A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The drizzle is falling, and the raindrops are gently beating on the young leaves that have just grown. During this short rest period, the tired war horses either lower their heads to nibble on the tender grass under their feet, or devour the soybeans fed by their masters, somewhat recovering. Got a little strength.

The cavalry also took advantage of this time to wolf down the dry food they carried with them to replenish their physical strength as much as possible.

The boy sat quietly on the rock, holding a water bag in his hand. He seemed to be drinking water, but his left hand holding the water bag never moved.

He kept his head tilted and looked to the west.

The direction from which Tyr had fled with the Gastard cavalry.

Fine raindrops fell on his face, and the wet blond hair stuck to his cheeks and neck, and hung down from his shoulders that were also slightly wet.

The golden pupils reflected the distant horizon, and the bits of rain reflected in them seemed to cast a hazy mist over his eyes.

Garlan looked ahead with a sense of loss.

"Your Highness, please eat something."

A guard knight came over and handed the food to Garlan.

"No."

Garlan shook his head.

He couldn't eat it.

The knight looked at him worriedly, and finally left helplessly.

Garlan looked away and took a sip of water.

He lowered his head, and his slender eyelashes seemed to be stained with a little water mist, making them look a bit heavy when they hung down.

feeling bad.

He couldn't tell where he felt uncomfortable.

I just feel uncomfortable in my head, chest, heart... and even my whole body.

By this moment, the Gastad people may have crossed the border and fled into Kanal.

Even if he chases after him now, he can't cross the border. He can only stand on the border and watch the other party walk away.

He was very unwilling.

Just... chase across the border...

As soon as this thought came into his mind, Garlan suppressed it.

He abandoned the army and led his troops to pursue Tire regardless of the overall situation, which was a very willful act.

He can no longer continue to be willful.

The young man pursed his lips tightly.

Brother Wang...

Silently shouting this title in his heart, Garlan closed his eyes and unconsciously clenched the water bag in his hand with his fingers. The water inside was squeezed out, making him wet all of a sudden. fingers.

He seemed unaware.

Something warm gently licked the rain off his cheek.

Garlan opened his eyes and met a pair of brown eyes.

The big lion looked at him, let out a low growl, then came over and gently rubbed Garlan's cheek with his big head.

It seemed to sense Garlan's sadness, so it came over to comfort him.

Garlan reached out and hugged Nega's big plush head. The outer layer of mane was a bit damp, but the inner mane was dry and felt warm to the touch.

The boy buried his face in the big lion's thick mane, and the soft and warm touch calmed his mood a little.

"I'm sorry, Nega, you worked so hard to come here, but you can't do anything..."

He hugged his big lion and spoke softly to it.

Nerga seemed to understand what he said, and she whimpered again. She lowered her head and rubbed against Garlan. She squatted in front of Garlan obediently and let him hold her, motionless.

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horse hooves broke the quiet moment.

Garlan looked up and saw several cavalrymen galloping towards them in the rain from the west.

They were cavalry sent forward to scout.

Garlan's heart tightened, and the arm holding Nega subconsciously tightened.

he thinks.

These cavalrymen who went for reconnaissance must have come back to report to themselves the bad news that the Gastards had fled into Canal.

However, even if he is unwilling to accept it, he must face reality.

The pursuit of Tire could only go so far. He could no longer let the tens of thousands of cavalry troops accompany him in the unnecessary pursuit, wasting time and energy.

Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing himself, Garlan let go of Nega and stood up.

The returning cavalry leader had also found him, dismounted and hurried over, kneeling on one knee in front of him.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The cavalryman's face was covered with water, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat. He was panting rapidly, trying to keep his words clear.

"Gastard's army is at the front, fighting with our army!"

"What?"

Garlan was stunned.

"The Gastards are fighting one of our troops!"

impossible!

Almost all of the western border has fallen, and there are no troops on the border. Where will the army come from to intercept the Gastad people?

...No, wait.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in Garlan's mind.

Could it be... Heimos? !

That's right.

It must be him!

The gray fog covering the golden eyes suddenly dissipated and brightened, and the young man's gaze towards the western border was once again radiant.

"Leave immediately! Go to support!"

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The rain is still falling, not heavy, but a steady patter.

The grass that has been moistened by the drizzle for a week is green, and the greenery spreads endlessly.

Not far from the western border, the stronghold that had been destroyed by Gastad's army and had been deserted for several months was now boiling and noisy again.

Even the cold raindrops cannot extinguish the flames of war here.

