Pharaoh

The golden giant eagle woven with pure golden filaments on the brightly colored flag opened its sharp claws, and it seemed that it was eager to try, like a living thing trying to jump down when the flag was flying.

The white moonlight refracted light on the golden thread, and in the darkness, the flags hanging high in the night wind made rustling and dancing sounds.

The city at night is always quiet, only the lights extending from the city wall are flickering faintly.

The Egyptian soldier holding a spear stood on the tower, probably feeling sleepy, his eyes seemed a little dull, and finally he couldn't help but yawned.

Suddenly someone kicked him hard on the back, he was startled, and looked up to see his colleagues staring at him right in front of him.

The soldier shook his head vigorously to wake himself up, and then smirked at his friend twice.

He knew that his friend had good intentions. A few days ago, a soldier who was out of spirits while standing guard was caught by the officer who came secretly to patrol, but he was severely punished.

Another soldier looked at him unhappily, kicked him hard again, cursed, and then turned and left.

The scolded soldier rubbed the place where he was kicked, and couldn't help feeling angry.

As for being so angry?

He thought angrily, and suddenly felt a little strange.

I always feel that the atmosphere in this city has become a lot more tense recently, and everyone's temper has also changed a lot. For example, the soldier who was slack on guard would be fine with a few reprimands from the officer as usual, but this time he beat him half to death. .

Moreover, when patrolling in the city, all kinds of thefts, robberies and street fights happened frequently, and some people even stabbed people with knives when they disagreed. There have been several murders in the past few days.

Strange... He remembered that the law and order in this city was quite good before.

The soldier was wondering what was going on in his mind.

He will never be able to know the scene of the extremely light black mist that is invisible to ordinary people spreading from the ground and spreading in this city.

A ray of light from the rising sun fell on his face, bringing him back to his senses.

He looked at the sun showing a little light on the distant horizon and breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as the sun comes out, someone is about to come to take over the shift, and he can go back to rest.

The soldier thought happily to himself, but he didn't see a figure rushing towards him quickly.

His mouth was tightly covered, and the white blade that reflected the newborn sunlight cut his throat in an instant.

Bright red blood sprayed out from the crack on the neck, and sprinkled a gorgeous color on the ancient city wall ahead.

The hand holding the spear twitched, and the spear fell to the ground with a slight sound.

The hand covering his mouth was released, and the soldier's body slumped to the ground. His pupils, which were enlarged to the limit that humans could not reach, stared blankly ahead. His face still maintained the expression of disbelief at the moment just now. Jue oozing blood stained the floor tiles of the city wall beneath him.

The above scenes are happening in different ways everywhere on the long city walls of this city.

When night and day intersect, before the light of the sun god Ra has sheltered the land of Egypt, the walls of this ancient Egyptian city are splattered with the blood of the soldiers who guarded it.

The city was quiet, like the eerie calm before a brewing storm.

Silently, many people who seemed to have emerged from the shadows of the city scattered around the city.

When the loud noise of friction when the heavy and huge city gate was opened woke up the people who were still sleeping soundly, they never paid attention to the sound that woke them up.

All the attention of the people in the city was attracted by the flames burning high in the middle of the city.

With dissonant cries of terror, they hurried towards the place where the flames were burning.

In this small city, in such dry weather, if the fire cannot be extinguished as soon as possible, the flames will soon spread to their houses.

However, the flames that ignited one after another made people panic and didn't know what to do.

It was an earthquake of the earth.

It was a soul-stirring sound that seemed to be beating heavily on the bottom of people's hearts.

The loud noise of countless horseshoes galloping on the ground, as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, came from far and near, trampling heavily on the hearts of these people who were running around like headless chickens at the moment.

Over the tall city wall, looking at the end of the horizon.

The fiery red sun exposed a half arc, and the flames spread across the earth.

The churning dust can be seen from a distance, like a dark cloud covering the top, even covering the light from the sun.

The sand particles kicked up by the horseshoes that trampled on the ground flew into the sky, like a sudden sandstorm sweeping across the entire land.

Not just here.

The sound of the horseshoes shaking the ground came from all directions of the city, and to the residents of the city, it was like the footsteps of a demon from hell.

