A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the depths of the silent valley, the land of the altar was already in a mess.There were mutilated corpses everywhere, lying on the ground in a haphazard manner, and the black and blue stone slabs that had been erected around the altar were also smashed, and the gravel was spread all over the ground, mixed with countless corpses.

The dried blood stains had turned an unsightly black-red color, sticking to the bluestone board.

It seems that this altar has been completely destroyed and is useless.However, no one could see that the faint but lingering dark aura on the altar was seeping into the ground bit by bit.

This altar, which has been used to sacrifice the flesh and blood of young children to the gods all year round, condenses the resentment of those children before their death, and this time, the flesh and blood of countless followers of the Myriad Things Sect, as well as their unwillingness and resentment before death.Without anyone noticing, those sinister and resentful auras seeped into the land.

Of course, after more than ten days of sunshine, the earth that has been infiltrated with Yin Qi can purify itself, allowing these dark breaths to completely dissipate.

However, although these yin qi will dissipate in the end, it will still have some influence during the ten days or so, especially on the living beings—the animals in this forest will be very irritable recently, carnivorous animals will be more bloodthirsty.Moreover, not only animals, but also humans living in the towns close to this valley will be affected. Many negative emotions hidden deep in their hearts will be much higher than usual. If there is an incentive, it is easy to completely burst out.

………………

When he hurried out of the house with a few knights, Shemuer saw another knight squatting in front of a dense bush in the courtyard.

The knight lowered his head, was tying a thin copper pipe to a small black mouse, and then gestured to it.

The little black mouse stood upright, raised its two little paws, squeaked twice at its owner, and then slid into the bushes.The night is its best cover, and its pitch-black fur quickly disappeared among the vegetation.

The knight got up and reported to Shemuel standing in front of him.

"Lord Ximuer, I have sent a message to King Kamos."

Ximuer nodded, then looked up at the sky.

The moon was high in the sky, and it was already late at night. Even if King Kamos had already settled the matter in the city of Venal at this moment, and rushed over quickly after receiving the summons, he might not be able to arrive until sunrise.

Well, until then...

The sound of horseshoes sounded outside, from far to near, and then a steed neighing sounded outside the courtyard gate.

The young knight got off his horse and ran in quickly.

"Lord Ximuer!"

He was the last knight staying here. There were only five knights left by King Kamos in the town of Ayr to protect Garlan.

"Did you find out clearly? Why did the riot happen at this time?"

Xie Muer asked directly without talking nonsense.

"Yes." The knight said, "The emotions of those refugees have been very unstable since a few days ago, because the food and grass for the refugees here were transported from the city of Vinal, but for more than a week , the amount of food and grass that is provided every day is decreasing. The refugees have long been very dissatisfied. It is also running out, so the emotions of the refugees have become more and more agitated these days."

"And..." under Shemuer's gaze, the knight paused before continuing, "And those refugees accidentally caught a female follower of the All Things Cult who wanted to abduct a child in the evening. Under the torture of the child's people, the female believer couldn't bear it, and she told most of the truth, including the fact that the dignitaries of the city of Vinal and the sect of all things colluded to arrest the child, so..."

The knight didn't continue to speak, but he didn't need to continue, Shemuer understood.

Those refugees were all refugees from the city of Vinal, and many of them lost their children in this disaster. Originally, they could only blame their own bad luck, first the flood and then the thieves, but now Hearing it, it turned out that it wasn't his own bad luck, but that he was forced to this point by those damned Vener city dignitaries... plus the panic that was brewing these days that he was about to run out of food.

At this time, as long as a brave person climbs up and calls out, those refugees will probably do anything to survive, to get food, and to snatch back their children.

So, naturally, riots happened.

This is not accidental, this is something that will happen sooner or later under the persecution of those powerful and selfish people who ignore human life.

Ximuer gritted his teeth and thought.

Those bloody ravenous silverfish—

"Can you find your way out of town?"

Shemur asked calmly.

His current duty is to protect the prince, not to suppress the mob, so the top priority now is how to lead the prince out of the encirclement.

"I'm afraid it won't work, Mr. Ximuer. I have just turned around. Some of the roads out of the town were blocked by mobs using millstones and wood, and some were simply set ablaze."

"........."

Xie Muer looked up at the night sky. In his sight, the fire in the distance of the town was flickering, and there was a restless breath in the wind. He seemed to see a few dark breaths blocking the bright moon in the sky, making the whole night change. It got gloomy.

"...the ominous atmosphere..."

Feeling something, the priest of Shamash muttered to himself, watching the countless lights of fire moving towards here in the night, they were mobs holding torches.

Then, he turned his head, his eyes sharpened instantly, and he glanced at the five knights in front of him.

"Protect the prince, this is the only thing we should do."

"Stay here, don't let anyone step in here," he said.

All the knights bent down and knelt on one knee, their clenched fists pressing on the heart.

"Yes!"

It was an act of swearing an oath to Shamash, the sun god they believed in.

They are the knights of King Kamos, and they must guard the prince of Aaron Landis.

Never let anyone set foot in this house as long as their hearts are beating!