The galloping sound of horse hooves shook the earth.

Cavalrymen wearing armor of different colors criss-crossed in the hazy drizzle.

Blood sprayed in the rain.

Dark mud and water splashed away as the horses' hooves trampled the muddy grass.

The Aaron Landis and the Gastards fought fiercely.

One is trying to kill to open a way to survive.

One is trying to regain the glory that was once lost.

The two sides strangled each other fiercely, and no one took a step back.

The hoarse roar mixed with the sound of horse hooves and the fierce impact of weapons echoed in the drizzle.

In the very center of the battlefield, a knight in black armor and a knight in white armor collided heavily again.

There was a clang.

It was the loud noise made when the sword blades in the hands of the two knights collided.

The two figures passed each other and separated.

The golden-red eyes reflected the white figure opposite, and a cold light flashed across Heimos's eyes, which made people's hearts palpitate for no reason.

Tire looked at the dark figure with an indifferent expression.

Although this was not the first time they met, they had looked at each other countless times on and below the walls of the royal city.

But this is the first time that they are fighting in close combat like this.

[The Black Knight of Hell].

Tyr thought.

It is indeed worthy of this name.

Almost no one came near the battlefield where they were fighting.

As they charged toward each other, it was as if they were surrounded by invisible cyclones, throwing away raindrops falling on the cold iron surface of their armor in all directions.

A strong sense of oppression enveloped them, making the air in this area feel like mud.

A showdown between the strong.

At the moment when these two knights, who were also far more powerful than mortals, were fighting desperately, all the evil energy in their bodies burst out.

The overwhelming momentum spreading to all directions made it difficult for anyone else to get even close.

Heimoth's eyes were fixed on Tyr without blinking, and his whole body tensed.

This is the most powerful enemy he has encountered so far.

He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, then loosened it a little, and then tightened it again, in order to make the numb feeling in the tiger's mouth disappear as soon as possible.

Tyr overwhelmed him in strength.

He had clearly felt this in the previous battle.

Gripping the hilt of the sword again, the muscles in Heymos' arm bulged and tensed to the limit.

The fighting intent in his eyes as he stared at Tyr did not weaken at all, but became more intense.

There was a wolf-like ferocity in his eyes.

Just because his strength is inferior to the opponent's, that doesn't mean he can't defeat the opponent——

next second

Heimos let out a heavy breath.

Tyr gave the reins a hard tug.

I don’t know who moves first.

Or maybe at the same time.

Once again they galloped towards each other.

There was a muffled bang, and the sharp sword blades thumped together in the rain, making a sharp and harsh friction sound.

Even in the drizzle, the sparks exploded by the friction of the iron blades were still flying everywhere.

Heimos suddenly felt something in his heart.

The power coming from the opponent's giant sword seemed to have decreased by one point.

A very small amount of power.

If it were anyone else, they might not notice it at all, and it would make no difference to them.

However, Tire's current opponent is Heimos.

He clearly felt this subtle change, raised his head, and looked deeply at his enemy with probing eyes.

…

Tier's breathing was a little rapid, and his silver-white forehead that was wetted by the rain stuck tightly to his forehead, and the water droplets from the ends of his hair made water marks on his cheeks.

The physical fatigue is somehow stronger than before, and the breathing is also somewhat disordered.

His clothes were already soaked, half from the drizzle and the other half from the sweat seeping from his body.

He felt like he was sweating profusely.

The wet clothes clung to his skin. When the wind passed by, the coolness should have penetrated into his skin, but at this moment, he felt that his skin was slightly heated.

In fact, during the day and night when he led his troops to flee, he vaguely felt something was wrong with his body, but because the feeling was very slight, he didn't take it to heart, thinking that he was just too tense and tired during this period.

However, when he had to mobilize all his strength and energy due to the duel with the 'Black Knight', he realized that something was really wrong with his body.

My stamina is depleted faster than usual.

The body is heating up slightly.

Breathing is more rapid and ragged than usual.

The strength is also a little weaker than usual.

…

This situation is very similar to...

'plague'.

This word suddenly appeared in his mind, which made his chest suddenly tighten.

No.

impossible.

He categorically denied it in his heart.

A drop of water fell from his forehead and slid down the tip of his nose.

No matter what he was thinking, Tyr's handsome face was still expressionless, without any human emotion.

But there seemed to be a cluster of cold flames burning deep in his pupils, burning everything in his eyes with the destructiveness of a snowstorm.

He won't lose.

I won’t lose to any plague, and I won’t lose to anyone!

