Rewind time to the hour when Best and Kumir fought.

Rommel learned of the existence of the Mustang fighter squadron through special means, and he did not hesitate, and returned to the capital Istanbul to meet the king.

He paused for a long time on the long steps in front of the palace, and from here he could see most of Istanbul, the whole city hazy in the heat, like a desert girl in a veil, and people couldn't help but want to get a closer look.

Rommel's face is still cold and resolute, but only the careful can find that under this cold resoluteness, there is also an imperceptible attachment.

The king was surprised that Rommel would return to the capital at this time, and it was reasonable that the gods of war should be on the battlefield, and there was no reason why they would turn back at this juncture.

"Rommel, are you in any difficulty?" the king was not stupid.

Rommel was one of the few important ministers in the desert kingdom who did not have to kneel, and he nodded and said directly: "Your Majesty, we may lose this war. ”

As soon as Rommel said this, the guards on both sides of the Kingdom Hall, who claimed to never move like statues, turned their heads, and they couldn't believe that the word "lose" could come out of the mouth of their god of war, Lord Rommel.

The slightly aged king, who calmed himself after a brief moment of astonishment, asked, "Why, we have a force worthy of the barbarians of the south, we have the sharpest malayon swords forged by the Persians, and we have a tower of prism that can burn everything, so why should we lose?"

"Because times have changed, Your Majesty. Rommel pointed to the sky in the distance outside the palace, "The orc kingdom has a machine that can fly in the sky, and the combat ability of this machine is far beyond my expectations, and the entire thousand knights of the vulture knight team are no match for those dozens of machines." As far as I know, the Human Empire is currently developing similar sky weapons, which is the trend of the times, and we are being left behind. ”

"It's just a few dozen flying machines, a huge desert kingdom, thousands of desert men, isn't there anything you can do?" the king was emotional.

"Your Majesty, you have not been on the battlefield, and you cannot experience the feeling of facing a war machine, in which death can even be considered a relief. Rommel took out a watch from his bosom, looked at it, and said bluntly: "It's been a long time since I left the forward position, and the Vulture Knights should be completely wiped out by now... Maybe the enemy won't kill them all, and some people will flee back. ”

What I heard was the news of the imminent destruction of the country, and the royal guards were also human, and they also wanted to go to the front line to defend their families and country, but their duty was to still stand there like statues, only the eyes behind the thick armor were fixed on Rommel.

Rommel is the recognized god of war in the desert kingdom, and under his leadership and construction for many years, hundreds of thousands of troops have faintly had the strength to win the power of the country and the army, and several of the vulture knight wings were pulled out after he took office.

He is well aware of the importance of air supremacy, and believes that air power is the main theme of war in any era, and that a country without air power cannot talk about national defense and security.

It was because he knew that air power was vital that when he knew of the existence of the Mustang fighter squadron, he knew that he could no longer control the course of this war.

He's not a god, he's a human being, and he has things he can't do.

"Then what are we going to do?" the king seemed to be dozens of years old for a moment.

"We have another remedy. Rommel's eyes were as cold as a piece of hard iron, "Wake up the sleeping Lord at once, and fight against the water!"

"Lord?" the king didn't react for a moment, but soon his face changed drastically, and he didn't even dare to say the lord's name out loud, "Desert Lord Azir?"

"Yes. Rommel said, "Every lord in the world has unparalleled strength, and this is exactly what we need right now." ”

Azir, the desert lord, is one of the seven lords of Middle-earth today, and he fell into a slumber thousands of years ago when the desert people built a magnificent pyramid for him. As the millennia passed, the pyramids sank into the ground, and the people of the desert now built their capital Istanbul on top of the original pyramids.

The royal palace of the Desert Kingdom, right above the underground pyramid.

The king's palms trembled slightly, "If the great Lord Azir wakes up and sees the appearance of the desert kingdom now, he will definitely be disappointed." ”

Rommel said, "Your Majesty, we have no time to be sad. ”

"Awakening Lord Azir requires a lot of magical blood, and it must come from the desert people of pure blood, and the person performing the awakening ritual will also offer his body..."The king couldn't help but gasp, "Rommel... Do you want to?"

"Your Majesty, please. Rommel's eyes were determined.

The king wanted to say something, he wanted to keep it, but he couldn't say a thousand words, and he only murmured at the end: "Go all the way, my god of war." ”

The passage to the underground pyramid is not dark, and it is filled with thousands of white candles, the oil of which is refined camel oil that can burn for hundreds of years.

Rommel walked along the brightly lit corridors, and every step he took felt like a pilgrimage.

In the limited records, the desert lord Azir fell into a deep sleep a thousand years ago, the glorious desert civilization has been dimmed, and those who knew the truth back then have been reduced to a handful of dry bones in the long river of history, leaving only some fragile documents full of praise and worship, and there is no record of why the desert lord is asleep.

Yet Rommel knew. To be precise, it was the family behind Rommel who knew.

The desert lord Azir tried to ascend thousands of years ago, but ultimately failed, his body exploded, and his magical power overflowed, and Azir was forced to fall into a deep sleep, rebuilding his magical power little by little as time passed.

Azr's slumber led to many strange events that followed, the most serious of which was the fact that the magic of the entire desert kingdom had become extremely weak.

Most of the magic power of the entire Desert Kingdom is converging towards the underground pyramids, and in this environment of lack of magic, the number of magicians born in the Desert Kingdom is pitiful, and it is impossible to reproduce the most prosperous period of a thousand years ago.

Rommel came to the inside of the pyramid, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the silent and empty space, which was like a temple, carrying the great life of a powerful lord in those days. It's like a burial chamber, a record of the unfinished will of a desert emperor.

