"Hehe, okay, okay, it's up to you." Loran Hill said as he pulled Ye Ling towards the center of the city.
After passing through the bustling market and the prosperous commercial street, we arrived at the central square of Solander. A square monument stood in the square, with several soldiers standing upright around it.
The bluish stone tablets are engraved with the team numbers, hero names, and difficult battles, commemorating the people and deeds who sacrificed in independence, in the battle against the Frost Alliance, and in the resistance against the imperial invasion.
There were bouquets of flowers placed under the memorial stone, which seemed to have been left by travelers who had come here. Even when Loran Hill and Ye Ling approached, they could see scattered pedestrians stopping again and praying in low voices.
After stopping for a while, Loran Hill also bought a bouquet of light white flowers, gently placed it under the tombstone, and closed his eyes to pray.
After a while, the two of them slowly left this place and walked towards the palace in the north of the square.
Today, this is no longer the palace of the West Wind Royal Family, but has been transformed into the political center of Clancy. Countless people in white robes and wearing blue and gold badges come in and out of it. They are officials and affairs officers belonging to the country, helping to deal with various affairs of this huge country.
“Sister Luo Lan, look!”
Ye Ling pointed to the hillside behind the palace, where a beautiful white statue stood. It was a statue of a young girl with three pairs of wings on her back. She wore a long dress, her wings spread and slightly curved, as if shielding the sky from the rain. One hand held a lantern high, her eyes gazing at the distant sky, while the other hand was slightly raised back, slender fingers stretched out.
Beneath her, a group of small statues of various shapes were walking forward along the curve of her skirt. The curve of her skirt was like a raised mountain path, leading them in the direction pointed by the bright light.
These miniature figures represent a variety of races: horned orcs, emaciated humans, winged creatures, and rabbit-eared men and women. Their attire and the objects they hold represent their professions: scholars in robes clutching scrolls, warriors in armor wielding swords, sailors wearing sailor caps and sextants, farmers with hoes, workers with wrenches and shovels, elderly people, children, and more. Hundreds of tiny figures converge on the graceful curve of the skirt, climbing ever higher, closer and closer to the lantern's path.
This is Thorand, the largest statue in Crancia, and is called 'Loranhill with the Lantern'.
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