A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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Light rain drifts, and the raindrops lightly hit the young leaves that haven't grown for long. During this short break, the tired horse hung its head and ate the tender grass under the feet, or swallowed the soybeans fed by the owner, how much recovery A little effort.

The cavalrymen also took advantage of this time to gobble up the dry food they carried and try to replenish their strength as much as possible.

The teenager sat quietly on the rock, holding a water sac in his hand, seemingly drinking water, but his left hand holding the water sac had not moved.

He kept his head sideways, looking at the west.

Tyre led the direction of the Gasdard cavalry fleeing.

The fine raindrops fell on his face, and the wet blond hair fell on his cheeks and neck, falling from the same slightly wet shoulders.

The golden pupils reflected the horizon in the distance, and the little rain was reflected in it, as if to cast a hazy mist on his eyes.

Gallan looked straight ahead, his eyes stunned.

"Your Highness, how much do you have to eat?"

A guard knight came over and handed the food to Galland.

"no need."

Garland shook his head.

He can't eat it.

The knight looked at him worriedly, and finally left helplessly.

Garland glanced back and took a sip of water.

He lowered his head, his slender eyelashes seemed to be stained with a little mist, and it looked a little heavy when hanging down.

feeling bad.

He couldn't tell where it was uncomfortable.

I just feel that the head, chest, heart... and even the whole body is uncomfortable.

At this moment, the Gasdars may have crossed the border and fled into Canal.

Even if you chase it now, you can't cross the border, you can only stand on the border and watch the other party grow away.

He was very unwilling.

Simply...cross the border and chase...

As soon as this thought appeared in the bottom of my heart, Gallan forced him down.

He left the army to chase Tyre in spite of the overall situation, and it was a very willful act.

He can no longer continue to be willful.

The teenager pressed his lips tightly.

Brother Wang...

Silently shouting this title at the bottom of his heart, Gallan closed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously squeezed the water sac in his hand, the water inside was squeezed out, and he wetted the water sac at once Fingers.

He didn't realize it.

A warm thing gently licked the rain off his cheek.

Garland opened his eyes and met a pair of brown eyes.

The big lion looked at him, making a low whimper, and then leaned over and rubbed Gallan's cheek with his head.

It seemed to feel Gallan's sadness, and then came over to comfort him.

Garran reached out and wrapped his arms around Negana's fluffy head. The outer mane was a little damp, but the inner mane was dry and warm to the touch.

The teenager buried his face in the thick mane of the big lion. The soft and warm touch made his mood a little bit calm.

"Sorry, Nega, you followed so hard, but couldn't do anything..."

He hugged his big lion and spoke softly to it.

Negah seemed to understand what he was saying, whispered again, lowering his head back to Gallan, crouching obediently in front of Gallan and letting him hug himself, motionless.

Suddenly, the rapid horseshoe broke the quiet moment.

Garland looked up and saw a few cavalrymen running west in the rain.

They are cavalry soldiers sent forward to scout.

Garlan's heart tightened, and he wrapped his arms around Nega's arm and tightened subconsciously.

he thinks.

These cavalry soldiers who had gone to reconnaissance must have come back to report to themselves the bad news that the Gastads had fled into Canal.

However, even if he is no longer willing to accept, he must face reality.

The pursuit of Tyre can only stop here, he can no longer allow these tens of thousands of cavalry troops to continue to chase them unnecessarily, wasting time and energy.

Taking a deep breath, Gallan, who was mentally prepared, let go of Nega and stood up.

And the cavalry leader who had returned had also found him, dismounted, hurried over, and knelt in front of him on one knee.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

The cavalryman had water on his face, and could not tell whether it was rain or sweat. He gasped quickly, trying to keep his words clear.

"Gasdad's army is ahead, fighting our army!"

"what?"

Garland was stunned.

"Gasdad is fighting an army of ours!"

impossible!

The western border has almost fallen, and there is no longer any force on the border. Where can the army intercept the Gastians?

...No, wait.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in Garlan's head.

Could it be...Hyimos? !

That's right.

It must be him!

The gray mist covering the golden eyes suddenly dissipated and lit up, and the young boy's gaze at the western border line was once again radiant.

"Depart now! Go to support!"

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The rain is still falling, not heavy, plopping.

The grass that has been moistened by this drizzle for a week has been green, and the green has spread endlessly.

