A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"Answer me! Stoke--"

The roar of the blonde knight reverberated in the night.

But the subject of his question did not answer, but when he saw him, he showed a look of alertness, and there was a little puzzlement hidden in the alert.

"you are still alive?"

Stoke asked.

Among the missions of Tusda, there is his internal response, so he knows the princes of Aaron Landis and Kehuos in this mission.

The only one of these people that made him feel daunted was the knight who was once regarded as a good friend.

Therefore, tonight, he should take the initiative to request nights and kill the other Tastars, and then let the Vassili horse thief enter the camp silently and set fire, then directly shoot the crossbow|arrow Kehos tent.

Even the most powerful knight will be shot by a crossbow|arrow in his sleep.

He thought Kehuos was dead. After all, when he entered the camp, the tent where Kehuos was sleeping had no movement, and blood had oozed out of it.

Kehuos sneered.

"Forget it."

He said he suddenly raised his hand and threw the silver gun at Stoke.

The sharp silver gun whizzed toward Stoke like lightning.

Stoke raised his black iron gun sharply, blocking the silver gun that was trying to penetrate his throat.

The violent impact made the iron gun in his hand vibrate and buzz.

The blocked silver gun fell to the ground with a snap, and on the opposite side, the one-eyed knight riding on the horse had pulled out the big sword on the waist, and the white blade reflected the burning flame behind him.

He stared at Stoke, and the fire seemed to ignite the deepest part of his eyes.

Although his marksmanship is also good, but the most good and habit is this big sword that he carries with him.

When fighting against evenly matched opponents, a little oversight will lead to total defeat.

Therefore, to work hard, you must use your most skilled weapons.

Stoke and Kehos looked at each other, not like treating Garland like a cat and a mouse, or different from treating Opada's arrogance. He looked at Kehuo's gaze with full vigilance, Pay attention to Kehos' every move.

He squeezed the iron gun in his hand, and he could clearly see that the muscles on his upper arm had bulged slightly and tightened to the extreme.

Kehos's momentum has been overwhelmed, and the momentum from his whole body has also greeted him.

The courage of the two is evenly matched, and no one can overwhelm anyone.

The blonde knight moved a big sword in his hand.

The dark-haired Tasdarian had an iron gun in one fell swoop.

Almost at the same moment, the two urged the horse to sprint forward like an arrow from the string.

With a loud bang, the two knights slammed together like two ferocious wild bears roaring and slamming together. The terrible power seemed to shake with the ground.

The big sword and the iron spear were separated, and then hit together again.

Repeatedly.

After a while, the naked eye sparks that exploded when the iron blade struck continuously splashed in the night, showing how intense the two were fighting.

"Opada!"

Hearing someone calling his name, Opada turned his head and saw his companions who were still alive running towards him in a hurry.

A few of the Aaron Landis knights, who were subordinates of Kehos, also came with them while resisting the attack of the horse thief.

"How do you guys..."

"Your Excellency Kehuos brought us to kill."

The slightly older commander-in-chief protected by Tasda soldiers said.

Just as they tried to kill and join Opada, the blonde knight suddenly appeared, took some of his subordinate cavalry to help them resist the horse thief, and then led them to kill a **** road and rushed to this side.

He looked at the Tusdah who was fighting Kehos, revealing a dignified look.

"...Stoke."

He yelled the name in a low voice, watching Stoke's eyes show a complex and sad look.

He was a sideline of the Tasda royal family, and he knew what was going on.

"He finally refused to confess his sins...I don't know what he did wrong."

He said with a low sigh.

The head of the envoy sighed in a complex mood, while the other Tasda warriors were very simple, watching the guy who colluded with outsiders to slaughter his fellows with hostility or hatred.

At that time, Stoke was fanatically admired by countless Tasdas. Even if it disappeared for many years, there are still many admirers. What he has done now smashes the admiration of these people for him.

traitor.

This is their only name for Stoke now.

There was another fierce clash of swords in the air.

The two horses staggered past, and the two tall bodies separated again in the night.

Kehuos turned his horse and turned to rush up.

But his eyes turned and he stopped at the same place.

Because across from him, behind Stoke, dozens of Tasdas stood behind Stoke, with the bow|crossbow in his hand aimed at him, and Garland beside him.

"It ends here."

Stoke said.

"Kejos, I don't have time to continue entangled with you."

At the same time, in addition to his men, the horse thieves also gathered around.

Kehuos clenched the big sword in his hand, muffled, but turned a little behind the horse, blocking Gallan's figure.

At this moment, his subordinates, together with the surviving Tasda people, are no longer than sixty.

But there were nearly a thousand horse thieves surrounding the camp, and the crossbow in the hands of Stoke had aimed at them.

No matter how they look, they have no chance of winning.

But no one surrendered, either Aaron Landis or Tusda.

Even if the war is to the last person, the Tasda will never surrender to the betrayal.

All the Tasdas swear so.

"This is the starting point for Tasda to thrive."

Stoke rode on the ground, and the fire light turned his face, illuminating his gray pupils, making his pupils burn like a bright light.

