A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"Heimos, and the Aaron Landis Army?"

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

"Why are they here? Aren't they already heading to the Northland battlefield?"

His voice was not loud, but in the place where there was silence due to the appearance of the Aaron Landis cavalry at this moment, it seemed extremely clear.

Many people heard his words, but no one answered.

There was an expression of uncontrollable surprise on the face of Tasda. Although they are ready to fight to the death, the desire to survive is human instinct. If there is hope, they also want to live.

"Hold!"

Looking dumbfounded at the mighty Aaron Landis cavalry standing on the hill, the leader of the horse thieves cursed.

His fierce little eyes stared viciously at the Tasda man next to him who hired them to kill.

"You bastard, how dare you cheat on me!"

It was said that there were less than a hundred Tastar infantry, so what happened to the terrifying Aaron Landis cavalry now——

The doll prince must have been right. This insidious Tasda man had no intention of letting his group of people survive! That's why I deliberately plotted against him!

Stoker completely ignored the leader of the horse thieves who stared at him fiercely.

He looked at the prince of Aaron Landis, staring straight and intently, his fingers holding the reins tightly.

Garlan was looking at the black hawk that had landed on his arm, stroking its feathers. He probably noticed Stoker's gaze. He raised his eyes and met Stoker's gaze that was fixed on him.

Then he smiled at Stoke.

There is no intimidation, no momentum, and a smile that can even be described as the soft wind in early spring.

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

From the beginning, he never took this prince seriously.

‘Wise’?

That's just a halo that the weak have racked their brains to find out and put on themselves.

This world is a world of the weak and the strong. Only strength can make others surrender and respect you. Only strength can decide everything!

Stoker has always believed so.

But now, he who thought he was a strong man above everyone was defeated by this weak man in his eyes.

He couldn't accept it - even defeat at the hands of Kehos would make him feel better.

No matter how violent the shock was to Stoke, Garlan turned his gaze to the horse thief on one side after smiling at him.

The sturdy leader of the horse thieves sometimes stared at Stoker angrily, and sometimes glanced nervously at the mighty Aaron Landis cavalry not far away, with sweat dripping from his forehead. And his men were even more unbearable. Seeing the expressions of obvious fear on the faces of the cavalry, the commotion spread among the horse thieves and could not be stopped.

It can be seen that the moment the Aaron Landis cavalry appeared from behind, the fighting spirit of the Sivali bandits was completely extinguished in an instant, and the tense atmosphere spread among everyone.

In any case, no matter how ferocious they are, they are just a bandit group. Even if they were given great courage, they would not dare to fight against the regular army with a similar number - especially the world-famous Aaron Landis cavalry.

That is simply asking for death.

"You still plan to continue?"

Garlan's words stunned the nervous leader of the horse thieves for a moment. He turned around and looked at the beautiful blond boy who once made him regret for a moment because he wanted to kill him, and the cute looking boy who was exposed to him. Smiling, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, as if he felt a toothache.

Then, he glared at Garlan.

"I'm not afraid! I can use you as a hostage! In the worst case, we will die together! It's not a loss to have a prince die with us!"

He shouted, with a stern look on his face, as if he was in danger of losing everything.

But it can be seen that this person is obviously fierce in appearance and weak in heart.

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

Garlan nodded.

He said, "So let's go."

"Don't scare me. If I grow so big, I'll cut off more heads than you, a little kid, have to eat. I'm not afraid of you...what?"

The leader of the horse thieves was still speaking harshly and pretending to be ferocious to cover up his fear of the army. Halfway through his words, he was choked up by Garlan's words.

A mouthful of spit stuck in his throat and almost choked him.

He looked at Garlan with wide eyes and disbelief, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

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

"I said you can take your people and leave now."

Garlan raised his eyebrows and said, "Or are you not planning to leave and want to fight for this Tasda and my Guards?"

“No, no, no—how dare we?”

The leader of the horse thieves waved his hands hurriedly.

The revelation from Garlan that the group of cavalry were the king's guards frightened him even more.

His face, which was arrogant and ferocious a second ago, instantly switched to a flattering look.

He flattered Gallan and said, "My kind prince, thank you for being so magnanimous and forgiving such humble men like us."

The leader of the horse thieves has never been to school, he is truly blind, and he can only come up with a few clumsy flattery words.

After saying this dryly, he didn't even wait for Garlan to reply, for fear that the other party would regret it, so he simply turned around and waved his hand.

"let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed out immediately.

