A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Aaron Landis, the morning star of the gods.

You are the top of the cloud.

You are the sun and moon morning star.

Camos, the king of heroes, is born on your land.

The sun gave him glory.

Thousands of stars crowned him.

Wanmin cheered him.

He is the king of lions.

He is the undefeated king.

He is guarding the high mountains of Aaron Landis.

The flaming banner was the flame he was wearing.

He is an unbeatable lion on the battlefield.

No one can make him fall.

...

No one can predict.

Dark arrows came from behind him.

The hand of sin comes from his trusted comrades.

The invincible hero on the battlefield fell on the land of Aaron Landis.

The blood that shed from him stained the soil under his feet.

The sighs of the gods came from the cloud.

The fall of the hero king.

The Enki River is running.

The awe-inspiring wind from the far north screamed.

The towering mountains that guarded the land of Aaron Landis suddenly collapsed.

In an instant, the sky collapsed.

The people of Aaron Landis's helpless weeping resounded on the ground of Aaron Landis.

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The city of Judas has long lost its former prosperity and became deserted.

After the battle of more than half a month ago, the city was already ruled by the Gasdars, and Prince Tier, the commander of the Gasdad army, sat in the town.

Even if the city falls, even if the beloved king dies, the sun will still rise and fall as usual, and ordinary people will continue to live.

Although the citizens of Judas have resentment and hatred, they can only continue to live tremblingly under the rule of the Gastads without resistance.

The streets of the city are much colder than usual, and even those who walk on the road are shrunk and bowed their heads quickly.

A team of tall and burly Gasdard soldiers patrolled the streets, scanning all the Aaron Landis with contempt.

Aaron Landis is a country conquered by them.

These Aaron Landis, of course, are also the races they have conquered, and have never been inferior.

In the middle of the city, the huge and gorgeous castle still stands on the earth as usual, but the guardians outside the castle have been replaced by white Gastads in white armor.

At this moment, in the depths of the castle, in a closely guarded dungeon, a special prisoner was held.

Yunas.

He used to be the master of this city, but now he has become a prisoner of the ranks and is locked up in the iron prison.

The cold black iron bar separated him from the person outside. Yunus looked up. His original tough face was now full of haggard color. Not long ago, his brown hair with white temples was already white. .

The pair of brown eyes, which were always bright and full of pride, were red at the moment.

Although he was a prisoner, his identity made him not ill-treated.

It was only during this time that he had trouble falling asleep all night and all night. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw the fire in the city, and the bodies of the Aaron Landis covered with mountains.

That made him suffer.

In just half a month, his whole person quickly aging and aging, wrinkles quickly covered his face.

At the moment, he looked like he was no longer interested in fighting the battlefield with King Camos more than half a month ago, and he completely became an old man who was about to die.

"Utta..."

He shouted the name of the general standing outside the prison in a hoarse voice.

"What are you doing here?"

"I will report the current situation to Lord Yunas."

Utta said with a smile.

"During this time, His Highness sent our army to conquer the Alenlandis army on the western border. Together with the army of His Royal Highness, the Third Army and the Sixth Army were knocked down on both sides."

Utta put it very simply.

But the real situation is that the Gasdad army stationed in Canal has already received an order from Tyre to attack the western border again, and while the news has not yet spread, Tyre sent Alenland, a descended army The Diss army, when the 3rd and 6th legions were fighting against the Gastad army, approached as a "friend" and then suddenly attacked.

The Alenlandis army, which was betrayed by the "Friends", was defeated by both sides and was eventually destroyed.

The commander of Gasdade drove straight in, through the Cameia Valley, and then captured the large cities on the Cameia Plain, opening up the road between the border city of Canal and Judas City.

The Sixth Army was destroyed, and the Cavalry troops of the Third Army were destroyed.

Aaron Landis's western border fell.

Juta's words made Yunas's face more and more gray, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he coughed violently before he could speak, and he coughed hard to breathe.

After a while, he spoke in a dumb voice.

"Why, Juta, I trust you so much, and treat you as a confidant... No, just betray me, but you are an Aaron Landis, why do you betray Aaron Landis."

"Arunlandis? Lord Yunas, but you never thought of me as an Arunlandis like you?"

Utta smiled.

"No matter how I do my best to assist you, no matter how much I am better than others, no matter how much you seem to spoil me, but I never planned to give me a noble title, and those who are not as good as me get you one by one. Cifeng...I understand, because in your eyes, I will always only be a servant, a servant driven by your brown skin."

A cruel color flashed across his eyes.

"Just because, I am white!"

"Your so-called trust is like charity, cheap and condescending, or do you think I should be grateful to you just because of your trust?"

The man raised his lips, he smiled at Yunus, the smile was cold.

"Why is this country dominated by you brown seeds? What I deserve, if you don't give it, I will take it myself!"

He laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of joy.