The burning fire in the city illuminated the faces of the bewildered human beings. On the straight avenue that intersects in the center of the city, one could clearly see the city gates that were wide open on all sides and the thousands of horses galloping towards the city in the distance. The coming sandstorm.

The city lord never showed up, and the Egyptian soldiers stationed in the city who gathered in a hurry rioted. Above them, the lower-level officers who could not contact their superiors looked at each other, either dazed or angry.

Under the command of several older and more prestigious officers, they divided into four groups and rushed to the city gate with their subordinates, trying to close the city gate before the horse thieves entered the city.

Those horse thieves are not good at attacking the city, as long as they hold on for a few days, there will be other Egyptian troops nearby to help.

When the soldiers approached the city gate, a rain of arrows shot down from the city wall knocked many unprepared soldiers to the ground.

For a while, there were wailing sounds, and blood was everywhere.

Those horse thieves who had sneaked into the city in advance occupied the commanding heights that were easy to defend and difficult to attack, throwing arrows raining condescendingly.

The Egyptian officer who led the team stuck his neck and tried his best to lead the people to rush up, but he was suppressed by wave after wave of arrow rain.

He stood under the city wall panting heavily, with a few arrows sticking out of his shoulder and right leg, and his whole body was stained dark red, it was hard to tell whether it was his own blood or the blood splashed on him by others .

His chest heaved violently, staring fixedly at the open door, as well as the horse thieves outside the door who were getting closer and closer.

He stepped on the piled up corpses of his soldiers, and his eyes were cracked.

Why are these people able to sneak in so easily?

Why hasn't the city lord appeared for so long?

Why was his chief who was supposed to command the war so late in sight?

As a junior officer, he didn't know the answers to these questions. He just stared at the horse thieves trampling the ground outside the city gate with bloodshot eyes.

He's just doing what he should and must do right now.

Panting, roaring like a desperate beast, he led his men once again in a desperate attempt to rush up and regain control of the gate.

A sharp arrow pierced his chest——

He fell among the corpses on the ground, his hand holding the long sword twitched, and his body also twitched.

The extremely ugly face mixed with dust and blood was turned sideways, and the gradually dilated pupils were staring at the horseshoe that was about to step into the city.

It’s over.

This was the last consciousness of the Egyptian officer before darkness fell.

God Osiris, please...

He took his last breath.

He opened his eyes, dying with regret.

Under the city gate on the other side, there was no fierce battle like this one.

The few dozens of corpses that were visible were thrown on the road, and the Egyptian soldiers were confronting the horse thieves occupying the city wall.

There was not a horse thief holding a bow and arrow on the city wall on this side, but the soldiers standing under the city wall did not dare to take a step forward.

The Egyptian officer in charge of leading them clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand, and his fingers stretched to the extreme, causing the veins on the back of his hand to bulge.

A steady stream of sweat mixed with dust fell from his forehead. He looked up at the horse thieves who controlled the city gate, his dark face showed a look of mixed hatred, sorrow and helplessness.

In his sight, nearly a hundred old and weak women and children were put under the sharp swords of the horse thieves, and the little leader of this group of horse thieves showed him a cold and mocking look at him unscrupulously.

When he took a step forward, a head fell to the ground.

The cunning and vicious horse thieves forced him not to go one step further.

For soldiers like them who grew up in the city, those old and weak women and children are relatives and friends who watched them grow up or grew up with them—even if the chief gave the order, I am afraid that many people would not come forward step.

Dust was flying outside the city gate, and the sound of horseshoes was approaching from far to near, and he could already see the ferocious expressions on the faces of the beasts that seemed to be pounced on their prey.

This city is over.

The young Egyptian junior officer sighed and closed his eyes in despair.

O great god Osiris...

The ground trembled, and the sound of horseshoes rumbled like thunder.

The horse thieves swept across the city like a fierce hurricane. They laughed excitedly and hacked and killed the fleeing residents with the big knives in their hands.

They happily let their horses crush the head of the person who fell under their horseshoes, and the splashed brains and blood made them go crazy and kill wantonly.

