A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 326: Chapter 326

The desert of Saar is not the same as the sunny night sky. This night, the sky above the desert was so gloomy, and the dark clouds enveloped the barren land.

The ground was dark, no moonlight and starlight were seen, and layers of dark clouds rolled down from the sky.

Tiny raindrops fell from the dark clouds, and the whole dry desert was hungry and hungry for the dew that the sky gave it.

This is a rare rainy night in the dry and waterless desert all year round. If it is replaced by the usual, cheers in Fira's camp have already been cheering. At this time, both men, women and children can’t sleep, but greet the gods while happily welcoming this rare heavy rain.

Those lively children will run back and forth in the rain with excitement.

But tonight is different.

On this night of heavy rain, the Fira camp could not see the slightest joy, but it was very suppressed.

A dignified and urgent atmosphere enveloped the camp, and no one slept in a large village.

The situation is critical, and the old, weak women and children in the village have been urgently concentrated in one place.

The very empty hall was full of people at this moment, and the torches hanging on the stone wall showed a little glimmer in the dark night.

Even the stubborn child on weekdays leaned tightly in his mother's arms, looking at the rainy night sky outside with uneasy eyes.

The fire in the room reflected in the children's faces, and the childish faces were full of tension and fear.

The women hugged their children tightly while praying to the gods while comforting them.

The rain was still falling, hitting on the roof like a crack, falling like a broken bead from the eaves.

The sound of distant fighting came from the dark rain curtain, letting the uneasy breath spread in this crowded house.

………………

The heavy rain crashed down in the dark night.

The long-lost rain soaked the chapped earth, and soaked the hair of Thrall, who was riding in the heavy rain.

Thrall raised his hand and wiped off the rain on his face to prevent it from obscuring his sight.

Although in this dark rainy night, the field of vision is extremely limited.

It wasn’t just his hair, he was soaked all over. The whole portrait was soaked in water, and his wet hair was clinging to his cheeks messily, making him look awkward.

Only his dangling eyes were staring fiercely at the opposite side, with a wolflike glare in his eyes.

His eyes were turbulent, and his anger was almost as substantial as it was.

In the heavy rain, Thrall's clenched teeth rattled.

If he could do it, he really wanted to bite the **** traitor's throat.

If he could, he wished to bite off the meat of the bastard.

Termia!

And those traitors!

He gazed tentatively at Temea, who was standing opposite him, and the dozen familiar figures behind Temea.

Every one of his people can be recognized!

The young leader stared fiercely at the depths of the betrayer's eyes, hiding deep pain.

Even though the relationship is gradually estranged because of different ideas, in Thrall's mind, he still regards Termia who grew up with him as his friend.

He never imagined that his friends, his people, would one day attack their camps with their enemies—

Do they not know how miserable the Fira people would be if the camp were captured?

In the heavy rain, the horse was hissing.

The black crushed horse thief has approached the Fira camp.

That was the Sivari bandit.

Siwari horse thief with nearly a thousand people.

On the Ferrara side, even if they are all mobilized, the strong women who can fight, even the young people who are fifteen or sixteen years old, are only five or six hundred.

Especially the Siwari bandits were attacked at night this time. While the Fira were unprepared, they attacked in the dark rainy night and beat them by surprise.

The fire burning on the stone wall shone the faint light through the rain screen, Thrall's eyes were sober, the hand holding the reins clenched tightly, and the hemp rope fell into the palm of his hand.

Temia.

He never knew that this man had not treated himself like this.

He never defended his people, so he never thought that Temea secretly contacted the Sivali bandit while he was taking the royal messenger to visit the desert for ten days.

Presumably, Termia has informed the other about the fact that the Fira and Wang Ting will join forces to destroy the Sivali band. So the chief of Sivali intends to start first and take advantage of the fact that Wang Ting’s messenger has just left , Attacking Fira camp.

And in addition to secretly leaking information to the Sivali band, Temea...

When he came back in the evening, he found that there was a small number of people in the camp. After inquiring, he knew that at noon, Temea told the news that in an oasis in the distance, there would be an extremely wealthy at night. The large caravan arrived and was stationed there.

So, in the afternoon, Temeia set off with hundreds of other Fira’s little bosses with hundreds of people.

According to him, because he was ambushed in the oasis, he would not return until the next day.

At that time, Thrall didn't think much.

Until the evening, when he saw Temea bring the Sivali bands to attack the Fira camp-and also took the Sivalim horse thief to avoid the traps outside the camp, he finally understood.

The only thing that made him a little gratified was that there were only a dozen or so people from the Fira who were with Temea.

Presumably hundreds of other people were coaxed by Termia, still ambushing in the oasis at the moment, waiting for the unexpected caravan to arrive.

In the heavy rain, the shivering leader of the Siwari band roared in a roaring voice, trying to intimidate and overwhelm the Fira.