His eyes were exceptionally firm and determined.

An old voice answered Stoke's words.

"Do not."

The head of the messenger with deep wrinkles on his forehead stared at the ambitious young man, he sighed, and answered with his vicissitudes.

"Stoke, what you bring to Tasda is not glory, but destruction."

"I will not be as weak as you."

Stoke answered.

"Tasda needs strong leaders who can bring leaders who will step on the entire continent."

He looked down proudly at the elderly man.

"You are old, neither King Tasda nor my father. You are both old and have lost your forward strength."

"You are old, you should leave everything to me."

"War, expansion, and power, this is the path that the great Tasda should go. Only I can lead Tasda to a prosperous future--"

"wrong!"

Opada guarding the old man interrupted his brother's words.

He looked at Stoke and shook his head.

"No, it shouldn't be like this. You're doing something wrong."

He said, "Maybe I'm not as clever as your elder brother...but I know that if you do this, you will put Tasda into an endless war."

"War is the glory of Tasda."

"No, the Tasda people are not afraid of war and death, but it does not mean that we do not care about death!"

Opada resolutely retorted.

"Brother, ambition and greed blinded your eyes and mind. Now I finally know why Father Father would say that..."

"He said that you should not be born in Tasda, you have such ambitions, but Tasda does not have that kind of power, and you will force Tasda into **** because of your ambitions -"

"enough!"

Stoke's gray pupil ignited anger.

But soon he calmed down and sighed softly.

"Opada, it seems that you still cannot understand me after all."

Yes, he knows.

Many people will not understand what he has to do.

But he didn't care.

Because after he did it, he would become a great existence remembered and praised by everyone in history.

Disregarding his fellow countrymen, Stoke turned his gaze to the other side.

His gaze glanced over the blonde Prince Aaron Landis, and then fell on Kehos.

"This is the master you chose?"

He said, shaking his head.

"Kejos, your vision is far worse than your strength."

"Although I think that races other than the Tasdas are rubbish, I appreciate you. I asked you to help me, but you refused. Now, you have chosen such a weak and incompetent prince as yourself The devoted monarch, let himself be in this field."

He said, "Kejos, I will give you another chance now. As long as you now swear allegiance to me, I will forgive you and give you the qualification to follow me again."

"You should not continue to waste your talent and life on this weak little prince who will die soon."

Kehos opened his mouth, he hadn't had time to answer, and a voice came from behind him.

"Enough."

That was the voice of the teenager.

"If I don't say anything, you just keep talking, really when I don't exist?"

Garlan said angrily.

"It's your etiquette to say bad things about others in front of others?"

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Stoke looked down at Garland, and did not answer, his eyes showing a slight contempt.

Only the strong man is qualified to talk to him, and this young man, whom he considers to be a rat, can be too weak to be so weak that he does not enter his eyes.

"Take the guardian knight in my face, the Tusda heir who was personally exiled by his father, don't be so sounding."

Garland stepped out from behind Kehos and stood before everyone's eyes.

Opposite him were dozens of bows and crossbows aimed at him, but he didn't seem to see it at all, and there was no fear in his face.

"I’ll summarize to you, what you are doing now is to use your brothers and compatriots’ lives in exchange for your chance to return to Tasda’s decision-making level, and what Tasda’s prosperity... really nothing Relationship is purely your personal gain."

"Simply put, you are climbing on the bone of your brother-"

The young man smiled.

"Look, it's easy to understand, isn't it?"

The young man's words were so sharp that he easily stripped Stoke's gorgeous appearance and exposed the **** reality hidden in it.

The sharp words made Stoke's face instantly change, and he looked at Gallan's eyes worse and worse.

"You have sharp teeth and sharp lips, and you only have such a useless merit."

"Don't look down on your mouth gun... No, I mean, don't look down on the power of language. You know, sometimes, the so-called "language" can reach 10,000 troops."

Stoke sneered.

"I have no time to continue listening to your nonsense."

Then he glanced at Kehuos with a sad look.

"Kejos, my former friend, because of your wrong choice, it seems that you can only stop here."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hands and the horse thieves approached under his direction.

"and many more."

Garran raised his hand and made a wait-and-see gesture.

"Are you Sivali bandits?"

"Ok?"

The head of the horse thief showed a grin, and the horse approached.

"Why? Your lovely prince, do you want to ask me for mercy?"

He glanced at Gallan, and he shook his head as he looked sorry.

"Unfortunately, use people's money to replace | people | disaster, our lord said not to keep alive, otherwise..."

"Yeah, don't keep alive. For your lord, killing brothers is a huge stain. Then, you think that after we have solved us, the rest of the people who know this can continue Live alive?"

"...What do you mean?"

"You know how he killed his compatriots, do you really think he will let you survive afterwards?"

"shut up!"

Stoke suddenly interrupted Gallan's words.

He turned his head and said to the leader of the horse thief: "Don't believe his words, solve them, you will get the property I promised immediately. And we have less than a hundred people on your side, you have thousands of people, what do you think I can do to you ?"

