Pharaoh

A bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and someone gallops into the city on horseback.

The many scars on his body were bleeding continuously due to the jolting of the horse. The middle-aged man looked very pale. He rode his horse and rushed anxiously towards the City Lord's Mansion. He got off his horse at the door and was about to rush inside.

After only two steps, the soldiers at the door stopped him with an unhappy expression.

"I have an urgent matter to report to the City Lord."

The middle-aged man's lips trembled a little, his chest heaved violently, and an expression of uncontrollable grief appeared on his face.

"My lord has important guests tonight, and I don't see anyone."

Ignoring the anxious look on the man's face, the soldier guarding the gate replied coldly, reaching out and pushing him back.

"But it's really urgent! Human life is at stake!"

"I said the Lord City Lord doesn't see any guests! Get out!"

The usually arrogant soldier became impatient with this persistent man and raised his spear.

The man was stunned, and suddenly became angry, thinking that he rushed out from the siege of several thieves and rushed to the city to report the news, but in the end he was treated like this.

Thinking of his family and friends in the small town whose life and death were uncertain, he gritted his teeth, rudely pushed the two soldiers at the door, and rushed in desperately.

Although it was late at night, the city lord's mansion was brightly lit.

The man didn't think too much about why there were so many people here, he rushed to the outer door, and was met by a group of soldiers who didn't look like Tahera soldiers, but were obviously too elite intercepted down.

Through the gaps between the soldiers blocking him, he saw the city lord Tahera looking at him in astonishment, with an unnatural and somewhat annoyed look on his face.

The person next to the city lord could only see half of his body, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the shining golden scepter in his hand made him widen his eyes.

The two soldiers outside said just now that the city lord is going to receive very important guests tonight...

The man is very familiar with the city lord Tahera, and it is almost impossible to expect this greedy city lord to send troops to rescue his town.It's just that he had no choice at first, even if he just had a glimmer of hope, he wanted to give it a try.

His heart was broken, he stopped struggling, and suddenly knelt down with his head bowed.

"My lord! The town of Ferus has been attacked by thieves, please send troops to rescue quickly!"

The man roared with all his strength, and his voice almost spread throughout the mansion.

"Bullshit!"

The face of the city lord Tahera was already livid with anger, and he roared, "I have wiped out all the thieves around here long ago! Take this nonsense guy away!"

He was originally a low-level small city lord, and he was not qualified to meet the Pharaoh at all.So even though Pharaoh came to visit his city, he didn't bother to invite him to meet.

He stood respectfully beside the High Priest Seth who came to inspect with the Pharaoh and reported the things in the city, while carefully laughing to please this High Priest who was much younger than his son.

Just now he vaguely expressed his achievements in quickly eradicating the thieves after receiving the supplies from the capital, but someone broke in immediately and said that there were thieves attacking the town, and he slapped him out of thin air. Green and white.

The pharaoh's guards would not obey the orders of the city lord Tahera. Seeing the high priest Seth standing aside expressionlessly, they naturally would not do anything.On the other side, several soldiers in Tahera City saw the city lord running towards him with an angry expression on his face, so they naturally swarmed up to drag the man out.

However, before the city lord Tahera approached the man, someone suddenly jumped over him and rushed to the kneeling man.

"What thieves?! The town of Ferrus was attacked? Is there anyone in my town—is my mother and sister okay?"

A young guard rushed over and grabbed the man, his face was pale and his lips trembled violently.

"You are……"

The man looked up and saw an extremely familiar face of a young man who had grown up, and was taken aback for a moment.

Before the city lord Tahera could react, he was suddenly pushed aside, staggered and almost fell.He was furious immediately, but when he looked up at the person who pushed him, the anger already in his throat was swallowed back into his stomach in despair.

The young priest who forcefully pushed away the Tahera city lord who was blocking the way walked quickly like a gust of wind. He frowned as he watched the young guard excitedly stir up the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground, and looked up at him. The soldier beside him gave a signal, and someone immediately stepped forward and pulled the young guard away, making him shut up.

