swear to love heaven

"Do you think you can sneak into the palace without anyone noticing by pretending to be a wizard? You were discovered as soon as you entered the Acropolis. The reason why you were not arrested immediately was to induce you to fall into this iron wall. I see what you are going to do." Escape from here." Sitting on the soft chair carried by four people, Nam'an laughed arrogantly and wantonly, staring coldly at the enemies who had been surrounded heavily, and his smile was extremely cheerful.

"Are you the king of Mycenae who didn't declare war on Hittite in an open and aboveboard manner?" The thin lips under the mask were pulled together, and the playful tone of defiant, soaked in a domineering and violent atmosphere, followed the cloak flying in the wind, Slowly and silently seeping into the eyes of everyone.

"Bold, how dare you insult the son of the sea god! You want to die!" Fei Sier stepped forward with his eyes wide open, pointing his sword at the person who spoke presumptuously in front of him.

Nam'an's rare good demeanor, he waved his hand indifferently, raised his chin frivolously and contemptuously, and asked, "Who are you?"

The face hidden under the wide wind, slowly turned to the direction of Nam'an, raised his hand unhurriedly, and the white hood slid down from the top of his head, revealing a head of light brown curly hair, the mask was torn off with fingertips, soft The linen fell against his cheek, and fell in a leisurely whirl at his feet.

Slowly raised his head, stared directly at Nam'an like a torch, and the flame-quenched blue light burst out from the depths of his pupils, leading to a burning blue flame, as if from the underworld. The ghost that got out suddenly froze the surprised and frightened eyes of the people around.

Shocked and horrified, unable to believe everything in front of him, Nam'an stared at that strange face that made it hard to breathe... Undoubtedly, it was the handsome face of a young woman.

However, what is that blue thing that looks like armor but not armor, and scales but not scales?

Unable to explain why, he felt a chill seeping out from under his skin, and his stomach convulsed vaguely, when his eyes wandered on that strange skin.

Suddenly, his expression changed, he held on to the handrail tightly, and there was a tingling pain from his nails digging into the wood. Namu'an managed to hold his rapid breathing, and his voice trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"You are, you are..." Impossible, absolutely impossible, he rejected his frightened guess in his heart.

"Yes." He raised his eyebrows flirtatiously, and said a word in a nonchalant manner, completely breaking Namu'an's pretended calm.

Panicked, he raised his hand, pointed at the young woman in front of him tremblingly with his fingertips, and shouted incoherently. "Come on, grab her, quick! She is Lemomenna, she is the Hittite regent! Grab her, quick!"

In an instant, the scene fell into chaos.

Some were dazed, some were frightened, some were surprised, some were flustered, and some were at a loss. Various expressions flashed quickly on different faces. Those Mycenaean soldiers stood hesitantly in the sea wind circling around with their weapons in their hands. However, they are still hesitant.

It has long been heard that the young regent of Hittite has a strange armored skin, is not afraid of fire, and is not afraid of swords... The gods protect her, and she is also the protector of the Anatolian plateau. God of the world.

Originally thought that these legends were just rumors boasted by the Hittites, until they saw the regent with their own eyes, they had no choice but to believe... Believe that in this world, there really are people like gods.

Can man fight against God?

"You left someone who doesn't belong to you. I'll take her home and hand over Khaleesi. I'll consider negotiating. Otherwise, I'll destroy your Mycenae." She said, madly like A handful of flames, even stronger.

He leaned forward, clasped his fingers tightly on the armrest, clenched his teeth, finally calmed down his frightened mood, and glared. "Negotiation? Why do you talk to me? Khaleesi is in my hands, and now even you have become my prisoner. Lemomena, you don't have a single bargaining chip, why don't you just surrender obediently. Perhaps, I will Give you a decent death."

With a very light cold snort, eyes lowered, he untied the cloth strip wrapped around his left hand, and his movements were neither tight nor slow.The wind outside the corridor was very light, and the fine cloth strips scattered in circles were melodious in the wind, attracting people's attention slowly and silently with a beautiful gesture.

"I stand here as a bargaining chip." The fingertips loosened, and the white cloth slipped from the wrist, falling softly and enchantingly on the ground.

His eyes were startled, and then he said angrily: "Stop being arrogant here, look around, your time of death has come."

"Your stupidity ruined Mycenae." Smiling, the moment the corner of his lips raised, his figure moved suddenly.

