A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and in this wilderness with almost no human habitation, the chaotic and rapid sound of horse hooves could be heard.

The running horses' hooves kicked up dust, and a pursuit battle was taking place in the wilderness.

There were only three people running in front of them. They were all covered in dust, looked miserable, and had blood stains on their bodies. They had obviously experienced a battle not long ago, and there were still some wounds that were slowly oozing blood, dyeing the clothes in that area. color.

However, these people who were galloping on their horses seemed to be unaware of the injuries on their bodies. They just gritted their teeth and accelerated their horses again and again, trying to throw away the pursuers behind them.

But because the horses were tired from running for a long time, they not only failed to throw away the pursuers, but instead saw the distance between the two sides getting closer and closer.

The bandage on the shoulder and neck of the man who was running at the end was completely soaked in blood, which looked shocking.

The long run caused his unhealed wound to open again. He had no time to deal with it and could only let it continue to flow. His face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, and his breathing was extremely heavy.

Not to mention that he was about to be overtaken, even if he wasn't overtaken, he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

The knight thought so, looked back at the dozen pursuing soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and made up his mind.

He glanced at the two companions galloping in front of him, and suddenly pulled the reins hard.

The horse beneath him made a high-pitched neighing sound, raised its front hooves high, and was forcibly stopped in place by its master.

Sensing the movement behind him, a knight in front turned back and looked shocked and angry.

"Nah! What are you doing? Come up!"

"You go-"

Turning his horse's head to block behind his companion, the wounded knight looked determined as he faced the approaching pursuers.

With a clang, the long sword was unsheathed.

He shouted: "Go quickly! Don't stop!"

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, held the sword tightly, and silently prayed in his heart for the last time in his life.

Gods of heaven, please give me the strength to protect my companions.

Please bless them in fulfilling our mission.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the knight roared and charged single-handedly towards an enemy that was more than ten times his size.

"Nah!"

The young knight shouted, tugged on the reins, and wanted to rein in his horse and turn back to fight with his companions.

He couldn't just abandon his comrades who lived and died with him.

But at this moment, a hoarse voice came from the front.

"Walk."

"Lord Moya, Nahta——"

"Let's go, don't waste the time Na He gave us with his life."

The middle-aged knight in front had a calm voice and seemed to be calm, but the veins on the back of his hands that clenched the reins betrayed his mood at the moment.

"We must survive, even if there is only one person left, we must survive and go to the royal city of Aaron Landis."

He said, every word was extremely calm, yet as heavy as a mountain peak.

"for……"

The elder knight's voice when he said those words was not loud, but unusually heavy.

The young knight's breath hitched, and there was a look of grief in his eyes.

Along the way of escaping, he watched helplessly as his companions who had fought side by side died one after another.

As of now, there are only three people left, including himself.

At this moment, Na He will also...

He gritted his teeth and forced back the hot tears that were about to leak from the corners of his eyes.

The horse galloped forward with all his strength, the wind whistling in his ears.

To survive.

Stay alive and head to Aaron Landis.

for--

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A violent sound of weapons clashing rang out at the entrance to the empty valley.

Heimos blocked the long sword that was coming towards him.

The next moment, he slammed it away.

With his backhand, he took away the force of Heimos's collision, and Kaihos stabbed him with another sword.

There was a clear and crisp sound.

The long sword was erected in front of Heimos's chest, and the blade perfectly blocked the sharp tip of the sword that stabbed his chest.

The tip of the sword made a smooth splash of sparks on the blade, making a harsh friction sound.

It's hard to imagine how strong the confrontation between them was - anyway, the knights and generals nearby changed their expressions instantly when they saw this scene.

The exploding sparks reflected in Heimos' eyes.

A sharp light flashed across those golden-red eyes, and he seemed to be aroused in an instant, revealing his fangs.

After a few rounds of back and forth with Kehos.

Avoiding another sword attack, he rushed forward, turning from defense to offense, taking advantage of the moment before Caihos had time to retract the sword that had just struck him diagonally.

He lowered his hand.

The long sword suddenly descended and slashed across the blond knight's exposed side chest.

Kehos jumped back.

A somersault, dodging a horizontal sword.

Then, land quickly.

It was just that the dark cloak flying behind him was obviously torn when it fell.

But he was completely unaware, just staring at Heimos with sharp eyes.

Heimos also looked at him with cold eyes.

The two people's eyes seemed to have collided in the air, and exploded like lightning.

The earth was extremely silent at this moment.

The pressure that erupted when the powerful momentums collided swept away in all directions, like an invisible wall, preventing anyone on the side from taking a step into the realm of their duel.

The moment a breath falls.

Kehos stood up suddenly and jumped forward, his posture like a tiger.

Heimos' eyes were as fierce as a wolf's, and he charged forward without any hesitation.

