Azir walked alone on the golden gravel, leaving behind golden footprints that stretched for thousands of meters in the endless desert behind him, and the farther ones were obscured by the wind and sand.

The soft pre-dawn light spilled over the horizon, and the brightest stars still twinkled overhead, though they were soon overshadowed by the morning light.

The starry sky was different from what Azir remembered, the positions of the stars and the shape of the constellations were all misaligned.

Because thousands of years have passed since he looked up at the stars, the vicissitudes of life can no longer describe this kind of drastic change, and he has to use the stars to move.

The desert before sunrise was silent, no wind, no insects, and even his own lonely footsteps were swallowed up by the yellow sand.

With each step, Azir's scepter dug deep into the sand, and wherever he walked, the sand seemed to have life, trembling and glowing golden.

Why didn't the Emperor, who had the power of Ascension, fly straight to his destination? And what about walking on the desert step by step?

For he was performing a ritual to sprinkle the glory of Shurima on the desert, turning every area he walked through into the territory of the Empire.

The Great Revival begins with every step of the way.

The desert wasn't always silent, though, and behind the dunes at the end of the horizon, Azir heard a shrill horse whistle.

Someone's coming?

Azir's piercing gaze pierced the night through the hollow of his eagle helmet, and he saw a troop of horses galloping above the dunes.

In the pre-dawn darkness, Azir's golden footprints were so striking that his location was instantly revealed, but he had no intention of hiding himself.

The leader of the caravan was stunned for a moment when he saw Azil alone, wondering what this man was doing to the desert. But after seeing the golden armor and jade stone on Azir's body, he immediately became hot-headed, and he and his companions rode their horses and galloped, rushing towards Azr who was still in place.

Greed took over their minds, and Azir's patience was mistaken for being too scared to run.

"Who's coming?" Azir asked in an old, sophisticated, yet majestic and elegant tone.

But as if deaf, the group rode their horses around him, and the hooves of the horses kept raising dust and dust, obscuring his vision.

Azir was a little puzzled, he was sure that he was speaking Shurima, but why couldn't the other party understand? Could it be that Shurima's language has also been obscured by thousands of years of wind and sand?

The leader jumped down and walked towards Azir with a spear in his hand, and he did not slow or hurry, for the man in gold before him had completely fallen into their encirclement.

He wanted to stab Azir directly with a spear, but he didn't expect to see the golden armor up close than from a distance, this damn armor was so luxurious that it used gold to arm the opponent to the teeth, so he couldn't do it.

He felt that if he stabbed directly with a spear, he was afraid that the other party would have nothing to do, and his spear would be broken.

And the armor still fits tightly to each other's body, and it fits as if it was born together.

This person deserves to die even more in his eyes, because it will definitely be troublesome to take it off later, anyway, he has begun to feel that this personal corpse will not be able to take off this armor.

That's right, the pair of horses are actually a team of sand pirates. They hadn't noticed the unusual curvature of Azir's legs, and they thought that this lame man with a cane was rich and golden.

The heat of the desert relentlessly reduced everyone's time to move, and even the robbers knew to take advantage of the cool time before sunrise to find their victims, because they had the same idea as them, and they went out by day and night to avoid the overheated sun overhead.

As the sand pirates dismounted and removed their weapons, Azir understood that the group was a gang of robbers.

This discovery made him angry, but he was angry not at what had happened to him, but at Shurima's fall.

He fell before he could ascend the altar, and during the time he was buried in the sand, what happened to Shurima?

In the past, Shurima had the largest territory, and the golden disc floating above the temple in the center of the capital unleashed the power of the sun, giving the empire fertile land.

Many of Shurima's people own farmland, and as long as you are a citizen of Shurima, you can be a farmer and a weaver, and you will be able to support yourself here. The only people who are likely to wreak havoc on this land are the invaders who covet the fertile land of Shurima.

He knew very well that the bandits in front of him were bastards from Shurima, as they were communicating with each other in Shurima. But what the other party said made him feel extremely unpleasant and harsh, not only in the sense of content, but also in their tone became comical and inferior, and they did not inherit the elegance and dignity that Shurima should have.

"Who are you?"

In the midst of boring, meaningless and disgusting trash talk, Azir finally hears an interesting question.

But normally, shouldn't they report to their homes first? Maybe I've been dead for too long, and many of the rules have long been abolished.

That's it, let them do it first.

"If you ask, it means that I have been gone for too long. Now I solemnly tell you that I am Azir, and you must remember this name on every inch of yellow skin, for I am the emperor of Shurima, and I am admired by all people! I am your sun! Azir's tone climbed, and every syllable he uttered seemed to be climbing a staircase, and by the time he had finished the last word, his pride was already in full swing.

But no one echoed him, and a few seconds after he finished speaking, the stunned sand thief burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, this birdman is really pretending to be like that."

"Humph!" Azir slammed his scepter, but the soft sand made his movements weak, and he said angrily, "Why are you laughing? ”

"Why laugh? Because we're laughing at you for being an impostor! Shurima's Emperor can only be the mighty Zelas. ”

Hearing the name, Azir clenched his fists, he was able to suppress his anger because he had a big heart, but the sand thieves mistook Azir's actions for being suppressed by the name.

"Do you know what the name Zelas stands for?" Azir asked, he had something to make these stupid guys clear before he could do it.

Compared with what he is going to do next, saying a few words is already considered benevolent and righteous, and this is also in line with his identity as a Ming Jun.

"What? I really don't know. The Sand Pirate was reluctant to admit it, but after seeing what Zelas had done, the name was powerful in his heart.

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