After Becoming The Tyrant

The oath knight heard the king's voice.

Before he had time to think about it, he immediately shrank his head and blocked the shield behind his back with his backhand.

The tough bowstring made of horsehair was pulled, and almost at the same time, the sound of feather arrows piercing through the air rang out.The arrow shot from the longbow flew out like a cloud of iron.

The king and the others were facing Baron Sean, and they reacted faster than the oath knights who were exploring the way.

The oath knights on the left and right sides of the king did not retreat but advanced. They rushed forward with their horses and set up shields to protect the king firmly behind them.The shield of the sworn knight is forged by a special method, which is harder than ordinary shields.But Legrand's longbowmen are famous all over the world, and they can shoot through chain mail at sixty yards. [1]

That's why Baron Sean dared to bring a dozen longbowmen to kill the king.

A well-trained longbowman can shoot six to ten arrows per minute.The shield can only protect for a while, and when the horse falls, the king has no way to escape.

Baron Sean was not the only one who thought of this.

The moment the oath knights raised their shields to block, the king threw his long sword.Iron arrows rained down on the shield, and the king's sword also drew a cold moon-like light in midair.

The long sword went straight towards Baron Sean who was holding the torch.

Lord Sean was taken aback.

At this time, in order to paralyze the oath knight, the sword was only hung on his waist, and he was not wearing armor.Seeing the long sword stabbing towards him, Baron Sean had no choice but to ride his horse and dash a few steps sideways.

The long sword flashed coldly and was nailed to the ground.

This sword was thrown to nothing.

But the king's purpose has been reached.

When Baron Sean rode out on his horse, he inevitably blocked the longbowmen behind him.

Just about to draw the bow and string, the longbowmen who shot again suddenly saw the Baron appearing in the range, and stopped shooting in a hurry.A few bold deflected arrows shot at the king and the others from the gap where the baron's war horse rushed through, but they lost their aim and their strength was greatly reduced. The scattered arrows flew crookedly for a while, and fell obliquely In muddy water.

"Damn!"

Baron Sean steered his horse to avoid the sword conditionally, and he reacted immediately after the horse rushed a few steps.He cursed and reined in to make room for the longbowmen.

"Keep going!"

he snapped.

Almost at the same time, someone also yelled loudly.

"Your Majesty! Let's go!"

The oath knight in charge of finding the way roared and rolled off his horse.

The cold weather also affected these archers who had been lying in the grass for a long time.These longbowmen brought out by Baron Sean should belong to the highest rank in the army, and they can draw a 150-pound longbow instinctively.But after enduring the storm for so long, they probably only weighed a hundred pounds.

Because of this, the oath knights around the king had a chance to block the bow and arrow.

However, the oath knight in charge of reconnaissance did not have such good luck.

He was too close to those longbowmen.

Even if the king reminded him in time and he responded as quickly as possible, the situation was still terrible.The iron arrow pierced through his thigh, and the horse screamed and fell down.At this most critical moment, this brave oath knight miraculously dragged his injured leg and jumped up from the ground.

He roared, and rushed towards the longbowmen who were very close to him.

He opened his arms, grabbed the two longbowmen, dragged them into the muddy water, rolled and crashed into the other longbowmen beside them.

An arrow that was about to leave the string sank into his chest, and blood spurted out.

"Your Majesty! Let's go!"

The longbowman kicked the lunatic desperately.He roared loudly, blood and muddy water poured into his throat together, rolling down hotly.

"……Walk!"

This night, the king issued this order for the fourth time.

At this time, the king was in a dilemma.

Backwards is the Moon River Fortress controlled by the Blaise Expeditionary Army.Moving forward, it is the traitorous Tru city.To their east lay the same rolling grasslands, while to their west only the rolling Knossen Mountains remained - in an age when dark forests were considered taboo.

unwritten unspoken rules——

The forest at night belongs to dark creatures.

Without hesitation, the king and his knights galloped towards the nearby forest.

Lord Sean dropped his sword and snatched a longbow, which he drew to the full three times.

He was able to stand in a stalemate with the Blaise Expeditionary Army for so long in Tru Castle, not only because of his youth and handsomeness.As early as the age of 16, he won the horse tournament!These three arrows are the fastest and most powerful three arrows in Baron Sean's life.

When the last arrow was shot, the bowstring snapped with a "clang".

The iron arrow disappeared in the darkness and headed fiercely towards the king.

Baron Sean can be sure that he has not missed his aim, and his strength is absolutely sufficient.

But the last thing he could see was the king on horseback, rushing into the forest and disappearing.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Baron Sean threw away the longbow. According to the plan, he had to bring back the king's body, but now he was not sure whether he had succeeded.

"Sir, what should I do now?"

Holding a torch, one person led dozens of cavalry out of the dark rain and came to Baron Sean.In order to avoid the king's vigilance, these Trou city cavalry hid further away, and it was too late when they found out that their original plan had failed.

