A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"Trust me, jump down—"

Novi knelt down on the edge of the earth cliff and looked at Gallan who opened his hand to him below.

His hands were clenched tightly.

The glimmer of dark blue eyes flashed, struggling obviously.

Can't believe that person.

No one can believe.

... no one he can believe is in this world anymore...

He still has **** enmity.

He must live, and he must live by whatever means.

At such a high place, he is likely to die if he jumps down.

If, as the person said, he will catch himself, the other party's arm will definitely be injured and may even fracture.

So, in case the person below is just lying to him... or, if he regrets halfway...

That's right, I can't believe it.

In this world, no one can believe except yourself.

Novi's fingertips were almost deep into the ground. He took a deep breath and forced himself to look away from Galland below.

Not to mention.

Originally, the matter had nothing to do with this person, it was his own involvement.

So if this person can escape, he will not feel guilty.

As for himself, he simply puts himself directly into all things according to the idea just now, and uses his power to avenge himself.

The child thought, stood up, turned and walked the way he used to.

At the end of the long road, in the stone gate, there were already several cultists of black and cyan robes appearing from it.

Seeing the boy standing alone before the open circuit, they showed a look of surprise and rushed towards the boy.

Novi stood blankly at the end of the road, watching the cultists approaching him.

Soon, he will become one of them.

Even doing the same thing as them, killing countless innocent children as sacrifices...

Even if his face was cold, the child's tight knuckles were very pale.

Do you really want to be one of these monsters with human skin?

Like these people, do you want to kill innocent children and drain their blood?

Does he really... want to become the person he hated the most?

In one thought, hell.

The child stared blankly at his hand.

He just remembered the warmth of the hand his sister was holding... the same as the man's hand...

[Come, follow me. 】

[Run forward, don’t look back. 】

【Trust me! 】

...

The important prey is in front of me, and the child who has nowhere to go seems to have given up running away, standing blankly, motionless.

The child lowered his head, biting his lower lip, and his fluffy and messy forehead was scattered in front of his eyes, blocking most of his face, making people unable to see the look on his face.

The believers of all things do not care what their prey is thinking at the moment, after all, the order they receive is just to catch this live mouth.

The man rushing to the front is only a few steps away from the boy.

Less than a hundred meters away.

Just a few more seconds.

Immediately arrived, he held out his hand and grabbed the child who was near—

However, at this moment, the child who had been standing still still suddenly turned around.

The child rushed towards the broken road ahead.

Even if there was a high cliff ahead, he used all his strength to rush forward.

Then, leap forward.

The outstretched hands of all the believers in the forefront grabbed an empty space.

His eyes widened, but he could only watch the thin figure falling down in front of him.

...

Thinking of hell.

Thinking of heaven.

The weightless body fell from high altitude.

The wind was roaring in my ears, and there was a terrible buzz.

The wind rubbing his cheeks cut his skin like a knife.

The heart almost stopped beating and came out of the mouth.

He opened his eyes hard, but he was shocked to see the teenager waiting under the cliff somehow retreated to a distance away from where he fell.

His heart suddenly panicked.

Are you going to die?

he thinks.

Is he wrong? So is he going to die here?

At this moment, the teenager standing not far away suddenly moved.

Gallan rushed towards where Novi fell.

Just before Novi was about to fall to the ground, Gallan threw himself forward.

He did not reach out directly to pick up Novi, but reached out to grab Novi's hand and collar and yank it in the air.

Seen from the side, it was like Garland hitting forward, and Novi, who had fallen vertically, flew out sideways.

Novi only felt that the body was pulled by a force, and the whole person rolled in the air.

He was dragged and turned by Gallan and then hugged.

The two cut an arc in the air and fell to the ground diagonally.

The huge impulse and inertia made them unable to hold back, and the two tumbling around on the ground for more than ten laps did not stop.

In the end, there was a thud, and it just rolled into the underground river not far away, splashing large patches of water.

Novi was dizzy and dizzy by the tumbling of the bones, and he was dizzy. He suddenly fell into the water, and he couldn't swim. He suddenly frightened and struggled.

Just after he choked a few sips of water in panic, someone dragged him under the water.

As soon as he surfaced, he couldn't care about anything else, and subconsciously hugged the person who pulled him tightly, and then coughed violently, coughing his eyes red.

Fortunately, he was covered all over now, his face wet, so that people couldn't see the drops of water flowing from his forehead that oozed from the corners of his red eyes, or...

He thought, it must be only the physiological tears he coughed out, and it had no other meaning.

He thought so, holding back the sourness from the tip of his nose, he continued to cough desperately.

While coughing, hold the person next to him firmly.

After a while, he eased his breath and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the boy in front of him.

The teenager was originally dusty, and his face was stained with dust and blood stains, and it was almost black and dirty. He could hardly see the original appearance.

But at the moment, the long gray hair was soaked in the water, revealing the original golden luster, even if it was shining in the dark underground.

Most of his face was washed away, revealing the true look of the teenager.

