Chronicles of Geta Continent

New trap: "The Enchanting Journey" http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=738538 Children who have traveled far away, Think of the sword in your hand, the gun in your heart, There are thorns waiting ahead, Along the way, there are angry horses, golden armor, and countless treasures; Children who have traveled far away, Please stop and listen to the old man's singing, The ancient harp music ripples as a prophecy: Endless gold flows with blood, The boundless scepter lives with the hesitation of the dead. Children who have traveled far away, Think of the sword in your hand, the gun in your heart, The glory of Geta Continent is waiting ahead, Loyalty and perseverance along the way, and the guardianship of God Tira; Children who have traveled far away, Please stop and listen to the old man's singing, The ancient piano sound copy scroll floats: The rulers of the six realms will regard you as their king. Demons are the wings of loyalty, Angels are treacherous watches, There are also demons who die repeatedly in the fire; The elves are wandering in their bloodline, The ghost hides in the old castle and mourns, There is also the fantasy of the wilderness inscribed with ideals. Children who have traveled far away, Please stop and listen to the old man's singing, The ancient piano music turns into a sad replay: The red tears have not yet been wiped out from his eyes, His hands are already stained with hypocrisy and filth, Only the noble head is held high in loneliness; The long hair is entangled in the desolation of the cold night, The delicate face is twisted into a look of jealousy, The crying mockery was left to face the rising sun. Children who have traveled far away, Listen to my advice, Don't bury your true heart; Ask yourself, Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Please dismount, Put down the sword in your hand, put down the gun in your heart, Returning to the hometown where I grew up, Don't forget, there is still hope for the old father day after day...