A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 324. Chapter 324

The messy night finally passed, and the sky was already bright.

The silence of the night is replaced by the noise of the morning. Although most men are still in a state of drunkenness and cannot get up on the bed, the women and children who have not drunk have already got up early, or are taking care of their own drunk men. , Or diligently start to clean up the mess of last night.

The women are busy here, and the children gather together on the open ground on the other side.

The old man began to teach them, and carefully taught the young children the words he didn’t know much.

At this time of the day, an atmosphere of indescribable solemnity will form on this flat ground.

In this atmosphere, even the most stubborn child will learn precious words honestly and engrossedly.

Words are precious knowledge that only wealthy superiors and nobles are qualified to learn.

However, this kind of precious text that ordinary civilians can’t touch has been passed down from generation to generation in this infamous bandit group.

This may be the final proof that the people of Fera are the descendants of the glorious mountain knight who was added hundreds of years ago.

In addition, they can no longer see the slightest trace of being the descendant of the knight.

Thrall stood on the heights of the bandit village, looking down at the whole village.

The atmosphere in the stockade is very good. The woman cleaning the banquet neatly cleans with her hands and feet while chatting and laughing with her companions, turning her eyes to the direction of the children in the distance from time to time.

Young children, that is their future, their hope.

In the same way, that is the future and hope of the people of Fera.

The dry wind blowing from the desert wastes across Thrall’s cheeks, swaying his messy black hair.

Looking down at his people below, the lazy mask that seemed to be indifferent to nothing on their faces had been removed, and the young man’s eyes revealed a deep heaviness.

In the legends of countless poems, the descendant of that great knight just perished for generations, fell into the mud, and could not get up again.

From the moment they are born, these young children are destined to become horse thieves hated and rejected by countless people, and live like this for a lifetime.

Like them.

Moreover, it’s not just them, their descendants, their children’s generations can only do this.

They have no future, let alone hope.

Therefore, his once ambitious father, after seeing the hopeless future of the clan, chose to drink alcohol to escape reality.

He also wanted to live like his father for a lifetime like this.

As long as you pretend not to care about anything and don’t think about anything, your life will be much easier.

But……

Although it was only in the morning, the blazing sun had already made the desert hot, and he should get used to the dry climate and hot air of Saar’s desert tomorrow, but at this moment, for some reason, Saar had the illusion that it was difficult to breathe.

He closed his eyes, and the hot sun shone on his face.

The scorching wind kept stirring his rough felt cloak and brushing his black hair.

He was breathing the scorching air, and the heat in his chest seemed to turn into fire, which made his heart feel hot and painful, and the blood in his whole body was agitated.

When he opened his eyes and looked at the carefree people, the hands hanging beside him clenched into fists unknowingly, clenching tighter and tighter.

If this continues, one day…

“Thar.”

Suddenly someone called his name behind him, waking him up from contemplation.

He turned his head and saw a young man with brown hair approaching him.

Thrall frowned without a trace.

Temia.

His good friends, or maybe once good friends.

In the village, people who are about the same age grow up together, learn together, and train martial arts together.

Originally Temia was one of his best friends, but in recent years, because of the differences in views between the two, they have gradually become alienated from each other.

Thrall concealed the weight of his eyes, and a casual smile reappeared on his face, standing still watching the other person walk over.

He smiled and slapped haha.

“A bunch of drunks are still lying on their stomachs, your kid looks very energetic, why? Didn’t you drink much last night?”

“Thar, do you plan to continue like this?”

“…”

Termia stared at him with a somber sneer.

“In this desert, there is no horse thief who lives more frustrated than us.”

He raised his hand and pointed to the messy stockade below.

“Obviously we are the bandit group that has occupied the desert of Thrall for the longest time. We were supposed to be the overlord of the desert, but we were crushed to death by those outsiders!”

“Do you know how other bandits laugh at us? They say that the Fira people are useless, they say that the Fira people are rubbish, and they are as poor as shit!”

He said emotionally,

“I really don’t understand what the hell is asking for money and not hurting others-the businessmen are not afraid of us at all. They are willing to give all their belongings to other bandits, and we can only get one from them every time. A little bit of tolls, it’s like a beggar who has been alms by them!”

“This time too, obviously you can grab all the wealth of that caravan, so you let them go like this?”

Looking at the excited Temia, Thrall said in a deep voice: “Temia, you know, this is the tradition of our Ferra people for hundreds of years…”

“Ha, tradition? Can tradition give us gold coins? Can it make us eat and drink? Can it make us live a life of whatever we want?”

