A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The drizzle is falling, and the raindrops are lightly hitting the young leaves that have not grown for a long time. During this short rest period, the tired war horse either lowers its head to eat the tender grass under its feet, or devours the soybeans fed by the owner. How much recovery Gained a little strength.

The cavalry also took advantage of this time to gobble up the dry food they carried with them, trying to replenish their strength as much as possible.

The boy sat quietly on the rock, holding a water bag in his hand, seemingly drinking water, but the left hand holding the water bag did not move.

He kept his head sideways, looking west.

The direction from which Tyr led the Gastard cavalry fled.

Fine raindrops fell on his face, and the wet blond hair stuck to his cheeks, neck, and fell from the same wet shoulders.

The golden pupils reflected the distant horizon, and the little rain curtains reflected in it, as if his eyes were covered with a hazy mist.

Garlan looked ahead, his eyes lost.

"Your Highness, please eat something."

A guard knight came over and handed the food to Garlan.

"no need."

Garlan shook his head.

He can't eat it.

The knight looked at him worriedly, and finally left helplessly.

Garlan withdrew his gaze, raised his head and took a sip of water.

He lowered his head, his slender eyelashes seemed to be stained with a little mist, and they looked a little heavy when they hung down.

feeling bad.

He couldn't tell what the pain was.

I just feel that the head, chest, heart... and even the whole body are uncomfortable.

By this moment, the Gastadians may have crossed the border and fled into Kanal.

Even if he chased him now, he couldn't cross the border, he could only stand on the border and watch the other party walk away.

He was very unwilling.

Simply... cross the border and chase after...

As soon as this thought came to the bottom of my heart, Garlan suppressed it forcibly.

He abandoned the army and led his troops to pursue Tire regardless of the overall situation, which was already a very willful behavior.

He couldn't continue to be willful any longer.

The boy pursed his lips tightly.

Brother Wang...

Shouting this name silently from the bottom of his heart, Garlan closed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously clenched the water bag in his hand tightly, the water inside was squeezed out, and it got wet all at once. He held the water bag tightly finger.

But he didn't realize it.

Something warm gently licked the rain off his cheek.

Garlan opened his eyes and met a pair of brown eyes.

The big lion looked at him, let out a low howl, then leaned over and gently rubbed Garlan's cheek with his big head.

It seemed to sense Garlan's sadness, so it leaned over to comfort him.

Garlan put his arms around Nigan's fluffy head. The outer layer of mane was a bit damp, but the inner mane was dry and warm to the touch.

The boy buried his face in the lion's thick mane, and the soft and warm touch calmed him down a little.

"Sorry, Nega, you have worked so hard to follow me, but you can't do anything..."

He put his arms around his big lion and spoke softly to it.

Nega seemed to understand what he said, and let out a low groan again, lowered his head to rub against Garlan, squatted obediently in front of Garlan and let him hug him, and remained motionless.

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horseshoes broke this quiet moment.

Garlan looked up and saw a few cavalrymen galloping towards the west in the rain.

They were cavalry sent out to scout ahead.

Garlan's heart tightened, and his arm around Nega tightened subconsciously.

he thinks.

These cavalry who went to reconnaissance must have come back to report to themselves the bad news that the Gastades had fled into Kanal.

However, even if he is unwilling to accept it, he must face the reality.

The pursuit of Tire can only go so far, he can no longer let the tens of thousands of cavalry troops accompany him to continue the unnecessary pursuit, wasting time and energy.

Taking a deep breath, Garlan, who was mentally prepared, let go of Nega and stood up.

And the cavalry leader who came back had already found him, got off his horse and hurried over, kneeling in front of him on one knee.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The cavalryman's face was covered with water, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat. He was panting quickly, trying to keep his words clear.

"Gastard's army is ahead, fighting our army!"

"what?"

Garlan was stunned.

"The Gastadians are engaging one of our troops!"

impossible!

Almost all the western borders have fallen, and there are no troops on the border. Where can the army intercept the Gastades?

... no, wait.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in Garlan's mind.

Could it be... Heymos? !

That's right.

Must be him!

The gray mist covering the golden pupils suddenly dissipated and brightened up, and the young man's gaze towards the western border was once again glowing.

"Leave immediately! Go support!"

…………

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It's still raining, not too much, just a little bit.

The grass that has been moistened by this drizzle for a week is green, and the greenness spreads endlessly.

Not far from the western border, the stronghold that had been destroyed by the Garstad army and had been deserted for several months was once again boiling and making noise.

