A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 325. Chapter 325

I always felt…he seemed to be…being fooled by the young man before he knew it.

Thrall, who was walking in the scorching sun, thought gloomily, that his black hair, which was almost the same as a bird’s nest, was messed up by himself, completely out of shape.

He scratched his hair vigorously for a while, and finally let out a long breath of helplessness.

how to say……

In that atmosphere, he was driven away by the rhythm of the boy’s speech without knowing it.

Gee!

That kid is so deceptive.

That kind of determined tone and decisive tone made people involuntarily infected and moved by his words.

It makes people dreamlike, indulging in the hopeful future he promised.

When the momentum passed, Thrall himself was puzzled.

He felt like he had done something stupid.

It’s so easy to believe in an unnecessarily promised by a stranger.

Not long ago, he still slandered in his heart that the other party was a silly idiot lady, but now…

He couldn’t help but smiled bitterly, thinking how to think he was a silly idiot.

Obviously the other party is a lot younger than himself, and he hasn’t even known the other party’s name until now.

Obviously it is an understatement, but it has a strong deceptive power that is unclear.

It seems that as long as it is said from the mouth of a young man, it will definitely become a reality.

More importantly, the young man truly grasped his weakness, the most painful place deep in his heart.

The future promised by the young man made him forget everything at that moment and just wanted to grab the opponent’s outstretched hand.

It’s like a person who is about to drown, desperately wanting to catch a driftwood passing by.

The people of Fira prayed to the gods of Aaron Landis for hundreds of years.

They kept praying for the mercy of the gods and praying to the gods to save them.

Now, a driftwood floated in front of his eyes.

… Is this driftwood that actively floats in front of him, is it the will of the gods or the temptation of the devil?

That beautiful young man, whether he can save him and his people, or will it lead the Fira people to a worse situation.

Thrall didn’t know.

He only knew that this driftwood would be the only and last chance for the people of Fera.

The wind whizzed by, and he had arrived at his destination unknowingly. Standing in front of the door of the Ferran assembly hall, Thrall raised his head.

In the Saar Desert, wood is extremely precious, so wooden houses are rarely seen in the desert.

Similarly, the hall where the Fira people gather is also a large stone house. Years of wind and sun make its appearance look quite vicissitudes, making this rough stone hall even more ugly.

Gazing at this familiar stone hall, Thrall clenched his hand firmly.

He wants to take a gamble!

The blood in his body was boiling little by little, and the ferocity and cruelty of the desert man surged in his blood.

His gaze suddenly became sharp, he strode into the stone hall, his sluggish dangling eyes, his gaze burned at this moment, his face was solemn, as if an invisible force was poured into his body, filling his whole person. Strength.

The appearance of the young leader who was so different from that of Changri made everyone who was summoned into the hall by him quite surprised. They all looked at Thrall either puzzled or surprised. How did their little boss suddenly become like this.

Only the middle-aged man sitting on the wooden chair in gray and black wolf skin at the top of the hall still drank alcohol on his own. Although he was on a high seat, he had almost no sense of existence, and other people in the hall were also used to it. Did not pay attention to him sexually.

This man is Thrall’s father, the true leader of the Ferans.

A few years ago, because of serious injuries, he left all the responsibility of leading the Fira people to his son. Since then, he has been drunk, drunk and dreaming, no matter what.

Therefore, although he is still the leader of Fira in name, it is only a symbol. The real master is his son, Thrall, who is called the little boss by everyone.

At this moment, all the prestigious people in Fira were summoned to the hall by Thrall.

In addition to the respected older generation, several important subordinates from the younger generation of the same generation as Thrall were also summoned by him.

Although these horse thieves are always bohemian, but at this moment, everyone can see that Thrall has summoned them to discuss important matters, so it is rare to stay honestly.

Tamia is also a very capable one among the younger generation. She is also staying aside at this moment, with a gloomy face, not knowing what she is thinking.

Looking around the crowd, Thrall spoke.

The Ferra people who were born in horse thief always acted swiftly and neatly.

So Thrall didn’t even bother to say an opening remark, and straightforwardly stated the purpose of convening the crowd and his own plan.

Halfway through what he said, it caused an uproar in the hall.

Like a boulder hitting the water, water splashed all over the place for a while.

“Little boss, you, are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, you are not awake yet? What are you talking about?”

“I said, could the little head be fainted because of the robbing of the beauty? How come you talk nonsense.”

