swear to love heaven

The golden dome of the sky, depicting brightly colored murals, vividly tells the story of the gods descending to the world and ushering in a new century.

These ancient legends that people believe in are like the most powerful proof that a country was born in the world... It is the will of the gods, it is the trust of the gods, so there is everything... The country, the nation, and the power over life The glorious kingship above.

However, no matter how the gods in the sky care about this land, they cannot guard it from generation to generation. All great and beautiful legends must face reality...

For example, now.

This golden hall once accommodated more than 50 people drinking and having fun together, but now there are only less than [-] people standing sparsely, making the most famous mountain temple in the Hittite Empire appear a little empty. shabby.

"Can no one explain? What's going on here?" The gloomy and angry voice came from a man sitting on a throne made of gold and iron swords. He seemed to be around forty years old, with thick and curly hair Black beard is the common standard appearance of Hittite men. His broad shoulders are wrapped under the exquisite and gorgeous robes, and his unflappable aura is just like the strange but domineering Iron Throne beneath him. And timid.

There was silence without saying a word. The ministers under the throne bowed respectfully and fearfully. No one spoke, let alone looked up. No one wanted to meet the ice-sword-like gaze on the throne at this time.

His sinister gaze swept across the drooping heads, and then stopped on an old man standing in the front, and asked in a low voice, "Nat, why did you send such a good news yesterday and today? Depressing news? You look different every day, are you playing tricks on me?"

Nat hurriedly knelt down and lay on the ground with his head lowered, his white beard sweeping across the marble floor, trembling with Nat's trembling voice. "My king, I don't dare, I dare not. Even if I have ten lives, I dare not tease the king. Please Wang Mingcha, this is really a battle report that was delivered early this morning. I slept with my clothes on last night, and I received the message this morning." , and hurried into the palace."

Unlucky Tongyu official envoy, where is the message, it is simply the order!

I didn't expect that at my age, I would fall into such an errand.I have been happy for most of my life, leisurely and comfortably in front of the envoy who is in charge of the communication hub in the country, but because of the provocative behavior of the young Egyptian pharaoh who swung his army northward on a whim, it turned a good job into a miserable one. Thinking of this kind of begging for life, Nat couldn't help but feel tears and unspeakable suffering.

"It was also clearly stated yesterday that our army defeated the enemy's central army, shot and killed three generals of Ramonsis II, and forced the Egyptian enemy army to retreat to the south of Kadesh City. How could our army be attacked in just one night? The casualties are unknown, and General Ponta and his adjutant are missing together. Tell me clearly, what is going on?" He almost gritted his teeth, his already ashen face was covered with the shadow of death, and someone must see blood today up.

La Balsa, the Hittite king who bloodbathed the Hittite royal family and slaughtered himself as the elder brother of the previous Hittite monarch and all the direct royal families related to him overnight, the calm voice is already Filled with the most terrifying breath of calm before the storm.

Nat could no longer make a sound, his shoulders trembling like autumn leaves, attracted the colleagues around him half sympathized, half out of fear of being implicated and dodged.

"King, please calm down. Lord Nat is only doing his duty to convey the news sent from the front, and he is not negligent in his duties. I also ask the king to see that Lord Nat is old and forgive him for his unintentional mistakes." Said After all, although Nat, the unlucky old man, was not at fault, he had to let La Balsa on the Iron Throne have a step down, otherwise today he would definitely see the scene of blood splashing on the skull.

Tuquecha's timely rescue made Nat very grateful. If it wasn't for the fear that La Balsa would charge him with disrespect, he really wanted to hug Tuquecha's leg and cry.

With a cold snort, he glanced at Nat who was about to collapse. Such an old man should have been sent to the mountains to herd sheep long ago.If it weren't for his contribution to blocking the news of the massacre in the palace, the generals who were loyal to the weak brother in other cities could not rush to the rescue in time, and he would have thrown this lecherous old man to the Taurus Mountains.

Seeing that La Balsa's face softened slightly, Tu Kecha stepped forward, nodded slightly, and spoke respectfully. "My lord, the current situation is urgent, and we must deal with it as soon as possible. Whether General Ponta is alive or dead, we should find out as soon as possible, so that we can adjust the deployment of the generals ahead."

He sighed heavily, nodded, looked at a young official at the back of the crowd, and ordered: "Send someone to find out Ponta's life and death immediately. I want someone alive, and send the body back to me if he is dead. Send an order to the front Hetuba, let him take the place of Ponta temporarily. In any case, Ramonses must be blocked in the Sinai peninsula south of Syria. It's Tusha." He slapped the yellow armrest of the throne heavily, and shouted with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, I'm going to write a book and pass it on immediately." The young official bowed, took a few steps back, turned and walked towards the hall, walking hurriedly, with a sense of gratitude, at least today's fire didn't burn him .