Even the cold raindrops can't extinguish the flames of war here.

The sound of galloping horseshoes shook the ground.

Cavalrymen in armor of different colors passed by on horseback in the misty drizzle.

Blood sprayed in the rain.

When the horseshoes stepped on the muddy grass, the black muddy water splashed away.

The Aaron Landis and Gastad fought fiercely.

One is to kill and open a way to live.

One to recapture a once-lost glory.

The two sides strangled each other fiercely, and no one took half a step back.

The hoarse roar mixed with the sound of horseshoes and the fierce impact of weapons echoed in the drizzle.

And in the very center of the battlefield, the knight in black armor collided with the knight in white armor again.

A bang.

It was the loud noise when the blades of the two knights collided.

The two figures crossed and separated.

The golden-red eyes reflected the white figure on the opposite side, and a cold light flashed across Heymos's eyes, making one's heart palpitate for no reason.

Tyre looked at the dark figure indifferently.

Although it was not the first time they met, they had looked at each other countless times on and below the walls of the royal city.

But it was the first time that they fought hand to hand and fought fiercely together like now.

【The Black Knight of Hell】.

Tyre thought.

It is indeed worthy of the name.

The battlefield where they fought was almost untouched.

As they charged at each other, an invisible cyclone swirled around them, scattering the raindrops that fell on the cold iron of their armor in all directions.

A strong sense of oppression enveloped them all around, compressing the air in this area like mud.

Strong duel.

At the moment when these two knights, who were also far more powerful than mortals, were fighting desperately, the evil spirits all over their bodies burst out.

The overwhelming aura spreading around made it difficult for others to take a step closer.

Heymos stared at Tyre without blinking, and tensed his whole body.

This is the most powerful enemy he has encountered so far.

He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, loosened it a little, and clenched it again, in order to make the numb feeling in the tiger's mouth disappear as soon as possible.

Tyr overwhelmed him in strength.

In the battle just now, he had clearly felt this.

Clenching the hilt of the sword again, the muscles on Heymos' arm bulged and tensed to the limit.

The fighting spirit in his eyes staring at Tire did not weaken at all, but became more vigorous.

There was a fierce wolf-like light in his eyes.

The strength is inferior to the opponent, that does not mean that he cannot defeat the opponent——

Next second

Heymos let out a heavy breath.

Tyre gave a sharp tug on the reins.

I don't know who will move first.

Or maybe at the same time.

Once again they galloped towards each other.

There was a muffled bang, and the sharp blades fumbled together in the rain, making a sharp and piercing friction sound.

Even in the drizzle, the sparks from the friction of the iron blade still flew everywhere.

Heymos suddenly felt a move in his heart.

The power from the opponent's giant sword seemed to have decreased by a point.

An extremely small amount of power.

If it were someone else, they might not notice it at all, and it would make no difference to them.

However, Till's current opponent is Heymos.

He clearly felt this slight change, raised his head, and looked deeply at his enemy with probing eyes.

……

Tyre's breathing was a little short, and the rain-wet silver-white hair was tightly attached to his forehead, and the water droplets from the end of the hair left water marks on his cheeks.

The tiredness of the body is stronger than before for some reason, and the breathing is also a little disordered.

His clothes were soaked, half from the drizzle that fell, and half from the sweat seeping from his body.

He felt himself sweating profusely.

The wet clothes were tightly attached to the skin. When the wind passed by, the coolness should have penetrated into the skin, but at this moment, he felt that the skin was slightly warming.

In fact, during the day and night when he led his troops to flee, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with his body, but because the feeling was so slight, he didn't take it to heart, thinking it was just that he was too tense and tired during this period of time.

However, at the moment when he had to mobilize all his strength and energy due to the confrontation with that 'black knight', he realized that there was really something wrong with his body.

Physical strength is exhausted faster than usual.

The body is slightly hot.

Breathing is more rapid and irregular than usual.

The strength is also weaker than usual.

……

This situation is very similar to...

'plague'.

This word suddenly appeared in his mind, which made his chest tighten suddenly.

No.

impossible.

He flatly denied it in his heart.

A drop of water fell from his forehead and slid down the tip of his nose.

No matter what he was thinking in his heart, Tire's handsome face was still expressionless, without any human emotions.

But there seemed to be a cluster of cold flames burning in the depths of his pupils, with destructiveness like a blizzard, burning everything reflected in his eyes.

He won't lose.

Will not lose to any plague, will not lose to anyone!

He is Tyre.

Be the strongest warrior in this world!

