A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

It was dark all around, with five fingers out of reach, nothing could be seen. The little child sat with his knees in a narrow dark hole, his chin resting on his knees.

He opened his eyes in the darkness, as if looking at the past through the darkness in front of him.

After this rebirth, he never wanted to go back to the past.

He could vaguely see him lying on the cold stone floor as a teenager, and the outbreak of poison|drug caused bleeding in the corners of his mouth, eyes, and even his nostrils.

Everyone stood around him, looking down on him who fell to the ground in awkwardness, waiting for him to die.

Among all of them, including the teacher he once trusted so much, the priest Xie Muer of Shamash.

In the last second of losing consciousness, he saw Xiemuer coming to him in a trance, standing in front of him, and condescendingly looked down at him before death with emotionless eyes.

He will never forget that scene.

He will not forget that at that time, he should have numb his limbs and lost consciousness at that moment.

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The noisy sounds outside continued to sound, the sound of sharp arrows nailed to the house, the sound of the blade’s impact, and the sound of countless people yelling.

Scattered together, it penetrated the floor and poured into his eardrums.

Garland sat with his knees in the dark, his eyes kept open in the darkness, looking at the void in contemplation.

After a while, he closed his eyes and nodded gently, um, as if he made up his mind.

Ok.

Anyway, he is still the prince of Aaron Landis.

Garland, thinking about it, raised his hand and pushed the baffle above his head through a gap.

The firelight shone through the gap into the dark dark hole. The raised gap was dark. The only thing I could see was a pair of bright golden eyes that seemed to glow.

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When Xie Muer had just walked out of the gate, he looked up and saw another wave of arrow rain coming.

He swiftly raised his scepter in a reflective manner and blocked all the arrows shot at him.

“Master Xie Muer?”

“Master priest!”

“grown ups–”

Seeing Xermuer go out, the five knights who were guarding outside showed their stunned looks.

“I can’t stay inside for you to protect.”

Xie Muer said in a deep voice, pun.

“I am the only one, there is no need to shrink in the house!”

He increased his tone in the half sentence of “I am the only one.” The knights looked at each other and immediately understood the meaning of Xie Muer.

They said no more, raised their long swords in silence, and stood steadily above the earth.

At their feet, dozens of corpses have laid down. The place where they are is like an invisible barrier, and no one can break through them and step into their defense.

However, the price paid is also enormous.

The knights were all wounded, sharp blade bruises, bruises hit by heavy objects-it was the countless women and children around them threw stones at them, but the most serious thing was the arrow. The injuries they caused.

At this moment, each of them has more or less a few arrows inserted in it. The knight who domesticated the little black mouse has an empty eye frame, because not long ago he had already pulled out the arrow with the eyeball| He came out and threw it on the ground. At this moment the blood that had flowed from his empty eyes had stained half of his cheek.

Obviously, after dropping dozens of corpses, the leaders of these rioting refugees realized that these knights were not ordinary people, so they let everyone retreat and use bows and arrows directly.

The town is close to the mountains, so there are no fewer local hunters, and there are many people who can skillfully use bows and arrows. Moreover, they also get war bows only in the army, and the power is even greater.

The five knights under King Camos, although they are all powerful knights who followed Camos from the battlefield, but their strongest strength as knights is horseback charging. Now, in order to protect the prince, they can only stay in the house here, and cannot ride on horses, and their fighting power is almost halved.

They could easily overcome the mob that rushed up, but now, in the face of the long-range attacks of the arrows in all directions, they are completely unthinkable, and in order to protect the people behind they cannot hide, they can only be passively beaten here.

This other mansion has already been captured, and all the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries who have been standing high all day long have been captured and squatted on the ground tremblingly, being guarded.

At this moment, this solitary house was surrounded by hundreds or even thousands of rioting refugees, just like a lone boat traveling on the storm-ridden sea. It was crumbling, and it was about to fall at any time. Has been stubbornly refusing to fall.

“Shoot!”

An order came.

Another wave of arrow rain hit like a hurricane.

Xie Muer was focusing his attention on the arrow he shot, and suddenly heard a wailing sound around him.

“El!”

The knight without one eye hugged Tongze, who fell on him, shouting his name in grief.

He was blind with a blind eye and could not see the sharp arrow shot at him from the side. It was Tong Ze around him that helped him block the deadly arrow with his body.

At this moment, the knight who had penetrated his throat and head fell on him, and he had lost his breath, and the blood flowing out stained his leather armor.

…Can’t go on like this anymore!

If they go on like this, even if they have no powerful power, they will not be able to come out, they will only be shot dead as a target!

Xie Muer stepped forward and pointed the scepter in his hand forward.

