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He raised his eyebrows contemptuously, with fierce eyes, and a stern tone. "La Balza, let's end it today."

"Kill her, kill her immediately!" He yelled madly at the guards beside him, his ferocious face was completely distorted, as if he saw a flood of beasts rushing towards him, the horror of nowhere to hide, the despair of imminent death .

With the fearless light in her deep eyes, she slowly looked around and was satisfied to find where her eyes touched. The Hittite warriors lowered their heads apprehensively. They all hide the hesitation of the dilemma, and even the fear of not knowing what to do.

Surprised and angry, he was even more worried about his situation. He didn't expect that the sudden appearance of Lemomena could bring such a huge impact to the Hittite warriors, making them ignore the king's orders and hesitate to act.

"A daughter of an abolished king, what fear is there? Whoever kills her will immediately be awarded the title of nobility, a city, and enter the House of Lords to participate in politics." There must be a brave man under the reward, and La Balsa made a desperate promise, so The huge temptation is not afraid that no one will fight... Honor, power, money, this is the greatest fatal temptation of human beings, and no one can escape the huge attraction of these flashy things.

Sure enough, someone responded.

Hada, Hetuba's lieutenant, drove forward, walked out from the front of the team, nodded to Rabalza, and said loudly: "I ask for orders to fight."

"Okay, General Hada is really brave. He killed the daughter of the deposed king. The general is the hero of Hittite."

Hada glared triumphantly at Lemomenna, who had not moved a hair. She was wearing a thin black robe and covered with a golden setting sun. No matter how you looked at it, she looked like an innocent woman, and she spoke contemptuously. "Yes, the minister must not disgrace His Majesty's trust."

Unfortunately, his arrogance only lasted for a blink of an eye in the end, and Hada still failed La Balza's trust.

He opened his mouth wide like a fish deprived of oxygen, trying to suck air in mouthfuls when he stared in horror and saw the blood gushing from his slit throat splashing in front of La Balsa's horse. , but because of the continuous rushing liquid in the opening and closing mouths, the oxygen is blocked from entering.Staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, Hada slowly slumped down like a broken wall that lost its support. The huge body that fell on its back stirred up a handful of sand and soil, which flew up and scattered in the circling wind.

The left hand hanging by the side turned into a bright and dazzling red because the linen absorbed blood, and the viscous liquid dripped down the yellow sand along the fingertips, and was immediately taken away by the quicksand, becoming a A pool of bloody smell of death...

The horror of the crowd, along with the beeping screams in the eardrums, took up the breath, not only the hands and feet were numb and trembling, but also the heartbeat, all sensory emotions were obliterated by the scene that just happened.

She killed Hada with her bare hands and slit his throat. She didn't use sharp weapons such as iron swords and copper knives, but her... left hand.

It seemed that he had long adapted to the panic that bloomed in people's eyes. Lemomena lowered his head lightly, untied the linen strips wrapped around his hands, and moved slowly in circles.

A section of pink ribbon slid out of the cuff, and lightly bumped into the fiery blue eyes. For a moment, the clear brown light jumped up, covering the blue flames, just for an instant.

Tuck the ribbon into the cuffs, cover it up, and move carefully, indifferent to the commotion around, with light eyes.

Just when her left hand was completely exposed to the gentle caress of the sun, she clearly heard the sound of gasping all around, which was like trembling horror, trembling doubt, and more hopeful and daunting retreat... ...Everything like this is sending a clear and clear message...No one dares to fight anymore.

Throwing down the blood-stained cloth, he raised his eyes and looked straight at La Balza who was sitting on the horse. In his eyes, he saw something more terrifying than fear...death.

Hur, smiled.Lemomena's silent smile, like a beautiful face of the god of death who despises all living beings, is soaked in violent arrogance, perfect and invulnerable.

"I waited 15 years for this moment, and I don't mind waiting a little longer. Do you deserve to shed the blood of the Temotus, La Balsa? Don't act like a woman who only knows to hide behind others. Stand up , try your luck!"

The aggressive method is usually very effective, especially when challenging the king of a country in public, this trick has been tried and won repeatedly.

Originally, the people scattered around who were still struggling to fight, sensed the changes in the formation, stopped fighting one after another, temporarily retreated to their own camp and waited and watched the changes.

Cusina and Davusia led their subordinates to closely monitor the situation in the formation, and at the same time sent orders to be ready to launch a breakout at any time, in case La Balsa's death at the hands of Lemomenna would cause the Hessian coalition forces to counterattack angrily.

At the same time, the Egyptian army led by Sharma had already dealt with the enemies blocking the way, and drove straight to the center of the formation to look for Lemomenna. In the meantime, it retreated towards the lower reaches of the Oren River like a wave.

The front line is too long, and the terrain along the river is winding and changeable. When Sharma saw the flag of the dead army flying in the distance in the evening light, she didn't know that a life-and-death battle was going on with the wind rustling in the river. Amidst the hype, the 15-year bloody curtain of revenge slowly opened.