No matter how the other party yelled and screamed, Thrall didn't take any reason. Only the companions around him shouted back loudly, and some people were angrily scolding Termia and the dozen or so betrayers.

Thrall didn't yell at him. He even glanced at the Temya, who was mixed in the thieves of Sivalim, and never looked at it again.

At the beginning, he was also very angry, so he wanted to scold Termia for them.

But just after a mouthful, he suddenly felt that there was no need for this.

A few scolds, for those who betrayed the wolf heart and lungs, there is no itch at all.

At this moment, his eyes were only staring straight at the leader of the Sivali band.

When he saw the bearded man holding up the big knife in his hand and issuing an attack command, his whole body was tense.

Thrall gritted his teeth.

Although the number is only half of the opponent, as long as he does not resist the Sivalima thief and kills a **** road to escape, most of them can survive.

But no, they cannot escape.

Their clan, the old and weak women and children who have no combat power, are in the camp, just behind them, they can't ignore their families anyway!

"How long..."

A hoarse voice came from the side.

Rarely did a middle-aged man who didn’t drink tonight raise his hand and wipe the rain from his face.

"Last time, the two of us went side by side together. It was a few years ago."

The man raised his hand and carried the long knife on his shoulder.

His long cloudy eyes flashed fiercely at the moment because of long-term alcoholism.

"Don't counsel, son." The man said, "Before dying, cut a few more backs."

Thrall did not speak, but nodded.

The horse underneath hissed.

Suddenly, the bigger the rain, the more urgent.

After the storm, the Siwari horse thieves were already rushing towards the Fira under the leadership of their leader.

Tonight, it may be the time of the genocide of the people of Fira.

Thrall took a deep breath, and with a long knife in his hand, he would greet him with his companion.

There was no fear on his face.

However, after all, the depth of the eyes is still penetrating.

Obviously...

Obviously their new future is in sight...

But the Fira people can no longer see the future.

He does not regret his decision.

He just couldn't be reconciled.

Very unwilling-

Suddenly, a huge lightning bolt slammed down, accompanied by a thunder that seemed to blow up the entire sky, illuminating the dark rainy night like a daylight.

Thrall's eyes widened sharply.

He saw a dark shadow suddenly struck from the night in the illuminated rainstorm.

The dark shadow in that rainy night was like an indestructible blade, and in a blink of an eye, the Sivalima thief was torn fiercely.

…………

Heavy rain poured.

When Garlan and his party hurried back, standing on a hill, they could see far from the camp of Fira surrounded by the Sivali band.

"There is a ghost inside the Fira."

Gallan said.

"The Fira will lose."

Heimos said in a soft tone.

This confrontation between the Fira Band and the Sivali Band was like a fight between two children.

It doesn't matter who loses or wins in either side.

but……

He turned his gaze to Gallan.

As if he had a spirit in his heart, Garland turned to look at him at the same time.

Even with the cloak covering, the teenager's hair has been mostly wet, especially the forehead, washed by rain, and the dyed black has faded and changed back to the original gold.

The golden forehead was moistened against his forehead, and Garlan looked at Huimus, his eyes slowly bending.

The curved eyes are like the crescent moon hidden behind the dark clouds in the dark rainy night.

"Lord Black Knight, it seems that you have to play early."

Ok.

You don't have to guess that it would be the result. Heimus looked at his Gallan with a smile on his face, pulled out something without saying a word, and put it on his face.

Garland's smile stiffened.

auzw.com He saw the extremely ‘chic’ vine grass mask he made in Oasis not long ago.

Hasn't this thing been lost?

When was Huimos taken away?

Watching the movement of Huimos slowly putting it on his face, Gallan's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Wait, are you really going to show up with this broken thing?

Don’t you think it hurts your black knight’s name?

"...Don't you think it's embarrassing to wear this battle?"

Gallan still failed to hold back after all.

As the object of being rejected, Huimos did not care.

"Who knows me wearing this?"

Garland: "........."

It seems right.

After that sentence, Heimus suddenly lowered his head and came to Garlan's face.

The vine-grass mask soaked in rainwater became greener, but it couldn't hide the flame-like golden-red eyes that leaked out of it.

"My Highness, I will fight for you."

Under the rough vine grass mask is the brown lower half of the face.

The ugly mask and the beautiful half of the face form an extreme contrast, but because it is too extreme, it gives a magical temptation.

A thin arc of cold-colored thin lips whispered together.

"Aren't you going to give me the blessing of victory?"

Even if it was heavy rain, it wouldn't extinguish the burning fire in the man's eyes.

Garland and Huimus looked at each other for a moment.

He raised his hand.

The wet finger touched the top edge of the vine grass mask, which happened to be the center of Huimus's forehead.

His fingertips made a water mark in the center of Huimus's forehead.

"I know you can't lose, but watch out, don't get hurt."

He looked at Huimus and said softly, "Dark black knights, if hurt by this horse thief, it's a big joke."