Seeing Seth, who was dressed as a priest and holding a golden scepter, approached him, the middle-aged man lowered his head nervously.

"You said your town was attacked by bandits?"

"Yes, they suddenly attacked us in the middle of the night today. More than half of the guards in Ferrus Town were dead, and I rushed out because I was riding a horse desperately. As for Kig Town..." the man said quickly , looked up and glanced at the young guard who was dragged aside, "It is said that he was also attacked, and there is no guard in that town, I am afraid that all the people in that town have..."

Before he finished speaking, the priest who had been looking at him suspiciously changed his face suddenly, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the city lord Tahera beside him.

The city lord Tahera, who was listening in a cold sweat, was furious at the moment.

"Slander! This is slander! There is absolutely no such thing!"

He roared and charged, drawing his sword and slashing at the man.

He made up his mind to kill this man even if the great priest stopped him, and then he said that this man was sent by his political opponents to slander him, and he insisted that he would not let go.

This is his only chance to escape punishment, he has no choice.

A bloody light flashed in front of everyone's eyes.

The arm holding the long sword flew up in the night sky, landed heavily, and rolled on the ground.

The city lord Tahera, who was rolling and mourning on the ground clutching his broken arm, was kicked away by the boy king who suddenly appeared from behind him.

The crimson pupils became colder and brighter in the dark night, and the young pharaoh who suddenly strode out of the room cut off the city lord's arm with a sword before everyone could react.

The entire mansion was silent at this moment, and everyone's eyes were on him.

The young king of Egypt stood in front of the middle-aged man who was staring blankly at him, with his dark blue cloak fluttering in the night sky behind him.

"Which direction are you coming from?"

He asked, his eyes were cold, and he inserted the long sword back into the sheath, and a few drops of bright red blood slid from the gleaming blade.

Shocked by the sudden appearance of the young pharaoh, the man subconsciously raised his finger in the direction of his own town.

The young pharaoh raised his head and looked into the distance following the direction of the man's finger.

Then, he put his fingers to his lips, and a loud whistle sounded in the silent night sky.

In the stables on one side of the mansion, a vigorous and pure white horse without a trace of variegation is enjoying the food leisurely, while the other horses in the stables are shrinking and crowded on the other side, as if they dare not approach it.

The loud whistling in the night sky made the white horse stop eating, and suddenly raised its head.

With a shake of its head, it broke through the door and ran to its owner with brisk steps.

Lowering its head slightly, it let its owner jump onto its back.

The white steed neighed long, followed its master's instructions, turned around and rushed out of the gate, and ran wildly under the starry sky.

"king--"

The horse that was presented to the Pharaoh of Egypt was naturally a one-in-a-thousand-mile steed.

Priest Seth let out an angry roar, and all he could see was that the pure white horse had disappeared into the night.

Panting a few times, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and arranged for Sisi to stay and control the mansion of the city lord Tahera.Then he also got on his horse and led a large group of cavalry to chase in the direction where the young king left.

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On the road leading from the town to Tahera City, three horses galloped under the moonlight, one at the front, two at the back, only seeing that the gap between the front and back was getting closer.

Although the horse left by Yaden was not a famous horse, it was naturally much better than the bad horse of the thieves. It was not impossible to get rid of the two thieves.

It's a pity that the knight on horseback is still immature, coupled with nervousness, it is even more difficult to control the steed under him and exert its best speed.

Seeing that the young man in front was getting closer and closer to him, a thief sneered, took out a rough crossbow from his bosom, aimed at the young man in front of him and shot at him.

It's just that this rough crossbow wasn't very accurate, and when the horse was jolted, the crossbow arrow tilted and missed the boy, but directly pierced the gray-black horse's hindquarters.

The severe pain spurred the gray-black horse to neigh, and immediately spread its four hooves, and galloped like crazy.

The frightened horse galloped wildly, and the two thieves behind it were thrown away by a long distance, and it didn't take long for them to be seen again.