He is Tyr.

Be the most powerful warrior in the world!

Tyr suddenly galloped his horse towards Heimos.

The giant sword in his hand struck down hard.

He accumulated all his strength in this sword, and then burst out suddenly.

Heimos reflexively raised his sword to meet him, but was hit by the sword and his wrist sank, and the tiger's mouth was numb again.

His heart also sank.

What a powerful force——

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his arms tightened to the limit, and even his forehead had faint veins bulging out.

But even if he tried his best, the terrifying power was still pressing down on him little by little with the giant sword.

Tyr's eyes were filled with fierceness.

He is the King of Gastad!

One day, his horse's hooves will trample this land!

He is unbeatable!

invincible--

Suddenly, a sound broke through the air.

Behind Tyr, a sharp arrow broke through the rain curtain and came like lightning.

The gleaming arrow tip was about to penetrate the back of Tyr's neck——

Tyr jerked away.

The sharp arrow violently grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood on his side cheek.

He looked back.

Far behind him, a young man holding a bow stood on horseback. His blond hair, which was still as bright as ever in the gloomy sky, was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Tyr's pupils suddenly dilated.

The Crown Prince of Aaron Landis!

This person is here, which means——

Tyr turned his head sharply and looked quickly at the entire battlefield.

The battlefield that was still in a stalemate just now has completely changed at some point.

The lion flags with red background and gold pattern were flying in the rain, one in front and one in the back, as if they were echoing each other.

The sound of horse hooves shook the earth along with the roar. Countless Aaron Landis's cavalry attacked from the rear. Under the leadership of Xin Yasi, who had natural divine power, they fiercely tore apart the Gasdad army. Back formation.

The Gastard cavalry, which was attacked from both sides, was immediately in chaos.

At this moment, the army was defeated like a mountain.

The white Gastard cavalry was almost instantly submerged by the surging black and red waves.

Surrounded by countless Aaron Landis cavalry, they had no chance to escape.

Just when Tyr was scanning the battlefield with a livid face, a sword suddenly stabbed him diagonally.

Keng!

He held the sword with his backhand and shook it away.

Just as he was about to mount his horse to counterattack, there was another sound of piercing the air beside him, and a sharp arrow shot from a distance forced him to give up the attack and raised his sword to block the arrow.

With a ding sound, the sharp arrow bounced off the sword blade.

He was about to ride his horse towards Garlan in the distance. Heimos, who noticed his intention, stopped him with his horse, blocked him in front of him, and struck him hard with another sword.

Tyr gritted his teeth and had to fight with Heimos again.

However, at this moment, a lion's roar suddenly came, and the air shook slightly for a moment.

While Tyr was fighting with Heimos, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge golden-brown figure swooping towards him from the corner of his eye.

It's that damn lion!

Swinging his sword to force Heimos away, he kicked the horse hard in the belly, trying to make it dodge.

But Tyr's mount was no longer the divine white horse that accompanied him in his battles. After a long period of running and fighting, it was exhausted.

The roar of the King of Beasts just now frightened him even more.

Although it was a war horse, the animal's natural fear of ferocious beasts made it lose control in an instant, and it ran wildly without obeying the command.

Nerga took advantage of the situation and pounced, throwing the war horse to the ground and biting its neck.

Before the lion pounced, Tyr jumped forward and jumped off his horse.

He rolled on the spot and was about to stand up.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy and his vision blurred for a moment, causing his movements to pause for a second.

Just a second's pause.

Maybe not even a second.

But in a duel between strong men, one second is enough to decide everything.

The horse galloped past Tyr.

The sharp sword in the hand of the black knight on horseback split the rain curtain, and also split Tyr's armor fiercely, cutting a deep mark on his back.

And the next second Heymos rode past Tyr, a sharp arrow shot by Garlan followed.

The gleaming arrow only penetrated Tyr's lower abdomen, which was not covered by the armor.

Heimos had jumped off the horse that was galloping forward, turned around and rushed towards Tyr, and the sharp sword in his hand struck down hard again.

The sword edge passed by, and Tyr's breastplate split into two halves under the sword.

The blood spurted from the wound diagonally slashed from the shoulder to the side of the waist splashed onto Heimos' pitch-black armor.

The second sharp arrow that followed pierced his chest deeply.

Tyr stood there.

He seemed to be unable to believe what happened at that moment, and stood there blankly.

He lowered his head blankly, looking at the arrow that penetrated his abdomen and the deep scar on his chest.

The armor on his body had cracked and fell to the ground.