The figure is like a vigorous leopard, with pure and instinctive agility.In the blink of an eye, blood lingered on the tip of her sword, accompanied by the muffled sound of cold metal piercing the flesh, and the hot red streaked through the air, very charming and dazzling.

The moment she made a move, Da Wuxia gave an order, and the Hittite warrior tore off the cloak used for camouflage, pulled out the weapon hidden in the cloak, and attacked the Mycenaeans rushing around.

Suddenly, the blood light entangled with the sparks from the collision of metals, blooming together in the sound of fighting.

"Protect the king, stand back." Fei Sier reprimanded, raising his sword and rushing towards the Hittites.

The four carried their chairs and kept moving back. At the same time, rows of Mycenaean guards gathered in front of Nam'an from both sides, forming an impenetrable human wall to protect him.

"Bring Kalixi here." Nam'an whispered to the guard beside him.

The guard nodded, turned and ran away.

Watching the scuffle with cold eyes, Nam'an knew very well that the winner must be himself, with Kalixi as a hostage, and now Lemomenna has thrown himself into the trap, no matter how brave the Hittites are, they will be surrounded by heavy soldiers, waiting for their physical strength Exhausted, the arrogant regent will become his own prisoner.

At that time, Mycenae could drive straight into the Anatolian plateau without a single soldier, and the mighty Hittite Empire would end in its own hands.

Watching the situation closely, Namuan frowned when he saw three Mycenaeans fall at Lemomenna's feet at the same time. The bloody and incomplete body really made him sick.

The robe on Lemomena's body was covered with blood, and the flowers bloomed in full bloom.But her face was still calm, so quiet that people would have the illusion that it was a cold mask with no expression.

However, the line of her tightly pursed lips could vaguely discern a curve that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, which formed a very sharp contrast with her pair of piercing blue eyes, one was leisurely and leisurely, the other was bloodthirsty and violent.

How could there be such a woman?In the net of near death woven by swords, lights, swords and shadows, she can still be so calm and unhurried, as if she is just enjoying a gorgeous firework, too lazy and presumptuous, and supercilious and frightening.

Disdainful for a moment, the ground in the courtyard outside the corridor was covered with bright colors. With the breeze blowing, a strong smell of blood seeped from the mutilated corpses and spread in the air that gradually warmed up near noon. The pungent smell made people want to vomit .

Obviously, the Mycenaeans who occupy the home field advantage are much more than the Hittites.However, there were also several times more Mycenaeans than Hittites who fell.

I have to admit that Khaleesi was right.

These peoples who came from the Anatolian plateau were indeed born for war. After seeing their combat capabilities with their own eyes, Namu'an is very glad that he has the weakness of Lemomena in his hands--- - Khaleesi.

"My lord, they're here." The sent guard came back, escorting Khaleesi behind him.

Nam'an glanced at Kalisi, paused for a while on her pale face, then looked back and spoke loudly.

"The Hittites lay down their weapons, or--" He waved his hand, motioning for the guards to escort Khaleesi forward.

At such a critical moment, laying down the weapon is tantamount to seeking death, but seeing the person being escorted forward by the soldiers, the Hittites helplessly stopped the counterattack in their hands. The hand holding the weapon did not know what to do, and kept raising the sword. The stalemate of wielding a knife.

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Standing in the sea breeze full of bloody smell, they looked at each other, their eyes intertwined, and the breeze intertwined their breathing.

For a brief moment, the world seemed to be clean and only the two of them remained, one frowning and holding a sword, the other tearful.

Through the murderous time, quietly, listening to the intense and urgent heartbeats in each other's chests, the same rhythm conveys the same thoughts.

"Are you injured?" Lemomena asked with a calm expression, but his tone revealed deep concern.

"No." Swallowing trembling breath, he answered lightly.

"Keep you waiting too long."

"I knew you would come."

Namu gave him a wink, and Fei Sier immediately signaled his subordinates to narrow the encirclement, and calmly approached the Hittites in the courtyard.

Aziz noticed the strangeness in the surroundings, and exchanged glances with Da Wuxia. The two led their subordinates to move slowly towards the corridor and gather together, trying to protect Lemomon at close range before Mycenae strikes again. Na and Khaleesi.

Lemomenna had already noticed the change in the surrounding environment. She took a step towards Kalisi, and saw the guard beside Kalixi holding a sword in front of her with vigilant eyes. The bronze sword reflected a ray of sunlight. , forcing Lemomenna to stop.

The fearless sharp sword was in front of him, and the blue eyes were tightly attached to the person who was thinking about it, and he asked softly. "Remember what I said to you in my letter?"