Everyone was speechless. You said a word to me. Many people didn’t take Thrall’s words seriously, and some laughed.

“Do you think that I specially called all of you here to joke and talk nonsense with you?”

Thrall looked at the people coldly and asked rhetorically.

The laughter and discussion in the hall stopped abruptly, and everyone was stunned when they saw Thrall’s serious expression.

The little boss is serious?

He really wants to take them to be the pawns of the royal court and help the royal court fight other bandits?

The young people looked at each other, whispering to each other, talking in whispers, uncertainly. The elderly elders had no one to speak, and they either stared at Thrall with heavy eyes or looked down in thought.

Their nominal leader was still drinking sips in the upper seat of the hall, as if he hadn’t heard anything.

After a long time, several veterans spoke up one after another.

“Thar, have you thought about it? Are you really going to take the Fera people to follow the royal court’s orders from now on?”

“It’s too sudden.”

“Wang Ting has never taken us seriously, why suddenly…”

“Do you want to use us to achieve what purpose?”

“Thar, I don’t think this kind of thing should be so rash.”

The old people are obviously skeptical, and almost no one agrees.

Thrall looked at them and only said a word.

“The people in the royal court said that as long as I can clear out the bandits in the desert of Thrall, he promised me to help the land of Thrall restore the prosperity of our ancestors hundreds of years ago.”

The spacious stone hall suddenly quieted for a moment, and the eyes of the older generation lit up in an instant.

They didn’t say anything, just opened their eyes and stared directly at Thrall.

Thrall knew very well what these elders’ greatest desires were, so he went on.

“He promised me that as long as we do this, we will restore the name of our ancestor Feqier.”

In an instant, everyone’s breathing became heavy.

Not only the old people with their hearts beating violently, but even the young people’s hearts moved, staring at Thrall, breathing quickly.

Although the ancestor’s name is not as important to the old as the old, young people have the arrogance of young people. Although no one usually says, the concealed ancestor’s name has always been a acne hidden deep in their hearts.

And now, with such an opportunity, if they can personally restore the glory of their ancestors, then they will definitely become the heroes of the clan.

“Really?…The one who can really speak and count…”

The eldest old man spoke, and he looked at Thrall anxiously with his eyes open, his voice trembling a little.

“Enough! A bunch of idiots!”

A sharp shout interrupted the old man’s words, and Temia’s expression was already ugly to the extreme.

“Thal is stupid, do you want to follow along and be stupid?”

“Ancestors, ancestors, ancestors–it’s enough, such a name can fool you to death!”

“Wang Ting has always looked at us as unpleasant. They wish that we horse thieves would die. How could they give such a promise?”

He glanced at the crowd, with a sneer on his face, and said that he hated iron for nothing.

“This is obviously a trap! Those cunning officials just say anything and coax us to help them fight.”

“When the other bandits are really cleaned up, will we people have a good end?”

“I dare to say, don’t say what you promised us when the time comes, they will only find an excuse to kill us at the same time.”

Termia snorted bitterly.

“I don’t agree, I will never follow you to be the running dog of the royal court——!”

A few words from Temia shook the people who had been tempted.

“That’s right, what if Wang Ting is just using us?”

“Indeed, when we are almost fighting other bandits, Wang Ting can take the opportunity to kill us together. Maybe that’s how we are calculated.”

“If they don’t speak much…”

“We live on our own now, do whatever we want, and be as happy as possible, I don’t want to be a running dog.”

Seeing everyone shake because of Temia, Thrall just wanted to speak, and suddenly a sneer came from behind him.

With a crisp sound, a wine jar was suddenly tossed over and smashed to pieces on the uneven stone ground.

An inferior smell of wine permeated the hall.

The noise in the hall stopped abruptly, and everyone subconsciously cast their gazes behind Thrall.

Thrall also turned to look.

The middle-aged man who had been lying on his seat and drinking alcohol smashed the wine jar and glanced over with drunken eyes.

Being stared at by the man, everyone shut up.

Even if the man is just an alcoholic who does nothing, he is still the leader of the Ferran.

He has been a leader for more than ten years, and he still has great authority among the Fira people, especially among the older generation.

“Use? Calculate?”

The drunk man sneered.

“You bastards, don’t take yourself too seriously.”

“What do you think you are? You are just horse thieves, a group of horse thieves, just a few hundred horse thieves.”

“More than sixty years ago, there was a special… uh, what was special?”

