Start with the Eye of Sauron

It has been 20 days since Wangcheng was besieged.

For nearly a week, it has entered a severe winter, and the city was completely white. The people hid in their houses, quietly waiting for the end of the war.

In the palace, King Stone, wearing the crown, kept pacing back and forth. The gorgeous palace did not bring him any sense of security.

"The enemy could have invaded the royal city long ago. Why didn't they take action? That young king really cares so much about the lives of the people in the city?"

King Stone didn't know how many times this question had surfaced. From time to time, he looked nervously at the gate of the palace. When he was tired from walking, he returned to his throne to rest.

Holding his head in his hands, King Stone's eyes were bloodshot. He hadn't had a good rest at all. These things in the past few days made him have nightmares several times every night.

The imperial guards disappeared, and countless ghosts came in front of him. They had green faces and fangs, wolves the size of bison, and vampires who came to him with red eyes and fangs when they opened their mouths. . .

The young man held the sword and looked at him with a smile. With a swing of the sword, his head flew into the sky, and he watched his headless body spurt out a large amount of blood and fell to the ground. . .

He was about to go crazy, and if he continued like this, he would directly hit the jade pillar in the palace and smash his head into pieces.

Unable to support himself, King Stone tilted his head. He leaned on the throne, unconsciously, his eyes could no longer be opened. . .

"King! The king is bad! Those rebels are back!"

King Stone, who had fallen asleep, was suddenly awakened by a flustered shout. He stood up quickly, and slapped the guard hard on the face.

"King, they have surrounded the city and are about to attack again!"

The guard cried out in a crying voice, covered his flushed face, and silently swallowed back the sweetness in his mouth.

"Well done! Well done!"

King Stone suddenly walked to the side of the throne, pulled out his long sword, and walked out quickly.

"Follow all those unscrupulous people to the city wall, and I'll see if he dares to attack the city!"

A large number of troops surrounded Fort Lundia. A young man rode a black horse under the city wall, looking at the imperial guards on the city with a blank expression.

The sparse Imperial Guards in the city, although still tall and straight, had obvious dark eyes. They knew that what they were guarding would eventually be lost.

Not long after, there was a burst of shouting and crying in the city. A large number of civilians were brought to the city wall and forced to take up weapons and aim at the army below.

The civilians were wearing thin clothes, and in this freezing environment, the hands holding the weapons were constantly shaking.

Soros looked at the people above him coldly, and soon, the hideous King Stone, holding a long sword and wearing a crown, appeared in front of his eyes.

"Traitor!"

A shout came down from the city, looking at the bloodshot, maddened king, Soros quietly held the rein, watching this trash who no longer had any power on him, what kind of moths could he make.

King Stone's face flushed, he directly grabbed the longbow in the hands of the guards beside him, drew out an arrow, and shot it at Soros.

Soros didn't even lift his eyelids, the arrow flew past his shoulder and stuck in the ground.

"Shoot on target."

Speaking without emotion, King Stone bent his bow and arrow again with a ferocious expression, aiming at Soros and shooting again.

With a flash of sword light, the arrow was cut in two. At some point, Soros pulled out the ice behind him and chopped off the falling arrow.

"King Stone, you should know these people behind me."

Instead of playing his boring game with King Stone, Soros waved to the rear, and the three disgraced men were escorted up by the prison cart and came to the bottom of the city wall.

"Lord Marley! Lord Born! Lord Fowle!"

Before Stone could make a sound, a group of soldiers beside him had already screamed and began to grow desperate.

"Less than a month, less than a month!"

King Stone laughed heart-piercingly, his vocal cords were almost torn, and the hoarse laughter ran through the entire castle, clearly reaching the city below.

"The old man is crazy."

Leo shrugged helplessly. He didn't expect that the wish in Soros' heart would come true in more than half a year.

"Those who exploit the people should not end well."

Shirley shook his head, looked at the king above the city wall, and felt that it should be taken for granted.

King Stone's face began to line with tears, and he continued to sob until he began to wail.

"King, let's surrender. Surrender, at least one life can be saved."

Standing looked at King Stone, who was already crying out of shape beside him, with a sad face. No one would have thought that the traitor who came out of a small town would destroy Kosovo in more than half a year. The whole territory was captured.

"I hate it, I hate it!"

After King Stone roared hysterically, he could no longer make any sound. His voice was already hoarse, and the tears on his face flowed wantonly and fell to the ground.

After crying enough, he closed his eyes, opened his arms, and fell over the city wall.

With a bang, King Stone fell into the snow. He only felt dizzy for a while, and wanted to have a good sleep, so he closed his eyes permanently. . .

People in the city and the city looked at the scene in front of them quietly, and no one said a word, but just stared blankly at the body lying on the snow.

"Open the gate."

After a while, the youth's voice resounded clearly, and the defenders in the city opened the city gates to welcome their new king without any further hesitation.

Quietly leading the soldiers into the city, looking at those terrified and helpless faces, Soros waved his hand and told them to go home.

More than 27 people died in battle, and it took [-] days for Soros to take over the entire territory of Kosovo.

The orange flag fluttered over Fort Lundia, quietly announcing everything that a rising kingdom had changed hands.

The new laws and regulations began to be implemented, and people received the supplies needed for the winter, so they settled down and spent this cold winter quietly.

The first step of the expedition has been taken, and the next thing to face is extremely dangerous.

Walk into the palace, touch the jade pillars standing all around, and admire the magnificent palace.

Seeing Soros on the throne, he walked over slowly.

Comfortable, gorgeous and elevated.

I don't need this chair. In the dungeon, the cold, solid stone chair is the symbol of my identity. . .