A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The red flame reflected Galan's pale face falling in the arms of Huimus, and his lips were even a little bloody. The lines drawn on the neck with blood red paint became brighter and redder under the fire, and they formed a sharp and extreme contrast with the pale skin.

The child lay quietly in his arms, pale lips and cheeks, the breath was weak, and the drooping eyelashes were like broken butterfly wings, extremely fragile, as if he would stop breathing in the next second.

The blood on the wrists and ankles was confused with the blood red lines depicted. It was difficult to see in the dark. At first glance, only a large piece of blood red was seen, like blood must flow from this small body Exhaustive.

Heimus even saw that his arms around the child in his arms were stained with blood. That terrible blood red dyed the teenager's eyes also red. His brain was blank at this moment, and he was dull for a time. Overwhelmed in place.

With a snap, a small blue bottle was dropped on the ground and rolled to him.

Heimus subconsciously grabbed the bottle and looked up.

King Camos, who threw the bottle to him, did not look at him, but turned his head, and a pair of bright tiger eyes glanced around.

On the opposite side, the fanatics had come from all directions, their faces twisted, and they were not afraid of death, and rushed towards them like crazy.

"Give him medicine."

King Camos said in a deep voice, neatly.

Warriors who have been fighting on the battlefield for many years will have the habit of carrying medicines with them, especially medicines for trauma such as swords. Camos, who was already used to fighting on the battlefield as a king, was naturally brought with him and was certainly the best medicine.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the crowd of fanatics and snorted sarcastically. In his eyes, those guys are like native terriers and dead plants.

A group of ants gather together, still a group of inferior ants.

As soon as he pulled the reins, his legs squeezed down the horse, and he had long been fighting with the horses he had been fighting on the battlefield. When Camos moved, he immediately bowed his head, rushing towards the crowd like thunder.

On the battle horse of Mercedes-Benz, the powerful Wang Gao raised his sword in his hand.

There is a huge sword with two arms wide of Camos reflecting the thunderous cold light in the night. This big sword, which does not know how many enemies drink the blood, is like a sickle waving down in the darkness like a death hand in the dark-

Without any bells and whistles, King Camos just chopped off lightly to the hundreds of fanatics who swarmed in.

At this time, dozens of people rushing to the front were severely hacked out, and the chest was cracked with deep bone scars, and it fell on the ground and it was impossible to live.

King Camos just used his big sword to cut off the fanatics who rushed up, left and right, and he looked down at those people with contempt.

The king of beasts will not be afraid because the number of mice is ten times and hundreds of times.

For King Camos, these guys, no matter how many people rushed up, were scum and could not withstand a blow.

This is indeed the case.

King Camos stood on horseback before the campfire.

The fanatics who rushed up one by one were all chopped to death by his sword. Countless torn corpses piled up in front of him, and countless people who flew out screamed in pain on the ground.

Even the most terrible and craziest fanatics of the Animist were shocked by the power of King Camos at this moment, but they stopped and shrank.

They stood there, their faces turning blue, breathlessly watching the man riding a horse standing by the campfire.

The king of Aaron Landis known as the'Lion King' by the world.

The lion-like king looked down at them with scorching eyes, contemptuous and proud, looking at them like ants.

The fire was leaping, shining on King Camos' cheek, and the **** dripping blood was dripping from the blade of his original white sword in his hand.

In the dark night, King Camos stood alone on the ground, and his entire body was empty for several meters.

When he was there, no one dared to step closer to him.

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The believers were stopped by King Camos, and Heymus had time.

He poured out the white lotion in the medicine bottle almost hurriedly, put it on Garlan's still bleeding wrists and ankles, and then used his teeth to tear off a few pieces of cloth from the hem of his clothes and bandaged the wound with the medicine.

The light-colored cloth was soon immersed in a circle of blush by blood still exuding, but fortunately, it didn't take long for the drug to work, and those blood halos stopped continuing to expand.

Heimos was slightly relieved. He stretched his fingers and put them in front of Gallan's nose. The breath that flicked his fingers very lightly gave him a sense of relief.

There was a little lot of lotion left in the pill bottle, and he poured it all out and gently rubbed it on the thin blood stains on the child's throat that had been crusted.

