fairy tale villain interpretation task

Prince Black stood up abruptly, and strode out of the hall with big strides. The black cloak was billowing and making a hunting sound, clearly showing the master's anger.

"Come on!" Prince Black sternly said, "Come on, I'm going to fight Petro!"

Everyone was in an uproar, and the leading staff hurriedly trotted up to follow, shouting: "Your Highness! Now our troops are scattered, and the expeditionary force is still fighting on the Eastern Front. There are only more than 1000 knights in the country, and there is no way to separate them..."

Prince Black turned around abruptly, the sharpness in his eyes seemed to be condensed into real sharp arrows, and he stabbed the staff mercilessly. Following his movements, the cloak slammed on the staff's calf, causing him to almost cry out in pain.

"Even if the queen is going to die, she should die on her own land." Prince Black said with a stern look on his face: "What is Petro!"

The hall immediately fell into silence, and everyone seemed to be choked, and there was no sound.

Prince Black turned his head and said to the herald: "Go and choose five hundred knights, and set off tomorrow morning!"

The herald replied without hesitation, turned around and ran out quickly.

At this time, a palace attendant happened to pass by the herald at the door, and his hat was almost swept off his head by the small whirlwind he set off.He quickly raised the brim of his hat, and then walked in with small steps, and said softly: "Your Highness, Your Excellency the Archbishop is waiting outside the palace."

Blake frowned upon hearing this, and said impatiently, "What is he doing here?"

Before the palace attendant could answer, he waved his hand and said as he walked out: "Let him wait, I don't have time to talk nonsense with him now!"

The palace attendant quickly raised his throat and said, "Your Highness! Your Excellency the Archbishop said that His Majesty the Pope has found the reason for His Majesty's drowsiness! He is here to deliver the antidote!"

Blake intuited that the cause of the king's lethargy was definitely related to the queen.He stopped again, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his tyrannical emotions, and said, "Please, Your Excellency the Archbishop, just give your Majesty the medicine, I am very busy now!"

The palace attendant saw that his expression was wrong, so he responded repeatedly, and soon ran away without touching the ground like a rabbit whose tail was burned.

Prince Black didn't have time to worry about when the king's father woke up. He was busy all night sending troops to Petro, setting the marching route, mobilizing food and grass, and arranging tactics... He even pumped out the air conditioner to form a team of knights To suppress the rebellion from the west of the capital.

Before sunrise, he pinched the corners of his eyes tiredly, washed his face with cold water, and asked the herald in a slightly hoarse voice, "Are you all ready?" After receiving an affirmative answer, he nodded slightly, "Very well, we're leaving in an hour!"

"I won't allow it!"

Suddenly, a somewhat weak old voice came from outside the hall.Everyone turned their heads away, and when they saw the figure of the person coming, they immediately widened their eyes, stood up hurriedly and saluted: "Good day, Your Majesty!"

Prince Black suddenly raised his head, and saw an old man holding a scepter, sitting in a wheelchair, slowly entering the hall under the push of his attendants.

On his withered white hair was a crown inlaid with jewels, his thin body was wrapped in a thick fur cloak, his old sallow face was covered with criss-cross folds, his eyes were cloudy, and the corners of his mouth drooped heavily, with a The desolate lifelessness of dying and the haughty expression of struggling to support stopped tremblingly in him.

Prince Black stood up without saying a word, walked in front of him, and saluted flatly: "Father."

The old king, who had just woken up from a 13-year coma, leaned back in the wheelchair with a hunched back and limp limbs, and could only look up at Blake's face.

His heir has a tall and strong physique, an incomparably handsome appearance and an innate powerful aura.And he is already dying, maybe it won't be long before this young man will get his crown, his power... his beauty!

An imperceptible dark emotion was brewing in the old king's eyes, and the jealousy in his heart grew like a vine.Looking at Prince Black's eyes became more and more unkind.

The surrounding atmosphere seemed to have stopped flowing due to the turbulent undercurrent between the father and son, and everyone wished to shrink themselves into a quail.

"Look at the good things you have done these years!" The old king said coldly: "I handed over the country to you, did you just let you mess around?"

Black lowered his head and said nothing, his eyes drifted to the side casually, which made the old king even more angry.His beard was about to explode, and he shouted loudly: "Nizi! Talk to me!"

Blake pursed his lips, and a look of annoyance quickly flashed across his face.It took him a long time before he said, "Sorry, father."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, the old king felt as if he had punched the cotton with a punch, and he had nowhere to focus.

He finally stopped going around in circles, and said bluntly: "I know everything! Now I declare that Kevin Gay is no longer Queen Dalton. !"

The old king stared into Black's eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Deprive him of the crown prince status! Go back and reflect on yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the prince's subordinates knelt down on one knee, begging the prince for mercy.

But the prince himself was unmoved, still standing proudly on the spot, just slightly raised his eyelids, and let out a soft "huh".

As long as he is not deaf, anyone can hear how much contempt and contempt there is in that "huh", it seems that the king's order is a piece of nonsense in front of him, and he doesn't need to pay attention to it at all.

The Gay family had sensed interest from a series of decrees as early as the early days of the Continental War. Coupled with the Queen's personal letter, the Duke did not hesitate to ask his eldest son to lead two-thirds of the Vandershire knights to join them. expeditionary force.The brave eldest son of the duke led the knights under his command to be invincible, and he was very proud of it for a while.Unfortunately, in the sixth year of the war, the Duke's eldest son was unfortunately slashed on the neck by the enemy in a duel, almost beheading his entire head.

