Without further encouragement, Androx returned to his seat. He sat, restless. He simply couldn't understand why his own kind would treat him this way. What was it about his family's enemies? The Agapatheids had no enemies. But if so, he started planning, just in case. He first made a mental note of who was armed and where they were sitting or standing in the room. This helps him stay disciplined, which is no easy task.
The old Philistine stood up, walked gracefully over, and stood before the king, near the center of the clearing, where all could see and hear. He was pleased with the attention and said: "The great king may know that seven generations ago my family were also kings, the proud tyrants and reformers of Dikaia. We ruled with the love of the people and the support of the majority of the nobles Four years. That slave's family was the chief culprit in forcing us from our rightful place. Since then we have been quietly and subtly working against his fathers, delaying the dissolution of all their wealth and power. Here is the deception The land deal was an agreement broken by a third party. I won’t go into the details, but..."
Androcles suddenly had a hundred fragments in his mind. The dwindling family land, his father's suicide, his own misfortune...
The man walked away slowly, his chin drooped and his brows tense. Androx discovered that some of his homicidal intentions were radiating on their own without him realizing it. It wasn't enough to do any real damage, but he could hear people gasping and moving around in fear. He tried to put it away, but it resisted him.
It took him a moment to fully realize how angry he was. It was an old, low-burning anger, one that he couldn't understand or explain and that drove him deeply. Lafayette's words drew it out, added fuel to the fire, blew the embers into flames. He closed his eyes and tried to restrain himself, but he couldn't. The more he paid attention to this feeling within him, the more bitter and angry it became. It consumed all his efforts and the flames grew higher and higher. His father's death was heartbreaking. His mother abandoned him, returned to her family, and was never seen again. Without property, he lived his entire life without full citizenship, unable to vote or attend conventions and learn about the war he himself would be fighting. After twenty-five years of wandering, his wife disliked him, his neighbors almost forgot about him, and he killed people he didn't care about. All in vain. All because of old grudges.
He stood up, thinking about what to say before starting the massacre he had been dreaming about for months.
Atfill was the only one in the room who seemed unaffected, clapping his hands twice and saying, "Bring in the flowers!" He had to be ready for his performance. "
The tool box must have been right outside the door, because he was immediately pushed inside and stumbled inside. He grimaced at Androx's anger, but continued on. This time he was not wearing a dancer's costume, but plain clothes - a thick, pale woolen shirt and trousers that were gathered at the ankles to give him room to grow. Overall, his gear looked neat and tidy, and the bruises on his face had mostly faded.
"Come, child, sit on my lap and I will sharpen this knife," said Alsafir, taking out a curved dagger and a whetstone. Flower walked carefully to Altfer and sat down as instructed. The little boy tried to look nonchalant, but no one could deceive him, especially when Alsafir held him in his arms and began to scratch the whetstone, and he winced. Flower risked a glance at Androll and winked furtively.
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soon. Soon, he'll kill them all. Killing the king's men, the backstabbing old Fillion and his guards, the prince....but not now. He can't yet, not until Flower is killed in front of him. not yet. He took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and swallowed his murderous intent down with sheer will. I tried it twice.
"Excuse me, dear guests, what were you talking about just now?" the prince said casually, pointing the whetstone at the newcomers. The newcomers stood nervously, as if they were about to wet their pants.
Everyone's eyes fell on Androx, who sat down again. Closer this time, rather than in his usual position. This was not the casual indifference he deliberately displayed at such gatherings. Instead, he sat cross-legged, hands on his knees, facing Al-Safer, with an expression that made him afraid to hurt his son. Alsafir ignored him, not even taking his eyes off the knife he was sharpening.
Focusing on controlling his anger, Androx's thoughts became clear, and he realized something important: the judges of Dikaia wanted to hear it all. Androchus now knew who this man was. He was the son of Sexnaiko, one of the four founding families. Long before anyone could remember, they established a tyranny, but it failed, partly because of Androx's own family. A
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The curly-haired young man licked his lips nervously and continued: "Where have I been? How can I believe what I just saw? But I say, O king, everything is ready. The house of our last enemy has fallen The only slaves left are the king's slaves. It's time to stand up and reclaim our rightful place as rulers of the city. Our house is strong and we have enough soldiers ready for the task. Yet, even so, we I still hope to be completely sure of success.”
