That night, a long-planned rebellion broke out in the north, and many people were involved. The deputy prime minister of the kingdom even died because of it!
When the sun shines on the next day, the steps of the King's Ring are covered with blood, both from the guards of the royal city and from innocent people. That night was a severe challenge for the north and the Dragonborn Emperor.
——"Dragonborn Emperor·Night of the Long Sword"
No one knew why things got to this point, and many people didn't even understand what was happening before the riots broke out.
"They took action!"
someone shouted.
And was the first to draw his weapon.
They were sneaky and eloquent, creating conspiratorial remarks among the crowd: "The king is dead, and the usurper wants to liquidate his loyal servants. Let us fight them!"
"The curse was spread by them, they are the minions of the Dark Lord!"
"Kill."
As a result, the ignorant people were coerced and attacked the royal city guards. Some of them didn't even have weapons or armor. Instead, they were pushed around by the people behind them with their bare hands, screaming meaninglessly, and rushed towards Halbarad and others who were surrounded by guns and shields.
Behind him is the King's Tower, which symbolizes royal power. Not only does it contain the relics of previous kings, there is even a Palantir placed on the top of the tower.
Halbarad could not retreat.
So, he could only yell cruelly: "Everyone, stab!"
The guards here are mostly Dúnedain, with a small number of elves as well. They are all loyal servants of the Silver King. They are the sword and shield of the kingdom.
Therefore, they picked up their spears without hesitation and stabbed hard.
"Wow!"
"ah!"
"Well!"
A large number of people's eyes suddenly widened, as if they couldn't believe that the guards really dared to swing their spears at everyone. But when they lowered their heads and looked at the spear point piercing their chests, they had to believe that their fate was over.
"look!"
Those snake-like voices sounded again: "Murderers! They are all murderers!"
"Let's fight them!"
"For the king!"
At this moment, it doesn't matter who is right or wrong. The appearance of blood makes both sides unable to remain calm. Coupled with the incitement and bewitchment of the spies hiding in the dark, a heartbreaking scene appears.
The people ignorantly attacked the spears and shields of the royal city guards, while Halbarad gritted his teeth and kept ordering people to drive them away.
Many people even die without understanding that they have escaped from the hellish place of Mordor and have died in such a meaningless thing before living a few days of happiness.
They stretched out their hands helplessly, grabbing the air in vain, staring at the towering spire with confused eyes, and slowly fell.
Behind them, more people were like droplets of water in the wave, involuntarily rushing forward with the restless crowd until they were smashed into pieces.
There were so many people participating in the riot that almost half of the residents of Annuminas gathered here.
If it weren't for the high steps in front of the King's Ring, Halbarad and the others would have been unable to support themselves.
It seems that the ancestors had considered similar situations when they built this majestic ancient city. They built a long stone staircase between the Ring of Kings and the city on the next level, separated by high walls on both sides.
This has almost become the last barrier for the defense of the royal city.
Although there were a large number of rebels, only three of them could come up the narrow stone steps at the same time, which gave the royal city guards a chance to breathe.
In fact, the royal city guards led by Hal Barad only numbered more than 40 people. Although they were all well-equipped, if they were on flat terrain, they would have been eaten alive by the restless crowd.
No matter how hot the blood is, it has a time to cool down. Soon, these incited people slowly calmed down.
Someone suggested going back to get weapons.
But more people are beginning to reflect on why things have come to this point?
"The guards did not rush down! It seems that they are also scrupulous about avoiding causing a bigger riot..."
someone said.
But at the same time, some people said: "But neither the king nor the deputy prime minister showed up! The queen was also missing. Isn't this an attitude?"
At this time, the spies hiding in the crowd still wanted to incite the people.
They wondered on the sidelines: "If they are really innocent, why don't they let us in? And the king has not shown up yet. Doesn't this confirm that he may have been killed?"
However, because the most fanatical group of people have died tragically.
The rest began to hesitate.
Someone shrieked sharply: "Who? Who is speaking?"
But the spies are like poisonous snakes, insidiously spitting information in the dark, but they refuse to reveal their true colors.
Inciting voices came from all directions: "Many people died. We just want to find out from the king and see if he ordered all this."
"Aren't we doing a good deed? The Silver King was murdered by the elves and usurpers. It is a righteous feat for us to avenge the king!"
"They killed people! Many brothers were killed. Are we still indifferent? Punish the murderers severely!"
"Punish the murderer severely!" they shouted, creating a confrontational atmosphere among the crowd.
But at the same time, many people said calmly: "None of us have heard that Lord Turka has ordered the killing of his subjects. Those who secretly spread such evil words must be people with evil intentions! We should be vigilant!"