The horse thieves, who were already feeling terrified when they saw the mighty and majestic heavy armored cavalry army, all responded to what the boss said and followed the boss's galloping away without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, the group of horse thieves disappeared completely, leaving only the dust raised by the horses' hooves on the desert.

Stoke didn't stop.

He knew that he couldn't stop him. He and the horse thief had a relationship of interest, and it was impossible for him to make the other party fight for him.

If he tried to stop the horse thieves from escaping, they would immediately turn against him and kill him first.

So, he stood there on horseback, watching quietly as his accomplices deserted him, leaving him alone with dozens of his closest associates crowding around him.

He was still looking intently at the young man who dismissed thousands of horse thieves in just a few words.

"All of this..." He paused for a moment before continuing unwillingly, "Is this all arranged by you?"

He asked, "Did you know I was coming to attack the mission?"

He asked repeatedly: "Why did you know that I was going to attack the mission?"

Stoker couldn't understand.

Even his closest friends and relatives were kept secret from him.

He had been planning for this day and this moment for more than a year, and even the fact that Opada followed the mission to Aaron Landis was the result of his secret promotion.

No one knows his purpose except his loyal confidants who are here at the moment.

He really didn't understand why Prince Aaron Landis, who had never even met him, could see through his conspiracy?

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

Garlan looked at Stoker and smiled without saying a word.

He stood there with a calm smile and an indifferent expression, as if he had everything under control, which was inexplicably heart-stirring to watch.

The young man's golden eyes reflecting the firelight were clear and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world.

…………

Actually, it’s because I read the guide beforehand.

Turned on the predictive plug-in.

Of course, the boy who was smiling and silent at this moment, pretending that everything was as expected, would never say this.

Garlan did not answer Stoker's words. Stoker had already heard the sound of countless horse hooves behind him.

Aaron Landis's cavalry was closing in on them, spreading out in an arc to surround them.

Stocker made no attempt to escape.

He knew that Garlan temporarily let the gangsters go in order to avoid greater casualties, but Aaron Landis would never let go of himself who tried to frame them.

The cavalry had surrounded them.

The next second, someone emerged from the crowd.

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

That was the young man who was standing on the hill not long ago, holding a strong bow and shooting an arrow through his heart.

After he disappeared on the battlefield in the North, the young man suddenly rose to fame, overshadowing his prestige and reputation, and was called the 'Black Knight' by everyone.

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

Then, almost at the same moment, the two men galloped forward and charged.

The pitch-black iron spear and the snow-white sword collided heavily.

Stoke's trusted subordinates naturally rushed forward, but were immediately intercepted by a group of Guardsmen. They were either dead or injured and fell into the hands of the Guardsmen not long after.

At this moment, apart from the crackling of the flames that were gradually burning out in the camp, there was only the sound of the clash of weapons between Stork and Heimos as they fought.

The blows were severe, and both of them fought hard.

Sparks flew everywhere where the weapon struck, extremely fierce.

It can be seen that the two men were fighting equally, and no one could defeat the other in a short period of time. In the midst of the sword, gun, and shadow, ordinary people simply cannot get involved in such a fierce battle.

"Kayjos, go help."

Garlan's words made Kayhos hesitate for a moment.

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

The young man blinked.

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

"…………"

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

From the corner of his eye, Heimos glanced at Garlan, who was looking over here. As if he was helpless, and with a touch of indulgence, he made way for Caihos to join the battle.

If Garlan hadn't spoken out and didn't want to smear Garlan's face in front of everyone, Heimos would never have been willing to let Kayhos help him with his arrogance.

Whether it's Caijos or Heimos, Stoke is evenly matched against either one.

Now the two of them worked together and immediately suppressed Stoke.

When the two powerful knights joined forces, they were attacked like a violent storm, which made him almost breathless. Although he was still resisting, he was just trying to hold on.

If you can easily beat this guy to death, why do you have to fight to the death in a one-on-one fight?

Garlan, who was watching, thought to himself.

And at the next moment, Stork, who was almost exhausted under the siege of Heimos and Kehos, could barely avoid the sword that was struck from the front by Kehos. The snow-white long sword suddenly became cold and stabbed from the side. come out.

The sharp blade penetrated the Tasda man's chest fiercely.

His pupils dilated for a moment, and he fell off his horse. The blood spurting from his chest dyed the sand beneath him red.

"Brother!"

Opada, who had been gritting his teeth and watching everything happening in front of him, could no longer hold back and rushed forward with a shout.