Hearing this, Saxony signaled to his thunder guards. The two men holding the sacks stood up, and everyone in the room listened to the sound of the coins moving as they were placed at the young man's feet.
He smiled and continued: "For this guarantee we wish to employ as many demons as possible that the king has given us. We have brought, O king, ten talents of gold and ten talents of silver. Behold!"
The thunderbolts ripped the ties off the sacks and turned them upside down, letting the gold spill to the ground, eliciting shocked gasps from the crowd. The king opened his eyes wide and leaned forward. The escorting catmen silently returned to their positions.
"O King, we have so much gold in the coffers of Digaya, and more. We are willing to pay any price. Our victory must be overwhelming, undeniable, and echo forever in all glory and in the world. How many demons will the king give us for this price? How much more money can he offer to guarantee the next payment? Saxony said. He bowed gracefully.
The king rose from his seat and held out his hands, palms upward, in a gesture of invitation. "I know your house and your city. I foresee great benefits from cooperation. Therefore, I, King Lugobelenus of the Alien Race, declare that you will have twenty-nine demonic berserkers, for I can give you no more Yes. They are led by two hundred of our most elite cavalry."
Arsal stopped sharpening his knife and looked up at the king with a hint of surprise. This was the first time Andrew saw real emotion on the prince's face.
The king sat down again, this time in a stiff and dignified manner. And he said: "In addition to the ten talents of silver that you brought, I ask only of you. Conquer your people and elevate you to your rightful status. When your work is completed, I will hire your best soldiers to supplement me." My own army, for I still have a lot of land I want to capture. Maybe your family is rich, but I hold the wealth of a great king. Grant my wish and we will rule as brotherly empires. We will erect a stone Come honor our oath and separate the north from the south. You will have the ocean and the beaches, I will have the mountains and the dense forests, and no one can resist us."
The crowd suddenly burst into thunderous cheers. The walls trembled as the men shouted their approval, stamping their feet, clapping their hands, banging their cups and horns on their plates. The king allowed it to continue only for a moment, then raised his hand to signal that the whole place fell into silence. He said: "Take out my biggest spear and give it to my nephew!"
After a while, a slave burst into the room holding Androchus' spear. He knelt before the nunnery messenger and held it up. The man stepped forward and accepted it respectfully. He looked carefully at its intricately decorated hilt and ever-shining spearhead. He raised his eyebrows to show he was impressed.
"That spear," said the king, "is the last possession of the man you call Androcles, my slave. I have never seen such a fine weapon, nor such fine spelling: its edges were not It will dull and the handle will not be dented. It is a free gift from me as a gesture of goodwill. May my brother, your father, carry it with him when he returns to the throne."
"O king, it is fitting that our agreement should be made in the ruins of Agapatia. Will the king believe that these four talents of silver were once his? It took him a lifetime to earn them, look. He gained something. Even his wife left him and married into our family," said young Saxony. "She was pregnant when I left."
The anger deep inside Ankerex erupted again, and before he could control it, he stood up, before he even realized he was moving. He was so angry that everyone was stunned. With lightning speed he rushed up to the old Philian and snatched the spear from his frightened hands. He stabbed the man so hard in the neck that his head lolled to the side, blood spurting from his heartbeat several feet into the air, and he fell to the ground.
It happened so fast that Androx had no time to think, no time to realize what he had done, or what it meant, before it was too late. But after Saxony's last convulsion, Androcles regained enough intelligence to withdraw as much of his murderous intent as possible.
He turned to the prince and said: "I will go south with this gold. Give me back my son, Altfil. Then let me go in peace, or I swear by the name of Arcos, I will Kill everyone here."
Skywalker didn't wait; they were outside the door before Androx had finished speaking.
