Half past eleven in the morning.

The inner city of Winter City has been put under martial law, and the wide stone road from the entrance of Winter Castle to the outer city of Winter City is already full of soldiers.

The players and the citizens of Winter City stayed behind these cold Crusaders, looking around eagerly, waiting for the enthronement ceremony to begin.

In the inner city square outside Winter Castle, a tall ceremonial staircase was temporarily built.

The entire staircase is made of white sandstone, and each stone slab is exactly the same size.

There are nine steps in total, about six meters high. At the top of the steps is a wide, circular plane with a radius of five meters.

The king's obsidian throne is being placed on it by craftsmen in advance.

Although it is only a temporary installation, the craftsmen still make each stone slab solemnly and beautifully.

They carved rough reliefs on them, and each piece was different, giving them a simple and heavy aura.

Rows of black-backed golden eagle flags are being planted on the walls of Winterfell. The majestic and solemn Winterfell has become the background of the throne. The flags are flapping in the wind, and the king's enthronement ceremony is ready.

"Woo——"

A powerful horn sounded.

"Dong dong dong" war drums beat, and a knight holding a ceremonial sword walked to the bottom of the ceremony stage in goose-step.

He wore gorgeous silver-gray armor with exquisite patterns of eagles slaying their prey. A few strands of flaxen hair could be faintly seen in the visor.

Aarons poured fighting energy into his voice, with a solemn expression, and said loudly:

"Rising from the Sorundo Mountains in the south to the cold Northland in the north, and adjacent to the Empire of Andorra and the Principality of Meton in the east and west, we form the country beneath our feet, this lush and fertile land."

"Now this country will have a new owner."

"The only one in charge, His Highness Xiwei Golden Lion!"

His high and serious voice overshadowed the majestic sound of drums and was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present, as well as to the prepared King's carriage.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Neat and deafening footsteps came from the outer city.

Someone stood on tiptoes and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a chariot made of steel being pulled up by five venom flying dragons. Surrounding the chariot were ten tall and powerful Paladins of Light, and thousands of Crusaders formed a phalanx to follow behind the chariot.

That heavy footsteps came from them.

Xiwei was fully clothed in armor, holding a long sword and standing on the steel chariot that symbolized iron fist and force. His expression was solemn, without any trace of the arrogance of becoming a king, but he was looking straight ahead with stern eyes.

Clermont rode at the front of the team, leading the entire convoy forward.

He pulled out the long sword in his hand, raised it high, and with a vigorous roar like thunder, ordered the neat Crusaders formations on both sides of the road:

"Crusader Legion, stand solemn!"

He took back the hand holding the sword, raised it in front of him, and continued to roar:

"Hail to the King!"

"Roar!"

The Crusaders on both sides of the road roared collectively, raised their swords, and slapped them on their shields with a "bang" sound. After the chariot passed by, they lowered their swords.

The chariot continued forward and came to the front of the priest legion.

"Welcome His Royal Highness the King, and all the priests and priests pay their highest respect to His Highness!"

Clemont raised his sword and put it down, looking straight ahead.

The surrounding priests raised their metal scepters and followed Clemont's movements, knocking them heavily on the ground.

"boom--"

The players and the citizens felt a buzzing in their ears, and even the ground trembled slightly the moment the priest lowered his scepter.

"City Guards, salute!"

"Cavalry, salute!"

As the chariot passed by, accompanied by Clemont's angry shouts, and amidst the "clang" sound, the sword and shield soldiers on the left and right drew out their long swords and placed them on their chests, pointing the sword tips to the sky, with serious expressions.

The knights, led by the Earth Knights, led their horses and bowed slightly, clenching one hand on their chest and saluting the king as knights.

The chariot gradually came to the front, and the ceremony stage was already in sight.

"General Baine Bloodhoof, lead your Bloodhoof clan to pay tribute to the king!"

After Clemont finished speaking, he pointed his sword downwards, sheathed it, and knelt on one knee.

Bain Bloodhoof, who was standing near the forum, also knelt down on one knee when he heard this, held up the giant ax in his hands, and shouted in a muffled voice:

"Bloodhoof clan, everyone salutes!"

The tauren standing on both sides of the ceremonial stage also followed the same pattern, except that what Carl Bloodhoof raised was a King of the Hill siege cannon that was almost as big as himself.

The steel chariot stopped with a "bang", and the five venom flying dragons crawled on the ground and lowered the height of the chariot. Then Xiwei calmly stepped out of the chariot with a majestic expression.

After Xiwei passed by the Bloodhoof Clan, Clemont stood up, signaled the Bloodhoof Clan to return to their original position, and then followed Xiwei, one position behind.

Xiwei climbed onto the ceremonial stage and came to the throne, but did not sit down immediately.

He looked around at all the soldiers, players, and citizens in the entire inner city area, as if he wanted to remember every one of them in his mind.

"I, Sivi Golden Lion, swear an oath to all citizens."

"I will govern an unprecedentedly powerful country, and you will also see a brand new country rise here, and you will be proud to be its citizens."

"Guard it, develop it, develop it, and plant its flag in every corner of Kane."

"It's called the Winter Empire."

"And I am called the Winter King!"

"Long live the Winter King!"

Aarons's roar came from below the ceremony stage.

This roar was like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples, and the roar like a tsunami almost broke away the clouds above Winter City.

"Long live! Long live!"

The sound of "dong dong dong" war drums, accompanied by the melodious horns, reached a climax at this moment.

"Long live the Winter King!" Aarons raised his fist and roared again.

"Long live! Long live!"

"Boom——!"

The bell rang at twelve o'clock, and the continuous ringing covered the excited shouts of the people, ushering the enthronement ceremony into the final stage.

Roy and Loli walked out of Winter Castle with a group of maids. Loli held a crown symbolizing royal power on a tray, while Roy held a red gold-rimmed shawl symbolizing iron blood and bravery.

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

A dozen little carrot heads shouted sweetly, each with a sullen face and a serious look. They held flowers and dew in their hands, and under the leadership of Nina, they performed the standard maid ceremony.

Xiwei smiled and bent down, while the little carrot heads sprinkled flower petals and a little dew on Xiwei's head and body, which meant blessing and washing away bad luck.

After doing all this, Luo Li and Roy came forward, one on the left and the other on the right, standing timidly in front of Xi Wei. The three of them looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

Roy's eyes were soft and he looked at Xi Wei lovingly. He unfolded the shawl in his hand and gently draped it on his shoulders. After tying the collar cord, he stepped aside.

Immediately afterwards, Loli smiled sweetly at Xiwei. She knelt down on one knee and respectfully raised the crown in the tray in front of Xiwei.

Looking at the heavy crown made of mithril on the bright red tray, Xiwei took a deep breath, gently picked up the crown with both hands, faced the noon sun, and slowly but firmly put it on his head.
Chapter completed!