Termia interrupted Thrall directly.

“So are you, those old guys, clinging to this old-fashioned tradition, and shouting every day what ancestor’s great lineage is-enough! Wake up! Even if our so-called ancestors were noble kings hundreds of years ago, We are fucking horse thieves now!”

“Why don’t you understand? We are a group of horse thieves, and we should do what horse thieves should do, instead of relying on others to give a little toll for a living.”

“Because you insisted on sticking to this tradition, Feila’s talent has fallen to the point where everyone looks down on it now.”

Hostility churned in the young man’s eyes.

He had been fed up with such a tight life. He was obviously a fierce horse thief, but his life was extremely difficult and even impoverished. It was a world of difference from the happy life of other bandits who were sitting on their belongings and acting recklessly.

“Grab if you should, kill if you should, so that everyone trembles when they hear Fira’s name.”

He said coldly, “What is the name of our ancestors? What is Feiqier? Those things are shit to us horse thieves—”

Before Temia finished his last sentence, Thrall slammed his face with a punch, shutting him up, and staggered back two steps.

“Temia, you can say that I’m crappy and that I don’t have the ability to take good care of everyone, but you can’t insult the ancestors.”

Thrall stared at his former friend with a fierce look in his eyes.

“Next time, I will directly summon the tribe to execute you.”

With a bruise on his cheek, Temia turned to stare at Thrall for a long time, and spit on the side.

He said nothing, turned and left.

Thrall looked at the departed youth with an obviously unwilling back and remained silent.

It may only be Temiya who said this idea straightforwardly, but, although he didn’t say it, he thought it faintly in his heart, I’m afraid there are many people.

Only the older generations are still clinging to the ancient traditions, and many young people in the clan cannot understand them.

It’s not that Thrall doesn’t understand, he is also one of the young people, and even he had the same idea a few years ago.

Until his father was injured, he took over the role of the Ferran people from his father.

Having matured under the heavy responsibility, he finally understands the belief that the name represents.

Even if that belief has become so heavy by now.

He knew that the so-called name of the ancestors and the glory of hundreds of years ago were too far away from the Fira people. The name of Feiqier, like his blood, became fuzzy and weak with the passage of time. .

Then, one day, it will disappear completely.

Perhaps in the near future, the Fira people will forget this name forever, forget their own blood, and become a thorough and true horse thief.

……Can you only watch it go on like this?

The hot wind whizzed past his ears, and Thrall turned his head and looked at the camp below and his people.

His face was in a daze, and his eyes were deeply confused.

He is the leader of the Ferran people.

He determines the future of the tribe.

And where should he take his people?

There was footsteps coming from the side, and Thrall turned his head and glanced.

The beautiful young man with a beautiful face that disturbed him with a single sentence did not know when he came here.

Obviously, he and Tamia had been arguing with Tamia just now, and they were all jokes by the teenagers.

If it were to be normal, Thrall said that he had to ridicule the other party, but now he is not in such a mood.

He turned his head and squatted down slowly on the top of the mountain.

He just squatted with his legs apart, and picked up a spiky weed under his feet, opening his mouth to grab the root of the grass.

His mouth shook, and the grass dangling in his mouth shook with it.

He squatted on the top of the hill with weeds in his mouth and looked down at the camp below, and then looked into the distance, looking at the endless desert.

Gravel, cracked soil, dead wood, jagged rocks.

This is an ugly and hopeless land.

However, this is also their homeland.

“Those old guys said that Thrall Desert was not like this ghost before.”

“When King Mainar gave this land to his ancestors, it was a fertile land with grassland, woods, and many rivers everywhere.”

“At that time, our ancestor Feqier was here, and on this piece of land under my feet, he established a town that belongs to him.”

Thrall whispered.

He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be speaking to the teenager standing behind him.

Maybe it’s been too long in my heart, and I can’t help but want to say it.

“The old guys said, but I don’t know when, the river here is slowly drying up, the grass and woods are withered, the fields are dry and cracked, the soil becomes sand, and no more food can grow.”

“No one knows what the reason is. Everyone says that it is God’s punishment.”

“God made this land barren, so that we can get nothing from the land.”

Squatting on the ground, holding a handful of sand, watching it fall from his fingers rustlingly, the young leader looked at the dry and cracked desert and clenched his hand.