Thinking of the scene he saw from a distance not long ago, he still feels terrified.

It’s just a little bit worse.

The child's fragile throat will be cut in his arms.

He even felt at that moment that he had seen the blood spewing from Gallan's throat into the night sky.

If it weren’t for the moment, King Camos shot an arrow through the palm of the black robe and hit the dagger. I’m afraid he was holding a cold body at the moment.

The child is now in his arms, his small body, soft, and warm, making people unwilling to let go.

But precisely because of the warmth at the moment, whenever he thought of the possibility that the person in his arms became cold, Huimus had an unbearable feeling.

He held Gallan and turned to look.

In the night, the boy's gaze slowly swept around the believers wearing similar black and green robes. The light of fire fell into his pupils, making the eyes of those golden-red eyes burn like a heart-pounding cold flame at this moment.

It is not bright, but it seems to come from the abyss and is terrible.

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Just when the fanatics could no longer bear the fear of the Lion King from the bottom of their hearts, some people began to retreat, some began to turn around.

As soon as the first believer who wanted to turn around to run full feet turned his head, before his body turned, his eyes were straightened, and the whole person froze.

The countless knights wearing leather armour and riding horses did not know when they had stood neatly behind them, and the sharp silver guns in their hands shone in the darkness.

This group of knights who followed King Camos to countless battlefields stood there quietly, and the **** guts from their bodies overwhelmed everything.

They stood in the darkness, they were the invincible warriors of iron and blood under the lion king.

Almost instantly, the believer's feet were crushed, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Then, more and more people wanted to turn around and fled, but saw the countless knights behind them began to collapse. They either sat on the ground or shouted and fled. Some people even try to rush into the dense forest not far away, wanting to throw away these knights by the terrain.

On the dark horse, the brown-haired king raised the big sword in his hand and slashed toward the void in front.

That is the silent king's life.

The knights who had been standing still moved, just for a moment, just a sprint, their silver gun broke the throat or chest of the believers who tried to escape.

This is a one-sided war.

One does not stay.

This is the silent king's order from the sword of the Camos dynasty.

The loyal warriors meticulously carried out the orders of their king.

The screams of the believers enshrined in the altar sounded on the broad altar. They mourned and prayed to their **** to save them. However, the gods who gave them countless flesh and blood did not appear, nor did they come to save them.

They can only run around, and then fall one by one under the knights' silver guns or swords.

Very ironically, these believers finally dyed this black blue stone slab to God with their own blood.

But no one would sympathize with them. When these believers sent innocent and weak children to the altar, their bodies and even their souls were already imprinted with the mark of sin.

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These sins can only be washed away by death.

Camos glanced around, and the **** scene didn't make him feel moved.

His long experience on the battlefield has already created his iron heart, he is the patron saint of his people, but for his enemies, he is like a devil.

These believers are not without women and children, but Camos did not let them go. He who had conquered all religions knows that these weak and harmless women and children, as long as they enter a cult, are not as inferior to men as men. It is these seemingly poor women and juvenile young believers who have countless hands The other innocent children were sent to the altar and sent to hell.

These women and children are not worthy of sympathy.

If they were let go of them today because of mercy, they would not have repented at all, and it would only cause more innocent people to die in their hands in the future.

He Camos had to guard, always the kind, upright and orderly people of Aaron Landis. These believers with blood on their hands are not the people he wants to guard, but the criminals he must destroy that have seriously endangered Aaron Landis.

It didn't take long for the past, and the screams after another gradually disappeared. After all, most of these believers in the Animists are ordinary people, and the mad believers are better than ordinary people. In the face of this group of King Camos's guards who have stepped on the **** corpse, they have nothing at all. Fight back.

With a big sword, Camos slashed the leader of a fanatic who tried to escape.

The fanatic was covering his chest with a bone wound, and he coughed up blood while staring at Camos on the horse with a vicious eye.

"Persecutive King Camos I teach..."

He was vomiting blood and gasping, making noises intermittently.

"We are not going to die...Everything is there, and my teaching is...God is watching us."

He looked at Camos with hateful eyes, and he spoke like a curse.

"The persecutors of God... the tyrannical king, you will be retaliated, this kingdom will also be retaliated... God will not forgive you, God will bring disaster to the land of Aaron Landis... ...We curse you, curse Aaron Landis..."

