throne fire

In the center of the gravel field, red flames surged through the crevices, like volcanic magma ready to erupt at any time.The sun scorched the gravel, and the surface temperature was even more painful.

The children lined up on one side of the flame formation from young to old, waiting for the command of the secret service army.Whenever the military order is sounded, they have to rush into the flowing death totem in the first second.

The Special Service Army called this kind of experience physical training, but from the brutality of the instructors, it can be seen that it has already gone beyond the scope of conventional training and is almost cruel.

With a gesture from the instructor, the first five children rushed in without daring to neglect.

In an instant, red flames soared into the sky, and the heat was so hot that people could not open their eyes.

In just a few seconds, the whole body of the three children ignited into a ball of fire, and their screams resounded through the sky. Seeing that they were still half breathed, an external force from outside the formation immediately pulled them away and fell heavily on the stone steps outside the arena.The flames were extinguished, but the different layers left scars on them.

There are still two children left in the formation. Because they reacted quickly just now, when the red flame hit, they quickly erected a layer of yellow flame protection net on their sides. Enough to protect them through the formation smoothly.

"Next group!"

The instructor gave another order, and the red flames in the formation turned yellow in an instant, which made the faces of the other ten children outside the field ashen.After hesitating for a moment, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in.

The new round of formation was even more terrifying, with yellow flames splashing in all directions, like thorny thorns, and there was nowhere to hide. Soon, more than half of the children were eliminated first.

The remaining children's bodies were wrapped in white flames.They thought they would be lucky enough to pass like the winners of the previous group, but in the next second, the yellow flames in the formation suddenly turned green.Green flames flew across like a boomerang.In the end, this group was wiped out.

"Stand up, little sheep!"

The instructor raised his foot and kicked a few children nearby who were lying on the ground helplessly, "A bunch of trash, where is your masculinity? A little bit of arson will scare your ass to piss? If that's the case, Why don't you stay at home and cry with your mother in your arms? Do you have to come here to suffer? Don't think that you are children's enemies and you will be soft-hearted, you can't fucking be children forever."

The instructor's malicious insults have long been commonplace, but the children are all silent, lest a small resistance will only make themselves hurt more.

The group of children in front of them came from different fire families, and they contained the purest blood and the most perfect arson techniques representing their clan.In order to stimulate their potential, the instructors never give up.His purpose is nothing more than to let this group of children who are not good at disguising burst out their strongest potential when their lives are threatened.If one day there happens to be a child who shows the power to control Lan Yan, his family will be destroyed by the Mu army in the shortest possible time.

This unwritten rule is extremely cruel, but it is the survival rule for the Ram family to consolidate the dominance of the fire family.Since the Gula dynasty, no family has dared to resist, because the rule of the past generations of Ram has long been integrated into their servile blood.

From time to time Aslan looked up from the album.His special status was pardoned by Ram from participating in this kind of training, but the instructor did not allow him to leave the field without permission, so most of the time he could only sit on the stone steps outside the field with a picture book in his hand.

This special courtesy never gave him any sense of superiority, but instead deepened the collective rejection of him by the children in the arena.They often stare at him with envious, jealous, provocative, or hostile eyes.It's like they were tortured by the Mujun all because of him, anyway, no one likes him, and he is innocent.

----

On a sunny afternoon, as the special training drew to a close, the court became hesitant.

At some point on the stone steps opposite Aslan came a group of youths in flowing silk robes, two of them were holding an umbrella at the same time, and under the umbrella was the little prince whom Aslan had met the day he first arrived. .

The prince's gaze swept across the infield coldly, and then fell on Aslan.The arrogance and arrogance dissipated instantly on the opponent's face, and that unfriendly aura could be felt even across the infield.

At that time, a young man next to the prince leaned over and said something, and a group of people suddenly burst into laughter.