“No one wants to be born a horse thief, no one wants to. Especially we still–”

The words paused here, and were cut off in half.

Thrall let out a sigh of relief, and he said, “However, guarding this land where nothing can grow and there is nothing, we want to live and we have no choice but to be a horse thief.”

The young leader’s voice was so deep as to seep from the depths of his chest.

It seems that they are only speaking calmly, but there is deep pain and helplessness.

“At the beginning…”

The teenager who had been listening quietly finally spoke.

He asked: “Since you know that this land has become barren, why didn’t your ancestors take everyone out of here?”

Thrall smiled bitterly, spread his fingers, and dropped the sand in his hands.

“Actually, I don’t know much, but those old guys said, because this is our homeland, the homeland, the place where our ancestors have lived for generations, and the place where the bones of our ancestors are buried.”

He smiled bitterly and said: “Even if you die, you must die here.”

Thrall squatted on the ground, still holding a weed in his mouth.

He stared at this desert with no end in sight.

Ugly, ugly, wasteland with nothing.

However, it is his homeland, where their family has lived for generations.

Thrall had already made a decision with those hanging eyes drooping.

“That thing you said last night…”

He said,

“Sorry, I won’t do it.”

Not to mention how long it will take and how much risk it will take. Even if it succeeds in the end, the young man did not break his promise. It was useless to give them a place to stay.

His people will not leave here.

The people of Fira will not abandon this land.

No matter how barren and useless the land is, as long as you still stand on this land and look at this land, the hearts of Feila people can be stabilized.

This is the land of their ancestors, even if they don’t have the name of their ancestors, they will stay here until the last person.

…………

“Yes.”

After giving an answer, he was quiet for a moment, and Thrall heard the voice of the boy coming from him.

The young man stepped forward and stood beside him, looking down at the camp below like him.

“When your ancestors become horse thieves, you will never have any retreat.”

“Abandon the name of Feqier and call herself a Feira.”

As the boy said, he bent his knees and squatted down.

His eyes met Thrall who turned to look at him.

“You have been horse thieves for nearly a hundred years. Now all the Aaron Landis people know that the Ferran people in the Thrall desert are bandits and horse thieves.” The boy said, “This infamous title will follow you and follow you. This is true for your people throughout their lives and their children.”

If the gangrene is attached to the bone, it will not be removed by scraping.

The boy said that his tone was plain, but extremely cruel.

“Feiqier’s descendants, the Fira people, will be horse thieves scolded by thousands for generations.”

Thrall’s breathing suddenly hurried, and a bunch of anger burned fiercely in his heart.

Every sentence of the boy was like a knife, and every word was stabbed in the most painful place, dripping with blood.

He wanted to yell, he wanted to tell the boy to shut up.

But he did not speak after all.

Because what the boy said was a naked reality.

He heard the boy watching him ask him: “Thar, are you willing?”

…

Willing?

Of course not reconciled!

He was not reconciled to let the people of Fira just perish forever.

He is not reconciled that his tribe’s children can only struggle in the mud for generations.

He is not reconciled to the name of his ancestor’Feiqier’ and never see the light of day again-

From a long time ago, he wanted to do something…anyway, he wanted to do something.

Even if you hit your head and bleed, it is much better than just rotted silently like this.

But reality tells him that he can’t do anything.

The people of Fira have been praying, praying to the gods of Aaron Landis, begging.

They prayed to the gods for hundreds of years, but they never received any response or mercy from the gods.

…………

The young man squatting in front of him stood up again.

“Thar, let’s make a promise.”

The boy stood, looking down at the young horse thief leader who was still squatting on the ground.

He reached out to Thrall.

The wind from the desert screamed and blew the young man’s long hair.

“I made an appointment with you.”

The boy who stretched out his hand smiled at Thrall in the wind.

“When you calm the Thrall land again.”

“I will restore the prosperity of the Thrall land hundreds of years ago when your ancestors were.”

The blazing sun shone from the sky, illuminating this desert land to the extreme.

Perhaps it was because of looking up, or perhaps because of the backlight, that the young man’s smile was so bright that Thrall was inexplicably scorching his eyes.

“After you offered me this land.”

“I will let you, personally retrieve the glory of the name Feqier.”

…………

There was silence for a long while.

I don’t know how long it took.

Thrall’s hand stretched out slowly, with a bit of hesitation and struggle, but after all, he firmly grasped the hand that the young man extended to him.