It is late at night, and tonight is a crescent moon, perhaps because in winter, the moonlight is not as clear as the previous days, and the night appears to be a lot darker.
Under the darkness of the night, the Temple of the Hunting God, which was crowded by the people of the king city during the day and was very lively, became quiet at this moment.
The blue top of the temple reflected a little brilliance, and the moonlight slanted through the skylight and fell on the stone statue of the Hunting God standing in the temple.
Ten prey were lying on the altar below, with a faint bloody smell.
Further inside, in a room deep inside the temple, the young prince was lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.
The long flowing blond hair spread out on the bed like melted gold, giving a bright feeling even in the dark night.
Suddenly, a dark figure came in from the skylight.
He landed lightly on the ground, moving like a ghost, and his breathing was barely audible.
The figure silently approached the sleeping Garlan in the dark, until he stood beside the bed, Garlan remained motionless, seemed to be sleeping soundly, completely unaware of this person's existence.
As soon as the man stretched out his hand, the dagger hidden in his sleeve slipped into his hand.
He raised his dagger and stabbed the boy lying on the bed in the throat—
Keng.
A crisp sound of metal hitting.
The long sword that suddenly stretched out from the slanted ground blocked the tip of the dagger.
The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately took back the dagger and turned to run away.
However, before he had time to retract the dagger, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
The man opened his eyes wide and was stunned to see that the crown prince, who was still asleep just now, was lifted up at some point, and the dagger in his hand stabbed heavily into the depths of his abdomen.
Garlan drew his dagger and turned sideways to avoid the blood that splattered.
The body of the dagger in his hand was dyed blood red, and the tip of the sword pointed to the ground was dripping with blood.
The man staggered back two steps, and he tried to escape, but the severe abdominal injury made his body unable to obey.
He only took a step back, and the long sword in the hand of the one-eyed knight who came out of nowhere in the room had already touched his throat, making him unable to move any longer.
A spring of fresh blood gushed out from his abdomen, he clutched the abdominal wound that couldn't stop the bleeding, and when he gritted his teeth, he suddenly opened his mouth and blew a whistle.
It was a signal to his comrades that the action failed and that they should evacuate quickly.
However, as soon as he finished blowing, he heard the one-eyed knight with the sword up to his throat sneer and shout.
The next second, the room was opened.
The two men who were tied up with five flowers were pushed in by the guards who opened the door, and they stood unsteadily and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
The man's breathing stopped.
It was his two companions who were bound.
"Say, who sent you here?"
Kaihos put the long sword in his hand back into the scabbard at his waist.
He said, "Say your master, and I promise you to keep your life."
The room was silent, except for the heavy breathing of a few people.
The man didn't move, but he stared at Kaijos with a ferocious gaze.
His fingers were on his stomach, and his entire hand was blood-stained. Although the crown prince's sword did not stab him at the vital point, it made him almost incapacitated, and if he did not receive hemostasis treatment as soon as possible, he would still die from excessive blood loss.
Feeling the blood draining from his abdomen, his breathing became rapid and heavy.
"If you don't get treatment, you're not far from dying."
Kaihos spoke again.
After the man heard it, he suddenly smiled strangely at Kaihos, and then clenched his teeth hard.
Cayhoes was startled and stepped forward, trying to grab him by the throat.
But it was too late, Kaihos's hand touched the throat of the assassin, and the assassin suddenly made a strange squeak and fell to the ground, with black and red bloodstains flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The man's eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated, and he soon lost his breath.
Not only him, but the other two assassins bit the poison hidden in the back molars almost at the same time, and they died instantly, making it too late to stop them.
Kaihos knelt down and leaned over, his fingertips touched the nose of the assassin who died of poison. After confirming that there was no breath there, he raised his head and shook his head at Garlan.
Garland looked solemn.
The sword he stabbed deliberately avoided the opponent's vital points, just to save his life and find clues.
But now it seems that these assassins are all dead men. Once caught, they will swallow poison and commit suicide.
Garlan raised his hand and pressed it on his left shoulder.
The wound on his left arm was still aching, reminding him of the assassination that happened not long ago.
That's probably just the beginning.
Obviously, those who insist on the so-called noble blood will never rest there.
In order for Heimos to return to the royal city and ascend the throne, those people will try their best to take every opportunity to get rid of themselves.
…
Huymos…
Silently reciting the name, Garlan turned his head.
Through the open skylight, he looked at the thin crescent moon in the night sky.
The moonlight this night was so faint, it seemed to melt into the darkness.
On this night, Heimos in the Northland should be sleeping.
With the ability of Heimos, I am afraid that he has already received the news of his assassination and injury.
But these days, he has not received any message from Heimos, even if it is just a letter...
The young man lowered his eyes, and the shadow of the slender eyelashes lightly shrouded his eye sockets, making it impossible to see the look in his eyes at the moment.
…
…
Although the weather is very cold, the first snow has stopped, and the thin crescent moon in the night sky hangs high in the sky, looming in the thick clouds. on.
In a room deep in the Northland Fortress, the lamp on the stone wall was still burning, and the faint flame reflected on the handsome side cheek of the young man on the bed.
Heimos lay sideways on the bed and fell asleep quietly.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, he opened his eyes, and there was a palpitating gleam in his golden red eyes.
He sat up and turned his head.
The windows were closed tightly, and the cold wind was howling outside, shaking the wooden windows and making noises.
He got out of bed, opened the window, and a cold wind rushed into the room, instantly dropping the temperature in the room several degrees.
Heimos, who was wearing a single coat, did not seem to feel the coldness brought by the cold wind. He looked up at the sky, and a thin crescent moon could be vaguely seen in the thick clouds.
