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Astra Chronicles
Fantasy阿斯特拉战纪
The Admirable High Boss
There are 2 suns hanging in the blue sky. The ruins of the lost elven empire are rarely visited by living creatures; The Great Library of St. Donne still shines with wisdom. The eternal halo on the pure white Tower of Eternity reflects on the sea of broken ice. The boiling volcano of Tandamine still bears traces of the great battle. The dangers of the Holy Mountain of Palando cannot stop pilgrims; The galloping cavalry on the Pamel Plateau; Shamans pray to their ancestors in black smoke fortresses made of steel and claws. The city lords in the stone castle gradually lost the traditions of the Tran Empire; The glory of Quentin the Great still remains on the spire of Cosco City. Kahekasa roars silently in the abyss; The Sea Tribe had long forgotten Vader's grace and looked on with cold eyes. The demons on distant Malte seem to never stop raging and fighting; Mort on the dark throne of Mather was still so careless. ... Xiang Qian raised his head, the vertical pupil of his right eye flashed, he clenched the knife in his hand, and moved forward indomitably!
There are 2 suns hanging in the blue sky. The ruins of the lost elven empire are rarely visited by living creatures; The Great Library of St. Donne still shines with wisdom. The eternal halo on the pure white Tower of Eternity reflects on the sea of broken ice. The boiling volcano of Tandamine still bears traces of the great battle. The dangers of the Holy Mountain of Palando cannot stop pilgrims; The galloping cavalry on the Pamel Plateau; Shamans pray to their ancestors in black smoke fortresses made of steel and claws. The city lords in the stone castle gradually lost the traditions of the Tran Empire; The glory of Quentin the Great still remains on the spire of Cosco City. Kahekasa roars silently in the abyss; The Sea Tribe had long forgotten Vader's grace and looked on with cold eyes. The demons on distant Malte seem to never stop raging and fighting; Mort on the dark throne of Mather was still so careless. ... Xiang Qian raised his head, the vertical pupil of his right eye flashed, he clenched the knife in his hand, and moved forward indomitably!