya heard a group of people asking for help from despair next to the wall. They slapped the wall, and their voices became weaker and weaker in the violent sandstorm.

This storm was too fierce, and the practice of using livestock to gang up is no longer applicable.

Taliya was determined to save the group of people. She closed her eyes and pressed her hands on the ground, feeling the pulsation of the bedrock, making the rock obey her command... But for some reason, she felt a huge resistance.

She just wanted the rocks outside the wall to rotate and rise, turning into tsunami-like fluid to form a rock fortress that can escape sandstorms, but the resistance she encountered was like a natural barrier, as if the whole city was against her.

Nothing could stop her. The earth under her feet trembled and the sound of huge rocks grinding. She had been practicing in Frelljod for so long, and it was time to show her results.

But just as Taliyah was about to make a fuss, a thick and heavy arm, like a claw, pressed on her shoulder, distracted her.

She smelled a mature animal smell like a skin that had not yet healed. She felt the force of the hand holding her skin tightly, a powerful force that could crush stones and bend iron.

Who is it? Taliyah feels very strange. Kahn, who covers the skin nails, may have this sense of power, but it is not this strange smell at all. The smell of the skin nails in the void will make people tremble.

But saving people is important. Taliyah has no time to think. She ignores this arm and continues to gather her spirits to weave the rocks.

Seeing that Taliya did not stop, the claws tightened even more. The sharp part at the front cut her slender waist-length coat. Taliya felt a tingling pain and felt the aura around her begin to become tense, like a bowstring that was about to be broken.

She couldn't concentrate, so the magic was interrupted. She turned around and wanted to see who was stopping her, but saw a strange, inhuman figure.

This is a warrior wearing golden armor from head to toe. The center of the armor on his chest is set with a gem as bright as the spring sky. The shoulder pads of the armor are carved into the shape of spread wings, and are proud and proud. They are hung with a yellow-brown dust cloak and several gold-edged crimson cloth belts fluttering in the wind.

He looked down at her, a helmet with an eagle beak blocked his face, and a pale light burned in his eyes, making Taliyah feel the heat of the scorching sun on her face.

Taliyah could feel that there was a terrible power hidden under the man's armor, and he looked very dangerous, and she knew that she should act like she was afraid of the warrior. But the warrior did not make any further threats to her, nor did she feel so scared that she had to resist.

Then, he spoke. His voice was thick and his accent was strange.

"Little girl, your ability can break the rocks of Shurima. But this is my city, and I can't let you destroy it."

Taliyah was stunned for a moment, and she noticed that Nathus was standing behind the man, with his proud head slightly lowered. I guess this person, who was like an eagle, was the rumored resurrection of the Eagle King, who could make him willing to retreat to the fore.

The tense atmosphere was extremely quiet, and people seemed to hold their breath and stare at her and the Eagle King Azir. One of her tribe members did not come up to stop Azir, because they should be in awe, whether it was to a god or an emperor.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty... I just want to save people..." Taliyah lowered her head. She had to explain clearly that she could not cause trouble for her tribe members.

"Save people?" Azer let go of the claws pressed against Taliyah's shoulder, raised his head thoughtfully, and looked at the closed city gate: "I have given them a chance, but they have turned themselves out."

"They regret it. They are asking for help, and they should give them another chance." The heavy pressure on their shoulders disappeared, and Taliyah stood up and faced the tall emperor, he controlled the power of life and death for everyone outside the city.

"Seldom have a second chance. They have malicious speculation about me. Why should I save them?"

A violent sandstorm blew past the golden moat formation, making a dull bombardment. Taliyah saw the golden sunlight obscured by the storm, just like the haze cast by Azer's proud head.

She gritted her teeth, was it because the emperor was so cruel and ruthless, and he would be revenge? Rules are dead, but people live. Can dozens of lives be abandoned if they only show distrust of you? If the trust of strangers is so easy to obtain, all the good people in this world would have died long ago.

Taliyah took a deep breath and said to Azil: "Everything is unknown before making a choice, so there are always people who choose the wrong choice. If they know the final result of each choice, they will definitely not choose the wrong choice."

"Nothing is so good in the world..." The cold flames in Azer's eyes flashed lightly and darkly. Even the person who had died once did not have the chance to re-choose his life trajectory.

The mistakes you have made cannot be restored, but you can learn from them, whether you are yourself or others.

"Little girl, you woke me up." Azer raised his golden rod blade and pointed it lightly towards the city gate.

The guards immediately set off for the city gate, and the crowds crowded near the city gate immediately made way for the guards turned into sand. They had no doubt that if they blocked the way, these soulless warriors would stab their spears into their bodies.

"I can give them a chance, and I also ask you to give me a chance, don't destroy my city walls. In order to bring this golden city full of miracles and magic to the sand, it has cost me a lot of my kung fu."

"Okay... OK. Your Majesty!" Taliyah was frightened by Azer's attitude of turning 180 degrees, and nodded hesitantly.

She saw the majestic gate slowly opened by the guards, and the storm outside the city was pouring in frantically. The fury sand hit her face and made a huge pain. The person who did not raise her hand in time to block it, and the face was immediately scratched with bleeding beads.

In response to this, Nathus, who had been silent around Azil, moved. The desert lord crossed the golden threshold against the wind and sand. He walked outside the city and disappeared into the wind and sand. A dull low roar came from the chaos, covering the whistling of the sandstorm.

The wind and sand all over the sky seemed to pause and weaken a lot.

Not long after, Nethers led a group of extremely embarrassed people back to the city. The magnificent gate closed behind them and once again resisted the storm.
Chapter completed!