Alsafir smiled darkly and said, "Protect him as best you can." He stretched the knife towards Hua's throat, but before he could cut the boy open like a pear, Hua lowered his chin and fiercely The ground bit the prince's thumb. Flower shook his head, tearing at the wound like a dog, and snapped the knife away.
cried the prince, more in anger than in pain, his eyes gleaming with fire in stark contrast to his icy demeanor. He jerked his hand away from Flower's mouth and lunged for the knife.
The flower was now held only by one arm, and she twisted away from the prince's hand. The boy staggered toward Androx and fell.
The king jumped up from his chair, pointed at Androchus and shouted: "Kill him! Kill them both!" All the guests in the room stood up and seized their weapons.
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Okles grabbed his son's shirt and helped him to stand. He said: "It's time to go."
"Yes, Dad," Flower said, staring up at him with a thousand different emotions in her eyes.
"Now!" cried Androx, throwing him toward the door on the right, where there were the fewest people about.
Flower hit the ground at nearly full sprint and ran for the exit. The first few aliens ignored the boy, and Androcles' heart pounded, hoping he would escape.
Alsafir pointed at Flower, ignoring the blood dripping from his forearm, and shouted, "Get him!" For a heartbeat or two, no one in the room except Flower reacted. The footsteps seemed quiet.
Seeing that he did not obey quickly, the prince threw the dagger he had been sharpening. The flower screamed and fell behind the crowd.
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Okles didn't have time to see what happened to the flower; his enemy was already closing in on him. The first attacker smashed his mace into his head, and Androx caught it.
He sends out a blast of murderous intent, but only for a short time before shutting it down again. He had to give Flower a chance to escape.
The men next to him were pale and unsteady; one of them even dropped his ridiculous two-handed sword. Before they could recover, Androc thrust his broad, flat spear into the necks of two of them, right to the bone. They collapsed.
Another man sneaked a punch at Androcles' heel, but he raised his foot in time and the sword missed and fell on the dirt. The blade got stuck for a moment, and he stepped on it, bending it into something useless.
Another long sword swung at him, but he dodged in time. Without years of practice dodging spears, he would never have had the reflexes to handle such a ridiculous sword.
The battle begins. Instinct and training took over, and he twirled his spear like a dancer, relying on moves that had been instilled in him for decades. When he concentrated, most of his thoughts and emotions escaped his mind, but even so, he tried to walk toward the flowers.
A club hit him on the elbow, but it failed to break the bone, and he still held on to the spear.
A sword dug shallowly into his hip, and Androcles stabbed his attacker just above the sternum. The other man dropped his knife and jumped down to seize Androcles' legs, but no experienced wrestler was fooled. He stepped back, stomped the man's head on the ground, and dodged an axe.
Something hit him hard on the side of the head, nearly knocking him unconscious, and he realized the pressure of the crowd was growing and he couldn't control it. He used his murderous intent again, another brief but powerful burst. Xiaohua, wait a moment...
This bought him enough time to deliver fatal blows to three other attackers and push them away when they found themselves dead. He had just enough room to dodge the next two hits. Stabbing the other man in the stomach and pushing him away creates more space.
He inched closer to where Flower had fallen. One of the men caught him by the middle of his spear, and Androcles was forced to let go of it to grab a heavy mace that was swung at the same time from another angle.
Oh well. He will fight with his bare hands. Stay alive, here I come... He unleashed another wave of bloodlust, but his enemies began to recover quickly, without much effect.
If Flower was dead, or if he could escape, Ankerex would be able to fight with all his strength, but he still had no idea where the boy was amid the chaotic movement of bodies. Gods, let him live.
He grabbed one of his attackers by the balls and throat, squeezed hard, then lifted him above his head and threw the screaming, writhing man into a swarm of snarling savages trying to charge at him. He punched the other man hard on the nose, shattering his face. Then another, same effect. Flower, where are you?
The man who stole the spear tried to stab him with it, but Androcles turned beside the stab, seized the spear, and viciously headbutted him. It hurt Androcles' head more than he expected, but he jerked the spear out of the man's hand.
He thrust the point of his sword into a man's armpit to stop him from swinging with both hands.
