A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"Hyimos, and, Aaron Landis?"

Opada looked at the countless cavalry who suddenly appeared on the hill in amazement. He was confused.

"Why are they here? Haven't they already gone to the Northfield battlefield?"

His voice was not loud, but at the moment the place where Aaron Landis cavalry appeared and was silent was extremely clear.

Many people heard his words, but no one answered.

There was an unstoppable look of surprise on the Tasda's face. Although they are ready for the last one to die, but the desire to survive is a human instinct. If there is hope, they also want to live.

"Fuck!"

The horse thief cursed a **** as he looked at the mighty Aaron Landis cavalry standing on the hill.

His fierce little eyes stared fiercely at the Tasdae who hired them to kill.

"Fucking things, how dare you dare to yawn!"

Fortunately, there are less than one hundred Tasda infantry, so what is the terrible Aaron Landis cavalry now-

This doll prince must have been right, this sinister Tasdae did not intend to let this group of people live! So he deliberately calculated him!

Stoke completely ignored the thief leader staring at him fiercely.

He looked at the prince of Aaron Landis, straight-eyed, intently, holding the rein fingers tightly.

Garland was looking at the black eagle that fell on his arm, stroking its feathers. He probably noticed Stoke's gaze. He raised his eyes and stared at him stably.

Then he smiled at Stoke.

Without a little shock, there is no momentum, and even a smile that can be described by the soft wind in early spring.

However, the more this is, the more difficult it is for Stoke to accept it.

From the beginning, he had never put this prince in his eyes.

"Smart"?

It was only the aura that the weak had racked his brain to find out and put on himself.

This world is a world of weak meat and strong food. Only strength can make others succumb and admire, and only strength can decide everything!

Stoke has always been so convinced.

But now, he thinks he is the strong man who is superior to everyone, but he is defeated by the weak man in his eyes.

He couldn't accept it-even if he lost to Kehos, it would make him feel better.

No matter how violently Stoke was hit, Gallan turned his gaze to the horse thief after smiling at him.

The strong horse thief stared at Stoke angrily, and sometimes nervously glanced at the mighty Aaron Landis cavalry, sweating from his forehead. And the people under him were even more embarrassed, watching the cavalry's face show a terrible look, the riot spreading among the horse thieves, it could not stop.

It can be seen that the moment the Aaron Landis cavalry appeared from behind, the war intentions of the Sivali band were extinguished in an instant, and the tense atmosphere spread among the people.

In any case, no matter how brutal and fierce they are, they are nothing more than a bandit, even if they dare to give them the courage to dare to fight against the regular army with a small number of differences-especially the famous Aaron Landis cavalry.

That's simply killing yourself.

"Do you still plan to continue?"

Garlan's words made the nervous horse thief leader dumbfounded. He turned his head to look at the blond young boy who had made him feel sorry for killing him for a moment, and the cute girl who showed himself Smiling, the corner of his mouth could not help twitching, as if he felt a toothache.

Immediately after, he glared at Galland.

"I'm not afraid! I can take you as a hostage! The big deal is that we all die together! A prince will die with us, no loss!"

He shouted, his face was horizontal, and he looked like a dead net.

But it can be seen that this person is obviously seductive.

"Well, I know, but I don't want to die with you."

Garland nodded.

He said: "So you go."

"Don't frighten Lao Tzu, the head I cut so much is more than your little baby eats. I'm not afraid of you... what?"

The leader of the horse thief is still making a vicious look to cover up his fear of the army. Halfway through, he was choked off by Garlan.

A spit in the throat almost choked him.

He stared at Gallan in disbelief with wide eyes, suspecting he had auditory hallucinations.

"You... no, you... what did you just say?"

"I said, you can take your people away now."

Garran raised his eyebrows and said, "Or do you not plan to leave, and want to fight against my guards for this Tasda?"

"No no no-how dare we?"

The leader of the horse thief waved his hands busy.

The fact that the group of cavalry who was revealed from Gallan's mouth was the king's guard, even shocked him for a while.

His face, which was brutal and fierce a second ago, instantly switched to a flattering look.

He said flatly to Gallan: "Benevolent prince, thank you for being so generous and forgiving me and other humble villains."

The leader of the horse thief had never been to school before. He was a real blind-eyed man, and he only came up with so few flattering words.

After speaking so dryly, he didn't even wait for Gallan to reply, fearing the other side would regret it, and turned around and waved.

"let's go!"

Before he finished, he rushed out immediately.

The horse thieves who watched the mighty heavy armored cavalry army heard the boss say this, they all agreed, and did not hesitate to keep up with the pace of the boss.

In a blink of an eye, the group of horse thieves disappeared completely, leaving only the dust in the sky raised by the horseshoes running on the desert.