"Remember... protecting Hittite is my mission. Hittite's safety is more important than my personal feelings. Don't be afraid to fight Mycenae because you are worried about your safety. On the contrary, I will do my best to defeat Hittite for you. The enemy of the ladder." Sharper and colder than the sword lying in front of Khaleesi, was Lemomena's eyes, her brows were unconsciously frowned, and she spoke every word.

"Exactly. Now, I want you to fulfill this sentence, Lemomena." She smiled gracefully, as gentle as ever.

"...Kalisi." Her eyes flickered slightly, her voice was hoarse and depressed, and her always confident bright smile darkened a lot. "You know, I can't do it."

Namu'an laughed out loud with arrogance and arrogance. He seemed to have seen the wonderful picture of the Mycenaeans occupying the Anatolian Plateau.

Ignoring Nam'an's arrogance behind her, she raised her hands and gently stroked the braids on her shoulders. "Look, do I look pretty with my hair tied up like this?"

"Very beautiful." Laughing, tender and heartbreaking.

"It's the first time I braided my hair, and I tried several times before I succeeded." The fingertips slid down the braid all the way, with a faint look, also sliding along the fingertips.With her fingers resting on the string at the end of the braid, she smiled and raised her eyes, the ice blue eyes were filled with a thin mist for some reason. "Lemomena... for me, you have to live!"

As the last word disappeared from the lips of Khaleesi, she untied the hair tie...

The long black hair that had lost its shackles trembled in the wind in an instant, and under the surprised gazes of the people, a dagger fell from among the dark threads——

The moment she held the dagger, Khaleesi's smile was as gorgeous as a flower that captured people's mind under the sun, delicate and fragile.

With such a beautiful and indifferent smile, she turned the dagger and pierced her abdomen.

Staring in horror, Lemomena was stunned at this moment!

The picture in his eyes was frozen in the moment when Kalixi slowly fell down, and in the sudden panic of everyone...

Commotion... Shouts... Silhouettes... Fighting!

"Kalisi!" Almost screaming, she rushed towards the fallen figure, the pain was so painful that she didn't know how to breathe at all, Lemomena swung his sword and slashed at the Mycenaean who tried to trap her, in her eyes Unable to discern the slightest bit of humanity, those green eyes gleaming with tears were brimming with tears, staring eagerly at Khaleesi lying in a pool of blood through the gaps between the constantly shaking figures.

The rest of the people were shocked by the scene at this moment. After half a moment of stupefaction, the Hittites launched a fierce offensive. When the little princess brought them a turning point with her own life, the Hittites One can imagine the grief and indignation.

Mycenae still fought hard, and more soldiers rushed in from the palace. With their superiority in numbers, they did not give up fighting even if they suddenly lost their biggest bargaining chip.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Da Wuxia saw Lemomenna who was surrounded but didn't know it, and only rushed forward. He shouted anxiously, leading several people to open a bloody road with difficulty, trying to protect the man who had lost his mind. Lemomena.

Clenching his left hand, Lemomena broke the Maixi man's neck, and then raised his sword with his right hand to open the other man's abdomen, blood and internal organs splashed out.As soon as he took a step, several Mycenaean soldiers surrounded them, killed them all, and were replaced by others.

The road leading to Khaleesi is endless...more people, more blood, blocked Lemomenna who was on the verge of madness.

A barrier surrounded by a sea of ​​people prevented her from rushing to Khaleesi's heart, causing her to fight wildly and instinctively.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, the guards protected Nam'an and retreated to the back porch.

Nam'an hurriedly swept towards Kalixi, she was already in a state of insanity, bright blood gushed out from the wound in her abdomen, gathered under her curled up body, and flowed down the steps like a stream of gorgeous liquid.

She never expected that she would hide a weapon, let alone that this seemingly weak little princess would choose such a way to help Lemomena...to end her own life in order to destroy the future of Mycenae. Her purpose of blackmailing Hittite...to be brave, fearless, and decisive.

Seeing that his plan had come to nothing, Namuan stared angrily at the Hittites who were fighting desperately, and he yelled angrily at his soldiers: "Kill all the Hittites for me, and don't leave a single one alive!"

The light of the knife flashed, but the blood remained; the edge of the sword flashed, and the scorching sun shone.

The exquisite palace was filled with screams, the hot thick blood was flying like a downpour in the dim yellow wind, and the bright sunlight could not pierce the dim mist.