He yanked the spear back and twisted it into the other man's head, but not before receiving a slash beneath his ribs. flower……
There are two more swings coming from opposite directions. He fended them both off with his whistling spear.
Punch after punch was thrown at him, most of which he dodged, but not all. A thrown plate hit him just above his right eye, and blood dripped from his face before he could blink.
The shouts of his attackers grew louder and louder, and they found themselves gaining the upper hand, while Androx was driven back at every attack.
He stumbled over a fallen body, which he didn't notice in time, but managed to roll backwards before the crowd fell on top of him.
His attackers stabbed him from three different directions and he was unable to block or avoid them. Instinctively, the full, unhindered force of his murderous intent burst out of him without restraint.
His attacker immediately stopped attacking. The four closest to him fell to the ground, either dead or paralyzed, with blank expressions on their faces. Everyone within five steps of him stumbled and fell. Some foamed at the mouth and rolled their eyes upward. Others had bulging eyes, flushed faces, and were breathing heavily. A man was twitching wildly on the floor.
The blood that soaked Androx's hands and arms dried quickly in the heat and began to peel off. He could smell it starting to burn. The air around him twisted in his fury, and he felt the hot west wind tugging gently at his hair.
The people behind were stunned and unable to move. Many dropped their weapons and shouted loudly, unable to get their feet to obey them. A few people even peed their pants.
For a moment, as he stared at the remains of his enemy, Androx wondered what his true power was and where it came from.
He shook his head to stop himself from being distracted and started slaughtering everyone around him as fast as he could. The sooner they die, the sooner he can suppress his murderous intent and find the poor little flower, wherever he is.
His spear pierced a heart. It took a lot of effort on my part to avoid overdoing it and wasting time. The humiliation that had accumulated in his heart for months now burned like lamp oil. His thoughts were nearly consumed by pure rage as his murderous intent set hair and dry cloth on fire ten paces away from him. However, he noticed for the first time that there was never any hair of his own.
He saw a bright piece of iron flash past, just in time to avoid Alsafer's sword strike.
Androchus was so surprised that his murderous intention disappeared without a trace in an instant. Those furthest from him regained consciousness and rushed to the door, where Altfer struck with a series of precise lunges designed to prevent Androcles from exhausting his spear.
Androchus again unleashed his murderous intent, and the last of the fleeing men fell at the door, but Alsafir was unaffected and continued his attack.
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"How?" Androx asked, just as he stepped on a forearm that rolled beneath him, nearly knocking him to the ground.
"Huh? Al-Safer stopped his attack and asked.
"You know what I mean!" Why aren't you affected? Androx shouted, almost crying with frustration. He is so close to me. He is still so close to me. flower……
Not far behind the prince, the king rose from his seat gracefully and solemnly and picked up a huge two-handed sword from his side.
Altefer forced a silly smile and said: "Smudge, my father is the king. He takes pleasure in subduing raging demons. You will die here."
Androcles had never seen the king do anything more impressive than issue orders from a flagon, but like his son, he showed no signs of being affected by the murderous intent that would be enough to Ripples were sent through the air, turning the edges of the fabric into ash. He walked slowly and with dignity to the prince. Androchus wondered whether the ridiculous, effeminate jewelry he wore would impede his movement, or how likely he was to catch the great sword on the wing of his helmet. not very.
The king said: "My son, we almost succeeded. Where did you fail?"
"Your Majesty, I didn't know he hid so much power. This was the first mistake I made."
Confused, Androchus lowered the tip of his spear a little. They looked at him, but without the seriousness of a fight. However, they didn't show any opportunities for him to exploit either.
The king said: "Where is the second one?"
"I didn't realize how deep his sense of honor was. I wanted to smash him. I should have twisted it, turned it around."
The king smiled approvingly and nodded. "Yes. Why don't you just kill his family?"
"No matter how many years pass, the desire for revenge will never disappear from his heart."
"That's right. I doubt you'll be successful against him, but I want you to learn your lesson. Remember every aspect of his personality. He is a noble man, one of the finest you will ever meet. If you choose him , he will make an unparalleled ally. If you can defeat him, he is stronger than twenty demons. He is worthy of your blood, and you would be wise to pursue him."