Not far from the western border, the stronghold destroyed by the Gasdard Army and desolate for several months now boiled again.

Even the cold raindrops will not extinguish the fighting here.

The galloping horseshoe shakes the ground.

Cavalry soldiers wearing armor of different colors crossed the horse in the misty drizzle.

Blood was sprayed in the rain.

When the horseshoe stepped on the muddy grass, the dark muddy water splashed away.

The Aaron Landis and the Gstaad fought fiercely.

One is to open a way to live.

One to regain the glory once lost.

The two sides strangled hard together, and no one took a step back.

The hoarse roar of hoarseness was mixed with the sound of horseshoes, and the fierce impact of the blades echoed in the drizzle.

In the very center of the battlefield, the knight in black armor and the knight in white armor collided again.

Kuang's sound.

It was a loud noise when the blades of the two knights struck.

The two figures crossed and separated.

The golden-red eyes reflected the white figures on the opposite side, and a little cold light glanced through Huimus's eyes, making the heart palpitate for no reason.

Tyre looked at the dark figure indifferently.

Although it was not the first time they met, they had looked at each other countless times on the walls of the royal city and below.

But this is the first time that short soldiers have joined together and fiercely fought together.

[The Black Knight of Hell].

Tyre thought.

It is indeed worthy of this name.

There was almost no one close to the battlefield where they were fighting.

When they charged each other, their bodies seemed to be surrounded by invisible cyclones, throwing raindrops falling on the cold iron surface of their armor in all directions.

A strong sense of oppression enveloped them, pressing the air like mud.

The strong showdown.

These two knights, who were also far more powerful than mortals, exploded in anger at the moment of fighting.

The overwhelming momentum spreading around made it difficult for others to take a step.

Heimus' eyes were fixed on Tyre without blinking, straining his whole body.

This is the most powerful enemy he has encountered so far.

He clenched the hilt in his hand, loosened it a bit, and tightened it again, in order to make Hukou's tingling feeling disappear as soon as possible.

Tyre overwhelmed him in strength.

He had clearly felt this in the previous engagement.

Clenching the hilt again, the muscles in Huimus's arm bulged and stretched to the limit.

The warfare that he stared at Tyre's gaze did not weaken, but became more vigorous.

His eyes glowed with a wolflike glare.

The strength is inferior to the opponent, that does not mean that he cannot defeat the opponent—

Next second

Huimus exhaled heavily.

Tyre pulled the reins fiercely.

I don't know who moved first.

Maybe at the same time.

They once again charged towards each other.

With a thud, the sharp blades thrashed together in the rain, making a sharp, raspy friction.

Even in the drizzle, the sparks exploded by the friction of the iron blade still splashed around.

Heimus suddenly moved.

The power from the opponent's giant sword seems to be reduced by one point.

An extremely subtle force.

If you change to someone else, you might not even notice it, and it makes no difference to them.

However, Tyre's current opponent is Huimus.

He clearly felt this subtle change, raised his head, and looked deeply into his enemies.

...

Tyre's breath was a little quick, and the silver-white forehead wetted by the rain was tightly attached to his forehead.

The body's tiredness is somehow stronger than before, and breathing is also disordered.

The clothes were soaked, partly because of the drizzling rain, and partly because of the sweat oozing from him.

He felt like he was sweating badly.

The wet clothes clung to the skin. When the wind passed, the coolness should have penetrated into the skin, but at this moment, he felt that the skin was slightly warm.

In fact, on the night he led his soldiers to escape, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with him, but because of the slight feeling, he didn't pay attention to it, thinking that it was only a little tense and tired.

However, at this moment, when he had to mobilize all his strength and spirit due to the showdown with the'Black Knight', he realized that his body was really in trouble.

Physical energy is consumed faster than usual.

The body is slightly warm.

Breathing is more rapid and disordered than usual.

The strength is also one point weaker than usual.

...

This situation is very much like...

'plague'.

The word suddenly appeared in his mind, which suddenly tightened his chest.

Do not.

impossible.

He flatly denied in his heart.

A drop of water fell from his forehead and slipped down the tip of his nose.

No matter what was in my heart, Tyr's handsome face was still expressionless, and he could not see any human feelings.

But in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a cold flame burning, with the destructiveness of a blizzard, burning everything reflected in his eyes.

He will not lose.

Will not lose to any plague, will not lose to anyone!

auzw.com He is Tyre.