"Master Yunas, the sky will change from now on. The Gasdards are all whites that you can't see, but you have become their prisoner. Since then, Aaron Landis is Gas. The kingdom ruled by the Dade is the kingdom ruled by the white race."

"You just watched it with your own eyes, how do you look down on the whites, how noble people like you fell down from dust! From now on you will be your own!"

Yunas, who was sitting in prison, watched decisively as Juta left in a hearty laugh.

[You just watched it with your own eyes, how did the whites you look down upon trample you under your feet -]

He closed his eyes in pain.

Is it... he is really wrong.

Has he always been wrong?

A ray of light came obliquely from the small skylight and fell on the dark ground.

For a long time, Yunus slowly turned his head to look at the only ray of sunlight in the dark dungeon.

He stood up and walked to the window where the ray of sunlight was shining.

He knelt down and the sun shone on the kneeling old man, his hands clasped between his eyebrows, and his gray hair scattered in front of his eyes.

The gods of Aaron Landis.

All sin is blamed on me.

I am willing to bear the torture of eternal life.

Please save Aaron Landis...

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Among the castle's main hall, it is as gorgeous as ever, and no one can think of it. This main hall was previously stained with blood and countless dead bodies.

On the throne in the middle, the handsome young man with silver hair sat there.

The route from Canal to Judas City has been opened.

The army of the Gasdards, as well as a mixed army of Kanal and other soldiers from the country, have already arrived in the city of Judas.

The lineup is huge, with hundreds of thousands of troops at the moment near Judas City.

And the rich materials and grains hoarded by the Canal state have been transported to the city endlessly by roads, plus the grains and forages found in the cities that were laid on the Cameia Plain in Aaron Landis The material of the army is more than enough.

Everything is ready.

"You are ready, we are about to march to the royal city of Aaron Landis."

Sitting on the throne, Tyre said coldly,

"Bring the head of King Camos together and hang it before the king city."

This is the custom of Gasdard.

When the Gasdad Plateau has not been unified by Tyre’s father, the battles between the tribes continue, and the heads of the defeated tribal leaders will be cut off, so as to intimidate his people and let his people. Because fear surrenders to the winner.

The Gasdars often do this when they invade outwards.

When King Kanal's head was hung outside the city of King Kanal, the morale of the Kanal soldiers was immediately reduced, which accelerated the speed of breaking the city.

Therefore, when Tyr attacked Aaron Landis this time, he naturally planned to reapply the trick and hang King Camos's head outside the city, so that the morale of the defenders of the city would decline so that the city would be defeated as soon as possible.

Tyre said that there would be a slight commotion for someone who had stood quietly under him.

Not only was the fall of Aaron Landis suddenly turned ugly, even the generals of Gasdard looked at me and I looked at you, and there was an obvious disapproval on his face.

"how?"

Seeing the commotion from his subordinates, Tyre asked indifferently.

"Your Highness, although King Camos is our enemy, but..."

An elderly Gasdard general hesitated a little, and finally stood up and answered with a bow.

auzw.com "However, he is a heroic warrior, and I feel that as a hero, his body should not be insulted like that."

He bowed his head and pleaded.

"Please think twice."

Although they are enemies of life and death, the dying scene of King Camos shocked them as enemies, and they could not help but have a sense of admiration.

The Gasdars are fierce, but they also admire the brave.

In the previous battles between tribes, the brave soldiers recognized were also buried by the enemy.

"..."

Tyr frowned.

Because the Gastads were beaten along the way, they encountered little stubbornness and almost no rivals, so they held a contemptuous attitude towards people in other countries.

Those who regarded them as the weak and the trash cut off their heads to demonstrate. They didn't care, but thought they should be.

The invincible Gastadians since their expedition suffered their first defeat, which was in Aaron Landis, defeated by King Camos.

So, they took it for granted and regarded King Camos as a respectable enemy.

Especially the scene of the death of King Camos more than half a month ago is deeply reflected in their memories.

Even if the Lion King is dead, they still have the respect for them.

The always savage Gasdars rarely conquered the remains of King Camos and kept them in an ice bank in the city of Judas.

While Tyre was thinking, someone came out again.

The appearance of this man made the eyes of those Generals of Gadsad unsightly. Their gazes toward this man were mostly contemptuous and contemptuous.

If the Lion King is a hero that they all admire, then this Aaron Landis is a completely vile villain.

If it were not for respecting Prince Tyre and obeying the Prince's orders, they would be ashamed to be with them.

Jutta turned a blind eye to those contemptuous eyes, a look that he didn't care about, he just looked at Prince Tyre above with eager eyes.

"Your Highness, please allow me to let it go."

He knelt on one knee and said.

"I also think that it is not a good idea to take King Camos's head and hang it under the king's city."

Tyre looked at him lightly, without speaking.

"His Royal Highness, I know you did the same thing in King Canal, but King Carmos and King Canal are completely different."

Juta looked at Tyre with a loyal look.

"King Camos has a very high position in the minds of the Aaron Landis, especially in the King City, which is almost equivalent to gods."

