Stan Tito built a house in a remote seaside village far away from the city of Goddess, and really became a craftsman.
No one knows his name, only that he is highly skilled, and even the nobles in the town come to ask for the things he carves.
He looked at the fisherman diving out of the sea, sitting on a stone and carving his new work.
The name is - The Thread of Destiny.
The character of the story is himself, and the background is the dream he once had.
once Upon a time.
He also thought he was a lucky boy, but in the end he found out that he was just a coincidence of fate.
Luck is also a kind of destiny.
It is ordinary people drifting with the crowd without goals or ideals.
He had heard about heroic figures one after another in mythological epics. They had lofty ideals, pious beliefs, great strength, etc.
They have experienced all kinds of hardships, have a strong will, and have an indomitable spirit.
But I have never heard of a person becoming great simply because of luck.
He had enjoyed this lucky power until he met the man in his dream.
He was told: "Tito said to God."
"Destiny is in our hands."
"I no longer wait for fate to come, but create my own destiny with my own hands."
No one but himself could understand the impact he received at that moment.
My ancestors were great people who had control of their destiny.
He wanted to carve out a scene he had seen in his dream, but he could not recall the other character in his dream.
He carved out his own image, but finally stopped at another figure, only outlining a simple outline.
He held the carving knife in his hand and hovered for a long time.
"who are you?"
"How do you know the past of the great poet? How do you know what happened in the temple of God?"
After thinking about it for a long time, Stan Tito still couldn't remember.
He put down the carving knife and stood up, returning to the house. There was a golden sacred flower planted in the innermost dark room.
He approached the flower pot, and an illusion scene was released from the golden flower cup. He stretched his hand into the illusion, and seemed to directly touch the things inside the illusion.
He looked through the bone books, trying to find what he wanted.
"Cup of the Sun!"
"The flower of the gods, the flower of the forbidden, the flower of dreams."
"How much magical and unknown power is hidden in you?"
After he was gifted with wisdom and power, he began to study illusions with the help of the Cup of the Sun.
This country in Xiinsai has a power that most priests are afraid of.
There was a knock on the door outside, and a man with three leaves suddenly rushed in. There was a blood-red brand on his body.
This is a slave.
But it was not Stan Tito's slave, but a slave from a nearby fishing ground. He always came here to learn craftsmanship from Stan Tito.
Although he didn't say that he wanted to learn, Stan could still tell.
Stan Tito walked out of the innermost room and looked at the slave.
Before he could speak, the slave said excitedly.
"Master, do you know?"
"The Kingdom of Samo was defeated."
Stan Tito nodded: "How big of a defeat?"
The slave was a little excited, although he didn't know what he was excited about. After all, what could these things have to do with him, a humble and lowly slave?
But when he hears such important news, he always feels excited to find someone to tell and share it with.
"The Kingdom of Samo may be about to fall. Everyone is saying that King Henir will become the new King of Xinsai."
"A new dynasty will be established, and times have completely changed."
Stan Tito didn't care about war. He felt that no matter whether the war was won or lost, it would not change the world.
Whether Henir becomes king or Henir fails.
Stan Tito packed up the bone plates on his desk and patted the slave on the shoulder.
"The emergence of a king cannot change the times."
"No matter how powerful the troll is, it can only bring destruction."
"War cannot bring hope, nor can it bring light to tens of millions of Xiinsai people."
"History has always told us that the Hinsai people have been going in circles for hundreds of years and will eventually return to where they started."
"Generation after generation of kings, more or less capable people emerge."
"But no one has ever created a greater glory than King Jessel."
He lowered his head and sighed: "When we leave God, we lose the power to pursue the light."
The slave didn't understand what Stan Tito meant and could only scratch his head.
He suddenly remembered the scene written in "The Last Chapter", something that the great poet Tito had never forgotten.
Stan Tito was stunned immediately, and he spoke slowly and in a low voice.
"The power of dreams that can create everything."
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The army engaged in a fierce battle on the desert plain. Two terrifying giant insects of different colors fought on the desert plain, while thousands of soldiers on the earth formed formations to attack.
Throwing spears fell like rain. The tall and strong pioneer warriors waved their battle axes and clashed with each other. The soldiers who followed closely behind raised their stone hammers and smashed the bone armor of the three-leaf people one after another.
However.
The battle didn't last long, and the Desert Worm suddenly lost control, and it took a while before it managed to stabilize.
It was obviously unable to fight and could only start to retreat.
Thousands of Samo Kingdom soldiers were defeated and retreated into the distance with the desert worms.
Many people were captured or lost their way in the desperate escape.
The capital of the Samo Kingdom.
The three-leaf man sitting on the throne with a crown on his head suddenly opened his eyes. He immediately touched his forehead. One of the Ruch brands that controlled the desert worm was so faint that he could hardly see clearly.
"Bang bang~"
The king looked like he was crazy. He pushed everything he could see in the palace crazily and smashed it to vent his inner fear and panic.
As early as a year ago, the rumor that the gods had taken back the Ruch giant monster had spread throughout the country of Xiinsai.
Of course the Samo Kingdom would not know this.
However, when they knew it, it was too late.
Four out of seven Rukh trolls from the Royal Bloodline family are left, and Henir and Samo Kingdom each get two.
However, the power of the desert worms and moon demon ferns they had in their hands had been rapidly depleted in the previous battles with Queen Star Luo again and again.
In Henir's hands, apart from the fact that the power of the Earth-Drilling Demonic Insect is about to be exhausted, the power of the Siler Siren is still intact.
This was the main reason why Henir was forced to retreat step by step, besides having far superior military strength than them.
Henir just wanted to exchange his money with them, because he would definitely win in the end.
"Damn it!"
"mean!"
"Despicable bastard, black mud who stole the throne."
"Do you think you can defeat me just like this? Do you think you can defeat the royal descendants who have stood firm for hundreds of years?"
"impossible!"
His anxiety and roaring expressed his fierceness and inner anger. He felt that his throne and power were crumbling away little by little.
He felt that he had lost not just his mark, but everything.
The king's red eyes looked into the distance: "Do you think that without the Ruch Brand, we have no way to control the Ruch Giant Monster?"
However, these words made Princess Saliman's expression change immediately after she stepped into the palace.
She hurried forward, knelt down and nestled at the foot of the throne.
"king!"
"At this time, perhaps only the power of God can guide us."
Wang smiled: "God?"
"No!"
“No one can find God, much less gain strength from God.”
“Who has been able to enjoy God’s favor since the saint Tito hundreds of years ago?”
Princess Saliman quickly said a name: "Stan Tito."
"The descendants of great poets are called lucky sons by the world."
"It is said that the key to the door to the kingdom of God is in his hand at this moment."
The king gradually calmed down and looked at his princess, the first heir to the Samo Kingdom.
"Can you find him?"
Princess Sallyman: "Of course, I know where he is."
