A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

It was pitch black all around, I couldn't see my fingers, I couldn't see anything.A small child sat with his knees folded in the narrow dark hole, his chin resting on them.

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

The past that he no longer wants to think about after this rebirth.

He could vaguely see him lying on the cold stone ground when he was a teenager, the poison from the onset made the corners of his mouth, eyes and even nostrils ooze blood.

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

Among all these people, including the teacher he once trusted so much, Shemuer, the priest of Shamash.

At the last second of losing consciousness, he saw Ximuer walking towards him in a trance, standing in front of him, looking down at him before he died with condescending eyes with no emotion.

He will never forget that scene.

He will never forget, at that time, the heart-piercing pain he felt at that moment when his limbs should have been numb and unconscious.

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The noisy sounds outside continued to sound, the sound of sharp arrows nailing the house, the sound of weapons hitting, and the sound of countless people yelling.

Mixed together in bits and pieces, penetrated the floor and poured into his eardrums.

Garlan sat with his knees crossed, his eyes kept open in the darkness, looking at the void in thought.

After a while, he closed his eyes, nodded his head lightly, and hummed, as if he had made up his mind.

Ok.

Anyway, he is still the prince of Aaron Landis.

Thinking so, Garlan raised his hand and pushed the baffle above his head open a crack.

The firelight shone through the gap into the lightless dark hole, and the raised gap was pitch black, and the only thing that could be seen was a pair of bright golden eyes that seemed to be shining.

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As soon as Xie Muer walked out of the gate, he raised his eyes and saw another wave of arrows coming towards him.

Reflexively, he suddenly raised the scepter in his hand, blocking all the sharp arrows that were shot at him.

"Lord Ximuer?"

"Master Priest!"

"grown ups--"

Seeing Xie Muer go out, the five knights guarding outside all showed astonished expressions.

"I can't always stay inside and let you protect me."

Xie Muer said in a deep voice, with a double meaning.

"It's just me, there's no need to shrink in the room!"

He emphasized the half-sentence of 'I'm the only one', and the knights looked at each other, and immediately understood Shemuer's meaning.

They stopped talking, silently raised the long swords in their hands, and stood firmly on the ground.

Dozens of corpses had already been laid under their feet.The place where they are is like an invisible barrier, no one can break through them and enter their defense line.

However, the price paid is also great.

All the knights were wounded, bruises from sharp blades, bruises from heavy objects—these were caused by countless women, children, and old people throwing stones at them, but the most serious thing was the sharp arrows. the injuries they caused.

At this moment, each of them has more or less arrows stuck in their bodies, and the knight who tamed the little black mouse has one eye socket empty, because he has pulled out the arrow and the eyeball with the arrow in the eye not long ago , and threw it on the ground, the blood flowing from the empty eye sockets has already stained half of his cheeks red.

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

The town is close to the deep mountains, so there are not a few local hunters, and there are also many people who can use bows and arrows proficiently. What's more, they have obtained the war bows that only the army can have, which is even more powerful.

And the five knights under the command of King Kamos, although they are all powerful knights fighting with Kamos from the battlefield, but their strongest strength as knights is to charge into battle on horseback.Now, in order to protect the prince, they can only stick to the house and cannot ride a horse, so their fighting power is almost crippled by half.

Originally, they could easily defeat the mob rushing up, but now, facing the long-range attack of sharp arrows from all directions, they are completely helpless, and in order to protect the people behind them from hiding, they can only be passively beaten here.

The other mansions in this area have already been captured, and all the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries who were arrogant and arrogant on weekdays were all caught, squatting on the ground tremblingly, and guarded.

At this moment, this solitary house is surrounded by hundreds or even thousands of rioting refugees, like a lone boat sailing on a stormy sea, precariously about to topple over at any moment. He has been holding on stubbornly, refusing to fall down.

"shoot!"

A command came.

Another wave of arrow rain hit like a hurricane.

Xie Muer was focusing all his attention on the sharp arrow that was shot, when he suddenly heard a mournful cry beside him.

"El!"

The knight missing one eye hugged Tong Ze who was lying on him, and called his name in grief.

He was blind in one eye and couldn't see the sharp arrow shot at him from the side. It was Tong Ze who was beside him who used his body to help him block the fatal arrow.

At this moment, the knight with his throat and head pierced fell on him, he was breathless, and the blood that flowed out stained his leather armor red.

...This can't go on like this!

If this continues, no matter how powerful they are, they will not be able to use them, and they will only be shot to death as targets!

Shemuer stepped forward and pointed the scepter in his hand forward.