“Rebels, let your leader come out to talk!”

He snapped.

His screams stunned the people on the opposite side, temporarily stopped the attack, and subconsciously turned his attention to their leader. It was a middle-aged man with a tall body, a square face, and a sturdy profile, and he looked like a man with a few words. At this moment, the refugee leader was crouching on the wall of the house, Zhang Gong facing Xie Muer, obviously one of the archers.

When Xie Muer spoke, he was silent for a few seconds, put down the war bow in his hand, jumped forward, jumped off the wall, landed on the ground, and Xie Muer face to face.

“What do you want to say, Lord priest.”

The middle-aged man asked, his expression was calm and he could not see any emotion.

“Listen, I know your reasons for doing this kind of thing.”

Xie Muer said quickly, trying to persuade each other.

He knew that for the refugee riots that gathered like a scorching fire, they all had a herd mentality. As long as they could persuade their leaders to lead them, they would have a great chance to collapse this riot.

“We are not from the city of Venal, but from the royal city. King Camos already knew what was happening here, and sent us here to help the refugees here. The food and medicine you need will be sent soon, Those tycoons and corrupt officials who swallowed relief items without authorization will be punished by the king-so stop your actions immediately!”

“…”

The man was silent again for a few seconds, then, he said.

“I know you are people from Wangcheng, and the officials who have caught you have already told me.”

He raised his head and stared at Xie Muer.

“But, I don’t believe you!”

There was deep anger in his eyes, even hatred.

“All of you nobles and officials are a raccoon! Whether it’s in the royal city or the city of Venal, it’s all the same!”

“You join forces to swallow the relief that should have been given to us, grab our wives and children, and drive us civilians out of the city of Venal! Even grab them and sell them as slaves-you nobles will not care about us at all Life and death!”

“it’s not true……”

The words that Xie Muer wanted to explain were interrupted by the man again.

“You said no? Then, this priest, as long as you return the children you took in the morning, I believe you, how?”

“!!!”

Xie Muer stunned, and then immediately reacted.

This civilian man refers to the group of children that King Camos brought to Venal City in the morning. I am afraid that they were accidentally seen by someone, so these refugees mistakenly thought that this group of people was also a noble official who colluded with all things. The children were sent to teach everything.

But this is really a misunderstanding!

He eagerly explained: “Wait a minute, those children are just escorted back to Venal City!”

The middle-aged man smiled for a moment, with indescribable sarcasm.

“Master priest, do you think I will believe your words?”

“………”

Xie Muer could not refute.

auzw.com He looked at the opposite group of refugees staring at his hatred, with strong anger and hatred in everyone’s eyes, as if to burn him to ashes .

He pursed his lips and said, “Do you know what will happen to the rebellion? When the army comes, all of you will be killed.”

The man looked at Xie Muer, the depth of his pupils seemed to be shrouded in a faint black mist.

His eyes were full of bitter hatred.

He said, “What else can I fear if I have lost everything?”

death?

How can that thing be compared with the pain of losing his beloved wife and child?

“Listen, as long as you stop now, you can—”

“Enough, Master priest, enough, I don’t want to listen. We can’t believe a word of you noble officials who drink human blood and eat human flesh.”

The man said so, one word at a time, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and his tone was cold.

Then his hand waved.

Another wave of arrow rain slammed into it. Among them, there were countless large and large stones hit by the angry refugees gathered around them from all directions.

Unexpectedly, the corner of the eye was hit by a stone, and Xie Muer’s perspective was black for a second, but this was the pause for a second, so that he could no longer block the arrow.

The arrow pierced his body, an arrow pierced his chest, an arrow pierced the base of his thigh, an arrow pierced his ankle, and even his neck passed dangerously with a sharp arrow .

But he didn’t fall down.

In the night, Xie Muer hit the knee with one knee, the scepter in his right hand plunged deep into the ground, and the back of the hand that gripped the scepter burst into blue, struggling to support his body.

The priest of Samash gritted his teeth and braced his body stiffly, refusing to fall in front of his enemies.

He raised his head, and the blood from the big mouth, which was cut by the arrow on the neck, stained most of his neck, and the blood from the wound on the forehead broken by the gravel stained his temples.

By his side, the remaining four knights did not fall, even if they counted arrows, they also struggled to support their bodies. They gasped violently, blood stained their leather armor, and every time they moved a little blood spattered from their bodies, especially the **** face of the knight who had lost one eye. terror.

But they were still standing, standing on the ground, squeezing the sword in their hands against their enemies.

Opposite, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the refugee looked silently at these noble knights who should have been extremely hostile to him, but inexplicably felt a lot of emotion and respect.

