swear to love heaven

The oil lamp lit on the table exudes a faint scent of pine, and the weak flame flickers from time to time, unable to support the brightness of a room, and can barely illuminate an area of ​​one meter square.

The brown eyes dyed with a yellow fire light were quietly closed, watching the dark grain of the wooden table, as if there was some interesting story hidden in those twisted wood grains, which attracted this gloomy line of sight soaked in darkness, and he could not take his eyes off indifferent scrutiny.

The closed doors and windows blocked the free entry and exit of the night wind, because Khaleesi was already too weak, and even a light night wind might blow away her fading breath.

In one day, this little princess, who was always smiling, had stepped into the swamp of death, sinking deeper and deeper regardless of everything.

This dangerous move really worked, and it was ruthless enough.

The red-haired woman of "Knife Fire" was basically betting... the bargaining chip was Kalixi's life.

Bet on her, whether she will disregard Khaleesi's life or death; bet on her, knowing that "Knife and Fire" will have contact points everywhere; connect……

If, I don't care whether Kalixi is alive or dead; if, I don't know the style of "Sword and Fire"; if, even if I know there is a contact point in this city, but I don't look for it...

If, no if at all.

Damn woman, from the moment she shot the arrow, she was doomed to win this bet.

Looking sideways, the side of the bed where the dim light cannot reach, and the bed surrounded by the dark and cold, the shapeless silhouette is covered with the temperature of the god of death, and a gloomy and cold spreads in the air, like a bird in the wind. The lake water spreads out in a circle until Lemomena's black robe droops without wind.

Closing his eyes, he hid his helpless indignation, as well as his inexplicable sadness...

On the way back from the blacksmith shop, he overheard a piece of news. Lemomena was stunned on the spot. He slowed down his hurried steps and listened carefully to the discussions of several men outside the tavern.

La Balsa's birthday celebration will be held in half a month. This is a good opportunity given by God. It is the gods who have mercy on all the pain she has endured for 15 years and gave her the best gift.

Although, hijacking Khaleesi and breaking the marriage would cause La Balsa to leave the heavily guarded Hattusha and give her a good chance to get close to him.

However, if La Balsa still refuses to conquer Kadesh after losing the Syrian reinforcements, and has been hiding in Hattusha's precipitous castle built along the mountain, then his hijacking plan has failed.

Therefore, this opening ceremony of the Palace Square has become a rare opportunity.Missing this opportunity may be the regret of my life.

However, she couldn't immediately rush to Hattusha, which was thousands of miles away, and she couldn't turn the pain that had been entangled all her life into La Balsa's hot blood.There was only one reason... because she couldn't leave Khaleesi struggling on the verge of life and death.

It's hard to tell whether it was wrong or right to hijack this little princess who was married to her.The coward La Balsa has not yet shown any signs of conquest, and on the occasion of the war, a birthday ceremony will be held for the whole country to celebrate.

Could it be that he didn't know that the Hittite warriors who were fighting on the banks of the Orondo River were using their young lives to defend his lustful kingship?

Could it be that the blood of these Hittite warriors could not be exchanged for the courage of his own king to come to the battlefield in person?

This cowardly man, how can he be called the Hittite king? Stepping on the souls of his brother and countless people, he stepped into the Holy Light Palace majesticly, occupying the Iron Throne that symbolizes the highest power and honor of Hittite A dynasty fell in his massacre full of bloody plots, and a country was shamed and humiliated.

The Egyptians are laughing, the Syrians are laughing, and the countries that watched the battle of Kadesh are all laughing... ridiculing Hittite for having a king with a shrunken head like a turtle, and laughing at La Balsa who needs to rely on marrying a mentally retarded young man The princess came in exchange for military power, and ridiculed Hittite, who had always dominated the world with strong soldiers, and now turned into a war clown.

Lemomena wanted to laugh too, but she couldn't laugh at all.This is a shame, and the blood flowing in this body does not allow her to laugh out of nothing when facing this kind of shame.

Some faint groans came, causing her to immediately put aside her messy thoughts, step over to the side of the bed in a few steps, squat down, and look at Khaleesi who was constantly talking in her sleep.

Occasionally, Khaleesi would open her eyes, a pair of empty and blank blue eyes bursting with light without focus, like a boundless ocean that has been robbed of life, showing a lifeless gray-blue.

Intermittently, she was muttering something in Syriac, and Lemomena knew that Khaleesi was calling... Mom.

Whenever she yelled this word over and over again, Lemomena felt a panic in her heart, as if something was stuck in her chest, forcing the blood to leave the heart, forcing the empty and crazy suffocation in that position.

Holding those hands exuding a fire-like temperature, the index finger scraped Kalixi's weak and feeble palms very slowly. This hand quietly placed by the skirt silently declared the fragility of life in the face of death. Small.

The fingers slipped into the slender fingers, and they were fastened suddenly. The moment I raised my eyes, something flashed across the face against the light... vaguely, it was a kind of determination.

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The fact that La Balsa wanted to hold a birthday celebration for himself was like a wildfire on the prairie. In the blink of an eye, local officials at all levels had ordered it to spread throughout the Anatolian plateau.

When Muhali heard the news, he was both excited and anxious.Of course, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity cannot be missed.

However, they still haven't found the lost Lemomenna, and the closer he gets to Hattusha, the more anxious he becomes.The calmness that has always been well-maintained gradually disappeared in the sound of galloping horseshoes driven by the wind.

Aziz saw Muhali's anxious mood, frowned, and followed behind him, not knowing what to say.

This moment is no different than that moment, and this celebration is undoubtedly a perfect stage for revenge.The time and place are right, but there is only one person missing, the most important protagonist... Lemomena.

This sword of vengeance must be pierced into La Balsa's body from her hand, in order to end the hatred that has lasted for 15 years, and thus liberate the soul that has been gnawed by revenge and grief for more than ten years , maybe only on that day, Lemomenna can truly live her life.

Aziz understands that only when that day comes can he say what he has been hiding in his heart for many years but cannot say.

That sentence, although there are only a few simple words, carries all the dreams that he has carefully guarded since he was a teenager... For him, this dream can be counted as his entire life, and it drove him to stand in front of Lemo with all his heart. Behind Menna, she silently guarded everything that supported her.

I glanced at the vast green mountains and forests intertwined with greenery, the vibrant green sea undulating, and the golden sunshine cast over the Anatolian plateau, the white is dazzling, and the green is clear.

For a moment, his eyes were sore from the bright sunshine, and the moment he retracted his gaze, Aziz let out a low voice, and drove his horse to catch up with Muhali who had already run ahead.