A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

It was pitch black all around, I couldn't see my fingers, I couldn't see anything. The little child sat in the narrow dark cave with his knees crossed and his chin resting on his knees.

He opened his eyes in the darkness, as if looking through the darkness in front of him.

The past that he no longer wanted to recall after this rebirth.

He could vaguely see him as a teenager lying on the cold stone ground, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, eyes and even nostrils due to the poison.

Everyone stood around him, looking down at him lying on the ground in a mess, waiting for him to die.

Among all of them, he included the teacher he once trusted so much, the priest Shemuel of Shamash.

At the last second when he lost consciousness, he saw Shermer walking towards him in a trance, standing in front of him, looking down at him before his death with emotionless eyes.

He would never forget that scene.

He would never forget the heartbreaking pain he felt at that moment when his limbs should have been numb and unconscious.

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The noisy sounds outside continued, including the sound of sharp arrows being nailed to the house, the sound of weapons clashing, and the sounds of countless people shouting.

Bits and pieces were mixed together, penetrating the floor and pouring into his eardrums.

Garlan sat with his knees crossed, his eyes kept open in the darkness, looking into the void and thinking deeply.

After a while, he closed his eyes, nodded slightly, and hummed, as if he had made up his mind.

Um.

Regardless, he is still the prince of Aaron Landis.

With this thought, Garlan raised his hand and pushed the baffle above his head open a crack.

The firelight shone from the gap into the dark hole without light, and the raised gap was completely dark. The only thing that could be seen was a pair of bright golden eyes that seemed to be glowing.

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As soon as Shermer walked out of the door, he looked up and saw another wave of arrows coming towards him.

He reflexively raised the scepter in his hand and blocked all the sharp arrows fired at him.

"Lord Shermuel?"

"Master Priest!"

"grown ups--"

Seeing Xie Muer going out, the five knights guarding outside all showed astonishment.

"I can't always stay in there and let you protect me."

Shermur said in a deep voice, making a pun.

"I'm alone, there's no need to huddle in the house!"

He emphasized the part of the sentence 'I am the only one'. The knights looked at each other and immediately understood what Shermer meant.

They said no more, silently raised their swords and stood firmly on the ground.

At their feet, dozens of corpses were already lying. The place where they are is like an invisible barrier. No one can break through them and enter their defense line.

However, the price paid is also huge.

All of the knights were injured, including scratches from sharp blades and bruises caused by heavy objects - they were caused by the countless women, children and old people around throwing stones at them, but the most serious ones were caused by sharp arrows. The injuries they caused.

At this moment, each of them has a few arrows stuck in their bodies. The knight who tamed the little black mouse has an empty eye frame, because he who was hit by an arrow in his eye not long ago has already pulled out the arrow and his eyeball | He came out and threw it on the ground. The blood flowing from his empty eyes had stained half of his cheeks red.

Obviously, after leaving dozens of corpses behind, the leaders of these rioting refugees realized that these knights were not ordinary people, so they asked everyone to retreat and use bows and arrows directly.

The town is close to the mountains, so there are not only a few local hunters, but also many people who are skilled in using bows and arrows. What's more, they have also obtained a war bow that is only available in the army, which is even more powerful.

Although the five knights under King Camos were all powerful knights who fought with Camos from the battlefield one by one, their strongest strength as knights was to charge into battle on horseback. Now, in order to protect the prince, they could only stay here in the house without being able to mount their horses. Their combat effectiveness was almost half wasted.

Originally, they could easily defeat the oncoming mob, but now, faced with long-range attacks such as sharp arrows from all directions, they were completely helpless. In order to protect the people behind them, they could not hide, so they could only be passively beaten here.

All the other mansions in this area had already been captured, and the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries who were usually so arrogant were all captured, squatting on the ground fearfully, and being guarded.

At this moment, this lonely house was surrounded by hundreds or even thousands of rioting refugees. It was like a lone boat sailing on a stormy sea, teetering on the edge and about to overturn at any time. He kept holding on and refused to fall.

"shoot!"

An order came.

Another wave of arrows came like a hurricane.

Shermer was focusing on the sharp arrows being shot when he suddenly heard a mournful cry beside him.

"El!"

The knight who was missing an eye hugged Tongze who fell on top of him and shouted his name sadly.

He was blind in one eye and had limited vision, unable to see the sharp arrow shot at him from the side. It was Tongze beside him who used his body to help him block the fatal arrow.

At this moment, the knight, whose throat and head were penetrated, fell on him, no longer breathing, and the blood flowing out dyed the leather armor on his body red.

...This can't go on like this!

If this continues, no matter how powerful they are, they will not be able to use it and will only be treated as targets and shot to death!

Shermuel took a step forward and pointed the scepter in his hand forward.