"understood."

Heimos raised his head, and the tip of his forehead flicked a drop of water as he lifted his head.

He smiled and said, "I will let those guys not even touch my clothes corner."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and waved.

In addition to the two guard knights who were left behind to protect Galland, more than a dozen other knights followed him dive down the hill.

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Just as Thrall was about to meet the deadly thought of dying, he was about to meet the Sivalima thieves who had rushed towards them, and the sky suddenly sounded a thunder.

Under the lightning that was as bright as the day, he suddenly saw a line of cavalry, like an arrow, penetrating the team of Sivali horse thieves.

In the torrential rain, I saw the knight in black armor took the lead and stabbed into the Sivali horse thief.

The posture is as freehand as a sharp knife splitting the tofu.

Almost at the same moment the next lightning fell, the leading black knight had galloped to the center of the bandit.

A sharp blade in his hand.

The head of the Siwari bandits, who had no time to react at all, rose into the air, splashing bright red blood in the rain.

For a second of silence, everyone was in an uproar.

The Sivalima thief's team was immediately chaotic.

The Fira, who was originally full of grief and indignation, looked at the scene opposite with a dumbfounded moment.

For them, the Siwari horse thief, who was incapable of annihilating them, was vulnerable to the terrible black armor knight.

Obviously, there were only more than ten cavalry soldiers, but among the nearly a thousand Sivalim horse thieves, they entered the unmanned state and rushed back and forth to kill.

They decisively broke through the ranks of the Siwari horse thieves, like ten fierce wolves that broke into the flock, and frightened the flock of sheep away.

Especially the black knight who took the lead was terribly strong.

No one is its enemy.

When he waved the long sword in his hand, it seemed to tear the night, and no one could stand in front of him.

The lightning that continued to hit illuminated the face of the black armor knight and illuminated the mask of blood like a demon that was spattered with blood on his face.

"What a daze! Rush up!"

Thrall saw that the companions around him were all silly, staying in place, suddenly embarrassed, and screamed angrily.

Was awakened by Thrall's words, Fira everyone finally wake up, hurriedly rushed the horse up.

After all, people came to help them, if they stayed in place and watched like that, it would be too shameful.

The Sivalima thief was already on the verge of collapse. After being surrounded by the Fira, he quickly defeated.

The horse thief never talked about honor or perseverance. Once there were signs of defeat, many people said nothing and immediately turned their horse head and turned to escape.

A mess in the night battlefield.

Thrall allowed his father to lead people to pursue the Sivalima thieves, and he rushed to Temea with dozens of companions, stopping Temea who wanted to escape.

In the heavy rain, Temea was already soaked.

He looked at Thrall pale, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something.

Perhaps it is to ask for forgiveness, or perhaps it is still a complaint of repentance.

But Thrall didn't want to hear anything.

No matter what this companion who grew up with him wanted to say, he didn't want to listen.

He dashed forward, and the long knife in his hand severely cut off the horse's back.

The lost owner screamed in horror.

Blood ran on the ground and was quickly washed away by heavy rain.

Thrall grabbed the reins, strangled the mount, and stopped it.

He tilted his head and gasped hurriedly, raining heavily on his face and running down his cheeks.

If not all the people were around, he had the urge to roar loudly in the rain.

After panting for a while, the heartbeat finally calmed down.

He opened his eyes and saw that the raindrops were also much smaller than before.

The sound of a horseshoe came from the side. Thrall turned his head and saw one of the cavalrymen riding a horse, striking the horse to himself.

"Master let me take you past."

Thrall already recognized who the rescuers were.

They are all guards brought by the distinguished teenager from Wang Ting.

Especially the man in black armor, he recognized it at a glance.

So, after explaining a few words to his men, he followed the man.

On the way to the past, Thrall was still very happy.

In fact, he didn’t have bad thoughts. After all, the ransom that the high-weight nobles can get is too tempting.

But the gut feeling that the man in black was very dangerous saved him, and even saved the Fira family.

If he really can't help the temptation in his heart, he has a misunderstanding...

Just thinking of this, Thrall has been taken to his destination.

At the sign of the guard, he turned and dismounted, followed the guard to the hill in front.

Not far away, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a black armored man standing on horseback standing in the light rain, most of his body stained with blood.

His chest shook reflexively.

It’s not his counsel, it’s the man who is astonishing on the battlefield.

Thrall quickly looked away.

The next second, he was stunned.

The rain was still falling. In the dark rainy night, the wet blond hair of the teenager was the brightest color in the dark night.

That bright tone is like a teenager looking at his eyes with a smile.

When there is usually light, he didn't look carefully, and always thought that the color was lighter tan.

Now in the dark, he could clearly see that the boy's eyes were the purest color of gold.

Blond hair...Golden eyes...17-year-old boy...

...And the mighty knight in black who is close to him...

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I heard that the one who was established not long ago...