Sky Dragon Rider

As the servant entered the tallest royal tent in the middle of the autumn hunting camp, Lin Mo felt the oppressive and chilling atmosphere inside the tent as soon as he pushed open the curtain of the tent, which was completely different from the warm and cheerful atmosphere outside just after winning the battle different. .

The servant who came in first saw the wink from Manager Vance, and quickly turned around knowingly and gestured to Lin Mo without saying a word.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere, Lin Mo quickly realized, and stood aside with the servant.

The wooden table filled with drinks and snacks was pushed to the corner, and some courtiers and nobles were lined up on the left and right. His Majesty Cyril, who was sitting on the main seat, could not see a smile on his face, but was gloomy and silent.

A moment later, the six royal guards walked into the camp carrying a man who was tied up, as if they were catching chickens.

"Ah!~"

"Uh!"

"Here, where is this?"

Six people who were conscious or unconscious were unceremoniously thrown to the ground. After this heavy fall, they all groaned miserably before making unconscious sounds.

The six royal guards saluted His Majesty the Emperor together, and then stepped aside like Lin Mo did before.

"Torrantes! You let me down!"

The current emperor of the Islamic Empire, Cyril, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, his tone full of resentment.

"Who, who is calling me!"

One of the six people who were thrown on the ground slowly opened his eyes, and it was Torrantes who said those almost crazy words to the masked warrior leader not long ago.

It's just that at this moment, half of his body was scorched black, his clothes were torn after the armor was torn off, blood was spilling from his ears and nostrils, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and he was in a mess.

A gust of icy water was sprayed on his face suddenly, and the icy chill made him shiver uncontrollably, and his sanity immediately became clear.

"This, where is this?!"

Crouching on the ground like a prawn, Torrantes looked around, and suddenly found himself in a strange place, guards with stern faces, dignitaries with a bit of curiosity and disdain, but he quickly saw A face that I am extremely familiar with.

"Cyril Silan!"

Torrantes almost gnashed his teeth, syllable by syllable.

"Bold!"

Steward Vance, who was next to His Majesty Cyril, suddenly shouted loudly. He was about to continue, but his emperor interrupted him by raising his hand.

"You should call me Cyril Saint Silan, or Your Majesty! Torrantes! My second brother!"

The supreme ruler of the Islamic Empire turned a blind eye to the hatred of the people in front of him. Instead, he seemed to "remind" the other party jokingly.

"Hahaha, Cyril, are you reading my joke? The king and the loser, since it's in your hands, I have nothing to say, kill or cut, it's up to you!"

Torrantes' words were astonishing, causing some people's faces to change slightly.

Is this a rebellion by the old royal family?Lin Mo, who was standing on the side, showed no expression on his face. This is the tradition of the Islamic Empire. In order to prevent the empire from being severely damaged by the internal fighting among the princes during the power change, each generation of new emperors ascended the throne, which means that other generations of the same generation Members of the royal family will inevitably face turning points in their fate.

A more benevolent new emperor would choose to demote his brothers to common people, take away the "Slan" royal surname, and be exiled to a wild land with his children.

The new emperor with a more decisive and cruel surname would simply choose to raise the butcher knife and kill his brothers to avoid future troubles. Such bloody and cruel things are not uncommon in the history of the Islamic Empire.

The fate of those sisters will be slightly better, but they will often become victims of political marriages in exchange for more and stronger support for the new emperor.

Torrantes, the second prince of the previous generation, because the old emperor Mayazzo chose Cyril, who was once the fourth prince, to inherit the throne, he failed to succeed to the throne, but fortunately he was demoted to common people, and his family was exiled to a bitter cold place , life fell from heaven to hell.

Very few members of the old royal family succeeded in re-establishing their own family by virtue of their persistence and hard work, and developed into a wealthy family, even a noble of the empire. There is no difference between the imperial family and the nobles.

"At least I've given you a way out! Eldest brother is even the prince of the empire. I didn't expect you to be so disrespectful to your own lives. Don't forget that you still have your family members! Could it be that once you leave the royal family, you won't even survive?" Don't you have the courage to go down? So what are the civilians who are desperately trying to make a living every day?"

His Majesty Cyril thinks that he is deeply scheming and far superior to other brothers, but he did not kill his brothers like those cruel emperors in history, but gave them a way to survive. Many emperors have treated their brothers Exile, at least what was arranged for them was not a dead place where no birds shit and no grass grew.

