Two mountains thus separate the barren land from the warmth and coldness of the north, the rain and the snow-covered-

Leave a cold gravel for the Istani ancestors.

They live here for generations, but in addition to being boring, at least they have peace.

A few hours ago, the periphery whistle drivers reported that there were sand thieves gathering nearby, but the number was not large.

Those people may have been disturbed by the army's actions - there are these illegal people everywhere in the desert. In the past ten years, not only did they not decrease due to clearance, but their number increased. Not only was it because of the poor harvests on the richest land in Istaña in the south for several years, but more importantly, the turmoil in the ancient kingdom in the north...

Even the trade routes began to be affected.

The bandits on the Aquarius are closer to the mainland one day than they do. Not long ago, the Blood Shark thief even landed in Falbans and went deep into the inland to places like Idos.

He had to let his youngest daughter solve this matter. If it weren't for Fang Ling, he might have to change his current plan and rescue his daughter.

And this is why he looked at the latter differently.

As for the hero of Vanrik, it was just an explanation to block the mouths of others.

certainly.

And that thing-

At this time, Nurman pushed the door from outside and walked in.

The King of Sand turned around, looked at the latter, and spoke lightly:

"Ready?"

Nurman nodded, but hesitated for a moment: "But..."

However, several ministers were somewhat worried about the empty defensive forces at the entrance of the valley.

The Fantasy Garden is located in a huge rocky canyon, and the fall about a thousand years ago caused it all. The valley has four entrances, and generally speaking, each entrance must be stationed, especially when the Sand King enters the canyon.

But there were traces of sand thieves in the north, and the troops they had been defensive in the past made the defense in the remaining directions obviously weak - this small loophole seems nothing in normal times, and even Babaltan himself seems to have ignored this point.

"Governor Chabir was worried about the matter of the King of the Sand Thieves a few months ago..."

"They think that for some reason, the sand thieves seem to have found the location of the Fantasy Garden..."

"Then you should tell them that the location of the Fantasy Garden is unstable, it was just a coincidence."

"Your Majesty, the ministers are not children."

"It's okay, just let them know what I mean."

Nurman glanced at the King of Sand and nodded.

"Is there any more?" Babartan asked again.

"General Camiller believes that people should be drawn from the imperial guards to make up for the defense on the outside."

"Tell them that there is no need, the sand thieves are in the north, so drive them away-"

Finally, he added:

"Nurman, you understand why this is. You don't have to wait for my orders. Just soothe people's hearts. When everything is over, they will naturally understand all this."

Governor Bein bent down and bowed.

"Let's go," said the King of Sands, "Today you treat me as a brother, and as then, we fought side by side in Nognes against the Imperials. At that time, I was not the King of Sands, and today, and you were not Governor Bein. I saw Alev and that little guy, as if I had seen us back then-"

"His Majesty."

"Um?"

Nurman was slightly stunned before changing his words: "Babaltan."

"Very good, Nurman."

The King of Sand tidied up his robe and walked over to his close friend.

...

Few people know when the sea of ​​illusion appeared, but perhaps it had entered the Istani vision for the first time since a certain ancestor of the princess' family came to this place. But it was recorded in the history of this kingdom and was pushed back to a later history - perhaps only less than twenty years.

The huge canyon is made up of brown rocks, as if it was an unparalleled force, tore the earth here and raised a canyon from here.

But under the huge rocks, there are dense plants, various rare grasses, shining fruits hanging from the mountain walls, fluorescent lights flying in the palm forest, and a layer of oasis in the desert is also a rare sea of ​​flowers. But this is not an oasis, because there is no source of all life here - water.

Plants seem to grow out of thin air from among the rocks and above the sand. Where the light of the green crystal shines, they are full of vitality and spread around, and they will never step outside the canyon.

These plants are not all friendly, some of them are full of danger and aggressiveness. However, over the centuries, the princess' tribesmen have long understood how to deal with the hidden crisis here.

Now that I have taken this path again, I have long lost the many dangers as I did in the past.