With the great inertia of their cavalry, they crushed the Egyptian soldiers who tried to fight them to the death, and slaughtered them all.

Then, they charged the unarmed residents, reaping their lives, breaking into their homes, and looting their treasures.

All the middle-aged men were directly killed, and the terrified screams of the women who were left behind as trophies resounded one after another in the city that was covered in killing and blood.

The flames were burning, rushing into the sky, intertwined with the sounds of horseshoes, laughter, and sharp swords piercing through the human body.

When the radiance of Ra rose completely above the ground level and illuminated the entire land of Egypt, it only illuminated the bright red and mournful screams everywhere in this city...

On the high mountain not far from the city, several people and horses stand on the peak.

The pitch-black steed snorted and shook its head impatiently.

Its owner rode on it, with blood-red pupils as bright as those in the city, condescendingly looking down at the dying city that was shrouded in flames and blood.

Gray hair scattered frantically on his dark brown face, and the deep scar on his cheek was clearly visible.

"Let those bastards get out of the city immediately."

The sudden rebuke from the white-haired thief king stunned those who were excitedly watching the burning, killing and looting of their companions below, who were eager to try themselves.

They stared at each other for a long time, and one of them opened his mouth cautiously.

"Wang... you mean... let them withdraw?"

The jet-black horsewhip whizzed and pulled the person who asked the question off the horse.

The young Thief King turned his head, his blood-red pupils showing a cold look.

"What? You don't understand what I'm saying?"

"But we managed to break in, let the brothers have some fun—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man whose chest had been pierced by the long sword fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief, and blood flowed all over the floor.

"I don't need disobedient servants."

Diabondo, who was too lazy to talk nonsense, stabbed the man to death with a sword, and the coldness in the corner of his eyes made the other people shiver.

The brown-skinned thief king pulled the reins, and the jet-black steed snorted and turned obediently.

Dia casually ordered someone, "Go and pass on my order."

There was a pause.

"Tell Dama to rectify, and the disobedient idiot will be killed."

After speaking, he didn't bother to wait for the other party's answer, so he rode away on his horse.

The people left behind looked at each other for a while, and one of them whistled, and a black eagle swooped down in the sky and landed on his leather-wrapped arm.

The man hurriedly wrote a sentence, tied a small strip of papyrus to the black eagle's leg, and pointed to the distance to send the black eagle to the sky again.

"It's just a massacre of a city, and it's still talking about it." Some people who were not convinced couldn't help complaining, "Brothers have always been like this, kill when you need to, and rob if you want, there are so many rules!"

The man who released the sculpture glanced at his companion, then shook his head in disdain...

"It is because I think so that I will be a servant in this life.".

He said, "Don't stare at me. If you want to be a thief for the rest of your life, if you want to burn, kill, and loot, you can do whatever you want. Go for it."

"Without our own territory, we will always be shady thieves. The king didn't want to destroy and rob this city. I'm afraid he wants to develop this city as a territory, so that we have the capital to confront the Egyptian royal family. "

The man stroked the stubble on his chin and nodded meaningfully.

"It seems that our king's plan is not small... Maybe it's aimed at the position of the Pharaoh..."

He mumbled the last half of the sentence, and didn't say any more, but with his bright eyes, it was obvious that a lot of thoughts had changed in an instant, and the few people who heard his words looked at each other, and fell silent, each with their own thoughts.

These few people stood here thinking, but the young thief king galloped away, leaving everything behind.

Behind him, in the city that escaped the ruined fate at his word, black smoke rose from the doused fire.

The golden sun was mostly covered by the black smoke on the horizon.

The bright sun can no longer illuminate the city shrouded in darkness.

The sun shone from behind him, hiding his dark brown face in the darkness, making his expression more and more invisible.

How much he could guess the thoughts of the man who obeyed his order, but Diabondo sneered.

Even if those people misunderstood, he didn't bother to explain.

Anyway, this will make it much easier for him to do similar things in the future.

If Bakula back then had the so-called idea of ​​replacing the Pharaoh, Diabondo, who is now a monster, has no such idea at all.

The thinking of monsters is completely different from that of humans.