"Rebels, let your leaders come out and talk!"

he snapped.

His sharp shouts made the people on the opposite side startled. They temporarily stopped attacking and subconsciously turned their attention to their leader. He was a middle-aged man, tall, with a square face and a strong profile. He seemed to be a taciturn man. At this moment, the leader of the refugees was squatting on the wall of the house, pointing his bow at Shermer. He was obviously one of the archers.

After Shermu'er spoke, he was silent for a few seconds, put down the bow in his hand, jumped down from the wall, landed on the ground, and faced Shermu'er face to face.

"What do you want to say, Lord Priest?"

The middle-aged man asked, his expression was very calm and there was no emotion at all.

"Look, I know your reasons for doing this."

Shermur said quickly, trying to convince the other party.

He knew that they all had a herd mentality towards this kind of refugee riot that gathered like a blazing fire. As long as they could convince the leader who led them, they would have a great chance of dismantling this riot.

"We are not from Vinar City, but from the Royal City. King Camos already knows what is going on here and sent us here to help the refugees here. The food, grass and medicine you need will be sent soon. Those powerful and corrupt officials who swallow relief items without authorization will be punished by the king - so stop your behavior immediately!"

"..."

The man was silent again for a few seconds, and then he said.

"I know you are from the royal city. The officials you captured have already told me."

He raised his head and looked at Shermer with burning eyes.

"But, I don't believe you!"

There was deep anger, even hatred, in his eyes.

"You nobles and officials are all the same! No matter if you are from the Royal City or from Vinal City, they are all the same!"

"You teamed up to swallow up the relief supplies that were supposed to be distributed to us, captured our wives and children, and drove us commoners out of Vinar City! You even captured us and sold us as slaves - you nobles don't care about us at all. Life or death!"

"it's not true……"

Shermer's attempt to explain was once again interrupted by the man.

"You say not? Then, Lord Priest, as long as you return the children you took away this morning, I will believe you, how about it?"

"!!!"

Xie Mu'er was startled, and then reacted immediately.

This civilian man refers to the group of children that King Camos brought to Vinal City in the morning. I am afraid that someone saw them accidentally, so these refugees mistakenly thought that they were also noble officials who colluded with the Cult of All Things. , those children were sent to teach all things.

But this is really a misunderstanding!

He explained eagerly: "Wait a minute, those children were just escorted back to Vinal City!"

The middle-aged man smiled, with an indescribable sense of ridicule.

"Master Priest, do you think I will believe you?"

"…………"

Shermer could not refute.

He looked at the hostile eyes of the group of refugees staring at him. Each of them had strong anger and hatred in their eyes, as if they were burning him to ashes.

He pursed his lips, and then said: "Do you know what will happen to the rebellion? When the army comes, all of you will be killed."

The man looked at Shermer, and the depths of his pupils seemed to be shrouded in a very light black mist.

His eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred.

He said: "Having lost everything, what can I have to fear?"

die?

How could that compare to the pain of losing his beloved wife and child?

"Listen, if you stop now, you can still-"

"That's enough, Lord Priest, that's enough. I don't want to hear it anymore. We won't believe a word of what you noble officials who drink human blood and eat human flesh say."

The man said this, word by word, with stern eyes and cold tone.

Then he waved his hand.

Another wave of arrows hit them hard, and among them, countless large rocks were thrown at them from all directions by the angry refugees who gathered around.

Caught off guard, a stone hit the corner of his eye, and Shermuer's perspective went dark for a second. However, this pause meant that he had no time to block the incoming sharp arrow.

Sharp arrows penetrated his body, one arrow pierced his chest, one arrow pierced the root of his thigh, one arrow pierced his ankle, and even his neck narrowly missed another sharp arrow. .

But he didn't fall down.

In the dark night, Shermuer knelt on the ground. The scepter in his right hand was deeply pierced into the ground. The veins on the back of the hand that gripped the scepter were bulging as he tried his best to support his body.

The priest of Shamash gritted his teeth and held himself up, refusing to fall in front of his enemy.

He raised his head, and the blood flowing from the large hole cut by the sharp arrow on the side of his neck dyed most of his neck red. The blood flowing from the wound on his forehead that was smashed by the gravel dyed his temples red.

Beside him, the remaining four knights did not fall. Even if they were hit by several arrows, they struggled to support their bodies. They panted violently, and the blood stained their leather armor. Every time they moved slightly, thin drops of blood would spurt out from their bodies. The blood-red face of the knight who had lost one eye looked especially terrible. terror.

But they were still standing, standing on the ground, clenching the swords in their hands towards their enemies.

Opposite, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the refugees looked at these noble knights whom he should have hated in silence, but he felt an inexplicable feeling of emotion and respect in his heart.

Then, he opened the war bow in his hand, and aimed the sharp arrow tip at the forehead of the priest opposite.

