A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The sun has long risen, the long night has passed, and the sun is shining again on the land of Judas.

Just overnight, the entire city of Rudas changed.

The shouting of the night shook the people in the city and frightened all night in the house.

After a night, when the city finally became quiet, some bold people sneaked out to look at it, and then they were surprised to find that the Gasdard soldiers who had been arrogant in the city and indiscriminately insulting the Arunlandis were missing. .

In the early morning sun, Alenlandis cavalry in black and red leather armour can be seen everywhere on the streets of the city.

The familiar costumes of soldiers made the people of Judas burst into tears.

After a whole night of trembling, the heart was finally put down completely. They looked at their soldiers with excitement. The familiar black and red made them feel very relieved.

...

In the magnificent castle in the middle of the city, in a room above the tall tower, Juta stood in front of the high floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the countless Aaron Landis soldiers who had surrounded the castle.

He only wore a shirt on his upper body, and a thick bandage wrapped his right shoulder, and the bandage at the shoulder blade still oozed bright red blood.

His face was so pale.

I don’t know whether it was because of a sharp pain in the shoulder, or because of the soldiers surrounding the castle below, or both.

Last night, he was rescued by his own soldiers and fled back to the castle.

After he forced to send someone to convey the news of the fall of the East City Gate to the Gastards who were suppressing the slaves, he lost consciousness and passed out.

Who knows, when I wake up, everything is turned upside down.

He once thought that the mighty Gasdars were defeated in an instant.

And the glorious future that he once imagined countless times also disappeared in this night.

Just like he once said.

The winner is king.

But he has now become a loser.

... Both a betrayer and a loser, he will be nailed to the column of shame forever, no possibility of turning over.

why?

Utta gritted his teeth.

He pressed his fist against the wall and burst into blue on his back.

Why is this the case?

His clenched teeth rattled.

Why would he fail?

This should not be the case!

Should not—

Just at the moment when Juta gritted his teeth, he suddenly saw the young man on horseback standing in front of the gate beneath the castle, as well as the bright and shiny blonde hair flashing in the sun.

Suddenly, he remembered the flying blonde hair imprinted in his memory last night.

The arrow wound on his right shoulder suddenly ached violently.

Crown Prince.

He looked fixedly at the blond boy.

It turned out that it was Prince Wang.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

The uneasy voice of his subordinates came from behind.

With one hand on the bandage on the right shoulder, Juta closed his eyes, and a strand of hair fell weakly from Juta's eyes.

His eye sockets were shrouded in shadows, and his face was full of disgrace.

"Open the door."

He said sullenly.

"...Surrender to Prince Wang."

…………

The army of Aaron Landis stood quietly in front of the castle. They stood upright, motionless, as tall as a pine forest.

In front of the castle gate, Garland stood on horseback.

Kehos and Cynthia also rode behind him.

After waiting for a while, Cynthia was a little impatient. He looked at the gate of the castle, pondered for a while, and then gathered up to speak to Garland in a low voice.

"Brother, I can break the door with just a few hammers, simply..."

He had just said halfway, and suddenly a creaking voice came, and Cynthia looked up, stupefied that the castle gate was actually opened from the inside.

A pale-faced subordinate walked out of the gate with a dozen ties, his hands were empty, without any weapons.

They knelt down in front of Garland and bowed their heads deeply.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers in the castle who were still holding their spears and swords for a while stayed for a moment, but then, many people's faces appeared relieved.

At the next moment, they threw down their weapons and surrendered on their knees with their generals.

It seemed that he did not see Utta and others who were kneeling in front of the horse, nor the descending soldier who was kneeling on the ground. Gallan went straight on the horse, and the golden pupils stared straight at the open door in front.

The teenager looked straight.

The horse beneath him walked slowly from the kneeling side of Utta, as if this person didn't exist there at all.

Kehuosi and others followed him step by step and walked past the kneeling man.

Utta knelt on the ground and bowed her head deeply.

He watched the horseshoes pass by one by one.

The surroundings were terrible, and only the sound of the horseshoes kept ringing on his side.