His pupils reflected the looming crescent moon, and his golden red eyes were exceptionally conspicuous in the darkness.
Even he himself didn't know why he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and did such a thing inexplicably.
He just suddenly thought that in the far south, Gallan would also be looking at this crescent moon.
… He may have thought too much.
In such a late night, Garlan should have fallen asleep long ago.
Probably still the same as before, preferring to curl up in a ball on the bed.
As long as he thinks of the young boy sleeping in a ball, Heimos feels that his heart is a little softer and warmer, and even the cold wind blowing into the room will not make him feel cold.
Raising his hand and gently stroking the rough lapis lazuli earring on his ear, he closed his eyes, and the figure was all in his mind.
He had been away from the royal city for several years before, and separated from Garlan for several years. Although he also missed the child in the royal city at that time, he only missed it.
But now this time, for some unknown reason, he had only been separated for more than ten days, but the time was so unbearable that it was unbearable for him, as if he couldn't breathe.
The hurried knock on the door suddenly sounded outside, Heimos opened his eyes, the dazed eyes disappeared instantly, and his sharp eyes turned to the door panel that kept making noises.
"Who?"
he asked.
Why would someone knock on the door at such a late hour
A familiar voice came from outside the door. It was one of his guards, and it was probably this guard's turn to be on duty tonight.
"His Royal Highness, Lord Heya asked you to go to the council room as soon as possible, saying that there is an emergency!"
Heimos's eyes narrowed.
Hea, one of the few cavalry commanders of Aaron Landis.
At the beginning of the year, when he was recalled to the royal city by King Camos, King Camos sent this cavalry commander to take over the Northern Army.
Now that he has returned to the Northern Legion, although his identity is higher than that of the Heya cavalry commander, according to the rules of the army, the Heya cavalry commander is the supreme commander of the Northern Legion.
This Heya cavalry commander has always acted prudently, but the other party suddenly asked him to go to the council hall at such a late hour. There must be something very urgent.
Heimos quickly put on his coat, put on his combat attire, and stepped out.
As he walked quickly towards the council hall, he opened his mouth to ask questions.
"What's the matter?"
The attendant followed closely behind him and answered in a low voice.
"In an emergency, Gaishu's army has changed and is coming to the border!"
…
…
To the northwest of the country of Kanal is the country of Shida, which means the country on the plateau.
Because it is located on the plateau, there is not much arable land, it is not fertile, and the climate is arid, most of the people of Xida country live by grazing a kind of plateau sheep with hairy and tender meat.
Because the living environment is relatively harsh, most of the Hida people are rough in temperament, strong in body and strong in combat. They often go to other countries to plunder food when the grain is harvested, so most of them have bad relations with neighboring countries.
The surrounding countries are both disgusted and somewhat afraid of it.
At this moment, this country, which makes the surrounding small countries a little afraid, is engaged in a tragic war.
When they were unprepared, those from the north, whom they called barbarians, suddenly invaded their country.
Those barbarians who came from the ice and snow had stronger physique, terrifying strength, and sharper weapons than they did, and they attacked their royal city with swiftness and ferocity in just a few days.
The flames of war spread all the way, and one city after another fell.
The barbarian army is like a giant beast of ice and snow that devours everything with its huge mouth, swallowing their cities along the way, absorbing the nutrients of their fallen cities, and growing stronger.
Now, all the armies of the kingdom of Xida have gathered in their royal city.
If the king's city falls, it will mean the demise of the country of Xida, and they can only fight to the death.
The flames of war ignited in the royal city of the Kingdom of Sida.
The once peaceful city has become a battlefield of iron and blood, and the screams of killing, roars, and screams echoed over the entire city.
The Xida soldiers who used to show off their might in other countries were so vulnerable in front of the warriors they called the northern barbarians. Just one encounter would destroy the Xida army's array.
It was like a ferocious and terrifying Northland giant bear rushed into a group of temple dogs and easily crushed the group of temple dogs to pieces.
The giant bear ruthlessly defeated the army of the Hida people.
The king's city has fallen, and this tragic war is drawing to a close.
King Xida, a sturdy middle-aged man, was standing on the battlefield on horseback at this moment.
He gasped violently, blood running down his forehead.
The palace behind him was already on fire, and the fire shone from behind him, making his figure red.
All around him were corpses everywhere.
There was a look of despair on his rough face, his eyes were bloodshot, and the hateful eyes stared at the person opposite.
A young man with a handsome face stood opposite King Xida on horseback, and the sound of the wind whistled past him, making his snow-like silver-white hair flutter in the wind.
It was originally white armor, but it was almost dyed blood red.
It was all the blood splashed on him by the people he slashed.
His lavender pupils stared at King Xida coldly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.
With a bang, a tower in the palace that was scorched by the fire collapsed.
At this moment, King Xida let out a roar like a torn throat, clenched the spear in his hand, and charged fiercely towards the prince of the northern barbarian.
He gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, and he vowed to perish with the prince who led the army to destroy his kingdom!
near.
closer.
He held up the gun, poured all his strength into the iron gun in his hand, and stabbed the opponent fiercely without any precaution.
Just a moment before the two horses are about to cross each other
A silver-white giant sword with a width of half a man slashed down.
He chopped King Sida into two halves with his horse and man.
The blood flew into the air and splashed onto the armor of the youth who restrained the horse, dyeing it a layer of blood again.
He stood on horseback on the ground, looking down at the corpse of King Sidar, who had been cut in two by him, on the ground with a blank expression.
The great sword in his hand fell down, and blood dripped from it on the ground.
Behind him, the fire of the palace was burning, and the fire reflected the sky red, like the blood that dyed the entire sky red.
That was the blood and death he brought.
…
The kingdom of Shida, perished.