Altfer lowered his eyes, though his iron-fisted demeanor showed no other reaction. He said: "Thank you, great king. I will remember your words. If he had not disturbed me, I might have defeated him."
"No, my son, it was you who were cornered and grew restless. You have done well. Do not be ashamed. Now stand back and let your father hold his head up."
Atfill resignedly took a step back and looked down at what he was stepping on. A little meat.
King Lugobelenus placed only one hand on the hilt of his massive sword; with the other, astonishingly, he placed it in the middle of the polished length, like a spear. He quickly advanced on Androcles and stabbed him in the heart with the point of his sword.
Androchus turned with the butt of his spear and thrust it downward toward the king's knees. The king stepped aside and stabbed him several times in rapid succession. Each time, Androx fended off the attack with ease.
Their weapons were inexplicably tangled together. Spears doesn't have a crossguard; the giant sword does. This was a move that Androcles never expected, but one that the king had clearly planned. The king twisted and tried to wrest the spear from Androcles' hand, and succeeded. He quickly threw the spear aside and stepped back, sword still pointed at Androx.
Lost it twice in one day. The Thais will skin me for this. Androx readied his hand and circled, waiting for his chance. That sword is huge. He could only move it so fast.
Androchus restrained his murderous intent. There's no use letting it wreak havoc if it won't harm his enemies, especially if the flower is still alive in the pile of corpses near the door.
He rushed to a shorter sword lying on the ground and raised it just in time to block the onslaught of the king, who now had both hands on the hilt to extend the range.
The king swung out in a whooshing horizontal arc, too fast for Androx to step in and take advantage. Then he came down at an angle, giving Angelle room to step aside and step inside. It was another trick - the sword made a faint circle from the king's arm. A
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The king continued to strike downward with his sword, but this time it was Androcles' turn to play trick. He pretended to be off-balance, unsure of his defense, and weakly missed the ball. The king fell to the ground again, and Ankerix managed to pick up the sword. This second blow knocked the sword out of Androcles' hand.
The king struck him down triumphantly a third time, but Androclus staggered forward. As the great sword was leveled at the king's head, he grabbed hold of the crossguard, slammed the sword into the king's winged helmet, and wrested it from his hand.
The king was startled, staggered back a few steps, and straightened his helmet. He didn't even try to dodge Androx's swing aimed directly at his neck. The sword jumped up automatically and flew over the king's head without causing any damage.
It took him a moment to realize what was happening, during which time Androx opened his mouth in confusion. He tried again, this time swinging the sword at an angle, trying to slash the king from shoulder to hip, but once again the sword changed its trajectory mid-swing and passed harmlessly past its target. He swung again and again, and it was the same every time.
"Smudge, will the slaves of your land kill the king?" Have the gods abandoned your people so that such a thing could happen? said the king.
Androcles threw aside the enchanted sword and struck a blow at the king, but his fist missed its mark. His second punch was so hard that he lost his balance and nearly tripped over a dying, unconscious man.
Before he could stand up, the king kicked him in the stomach, knocking his feet off the ground and knocking out his lungs. Then the king reached down and lifted his body from the ground, as easily as a child, even though Androx was twice his size, and threw him ten paces across the room, where he crashed painfully. On one of the wall beams that supported him.
Ankrex stood unsteadily, swaying in the direction of the spear, trying to get air into his lungs. He had once killed a goddess with that spear; if anything could save him now, it was that.
The king saw him reaching for the spear and trying to kick it away, but the spear spun on a fulcrum and Androcles succeeded in catching it near his head. He rolled back, swung the spear handle upwards, and struck the approaching king in the ribs. It connects.
The blow was not strong enough to cause much pain, and even if the king felt pain, he only raised his eyebrows in surprise and showed no sign of it. A
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Okles immediately took half a step back and stabbed the king in the face with the handle of his spear again. This time, the king ducked.
Androx grinned, taking advantage. A series of rapid thrusts and swipes almost made the king jump backwards, until Androcles finally struck the king in the stomach before he could escape.