No one spoke to him, even blaming and scolding.

Everyone turned a blind eye to him, as if he was not like him at all.

Obviously, all the words I had already thought of were to cry to the Prince of Prince for mercy and to confide in my own desperation, but at this moment, Utta couldn't even say a word.

His heart seemed to be held tightly by an invisible big hand, almost suffocating him.

The arrow on his shoulder suddenly hurt sharply, and his body shivered slightly.

The horse walked across the wide vestibule and came to the castle's gate. Garland stepped down and walked into the castle.

The hall was very quiet. Both the soldiers and the servants knelt on both sides, knelt to the ground, bowed their heads deeply, and humbled their foreheads to the ground.

At this moment, only the footsteps of Gallan and others continued to echo in the hall.

Garland didn't stay in one step, he walked quickly, led by a soldier who pretended to be a slave and sneaked into the castle, walked straight through the hall, over the back courtyard, and came to a huge refrigerator behind the castle prior to.

The door was opened, and a large white mist rushed out.

The boy kept walking, plunging into the cold white mist.

Walking deep in the room, an ice coffin caught Gallan's eyes.

The familiar Wei An body lay there quietly.

Because of admiration for the heroic bravery of the lion king, the Gasdard rarely conquered the remains of King Camos.

The slightly curly golden-brown short hair was scattered on the ice and snow, and the Lion King lay quietly, as if just sleeping.

The torn black and red armor stained with indelible blood was set on the tall body, dark brown skin, and the strong arm was placed on the chest.

The line of the sleeping face was still tough, with a clear outline, high nose and deep eyes, and a little short stubble on the chin.

It was like the day when little children and men first met.

From that day on, the man's chin always had only a short stubble.

Time seems to never pass.

Standing next to the ice platform, Galland leaned over, and long blond hair fell from his shoulders, falling on the cheek of the sleeping Lion King.

He looked down and kissed the cold forehead.

Just like before, many times, every night when the darkness came, his prince would kiss his forehead, the gesture was like guarding him in the dark.

My brother.

my father.

King of Aaron Landis.

The glorious lion.

The gods crown you.

You have glorified yourself and returned to the kingdom of the gods.

But I believe.

Standing in the hands of the gods, you will still look down on the Aaron Landis land you are guarding.

In the kingdom of the gods, you will still be watching... me you are guarding.

...

Garlan raised his head, his eyes falling on the head of the sleeping King Camos.

Among the brown curly hair, the lapis lazuli gold crown intertwined with laurel leaves was worn on top of the lion king's head.

The sky-like lapis lazuli gemstone was stained with a drop of blood, and that **** color seemed to infiltrate into the gemstone. Somehow, after such a long time, it still seemed to have just flowed out of that red color.

That drop of blood.

Bright red is about to drip, will flow without flow.

Garran reached out and took off the lapis lazuli gold crown on King Camos.

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He knelt in front of the sleeping lion king on one knee.

The cloak stained with blood was scattered at his feet.

Close your eyes.

The cheeks with soft lines are more tenacity at the moment.

Bow your head.

White hands hold the golden crown.

The boy put the lapis lazuli crown on his head as if dotted with blood beads.

...

Kehos stood at the door, didn't go in, and also stopped Xinyas who wanted to go in with Galland.

Prince Garland must not want others to see his fragile appearance crying.

Kehuos thought.

Even as the guardian knight himself.

The sun shone down, brightening this piece, but it didn't light up the heavy mood of the blonde knight who was standing in front of the door.

He stood silently waiting at the door.

Time passed by one minute and one second, just a quarter of an hour, but it was extremely long for him. Every second made him seem to be suffering in the fire.

Just when Kehuos could not wait any longer, the door creaked and the door reopened.

Garlan's figure emerged from the white mist that came out, and stood in front of the crowd again.

The wind blowing in front of him lifted the light blue cloak behind him at that moment, and then fell gently on his back again.

The cold white mist slowly dissipated around him, as if the teenager came from the ice and snow.

Kehuos' pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw the lapis lazuli gold crown woven with laurel leaves on the prince's blond hair.