In the dark night, Xie Muer nodded expressionlessly.

He raised his hand and stretched out the scepter in his hand to the five knights in front of him. In the dark night, the gems carved into green leaves on the scepter looked greener and greener.

The priest of Shamash spoke, his voice was as deep and distant as a chant at this moment.

He said: "The radiance of Shamash will forever shine on your souls."

After finishing speaking, Shemuer glanced outside again, then turned around and walked into the room quickly.

When he walked into the gate, the door panel was slowly closed behind him, also shutting out the countless messy footsteps coming towards the house.

The torches were shaking in the dark night, and the mob holding the torches had rushed to the street, surrounding all the mansions here.

The other mansions were full of flames, and the owners of the mansions had all their guards and strong slaves guarding outside, ready for battle.Only this place is quiet and dark, only a little light can be seen from the tightly closed room.

When Ximuer entered the room, he saw the little prince sitting on the bed looking at him.

"Is it dangerous?"

The little prince asked him this way, the snow-white bandage around his neck was a bit scorching under the firelight.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Don't worry."

He said: "The knights under King Kamos are the most elite and powerful knights."

Soon, there was the sound of weapons hitting outside, followed by human screams.

But fortunately, those voices have always been outside, unable to break through.

The powerful knights loyally guarded the outside, using their bodies as a wall of flesh and blood to wipe out all the thugs who tried to rush in under their swords.

Hearing the sound of fighting outside, Garlan couldn't help gripping the bed sheet nervously.

He turned his eyes to the side, and the priest of Shamash stood firmly by the bed, with his back to him, holding a scepter, like a stone statue of a patron saint.

The tall and steady figure gave him an inexplicable sense of security...

No.

After reacting, Garlan shook his head vigorously.

Can't forget.

This man betrayed him.

Don't forget this--

"Your Highness! Lord Ximuer! Be careful—"

Suddenly there was a piercing roar from a knight outside the house.

Suddenly, there were bang bang bangs, as if something sharp had been nailed heavily to the outside of the house.

Ximuer immediately realized that it was an arrow!

Those mobs actually have bows and arrows? !

It appears that they have taken the executive house in Ayrtown and opened the arsenal within.

He gritted his teeth.

If it was just an ordinary mob, relying on the five elite knights, relying on the narrow terrain, as long as those knights blocked the key points, they might not be able to hold out until King Kamos came back.

However, the mob now had bows and arrows in their hands... Dozens of bows and several rounds of volleys were fired, and it was impossible for a guard knight as powerful as King Kamos to hold them back.

Just when Shemuer's mind was spinning rapidly, there were a few swishing sounds, and another round of arrows came, some of which pierced through the most vulnerable part of the house and shot into the room.

Shemuer waved his hand violently, and the hard scepter blocked those arrows.

However, at the moment when he was blocking those arrows, there were two more swishes.

Garlan, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

He raised his head suddenly, his breathing suddenly stagnant.

I saw a sharp arrow break through the thin wooden window and hit him like a bolt of lightning.

The sharp arrow flashes a metallic icy luster in the light of the oil lamp, reflected in the child's dilated pupils, from far to near—

In the next second, that cold arrow will be nailed into the child's soft forehead——

A tall figure suddenly appeared in Garlan's sight, blocking the terrifying sharp arrow in his eyes.

He was hugged by a pair of powerful arms, and fell into a chest that seemed strange but vaguely familiar.

There was a very slight sound of the arrow plunging into the flesh, and Garlan felt the body holding him tremble, and a muffled moan sounded in his ear.

...Shemur?

He opened his eyes wide, and the point of the arrow that pierced the rib of the priest who was holding him was right in front of his eyes.

The sharp point is only a few centimeters away from his pupil.

Garlan opened his mouth, wanting to call Ximuer's name, but before he could make a sound, Ximuer dragged him off the bed.

Panting, Ximuer pulled the carpet under the bed and pulled a small wooden door from the floor.

Then, he stretched out his hand and pushed Garlan into the dark hole under the floor.

"Hide away."

Ximuer knelt on the ground with one knee, holding the scepter in one hand, and leaning against the open secret door with the other, and said in a deep voice to Garlan.

Garlan, who had been stuffed into the dark cave by him, raised his head, with those big golden eyes looking at him on his pale face.

Shemuer looked at those bright golden eyes, which really looked like the rays of the sun.

...that might be the last sun he could see.

The priest of Shamash looked at the little prince who always made him very angry. The sharp arrow pierced his shoulder, and the oozing blood flowed down his arm, staining the scepter in his hand red.

He said, "Wait here, King Kamos will come to you."

At this moment, the man's deep voice was softer than ever. He seemed to be trying his best to coax the child who was about to be locked up in the dark underground in his own way.

He said, "Your Highness Garlan, you will be safe."

boom!Xie Muer pressed down on the secret door and closed it.

Then the tiny gap was also covered by the blanket that was covered.

Garlan's eyes went dark, and his whole body was plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, he heard the man's footsteps thumping on the floor above him.

Then, gradually move away from him.