"Chase."

Baron Sean said without hesitation.

"But……"

The one holding the torch was Baron Sean's entourage, with a hesitant look on his face.

"The Konuossen Mountains are a forest of curses."

"Fucking curse not curse."

Lord Sean could not maintain his demeanor.

His eyes swept over these dozens of cavalry, and anger and sadness were intertwined in his heart: these dozens of cavalry were the only cavalry in Tru Castle now.

How funny!

A military castle that had been stalemate with Blessie for so long, now there are less than forty war horses left!From a month ago, the soldiers of Tru Castle had to slaughter war horses to satisfy their hunger.They had no bread, no milk, not even a hard-boiled egg.

These are all thanks to His Majesty's gift.

"Even if there is only a ten-thousandth chance that he survives, none of us can afford the consequences." Baron Sean gritted his voice, "Whoever thinks he can afford it will stay."

He was the first to drive his horse towards the "Forest of the Cursed" Konuson Mountains.

The cavalry all followed.

Only the king's sword was left shining coldly on the ground.

………………

Even if you look at the Kono Forest during the day, you will feel chills.

This forest has been passed down to ancient times, in which tall trees are close together, and the branches are as black as ink.The canopy branches like giant arms are densely intertwined, and the canopy can block the sun's rays during the day.It was gloomy and cold, and darkness filled the place.

As soon as I walked into the forest, I immediately felt that the rain had almost stopped.

Holding the torch, Baron Sean slowed down, and the hound followed beside the horse.Before they set off, they took the hounds with them.

"grown ups."

The subordinate followed Baron Sean. He and Baron Sean grew up together and had a deep relationship in private.

"There's one thing I can't figure out."

"what?"

"Why did the Grand Duke have to let the king die tonight? Just because today is the death of Saint Val?" The subordinate asked his doubts in a low voice, and it was also to dispel a little timidity.

No way, this forest is too quiet, as quiet as death.

As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of thousands of years of thick tree trunks, standing like a weird natural city.Man is here the intruder and the offender, and there seem to be many eyes hidden in the darkness.

No one expected that the king who grew up in a luxurious palace could enter here so resolutely.

The hound lost its former air, and only dared to sniff quietly, bowing its head and moving forward.

"Do you remember? When was our Majesty born?"

Baron Sean looked at the cursed forest, but did not answer directly.

"In the early morning of September 9, that was the day when Saint Val returned to the Kingdom of God."

This is something that everyone in Legrand knows.

More than ten years ago, on the night of September 9.

The royal cavalry sealed off the entire palace, and the messengers could only wait outside the gate of the palace.People waited from dusk until late at night, until the first ray of dawn passed over the earth, and the baby's cry sounded.The queen's personal maid walked out of the palace wearily, and announced to the people who had been waiting for a long time:

The crown prince is born.

This exactly corresponds to the story of Saint Val——

She fell on September 9.The next day, the Lord called her back to the Kingdom of God.

Therefore, at that time, the royal family and the church joined hands to announce to the people that the crown prince is the son of a saint, the incarnation of Saint Val in the world, and will surely lead Legrand to glory and glory.

Because of this, the Duke of Buckingham was able to make it easier for people to accept the fact that their king was a baby after William III died of illness.

You know, in the Book of Ecclesiastes there is always such a sentence, "O Bangguo, your king, if you are a child, woe to you."

"Excessive taxation, brutality and cold-bloodedness, extravagant luxury... What a glorious and glorious king."

The servant curled his lips sarcastically.

"Have you ever thought about the possibility..."

Baron Sean turned his head to look at him with a strange expression on his face.

"He was actually born in the late night of September 9, not the early morning of the 22rd?"

"What?" The servant looked at him in astonishment, and subconsciously retorted directly, "Impossible, at that time there were hundreds of noble messengers guarding outside the palace, if it was the 22nd, those nobles would never allow him to become the legal throne Heir!"

The glory of the Holy Lord shrouded the earth, no matter which country it was, it would not allow a baby born on the night the Holy Lord abandoned the world to finally ascend to the throne.

"Do you really think that Earl Walter was assassinated by the Grand Duke because he did not execute the Duke of Buckingham in time?"

Lord Sean said coldly.

"No...or else?"

"It was Earl Walter who commanded the cavalry the night the queen gave birth—he was supposed to be the king's first teacher!"

The retinue was speechless.

Lord Sean stared at the torch, its light flickering across his face.

Under the exquisite and complicated curtain of the palace, every room has an unspeakable secret, blood and flowers are mixed, and behind the angel is a smiling evil spirit.

"so--"

There was a coldness in Baron Sean's voice.

"There were no saints who brought Legrand's appointed monarch, but hell sent their chosen ones to the world."

The author has something to say: [1] The data refer to Chen Kaipeng's "The Functional Changes of British Bows and Arrows from the 12th to the 17th Century"