"Oh, by the way, Stoke, do you really think a box of gold and silver treasures is enough to block their mouths?"

Garland turned to Stoke.

"You know, these guys are gangsters, they are greedy guys. If they hold your handle, they will ask you for money every once in a while. Will you give it?"

Stoke's face stiffened for a moment.

He didn't worry about this issue at all.

Because the plan was made from the beginning, he had no intention of allowing the Sivali bandits to help him survive this long.

"Fart, our Sivary bandits are also reputable! Not that kind of person!"

The horse thief leader, who had looked at Stoke skeptically there, immediately shouted and refuted his neck, but the look on his face was a bit guilty.

How did the little prince tell his intentions from the bottom of his heart.

Chief Siwari muttered in his heart.

Garland clapped his hands and turned his gaze back from Stoke, smiling at the leader of Sivali.

"If you grabbed his handle and asked him for property one after another, in exchange for you, would you try to kill the person who blackmailed you?"

"........."

The look of Chief Siwari's face, which had been covered by a beard for most of his face, also changed.

Will.

He thought to himself, but still refuted in disbelief.

"We took the belongings and ran away. This is Aaron Landis. He still dare to bring in the Tasda Army?"

"So have you forgotten? If we die here now, Tasda will surely score Aaron Landis in order to avenge his soldiers, and your victim may be one of the commanders. By then, he will take the army a little bit Go around and kill you gangsters, who can say he is wrong?"

The leader of the horse thief was more and more shocked.

He couldn't help saying: "You--"

"enough!"

Stoke, whose face became more ugly, interrupted Gallan's words again.

"What the **** do you want to do?"

The leader of the horse thief also shouted.

"Yes, boy, what do you mean by saying so much?"

"Can't you see it? I think I did it obviously."

Garland was a little surprised at the simultaneous inquiry of the two.

Then he answered the two very honestly and smilingly.

"I'm making a fuss."

Stoke: "........."

The horse thief: "..............."

puff.

In this tense atmosphere, the blonde knight beside him made an outdated laughter.

Stoke was choked by the teenager's calm and righteous look, but he didn't know what to say.

He began to feel bad, vaguely, the atmosphere here was controlled by the weak man he despised.

He frowned and calmed down quickly.

Can't continue to waste time here.

He glanced at the horse thief leader on his side, who also secretly glanced at him with suspicious eyes.

Although Gallan admitted that he was instigating estrangement, the words said by the teenager were very reasonable and made people unbelievable.

Obviously, the horse thief has begun to doubt him, and I'm afraid he won't be obedient as he started.

Huh, he didn't want to do it by himself, and let his hands be stained with the blood of his compatriots, but now there is no other way.

Stoke raised his hand and made a gesture with his finger.

Do it, kill the enemy.

He gave such an order to the subordinate Tustar who was holding a crossbow with his hand gestures.

His raised hand fell from the air, pointing in the direction of Gallan they were in.

Crossbow|The string of the bow has been tightened, and the arrow is ready to go.

Just as soon as Stoke's fingers fell, all the arrows went through.

Suddenly, a buzz.

It was a buzzing sound from the wind.

The inexplicable and strong atmosphere of danger, like a hurricane, stormed fiercely behind Stoke--

Before the hand pointing forward fell, Stoke turned sharply.

The iron gun in his hand was raised high.

Keng!

The sharp arrow that rushed to Stoke's back vest like a hungry wolf slammed into the black iron's barrel with a sharp impact.

A long eagle chirped in the night sky blazed by the flames.

The pupil of Stoke who blocked the arrow suddenly enlarged at this instant.

In the crimson fire, under the bright moonlight, he saw a young man with a strong bow riding a horse standing on a hill not far away.

Moonlight was jumping in the young man's dark hair, and the night wind was roaring, making the cloak behind his shoulders fly in the dark night.

A flaming flag rose on the hillside.

Just a moment of effort, countless black knights appeared under the Scarlet Lion.

Aaron Landis's most sturdy armored cavalry stood silently on the hills, in the desert.

They rode quietly on the ground without making a noise.

But they just stood there, and the breath of awesomeness had deeply suppressed everyone's breath.

why?

This guard is clearly on the way to the north, why is it appearing here now? !

Looking at the scene in front of him, Stoke couldn't suppress his rapid breath.

He didn't understand why things became like this.

Suddenly, something flashed through my head. He turned his head violently, looking at the soft young man who seemed harmless to humans and animals.

Unlike the Tasda people who were stunned and surprised, the teenager looked calm.

Is it...

Stoke stared at Gallan's pupils contracting sharply.

Is it all that this Prince of Aaron Landis—

An eagle chirped again in the night sky, especially loudly on the quiet ground.

The black eagle hovering in the sky spread its wings and descended from the sky.

Garland held out his hand.

The fire light illuminated the young prince's white cheeks and the bright golden eyes.

The Black Hawk, who was sent by Galland a short time ago to deliver a message to Huimus, landed gently on Gallan's forearm, and gave him a pleasant and short tweet.

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