دانلود رمان انگلیسی “مراقب مرغ باشید” – کتاب 2

The Crimson Phoenix Empire. A name that resounds across the known world. It is a land of power and glory. Of industry and of art and culture. A superpower that dominates an entire continent under the watchful eye of the Son of Heaven, His Imperial Majesty. The Divine Mandate of Heaven secures his right to rule, and his legions of officials and functionaries span the length and breadth of the continent. Its grand cities house millions. Its sheer expanse could not be fully explored in a hundred mortal lifetimes, encompassing floating islands, hidden realms, and untamed wilderness. There are poison bogs, befuddling forests, and mountains that scrape the very edge of the sky, too tall for any to climb. It is a land of cultivators, those who strive every day to defy the heavens. A hundred thousand battles, great and small, rage across the continent. Martial tournaments. Bandit attacks. Rampaging Spirit Beasts. Pub brawls. Wars in all but name between the Sects. The great battle at the Five Immortal Phoenix Gates rages against the latest round of demonic invaders. For the people who inhabit this land, it is a never-ending climb to the top. To train and fight and struggle and strive. To win glory, fame, merit, accolades. To rise above your birth and defy the heavens. A thousand tales are told of the most noble of martyrs, of the most vile of villains, and of the greatest of heroes. There are battles that shake the heavens and upend the status quo. Even the least of these people dream of it; even the weakest wish to climb. Upon the northern reaches of the sprawling Crimson Phoenix Continent lies the Azure Hills. It is a mostly landlocked province, with only a tiny stretch of land that touched the ocean along its southwestern edge. The province is full of giant rolling hills and grassy knolls. It is so named for the purity of its clear sky and the prevalence of said hills. As befitting a northern province, the seasons are temperate, and a great amount of snow falls each winter. Like all provinces of the Empire, the Azure Hills are enormous, nearly a country in their own right. But they are guilty of a nearly unforgivable sin. The Azure Hills are weak. They are absent from every grand tale and every battle worth mentioning. No name from their pitiful lands has ever been able to reach the heavens. While other provinces can lay claim to wondrous foundries, or high culture, the Azure Hills’ only outstanding quality is its weakness. There were no grand battles here. Very little court intrigue. It was a complete and utter backwater. Yet even these people, in this Qi-less desert, strive. They battle! They defy the heavens! To be victorious, one only needs to pick up their sword, steel their resolve, and fight—