The man burped alcohol, his drunken brain was not working well, he couldn’t remember anything, so he gave up irritably.

“At that time, he was very powerful in the Thrall Desert. It was frightening. He crushed the other bandits in the desert to death. Everyone must listen to him.”

“He is rampant in the desert, all the forces are received by him, and the entire desert is almost ruled by him.”

“At that time, everyone called him the king of the desert.”

“Haha, hiccup, the king of the desert, hiccup, such a prestigious fellow, it’s a pity that this title was heard by the royal court.”

“Then, Wang Ting randomly sent thousands of cavalry over, hiccup, haha, and killed the entire desert including the king of desert.”

“Tsk, why does the royal court want to use us… heh.”

He raised his hand and gestured with the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

“In Wang Ting’s eyes, we are almost like this little stuff.”

The drunk man yelled at his people.

“Come, tell me, are you interested in using an ant?”

“A person can trample a bunch of ants to death with just one foot. Does that person need to figure out how many ants are killed by one ant?”

“Come on, tell me, who of you is so fucking boring?”

The drunk man sneered, his eyes swept across the crowd, especially on Temia, whose face was flushed with irritation.

“I will tell you now, we are the ant in Wang Ting’s eyes–”

After saying this, the man waved his hand.

“Just do what Thrall said.”

He said,

“Being a running dog, gnawing bones, is better than being an ant that is trampled to death anytime, anywhere.”

After a moment of silence, everyone backed out with heavy expressions.

Soon, only the father and son were left in the hall.

The smell of poor quality wine lingered in the hall, and the man was still lying lazily on the seat, eyes closed, and there was no movement for a while, as if drunk.

Thrall looked at his father in silence, with complicated eyes.

After a long time, he turned around and wanted to leave.

However, before he reached the door, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.

“Son, you are a wasteful person who dare not face reality.”

“But you are different.”

The man muttered in a low voice, as if using drunkenness as an excuse, and said something he couldn’t say normally.

“You… take everyone to a fight.”

Thrall stood still and didn’t move, nor looked back.

“I never thought you were useless.”

He said.

After a pause, the voice increased again.

“Never.”

After speaking, Thrall still didn’t look back, and took a big stride out.

When he stepped out of the hall, the hot sunlight outside fell on him.

He raised his hand to block his eyes and looked to the sky through his fingers.

There are no clouds in the clear sky.

Although the road ahead was difficult, at least, he finally found the way forward.

He finally knew what he should do.

…………

In a blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

In the evening of this day, outside the Feila camp, Thrall was seeing off guests with a few close subordinates.

The guest who had been with him for ten days was naturally Garlan and his party.

To be precise, Gallan and the others did not stay in the Ferran’s camp, but in the desert of Thrall for ten days.

Because during this period of time, at Garlan’s request, Thrall, as the earth snake, led them to step on in the desert and wandered like this for ten days.

During this time, Thrall also discussed with Gallan about how to support the Feila Bandit Group.

It has been agreed that Thrall will receive the first batch of funds and weapons to support them within a month and develop them as soon as possible.

At the same time, it was agreed that they must eliminate the Sivari bandit within three months.

After accomplishing this, Gallan will send someone to discuss the future.

The sun is still on the horizon, but the sky is much gloomier than before.

“Why don’t you stay one night?”

Thrall looked at the sky and said, “It doesn’t look good.”

Although rain in the desert is extremely rare, it does not mean that it will not rain.

The rare sky tonight is gloomy and looks like a sign of rain.

“No, my family should be anxious if I don’t go back.”

Gallan shook his head and rejected Thrall’s proposal.

It can’t be delayed any longer, the time he spent in the desert is already at the limit.

He was only allowed to come out after he had agreed with Brother Wang and the others to go back. If he didn’t go back at the agreed time, he could guarantee that Brother King Camos would rush out to find him himself.

After that, the fruit was a headache.

And after being carried back by Brother Wang, Xiemur would definitely talk about him for a long time.

He doesn’t want to suffer that kind of torture at all, so it’s better to go back in the appointed time.

Therefore, Garland simply bid farewell to Thrall, turned on his horse, and left with Heimos, who had already been riding a horse not far away, waiting for him.

Garland, Heimos, and the dozen or so guard knights in the attire of the guards were riding horseback in the desert, blowing gusts of wind and sand, and disappearing far away on the horizon against the setting sun.

Thrall watched them go away, and then turned back to the camp.