The child's dark blue pupil shrank violently.

At this moment, he seemed to be back in the past.

A long time ago, in the bright garden, while his important people were still around him, his father smiled and unfolded a picture of a blond-haired boy in front of him and his sister.

"...Gallan...Prince?"

He stared blankly at the same face in the portrait and shouted the name like a dream.

Carrying the already dull boy, Gallan smiled at him slightly, and then took him to the river.

They rolled down the underground river under inertia, rushing away from the shore.

Struggling to swim to the river, Gallan just reached out his hand, before he could catch the river rock, and suddenly heard a squeak, an arm in black and red armor stretched out in front of his eyes, grabbed his hand .

At the same time, a familiar voice sounded.

"Sorry for being late, Your Majesty."

The blonde knight who knelt down on one knee held the hand of his majesty firmly.

He gripped tightly and looked at Gallan with one eye fixed, as if afraid of letting go and blinking, the other party would disappear in front of his eyes.

He looked at Garland without blinking and said with a smile: "I'm very happy to see you safe and sound."

Following the words of Kehuos, the little black mouse crouching obediently at his feet squeaked unwillingly, as if inviting credit.

After all, even if the gravel was removed to open the way to the underground palace, without the little black rat sniffing the smell to lead them, Kehos and his party could not find Gal in this vast underground maze-like palace so quickly. Lan.

In addition to Kehuos, there are dozens of elite knights who followed Kehuos down and knelt behind.

The faces of the knights were either relieved or ecstatic.

"Fortunately, it's not too late, earlier than I thought."

Garland smiled.

He knew that Kehos would find him soon, so even if he didn't know the way out, he wasn't very nervous.

He trusted his guardian knight.

This has always been the case.

"Kejos, did you find no trace of Huimos on the way over?"

After sweeping around in the crowd, he didn't find the familiar figure, Gallan asked.

Kehuos shook his head.

"No trace of His Excellency Huimus."

"Uh... It seems that when you come out later, the sachet you gave me must also be given to Huimos."

"It's my poor thinking."

Kehuos answered.

He did not expect that Huimos would be separated from Gallan.

After all, as long as he goes out, Heimus has always followed Gallan closely, inseparably.

"Ah, yes, then."

Gallan finally remembered that he still had a child in his arms, and both of them were still soaking in the water.

He pushed the child ashore.

Kehuos reached out with his other hand and grabbed it, gently lifted the child from the water, and set it aside.

Then he lifted Gallan out of the underground river with both hands.

auzw.com The child does not seem to have recovered, staring blankly at Gallan.

"Have you saved this child?"

"Well..."

Standing by the river, Gallan twisted his wet hair.

He looked at Kehuos and asked, "You sent someone to summon that you saved the Prince of West Asia."

When Gallan said this, he glanced aside, and he clearly saw the boy's dull look suddenly change his face.

"I'm sorry, the cultist deceived me with a stand-in. The prince I rescued was fake."

Kehuos said, "I have let a team of knights accompany Canal's knights to continue searching."

As for whether it was found, he was not clear.

After all, Garland was in danger at the time, and he had no intention to care about what Prince West Asia was.

"keep the change."

Garland said, then bowed his head and smiled at "Novi" who pressed his lips together.

"Right, Prince West Asia?"

He didn't think about it at first, thinking that the child was just a sacrifice to escape, and then he gradually felt something was wrong.

This little boy's behavior does not look like an ordinary child.

Although it looks very thin and has a bit of fierce eyes, it seems to be taught by good etiquette between hands and feet-not deliberately, but has become used to nature.

And... just an ordinary sacrifice, all believers of all things will not be so crazy.

Later, the words "Novi" made him affirm his guess.

As Galland said, the child's pupils shook, and Westia looked up, looking at the teenager in front of him with a complex look.

The man he looked forward to day and night.

He had imagined countless times when he met the crown prince.

How to talk to the other party, how to show weakness, how to move the other party to help yourself.

He has simulated countless times in the bottom of his heart.

But he never imagined that his meeting with the former crown prince of Aaron Landis and the current king Aaron Landis was in such an incredible way.

Kehos was stunned when Garlan said that, and then turned to look at West Asia.

"...Prince of West Asia?"

He said, staring at West Asia with an eye that clearly asked.

After a little silence, West Asia nodded.

"Yes."

He admitted.

"I am the Prince of West Asia in Canal."

He leaned over and knelt in front of Garland.

"Thank you for saving me from all things, King Gallan, I have been looking forward to meeting you, I..."

Opening his mouth, he didn't know what to say for a while.

West Asia's eyes showed a daze.

Some kind of unclear emotions flooded his chest and swelled so much that his heart swelled with pain.

Obviously full of words, but do not know what to say.

In a trance, he remembered that day again.

In the garden bathed in bright sunlight, the unfolding portrait, the father holding the portrait, appeased the sister Wang who generally touched her head...

He closed his eyes and clenched his hands.

Sister Wang.

This must be your guide.