The infield became silent. After looking at Aslan for a few seconds, the two teenagers jumped down the stone steps and walked straight towards him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Aslan got up and prepared to leave from the other end, but was stopped by two teenagers who were as fast as lightning.One of them snatched the album from his hand and threw it down the stone steps, while the other picked him up and pushed him to the edge of the gravel quarry.

The grit of the ground chafed Aslan's bare arms.Although the wound hurt, he didn't care. He just patted the gravel off his palm and got up.

Suddenly, several teenagers quickly stepped forward and surrounded him in the center.

Like a hooligan leader, the little prince broke through the crowd and walked in swaggeringly.He held the picture album in his hand, with a flat smile on his face.

"It turns out that Atlantis is not only rich in dragons, but also rich in cowards." He raised the album in his hand, and then threw it straight at him.

"Want to fight?" Aslan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I only fight with the children of the royal family. Unless you can prove that you are the unscrupulous prince of your country, you are not qualified to fight with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, those soft blue eyes in front of him instantly turned into a frozen lake on top of an iceberg.In a moment, a hot current flowed upstream, easily opened the capillaries in Suojia's body, and disappeared without a trace at the moment when they rushed straight to his forehead, as fast as they came.

"Do you still want proof?"

These words completely shattered Suo Jia's self-esteem, and his face turned pale for a while.When the unaware onlookers wanted to step forward to take down the opponent, the furious little prince tore off his cloak and threw it heavily on the ground, "Stay aside, it's between me and him."

All the people present were stunned, no one dared to act rashly, only the two parties knew what kind of life and death happened between them just now.

Suddenly, two diametrically opposite forces erupted on the sand and gravel field in an instant. They jumped in the air and twisted into a ball.

When others came to their senses, the two children were already fighting hard on the ground.Fighting is not motivating, because it is not a contest of manipulation, but the most primitive fist.

----

That night, Soga and Aslan stood in Ram's bedroom at the same time.The bruises from the fight on his arm were still there, and a new thin mark had been filled in by Ram's horsewhip on his palm.

Ram controlled his strength, but Suo Jia still glared at him angrily.He who has been pampered since he was a child has never suffered such a crime, but today his father seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, and he actually became serious.

"This is the price!" Ram yelled angrily, "Next time you dare to fight again, I will feed both of you to the green tooth eel!"

The queen arrived shortly after the corporal punishment was carried out. She calmed down her husband's anger and rescued the two children from the whip.She took them back to her palace and treated their wounds herself. "Don't make Ram angry again, if there is another time, I will not be able to save you."

"It was my fault," said Aslan softly.

The queen knew her son's character very well, and also knew that a slap in the face could not be slapped in a fight. "Aslan, I treat both of you equally and will not take sides. Well, it's getting late, go to bed."

After the two boys were settled down, the queen stepped out of the room with her front foot, and Suo Jia got up from the bed with her back foot.I saw him kneeling at the end of the bed with his hands spread out in front of his chest. This strange posture made Aslan a little puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"pray."

"To whom?"

"The sun god, the light, the mother of all things." Soga turned his head, "Don't you ever pray?"

"It used to be."

"Before? What about now?"

"I was sure God never heard me when they decided to send me here."

"Why? We are the prince, God's darling, he can hear our voices."

"God is immortal, and thousands of children pray to him every day, and unless I stand out from the thousands of his children, but I have not done any great deeds, it is not surprising that he does not hear my prayers. "

"Who told you that?"

"The high priest of the Sea God Temple. Before I came, he told me to obey the rules and not to stir up trouble."

"Obviously he's going to be disappointed. That Alan..."

"Aslan."

Suo Jia didn't care about the other party's correction of his pronunciation, he tore off the bandage on his hand, blood flowed out from the congealed wound again, and the tearing pain made him frowned.

"What do you want to do again?"

"Give me your hand."

After a moment's hesitation, Aslan held out his hand.

Then, Suo Jia removed the bandage on his hand in the same way, and the two bleeding palms were buckled together. "In this way, we are brothers connected by flesh and blood." Seeing the excitement on his face, Aslan held back the word 'childish' firmly in his stomach.