Chapter 1193 (1/2)
Six door fire array, raw gate belongs to water.
After Big Joe casts the water attribute's summon spell, a fluffy fog comes from all directions, and then converges in the sky, forming a dark blue vortex.
The deep blue whirlpool is so beautiful that it spins and radiates the power of calling.
Every person in Zhongzhou City, when he saw it, showed a surprised expression on his face.
Then, under the gaze of people in Zhongzhou City, an army in armor appeared on the square in front of the imperial city.
Ten, a hundred.
Thousand, ten thousand!
100000!
It is the most elite army of Xia state.
They are a total of 100000 people, orderly and vigorous.
Their bodies are as straight as javelin, and each one exudes a sharp momentum.
The whole army radiated with incomparable sharpness.
Together, there is a graceful figure.
She did not appear on the imperial square with these Xia Guojun.
But from the bottom of the vortex, slowly flying down.
It's a woman's figure, but she's wearing a Golden Dragon Robe.
The distance is a little far, but all the people in Zhongzhou still see her face clearly through the mystery of the six door fire array.
She has a graceful and noble oval face with picturesque willow eyebrows and exquisite facial features.
Her body exudes a high breath, which belongs to the Queen's unique prestige.
Fall at this moment, king in the world!
People in Zhongzhou City, when they saw her, felt shocked and had an impulse to kneel down!
”See the queen!”
Ying Xiya, dressed in a Dragon Robe, landed on the top of Zhongzhou Imperial City, beside Daqiao and Wang Xiaojian.
Wang Xiaojian, the Duke of Zhenguo, smiles and kneels on one knee to Ying Xiya.
All the officers and men under the imperial city also knelt down to Ying Xiya.
Long live the queen
”The Duke of Zhenguo is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!”
Shiwanxia National Army shouts ”long live the empress” and ”thousand years old the Duke of Zhenguo”.
Every resolute face of them is pious and excited.
Once Tianxia was turbulent and disintegrated.
Their forefathers, forced to leave Zhongzhou, protected the remaining royal blood.
Now, after seven hundred and eighty-four years, their queen, their Duke of town, took them back to the capital.
This was the imperial capital that their forefathers made of flesh and blood. Now they are back.
The voice of Xia Guojun, with the help of the mystery of the big array, spread all over the four sides, shaking the whole Zhongzhou city.
It's a loud voice.
In a flash, hundreds of thousands of people in Zhongzhou city were infected and knelt down in the direction of the queen.
”Long live the queen, long live, long live!”
”Zhenguogong, thousand years, thousand years, thousand years!”
Rumble sound, resounding through.
It's an excited voice. It's a passionate voice.
The voice of hundreds of thousands of people shouting in unison, long live the queen, shows that they accept the queen from the heart and accept the rejuvenation of Xia state from this day on.
Above the city wall, the empress Ying Xiya is graceful, noble and beautiful.
Looking at all this, she almost burst into tears.
”Rejuvenating Xia state, returning my old capital” is the dream of every Xia emperor.
However, as Xia became weaker and weaker, the dream became more and more distant.