"His Royal Highness, you think about it, if someone humiliates the Gods of the Gstaad in front of our army, how do you think everyone will react?"

He politely referred to the army of Gasdard as our army in the disdainful gaze of Gasgard.

Tyre pondered.

"If you do that, you will poke against the scales of the Aaron Landis, the defenders of the Aaron Landis will go crazy, and everyone in the city will go crazy. , Fighting to the last person."

"As a result, our army will suffer heavy losses."

Utta looked at Tyre earnestly and said,

"Your Highness, I think that is not what you want to see."

Tyre closed his eyes, and nearly transparent white eyelashes dropped a shallow shadow on his face.

His extremely thin lips are a symbol of thin love.

After a while, he nodded slightly.

"Very good, I will reward you."

He praised Judah with a cold tone, making Judah's eyes bright for a moment.

"Juta, you know more about Aaron Landis, and next time there will be similar things, you have to be as clear as today."

"Yes, Your Highness, Tyre, I am admired by your broad mind."

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After a few days, everything was ready and the army of Gasdade set off from the city of Judas.

Wearing spotless snow-white armor, Tyre led his army on the road in the city.

The sun fell on him, and the white cloak fluttered behind him.

Tyr raised his eyes and looked forward.

The silver-white forehead fell deeply in front of his eyes, and the lavender ambition and the flame of fire burned deep inside the lilac pupil.

As long as the king of Aaron Landis is attacked in one fell swoop, this long and huge country will become his land after Canal.

This fertile land will then be ruled by Gasdade and become part of Gasdard Germany.

And this is just the beginning.

He will not stop there.

This continent is so vast that no one can stop the pace of the conquest of the Gstaad.

The places where the Gasdard went will become his land--

The wind blew.

Inexplicably, his heart jumped abruptly, as if something invisible made him palpitate for a moment.

A dead leaf ripped off by the wind drifted gently across his cheek.

With a move in his heart, Tyr turned his head slightly and glanced at the direction in which the pale yellow withered leaf was blown away.

There seems to be something...

Suddenly, the wind stirred, rolling up the dead leaves that were about to fall to the distance.

The gate was in front of him, and the army was waiting for him outside the city.

Tyre withdrew his gaze and pulled the reins, and the horse under him trot.

The citizens of Judas City hid on both sides of the street, hiding in their own houses, and watched the gasted soldiers out of the city with dreadful eyes.

Their eyes were almost unremarkable, and their faces were full of confusion.

The death of the Lion King.

The collapse of faith.

The fall of the country.

The people of Aaron Landis fell into the abyss.

This terrible situation is just like a decade ago.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine, nothing will happen."

Among the houses on the roadside, a man whispered to comfort his uneasy mother.

"More than ten years ago, Aaron Landis was also at stake...but in the end it was safe and sound, wasn't it?"

The drooping old woman shivered violently from the window and watched the Gasdar soldiers passing by in front of her house.

"But...at that time... there was King Camos..."

She said intermittently.

After speaking the name, she couldn't help but lowered her head and covered her face with her dry hands, making a low whimper.

The man comforting his mother was speechless for a moment.

Yes.

At that dangerous time more than ten years ago, King Camos was there.

Their great king.

No one can beat the king.

As long as there is a king, their hearts are as stable as a mountain.

The man stood dejectedly, his eyes flushed a little.

And now, the king is gone, who else can protect Aaron Landis.

Who else... can protect the people of Aaron Landis.

Gods of Aaron Landis...

Your people are praying for your mercy...

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The yellow dead leaves were swept away by the wind and flew to the sky, then fell again.

On a platform on the roof of an unremarkable house, someone stood there.

He stood, looking down on the army of Gasdard who was walking on the avenue through the gate.

Suddenly a gust of wind passed by, carrying the dead leaf, blowing down the cloak hood covering his face.

Under the flying black hair, a pair of pure gold eyes appeared in the sun.

Those eyes were so bright that even the scorching sun above the sky could not hide its light.

The golden pupil is like a trace of melting light.

Garlan stood on the platform, with his eyes open, quietly watching the Gastad's army slowly passing through the gate and disappearing into the city of Judas.

When the last Gasdard soldier left, he turned around and gently pulled the hood that was drowned by the wind back over his head.

At this time, a tall figure quickly climbed onto the roof platform and quickly walked to his side.

"prince……"

The comer stopped talking.

"The Gasdars have left the city."

Garland looked up at Kehuos. His face was calm, and he didn't have the kind of unstable feeling that Kehuos feared.

"Notify everyone that you can start acting."

When he had finished speaking, he turned his head and looked again at the direction of the departure of the Gasdard Army.

He seemed to be looking at the figure of silver hair that had disappeared into his sight.

At this moment, the young man's eyes were terribly calm.

Prince of Gasdard, Tyre.

If you want Aaron Landis, you have to see if I agree.

Aaron Landis, and me.