Seeing that these two powerful knights who cannot be stopped are about to collide fiercely again——

A silver-white long sword shot out with a swish, diagonally inserted into the grass.

The sword hilt also shook slightly.

The position where it was inserted was exactly between the two knights who were about to collide.

The two of them stopped abruptly at the same moment, but their eyes still met fiercely, like two ferocious beasts, both staring at each other.

The voice of the young king who threw the sword between the two people came from the side.

"Have you beaten enough?"

Garlan asked with a frown.

He felt baffled by this sudden battle.

Although the relationship between Keyhos and Heimos has always been bad, they won't fight to the death as soon as they meet, right?

Withdrawing his sharp gaze from Heimos, the blond knight stood up straight, sheathed his sword with a click.

Caihos took a few steps forward and pulled out the long sword stuck in the grass.

When he drew the sword, his lips moved and he obviously whispered something.

But his voice was so low that only Heimos, who was only a few steps away from him, could hear him.

Holding the drawn sword, Kehos turned around and walked back to Garlan.

When facing Garlan, he showed his usual smile. The dangerous aura that seeped out of Heimos's eyes just now has been deeply buried, and can no longer be seen.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at Garlan, as wanton as ever, with a bit of unruly color.

Holding the sword in both hands, Kehos brought it to Garlan.

He said: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, it was just a whim, and it was out of order before the emperor."

"Whim?"

Garlan asked suspiciously after taking the sword and inserting it back into the scabbard at his waist.

"Um."

Caijos shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"These past few days, I have been focusing on training martial arts. Watching others fight in the arena every day, I also became interested."

He smiled at Garlan again.

"But, Your Majesty, you know, no one here is my opponent, so I can only watch and cannot move."

There was a smile on his lips, seemingly lazy and careless, and he glanced at Heimos aside from the corner of his eyes.

"No, when I saw Mr. Heimos coming over, I finally had someone who could have a good fight with me. I couldn't help but feel itchy, so I took action."

Garlan: "..."

Just lie.

Continue to lie.

I'm just watching here to see what else you can say.

Garlan said in his heart that he didn't believe a word of what Caihos said.

However, Kayhos is his guardian knight after all, and in the eyes of others, he is his confidant and favorite general. There is no way he can refute Kayhos's face in front of everyone.

Therefore, he could only pretend to believe it.

"okay."

Garlan looked at his guardian knight with a sideways smile and said, "If you want to take action, don't do it at this time. If you haven't fought enough, you can find a place to continue at another time."

After saying that, Garlan took his white horse, turned around and walked straight forward.

Cayjos followed closely behind him.

However, before leaving, he turned back and glanced at Heimos coldly, with a hint of warning.

Heimos stood there, as if he didn't even see the warning look in the blond knight's eyes.

He just looked at Garlan.

He watched the young man leave surrounded by everyone, without even looking back at him.

He slowly sheathed the sword, his face expressionless.

Thin black hair fell down, and the shadow covered most of his eye sockets. His fingers gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist very tightly.

…

‘Let’s continue tonight. ’

That was what Kehos said to him in a low voice when he drew his sword just now.

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In a blink of an eye, night has fallen.

Under Kehos's persuasion, Garlan, who felt that the special training camp in the mountains and forests was much cooler than the palace, temporarily decided to rest here tonight.

After sending someone back to the palace to inform Shemuel and Tapti of his decision to rest outside tonight, Garlan chatted with Caihos for a while, and then entered the room that Caihos had arranged for him. Room.

After lying comfortably on the bed and squinting for a while, Garlan suddenly remembered.

He didn't seem to have said a word to Heimos all day today.

Heimos also remained silent, just following him without saying a word.

Thinking of Heimos' appearance, Garlan couldn't bear it.

However, when he recalled the extremely shameful words Heimos had pressed him against the mirror that morning, Garlan became angry and anxious.

……ignore him.

Throwing the guy behind his head, Garlan buried half of his face into the soft pillow.

Accompanied by the low chirping of insects at night and the sound of the dense tree canopy in the jungle rustling in the wind, he quickly fell into sleep.

Of course, Garlan could not have known that after he fell asleep, two people took advantage of the darkness and rode horses one after another to quickly leave the valley entrance of the special training camp.

The two knights galloped along the forest path for a while, and then stopped in an open space when they were far away.

Still without saying a word, they dismounted and walked straight to the open space.

Kayhos didn't say anything nonsense, just drew his sword and pointed it at the opponent.

"Lord Heymos, you did something unforgivable to His Majesty..."

There was a wave of anger surging in his eyes.

He said solemnly: "Aren't you going to give me an explanation?"

Heimos stood opposite him, looking at him expressionlessly.

Hearing this sentence, he suddenly pulled the corners of his lips mockingly.