He has been outside for so many days, and when he comes back now, there must be a lot of things for him to deal with.

But Thrall didn’t know that, where he could not see, the departing Garlan and his party stopped after riding for a while.

Huimos, who took the lead in reining his horse, glanced at a knight next to him.

He said, “Go back and stare at them all night.”

The knight ordered by Huimos nodded, turned his horse’s head, circled an arc, and ran back to where they had left.

He had to stay near the Feila camp for one night, monitor their movements, and confirm that they did not follow the prince and his party and other bandits before leaving and catching up with the team again.

Regarding the arrangement of Huimos, Gallan said nothing.

He understands that both vigilance and defensiveness are necessary.

After the knight left, they continued to set off, and successfully reached the predetermined rest point before the sky was completely dark.

That is an oasis in the desert.

Although small, it is already very good as a temporary camping site.

In fact, the camps of various bandit groups are almost all built in desert oasis. Of course, those are large oasis where hundreds of people can live.

After Hiemos had explored the neighborhood and arranged the knights’ vigil, the sky was already dark.

Today’s night is gloomy, with almost no moonlight and starlight.

In the dark oasis, the only cluster of burning campfires dotted the night.

When Hiemos found Garlan, Garlan was sitting by the campfire, bowing his head not knowing what he was doing.

The crimson fire light reflected the boy’s face red, as bright as the sunset.

He walked over and sat down beside Garlan.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw that Garlan was holding some verdant things in his hands, which looked like vines growing near the small lake not far away.

Gallan seemed to be trying to compose something with these vines.

“What are you doing with this?”

After looking at it for a while, Huimos couldn’t help but ask.

Garland looked up at Hiemos, and suddenly her eyes curled up.

Then he stretched out his hand and made gestures to Huimos’ face.

It was a mask made of vines.

Not too big, it was enough to cover the upper half of Huimos’ face.

The handwork is extremely rough, and the gaps between the vines that are woven together are large and small, and the shapes are tangled together awkwardly, which is unsightly.

“Didn’t I promise to give you a mask?”

Garland happily continued making gestures on Huimos’s face.

Anyway, he was bored, so he pulled out the green vines and weeds by the lake and tried to make a look.

Anyway… no matter how ugly it is, the person wearing it is not him.

Rao thought so, but after seeing his’masterpiece’ with his own eyes, Gallan couldn’t help but muttered.

“It’s ugly.”

The upper half of his face was suddenly blocked by the crude vine grass mask, and Heimos was still stunned, and suddenly he couldn’t help laughing when he heard Garland say this.

The fire light reflected on his face, in the golden red eyes that he exposed from the vine grass mask, as if igniting a soft flame in the bottom of his eyes.

The flame gently wrapped the boy in front of him in it.

“Forget it, you are so ugly to wear this.”

Gallan muttered to herself, and took back the ugly mask of vine grass.

“You look pretty good anyway, and being so ugly by me makes my conscience uneasy.”

While muttering, he tried to swing his cane grass mask, trying to save his work.

Hearing what Garlan said unconsciously, Heimos’ eyes smiled deeper.

“Do you think I look good?”

Garlan, who was focused on the vine grass mask in his hand, was unprepared and answered casually.

“What do you want to do when you look so handsome… uh.”

The voice of the boy who finally realized the last word came to an abrupt end.

However, it was too late.

Garland, who was confused, turned his head and glared at Huimos in irritation, who smiled very happily.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the vine grass mask.

He smiled and said: “Give it to me, anyway, I am so handsome, I have to use an ugly mask to block it.”

Gallan resisted the urge to poke him, and just wanted to drag the vine grass mask back to him, suddenly felt a cold on the back of his hand.

Click, a drop of water fell on his hand.

Immediately afterwards, another drop fell on the cane and grass mask that the two of them were holding together.

“It’s raining.”

Huimos stood up.

“I’ll let them set up a makeshift tent.”

Seeing the weather, the rain might not be too small. He planned to ask someone to chop down a few small trees, and then use vines to set up a tent for Garland that could barely keep out the rain as soon as possible.

As soon as Huimos stood up, there was a sudden rush of horseshoes from the night.

I saw the knight who had been sent by Huimos to monitor the Feira bandit group in the evening, hurriedly rushing, he leaped off his horse quickly, and bowed to the two of them.

“His Royal Highness, Master Huimos.”

He said hurriedly,

“The Fira camp was attacked by the Sivari bandit!”