As soon as the spear point penetrated the first knuckle of a finger, Androcles' arm stopped moving.
He felt a dozen iron fists grasping him tightly, and when he looked down, he saw ghostly marks in the flesh of his forearms. He tried to break free, but they were dead set. The fear of it nearly expelled Androcles' rage, and plunged his mind into a state of frightened confusion.
The king stepped back from the tip of his spear, letting a narrow stream of blood flow down his silver garments, dripping slowly from the hem at his knees. Behind him, Alsafir stretched out a hand, made a strange gesture, and muttered under his breath. Ankerex heard a thud on a nearby wall and glanced over to see some decorative heads bobbing and banging against each other. Looking around, it seems like most people are taking action.
He used all his strength to break free from the invisible restraints, but the result was nothing but bruises. He is trapped. He will die here.
The king straightened his clothes and went to get his huge two-handed sword.
Pain for death filled Androx, which surprised the rest of him. He had always been more tormented by life than by death. But now, his children would suffer because of him, and he died knowing how close he was to achieving his goal. His silverware is right there.
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Okles no longer struggled with the invisible hands clasping his arms, but instead tried to find a way to lean against them comfortably. He saw movement near the door, glanced over, and saw Flower squirming out from under a dead Allogian. His snow-white hair and ears, like his sleeves, were mostly stained red and pink with blood. Androx's blood ran cold, and his pain quickly turned to fear.
The king and prince made no sign that they noticed it, and Androcles quickly looked away to avoid drawing their attention in that direction. If Flower could open the door, he could hide, and if he could hide, he could survive until the wolf scabs
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It was hopeless, but even so, Ankerex knew he had to do whatever he could to divert their attention away from the door.
He took a deep breath and began to fight against the restraints again. He used all his strength to twist his arms, but the invisible hands still held his arms as firmly as before, as solid as a city wall.
The king took up his greatsword and checked its length to see if it was bent. Apparently it was, so he straightened it with his knees. The king swung his sword in a long, terrifying arc, then gracefully twirled it sideways several times. In the corner of Androx's vision, the flower pulled itself out, its tail now visible, also stained red with blood.
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Okles struggled even more and spat at the king. My head will curse you, and I will not protect you. Slaves will piss on your grave! May the gods make you suffer! May your son die before you!"
He attracted the king's attention, and Altsphier devoted himself to controlling Androcles' magic. The prince's hands never wavered from the strange gestures they made, nor did his voice cease its quiet, rhythmic murmur.
The flower stood precariously at his feet; as soon as he was out the door, he was in God's hands. "Patos Orphan Nurse, I leave my sons in your care..." he murmured, as the king strode towards him angrily, sword raised.
But Flower didn't run away. Instead, he walked toward Alterfer. Androx shouted: "No! Run!" But it was too late; the kit was submitted.
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The flower stopped a few steps away from the prince and looked around the room calmly. He stood up straight, clenched his fists, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sang.
The boy's voice was as high, clear, and perfect as ever, as sweet as the nectar that nourishes the gods. Its power soothed and calmed restless hearts and minds, and Anklex loosened his bonds. He found that he was pulling the invisible hands so hard that the skin on his body was torn in more than one place. However, the pain didn't bother him; in fact, nothing happened.
This music drives away the bitterness and pain with its perfect beauty. Not only did he calm down, but so did the king and prince. The king rested the tip of his sword against the ground, relaxed his posture, and listened. Atfel quickly stopped mumbling and lowered his arms, seemingly surprised that he had done so. But there is no more violence in the air, only rest. Just music and rest.
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Okles wanted to hear the flowers sing very much, but he was too tired. He had played too long and too hard, and his exhaustion was beyond his capacity. Even so, he still tried. He took a deep breath. He shook himself. He pinched himself. He reminded himself of his responsibilities. Before he knew it, he was lying between two warm bodies, eyes closed, watching the sunrise from horseback.
