A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 326. Chapter 326

The desert of Thrall is different from the clear night sky every day. This night, the sky above the desert was very gloomy, and the clouds covered the deserted land.

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

Tiny raindrops fell rustlingly from the dark clouds, and the whole dry desert was thirstingly devouring the nectar that the sky had bestowed on it.

This is a rainy night that is rarely seen in the dry and waterless desert all the year round. If it were changed to normal, there would have been cheers in the camp of Fira. At this time, both men and women, young and old, did not care about sleeping, but praising the gods while happily welcoming this rare heavy rain.

Those lively children will run back and forth in the rain with excitement, cheering for joy.

But tonight is different.

On this night of heavy rain, there was no joy in the Ferran camp, but rather depressed.

An atmosphere of dignity and urgency enveloped the camp, and no one slept peacefully in the huge stockade.

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

The hall, which was originally extremely empty, was full of people at this moment, and the torches hung on the stone wall showed a little light in the dark night.

Even the most stubborn child is leaning tightly in his mother’s arms at this moment, looking nervously at the rainy night sky outside.

The fire in the room was reflected on the faces of the children, and the tender faces were full of tension and fear.

The women held their children tightly, while comforting the children, while praying to the gods from the bottom of their hearts.

The rain was still falling, pattering on the roof, falling like broken beads from the eaves.

The sound of fighting in the distance was faintly heard through the dark rain curtain, allowing the uneasy breath to spread in this crowded room.

………………

The heavy rain crashed in the dark night.

The long-lost rain soaked the dry and cracked ground, and also soaked the hair of Thrall, who was riding a horse in the heavy rain.

Thrall raised his hand and wiped the rain off his face so that it would not obscure his vision.

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

Not only his hair, but his whole body was already drenched, the whole figure seemed to be soaked in water, and his wet hair clinging to his cheeks messily made him look quite embarrassed.

Only his dangling eyes stared at the opposite side fiercely, with a fierce look like a wolf in his eyes.

The hostility in his eyes was tumbling, and the anger was almost as substantial.

Thrall gritted his teeth in the heavy rain.

If he could do it, he really wanted to bite the damn traitor’s throat severely.

If he could, he couldn’t wait to bite off that bastard’s flesh bit by bit.

Termia!

And those traitors!

He stared sullenly at Termia, who was riding a horse across from him, and the dozen familiar figures behind him.

He can recognize every one of his people!

The young leader stared at the betrayer’s eyes fiercely like a wolf, hiding a deep pain.

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

He never thought that his friends, his people, would one day take their enemies to attack the camp—

Don’t they know that if the camp is captured, what will happen to the Fira people?

The horse is neighing in the heavy rain.

The black horse thief has approached the Felan camp.

That is the Sivari bandit.

Siwarima thief of nearly a thousand people.

As for the Ferans, even if they are all mobilized, even if they are strong women who can fight, or even fifteen or sixteen-year-old underage teenagers, they can only count as many as five or six hundred.

In particular, the Sivari bandit was still attacking at night this time, taking advantage of the fact that the Ferans were unprepared, attacked in the dark rainy night, and hit them by surprise.

The faint light of the fire from the burning torches on the stone wall shone through the rain screen, Thrall’s eyes were deep, his hand holding the rein was firmly clenched, and the hemp rope was deep in his palm.

Temia.

He never knew that this person was already so angry with himself.

He has never fortified his people, so he didn’t expect that Temea would secretly contact the Siwari bandit during these ten days when he took the royal messenger to visit the desert.

Presumably Temia had already informed the other party that the Ferans would join hands with the royal court to destroy the Sivari bandit group, so the leader of Sivari planned to act first, taking advantage of the fact that the envoy of the royal court had just left. , Attack the Fela camp.

In addition to secretly leaking news to the Sivari bandits…

When he returned in the evening, he found that some people were missing in the camp. After inquiring about it, he found out. At noon, Temia said that when he heard the news, in an oasis in the distance, there would be a very wealthy man in the evening. The large caravan arrived and stationed there.

Therefore, in the afternoon, Temia set off with several other Feira’s little bosses with hundreds of people.

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

At that time, Thrall didn’t think much about it.

It wasn’t until the night that he saw Temia with his Sivari bandit group attacking the Fira camp—and also taking Sivari thief to avoid the trap set outside the camp, he finally understood.

The only thing that made him a little relieved was that there were only a dozen Ferra people who followed Temia.

Hundreds of other people must have been deceived by Temia, and they are still lying in ambush in the oasis at this moment, waiting for the unnecessarily caravan to arrive.

In the heavy rain, the beard-faced Sivari band leader yelled in a vicious voice, trying to intimidate and overwhelm the Ferans with his aura first.

No matter how the other party yelled and cursed, Thrall didn’t respond, only his companions around him shouted and cursed back, and some were angrily cursing Termia and the dozen or so betrayers.

Thrall didn’t yell at him, he even glanced at Temia who was among the Thieves of Sivari, and he never looked again.

At the beginning, he was also very angry, so angry that he wanted to yell at them.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt that there was no need for this.