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Ignoring the guard's stop, Khaleesi followed Sharma's footsteps, wading into the devastated Orondo River one after the other.

Fortunately, the Egyptian army cleared the way, and the Hessian coalition forces along the way had been cleared away, so that Kalixi did not encounter any enemies.After half an hourglass, they arrived at the area where the fierce battle was just now.

However, ignoring the scattered limbs and broken bodies on the ground, there was not a single living person in sight.The smell of blood in the wind was so strong that it was choking, and Kalixi continued to run towards the lower reaches of the Orondo River...

The guards around him rode beside him, trying to persuade and block him.Anxiously wanting to stop her from moving forward, she kept reminding that the front was the front line of the Hexu army, and that was the most dangerous area.

Khaleesi, however, neither spoke nor spoke.

The tightly knit brows are dotted with the blood-colored sunset, and the blue eyes stare at the light gray space ahead where the sky and the earth meet. The bottom of the eyes is full of thin light, glued to the empty and thick fear intertwined with tears and rays of light. Wiping the breeze that flew past her cheeks, she silently urged the horse to hurry, and with the mournful roar of the evening wind by the river, she galloped away with all her might.

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Persevering with the sword, Lemomena stood facing the wind, his calm and abnormal eyes did not show the slightest hesitation, and his determination and courage made people admire the courage of the former princess.

Among the millions of troops, she swore to take the life of the Hittite king. This is revenge with a mortal determination... She may never have thought of leaving the Orondo River alive. She risked her life to complete the 15-year day and night period The long-cherished wish of hope, I have to say that this is the heart of a brave man, and it is the act of a dead man.

However, anyone who is not blind can clearly see how big her chances are.

With extraordinary skills and invincibility, this nimble and vigorous woman has the speed of a wild beast's attack, but she can also be quiet and silent... It's like a light breeze blowing past you quietly, and you realize that there is another hair on your body. The wound, if it wasn't for the blood that brought the temperature out of the body, you probably wouldn't know where the injury was.

For a moment, La Balsa regretted that she was negligent in the past and left such a disaster, which led to her being forced into desperation today, and the army had to accept her challenge before.

However, the only blood left by Pietiha in the world has gone through 15 years of painstaking training, and it is obvious that he is no longer the child who can only sit on his father's lap and smile quietly... The Lemomena in front of him is extremely powerful , extraordinary, that strange cyan armor skin, as hard as armor, is both a weapon and a defense.

Her murderous intent was evident at a glance. With the protection of this layer of armor, the murderous intent flooding her eyes became more hearty and unrestrained.

Shallow wounds, deep wounds, of different sizes, spread all over La Balsa's strong body.Glancing at the newly added opening on the arm, the gurgling liquid scrambled to overflow, soaking the cuff in a moment.

"Do you want to know what he said when he knelt down and begged for mercy when I killed Pietiha with my own hands?" Suddenly, I wanted to provoke this woman who had been expressionless since just now, and I really wanted to hide behind that cold and resolute mask. , Seeing the angry and sad expression, I don't know why.

There was a slight tremor between the eyebrows, and the eyes were closed.Just for a moment, when she raised her eyes again, she was still as calm as before, and the continuous blue tongue of fire licked the brown pupils, polishing the temperature of the winter night.

"If the father knelt down, he must be repenting to the Hittite gods for the sins he committed for you; he must hope that the gods of the Anatolian plateau will forgive you for your cruelty and blood, and don't treat your crimes Angry, blame the innocent Hittite people. If the father begged you, he must be asking you to spare his relatives; he would rather die in disgrace than his beloved wife and young children. And go. La Balza, am I right?"

His eyes flashed, and the shocked expression could not escape Lemomena's sharp eagle eyes. Rabalza pursed his lips tightly, and a burning ruthlessness followed his darker and darker eyes, which were twisted and stiff. face.

There was no need for him to answer in person, La Balsa's face had already proved everything. The anger trapped in his heart was aroused by him. He took half a step forward, raised the sword in his hand, and stared deeply. "The Hittites on the battlefield won the world with the weapons in their hands, not with their mouths. La Balsa, save your energy and save it to go to the underworld to confess to the gods and my father and king!"

The falling voice was swept up by the passing wind, also lifted up by the biting evening wind, and her jumping figure... The exquisite sunset glow bloomed on the corner of the black robe, and the yellow sand bloomed on her Under the swiftly flying feet, one by one, the flowers bloomed tightly, and then faded and withered in the turbulent and circling wind valley, suddenly invisible.

With no way out, La Balza rushed forward, holding the long sword in both hands. He couldn't tell whether it was the extreme hatred, or the despair that evolved from this hatred, which illuminated his dark face. , the angry eyes have long lost the calmness of a king, leaving only a layer of crazy and brutal killing.