A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Aaron Landis, Morning Star of the Gods.

You are the top of the clouds.

You are the sun, moon and morning star.

Camos, the king of heroes, was born on your land.

The sun bestowed upon him all the glory.

Thousands of stars crown him.

All the people cheered for him.

He is the King of Lions.

He is the undefeated king.

He is the towering mountain that guards Aaron Landis.

The flaming banner is the flame he wears.

He is an unconquerable lion on the battlefield.

No one can bring him down.

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No one can predict it.

The dark arrow came from behind him.

The evil hand came from his trusted comrade.

The invincible hero of the battlefield fell upon the ground of Aaron Landis.

The blood flowing from his body dyed the soil under his feet red.

The sighs of the gods came from the clouds.

For the fall of the Hero King.

The river Enki is rushing.

The awe-inspiring wind from the far north is howling.

The towering mountains guarding the land of Aaron Landis suddenly collapsed.

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.

The helpless cries of the people of Aaron Landis echoed throughout the land of Aaron Landis.

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Rudas City has long lost its former prosperity and has become deserted.

After the battle more than half a month ago, this city has been ruled by the Gastad people, and the commander of the Gasdad army, Prince Tire, is sitting in the city.

Even if the city falls, even if the beloved king dies, the sun will still rise and set, and ordinary people will continue to live.

Although the citizens of Rudas City were filled with resentment and hatred, they had no power to resist and could only continue to live fearfully under the rule of the Gastards.

The streets of the city are much deserted than usual. Even those walking on the road are walking quickly with their hands down and their heads down.

Groups of tall and burly Gastard soldiers patrolled back and forth on the streets, scanning all the Aaron Landis with contemptuous eyes.

Aaron Landis was a nation conquered by them.

Of course, these Aaron Landis were also the race of people they conquered, and they have been inferior to others ever since.

In the center of the city, the huge and gorgeous castle still stood on the earth as usual, but the people guarding the outside of the castle had been replaced by Gastards wearing white armor.

At this moment, deep in the castle, in a tightly guarded dungeon, a special prisoner was being held.

Yonas.

He was once the master of this city, but now he has become a prisoner, locked in an iron prison that never sees the light of day.

The cold black iron fence separated him from the man outside. Yunus raised his head. His originally strong face was now full of haggard color. Not long ago, his brown hair, which was only gray on his temples, had turned a large amount of white. .

Those brown eyes that were always bright and full of pride were now red.

Although he was a prisoner, his status meant that he was not mistreated.

It's just that during this time, he couldn't sleep all night long. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the fire all over the city, and the corpses of Aaron Landis piled up on the ground.

That tortured him.

In just half a month, his whole body had aged rapidly, and wrinkles quickly covered his face.

At this moment, he no longer looked as high-spirited as he had when he fought on the battlefield with King Camos more than half a month ago, but had completely aged into a dying old man.

"Juta..."

He called out the name of the general standing outside the prison in a hoarse voice that was beyond words.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to report the current situation to Lord Yunus."

Juta said with a smile.

"During this period, His Highness Tire sent our army to conquer the Aaron Landis army on the western border. Together with His Highness's army, we attacked from both sides and destroyed the Third Army and the Sixth Army."

Juta put it simply.

But the real situation is that the Garstad army stationed in Karnar has already received Tire's order to attack the western border again, and before the news spread, Tire sent Aaron Lan, who was a surrendering army. The Dis army, while the 3rd and 6th legions were fighting the Garstard army, approached as 'friendly forces' and then attacked suddenly.

Betrayed by 'friendly forces', Aaron Landis's army was defeated by both sides and was eventually destroyed.

Gastad's army marched straight in, passed through the Camea Valley, and then captured several large cities on the Camea Plain, opening up the road between the border city of Kanal and the city of Rudas.

The Sixth Army was destroyed, and the cavalry of the Third Army was destroyed.

The Fall of the Western Frontier by Aaron Landis.

Yuta's words made Yunus' face become even more gloomy. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, he coughed violently, making him almost breathless.

After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Why, Juta, I trust you so much and regard you as my confidant... No, betraying me is fine, but you are from Aaron Landis, why would you betray Aaron Landis."

"Alan Landis? Master Yunus, but you have never regarded me as an Aaron Landis like you?"

Juta smiled.

"No matter how much I try my best to assist you, no matter how much better I am than others, no matter how much you seem to favor me on the surface, you never intend to give me a noble title, while those who are not as good as me get your titles one after another. Granting a title...I understand, because in your eyes, I will always be qualified to be a servant, a servant driven by a brown-skinned person like you."

A fierce look flashed across his eyes.

"Just because I'm white!"

"Your so-called trust is just like charity, cheap and condescending, or do you think that just because of your trust, I should be grateful to you?"

The man raised his lips and smiled at Yunus, his smile full of coldness.

"Why is this country controlled by you brown people? If you don't give me what I deserve, I will get it myself!"

He burst out laughing, his laughter full of joy.