He knelt down next to Stoke and looked at Stoke with red eyes, whose clothes on his chest were stained red. His lips moved several times, but in the end he only uttered two words.

"...brother..."

…………it's over.

Stoker lay on his back on the sand, staring at the endless night sky with his eyes open.

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

He could feel the blood gushing out of his chest, and he could feel the life in his body passing away rapidly.

His ambition, his belief, he should have had an infinitely glorious future...

It will all end at this moment.

"...brother..."

The familiar murmur woke him up from his trance, and he saw Opada kneeling beside him with red eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

He scolded, just as he had scolded the little child who was taught martial arts by him a long time ago when he was very young.

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

Opada, who was scolded, tightened his lips and said nothing. The mist that had seeped into his eyes was forced back by him.

Stoker looked at his brother, the brother he was determined to kill, his eyes full of complexity at this moment.

He has no regrets.

It's just the winner and the loser.

No matter what the outcome, he will not regret it.

But maybe he was about to die. Looking at the only relative beside him, he felt all kinds of emotions at this moment.

After a while, he suddenly whispered.

"Beware the North..."

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

His lips moved and he made a weak sound.

"Prince Gallan... I admit... I underestimated you and that's why I ended up like this..."

He said, his breath gradually weakening and his voice becoming intermittent.

"...I lost to you."

Suddenly, he changed the subject.

"I lost...but you may not be the final winner..."

he said, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

His gray pupils stared at Garlan, revealing a strange smile.

"You think I did something stupid...how do you know...you won't end up like me in the future..."

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

Stoker's voice was very soft, low, yet frightening.

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

"...I saw...'his' eyes had the same thing as mine..."

He saw it.

In the eyes of the black-haired prince, he had the same thing.

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

"One day..."

There was a mocking arc in the corner of his eyes.

His words were like a curse.

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

Heimos was riding a horse, the sword in his hand still dripping with blood.

His right hand was holding the hilt of the sword, and veins were popping up on the back of his hand.

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

If he could, he would have chopped off that guy's head with one sword.

But he couldn't do that. If he did, he would really fall into that guy's trap and make others, even Garlan, think that he had a guilty conscience, so he started killing people.

The blond knight on the other side stared at Stoke coldly, and also refrained from moving.

The land was very quiet at this moment, with only Stoker's intermittent voice echoing.

Being relatively close, everyone who heard these words subconsciously turned their eyes to Garlan.

Garlan came over at some point and squatted beside the dying Stoker.

"...You learn so fast."

He said,

"Such a blatant attempt to sow discord."

Stoker coughed up blood and smiled at Garlan.

"I learned from you...what you said...ahem, the...power of language."

Even if he dies, he will sow the seeds of discord between the two princes of Aaron Landis.

For Tastarda.

Garlan squatted beside him and looked at him with bright golden eyes.

"This will never happen."

said the boy.

Stork smiled and said nothing.

He was extremely sure that one day would come.

These two princes will one day face each other.

For the throne.

The determined expression on the dying Tastar man's face and the expression 'I've seen through you a long time ago' made Garlan very unhappy, very unhappy.

This guy will be disgusted even before he dies.

…

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

But the way Stoker looked at him with a half-smile made Garlan's stubborn temper suddenly rise.

If this continues, Stoker will die contented with the satisfaction of having succeeded.

In that case, I would be so frustrated.

No, this guy must die in agony.

As he was thinking this, a good idea suddenly occurred to him, and his eyes flashed.

"This will never happen."

The boy repeated again.

Stoker looked at him mockingly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Only the gray pupils began to dilate, which was a sign of impending death.

Garlan lowered his head, leaned into his ear, and spoke in an inaudible voice that only Stoker could hear.

"No matter what happens, I will never hurt Huymos."

He said softly,

"He's my favorite person."

Stoker's eyes suddenly opened wide, showing a look of astonishment.

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

He just stared at Garlan with his lips parted, and reluctantly took his last breath.

He opened his eyes and died with regret that he could not succeed.

…………

Garlan's voice when he spoke into Stoker's ear was so low and soft that even Opada, who was kneeling next to him, couldn't hear him.

No one knew what he said.

But no one noticed that when Garlan was speaking, the hand holding the reins of Heymos, who was riding a horse and standing on one side, suddenly shook.

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

He is extremely talented.

But few people know that when he is completely focused... he can clearly hear the smallest sounds within tens of meters around him.

【He is my favorite person. 】

The author has something to say: Jia (daily pursuit of death) Er (self-darkness for ten thousand years) Lan.

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The Tasda people who used their lives to assist came to an end.