A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Deep in the silent valley, the land above the altar was already a mess. There were mutilated corpses everywhere, lying on the ground in a mess. The black and blue stone slabs originally erected around the altar were also smashed, and the rubble spread all over the ground, mixed with countless corpses.

The dried blood stains had turned into an ugly black-red color and stuck to the bluestone.

It looked as if the altar had been completely destroyed and was of no use. However, no one could see that the faint but lingering dark atmosphere on the altar was seeping into the earth little by little.

This altar, which is used to sacrifice the flesh and blood of young children to the gods all year round, embodies the grievances of those children before they die, and this time, the flesh and blood of countless followers of the Cult of Everything, as well as the unwillingness and resentment before their death. Without anyone noticing, the resentful atmosphere seeped into the land.

Of course, after ten days of sunshine, the earth that has been penetrated by Yin Qi can purify itself, allowing these dark atmospheres to completely dissipate.

However, although this yin energy will eventually dissipate, it will still have some impact during these ten days, especially on living creatures - the animals in this forest have been very bad-tempered recently, and the carnivorous animals Will be more bloodthirsty. Moreover, not only animals, but humans living in towns close to this valley will also be affected. Many of the negative emotions they usually hide deep in their hearts will be much higher than usual. If there is an inducement, it can easily be completely eliminated. burst out.

………………

When he hurriedly walked outside the house with a few knights, Shermer saw another knight squatting in front of a dense bush in the courtyard.

The knight lowered his head and was tying a small copper pipe to a small black mouse, and then made a gesture to it.

The little black mouse stood upright, raised its two little paws, squeaked twice at its owner, and then slipped into the bushes. The dark night was its best cover, and its pitch-black fur quickly disappeared among the vegetation.

The knight stood up and reported to Shermer who was standing in front of him.

"Lord Shermer, I have sent a message to King Camos."

Shermur nodded, then raised his eyes to look at the sky.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and it is already late at night. Even if King Camos has taken care of the affairs in Vinal City at this moment, and rushes over after receiving the summons, he may not be able to arrive until sunrise.

Well, until then...

The sound of horse hooves sounded outside, from far to near, and then the neighing of a horse sounded outside the courtyard gate.

The young knight dismounted and ran in quickly.

"Lord Shermer!"

He is the last knight left here. There are only five knights left by King Camos in Ayr Town to protect Garlan.

"Do you understand clearly? Why did the riot happen at this time?"

Xie Mu'er didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.

"Yes." The knight said, "The mood of those refugees has been very unstable since the past few days, because the food and grass for the refugees here were transported from Vinar City, but in more than a week, , the amount of food and grass donated every day was getting smaller, and the refugees had long been dissatisfied. It was the governor of Ayre Town who tried his best to appease them, and even mobilized the town's food reserves because of this. However, the food and grass reserves in Ayre Town It’s almost running out, so the refugees’ mood has become even more agitated in the past few days.”

"And..." Under the gaze of Shermer, the knight paused for a moment before continuing, "And those refugees accidentally caught a believer in the Goddess of All Things who wanted to abduct a child in the evening. Among those who lost their Under the torture of the children's people, the female believer couldn't stand it and told most of the truth, including the fact that the dignitaries of Vinar City and the All Things Cult colluded to arrest the children, so..."

The knight did not continue, but there was no need for him to continue, Shermer also understood.

Those refugees were all refugees from Vinal City. Many of them lost their children in this disaster. Originally, they could only blame themselves for their bad luck, first the floods and then the thieves, but now Upon hearing this, it turned out that it was not his fate that was unlucky, but that he was forced to this point by those damn dignitaries of Vinal City... Coupled with the fear of running out of food that had been brewing in the past few days.

At this time, as long as a courageous person stands up and shouts, those refugees may do anything to survive, get food, and take back their children.

So, naturally, the riots happened.

This is not an accident, this is something that will happen sooner or later under the pressure of those powerful people who are selfish and have no regard for human life.

Shermer gritted his teeth and thought.

Those damn greedy silverfish—

"Can you find a way out of town?"

Shermur asked calmly.

His current duty is to protect the prince, not to suppress the mob, so his top priority now is how to lead the prince to break out of the encirclement.

"I'm afraid not, Lord Shermuel. I've just gone around in a circle. Some of the roads out of the town were blocked by mobs with millstones and wood, and some were simply set on fire."

"…………"

Xie Muer looked up at the night sky. In his sight, the firelight in the distance of the town was flashing. There was a restless breath in the wind. He vaguely seemed to see a few wisps of dark breath blocking the bright moon in the sky, making the entire night change. Got gloomy.

"...Ominous breath..."

The priest of Shamash, who felt something, murmured in a low voice and looked at the countless firelights moving towards here in the night, which were the mobs coming with torches.

Then, he turned his head, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he glanced at the five knights in front of him.

"Protect the prince, this is the only thing we should do."

He said, "Stay here and don't let anyone step in here."

The knights leaned over and knelt on one knee, pressing their clenched fists to their hearts.

"yes!"

It was an act of swearing an oath to Shamash, the sun god they believed in.

They are the knights of King Camos, and they must guard the prince Aaron Landis.

