swear to love heaven

Standing with his hands behind his back, his face against the light and his cold eyes blocked the invasion of the warm sun and autumn light, and stood silently in the bright golden light of the tent, without saying a word.

Shocked and angry, Kalixi lost her thoughts. Facing such a cold and silent Lemomenna, she was speechless for a while, surrounded by deep loss and breathing, and she trembled slightly.

Not long after, Da Wuxia's respectful voice appeared outside the tent door. "Your Highness."

"Come in."

The moment Da Wuxia lifted the curtain and stepped in, he found a strange atmosphere in the tent, which seemed to be a confrontation between each other, as if a strange contest was going on between them.

"Choose one hundred brave warriors for me from your subordinates, and protect Khaleesi from now on. If the assassination plan fails and the Hittites come in, I want them to protect Khaleesi and retreat to a safe place." place, understand?"

Slightly startled, he nodded and replied: "Yes, the villain understands, I will arrange it immediately. Please rest assured, they will definitely protect His Highness Kalixi's Zhouquan with their own lives."

Nodding, the voice is low. "Go down."

"Leave, villain." Nodding his head, he turned to salute Khaleesi who had been silent all the time, and Davsha turned and left.

Putting one hand on the table, raised her eyebrows lightly, and met Kalixiyin's surprised eyes with a slight smile, and then the moment her face turned red, the smile widened.

"Are you satisfied, stubborn little princess?"

"Lie...Momena..." Weeping, choking hoarsely.

Smile, shallow, very touching. "If, the plan fails, I--"

"I won't fail, you will never fail, you won't." He interrupted her aloud, trying to stop the soreness in the corners of his eyes, but in her "if", it turned into vertical and horizontal tears.

"I'm just saying that if, all possibilities must be considered in advance, don't worry." Walking towards her, walking slowly, the sun passed by the corner of the black robe, leaving gray shadows on the ground.

"Promise me one thing." Tears blurred the sound of the heartbeat, but some voices became clearer, such as the upcoming separation, such as the missing that was about to be blurted out, such as the...love that I don't know how to say.

"You said."

"Alive... come back to me." The trembling breathing is the expression of the raging grief; the trembling body is the result of cowardice and wantonness; the trembling heartbeat is the last struggle to be tortured by sadness and cowardice , a futile struggle.

"I..." A sigh weighed heavily on her heartbeat, causing her to suddenly feel trance-like and desolately exhausted. "...I can't promise you, sorry."

Kaxi was so scared, afraid that the gentle and mesmerizing smiling face in front of her would suddenly disappear into the breeze and dust. "Lemomena, promise me...promise me, will you?"

His throat tightened, his voice sank, and his eyes dimmed. "I can't just promise you what I can't do. I'm sorry, Khaleesi."

Give her a promise that she can't keep, and let her wait with hope on the brink of danger. It's better to cut off all hopes of Khaleesi now. Although it is cruel, it is also the most practical way at the moment.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips raised a relaxed line, picking up the bright but faint sunlight. "When we Hittites go to the battlefield, we will all receive a blessing symbolizing peace from our relatives. Kalisi, please give me one too!"

He raised his hand, wiped away the tear stains on his face, and asked choked with sobs: "What do you want?"

"That's it..." He stretched out his hand, picked up the pink hair band from Khaleesi's hair, twirled it with his fingertips, and took it off with a light pull. "It's my talisman now, I'll always carry it with me, it'll protect me, you can rest assured."

The tears that had just stopped raged again, bursting out of the eyes with the sadness that he could no longer hide, drowning his intermittent breathing together.

Round and round, he wrapped the pink headband that had returned to his hand after many twists and turns, and wrapped it around his left wrist, his eyes were light and his movements were meticulous...

"If I can come back to you alive, there is one thing I need to figure out." Without stopping, Lemomena said softly with a gentle smile like sunshine.

"What's the matter?" There was a pink hairband wrapped around her left wrist reflected in her blue eyes, as if her own heartbeat was also entangled with her life.

"Let's talk about it when I come back. At that time, I will confirm it myself."

"Okay." He took the hairband from Lemomena's hand, tied a knot, and gently scratched the hairband with his fingertips, as if reluctant to part with it.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand to hold Khaleesi's hand that was still on the hairband, retracted his five fingers, and clasped it tightly.

Slightly stunned, and then silently let the tears flow down the face over and over again, falling on the back of the two hands holding each other, winding and disappearing between the fingers so tight that even a breeze can't penetrate, the warm liquid choked the intermittent breathing Between them, one after another icy traces were drawn.

"Shh, don't cry, don't cry..." Taking a deep breath, the hoarse voice made me feel weak and vulnerable, I lowered my eyelids to block the obvious sadness, but the corners of my lips evoked a bitter arc, shallowly revealing Hesitant with pain and depression.

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In the evening, the camp seemed to be very quiet. Raschel had already gone to the back of the Hittite camp to investigate the situation. Kusina and Aziz were making final preparations for the attack on the Hittite camp tomorrow night. Na Zhao entered the big tent to discuss something.

Dozens of bonfires were scattered around, and the flickering golden-red light illuminated the sky above the entire camp. Soldiers patrolling back and forth shuttled between the white tents, vigilant for the movement of every plant and tree.

Glancing at the food on the table, Khaleesi sighed softly, frowned, and looked sad.

"Come on."

"His Royal Highness." The guards outside the tent have been replaced by Da Wuxia's subordinates.

Looking at the guards, he asked, "Are Lemomenna and Da Wuxia still in the tent?"

"Yes." Da Wuxia's subordinates were the same as himself, they were people who seldom talked.

His brows tightened again, and he sighed. "Understood, when Da Wuxia comes out, you come and tell me immediately."

"Yes." The guard withdrew from the door, the curtain was lowered again, and Night Breeze was blocked from the tent again.

I don't know what they were discussing, but after Da Wuxia entered the tent, Lemomenna ordered no one to disturb him, and the big tent was also tightly guarded.It seems that what they discussed is not only extremely important, but also very secret.

Khaleesi has always been curious and worried about the dead army.

Although little is known about them, there are very few records about them in the books I have read.However, from the frightened conversations of the servants in the palace, they have more or less heard rumors about the death army.

Abandoning the Lord for wealth, betraying one's trust and integrity, using any means... As long as it is the standard of villains you can think of, this army can almost match it.

However, they were dead set on Lemomenna, and obeyed her orders to fire on the Egyptians, and even attacked the millions of Hessian coalition forces in order to help her avenge.

The mystery of this, Khaleesi, can't guess at all, what method Lemomena used to turn the notorious death army into their loyal and reliable backbone.

Although there are many doubts and faint worries in their hearts, Kalisi also understands that at this moment, they can only count on this army, which is known for its joy in bloody killings, to fight against the mighty million Hessian-Syrian coalition army.

Thoughts were chaotic, like a mess that couldn't be figured out. Once again, Kalixi sighed heavily, staring at the flickering lights, and fell into deep thoughts.

Suddenly, the slight sound of the curtain being raised startled her, she turned her head and asked while eagerly speaking. "Is it da----"

The sound stopped abruptly, the eyes were inexplicably terrified, and the mouth was half-opened. The horror on his face was illuminated by the golden fire, and turned into a bloodless pale sharpness.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, Your Highness Khaleesi."

"You - why are you here?!"

Smiling, lightly brushing the red hair on her shoulders, the strands of her hair are flowing and flamboyant, just like her smile at the moment. "I need your help, Khaleesi."