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Text Chapter 106: People don't become great because of luck

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    Stan Tito built a house in a remote seaside village far away from the city of gods, and he really became a craftsman.

    No one knows his name, but only knows that he is highly skilled, and even the nobles in the town come to ask for the things he carved.

    He looked at the fishermen diving out of the sea, sitting on a stone and carving his new work.

    The name is - the couple of fate.

    The character of the story is himself, and the background is the dream he once had.

    once Upon a time.

    He also thought that he was the lucky one, but in the end he found that he was just a thread of fate.

    Luck is also a kind of fate.

    It is ordinary people drifting with the tide without goals and ideals.

    He has heard of heroes one after another in the mythological epics. They have lofty ideals, pious beliefs, powerful strength and so on.

    They have experienced all kinds of hardships, have a strong will, and have an indomitable spirit.

    But I have never heard that a person is great simply because of luck.

    He used to enjoy this power of luck until he met the man in his dream.

    The other party told him: "Tito told God."

    "Fate is in our hands."

    "I no longer wait for fate to come, but create my own destiny with my own hands."

    Except for himself, no one can understand the impact he received at that moment.

    His own ancestors were great people who grasped their destiny.

    He wanted to carve out the scene he had seen in his dream, but he couldn't recall another character in the dream.

    He carved out his own appearance, but finally stopped on another figure, and only outlined 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 for a long time, Stan Tito still couldn't remember.

    He put down the carving knife and stood up, and went back to the house, where a golden flower of God was planted in the innermost dark room.

    He approached the flowerpot, and an illusion scene was released from the golden flower cup. His hand reached into the illusion, as if he directly touched something inside the illusion.

    He flipped through a bone book, trying to find what he wanted from it.

    "The Cup of the Sun!"

    "The flower of God, the flower of taboo, the flower of fantasy."

    "How many magical and unknown powers are hidden in you?"

    After he was endowed with wisdom and power by the gift of power, he began to study illusion with the help of the Sun Cup.

    This is a power that is beyond the reach of most priests in the country of Heinsay.

    There was a knock on the door outside, and a Sanye man rushed in suddenly, with 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 he wanted to learn it, Stan could tell.

    Stan Tito walked out from the innermost room and looked at the slave.

    Before he could speak, the slave said excitedly.

    "Master, do you know?"

    "The Kingdom of Summer has been defeated."

    Stan Tito nodded: "How big is the loss?"

    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 as a humble slave?

    But when he heard such important news, he always felt excited to find someone to tell and share.

    "The Kingdom of Samo may be about to perish. Everyone says that King Henir is going to become the new King of Heinsay."

    "A new dynasty is about to be established, and the times have completely changed."

    Stan Tito doesn't care about war. He feels that no matter whether this war is won or lost, it will not change the world.

    Whether Henir became king, or Henir failed.

    Stan Tito picked up the bone plates on his desk and patted the slave on the shoulder.

    "The appearance of a king cannot change the era."

    "No matter how powerful the troll is, it can only bring about destruction."

     "War does not bring hope, nor does it bring light to the millions of Hiinsai."

    "History has always told us that the Hiinsai have been going around in circles for hundreds of years, and they will only return to the original point in the end."

    "Generation after generation of kings, how many capable people come out in large numbers."

    "But no one has created a glory beyond King Jesser."

    He lowered his head and sighed: "When we leave the gods, we lose the power to pursue the light."

    The slave couldn't understand what Stan Tito said, so he scratched his head.

    He suddenly remembered the scene written in "The Last Chapter", something that the great poet Tito never forgot.

    Stan Tito froze immediately, he said in a low voice.

    "The power of dreams that can create everything."¡ª¡ª

    The armies fought fiercely on the desert plain. Two terrifying giant worms of different colors fought on the wasteland, and thousands of soldiers on the ground formed an array to attack.

    The spears fell like rain, the tall and strong pioneer warriors waved their battle axes and collided with each other, and the soldiers behind them raised their stone hammers to smash the bone armor of one after another.

    However.

    The battle didn't last long, and the desert worm suddenly lost control, and it took a while to stabilize.

    It is obviously powerless to fight, and can only start to retreat.

    Thousands of Samo Kingdom soldiers were routed and retreated to the distance with the desert worm.

    Many people were captured, or lost their way in the frantic escape.

    The capital of the Samo Kingdom.

    Sitting on the throne and wearing a crown, the three-leaf man suddenly opened his eyes, and he immediately touched his forehead. One of the Ruhe brand that controls the desert worms has faded to the point where it is almost impossible to see clearly.

    "Bang bang~"

    The king looked crazy, and he frantically pushed everything he could see in the palace to the ground, smashing and smashing to vent his inner fear and panic.

    As early as a year ago, the rumors that the gods had taken back the Ruhe giant monster had spread throughout the country of Xiyin Sai.

    Of course, the Samo Kingdom would not be ignorant.

    It's just that it was too late when they knew.

    Four of the Ruhe giant monsters of the royal blood family were left, and the Henir and Samo kingdoms each got two.

    However, the strength of the desert worms and moon demon ferns in their hands had been drastically consumed during the previous battles with Queen Xingluo.

    In Henir's hands, except for the power of the burrowing monster that is about to be exhausted, the power of the Sailor Kraken is still intact.

    This is the main reason why Henir was forced to retreat every step of the way, except that he was far superior to them in terms of military strength.

    Henir just wants to trade with them, because he must be the one who wins in the end.

    "Damn it!"

    "Despicable!"

    "Despicable and shameless bastard, black mud who stole the throne."

    "Do you think you can defeat me in this way? Can you defeat the blood of the king who has been standing for hundreds of years?"

    "impossible!"

    Amidst the restlessness and roar, what he expressed was his sternness, and he felt that his throne and rights were disintegrating little by little.

    He felt that what he lost was not only the brand, but everything.

    The king looked into the distance with red eyes: "Do you think that without the Ruhe brand, we have no way to control the Ruhe monster?"

    However, with these words, Princess Saliman's face immediately changed 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, let alone get strength from God."

    "Since Saint Tito hundreds of years ago, who else has been able to receive God's favor?"

    Princess Saliman quickly said a name: "Stan Tito."

    "The descendant of the great poet is called the son of luck by the world."

    "It is said that the key to open the gate of the kingdom of gods is in his hands at this moment."

    The king gradually calmed down, and he looked at his princess, the first heir to the Samo Kingdom.

    "Can you find him?"

    Princess Saliman: "Of course, I know where he is." </div>p;lt;/div&gt
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