Two deep wounds on the front and back were bleeding on the ground, quickly staining his clothes with blood.

The blood stained the white armor below his waist and dripped onto the ground along the cold iron surface.

Tyr stood there.

His face was bloodless and pale, and his hair was white.

But his body below the shoulders was completely the opposite blood red, forming a strong and extreme contrast.

It was obviously a serious injury that could kill someone, but Tyr held his giant sword on the ground and still stood on the ground without falling.

Raising his hand, he forcefully pulled out the sharp arrow pierced into his chest and threw it aside, letting the blood flow down his chest.

There was no expression on his pale face. He raised his head, but did not look at Heimos in front of him, but looked into the distance.

In the direction he was looking at, a horse galloped towards him, and the man on the horse dismounted.

Niega screamed and stepped forward to greet him.

The young man stroked the big lion's head, and the lion, which was so fierce just now, followed him docilely.

Garlan strode towards Tyr.

When walking towards Tyr, he dropped the bow in his hand on the ground, and then slowly drew out the long sword at his waist.

Tyr stared intently at Garlan who was walking towards him, his pale face expressionless.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the inexplicable heart palpitations that had occurred several times before.

He finally understood that this strange palpitation was because of the young man in front of him.

"……answer me."

Tyr spoke, his voice hoarse.

He stared at Garlan unblinkingly.

"What exactly is the relationship between me and you?"

Garlan looked at him and didn't answer.

The young man stared at him with only cold blades in his eyes.

"I have a feeling..."

"I wasn't supposed to die here."

"I should have had a longer future, conquered this land, and created immortal achievements..."

It sounds like extremely ridiculous language.

However, Tier felt so confidently.

Somehow, his fate changed because of the young man in front of him.

"Garlan, you took away my future."

A drizzle of rain fell from between the two of them.

A fierce light flashed across Tyr's eyes as he stared at Garlan, and he used his last strength to raise the giant sword in his hand.

The two deep wounds on his body spurted out a large amount of blood when he moved, but he seemed unaware.

The giant sword that gathered his last strength swung down heavily, and struck Garlan with a terrifying force that could almost split the earth——

Almost at the same moment, Garlan raised the sword in his hand.

He took a sudden step forward, rushed into Tyr's arms, and almost pressed against Tyr's chest.

The sharp sword in his hand thrust forward and penetrated Tyr's chest fiercely.

Time seems to be frozen in this moment.

The sword in Tyr's hand stopped in mid-air.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Garlan, and the corners of his thin lips suddenly rose.

"You win," Till said.

"No, you didn't lose to me."

Said the boy who pierced his heart with a sharp sword.

"You lost to Aaron Landis."

The moment he finished speaking, Garlan suddenly pulled out the sword that had been thrust into Tyr's chest.

The blood spurted from Tyr's chest splashed onto his face, and his blood-stained blond hair flew into the air.

The young man's golden pupils were astonishingly bright.

The bright red color on her fair cheeks was inexplicably shocking.

Tyr's pupils suddenly dilated, and he took one last deep look at Garlan, his gaze revealing an indescribable complex emotion.

He staggered back two steps, and the giant sword in his hand fell to the ground.

But he still didn't fall.

He still stood stubbornly on the ground, unyielding.

He slowly raised his right hand and stretched it forward toward Garlan.

He seemed to want to grab something with this hand... maybe it was Garlan, maybe it was the future that was taken away by Garlan.

But in the end he couldn't catch anything.

And at the moment when he seemed to reach out to catch Garlan, there was a loud roar of a lion.

The lion roared with rage and lunged forward, throwing Tyr to the ground.

Take one bite.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Nerga bit off Tyr's head.

The strong wind blew, causing the thick golden brown mane to undulate like waves. The huge male lion held the bitten head in its mouth and stepped on the headless corpse.

Blood seeped from between its fangs and dripped onto the grass at its feet.

Nega turned around, walked up to Garlan with the head in her mouth, and roared lowly.

Garlan looked at the head in trance for a long time.

Then he leaned down.

The young man knelt down on one knee on the wet grass.

Holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, the sword was propped on the ground in front of him.

He closed his eyes, as if praying to someone.

A knight in black armor stood quietly beside him.

A slight drizzle fell, and the rain stained the young man's cheeks.

The strong wind swept across the blood-stained grass, causing the long golden hair of the boy who was kneeling to pray to fly in the air.

…

Tyr died in battle.

Gastad's army was destroyed.

At this point, the war that lasted for several months finally came to an end.

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