You have been guarding me in the kingdom of heaven before guiding me to this person.

You have always been by my side... is it?

"I……"

"Whether it is thanks or other words, there is still a long time for you to speak."

Garland said,

"Now I have to go find someone, so don't delay the time, it's time to go, keep up."

Find someone?

West Asia froze for a moment, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that Gallan had left, ignoring the complicated thoughts in his heart, and quickly got up to catch up.

He followed Garland side by side, remembering the conversation between Garland and Kehos that he had just heard, and whispered, "You are going to look for that... His Excellency Heimus ?"

Huimus.

Of course he knew this person.

This is a black knight who adored himself before.

Garland hadn't answered yet, Kehos suddenly spoke.

"Something is wrong."

He frowned and looked at the underground river beside him, with a dignified look under his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I smell a **** smell."

Kehuos said,

"From the upper reaches of this underground river."

"..............."

Garland stopped.

"His Majesty?"

"Bloody smell..."

After a moment of silence, Gallan spoke.

"Go up this underground river."

"but……"

"It's more likely to find a special place to converge than aimlessly searching."

Gallan said, "If you can feel Kehos, then Huimos should be able to feel the anomalies there, and he will probably go there too."

In order to find him, Huimus certainly will not let go of any abnormal or dangerous places.

"and……"

"and?"

"……It's nothing."

Garland looked towards the upstream of the underground river.

Obviously not as keen-huss's keen sense of smell, but he seemed to feel it too, and the rotten and **** breath diffused from there.

The same breath as his dream brought some ominous omen.

As if in that direction, something terrible is about to happen...

…………

Garland and his party walked up the narrow underground river. The crowd moved fast. West Asia, a slower man, was carried by a knight.

The place where they have been walking should be deeper underground in this stone hall, dark, and almost no traces of artificial carving.

Fortunately, Kehos led people down to find Galland with a torch in order to move forward in the dark underground caves.

It didn't take long, not just Kehuos, more and more people also smelled bloody.

The higher you go, the more intense the **** smell will be.

As they continued to move forward, everyone found that the water in the underground river had faintly changed color.

And the further up, the darker the color.

In the end, under the faint light of the torch, you can clearly see that the water in the underground river has turned red.

By this time, Garland and his party had reached the source of this underground river.

In this vast underground cave like a sky, underground rivers flow out of the cracks in the mountain-like stone wall in front.

Surrounded by black rocks, the rocks are rugged.

This piece of yin is rich and exudes a strange cold that can penetrate into the bones. The bugs and spiders everywhere in the underground are gone, just like the living creatures here can't survive, and there is no anger.

Even the moss still spreading in the stone walls and cracks just now disappeared.

Along the way, the dark and dull underground cave suddenly had light.

Everyone saw that there were finally artificial traces ahead.

Dozens of rough stone steps appeared in the front, and small pillars burning at the top of the brazier stood on both sides of the stone steps, shining a little light in this vast underground grotto.

Above the rough stone steps, a huge stone door stood before everyone's eyes.

This stone gate is more than ten meters high, and it looks very magnificent.

Standing under this door, one can only look up, and looks very small.

The lacquered black stone exudes a dark atmosphere, and the black and blue copper pattern is wrapped on the stone door, reflecting the fire light, exuding the unique cold luster of the metal, and it looks like a bronze door.

Bronze wraps the black-fronted stone, hollowed out on it, and presents a complex pattern on the edge of the stone door.

In the middle of the stone door, the bronze engravings meandered a huge rune.

There was silence, and no one spoke.

The weak fire reflected the stone door. In the gap below the stone door, a stream of bright red liquid like trickle water flowed out from under the stone door endlessly, flowing through the flat black-cyan stone slab in front of the stone door, then, along the rough The stone steps flow down.

It's like a **** waterfall.

The strong **** smell came from all over the place, and the blood flowing down from the stone steps just flowed into the underground river, so that the water in it was stained with blood.

This scene in front of everyone makes everyone look dignified.

They have vaguely guessed that behind this huge stone door, the cultists of all things are afraid that they are doing something terrible.

The boy's voice rang in the darkness, breaking the heavy silence at the moment.

"Enter the door."

Gallan said, take the lead and move forward.

Stepping on the rough stone steps with blood, the soles of his boots were stained with blood in a flash.

When stepping on the **** stone steps to the blue stone plate square above, everyone was stagnant.

The knights looked at the front in disbelief, one by one, as if petrified, froze in place.

Someone is approaching them.

From under the majestic and huge bronze stone gate, walk towards them.

The man was standing in front of the stone gate, just like the guardian of the stone gate.

The lacquered black boots stepped on the blood flowing from the ground under the stone gate, splashing the bright red blood beads around.

The silver-white long sword pointed to the ground, and the faint firelight reflected the familiar handsome face.

He stepped on the flowing blood and came to the crowd.

Under the dark hair, the blood-red pupils reflected Gallan and the others on the opposite side, churning out the red|naked murderous intention.