Crown of King Camos.

The lapis lazuli gold crown reflects the bright sunlight.

After a night of fighting, Gallan's white cheeks were stained with dust, and he was still stained with blood.

The long sword on his waist reflected the chilling light.

The young man's figure is as long as usual, slightly slender and beautiful.

But at this moment, when the teenager stood there, there was an unspoken and unpredictable momentum leaking from him.

That kind of momentum actually gave people a sense of oppression.

That gave Kehuos a moment of distraction.

majesty.

The invisible sense of oppression is named, majesty.

Although it was still very weak, as if it had just been born soon, but at this moment, he really felt the breath of the young prince that he had only felt in King Camos in the past.

——That is the majesty of the king——

Recovering from the sudden trance, Kehos looked at the prince who had moved on.

The golden crown and the golden hair complement each other, brighter than the sun in the sky.

The cluster of golden light reflected in the remaining green pupils, and a bright smile appeared in the eyes of the knight. He quickly caught up with Gallan's pace.

That is his king.

A stronger and tougher king than anyone else.

...

………………

At noon, the entire city of Judas was very lively.

The city has been silent for too long, as if it were dead.

Now, it is finally alive again.

The citizens of the city rushed to the center of the city with excitement, before the castle that they could not avoid.

At this moment, thousands of people were empty, and the castle was crowded with people.

Although they are all humans, the land is extremely quiet.

Everyone was breathless, holding their breath, looking up at the scene in front of them with their eyes raised.

On the castle, the white flag symbolizing Gasdard fell from the flagpole.

It was discarded at will and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

Then, under the watchful eye of everyone, the lion's flag with a gold pattern on a red background fluttered in the sun and slowly rose into the sky.

This fiery red flag finally flew once again over the castle and over the city of Judas.

It was like a red flame burning in the sky, and the golden lion roared towards the world.

Everyone looked excitedly at the flying red flag, and the next second, the warm cheers almost overturned the castle roof.

Everyone raised his hands and snarled wildly, cheering.

They yelled like crazy and burst into tears, as if they wanted to vent all the pain and fear they had suffered during the month.

Among the cheering crowd, an old woman was helped by her son.

She stood tremblingly, raised her head, her eyes fixed on the familiar fiery red lion flag, and her eyes showed relief.

Her son was holding her next to her with a look of excitement.

"I said, nothing will happen, certainly nothing will happen!"

He shouted to his mother with the loudest voice in the deafening cheers around him.

"There is a crown prince! He will protect Aaron Landis, protect us, just like King Camos—"

He shouted and looked up.

"Look, Prince Wang is there!"

On the castle's open-air balcony, the young crown prince stood there.

Perhaps his body shape did not look as burly as the Lion King, but at this moment, as long as he stood there, it made everyone feel very at ease.

They cheered and shouted for the crown prince.

For Aaron Landis.

…………

On the other side of the cheering people, a girl wearing a linen cloth covered her mouth in disbelief.

That is--

She looked at the teenager standing on the high platform and recognized the familiar figure at a glance.

Crown Prince?

The person who saved her that night was Prince Wang?

The girl's mind was blank at the moment.

This surprising thing temporarily stopped her thinking.

She covered her mouth like this, staring blankly at the pretty blonde teenager in her memory.

Yes.

She admits her mistake.

it's him.

Although she couldn't see her face too far away, the figure was as reassuring as she remembered.

The blond hair is like warm sunlight.

It turned out... he was Crown Prince...

The crown prince who saved the city.

For no reason, a sudden, the girl covering her mouth dropped a tear.

【Do not be afraid. 】

She suddenly remembered the warm smile that the teenager showed to her that night.

The reassuring voice seemed to sound in her ear again.

【I promise you that. 】

The girl closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks, moistening the back of her hand.

[Everything will return to the past. 】

She didn't know why she suddenly cried so much.

But the sour corners of the eyes were weeping uncontrollably.

She couldn't cry herself.

...

Do not be afraid.

My people.

I assure you that everything will return to the past.

I will bring Aaron Landis back to the past.