Tyr suddenly galloped his horse towards Heymos.

The huge sword in his hand slashed down fiercely.

He accumulated all his strength in this sword, and then burst out suddenly.

Heymos raised his sword reflexively to meet him, but his wrist sank from the blow of the sword, and his tiger's mouth was faintly numb again.

His heart also sank.

What a powerful force——

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his arms were tensed to the limit, and even his forehead had faint bulging veins.

But even with all his strength, the terrifying force still pressed down on him bit by bit with the giant sword.

Tyre's eyes were full of fierceness.

He is the King of Gastard!

One day, his horseshoes will cover this land!

He is invincible!

invincible--

Suddenly, a piercing sound sounded.

Behind Tyre, a sharp arrow pierced the rain, galloping like lightning.

The point of the arrow that was shining with cold light was about to penetrate the back of Tyre's neck——

Tyre dodged abruptly.

The sharp arrow grazed his cheek fiercely, leaving a bloodstain on his side cheek.

He turned back.

In the distance behind him, a young man with a war bow stood on a horse, and his blond hair, which was still as bright as before in this gloomy sky, was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Tyre's pupils suddenly dilated.

The Crown Prince of Aaron Landis!

If this person is here, it means——

Tyre turned his head abruptly, his eyes hurriedly looking at the entire battlefield.

The battlefield that was still in a stalemate just now has completely changed its appearance at some point.

The lion flags with red background and gold pattern are flying in the rain, one is in front and the other is in the back, as if echoing each other.

The sound of horseshoes and roars shook the ground, and the countless cavalry of Aaron Landis attacked from the rear. Led by Xinyas, who has natural supernatural power, they fiercely tore apart the Gastard army. rear.

The Garstad cavalry, who were flanked back and forth, suddenly became chaotic.

At this moment, the army was defeated like a mountain.

The white Garstad cavalry was almost submerged by the raging black and red waves in an instant.

Surrounded by countless Aaron Landis cavalry, they had no chance of escaping.

Just as Tire was scanning the battlefield with a livid face, suddenly a sword stabbed at him obliquely.

Keng!

He held the sword with his backhand and threw it away.

Just as he was about to strike back with his horse, there was another sound of piercing through the air beside him, and a sharp arrow shot from afar forced him to give up the attack, and raised his sword to block the arrow instead.

With a ding, the sharp arrow bounced off the blade.

He was about to gallop his horse towards Garlan in the distance, but Heymos, who sensed his intention, stopped his horse and stood in front of him, and slashed at him heavily with his sword again.

Tyre gritted his teeth and had to fight Heymos again.

However, at this moment, a lion's roar came suddenly, and the air shook slightly for a moment.

During the battle with Heymos, Tire suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge golden-brown figure pounced towards him out of the corner of his eye.

It's that damned lion!

He swung his sword to force Huimos away, and he kicked the horse's belly hard, trying to make it dodge.

But Tire's mount was no longer the steed white horse that accompanied him in the north and south. After running and fighting for a long time, it was exhausted.

The roar of the King of Beasts just now scared it even more.

Although it was a war horse, the animal's natural fear of ferocious beasts caused it to lose control in an instant, disobeying orders and running wildly.

Nega took advantage of the situation and pounced, threw the war horse to the ground, and bit off its neck.

Before the lion could pounce, Tyre leaped forward and dismounted from his horse.

He rolled on the spot and was about to roll over and stand up.

Suddenly, his head became dizzy, and his vision blurred for a moment, making his movements pause for a second.

Just a second of pause.

Maybe not even a second.

But in a duel between the strong, one second is enough to decide everything.

The steed galloped past Tyre.

The sharp sword in the hand of the black knight on the horse split the rain curtain, and also severely split Tyre's armor, cutting a deep mark on his back.

And the next second Heymos rode his horse past Tire, Garlan's sharp arrow followed.

The flashing arrow only pierced Tier's lower abdomen which was not covered by the armor.

Heymos jumped off the galloping horse, turned around and rushed towards Tyre, the sharp sword in his hand slashed down heavily again.

The blade slashed across, and Tyre's breastplate split in two under the sword.

The blood sprayed from the wound from the shoulder slanting down to the waist splashed onto Heymos's black armor.

The second sharp arrow that followed pierced deeply into his chest.

Tyr stood still.

He seemed to be unable to believe what happened at that moment just now, and stood there blankly.

He lowered his head blankly, looking at the arrow penetrating from his abdomen and the deep scar on his chest.

The armor on his body has been cracked and fell to the ground.