Then he pulled the war bow in his hand, and the sharp arrow pointed at the eyebrow of the priest opposite.

Behind the man, the nearly hundred war bows were also pulled away with him, and the flashing arrows aimed at the knights who were already wounded, or the key points such as the throat or the forehead. They waited for a command from their leader, and they fired all their arrows, killing these **** nobles.

Xie Muer exhaled gently.

This time, he may be in a disaster.

It was just unexpected that he did not die on the battlefield against foreign enemies, but in the hands of these mobs, which made him somewhat unwilling.

but……

He remembered the little figure staying in the dark hole at the moment, his eyes softened a little at this moment.

At least, Prince Garland is safe, which is enough.

At night, the two sides confronted each other, and the world and the world were quiet at this moment.

The air was dead, and even the breath seemed to freeze at this moment.

Under the gaze of Xie Muer, the man’s callused fingers moved slightly, and the string that was extremely tight was about to pop off–

Suddenly, there was a creak.

This sound is not usually loud, but at the moment of silence it is unusually abrupt.

That was human instinct, and almost everyone subconsciously turned their gaze to the place where the sound was made.

I saw everyone thought that the door of the empty house was opened, and someone came out from there.

It was a young child, looking like he was seven or eight years old, with white bandages all around his wrists, calves and even his neck.

The child who opened the door looked up at the crowd and walked forward.

At this moment in the battle that tightened all the minds, at this moment of tension and breathlessness, the child suddenly appeared, and then calmly walked between the fighting sides, showing an indescribable Weird feeling.

It was so weird that everyone couldn’t react for a while, looked at each other, and watched this blond kid step by step in a daze. Even the middle-aged man who was about to shoot an arrow was stunned, and the hand just about to loosen the string stopped.

The whole earth was inexplicably quiet at this moment.

Then, a high-pitched voice suddenly broke this strange silence.

“How did you come out!”

Even when facing the arrow that pointed at his eyebrows, Xie Muer was expressionless now.

He wanted to get up, but his severely injured body could no longer stand up. He had to squat down on the ground, and stretched his hand to grab the wrist of the child walking past him.

“How can you–”

“Retreat.”

A crisp and clean voice rang in the night, and Garland turned his head to look at the priest who was holding his wrist.

He watched Xie Muer’s gaze calmed to a terrible moment at this moment.

He said: “Xie Muer, give me back.”

Xie Muer, who was kneeling on the ground, froze. He looked at Gallan, perhaps because he had never seen such a look on this kid’s face.

Gallan also looked at him, his golden eyes bright to the extreme, like the golden sun in the sky.

Unable to say why, as if overwhelmed by the momentum of the golden eyes looking at him, Xie Muer released his hand in silence.

Garland turned around and took two steps forward again, standing in front of Xiemuer who was kneeling down, also in front of the knights who were seriously injured.

He raised his face and greeted the countless torches held in the hands of the mob opposite, the light of the fire illuminating his face.

At this moment, the small body seemed to protect Xie Muer and the knights behind him.

“Do you want to use children as shields?”

The middle-aged man who reacted from the child’s consternation suddenly shouted loudly, and the war bow in his hand was once again full, aiming at the front.

“Despicable power! Do you think I will let you go?”

“You have taken our children, do you think we will show mercy to your children!”

Thinking of his dead wife and the missing child, he shouted angrily and pointed the arrow at the body of the blond child who was standing in front of him.

“Go away! Imp, otherwise I will shoot you—”

The blazing fire flashed on Gallan’s face, as if a burst of flame was ignited deep inside his golden pupil.

In front of him, countless arrows pointed at him shone in the dark night.

Perhaps the next second, the countless arrows will penetrate his body in an instant.

“Drop the arrow in your hand.”

In the night, under the moonlight, the blonde prince held out his hand.

His hand pointed forward.

“I am Galland, the younger brother of King Camos, the prince of Aaron Landis, a descendant of the gods of Aaron Landis.”

Gallan stared at the man, and the eyes of everyone, as if a cluster of golden flames were burning, illuminating all darkness.

“You are the people of Aaron Landis…”

At this moment, the small body seems to have an invisible and powerful will surrounded him, letting people hold their breath.

He pointed his finger at the front and pointed to the crowd, inexplicably giving a strong sense of oppression.

“Tell me, who gave you the courage to point the arrow to the prince of Aaron Landis?”

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…Can’t lose.

Can’t lose can’t lose.

Can’t lose, can’t lose, absolutely can’t lose! !

Now that I lose momentum, I am dead.

Facing the countless arrows shining in the cold light, the little prince whose back was soaked with cold sweat, even if he was panicked in his heart, still continued to desperately stick his neck and play hard.

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