A few rants, for those betrayers who are heartbroken, are not at all painful.

At this moment, his gaze was just staring straight at the leader of the Sivari bandit group.

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

Thrall gritted his teeth.

Although the number was only half of the opponent’s, as long as he did not fight hard against the Siwarima thief and smashed a bloody way to escape, most of them could survive.

But no, people like them cannot escape.

Their tribesmen, those old and weak women and children who have no fighting capacity, are in the camp, right behind them, and they will never abandon their families in any way!

“It’s so long…”

A hoarse voice came from the side.

Rarely, the middle-aged man who didn’t drink tonight raised his hand and wiped the rain off his face.

“Last time our father and I went side by side together, it was a few years ago.”

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

There was a fierce light flashing in his eyes that had been muddy because of his long-term alcoholism.

“Don’t persuade me, son,” the man said.

Thrall did not speak, just nodded.

The horses underneath are neighing.

Suddenly, the heavier the rain, the more urgent it was.

In the storm, the Siwarima thief, under the leadership of their leader, rushed towards the Ferran like a wolf.

Tonight, perhaps it is the time for the people of Fira to be annihilated.

Thrall took a deep breath and waved a long knife in his hand.

There is no trace of fear on his face.

However, unwillingness penetrated deep in the eyes after all.

Obviously…

Obviously their brand new future is in front of them…

But the Ferans can no longer see that future.

He does not regret his decision.

He just wasn’t reconciled.

Very unwilling-

Suddenly, a huge lightning struck hard, and accompanied by a rumbling thunder that seemed to burst the entire sky, it turned out to illuminate the dark rainy night like daylight.

Thrall opened his eyes sharply.

He saw that a dark shadow suddenly came from the night in the lightened rainstorm.

The black shadow in the rainy night was like an indestructible sharp blade, and in a flash, it fiercely tore the Swarrima thief.

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Heavy rain is pouring.

When Gallan and his party hurried back, standing on a hill, they could see from a distance the Feila camp surrounded by the Sivari bandits.

“There seems to be a ghost in the Ferra people.”

Gallan said.

“The Fira people will lose.”

Huimos said in a low tone.

This duel between the Feila bandits and the Sivari bandits was almost like a fight with two children to him.

It doesn’t matter who wins or loses on either side.

but……

He cast his eyes on Garlan.

As if he had a sharp heart, Gallan turned his head to look at him at the same moment.

Even if it was covered by a cloak, most of the teenager’s hair was already wet, especially the forehead hair, which was washed by rain, and the dyed black had faded and turned back to its original golden color.

The golden forehead was wet and pressed against his forehead, and Garland looked at Heimos, his eyes slowly curled up.

The bent eyes looked like a crescent moon hidden behind dark clouds in the dark rainy night.

“Your Excellency Black Knight, it seems that you have to come out early.”

All right.

You don’t need to guess that this will be the result. Huimos looked at Garlan, who was looking at him with a smile, and silently took out something and put it on his face.

Gallan’s smile froze.

He saw the extremely’chic’ rattan grass mask that he had made up in the oasis not long ago.

Didn’t this thing have been lost early?

When was it taken by Huimos?

Seeing the movement of Huimos slowly putting it on his face, Gallan couldn’t help but twitch.

Wait, are you really planning to take this shit to the show?

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

“…Don’t you think it’s shameful to wear this?”

After all, Gallan couldn’t hold it back.

As the object of being disliked and spit out, Hiemos didn’t care.

“Wearing this, who knows me?”

Garland: “…”

It seems to be correct.

After that sentence, Huimos suddenly lowered his head and approached Garlan’s face.

The vine grass mask soaked in rain became more and more green, but it couldn’t hide the golden red eyes like flames from it.

“My lord, I will fight for you.”

Under the rough vine grass mask, there is a brown lower face.

The ugly mask and the handsome half of the face formed an extreme contrast, but because it was too extreme, it gave people a kind of magical temptation inexplicably.

The thin, cold-colored lips that whispered together raised a shallow arc.

“Aren’t you going to give me the blessing of victory?”

Even heavy rain can never extinguish the scorching flames in the man’s eyes.

Gallan and Hiemos looked at each other for a moment.

He raised his hand.

Drenching fingers touched the top edge of the vine grass mask, which happened to be on the forehead of Huimos.

His fingertips made a water mark on the center of Hiemos’ forehead.

“I know you can’t lose, but be careful, don’t get hurt.”

He stared at Hiemos and said softly, “Dignified black knight, if you get hurt by this kind of horse thief, that’s a big joke.”

“understood.”

Huimos raised his head, and the ends of his forehead flung a string of water droplets when he raised his head.

He smiled and said, “I will let those guys not even touch the corners of my clothes.”

After speaking, he raised his hand with a wave.

Except for the two guards knights left by him to protect Garlan, more than a dozen knights followed him down from the hills.

…………

Just when Thrall was about to meet the Siwari horse thief who had already galloped towards them, with the mortal idea that he would die together, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Under the lightning that was as bright as daylight, he suddenly saw a line of cavalry that pierced through the group of Siwari horse thieves like sharp arrows.