The young man on the horse didn't feel lucky at all, the horse ran wildly and was already out of his control.

The whirring wind blew past his ears violently, hitting his face so that he couldn't open his eyes, and the gray and black horse running wildly made his body tremble.You You could only bend down and lie on the horse's back, with his eyes closed and his hands tightly hugging the horse's neck to prevent himself from being thrown off.

Calm down, be calm.

He tried to tell himself.

Arden had taught him how to stop the horse, and now he had to calm down and think about how to do it.

……

……

Arden didn't teach him how to stop a frightened crazy horse ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! !

A bright moon hangs high in the dark night sky, and the bright moonlight shines on the avenue.

The pure white horse without a trace of variegation, like a flying white cloud, gallops on the avenue under the moonlight like an arrow off the string. On its back, the golden headdress of the Eye of Horus on the forehead of the young pharaoh reflects With a dazzling golden light, the dark blue cloak fluttered wildly behind him.

Although there was a very faint moonlight, the road ahead was still pitch black as far as the eyesight could see.

Suddenly, a gray-black steed galloped out of the darkness ahead.

They pass by in an instant.

The two steeds galloped in different directions, and within a breath, there was already a considerable distance between them.

The moonlight falling into the crimson pupils suddenly flashed——

The white steed suddenly let out a long neigh, and its front hooves were raised high in the air.

Stopping abruptly at a running speed close to the limit made it almost stand upright.

It was almost unbelievable, he stopped, turned his head, turned around and ran wildly. Under the command of a knight who could match it, the white steed completed an almost miraculous movement twisted to the limit.

It once again galloped away in the direction it had just come.

A dark night, a bright moon, and a sky full of stars.

Under the moonlight, two steeds galloped along the avenue, one in front and the other in the back.

The white steed caught up little by little to the gray-black steed that had no one to direct it and ran wildly on its own instinct.

On the not-so-wide road, two horses galloped side by side, and the dust splashed by the horseshoes filled the avenue with dust.

The young Pharaoh held the reins tightly, turned his head, his crimson eyes were already looking at the owner of the gray-black steed beside him.

The young man on the gray-black steed was lying on the horse's back and bouncing up and down as the horse ran. His face was buried in the mane of the horse's neck, and his arms just subconsciously hugged the horse's neck tightly and did not dare to let go. .

Suddenly, his arm moved, it seemed that the long-term tension had exhausted his strength, and his body suddenly leaned down, and he was about to fall off the horse——

The young Pharaoh suddenly let go of the reins and pressed his hands on the horse's back.

He jumped on the back of the fast-moving horse, and landed accurately on the back of the gray-black horse galloping alongside him with his vigorous skill.

Reaching out with his left hand, he hugged the young Wang brother who was already leaning half of his body and was about to slip into his arms, and pulled the rein fiercely with his right hand——

The gray-black horse raised its front hooves high into the air and neighed loudly.

It was still running forward, jumping vigorously and frantically shaking its body, trying to throw off the person who was holding it down.

However, although the man only used one hand to hold the rein, he held it tightly and never let go. His strong legs clamped tightly on the horse's body, and the whole person sat firmly on its back.

The grey-black steed gradually became docile with the forceful force of the rider. It slowed down and let out low snorts from time to time.

The young Pharaoh patted the mane on its neck to calm it down.

Just after taking a picture, a sharp light suddenly flashed across the crimson pupils.

He pulled the rein to make the black horse turn around, and he just heard the sound of the horse's hooves on the ground from behind.

The thief who had been chasing after the young brother Wang finally took advantage of this gap to catch up.

Seeing their prey quietly standing in front of them, the thieves shouted excitedly, regardless of why there was suddenly another person there, they drew their sharp waist knives, and their fierce eyes staring at their prey made their faces even more ferocious. .

They galloped their horses forward and backward, sprinting ferociously at their prey with their waist swords raised high.

Just a knife.