"Rebels, let your leaders come out and talk!"

he snapped.

His stern voice stunned the people on the opposite side, temporarily stopped attacking, and subconsciously cast their eyes on their leader.It was a middle-aged man, tall and tall, with a square face and a resolute outline. He seemed to be a taciturn man.At this moment, the leader of the refugees was squatting on the wall of the house, with his bow facing Shemuer, who was obviously also one of the archers.

After Ximuer spoke, he was silent for a few seconds, put down the bow in his hand, jumped, jumped off the wall, landed on the ground, and faced Ximuer.

"What do you want to say, my lord priest."

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

"Listen, I know your reasons for doing things like this."

Shemuer spoke quickly, trying to convince the other party.

He knew that for this kind of refugee riot gathered like a flaming fire, they all had a herd mentality, as long as they could persuade their leaders, they would have a great chance of dismantling the riot.

"We are not from Vinal City, but from the Royal City. King Kamos already knew about the situation here, and sent us here to help the refugees here. The food, grass and medicine you need will be delivered soon. Those powerful and corrupt officials who swallowed the 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 that you are from Wangcheng, and the officials who were arrested have already told me."

He raised his head and looked at Shemuer with burning eyes.

"But, I don't believe you!"

There was deep anger in his eyes, even hatred.

"You nobles and officials are all of the same species! Whether it's from Wangcheng or Wiener City, they're all the same!"

"You teamed up to swallow up the relief that should have been distributed to us, captured our wives and children, and drove us civilians out of Vinal City! You even captured them and sold them as slaves - you nobles don't care about us at all life and death!"

"it's not true……"

What Shemuer wanted to explain was interrupted by the man again.

"You say no? Then, my lord priest, as long as you return the children you took away this morning, I will trust you, how about it?"

"!!!"

Shemuer was startled, and then reacted immediately.

This civilian man refers to the group of children that King Kamos took to Venal City in the morning. I am afraid they were accidentally seen by someone, so these refugees mistakenly think that they are also noble officials colluding with the All Things Cult. , Those children were sent to teach everything.

But this is really a misunderstanding!

He eagerly explained: "Wait a minute, those children were just escorted back to the city of Vinal!"

The middle-aged man smiled, with an indescribable irony.

"Master Priest, do you think I will believe your words?"

"........."

Shemur couldn't refute.

He looked at the hostile gazes of the group of refugees staring at him, everyone's eyes were filled with intense anger and hatred, as if they wanted to burn him to ashes.

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

The man looked at Shemuer, and the depths of his pupils seemed to be shrouded in a very light black mist.

His eyes were full of deep-seated hatred.

He said, "What have I to fear when I've lost everything?"

die?

How could that compare to the pain of losing his beloved wife and child?

"Listen, if you just stop now, you can-"

"That's enough, my lord priest, that's enough, I don't want to hear it anymore. We won't believe a word of what you noble officials who drink human blood and eat human flesh say."

The man said this, word by word, with awe-inspiring eyes and a cold tone.

Then, he waved his hand.

Another wave of arrows rained violently, and among them, the countless large stones were ruthlessly smashed towards them from all directions by the angry refugees gathered around.

Caught off guard by a stone hitting the corner of his eye, Xie Muer's perspective was blacked out for a second, but this second of pause made it too late for him to block the incoming sharp arrow.

A sharp arrow pierced his body, one pierced his chest, another pierced his thigh, and another pierced his ankle, and even his neck narrowly missed a sharp arrow .

But he didn't just fall down.

In the dark night, Xie Muer put one knee on the ground, the scepter in his right hand was deeply stuck into the ground, the veins on the back of the hand that was clenched tightly to the scepter bulged, and he tried his best to support his body.

The priest of Shamash gritted his teeth and braced himself stiffly, refusing to fall before his enemy.

He raised his head, the blood flowing from the big opening on the side of his neck that was cut by the sharp arrow stained most of his neck red, and the blood flowing from the wound on his forehead that was smashed by the gravel stained his temples red.

Beside him, the remaining four knights did not fall down. Even though they were hit by several arrows, they still supported their bodies with difficulty.They were panting violently, and their leather armor was stained red with blood. Every time they moved a little, thin sprays of blood would spurt out from their bodies. The blood-red face of the knight who lost one eye was especially horrific. terror.

But they were still standing, standing on the ground, holding the long swords in their hands tightly against their enemies.

On the opposite side, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the refugees silently looked at these noble knights whom he should have hated so much, but felt inexplicably more emotional and respectful in his heart.