Stoke did not stop.

He knew that he couldn't stop it. He and the horse thief had an interest relationship. It was impossible for the other party to desperately fight for him.

If he wanted to stop the horse thieves from escaping, I am afraid that the horse thieves would immediately turn over and kill him first.

Therefore, he stood there on horseback, quietly watching his associates abandon him, leaving him alone, and his dozens of confidantes gathered around him.

He still looked at the young man who repelled thousands of horse thieves in three words.

"All this..." He paused for a moment before he reluctantly said, "You arranged it?"

He asked, "Do you know that I will attack the mission?"

He repeatedly asked: "Why do you know that I want to attack the mission?"

Stoke didn't understand.

Even his closest friends and relatives were concealed by him.

For this day and this moment, he planned for more than a year, and even Opada followed the mission to Aaron Landis, which was the result of his secret promotion.

Except for his loyal loyalty here, no one knows his purpose.

He really didn't understand why this Prince Aaron Landis, who hadn't even met him before, could see through his conspiracy?

The teenager saw through him, but he knew nothing about it.

Garland looked at Stoke and smiled.

He stood there with a calm smile and a calm look. It seemed that everything was under his control, inexplicably palpitating.

The young boy’s golden eyes reflecting the fire were clear and deep, as if he could see through everything in this world.

…………

In fact, it is because I read the guide beforehand.

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Of course, at this moment, the teenager who smiled and said all the pretending gestures that I expected would never say this sentence.

Garland did not answer Stoke's words. Stoke had already heard that there were countless horseshoes behind him.

Aaron Landis' cavalry was approaching them, spreading out into an arc, encircling them.

Stoke did not try to escape.

He knew that Galland had let the gangsters go temporarily in order to avoid greater casualties, but Aaron Landis would never let go of trying to plant and frame themselves.

The cavalry had surrounded them.

The next second, someone came out.

In the firelight, he saw the man's face clearly.

It was the young man who stood on the hill not long ago and nearly shot through his back with a strong bow.

After he disappeared from the battlefield in the Northland, the sudden rise of fame, which covered his prestige and reputation, was called the "black knight" by everyone.

The two people who met for the first time looked at each other for a second.

Then, almost at the same moment, the two drove their horses to charge.

The black iron gun and the snow-white long sword hit hard together.

Stoke's subordinates naturally rushed up, but was immediately intercepted by a team of guards, and soon died or injured and fell into the hands of the guards.

At this moment, apart from the crackling of the flames that were gradually burning out in the camp, there was only the slamming of the blades during the battle between Stoke and Huimus.

When hit hard, the two are fighting hard together.

Mars splashed everywhere at the blade's impact, extremely intense.

It can be seen that the two of them are fighting each other, and no one can overwhelm anyone in a short time. Among the swords and guns, ordinary people simply cannot get into such a fierce battle.

"Kejos, you help."

Garran's words made Kehos hesitate for a moment.

"Prince, this damages the name of the knight..."

The teenager blinked.

He asked, "Is the name of the knight important, or is my order important?"

"........."

Without saying anything, the one-eyed knight raised his sword and rushed directly into the stalemate.

Afterglow of Heimus's eyes glanced at Gallan, who seemed to be helpless, and with a touch of indulgence, he opened up the space and let Kaihos join the battle.

If it weren't for Galland's opening, he didn't want to wipe Gallan's face in front of the crowd, and with the pride of Heimus, he would never let Kehos help himself.

Whether it is Kehuos or Huimus, Stoke is evenly matched against any one.

Now the two together, immediately crushed Stoke to death.

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When the two powerful knights joined forces, the storm-like attack made him almost breathless. Although he was still stubborn, he was just trying to support it.

Being able to beat and kill this guy easily, why do you have to fight one another?

Garlan thought on the sidelines.

And at the next moment, under the siege of Hyimus and Kehos, Stoke, who was almost exhausted, was able to avoid the big sword that Kehos hacked in front, and the snow-white long sword suddenly pulled the cold son and stabbed from the diagonal. come out.

The sharp blade penetrated the chest of the Tasdar fiercely.

His pupils enlarged for a moment, and the whole person fell off immediately, and the blood spewing from his chest stained the sand below him.

"Brother!"

Opada, who had been clenching her teeth and watching what was happening in front of her, could no longer bear it at this moment and rushed up with a shout.

He plopped on his knees next to Stoke and looked at Stoke with red eyes all over his chest. His lips squirmed several times, and after all he only spit out two words.

"...Brother..."

…………ended.

Stoke lay on his back on the sand, looking up at the endless night sky.

His eyes were empty at this moment, as if nothing.

He could feel the blood spewing from his chest, and he could feel his life passing by quickly.