He stopped in the middle of an altar carved with mysterious patterns and notches, which formed a disc pattern, overlapping and repeating itself.

In the center of the altar is a handful of shimmering gold-colored dust, each filled with surging magical fluctuations.

It was Azir, the desert lord who had lost his body, his body turned to dust, held together by only one unyielding will.

Thousands of years ago, the desert lord Azir tried to ascend when an uncontrollable explosion of magical energy destroyed his palace, and his body was completely destroyed into the tiniest particles in the explosion, becoming what he is today.

There was a slight clicking sound in the burial chamber, it was the sound of the mechanism activating, and fresh blood flowed from the blood troughs that led to the altar, one left and one right, and these blood contained abundant magic, and the source of this blood was naturally the two great magicians.

The blood was still surging, and when the blood touched the altar, it was as if they suddenly became spiritual, and they clung up the altar like living creatures, and the scarlet blood filled the disc-like lines and nicks, emitting bursts of red light.

It was a sacrifice, and it required enough blood to launch the ceremony, and the amount of blood was so incredible that it could definitely drain two people, and the two great magicians had apparently given their precious lives for the awakening ritual.

Rommel drew his Damascus saber, pulled it on his wrist, and lay down on the altar, the dust swarming like a shark smelling blood, drowning his body.

"Because I have your blood in my veins. Rommel murmured softly dreamily at the last moment when his vision was overwhelmed by dust, and then plunged into endless darkness.

Blazing flames rose from the top of the underground pyramids, and a handful of humanoid yellow sand was held up in the air by pillars of fire, which pierced through the rock walls to the highest point of the royal palace on the ground, and these pillars of fire did not cause damage to any entity, they were like phantoms, ignoring all obstacles.

These pillars of fire rose from all over the desert city of Istanbul, and they swirled and rose and flew like shouts and cheers for the return of the king.

The golden solar disc rises again at the highest point of the palace, and the altars of the sun, which were buried in the yellow sand thousands of years ago, rise from the ground, and countless desert humans rush to the streets, marveling at the amazing changes that have taken place in the entire city.

The humanoid dust condensed under the sun's disk, and the sun's light shone into his body, casting his eagle-like appearance, and the wind and sand became the best carving knife, fleshing out every detail of his body, and reshaping him into the most majestic man.

Azir raised his hand, and the ability to manipulate the yellow sand finally returned to the emperor's hands after thousands of years of waiting, the whistling yellow sand condensed into a cloak and armor, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and some of Rommel's shadows could be faintly seen.

He looked up at the sky, the light of the stars in the sky flickered in his eyes, and the fact that mortals could not see the stars in the daytime did not mean that he could not. But he was soon disappointed, because after a thousand years, the position of the stars was no longer what it used to be.

He saw the widest Königsboule in Istanbul, and he vaguely remembered the last time he walked through it, followed by a guard of honor of 10,000 elite soldiers, and that was his most glorious moment.

Azir lost his sense of time and space when his ascension ritual failed, and the only thing he remembered was the intense pain and the flames of the explosion, and he didn't know how his desert empire had been wiped out in the long river of history, until now he was standing in the sunlight again, with a new body.

Azir bowed his head, and countless memories and images flooded into his mind.

This includes the picture of him when he failed to ascend a thousand years ago, as well as the picture of Rommel's life fighting horses, and of course, Rommel cutting his wrist and lying on the altar.

"Is that the blood I inadvertently left behind a thousand years ago?" Azir muttered to himself, clenching his fists lightly, "Thank you for your selfless dedication, Rommel, my child." ”

Azir quickly read all of Rommel's memories, and he knew the current situation facing the Desert Kingdom, and he couldn't help but sneer: "Maybe time has passed too long, and many people have forgotten the horror of my Desert Emperor Azir?"

"Huh, what are these memories?" Azir suddenly discovered a strange memory.

"It's... Agomoto's message from that guy?How could this sinister guy think of sending a message to my sleeping me?" Azir frowned as he retrieved the memory in his mind, and when he finished reading it, his brow furrowed even deeper.

That Agomoto is dead? Or is it at the hands of a human?

Agomoto's strength, Azir is very clear. Agomoto may not be as good as him in terms of magical strength, but this Abyss Lord's attainment in spiritual power has reached the point of perfection, and it is by no means an existence to be underestimated.

Azir asked himself, if he put aside his magical strength and only competed in mental power, he would undoubtedly lose himself. But now there is a human youth who can force Agomoto to a dead end, when did the human race have such a strong man?

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was that woman from the Human Empire, but it's just a hairy boy. Azir looked at the image of Agomoto as he died, the young human smiling and pointing his middle finger at him as he fell.

Azir watched it for a long time, and he didn't think it would be a friendly gesture.

Since there are magicians in the desert kingdom, there is naturally no shortage of clergy, and some of the old gods who are familiar with the past and the present look at the cold face of Azir Eagle, and then connect with those very representative solar disks and the ability to manipulate wind and sand, and immediately guessed his identity, they chanted his name, and led ordinary people to kneel and salute.

"Lord Azir, Great Desert Emperor, you are back!" the king went outside surrounded by the guards, and when he saw Azir in the sky, he fell to his knees with tears in his eyes.

The Praetorian Guards knelt down on one knee and greeted the true emperor of the desert.

"I know the ins and outs of what happened, and I will take matters into account for those who dare to offend the desert lands. Azir said, "And you will now erect a monument to Rommel." Without his dedication, I would not have been able to wake up. ”

"Yes!" the king respectfully commanded before the emperor.

Azir assumed a haughty gesture, and the wind and sand of Istanbul turned into tens of thousands of sand soldiers under his command, a reminder of his past, and he took this anger with him to step towards the oasis outpost.

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