Then, he drew the war bow in his hand, and pointed the sharp arrow point between the eyebrows of the priest opposite.

Behind the man, nearly a hundred war bows were drawn together with him, and the arrows shining with cold light aimed at the wounded knights, or the throats or foreheads.As soon as their leader gave an order, they fired all arrows and completely killed these damned nobles.

Shemur let out a soft breath.

This time, he might be doomed.

It's just that he didn't expect that he died not on the battlefield against foreign enemies, but at the hands of these mobs, which made him somewhat unwilling.

but……

He thought of the little figure staying in the dark cave at the moment, and his eyes softened a little at this moment.

At least Prince Garlan is safe, that's enough.

In the night, the two sides faced each other, and the world became quiet at this moment.

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

Under the gaze of Shemuer, the man's callused fingers moved slightly, and the extremely tight string was about to be flicked——

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound.

This voice is usually not too loud, but it is unusually abrupt in this moment of silence.

That was human instinct, and almost everyone subconsciously turned their attention to the place where the sound came from.

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

It was a young child, who looked no more than seven or eight years old, with snow-white bandages wrapped around his wrists, calves, and even his neck.

The child who opened the door looked up at the crowd, and then walked forward step by step.

In the moment of this kind of battle that tensed up all the minds, at this moment of tension that makes people hold their breath, the appearance of this child suddenly appearing, and then walking calmly between the two sides in the battle showed an indescribable indescribable feeling. Weird feeling.

It was so weird that everyone couldn't react for a while, they looked at each other, and watched the blond kid walk among them step by step in amazement.Even the middle-aged man who was about to shoot the arrow had a look of astonishment, and the hand that was about to let go of the string froze.

At this moment, the entire land was inexplicably extremely quiet.

Then, a high-pitched voice suddenly broke the eerie silence.

"Why did you come out!"

Xie Muer, who was expressionless even in the face of the sharp arrow aimed at his eyebrows, had changed his face at this moment.

He wanted to get up, but his seriously injured body could no longer stand up, so he could only half-squat on the ground, suddenly reached out and grabbed the wrist of the child who passed by him, and wanted to drag him behind him with a look of frustration.

"How can you--"

"Go back."

A crisp and clean voice resounded in the night, Garlan turned his head and looked at the priest who grabbed his wrist.

The gaze he looked at Shemuer was terribly calm at this moment.

He said, "Ximuer, step back for me."

Ximuer, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned, he looked at Garlan, perhaps because he had never seen such a look on this child's face.

Garlan also looked at him, his golden eyes were extremely bright, just like the golden sun in the sky.

Unable to explain why, as if overwhelmed by the aura of those golden eyes looking at him, Xie Muer let go of his hand in silence.

Garlan turned around, took another two steps forward, and stood in front of the kneeling Shemuer, and also in front of the seriously injured knights.

He raised his face to face the countless torches held by the mob opposite, and the light of the fire illuminated his face.

At this moment, his small body seemed to be protecting Shemuer and the knights behind him.

"Do you want to use children as shields?"

The middle-aged man, who had reacted from the child's astonishment, suddenly shouted loudly, and the war bow in his hand was fully drawn again, aiming at the front.

"Despicable nobles! Do you think I will let you go like this?"

"You took our children away, do you think we will show mercy to your children!"

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

"Go away, brat! Or I'll shoot you—"

Fiery flames flickered on Garlan's face, as if a cluster of flames had also been ignited deep in his golden pupils.

In front of him, countless arrows aimed at him shone with a terrifying cold light in the dark night.

Maybe in the next second, those countless sharp arrows will pierce through his body in an instant.

"Put down the arrow in your hand."

In the dark night, under the moonlight, the blond prince stretched out his hand.

His hand, pointing forward.

"I am Garlan, the younger brother of King Kamos, the prince of Aaron Landis, and the descendant of the gods of Aaron Landis."

Garlan stared at the man and everyone else, as if a cluster of golden flames were burning deep in his pupils, illuminating all the darkness.

"You are the people of Aaron Landis..."

With such a small body, at this moment, it seems that there is an invisible and powerful will clustering around his body, which makes people hold their breath.

His finger pointed forward, pointing at everyone, inexplicably giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Tell me, who gave you the courage to point an arrow at the prince of Aaron Landis?"

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... can't lose.

Can't lose can't lose.

Can't lose, can't lose, can't lose! !

Now if you lose your momentum, you will die ah ah ah——

Facing the countless sharp arrows that shone coldly, the little prince, whose back was drenched in cold sweat, continued to stiffen his neck and pretend to be aggressive even though he felt panicked.