There are some buildings in the forest, with white palace walls lying across it. This palace was built in the past twenty years. It has experienced wind and frost, but it still looks brand new from the outside.

The King of Sand walked out of the palace and walked through a stone-paved avenue, looking at the familiar scene in front of him, as if he had returned to more than a decade ago - but he was not walking alone at that time - he couldn't help but look to the side of his left hand, but there was no one there now.

He was slightly stunned for a moment, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He remembered that his daughter was only a little taller at that time, and she was still there-

Nurman followed the king, silently watching the scene, and couldn't help but sigh.

The two walked through the courtyard silently - and this courtyard had a name that had long been circulated - the Garden of Fantasy.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! On the other end of the avenue, there is a tall circular building, with a white dome supported by countless stone pillars. After passing through the gate there, Babaltan saw the ministers waiting in the hall. But his eyes passed over the crowd and landed on the center of the hall behind there, a crystal that was as tall as a mountain and as green as a dream.

That may be the largest jade star in the world.

It escaped the alchemy trend of the past and became one of the best preserved jade stars in the world today. Babaltan could not imagine how Afifa's ancestors faced this jade star, but they must be careful.

In that era, the alchemists organized all over the world to compete for the dominance of the Emerald Star, and even launched wars for it. In that chaotic era, it must have taken endless efforts to preserve this crystal mountain so well - of course, there must be the contribution of the Sea of ​​Illusion itself.

Its location changes every year with this Grand Canyon, with only a few people mastering the rules.

"Your Majesty." An old and hoarse voice rang out.

Seneman walked out of the crowd with his staff in his arms, came to the king, and bowed.

In terms of status, he is the left minister of Istaniya, second only to two people - and now the old patriarch of the Swearing Guardian clan is not here, so he is the existence of the King of Sands and above ten thousand people. Even Nurman had to turn sideways for this left minister.

All the ministers even avoided them.

But Babartan only looked at his left minister calmly.

Seneman faced this gaze with great confidence and answered: "Your Majesty, everything is ready."

"I'll just wait for your Majesty to preside over the ceremony myself."

Babartan retracted his gaze and looked at everyone present.

The people who can come here are at least his confidants, who have more or less participated in the first phase of the plan, so they also know some inside information. Of course, the deepest reason is that the King of Sand only told Nurmann alone. If anyone else knows, there are probably only a few secret warlocks who participated in the plan.

But soon, these people will understand all this.

The surroundings became quiet.

People who come here are not unclear about the taboos of alchemy, but for various reasons - probably related to power and status, they still chose this path. In any case, nothing is more important than gaining the trust of a king, right?

But Babaltan just nodded, then withdrew his gaze, walked through Seneman, and walked towards the crystal. The blind follower only turned around and silently watched the king move forward.

The King of Sand came to the foot of the Crystal Mountain, raised his head, and took a look at the "giant rock".

Then he took another step forward and reached out and pressed it on the crystal.

The palm of my hand responded to a cold touch.

The moment he pressed the crystal, for a moment, he seemed a little dazed, feeling that he had returned to the time before-

It was a somewhat gentle but lively voice:

"Babaltan, I want to tell you a secret-"

"Do you know about the Third World, about the Sky Bridge?"

He laughed in silence, and looked at the beloved woman in front of him: "Afifa, I am the future king of sand and the master of Istaniya. I am destined to stay on this land all my life. What does those illusory things have to do with me?"

"Follower," the girl laughed: "Of course it has something to do with you, not only with you, but with our kingdom."

“How to say it?”

"Do you know why I'm going out for a risk?"

"Are you talking about that tulip adventure group?"

"That's just an adventure group I've participated in, but the leader is a good person. Unfortunately, she is the chosen one of the gods, otherwise I will introduce it to you."

"I just have you, Afifa."

The girl smiled slightly.

"Do you know, Babaltan, I love this land very much."

"And that's my reason."

"Do you know the legend about the elves..."

"My brother gave me a note..."

"He couldn't quite understand the above content. I guess it was because he didn't have much contact with the Saints. But, I happened to understand some..."
To be continued...