"Lord Yunus, things are going to change from now on. All the Gastards are white people that you despise, but you have become their prisoner. From now on, Aaron Landis is Gastard." The country ruled by the Dade is a country ruled by the white race.”

"Just watch with your own eyes how those white people you look down on will knock noble people like you into the dust! From now on, you will be the one who is inferior to others!"

Yonus, who was sitting in prison, looked dejectedly at Juta leaving amid hearty laughter.

[Just see with your own eyes how the white people you people look down on trample you under their feet——]

He closed his eyes in pain.

Could it be...he was really wrong.

Was he wrong all along?

A ray of light slanted in from the small skylight and fell on the dark ground.

Yunus, who had been stunned for a long time, slowly turned his head and looked at the only ray of sunlight in the dark dungeon.

He stood up and walked to the window, where the sunlight shone.

He knelt down, and the sun shone on the kneeling old man. His clasped hands were placed between his eyebrows, and his gray hair was messy in front of his eyes.

O Gods by Aaron Landis.

All sins are on me.

I am willing to endure torture for eternity.

Please save Aaron Landis...

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The main hall of the castle was as gorgeous as ever. No one could have imagined that this main hall had been stained red with blood and countless corpses.

On the throne in the middle, a handsome young man with silver hair sat there.

The route from Karnal to Judas City has been opened.

The Garstard army, as well as a mixed army composed of Kanal and other soldiers who surrendered to the country, have all come to Rudas City.

The lineup is huge, with hundreds of thousands of troops currently stationed near Rudas City.

The rich supplies of food and grass hoarded by the Kanal Kingdom have been continuously transported to this city by road, plus the food and grass plundered from the cities conquered by Aaron Landis on the Camea Plain. , the army's supplies are more than enough.

Everything is ready.

"Everyone, be prepared, we are about to march towards the royal city of Aaron Landis."

Sitting on the throne, Tyr said coldly,

"Take the head of King Camos with you and hang it in front of the royal city."

Such is the custom in Gastad.

When the Gastad Plateau had not yet been unified by Tyr's father, the various tribes were constantly fighting with each other. The heads of the defeated tribal leaders would be chopped off to intimidate his people and make his people Because fear surrenders to the victor.

The Gastad people often did this when they invaded.

When the head of King Karnar was hung outside the city of Karnar, it immediately greatly reduced the morale of the soldiers of Karnar, thus speeding up the destruction of the city.

Therefore, Tire naturally planned to repeat the same trick when he attacked the royal city of Aaron Landis this time, hanging the head of King Camos outside the royal city to weaken the morale of the defenders of the royal city so that the city could be captured as soon as possible.

When Tyr said this, the people standing quietly below him started to stir slightly.

Not only the face of General Aaron Landis suddenly became ugly, but also the generals of Gastad looked at each other with obvious disapproval on their faces.

"how?"

Noticing the commotion among his subordinates, Tire asked in a cold tone.

"Your Highness, although King Camos is our enemy, but..."

An older Gastad general hesitated for a moment, but finally stood up and bowed to answer.

"However, he is a brave warrior, and we feel that as a hero, his body should not suffer such indignity."

He lowered his head and begged.

"Please think again carefully."

Although they were enemies of life and death, the scene of King Camos' death shocked them as enemies, and they couldn't help but feel admiration.

The Garstards are ferocious, but they also admire the brave.

In the past, when tribes were at war, warriors who were recognized as brave would be buried well by the enemy.

"..."

Tyr frowned.

Because the Gastard people encountered little resistance and almost no opponents along the way, they all held a contemptuous attitude towards people from other countries.

People who regard them as weak and useless cut off their heads to demonstrate. They don't care, and they think it is right.

But the first time the Gastards, who had been invincible since their expedition, suffered a defeat, was at the hands of King Camos at Aaron Landis.

Therefore, they naturally regarded King Camos as a respectable enemy.

Especially the scene of the bloody battle between King Kamos more than half a month ago was still deeply reflected in their memories.

Even though the Lion King has died, they still retain their admiration for him.

The Gastad people, who had always behaved barbarically, managed to collect the body of King Camos and stored it in an icehouse in Rudas City.

Just when Tier was thinking, someone else came out.

The appearance of this person made the eyes of the Gastad generals look less good. Most of them looked at this person with disdain and contempt.

If the Lion King is a hero that they all admire, then this Aaron Landis is a complete despicable villain.

If it weren't for respecting the Prince of Tyr and obeying his orders, they would be ashamed to associate with him.

Juta turned a blind eye to those contemptuous looks, with an indifferent expression on his face. He just looked eagerly at the Prince of Tyr above.

"Your Highness, please allow me to be arrogant for a moment."

He knelt down on one knee and said.

"I also think that taking the head of King Camos and hanging it under the royal city is not a good idea."

Tier looked at him calmly and said nothing.

"Your Highness, I know that you did the same thing in Kanal King City, but King Camos and the king of Kanal are completely different."

Juta looked at Tyr with a loyal look on his face.

"King Camos has a very high status in the hearts of the people of Aaronlandis, especially in the royal city. He is almost equal to a god."