If it takes root, it is not impossible to settle down in a corner.

It's just that after all, some people are unwilling to accept this favor, and instead want to take back everything that they have no qualifications or ability to control.

"Is there any point in saying these words now? We have been raised as a qualified emperor since we were young, and only the best one can sit on the throne that represents the supremacy. Besides, do you think we have other Is there any meaning in life? I have no family and no hope! Cyril, even if you can sit in this position, I will not let you be safe, hahaha!"

The second prince of the previous generation, Torrantes, who was tied to the ground, laughed hysterically.

A royal guard stepped forward and kicked him hard on the stomach. The laughter stopped on the spot. He could only clenched his teeth, his face twisted and ferocious, and he let out a strange moan of pain while gasping for air. .

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't let someone do it?"

His Majesty Cyril was expressionless, but his hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions.

Some courtiers and nobles looked at each other in blank dismay. After just a few years, the former Second Prince was actually the only one left?

What about his wife, children, and those loyal followers who left with him?

Have they all encountered accidents?

One question after another emerged from the hearts of everyone in the camp.

The captives of this autumn hunt were simply unexpected.

After taking a few breaths, Torrantes endured the pain and said in a trembling voice: "Is it useful to believe or not? Can people be resurrected? Cyril, you are really cruel, and the name of benevolence can indeed replace you Gather a lot of hearts, but in this world, no matter how tightly the parchment is wrapped, the charcoal fire inside will still burn out, you will regret it, no, you will not regret it, you are already the supreme ruler of the Islamic Empire, everyone I didn't see it, you are the real winner in the end, I'm just not reconciled, not reconciled!"

"Torrantes! His Majesty Cyril has sent someone to investigate. Your family and the tragedy of the third prince and the fifth prince were all involved in a deliberate conspiracy. It's just that the people who did it were clean from beginning to end, and there were not many people left at the scene. If His Majesty wants to kill you, do you think you can get out of Delan City?"

When it comes to the tragedy involving the extermination of the members of the old royal family, and seeing the faces of the ministers and nobles getting more and more ugly, Fan Si, the head of the inner palace who was accompanying the emperor, finally couldn't help but speak again, His Majesty the Emperor who is loyal to him excuse.

"Why can my eldest brother become a prince and continue to enjoy his own glory and wealth? Why can you sit on the throne of the father? I, Torrantes Slan, are not as good as you. The Slan Empire is also able to do it in my hands." Grow and grow!"

Torrantes stared fiercely at His Majesty Cyril like a wounded beast.

"Because you are narrow-minded and short-sighted!"

An old voice suddenly sounded in the tent, and a white-haired old man still exuding the majesty of the emperor came out from a small door of the tent not far from His Majesty Cyril.

"Ah! Father!"

This "Father Emperor", including surprise, resentment, unwillingness and sadness, etc., were entangled together. Torrantes looked a little dodged. His Majesty's old emperor's prestige was still there, so he had to restrain his madness. .

"You still know how to recognize me as the emperor! Do you want to kill me, an old fellow, as a worthless thing?"

The old emperor Mayazuo, who had never shown himself, looked at his second son, only seeing hatred in his eyes, which seemed to have become the only motivation and belief to support him to live.

"No, that's not the case. I just want to get what should belong to me. Cyril, an incompetent guy, can't manage this empire well. I can do a better job than him!"

Torrantes spat out a mouthful of blood, and in his tone he became more and more dissatisfied with his father's handing over the throne to his incompetent younger brother.

"Father! You should go back and rest first, leave this place to me!"

After all, his father couldn't hold back anymore, and walked over from the small tent next door. Thinking of the cruel scene that was about to happen, His Majesty Cyril's heart tightened, he stood up quickly, and supported the old emperor.

As if a little excited, the old emperor Mayazzo, whose face was flushed, was helped to sit in the camp, which belonged to the emperor's chief seat. He pointed at his second son Torrantes who had been captured alive, and reprimanded him sharply: "Idiot, You are the real stupid and incompetent idiot. Cyril is far better than you imagined. It is because your elder brother has self-knowledge. How can it be so easy to be the emperor above tens of millions? Dragon God is To be fair, if you want to get more, you have to pay more, there is never such a thing as getting something for nothing in this world!"

The resounding words of the old emperor Mayazzo moved everyone in the camp. These words seemed to be secrets that the royal family had never known to outsiders. (To be continued.)