Is the most powerful warrior in this world!

Tyre suddenly dashed towards Heimus.

The sword in his hand was severely cleaved.

He accumulated all his strength in this sword, and then burst out.

Heimos raised his sword in a reflective manner, but was hit by the slashed sword with his wrist sinking, and the tiger's mouth was tingling again.

His heart sank.

What a powerful force-

He gritted his teeth, his arms stretched to the limit, and even his forehead had blue muscles protruding.

But even if he tried his best, the terrible power still pressed him down with the giant sword.

Tyre's eyes were full of evil light.

He is the King of Gasdard!

One day, his horseshoe will tread this land!

He is invincible!

unstoppable--

Suddenly, a sound of breaking the sky sounded.

Behind Tyre, a sharp arrow broke through the rain curtain, like lightning galloping.

The gleaming arrow pointed through Tyre's neck.

Tyre shunned.

Li Jian brushed **** the side of his cheek, and wiped a blood stain on his cheek.

He turned back.

In the distant place behind him, the young man armed with a war bow stood on horseback, and his blond hair, still bright in the gloomy sky, clearly reflected in his eyes.

Tyre's pupil dilated suddenly.

Crown Prince of Aaron Landis!

This person is here, then explain—

Tyre turned his head sharply, gazing hurriedly at the entire battlefield.

The battlefield that was still in a stalemate just now has completely changed its appearance.

The lion flag with a gold pattern on a red background flew in the rain, one in the front and one in the rear, as if echoing each other.

The sound of horseshoes shook the earth with a roar, and the countless Aaron Landis cavalry came from behind, led by the natural divine Cynthia, and fiercely torn up the Gasdade’s army. Aftermath.

The Gasdard cavalry hit by the front and rear was suddenly in chaos.

At this moment, the defeat was down.

The white Gasdard cavalry was almost instantly submerged by the violent black and red waves.

Surrounded by countless Aaron Landis cavalry, they no longer have the opportunity to escape.

As Tyr scanned the battlefield with a sullen face, he suddenly thrust at him diagonally.

Keng!

He backhanded the sword and threw it away.

He was about to counterattack, and the sound of breaking air came from his side. The sharp arrow shot from a distance forced him to give up the attack and turned his sword to block the arrow.

With a ding, the arrow hit the blade and bounced off.

He was about to rush toward Galland in the distance, and Heim Zezer, who sensed his intentions, stopped and stood in front of him. He was slashed again with a sword.

Tyre gritted his teeth and had to fight again with Huimus.

However, at this moment, suddenly a roar came, and the air shook slightly.

When Tyr was fighting Heimos, a huge golden-brown figure swooped at him in the corner of his eyes.

That **** lion!

Swinging a sword to force Huimus away, he kicked the horse's belly heavily, trying to avoid it.

But Tyre's mount was no longer the godly white horse that accompanied him to the south and north battles. After a long period of running and fighting, it was exhausted.

The roar of the King of Beasts just made it scared.

Although it is a war horse, the animal's natural fear of fierce beasts made it instantly out of control, and ran wildly without listening to the command.

Negah took advantage of the situation and swooped the horse to the ground, biting off his neck.

Before the lion rushed, Tyre leapt forward and jumped off immediately.

He rolled in place and was about to stand up.

Suddenly his head was dizzy, and his vision blurred for a moment, stopping his movements for a second.

It's just a second pause.

Maybe not even a second.

But in the duel of the strong, one second is enough to decide everything.

The horse galloped past Tyre's side.

The sword in the hand of the black knight immediately split the rain curtain, and also severely split the armor of Tyre, cutting a deep trace on his back.

And the next second that Huimos flew past Tyre, the arrow from Galland followed.

The gleaming arrow only penetrated Tir's lower abdomen, which was not covered by the armor.

Heimus leapt from the galloping forward, rushed back towards Tyre, and the sword in his hand slashed again.

The sword edge crossed, and Tyre's breastplate cracked in half under the sword.

Blood spurting from the shoulder diagonally down to the waist wound splashed onto the black armor of Heimus.

The second arrow that followed immediately plunged deep into his chest.

Tyre stood there.

He seemed to be unable to believe what happened just now and stood blankly.

He bowed his head blankly, looking at the arrow piercing from his abdomen and the deep scar on his chest.

The armor on the body has been cracked and dropped to the ground.