"Your Highness, think about it, if someone insults the gods of the Gastad people in front of our army, how do you think everyone will react?"

He unceremoniously called Gastad's army our army in the disdainful eyes of General Gastad.

Tyr pondered.

"If you do that, you will poke the backbone of the Aaron Landis people. The defenders of the Aaron Landis Royal City will go crazy, and all the people in the royal city will go crazy. They will disregard life and death and fight our army to the end at all costs. , fighting to the last man.”

"In that case, our army will definitely suffer heavy losses."

Juta looked at Tyr sincerely and said,

"Your Highness, I think that is not the result you want to see."

Tyr closed his eyes, and the almost transparent white eyelashes cast a light shadow on his face.

His extremely thin lips are a symbol of ruthlessness.

After a while, he nodded slightly.

"Very well, I will reward you."

He praised Juta in a cold tone, which made Juta's eyes light up for a moment.

"Juta, you know Aaron Landis better. Next time something similar happens, you must make it clear as you did today."

"Yes, Your Highness Tyr, I admire your broad mind."

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A few days later, everything was ready, and Gastad's army set off from Rudas City.

Wearing spotless snow-white armor, Tyr led the army on horseback through the city's highways.

The sun fell on him, and his white cloak fluttered behind him.

Tyr raised his eyes and looked forward.

The silver-white forehead cast a deep shadow in front of his eyes, and the blazing flames of ambition and desire burned deep in the lavender pupils.

As long as the royal city of Aaron Landis is captured in one fell swoop, this huge country with a long history will become his territory after Kanal.

This fertile land will henceforth be ruled by Gasdad and become part of Gasdad Germany.

And this is just the beginning.

He won't stop here.

This continent is so vast that no one can stop the Gastad people from conquering it.

Wherever the Gastadians go, they will become their land——

The wind picked up.

Inexplicably, his heart beat suddenly, as if there was something invisible that made him palpitate for a moment.

A dead leaf torn by the wind gently drifted past his cheek.

With his heart moving, Tier turned his head slightly and glanced at the direction where the pale yellow dead leaves were blown away from the corner of his slender eyes.

There seems to be something there...

The wind suddenly stirred, picking up the dead leaves that were about to fall to the ground again and blowing them into the distance.

The city gate was right in front of him, and the army was waiting for his arrival outside the city.

Tyr looked away, pulled the reins, and the horse under him started to trot.

The citizens of Rudas City hid on both sides of the street and in their houses, watching the Gastad soldiers leaving the city with fearful eyes.

Their eyes were almost expressionless, and their faces were full of confusion.

The Passing of the Lion King.

The collapse of faith.

The fall of the country.

Aaron Landis's people fell into the abyss.

This terrible situation is just like it was more than ten years ago.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine, nothing will happen."

Among the houses on the roadside, a man was quietly comforting his uneasy mother.

"More than ten years ago, Aaron Landis was also in danger...but he was still safe in the end, wasn't he?"

The old woman shivered and looked out of the window at the Gastad soldiers passing by her house.

"But...at that time...there was King Camos..."

she said brokenly.

After saying that name, she finally couldn't help it, lowered her head, covered her face with her dry hands, and let out a low whimper.

The man comforting his mother was speechless for a moment.

yes.

At that dangerous time more than ten years ago, King Camos was there.

Their great king.

The unconquerable king.

As long as the King is around, their hearts are as stable as a mountain.

The man stood slumped, his eyes a little red.

But now that the king is gone, who else can protect Aaron Landis.

Who else... can protect the people of Aaron Landis.

Aaron Landis’s Gods…

Your people beg for your mercy...

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The yellow dead leaves were swept away by the wind, flew high into the sky, and then fell again.

There was someone standing on the platform of the roof of an inconspicuous house.

He stood, looking down from a distance at the army of Gastard who were walking on the road and passing through the city gate.

Suddenly a gust of wind passed by, carrying the dead leaves and blowing off the cloak and hood that covered his face.

Under the flying black forehead, a pair of pure gold eyes appeared in the sun.

Those eyes were so bright that even the scorching sun in the sky couldn't cover up its light.

Those golden pupils were like traces of melted light.

Garlan stood on the platform with his eyes open, quietly watching the Gastard army slowly pass through the city gate and disappear into Rudas City.

When the last Gastad soldier left, he turned around and gently pulled up the hood that had been drooped by the wind, covering his head.

At this time, a tall figure quickly climbed onto the roof platform and walked quickly to his side.

"prince……"

The visitor wanted to speak but stopped.

"The Gastadians have left the city."

Garlan looked up at Caihos. His face was calm and did not have the unstable mood that Caihos was worried about.

"Notify everyone and you can start taking action."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked again at the direction where Gastard's army was leaving.

He seemed to be looking at the silver-haired figure that had disappeared from his sight.

At this moment, the boy's eyes were terrifyingly calm.

Prince of Gastad, Tyr.

If you want Aaron Landis, you have to see if I agree first.

Aaron Landis, and me.