The duke and his wife lost their eldest son, and the second son was bewitched by the stake placed by the queen. Filled with righteous indignation, he went to the front line and vowed to avenge his elder brother.But he is obviously not as strong as his elder brother. He vomited in the dark on the spot when he participated in the battle for the first time. If his subordinates hadn't tried their best to rescue him, this young master would probably have been hacked to pieces.He was terrified, and ran back home as if fleeing for his life. Since then, he has completely turned into a puddle of mud that can't stick to the wall, without any ambition.

With no successors, the Gay family has already died in the eyes of Black.

Black's gaze skipped over the old king's head, he raised his legs and walked around him lightly, and walked directly out of the hall.His herald was waiting at the door, respectfully handing Black a pair of lambskin gloves.

"Stop!" The old king's face slowly turned red, and he almost became a ball of anger. He hit the ground with his scepter heavily, and shouted repeatedly: "Nizi! Nizi! How dare you! Come on, come on!" I'll take him down!"

The palace guards standing outside the hall looked at each other in embarrassment, then lowered their heads and declared their position with actions.

The old king sat alone in the hall, watching all this in disbelief. Wherever he looked, everyone lowered their heads deeply, not daring to look at him, but they did not follow his orders either.The old king felt like a stupid clown, the series of aggressiveness just now was just a funny farce!Thinking of this, his already weak body became more and more precarious.

The herald brought Black's horse, and he looked back at the king one last time.

"Father," the prince said calmly, "This is no longer your time."

Blake led his subordinates on a quick march, and the queen's half-month journey was abruptly compressed to six days by him. During this period, he also fought a few small-scale encounters with the Petro Kingdom's army.When the sun rose on the seventh day, Prince Charming and the knights were almost all wounded, physically and mentally exhausted, relying on perseverance to support themselves from falling off their horses.

Blake licked his chapped lips, his water bladder was empty, his throat was dry and smoking.

And a few kilometers ahead, it is Petro King City——

Ghana Ghat!

The Shenguang Square in the center of Wangcheng was crowded with people, countless people scrambled to squeeze together, stretched their necks and looked forward.

The queen's hands were chained up high and tied to an iron stake, and dry wood drenched in kerosene was placed under her feet.He was still wearing the wedding dress, and he was slightly raising his head at this moment, revealing his graceful jaw and fair and slender neck.His complexion is not very good-looking, but coupled with his exquisite facial features, he has a fragile and desolate beauty out of thin air.

The Pope cleared his throat, and Prince Charming calmly withdrew his gaze from the Queen's face, and took the torch from his entourage.

The queen closed her eyes, talking to number 963 in her heart.

An Yunze: "I'm very nervous, after all, it's the first time I was burned to death."

Number 963: "...Calm down, it will be over soon."

An Yunze: "Can you adjust the pain threshold? I don't want to scream."

In the spirit of end-of-life care, number 963 toned down the pain for him.

An Yunze: "963, I actually miss you very much."

The number 963 was so moved that he couldn't help but soften his tone, and said, "It's okay, we..."

An Yunze: "But I'm even more reluctant to part with Prince Charming."

ID 963: "..."

An Yunze sighed: "You know what, he is really good at teasing, every time I want to reject him coldly, I feel very painful in my heart."

ID 963: "..."

"After all, he is my first love..." An Yunze said to number 963 in an exaggerated and sweet tone, "It would be great if he was a real life."

An Yunze didn't notice the feelings of number 963, and continued to confess in the air: "If I can see him again, I will die without regret!"

Number 963 has an indifferent face, and doesn't want to talk to this guy - a waste of emotion.

Prince Charming walked up to the queen and looked up at him.The queen heard his footsteps, slowly lowered her head and opened her eyes, looking at him expressionlessly.At noon, the sun shone particularly glaringly from above, modifying his silhouette against the light extremely softly, as if even the blackness in his eyes had been purified.

Prince Charming looked at him for a long time, and finally said, "I want to know, why did you kill Snow White?"

A beautiful and cold smirk appeared on the queen's face, and she did not answer.

At this point, it is not important to investigate the reason, and he is too lazy to say the answer.

The big bell of the cathedral in the east of the city made a loud and distant sound, Prince Black's heart tightened, he whipped the black horse hard, and rushed towards the city.The guard guarding the city gate raised his weapon and shouted for him to dismount for inspection, but he savagely knocked him over with his sword. At the same time, the black horse's bowl-sized iron hoof stepped on the guard's chest, causing his ribs to be instantly broken and inserted into his internal organs.

Prince Black took the lead in rushing into Ganagda, and the knights who followed him were already jealous, like a whirlwind, picking off everyone who dared to approach them one by one!

The bell struck the seventh, and Prince Charming let go of the torch in his hand.

The torch fell on the dry wood, and the flames shot up into the sky in an instant, engulfing the queen's figure in an instant.

"Do not--"

The author has something to say:

Lie down with a bang... God, I finally got this stage!

Thank you to all the little angels who accompanied me here!Come quickly and let my MUA heal blood in one gulp! ! !Then let An An go back to reality for a while!

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