Two deep scars in front of him and behind him bleed at the mooring ground, and soon stained his clothes with blood.

The blood stained the white armor below his waist, dripping down the ground along the cold iron surface.

Tyre stood there.

His face was pale without blood, and his hair was white.

But the body below his shoulders was a blood red that was completely opposite to it, forming a strong and extreme contrast.

That was obviously enough to kill people seriously, but Tyre held the giant sword on the ground, still standing on the ground, never falling down.

Raising his hand, he forcibly pulled out the sharp arrow pierced into his chest, and tossed it aside, letting blood flow down his chest.

There was no expression on his pale face. He looked up, but instead of looking at Heimus in front of him, he looked away.

In the direction of his gaze, a horse came running, and the man on the horse turned and dismounted.

Niaga wailed and greeted him.

The young man stroked the head of the big lion, and the lion, who had been so fierce just now, followed him gently.

Garland strode towards Tyre.

As he walked towards Tyre, he dropped the bow in his hand to the ground, and then slowly pulled out the long sword on his waist.

Tyr fixed his gaze on Gallan who was approaching him, his pale face expressionless.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the inexplicable palpitations that had appeared several times.

He finally understood that this strange palpitations was due to the teenager in front of him.

"……answer me."

Tyr spoke, his voice hoarse.

His eyes were fixed on Gallan without blinking.

"What do I have to do with you..."

Garlan stared at him without answering.

The boy looked at him with a cold blade.

"I have a feeling..."

"I shouldn't have died here."

"I should have a farther future, conquer this land, and create an immortal cause..."

Sounds like extremely ridiculous language.

However, Tyre felt so determined.

In desperation, his fate changed because of the young man in front of him.

"Gallan, you have taken my future."

A drizzle of rain fell between the two.

Tyr stared at Gallan's eyes and swiftly passed a fierce light, exhausting his last power and violently raising the giant sword in his hand.

The two deep wounds on his body spewed out a lot of blood under his movement, but he seemed to be unconscious.

The great sword that gathered his last power swung down heavily, and with a terrible power that could almost split the earth, he slashed at Galland with a sword—

Almost at the same moment, Gallan raised his long sword.

He swiftly stepped forward and rushed into Tyre's arm, almost touching Tier's chest.

The sword in his hand thrust forward and penetrated Tyre's chest fiercely.

Time seems to freeze in this moment.

The sword in Tyre's hand was stuck in midair.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Gallan, and his thin lips suddenly lifted.

Tyre said, "You won."

"No, you didn't lose to me."

Said the boy with a sharp sword running through his heart.

"You lost to Aaron Landis."

At the moment when the words fell, Gallan pulled out the sword thrust into Tyr's chest.

Blood spewing from Tyr's chest splashed onto his face, blood-stained blond hair flying in the air.

The juvenile golden pupil shines amazingly.

The tinge of blood on the white cheeks was inexplicably shocking.

Tyr's pupils suddenly dilated, and he finally looked at Gallan deeply, his eyes showing a complex emotion that could not be said.

He staggered back two steps, the giant sword in his hand fell to the ground.

But he still did not fall.

He still stood stubbornly on the ground, standing upright.

He slowly raised his right hand, reaching forward and in the direction of Galland.

He seemed to want to grasp something with this hand...maybe Gallan, or the future that Gallan had taken away.

But he couldn't catch anything after all.

And at the moment when he seemed to stretch out his hand to catch Garland, there was a roaring roar.

The lion with an angry roar swooped up and threw Tyre to the ground.

Take a bite.

Splashing blood.

Niega bit off Tyre's head in a single bite.

The strong wind blew, and the thick golden brown mane undulated like a wave. The huge male lion stepped on the headless corpse with the head bitten by it.

The blood oozed out between its fangs and dripped on the grass beneath it.

Niega turned and walked to Garlan's head with the man's head in his mouth, and gave a low growl.

Garland looked at the head in amazement for a long time.

Then he leaned over.

The teenager bent his knees and knelt on the wet grass on one knee.

Hold the hilt in both hands, and the long sword braces the ground in front of you.

He closed his eyes, as if to whom he was praying.

A knight in black armor stood quietly beside him.

A drizzle of rain fell and the rain wet the boy's cheek.

The gust of wind swept through the blood-stained grass, and the blond long hair of the kneeling praying teenager flew in the air.

...

Tyre died in battle.