His ambition, his conviction, he should have a future of infinite glory...

Will end at this moment.

"...Brother..."

The familiar murmur awakened him from his trance, and he saw Opada who was kneeling beside him with red eyes.

"What's crying."

He reprimanded, just like he was very young a long time ago, he reprimanded the little child who taught martial arts by his hand.

"The Tasda people, even if they bleed, they can't shed a tear."

The rebuked Opada tightened his lips and said nothing, and the mist that had oozed out of his eyes was forced back by him.

Stoke looked at his younger brother, the younger brother he was determined to kill, and his eyes were full of complexity at the moment.

He has no regrets.

But it is a king defeated.

Regardless of the result, he will not regret it.

But perhaps it was the death of a man. He looked at the only relative beside him, and he was full of emotions at this moment.

After a while, he whispered suddenly.

"Beware of the North..."

He said in a slightly inaccessible voice, then his eyes moved away from Opada and fell on the blonde prince not far away.

His lips moved, and there was a faint sound.

"Prince Garland... I admit... that I looked down upon you before it ended like this..."

He said the breath gradually weakened and his voice became intermittent.

"...I lost to you."

Suddenly, he turned around.

"I lost... However, you may not necessarily be the final winner..."

He said that the corner of his mouth was constantly bleeding.

His gray pupil stared at Gallan, showing a strange smile.

"You think I did something stupid...how do you know...I will not end like me in the future..."

"Aaron Landis... two princes... there is only one throne..."

Stoke's voice was soft and low, but it was shocking.

"One day...you will either do the same thing as me...or you will be..."

"...I saw...in his eyes, there is something like me..."

He saw it.

In the eyes of the dark-haired prince, the same thing as him.

Ambition, **, desire for power to control everything.

"Someday..."

The arc of sarcasm rose in the corner of his eyes.

His words are like a curse.

"One day...you will be like me..."

Heimos rode on the horse, and the long sword was still bleeding.

His right hand was clenched with a sword hilt, and the back of his hand was full of blue muscles.

He stared at the Tasda who was still talking intermittently, his eyes full of grief.

If he could, he had already cut off the guy's head with a sword.

But he couldn't do it. If he did it, he really caught the guy's plan, and let others, even Gallan, think he was a guilty conscience, and then he killed.

The blonde knight on the other side stared at Stoke indifferently.

At this moment the ground was very quiet, only Stoke's intermittent voice echoed.

Closer, the eyes of those who heard these words subconsciously turned to Gallan.

Garland didn't know when he had come over and crouched beside the dying Stoke.

"...You can learn really fast."

He says,

"So blatantly provoking."

Stoke coughed up blood while smiling at Garland.

"Learned from you... what you said...cough, language...power."

Even if he died, he would sow the seeds of discord between the two princes of Aaron Landis.

For Tasda.

Garland squatted beside him, and his bright golden eyes looked at him.

"There won't be such a day."

Said the boy.

Stoke smiled and said nothing.

He was extremely convinced that there would be such a day.

The two princes will one day face each other.

For the throne.

The determined expression of the dying Tasda, and the expression of "I have seen you through" already made Gallan very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

This guy was going to disgust him when he died.

...

Although this guy actually said...should say...it really happened before.

But Stoke's eyes looked at him with a smile, and Garland's stubborn temper suddenly rose.

If you go on like this, Stoke will die with satisfaction and satisfaction.

In that way, you will suffocate yourself.

No, you must let this guy die stubbornly.

He thought so, and suddenly thought of a good idea, his eyes blinked.

"There will never be such a day."

The boy repeated again.

Stoke looked at him sarcastically, his eyes full of unbelief.

It's just that the gray pupils start to dilate, which is a sign of dying.

Garland bowed his head, leaned over to his ear, and spoke in an inaudible voice that only Stoke could hear.

"No matter what happens, I will not hurt Huimus."

He said softly,

"He is my favorite person."

Stoke's eyes widened violently, revealing a stunned look.

He seemed to want to say something, but the next second, his pupils spread apart.

He opened his lips like this, staring straight at Gallan, and swallowed his last breath unwillingly.

He opened his eyes and died with regret that he had failed.

…………

Garland leaned into Stoke's ear to speak so low and soft that even Opada, who was kneeling beside him, could not hear it.

No one knows what he said.

But no one noticed that while Garland was speaking, the hand holding the reins of Heimus, who stood on one side of the horse, shook abruptly.

Many people know that Huimus is a talented man, so he can become one of the strongest on this continent.

He is very talented.

But few people know that when his attention is fully focused... he can clearly hear the slightest sound within tens of meters around him.

[He is my favorite person. 】

The author has something to say: 　　ga (daily death) er (ten thousand years since black) orchid.

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The Tasda who assisted with life ended.