The monsters, which human beings flock to, are dismissive, not to mention that as a monster, it is absolutely impossible for him to become the king of Egypt.

There was only one reason for Diabondo to issue that order.

His purpose was to destroy the royal family of Egypt.

As for the humans in the city, it was just by the way, he didn't care about the lives of those people who could be called his food at all.

Anyway, if he doesn't do it, the evil god will do it sooner or later.

It's just that if those guys are really allowed to slaughter the city...

He just didn't want that guy to regret saving himself at that time when he woke up and learned all this...

——.

"Pharaoh!"

Priest Mahat, who always pays great attention to etiquette in front of the king, almost galloped towards the young pharaoh sitting on the throne at this moment.

Behind him, the door of the government affairs room was slammed shut, and two of Wang Yin's confidantes guarded the door vigilantly, preventing anyone from approaching.

Priest Mahat's expression was extremely ugly at the moment.

He stretched out his hand and handed over the square ceramic piece that was almost crushed by him.

"Just came the news that the city of Ferro fell yesterday...and..." He gritted his teeth, "The city of Alexandria was also..."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the great priests standing aside all changed.

Alexandria is one of the most prosperous cities in Lower Egypt. Its defensive strength is almost second only to the capital Thebes. Now even this big city has been captured by those bandits?

The current situation in Egypt has almost caused the great priests to be overwhelmed.

All of a sudden, wars broke out in Egypt, and the gang of thieves captured several cities in one breath, and coaxed and provoked slaves in other cities to revolt.

For a time, Egypt was full of wars.

Although an army was sent to suppress it, an extremely incredible thing that almost shocked everyone's jaws happened—the army that had undergone formal military training in Egypt was defeated by the gang of thieves several times in a row, and there was no way to fight back. force.

"What are those bastards in the army doing?"

Priestess Isis frowned and questioned extremely unhappily, "Our army is obviously stronger in terms of numbers, strength and weapons, why are we still losing battles?"

"This is all the fault of my brother!"

Seth's face was gloomy, his hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, and his knuckles were almost white.

"If it wasn't for his kindness to save that damned monster, the current tragedy would never have happened!"

His azure eyes shone with a cold arc.

"The bad situation now is the result of his meddling and self-righteousness!"

"It's all right now. The monster he rescued has now become the King of Thieves. He killed many of our soldiers. Shouldn't he apologize to Egypt for this—"

"Seth, your temper has become more and more irritable recently. If you can no longer control and restrain your emotions, the power of your soul will also decline."

The old high priest interrupted Seth with a long sigh, "Brother Wang indeed saved Diabondo, who is now the king of thieves."

"However, since the evil god has made such an arrangement, even without Diabondo, there will be another person to take his place, and all this will still happen."

Having said that, High Priest Simon paused, "Not to mention..."

Simon suddenly felt something was wrong.

Although Seth used to have a bad temper, but recently he has been too...

If it was before, even if he was unhappy and complained to Wang Di a lot, he would not say such words that would almost put Wang Di to death.

There has been something really wrong with Seth recently.

[Sacrificing the king's brother in exchange for peace in Egypt is the last resort. 】"Don't forget, Seth, if it wasn't for the king's brother being the host of the evil god, and the evil god was unwilling to go against the host's wishes, we... and the king might have been killed by the evil god long ago."

The old high priest said so, and raised his eyes to look at the young king sitting on the throne.

At this moment, almost all the great priests present subconsciously set their eyes on the Egyptian king sitting high above.

The young Pharaoh frowned, and his red pupils, like flames, stared at the secret report written on the square ceramic piece in his hand without blinking.

The light brown cheeks are as cold as sculptures at the moment, so that no human emotions and aura can be seen.

He suddenly pressed the ceramic piece in his hand heavily on the table.

The ceramic pieces shattered instantly under his beige fingertips.

The young Pharaoh glanced at his servants below. The golden headdress of the Eye of Horus on his forehead projected golden light into the depths of his bright red pupils, shining with an invisible brilliance.

"I want to lead the army to conquer."

Said the young king of Egypt.

The sharp eyes are like shining sharp blades that can tear away all the darkness in front of them.