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The frantic running crowd, chaotic footsteps, rickety wooden frames, faces full of astonishment, flickering spears, dazzling hot sun... all became a foil for the assassination on the day of La Balsa's birthday celebration The supporting roles, those scenes of blood and mist, have completely portrayed the current precarious situation.

The royal guards poured in from all directions of the square, irresistible like a tide.In an instant, the atmosphere of celebration, which was still warmly cheering, was replaced by the sound of blood splattered on the spot. The fallen guards were in a row, and after a while, more guards filled the vacancies, holding swords and roaring towards the surrounding area. Man in black.

Aziz did not expect that the failure would come so quickly, and the only thing he could think of right now was to get Muhali out alive.

Putting an arrow on the bow, an arrow pierced the forehead of the screaming Hittite soldier rushing forward.

"Go!" Surrounded by swords and swords, Muhali shouted towards the tall buildings outside the square, where Aziz was lying in ambush.

Gritting his teeth, Aziz did not leave, but continued to draw his bow and shoot his arrows. The royal guard closest to Muhari slowly lowered his knife in mid-air with a look of panic in his eyes.

"Let's go!" Swinging the sword to the side, and cutting down another guard while drawing the sword, Muhali roared angrily, and more shouts drowned out his anxiety.

It was another arrow, and the moment Aziz saw a guard fall, the anxiety in Aziz's eyes deepened. More and more Hittite soldiers poured into the square, and the blackness was like a flood gushing over Muhali's body. figure.

He narrowed his eyes, trembled slightly between his brows, and hesitated.

"The tall building over there." An order came from the square, and Aziz's hiding place had been exposed.

Gritting his teeth, he raised his bow and arrow, and the long white feather arrow pierced through the hot temperature with a roar, and plunged into the flesh and blood of a Hittite soldier with Aziz's fire-like anger.

Withdrawing the arrow, he jumped down neatly to the platform on the top floor, and once again looked at the center of the square where the shadow of the sword was flickering, and urgent sadness flashed in his eyes. When he retracted his gaze, Aziz's figure had disappeared at the corner of a section of the terrace. .

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In the dark and damp dungeon, the walls covered with greasy moss gave off a pungent musty smell of decay, and a smell of death mixed with the smell of blood. In this solid stone cage, it spread from time to time along with other cells. The piercing screams spread in the air.

The heat released by the blazing torches, stuffy in a narrow space that is completely unventilated, turned the small room that was already scorching hot into a stove that can dry sweat instantly.

Walking on the water-stained road, Tukecha covered his mouth and nose, looked at Muhali tied to the wooden stake with gloomy eyes through the wooden fence.

That blood-stained face, although the edges and corners have been worn away by 15 years of long years, still reveals an arrogance that despises everything. The young general who was in charge of the Royal Guards at that time has now become a weather-beaten Chinese general. A young man, the most trusted confidant of the former Hittite king Pietiha, was nothing more than that.

The moment he raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corners of his mouth, Tukecha sighed softly, with a subtly triumphant tone. "General Muhari, long time no see, I really didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances."

Slowly raising his head, his vision was blurred by the blood dripping from his forehead.However, even after 15 years, he could still hear that cynical voice. "Tukcha, it seems that you enjoyed the days of being La Balza's dog."

"Crack!" A whip slashed across his entire chest from his left shoulder. His body was already bloody and bloody, and he didn't care about an invisible scar.

He waved his hand to signal all the people in the cell to retreat.Tuke pricked his cuff, and said lightly with disapproval: "Muhari, I have been looking for you for so many years, but you still delivered it to your door by yourself. You are too stupid to get to where you are today. If you were in those days, you--"

"Do you want me to learn from you and be a dog that Shi Jun killed arbitrarily?" Muhali interrupted him viciously, and Muhali spat out the blood foam in his mouth, panting for breath.