"Explanation? Unforgivable?"

With a clang, the long sword at Heymos's waist was also unsheathed.

He stood there, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally towards the ground.

"Kayhos."

The corners of his lips raised mockingly.

"You have done so many "unforgivable" things so far. Have you ever explained it to anyone?"

The look he cast on Kehos was full of sneer.

"…………"

"Shouldn't you be the one who knows the best about this kind of thing?"

Heimos looked at Kejos expressionlessly and said,

"The longing for the person you love, the desire to touch him, to possess him. What is so unforgivable about this desire that everyone has?"

Thinking of the way Garlan looked at him with disbelief and resistance after he said those words because he was angered by Garlan, and then pushed his hand away... Heimos felt uncomfortable. Deadly.

A feeling of depression pressed tightly on his chest, almost making him unable to breathe.

Is his desire for him so repulsive and difficult to accept?

Does Garlan think his desire is dirty?

For a whole day he refused to even look at him again.

Did the desire he revealed disgust Garlan?

...Will he be alienated by Garlan in the future?

Brown fingers clenched the hilt of the sword tightly.

It was clear that a powerful enemy was on the opposite side, but Heimos suddenly closed his eyes tightly, as if he was holding back something, and his breathing became rapid.

Kehos was startled.

He felt that something was wrong with Heimos' current situation.

"Lord Heymos, you..."

Before he finished speaking, his ears suddenly twitched.

Kehos turned his head sharply and looked east.

Almost at the same moment, Heimos also raised his head and looked to the east with an angry look.

They all keenly heard the sounds of fighting coming from that direction.

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The young knight was panting violently, and hot blood flowed from his forehead, staining half of his cheeks red.

He gritted his teeth and clenched the sword with both hands.

In front of him, there were four strong men in costumes holding sharp knives, approaching him.

"...I won't die...I won't die here."

The young knight gasped rapidly, his clenched teeth chattering.

He stared hard at the enemies surrounding him, with veins almost popping out of his blood-stained forehead.

He roared: "I will never die in your hands!"

Master Moya risked his life to lure away the pursuers, just to let him escape and complete their mission.

They're all here!

The royal city of Aaron Landis is right in front of you, and you can see that person right away——

They sacrificed the lives of countless comrades to get to where they are today. He must not end here!

"All things must perish."

The person approaching him answered in a deep voice.

"Only under the protection of my God can I live forever..."

When he said this, the man's eyes were full of fanaticism.

"You ants who rebel against my God, sacrifice your humble lives for the coming of my God -"

While they were talking, the four men had already raised their swords and charged towards the young knight.

The knight, who was seriously injured and whose body had already lost control of his body, could only watch in despair as the swords from different directions struck at him.

He was about to die by the sword——

Suddenly, a ray of sword light came from the ground and passed by his eyes.

Wherever the sword light passed by, blood spurted out.

In just the blink of an eye, the young knight saw the four people falling to the ground before he even recovered.

Three people were dead, and only one was left. He was stepped on the ground by the tall man standing in front of him, and he seemed to have passed out.

"Tsk, those guys from the All Things Sect again... are so brave, they actually dare to sneak into the vicinity of the Royal City."

A sword was pulled from the back of a dead body, Cayjos said.

At the same time, Heimos walked out of the shadows of the jungle and threw a man with blood dripping from his chest at the feet of Kehos.

"This guy is spying in the woods," he said.

The young knight who narrowly escaped death seemed to be stunned, staring blankly at the person standing in front of him.

Blonde……

Also, the black eye patch and one eye are almost iconic in rumors.

"Knight of the scorching sun..."

He muttered to himself, as if in a dream.

"Um?"

Seeing the young man rescued from the fanatic followers of the Cult of All Things calling out his title, Kayhos turned his head and looked at him.

As soon as they looked at each other, he saw the young man's face change as if he were sleepwalking, and he knelt down to him.

"Lord Kayhos! Please go and save Lord Moya - he led the pursuers away for me - please go and save him -"

Kehos frowned as he listened to the young man's incoherent words.

"What on earth are you talking about? Also, since you know me, tell me your identity immediately."

"Hug, I'm sorry... I'm rude, because Lord Moya is in very danger now, I..."

Taking a deep breath, the young knight, who was so excited when he suddenly saw the dawn of hope at that moment of despair, tried to calm down.

"Lord Kehos, Lord Moya and I are the royal knights of Kanal."

He put one hand across his chest and gave Kehos a standard knightly salute.

"We are here to meet King Garlan."

he said eagerly,

"So, please be sure to save Lord Moya."

Cayjos was startled.

Heimos frowned on the side.

"The Royal Knights of Canal?"

The author has something to say: Friends, you should be able to guess whose subordinates they are~~