The other officials, although they didn't get angry for the time being, didn't dare to neglect in the slightest. All of them hunched their shoulders and carefully observed the furious Labalza above the jade steps from the corner of their eyes, waiting for his summons at any time.

The huge throne, the shining gold seat, and the back of the chair made of dozens of iron swords behind it, the sharp long sword pointing to the sky, like a beast emitting cold light, bound by invisible chains Together, the roar that could not be released turned into a hard form, quietly waiting for the blood-licking moment when the sword is drawn again.

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The blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see; the light clouds float and pass by; the clear wind, carrying the sultry heat of midsummer, passes through the blue sky, leaving golden shadows of the sun...

A high-pitched bird song pierced through the clouds, piercing the dull calm of the summer afternoon, and accompanied by the whistling wind, it fell into the ears of passers-by at the corner of the mountain.

The guard looked up and saw a small black dot quickly across the dazzling blue sky. It was the hottest time of the day, and the strong sunlight made it impossible to look directly at the sky. The guard lowered his head and slapped yawn.

Before closing his mouth, an arrow suddenly plunged straight into the door frame of the carriage next to him, and the trembling tail of the arrow will not dissipate the power, which is scattered in the hot summer breeze through the trembling white arrow feathers ...

"Assassins, assassins! There are assassins, protect your lord, hurry, hurry!" The guard exclaimed, drew out the sword at his waist, and scanned the surroundings in panic, while the clumps of grass and bottomless woods became a natural barrier , protecting those who hide in it.

Dozens of guards beside the carriage drew their swords at the same time, surrounded the carriage, and stared at the woods vigilantly.

However, it was very quiet, except for the sound of the wind hovering in the valley, blowing violently past my ears.As far as the line of sight can see, there is nothing strange at all... Of course, if you can ignore the proud and straight arrow nailed to the wooden frame in the bright sunlight, the guards must believe that their companions have been baked by the sun for too long. Dazzled.

"What's the matter?" A panicked question came from inside the carriage, and the curtain was raised, revealing a face that was so fat that its facial features were squeezed into a ball.

"My lord, there are assassins. Put down the curtain and get in the car." The captain of the guard stepped back to the side of the car and said to the man in the car, his eyes still staring at the surroundings.

The man was completely frightened, and the curtain was pulled down with a whoosh, only to hear the man's trembling order from the car, and he lost his former prestige. "Catch the assassin! Quick, quick, get out of here immediately." After speaking incoherently, he patted the wall of the car, signaling the driver to move on.

The coachman glanced around in fear, and wanted to leave this valley that was often infested by bandits as soon as possible. With a short whip in his hand, he yelled at the horse, and the car slowly started to move forward again.

The guards moved forward slowly along with the car, not missing a single suspicious spot.

"Are you going up first, or should I go up first?" On a relatively flat bend that slanted down the valley, a young man asked with a smile brighter than the sun, his white teeth shining brightly in a good mood.

What answered him was the black back of the galloping horse beside him. The pure black cloak fluttered like waves of sunlight, like a thick cloud wrapped in a storm, heading straight for the valley.

"It's not fair, I didn't say anything, I ran away first." The man's gentle smile was completely different from the restlessness that slowly rose in his eyes, every movement and stillness, perfectly reflected in the handsome young face.

He pulled up the mask to cover most of his face, leaving only a pair of playful black eyes. With a low heck, the horse under him stepped on the gravel on the ramp and rushed down.

The black figure who entered the valley one step ahead of him had already exchanged hands with the guards. Sitting on a horse, he easily dealt with the six or seven guards rushing up with their swords up.

The body under the densely wrapped black cloak makes it difficult to distinguish between men and women.However, his clean and neat movements were swift but also faintly revealing a hint of carelessness.

"It turned out to be Master Lushiha of Kasduo City, ha! Today is really lucky!" The young man laughed loudly, very satisfied with today's prey.

"I know it's Mr. Lushiha, you little thieves should retreat obediently, otherwise you will be overwhelmed." The captain of the guard shouted, while commanding his subordinates to quietly surround the two sitting on the horse.

The man patted the cloth bag on the saddle, and his rather smug tone caused everyone to frown. "It's just right for walking around. See, today's bag is big enough. Feel free to put in whatever you have. I'm not picky, as long as it's gold, silver and jewelry."

Knowing that there was nothing to say to this group of gangsters who only had money but no life in their eyes, the captain of the guard gave an order, and the guards who had opened the encirclement rushed forward together with their swords raised.

"I'll get the money, you deal with them." Such a caring comrade-in-arms, what more do you want for your husband!