As long as their hearts are beating, no one will be allowed to step into this house!

In the dark night, Shermer nodded expressionlessly.

He raised his hand and stretched the scepter in his hand towards the five knights in front of him. In the dark night, the gem carved into green leaves on the scepter became more and more green.

The priest of Shamash spoke, and his voice was as deep and distant as a chant at this moment.

He said: "The light of Shamash will always shine on your souls."

After saying that, Shermer glanced outside again, then turned around and walked quickly into the house.

When he walked into the door, the door panel slowly closed behind him, shutting out the countless messy footsteps coming towards the house.

Torches were swaying in the dark night, and the mob holding torches had already rushed to the street and surrounded all the mansions here.

There were huge fires in other mansions, and the owners of the mansions had all their guards and able-bodied slaves standing outside, ready to go. Only this place was quiet and dark, with only a little light coming from the closed room.

When Shermer entered the room, he saw the little prince sitting on the bed looking at him.

"Is it dangerous?"

The little prince asked him this. The white bandage around his neck was a little scorching under the firelight.

He was silent for a moment and then said, "Don't worry."

He said: "The knights under King Camos are the most elite and powerful knights."

Soon, the sound of weapons clashing was heard outside, followed closely by the screams of people.

But fortunately, those voices were always outside and could not break through.

The powerful knights loyally guarded the outside, using their bodies as a wall of flesh and blood to annihilate all the thugs who tried to rush in under their swords.

Listening to the sound of fighting outside, Garlan couldn't help but nervously grasp the sheets.

He cast his gaze to the side, where the priest of Shamash stood firmly beside the bed, his back to him, holding his staff like a stone statue of a patron saint.

That tall and steady figure gave him an inexplicable sense of security...

No.

Gallan reacted and shook his head vigorously.

Can't forget.

This man had betrayed him.

Can't forget this -

"Your Highness! Lord Shermuel! Be careful——"

Suddenly, a heart-rending roar from a knight came from outside the house.

Suddenly, there was a series of banging sounds, as if something sharp was nailed heavily outside the house.

Xie Muer immediately realized that it was an arrow!

Those mobsters actually had bows and arrows? !

It seems that they have captured the ruling house in Ayr Town and opened the weapons arsenal.

He gritted his teeth.

If it were just an ordinary mob, relying on the five elite knights and the narrow terrain, as long as those few knights blocked the key points, they might not be able to hold on until King Camos came back.

However, the mob now had bows and arrows in their hands... dozens of bows fired several volleys, and even the knights of the guard as powerful as King Camos could not withstand it.

Just as Shermer's mind was spinning rapidly, there was a sudden whoosh, and another round of arrows came, some of which actually penetrated the most vulnerable part of the house and shot into the room.

Shermer waved his hand suddenly, and the hard scepter deflected the arrows.

However, at the moment when he was blocking those arrows, there were two more whooshes.

Sitting on the bed, Garlan suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

He raised his head suddenly and his breath suddenly hitched.

He saw a sharp arrow break through the thin wooden window and hit him like a bolt of lightning.

The sharp arrow flashed with a cold metal luster in the flame of the oil lamp, reflected in the child's dilated pupils, from far to near——

The next second, the cold arrow will be nailed into the child's soft forehead——

A tall figure suddenly appeared in Garlan's sight, blocking the terrifying sharp arrow in his eyes.

He was hugged by a pair of strong arms and fell into a chest that seemed strange, yet vaguely familiar.

There was a very slight pop sound as the arrow sank into the flesh. Garlan felt the body holding him tremble, and a painful groan sounded in his ears.

...Chemuler?

He opened his eyes wide, and the tip of the arrow that pierced the ribs of the priest holding him was right in front of him.

The sharp tip was only a few centimeters away from his pupils.

Garlan opened his mouth and wanted to call Shermuer's name, but before he could make a sound, Shermuer pulled him off the bed.

Shermer gasped, pulled away the carpet under the bed, and pulled up a small wooden door from the floor.

Then, he reached out and pushed Garlan into the dark hole under the floor.

"Hide well."

Shermuel knelt on one knee, holding the scepter in one hand and holding the open secret door with the other, and said to Garlan in a deep voice.

Garlan, who was stuffed into the dark hole by him, raised his head and looked at him with his big golden eyes on his pale face.

Xie Muer looked at those bright golden eyes, which really looked like the rays of the sun.

...That may be the last sun he can see.

The priest of Shamash looked at the little prince who always made him so angry. The sharp arrow penetrated his shoulder, and the blood seeping out flowed down his arm and dyed the scepter in his hand red.

He said: "Wait here, King Camos will come to you."

At this moment, the man's deep voice was softer than ever before. He seemed to be trying his best to coax the child who was about to be locked in the dark underground in his own way.

He said: "Your Highness Gallan, you will be safe."

boom! The secret door was pressed down hard by Shermer and closed.

Then the tiny gap was covered up by the blanket.

Garlan's vision went dark, and his whole person fell into darkness.

In the darkness, he heard the heavy thump of the man's footsteps on the floor above him.

Then, gradually moved away from him.

The author has something to say: I feel like I can no longer feel your love these past two days...

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