He smiled contemptuously, waved his hands, and glanced around the cell, with a sympathetic and regretful tone. "You are a good general, but not a wise man. Muhari, tell me the name of the mastermind and accomplice of this assassination, and I will ask the king to let you die of old age in this dungeon, how about it?"

Laughing until his breath became unsteady, and the wounds all over his body burst open in the undulating laughter, he still couldn't help but want to continue laughing. "Go and tell La Balza that coward, Hittite is ashamed of him, a turtle who killed his own brother, and doesn't deserve to sit on the Iron Throne."

With a sudden flick of his sleeves, Tukecha raised his sharp chin, and his eyes were radiating cold light. He squinted his eyes and spoke coldly. "Wait, Muhari, your death is near and you brought it on yourself."

He snorted contemptuously, turned his face away, and turned his eyes to the corner of the wall, not looking at Tuke again, as if he was some kind of dirty thing that would stain his eyes.

Turning around neatly, the wide robe raised a gorgeous luster that did not belong to the darkness of the dungeon, and he swung his arm.

The guard who had just retreated passed by and entered Muhali's cell.

"Give me a good treat, General."

"Yes." They answered in unison.

Stepping up the rough stone steps, the prison officer guarding the stairs hurriedly bowed and saluted, bent over and followed Tukecha, serving step by step.

"Strengthen the guards and closely monitor Muhali. If anything goes wrong, I will kill you." He walked hurriedly, looked sideways at the prison officer beside him, and confessed in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes, the villain obeys." He said repeatedly in fear.

"Go."

"Yes, the villain will leave." As soon as he received the amnesty, the prison officer turned and left, his steps hurried and flustered.

It has been 15 years, and Muhali has disappeared for 15 years. Why did he suddenly appear on the celebration to assassinate Rabalsa?

At that time, the national search for Muhali who escaped has been fruitless.A few years later, there was still no news of him, so the matter was over, assuming that he died in the deep mountains and wild forests around the Anatolian plateau.

For so many years, Muhali, who has been a dead man in the eyes of everyone, why would he risk his life to assassinate?

It is very difficult for him to lurk in the Hittite territory for many years without being discovered by the government alone; it is even more difficult to enter the tightly guarded square to assassinate...

It is conceivable that Muhali must have helpers, not one, not two, but a group of people... a group of idiots who are full of loyalty to the kingdom, and a group of desperate idiots.

The rest of the people who participated in the assassination with Muhali died.It was reported that several people escaped. Hattusa has already imposed martial law throughout the city, and they can only enter and search for suspicious persons from house to house.It is expected that they will not be able to escape the capital, just like a few mice stuffed in a jar, it will only be a matter of time before they are caught alive.

It's just that, right now, La Balsa is in a fit of anger, clamoring to kill all the officers in charge of guarding the square. Tukecha can understand his anger. After all, what the assassin wants is his head, and those guarding the imperial city inside and outside The officers of the army obviously did not fulfill their duties.

However, with so many nobles and royal families in Hattusha, it would not be beneficial to punish one's own people bloodily at this moment.Otherwise, I'm afraid it will cause negative effects. La Balsa's delay in conscripting himself has already dissatisfied the royal family and nobles to a large extent, let alone killing the guarding officers at this time...

Soldiers, in Hittite, where the military is the foundation of the country, have a noble and noble status, a priesthood that is as noble as sacrifices, and an important role second only to the monarch.

Anxious in my heart, the steps under my feet became more hurried.Suddenly, an ominous feeling appeared. There was war outside and assassination inside, and nothing went smoothly. Could it be that the gods were punishing La Balsa for the massacre and bloodshed that year?

Hittite's famous Iron Throne, is it really as rumored, only...

Realizing what he was thinking, he frowned suddenly, and the line of his stiff lips turned pale. With the brightening sun outside the corridor, Tukecha's eyes gradually darkened, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Bring me the high priest." .”

The attendant beside him bowed and answered carefully. "Yes, the villain will go immediately."