The last sentence of intermittent words was not finished, and the long sword penetrated deeply into his chest, causing the believer's voice to stop abruptly.

King Camos drew his big sword and slammed the **** blade on his shoulder.

He looked down at the corpse, grinned, and arrogantly gestured, but the tall and majestic figure inexplicably made him take it for granted.

"I am the king of Aaron Landis. No matter who it is, as long as I am in Aaron Landis, I have to obey my king's order. Your God is no exception."

He said lightly.

"If your God is dissatisfied, let him come to me, I should."

He is the king of Aaron Landis, and he will protect this country and his people.

The guy who wants to harm Aaron Landis, even if it is a so-called god, dare to fight it!

As night fell, the morning sun had risen from the distant horizon.

The light of that morning light came over, and the golden brown hair of King Camos riding on the ground stood like a burning sun.

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Xie Muer turned and dismounted and walked quickly.

Looking at the little prince with blood and weak breath on his hands and feet, he frowned.

From the beginning, he did not approve of Galland being a prince who was in danger for the children of lower civilians, even now he thinks so. However, Garland, who had been considered by him to be almost incapable of doing nothing in the future and would do nothing in the future, could actually do such a thing. It really surprised him, and it was somewhat improved.

Even if Gallan's behavior was not in accordance with the rules, at least the child's courage to face danger made him appreciate it.

Although the little prince usually looks squeamish and irrational, he can still be trusted at a critical moment.

The priest lord of Samash thought so, leaning over and trying to take Galan from Hyimus. But his hand had just stretched out, and the teenager who had been holding Garland sitting quietly on the ground suddenly looked up at him.

A cold breath passing through those golden-red eyes actually made him palpitate in an instant.

After stunned for a while, Xie Muer's expression became serious.

"Prince Huimos, please give me His Highness Garland, he needs better placement."

Heimus kept his eyes closed and didn't move, but his lips tightened, and black hair shrouded in deep shadows in his eye sockets.

He stood up without saying a word, grabbed the horse of Shermuer, put Gallan up, and then turned the horse on his own.

Xia Muer still wanted to say something, a voice came next.

"Xie Muer, let him take care of Gallan." Camos said, "You have to deal with the follow-up, over there, you have to deal with the group of children."

Xie Muer glanced at the corner of the altar, where there were a group of children who were half scared and half crying.

"Yes, King Camos."

He replied, took a deep look at Huimus again, then turned and walked over there.

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The sun rises and then one day passes, slowly sinking into the horizon again.

After a busy day and finally finishing the follow-up work, King Camos finally took the time to gobble up the dried meat while talking murmurly.

"How is Galland?"

"The prince is okay, there will be no danger, but he has lost too much blood and needs some rest."

"That's good."

Camos breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about Huymos? Still there?"

He has affairs in his hands, so even if he is worried about Gallan in his heart, he must get up and deal with the matter first.

I heard that the boy of Huimos accompanied Galran on this day.

Hey, why can the kid accompany Gallan, he has to worry about his injured younger brother, and he must be bitter and busy to turn around while he is alive?

Gee, it's so bad.

Xie Muer frowned, then spoke.

"... Speaking of which, King Camos, I have something to tell you."

"what?"

"Because of some accidents, Huymos and the ordinary collateral royal children have a very different living environment from a young age... Maybe his excellence beyond the others is precisely because of his experience that is different from ordinary people, but The experience brought him not only outstanding talents, but also some other problems."

Xie Muer remembered the moment when Heimus looked at him, and even he was stunned.

Yes, he has always been extremely satisfied with the outstanding qualifications of Heimus. However, Heimus is only twelve or three years old, and he has such a look. This is simply--

By now, he had to admit that, in terms of mindfulness, Huimus was probably not as good as Gallan.

"Prince Huimus seems to have started to develop in a paranoid direction. And... well, maybe it is my illusion, but I vaguely feel that his paranoia seems to have a tendency to fall to His Highness Galland . I'm afraid it will be bad for both princes."

Xie Muer looked at King Camos and said.

"So, King Camos, I think, even for these two princes, we better let them keep a certain distance."

The author has something to say: 　　Hyimos: ...It's Xie Muer, huh.