In the torrential rain, the knight in black armor took the lead and slammed into the Siwari horse thief fiercely.

The posture is as easy as slicing tofu with a sharp knife.

Almost at the same moment the next lightning fell, the black-armored knight in the lead had galloped to the center of the bandit group.

With a sharp wave in his hand.

The head of the Sivari bandit group, who had no time to react, rose into the sky, splashing bright red blood in the rain.

There was a dead silence for a second, and everyone was in an uproar.

The Sivalima thief’s team suddenly became chaotic.

The Ferra, who was originally full of grief and indignation, looked at the scene on the opposite side dumbfounded.

The Siwarima thief, who was unstoppable for them and capable of destroying them, was vulnerable to the terrifying black-armored knight.

Obviously there were only more than a dozen cavalrymen, but among the nearly a thousand Sivalima thieves, they rushed back and forth as if they were no one.

They smashed through the ranks of Siwari horse thieves, like ten ferocious wolves breaking into the flock, stunned the flock of sheep and fled.

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

No one is its enemy.

When he swings the long sword in his hand, it seems to be able to tear the night apart, and no one can stand in front of him.

The flashing lightning illuminates the face of the black-armored knight, and illuminates the blood-splattered mask on his face like a demon, making people scared to look at it.

“What a daze! Rush up!”

After returning to his senses, Thrall saw that the companions around him were all stupid, staying still, feeling embarrassed, and shouting angrily.

Awakened by Thrall’s words, everyone in Feila finally came to their senses and hurriedly rushed forward.

After all, they are here to help them, and it would be too shameful for them to stay where they are and watch them like this.

The Siwarima thief was already on the verge of collapse, and when he was encircled and suppressed by the Ferran people, he was defeated soon.

The horse thief never talked about honor or persistence. Once there were signs of defeat, many people turned their heads and fled immediately without saying a word.

A mess on the battlefield of the night.

Thrall allowed his father to lead people to chase down the Sivarima thieves, but he rushed to Temia with dozens of companions to stop Temia who wanted to escape.

In the torrential rain, Temia was already drenched.

He looked at Thrall with a pale face and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Maybe I want to ask for mercy, or maybe it’s still an unrepentant complaint.

But Thrall didn’t want to hear anything.

No matter what this companion who grew up with his brothers and sisters wanted to say, he didn’t want to listen.

He rushed forward, and the long knife in his hand severely chopped off Termia, who had not had time to say a word.

The horse that had lost its owner was neighing in horror.

The blood ran on the ground, and was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

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

He tilted his head up, panting quickly, the rain pounding heavily on his face, streaming down his cheeks.

If it weren’t for the people of the tribe, he would have the urge to scream loudly in the rain.

After breathing for a while, my heartbeat finally calmed down.

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

The sound of horse hooves came from the side, and Thrall turned his head and saw one of the cavalrymen running up and running to stop the horse in front of him.

“The master asked me to take you over.”

Thrall had already recognized who these rescuers were.

They are all guards brought by the distinguished young man from the royal court.

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

Therefore, after giving a few words to his subordinates, he followed that person away.

On the way he was led over, Thrall was still grateful.

In fact, it was not that he had never had bad thoughts. After all, the ransom that a high-ranking nobleman could exchange was too tempting.

But the instinct that felt that the man in black was dangerous saved him, and even the Fela family.

If he really couldn’t help but feel the temptation in his heart, and start a crooked thought…

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

At the sign of the guard, he rolled over and dismounted, and followed the guard to the hill ahead.

He didn’t go very far, and when he looked up, he saw a man in black armor standing on horseback in the light rain, most of his body stained with blood.

His chest trembled reflexively.

It wasn’t that he was persuading, it was really shocking that this man looked like a killer on the battlefield.

Thrall quickly looked away.

The next second, he was stunned.

The rain is still falling, and in the dark rainy night, the young boy’s wet blond hair is the brightest hue in the dark night.

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

When there was light, he didn’t take a closer look. He always thought it was a lighter yellowish brown.

Now in the darkness, he could clearly see that the youth’s eyes were the purest color of gold.

Blond…Golden eyes…A seventeen-year-old boy…

…And, the powerful knight in black who has a close relationship with him…

…………

I heard that the one who was established as… not long ago…

Could it be–

Between the lightning and flint, an incredible thought flashed through Thrall’s heart.

But he didn’t dare to believe it.

He stood in place, completely dumbfounded.

He stared at the young man with a dull gaze, only the words’impossible’ reverberating in his mind.

“Speaking of it, so many days, I haven’t told you my name.”

Wet blond hair was scattered on his shoulders, and the golden eyes of the boy riding on the horse were slightly bent.

“Prince, Garland.”

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“Fuck me!”

This was the leader of a certain horse thief who couldn’t help but slapped his thigh suddenly and exploded in foul language.

Sonorous sonorous——

This was the sound of the slamming of the swords of the guards knights who were violently discolored and furious.