Behind the man, nearly a hundred war bows were drawn together with him, and the gleaming arrows were aimed at the knights who were already covered in wounds, or at critical points such as the throat or forehead. As soon as their leader gave the order, they fired thousands of arrows to kill these damn nobles completely.

Shermer let out a breath.

This time, he may be doomed.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would die not on the battlefield against foreign enemies, but in the hands of these mobs, which made him somewhat unwilling.

but……

He thought of the little figure staying in the dark cave at this moment, and his eyes softened a little at this moment.

At least Prince Garlan is safe, that's enough.

In the night, the two sides faced each other, and the world became quiet at this moment.

The air was dead silent, and even the breath seemed to freeze at this moment.

Under the gaze of Shermer, the man's calloused fingers moved slightly, and he saw that the string that was extremely tight was about to pop open——

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound.

This sound is not usually loud, but at this moment of silence it is unusually abrupt.

That's human instinct, and almost everyone subconsciously turns their attention to the place where the sound comes from.

The door of the house that everyone thought was empty was opened, and someone walked out.

It was a young child, who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old. His wrists, calves and even his neck were all wrapped in snow-white bandages.

The child who opened the door looked up at everyone, and then walked forward step by step.

In this kind of battle that is straining all the minds at this moment, in this moment that is so tense that one can take one's breath away, this child suddenly appears, and then calmly walks between the two warring parties, showing an indescribable look. Feeling weird.

It was so weird that everyone couldn't react for a while, and they looked at each other in amazement as the blond child walked step by step among them. Even the middle-aged man who was about to shoot the arrow had a look of astonishment on his face, and his hand stopped when he was about to release the string.

The entire earth was inexplicably extremely quiet at this moment.

Then, a high-pitched voice suddenly broke the eerie silence.

"Why did you come out!"

Even when faced with the sharp arrow aimed at his eyebrows, Xie Muer's expression changed at this moment.

He wanted to get up, but his severely injured body could no longer stand up. He could only half squat on the ground, suddenly reached out and grabbed the wrist of the child who was walking past him, and tried to drag him behind him with an angry look on his face.

"How can you--"

"Back off."

A crisp and clean voice sounded in the dark night. Garlan turned his head and looked at the priest who grabbed his wrist.

He looked at Shermer's eyes, which were terrifyingly calm at this moment.

He said: "Shemal, get out of here."

Shermur, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned. He looked at Garlan, perhaps because he had never seen such a look on the child's face.

Garlan also looked at him, his golden eyes so bright that they were like the golden sun in the sky.

He couldn't explain why, but as if overwhelmed by the aura of those golden eyes looking at him, Shermur let go of his hand in silence.

Garlan turned around, took two steps forward again, and stood in front of the kneeling Shemuer, and also in front of the seriously injured knights.

He raised his face to face the countless torches held by the mob on the opposite side, and the firelight illuminated his face.

His small body seemed to be protecting Shermer and the knights behind him at this moment.

"Do you want to use children as a shield?"

The middle-aged man, who had reacted to the shock of the child's appearance, suddenly shouted angrily. The war bow in his hand was fully drawn again and pointed forward.

"Despicable dignitaries! Do you think I will let you go like this?"

"You took away our children, do you think we will show mercy to your children!"

Thinking of his dead wife and missing child, he shouted angrily and mercilessly aimed the tip of the arrow at the body of the blond child standing in front of him.

"Go away! Kid! Otherwise I will shoot you to death——"

The blazing firelight flashed on Garlan's face, as if a flame was ignited deep in his golden pupils.

In front of him, the tips of countless arrows aimed at him shone with a frightening cold light in the dark night.

Maybe in the next second, those countless sharp arrows would penetrate his body in an instant.

"Put down your arrows."

In the dark night, under the moonlight, the blond prince stretched out his hand.

His hand pointed forward.

"I am Garlan, the younger brother of King Camos, the prince of Aaron Landis, and the descendant of the gods Aaron Landis."

Garlan stared at the man and everyone, as if a golden flame was burning deep in his pupils, illuminating all the darkness.

"As the people of Aaron Landis..."

Despite his small body, there seemed to be an invisible and powerful will surrounding him at this moment, which took people's breath away.

His hand pointed forward, pointing at everyone, which inexplicably gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Tell me, who gave you the courage to point an arrow at the prince of Aaron Landis?"

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…Can’t lose.

Can't lose, can't lose.

Can't lose, can't lose, absolutely can't lose! !

If you lose the momentum now, you will be dead...

Facing the countless sharp arrows that shone with cold light, the little prince's back was soaked with cold sweat. Even though he was panicking, he continued to hold his neck hard and pretend to be successful.

The author has something to say: Ah, after publishing this chapter, I think you should love me.