A sword cut the opponent's neck, and at the moment when a handful of blood gushed out along the broken trachea, Lemomena turned around and walked towards Khaleesi who was one meter away.

Kneeling staggeringly beside her, the sword slipped from his hand, Lemomenna couldn't restrain the trembling of extreme fear, stretched out his hand and carefully hugged Khaleesi with her eyes closed.

"...Kalixi..." Called her very lightly, her mournful eyes stared at the snow-white face in her arms, a swipe of water wiped away the bloodthirsty green flames in her eyes, and restored the gentle and dense brown color.

Slightly opening her heavy eyelids, deep tiredness, accompanied by severe pain, continuously eroded Kalixi's consciousness.His vision was very blurred, and he could hardly see the people close at hand. He wanted to reach out and touch this handsome face he hadn't seen for a long time, but found that his arms were as heavy as his eyelids, and he couldn't lift them up at all.

"I...it's fine, don't...you don't...don't worry." It was quite difficult to speak, and she spoke intermittently. She frowned in pain, her body seemed to have fallen into icy water, and the breath around her mouth became colder and colder.

The tears gushing out of her eyes were like her timidity at this time, and there was nowhere to hide. "Kalixi... don't leave me, please, don't leave me..."

Twirling the corners of her lips, she gave a weak smile, and she groped to put on Lemomena's hand on her waist. The familiar body temperature penetrated into her gradually numb body along her fingertips, bringing her wisps of warmth . "...I've counted, no, no damage to... the internal organs. I won't... won't... leave... you... won't..."

A series of uncontrollable coughs interrupted her words, the sweet fishy smell around her mouth, and the liquid overflowing from the corners of her lips, viscous and bright.

Afraid of hurting her, he didn't dare to hug her too tightly, examined her pale face, and then looked at the wound.The dagger is still there, and if it is pulled out it will cause profuse bleeding.Bright red blood quickly oozes from the edge of the wound, and in a blink of an eye, the white dress is already soaked red.

"Forget it?! You----" There was shock, anger, and... too much distress.

"Your Highness, take the princess to the house, let's stand here, go!" Aziz turned his back to them and was fighting with several people. He led his subordinates to try to block the continuous stream of Mycenaeans.

I hope that the people left behind when they entered the Lion's Gate can settle the guards inside the gate as soon as possible, and open the impenetrable gate that cannot be broken through from the outside from the inside.At that time, Bikun and Yeda outside the city will be able to successfully attack the Acropolis, otherwise they will not last long in the palace alone.

Carrying Khaleesi in their arms, the two subordinates pushed open the door for them, and when they entered the room, the door was closed behind them immediately, cutting off the stale air soaked in the smell of blood outside, and the loud sound of fighting still lingered.

After sweeping around the room, she put Kalixi on the couch.

Observing her injury, warm blood continued to overflow from the wound. At this speed, Khaleesi could only last an hourglass hour at most.

Throat tightened, leaned over her face, and spoke infinitely softly. "Khaleesi, don't fall asleep, stay awake."

"..." She moved her lips, raised and closed her eyelids, and her consciousness became blurred.

"I'm going to pull out the dagger to help you stop the bleeding. There will be some pain, so you have to bear with it." He took out a small bag from the skirt and took out two vials.Hittite warriors always carried these hemostatic medicines with them. Although they could not stop the bleeding immediately, they could shrink the wound and slow down the amount of bleeding.

"……it is good."

Pulling off the cap of the vial, Lemomena grasped the short handle of the dagger. The trembling from her fingers made her unable to hold the dagger tightly. Her heartbeat was chaotic, and her eyes were disturbed by the bright blood that covered Kalixi's abdomen.

"Le... Lemomena..."

Suddenly, a small voice penetrated into Lemomenna's ears, she was startled, and hurriedly looked at Kalisi. "What?"

She slowly turned her face away, trying to see her appearance clearly, but her vision became blurred unknowingly, and a line of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth tore apart the pale smile she tried so hard to raise. "take me Home."

He was stunned for a moment, and then overwhelming sadness struck, almost crushing Lemomena's remaining willpower.

Nodding, with a stiff breath blocked in his throat, trembling tears in his eyes, a gentle and sad mist lingered in his eyes, he bent down close to Kalisi's ear, and said softly but firmly: "Okay, Kari Hee, I'll take you home."

Hearing her words, Kalixi smiled, and a ray of light burst out of her dark eyes, like the immature morning light approaching the sky in the early morning, weak and strong.