In addition, some people were shocked by the sight before them. The blood of innocent people was flowing all over the holy King's Ring, and they were also involved.
"What have we done!" Many people said in fear, "Will such evil deeds not be punished by God?"
As a result, many people retreated.
They plan to leave here, return home, and wait for orders from the elves or the Silver King.
But those insidious and vicious spies were still chattering among the crowd, instilling terrible conspiracy theories. Therefore, some people blindly obeyed, shouting angrily, hoping to severely punish the murderer.
at this time.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
The king's trumpet was blown.
Led by Fenna, the troops of the elves and the Dunedain passed through the city gate of Annuminas, swept along the city's avenue, and went straight to the top of the King's Ring.
"Innocent people stand aside!"
The leading knight held a silver-white flag, on which was a fire-breathing golden dragon with spread wings--that was the symbol of Turka Aracano.
Therefore, during this rebellion, the innocent people who were coerced immediately stood aside in fear with their hands tied.
"The guilty are armed!"
The knight shouted again, flying through the crowds of people on both sides that separated like a tide. Behind him were heavily armored elf riders and human rangers.
The "Queen" as she was known was the first to suffer.
More people dropped their weapons in fear, not daring to face the majesty of the royal family.
嘘嘚嘚.
The rumble of the steeds of the Elven Horses and Human Rangers resounded through the night sky. The knights rushed up to the Ring of Kings like a whirlwind, surrounding the conspirators with evil intentions, the instigated rebels and the innocent kidnappers.
"The bewitcher will inevitably die!"
The bow string of Galadlans in Fenner's hand trembled slightly, and she shot a guy who was trying to escape with one arrow, and said with a smile on her face: "The same goes for escapees!"
As a result, the rebellion ended.
Many people were thrown into prison, including innocent people and spies who conspired to rebel;
There are even some guys who get into big trouble in anger.
But in any case, these were all participants in the riot that night, and what awaited them would be the most severe trial since the establishment of the Northern Kingdom.
Since the Silver King was not in the city, his deputy was assassinated, and the burden of governing the country suddenly fell on Fenna.
Arrest spies, screen innocents, rescue the injured.
The once idle and carefree female chef suddenly became steady and she was busy almost every day. The female elf even complained that since taking over this mess, she could no longer go to her small kitchen to practice her skills.
As a result, Galdo and Halbarad couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.
But fortunately, our "Queen" knew the priorities of the matter. After experiencing such a major change, she began to work hard to play the role needed in the city at the moment, trying her best to appease the people and be wary of those who might make trouble.
It was under such circumstances that Radagast the Brown came to Annuminas.
"You mean, the Holy White Council has determined that this plague is caused by witchcraft?" As the mistress of Annuminas, Fenna met the wizard in the King's Tower.
"Yes Yes."
The friend of the forest still looked slovenly, with eyes that were sometimes shrewd and sometimes confused. He said to the female elf: "Lord Turka reported the doubts he discovered to the Holy White Council. The council decided to let us - me It means that I, Saruman and Gandalf went to various places to check the disasters there! I came to the north, Gandalf went to Gondor, and Saruman went to Rohan! Yes, that's it."
This made Fenner become serious. She said, "So, Lord Radagast, do you have a way to eliminate these terrible black magics?"
"let us see."
Radagast muttered, opened his old felt hat, let the two restless little birds inside fly out, and then said: "I can feel that this city is being controlled by some evil force. It's shrouded, but I have to think carefully about what kind of witchcraft it is. It's best to conduct on-site investigation. Yes, this power is very powerful and secretive. It cannot be possessed by mortals... Maybe, maybe, unfortunately, Even answers I didn’t expect!”
The old problem of the brown-robed wizard has returned. He is mysterious, garrulous, and speaks incomprehensible words. His expression is serious and uneasy.
Fenna frowned and glanced at Halbarad standing next to him - Arathorn's body had been buried in the tomb of the Númenorean kings. Although Halbarad was very sad, he could only Accept this fact.
At least, the former master had given birth to an heir, and the bloodline of Isildur was still circulating among the Dúnedain. This was a blessing among misfortunes.
Thinking of this, Halbarad put away the sadness in his heart.
The Dúnedain are brave enough to do their job and are loyal and reliable - on the Night of the Long Sword, Halbarad led the royal city guards to withstand many attacks from thugs.
As a result, many people said that he would be the perfect choice to be Annuminas' second vice-president.
Sensing the "Queen's" gaze, Halbarad immediately said: "If you need to visit on the spot, I know a place that might interest you."
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