(开篇小故事只是存档)
Chat gpt翻译真的笑死我了……好浮夸(。
Upon the golden stair's apex she stood, where crystal-like rivulets extended from the throne to the hall's end.
Clad in copper armor, the general raised his hands, bowing his head in obeisance at the foot of the staircase.
No law in the codex forbade subjects from gazing upon the grace of their sovereign, yet the legion's master on the battlefield, a bulwark against a thousand foes, had never dared to meet the gaze of his celestial ruler, as if it were an intolerable blasphemy or a trembling warrior baptized in the blood of millions, shivering involuntarily under the queen's eyes, radiant as the forge's scorching sun.
"The blood blade of Hemsh, Hethis."
She unsheathed a brass dagger from her linen belt and placed it in the hands of the waiting attendant, nestled in the center of a tray adorned with turquoise and peacock stones.
"Lead the legion, proclaim the name of the Thunder and the Lord of the Yellow Sands to Finbano's wine. Except for the child whose height barely surpasses the rut of a war chariot, the traitors and their kin will face death brought by the extension of the will of Ningshigale.
Through you and the legion, death shall befall upon them."
The queen was not a ruler fond of lengthy discourse, yet at her whim, she could weave verses and prose, and no courtier could match her. Her words, like weighty anvils, landed before champions and silent subjects alike, imposing awe upon fragile souls, making them tremble incessantly.
The general solemnly accepted the short blade, more devoutly than if cradling his own heart.
Nevertheless, he inevitably glimpsed the sacred silhouette at the end of the hall, fervor and fear coexisting in his hazel eyes.
Beneath, a fleeting astonishment lingered, unwilling to yield to the many unspoken words.
Ultimately, he remained silent, his forehead nearly touching the floor.
"Lugal Hemsh, our benefactor, our guiding light, your wisdom illuminates the path of truth. "