The two deep wounds on the front and back were bleeding in the berth, and soon stained his clothes with blood.

The blood stained the white armor below his waist, and dripped down the cold iron surface to the ground.

Tyre stood there.

His face was bloodless pale, and his hair was white.

But his body below the shoulders was completely opposite blood red, forming a strong and extreme contrast.

It was a serious injury that was clearly enough to kill someone, but Tire held the giant sword on the ground, and still stood on the ground, never falling down.

Raising his hand, he forcefully pulled out the sharp arrow pierced into his chest, and casually threw it aside, allowing the blood to flow down his chest.

There was no expression on his pale face. He looked up, but he didn't look at Heymos in front of him, but looked into the distance.

In the direction he was looking at, a steed was galloping, and the man on the horse turned over and dismounted.

Nega groaned and went up to meet him.

The boy stroked the big lion's head, and the fierce lion followed him docilely just now.

Garlan strode towards Tyre.

When walking towards Tire, he dropped the war bow in his hand on the ground, and then slowly drew out the long sword at his waist.

Till stared fixedly at Garlan who was walking towards him, his pale face expressionless.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the inexplicable palpitations that had occurred several times before.

He finally understood that this strange palpitation was due to the boy in front of him.

"……answer me."

Tyre spoke with a hoarse voice.

He stared at Garlan without blinking.

"What is the relationship between me and you...?"

Garlan and him looked at each other without answering.

The boy stared at him with only cold blades in his eyes.

"I have a feeling..."

"I shouldn't have died here."

"I should have had a farther future, to conquer this land and create an immortal feat..."

It sounds like ridiculous language.

However, Tyre felt so firmly.

Somehow, his fate changed because of the young man in front of him.

"Garlan, you took away my future."

A drizzle fell between the two of them.

A fierce light flashed across Tire's eyes as he stared at Garlan, and raised the giant sword in his hand with all his strength.

The two deep wounds on his body spurted a lot of blood when he moved, but he didn't seem to notice it.

The gigantic sword that gathered his last strength swung down heavily, and slashed at Garlan with a terrifying force that could almost split the earth——

Almost at the same instant, Garlan raised the long sword in his hand.

He took a sudden step forward and rushed into Tyre's arm, almost clinging to Tyre's chest.

The sharp sword in his hand stabbed forward, piercing Tyre's chest fiercely.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The sword in Tyre's hand was stagnant in mid-air.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Garlan, and suddenly the corners of his thin lips rose.

"You win," Tyre said.

"No, you didn't lose to me."

Said the boy who pierced his heart with a sharp sword.

"You lost to Aaron Landis."

The moment the words fell, Garlan pulled out the sharp sword that had pierced Tyre's chest.

The blood spurting from Tyre's chest splashed across his face, and his blood-stained blond hair flew in the air.

The boy's golden pupils were astonishingly bright.

The bright red blood on the fair cheeks is inexplicably shocking.

Tyre's pupils dilated suddenly, and he gave Garlan a deep look for the last time, revealing an indescribable complex emotion in his eyes.

He staggered two steps back, and the giant sword in his hand fell to the ground.

But he still didn't fall.

He still stands stubbornly on the ground, standing firm.

He slowly raised his right hand, and stretched it forward, toward Garlan.

He seemed to want to grab something with this hand... maybe it was Garlan, maybe it was the future that was taken away by Garlan.

But he couldn't catch anything after all.

And at the moment when he seemed to reach out to grab Garlan, there was a roar of a lion that shook the sky.

With an angry roar, the lion rushed forward and threw Tire to the ground.

Take a bite.

Blood splattered.

Nega bit off Tyr's head.

A gust of wind blew past, blowing the thick golden-brown mane into waves.The huge male lion stepped on the headless corpse with the bitten off head in its mouth.

Blood oozed from between its fangs and dripped onto the grass at its feet.

Nega turned around, walked up to Garlan with the head in his mouth, and let out a low growl.

Garlan stared at the head in a daze for a long time.

Then, he leaned over.

The teenager bent his knees and knelt on the wet grass on one knee.

Holding the hilt tightly with both hands, the long sword rests on the ground in front of him.

He closed his eyes, as if he was praying to someone.

A knight in black armor stood quietly beside him.

A drizzle of rain fell, and the rain soaked the boy's cheeks.

The strong wind swept across the blood-stained grass, and the long golden hair of the boy kneeling in prayer was blown into the air.

……

Tyr died.

Gastard's army was destroyed.

At this point, the war that lasted for several months finally came to an end.