Thinking this way, they looked at the young man on the horse who stayed in place quietly, as if they saw a frightened and desperate face, as if they had already seen the bright and beautiful blood splashing out from the young man's split body .

All this imagination made them excited.

Near

Closer

Just one knife--

The thief who rushed to the opponent first raised his sharp waist knife high in the air, and it shone with a terrifying cold light under the moonlight.

The bright moonlight flickered over the golden headdress of the Eye of Horus, illuminating the young Wang Junmei's face for an instant.

The dark horse, which had been standing quietly for a long time, suddenly charged forward.

Two horses passed by in the dark night, and a cold light passed over the thief's neck.

Keng!

The rigid waist knife broke in an instant, and its upper half leaped up in the night sky, accompanied by a column of blood soaring into the sky.

The headless body swayed on the horse's back and fell heavily.

The thief's head flew high in the air, and fell to the sand in an arc. It rolled several times before stopping. Soon, the nearby gravel was soaked into a bright crimson color.

The young pharaoh pulled the rein to slow down the horse under him. In his right hand he held a silver-white long sword with bright red blood dripping on the blade.

He turned to look at another thief who was rushing towards him.

The eyes that were as gorgeous as crimson flames burning in the crimson pupils in the dark night, so sharp that no one dared to look at them, caused the thief to shudder, forcibly pulled the horse under him, and stopped moving.

The gaze of the young pharaoh made his fingers tremble subconsciously, and he was a little reluctant to hold the rein.

Panting heavily, he pulled the rein harshly, turned the horse's head around, and immediately galloped away.

escape!

That was the instinctive reaction of the thieves when they faced a terrifying existence that they could not resist after experiencing countless life-and-death battles.

He whipped the horse under him vigorously, trying to escape from the existence behind him that made him tremble with fear from the bottom of his heart.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly dilated.

A dagger pierced his neck precisely from behind.

The horse ran away, completely unaware that its owner had fallen from its back and was unable to get up for a long time.

The pierced throat made no sound, and the face of the thief lying on the ground was pale by the moonlight. He grabbed something on the wasteland with all his strength, and his fingertips were ground by gravel and fine stones, dripping with blood.

Finally, his pupils lost focus and suddenly became distracted.

He stopped breathing.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, and the death of the two thieves may be just a moment of breathing.

The young prince who had been in a daze since just now finally had time to breathe.

Not long after, the arm was finally released from the neck of the galloping horse due to the long-term tension. The young Wangdi felt himself falling down. He closed his eyes subconsciously, just waiting When he fell to the ground, he felt severe pain all over his body.

As long as you don't break your neck, everything is fine.

He thought so, but there was a sudden sinking behind him, as if some heavy object fell down and the horse under him stunned.

A light brown powerful arm pulled back his body that was about to fall. Before he could react, the horse under him suddenly raised its front hooves and stood upright. He felt as if he was going to fall down again. He fell down, so he subconsciously fell down again, his hands tightly hugging the horse's neck.

Before he had time to catch his breath, the crazy horse jumped and jumped and tossed hard, so scared that he closed his eyes tightly and hugged the horse's neck tightly, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Now, feeling that the horse had finally calmed down, he let out a soft breath.

The surroundings were quiet, and he slowly let go of the arm holding the horse's neck, and lifted his face buried in the horse's mane.

The delicate fine lines have been melted beyond recognition by the flames, and at this moment, a golden ring in a strange and twisted shape hangs from the thin chain tied around the neck of the young pharaoh.

A golden light refracted from the moonlight falling on it fell into the violet-hued pupils that had just opened.

The young prince who turned his face to the left and opened his eyes saw it at first sight.

The golden light refracted from the ring flashed in his eyes, he slowly sat upright on the horseback, turned his head and looked back.

The moonlight falling from the top of the head penetrated directly into the loose clothes on the young Wangdi's chest from top to bottom.

In the slender collarbone, the brand of the Talisman of Life revealed a light golden light, piercing into the bright crimson pupils of the young king.