King of Zephyr, Soland.

Under the rolling sky, there is an endless plain, and all the way to the boundary between heaven and earth, it is turquoise.

A large river winds in the shape of an S in the field, and within the arc in the middle is a magnificent giant city, with an arrow tower every 100 meters on the wall of more than ten stories high.

The harsh afternoon sun shines on the city wall, the color is as light yellow as the sand by the beach, the city wall has been exposed to the wind and sun for many years, and there is a warm and grainy feeling of sunlight to the touch, and yellow-green moss can occasionally be seen in the cracks of the stone bricks.

Sticking out your finger to snap down a small piece of dry moss can bring out a trace of dirt hidden in the crevices, and the occasional wind blows to roll up some particles and dust from the ground of the wall.

The guards on the city walls, a few of them walked around in the scorching sun to avoid not seeing a single person on the city walls, and were attacked by the nobles in the city, and most of them hid in the arrow tower, after all, it was cooler here.

Nor can it be said that they neglected their duties, because outside the walls of the city was a wilderness, and if an enemy invaded far away, it would be possible to find out, as long as a few men observed from the tower.

Maybe a long time ago, they also came out to patrol and walk around every day, but after a long time, they slowly became lazy.

The tall walls of Soland enclose the city, surrounded on three sides by water, except for the open field to the west, and a large hill rising from the ground.

At the base of the hill was a ring of walls, higher than the outer ones, and the nobles of the west wind lived in the walls.

The hillside is surrounded by courtyards of different styles, and near the top of the hill there is a wall, which houses the palace of the west wind, and the snowflake white marble on the top of the hill makes a beautiful and magnificent castle, in which the towers are covered with colored glazed tiles and dotted with spires of various colors, and because of its location, the whole city can look up to the beautiful tower.

And the descendants of Roland, the King of Favores, live in these beautiful towers.

As the city with the largest west wind and an important crossroads of north-south trade, Soland is home to more than 3 million people, and a large number of cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, vegetables, fruits, grains and grains are transported to the city every day by boats on the river for the consumption of the people among them.

The huge floodgates along the river in the east opened, and countless small boats began to move down the small river in the city, and the inhabitants of the city would greet them if they saw something they liked, and the vendors with the boats would dock their boats on the shore and bargain with the housewives or the old people, and finally make a deal.

Of course, this is only part of the story, and most of the transactions in the city are still done in the bazaar.

The slender wooden poles support the red, blue, yellow and other colorful canvases to shield from the scorching afternoon sun, and the wooden lattice boxes opened under the canvas are placed in fresh fruits, specialties from the north and south, and some daily necessities.

In the morning, it is often the wealthier families who come to buy, and when it is close to dusk, the customers have picked out the leftovers, not fresh, or damaged, and the shopkeeper will sell them at a discount, and then some people who are strapped for money will come out to pick up the bargain.

Although it is the same city and the same market, the rich and the poor seem to have some kind of tacit understanding, and they do not touch and intersect with each other.

As night approached, the shopkeeper turned over the boxes, shook off the dust, leftover leaves, rotten and crushed fruits, and dumped the garbage into a small bucket. Then go to the well in the bazaar and get a bucket of water and start scrubbing the boxes and shelves.

After scrubbing, it can be dried overnight and then put on new goods the next day, and before the shopkeepers leave, a dilapidated wagon will come and dump the small buckets that the shopkeepers have placed on the side of the road, and load the garbage into the huge barrels behind the wagon, which can be used as fertilizer for the farms outside the city, or as swill for the pigs.

The main road in the city is about 30 meters wide, and the large blue stone bricks are laid on the ground, each of which is more than half a meter long, which is a little cold to the touch and very hard.

As time passed, there were some potholes and dents on the surface of the slate, and some yellow dirt accumulated in the shallow pits, bringing up traces of yellow dust as the horse's hooves stepped on.

A group of horsemen galloped down the main road on white horses, armed with white banners, scimitars at their waists, and wearing scale armor and leather robes, which allowed the warriors to maintain a great deal of agility and were relatively light.

The cavalry was highly skilled, easily avoiding the carriages and crowds in the streets along the way, maintaining a high speed. They passed through checkpoints and walls, holding high flags and coats of arms that showed their shoulders, and the soldiers who guarded them quickly gave way to them, until they reached the white castle at the top of the hill.

With the click of the gears, the steel drawbridge was lowered before the cavalry entered the castle.

Soland, Hall of the Thrones.

The present Lord of the Favonius, about forty years old, wears gold and bronze armor, and behind him is a wide bright red cloak with white fluff around the edges, and he sits on the throne with a sword like a majestic lion.

Beneath the throne were purple-clad nobles, most of them richly dressed, including a few generals in full armor, and some gray-clad scholars with magic staffs hanging elaborate pocket watches on their chests, as if as if some kind of symbol.

"Your Majesty, the messenger of the White Horse tribe has arrived."

"Let them in." The Lord of the West Wind nodded.

"Yes!"

After placing the scimitar at their waist in the custody of the guards, these warriors of the steppe entered the hall and looked up to the king who sat on the throne.

"See Your Majesty, below is the messenger of the White Horse Clan, Darren, the current patriarch is the father of the family."

"Now the 50,000 warriors of the White Horse Clan have gathered according to His Majesty's order, and are currently resting in the lower reaches of the river fifty miles away."

"Okay." The Lord of the West Wind exclaimed, and then asked the attendants around him to give him a reward, a sharp and delicate short sword, and the handle of the short sword was inlaid with a brilliant ruby, which was obviously a gold-level transcendent creation.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, it's just ..... This reward is too great, and it is deserved. ”

"What a shame, White Horse and I Xifeng are brothers, and they have been married for many years, you can also be regarded as my nephew, you can rest assured that your subordinates are, haha."

The Lord of the West Wind laughed heroically, quite in the style of a Ming Lord, and the other great nobles also praised and echoed it.

It can be said that the country of the west wind has always attached importance to family and family, and there are many favoritism towards relatives and friends, and the great nobles have long been accustomed to it, and the various interest groups are tied to each other with blood as a link, if you are born in a big family, the upper echelons of the country are basically your relatives, which is also a beautiful scenery in the upper echelons of the west wind.

This bond of family and affection created the unity of Zephyr in his early years, sharing weal and woe, and treating old ministers well, but it also laid the foundation for his subsequent rule. The class is solidified, and the contradictions are numerous, which makes people sigh.