He turned his horse and rode south, toward the beach. He smiled as he saw all the skeletons following him. They also maintain good discipline, with their feet landing in perfect unison as they march. Who would have thought they would make such good soldiers?
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"Dad!" Flower whispered.
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Okles was dragged back to consciousness, but he struggled to move and couldn't even open his eyes.
"Dad, wake up!" Hua whispered.
"I'm awake," he replied quietly. He opened his eyes hard. Flower leaned over him, covered in dried blood.
Androx breathed a sigh of relief. He sat up, held his son tightly in his arms, and kissed him several times. Hot tears flowed from his burning eyes and dripped down his face, only to mix with Hua's tears, and they pressed their cheeks together.
For a while they both cried quietly and held each other tightly. Androx watched himself lost in emotion, as if detached from it. How deep was his shame and worry that their reunion had affected him so profoundly over the past few months? But he couldn't stop himself, and even if he could, he wouldn't want to. The tears on his face were a comfort to his heart.
Surprisingly, the flowers were the first to cut it short. He whispered: "We must hurry up before the king comes back."
Ankerex stood up, his steps a little unsteady, and he quickly looked around the auditorium. Bodies were scattered on the ground, and the room was so quiet that the light from the lantern seemed soft and inadequate.
Hua whispered: "The prince was sleeping there, but the king ran away before he was asleep. I looked outside, but I don't know where he went."
The king really had nowhere to find, but Ald Faul was lying in the place where the flowers referred to. Andrew smiled slowly, looking forward to it. That bastard should be killed in sleep. Ankrex listened carefully, but didn't hear anything, although the door of the auditorium was open. He quickly walked over and peek out of the door, but did not see a person. not even one. Not even a lantern. The king's fortress was silent.
Well, no one would disturb him, at least for the time being; so he began to rush to find supplies. He threw a thick wool shirt on Fraul, and then took a shirt that looked like he could stretch. He grabbed a few bear skin and let the boy hold it. "Dad, my legs ..."
"I saw it. I'm here to carry you. Hold this."
Once he found a bag, he stuffed half of the bread and dried fruits in. He can collect all the meat collected from these messy foods is cooked, without drying, and will deteriorate, so he leaves it.
Then it is time to collect money. The silver was all the gold. These things can be packed in a very heavy bag, and the Tianshan Perak is very kind and leaves him the lucky bag. It is wise to escape as soon as they are in trouble, but it also means that his enemy in Dica will know what happened here.
it's gone now. He filled all the gold coins in his pocket, and each gold coin was ten glittering Tarat, and then put the bag in another pocket to prevent it, then hang it on his shoulder. It was heavy, but he thought it would be worse.
Fraul put down his burden and pried out a sword from a dead man. He walked over to stand by Alzofer and said with a calm and firm voice: "Dad, I want to kill him."
Android nodded and said, "Why are you? Why don't let me do it?"
I thought for a while, and then answered with the same calm voice. "I can't do it. I must know."
Usually, when a strong emotion holds Fraul, it will soon cry, even if it is just too happy, or the food is too delicious. However, it can be seen from the boy's behavior that the situation is different. The commotion in his heart was deep, and he couldn't even stir the surface.
His little songbird has a gentle soul; he is a domesticated animal, suitable for safety, peace and civilization, and is not suitable for danger, struggle and wilderness. The whole family knows, and loves him more. Gabi even said that the name of the flower is very suitable for him because he belongs to the garden. But boys, even the dearest children, will always become men. A
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Okles leaned down and grabbed the boy's shoulder gently. "Very good. So where do you plan to stab him?"
"Neck, clavicle."
"Very good. Before you become stronger, you have to avoid any places where they may have thick clothes or armor. If there are blood vessels in the neck and collarbone, if you cut them, they will spray crazy. , I will die too much and die too much. I am glad you still remember. What do you plan to do it? "
"I will jump up, push with my stomach."
"Good idea. The wound must be deep enough to completely cut the blood vessels, otherwise he will die slowly. Now he kills this illegitimate child."
Hua hesitated for a while and put the sword back in place a few times, but Android Kles said nothing. In the end, the boy's face twisted into anger. He jumped into his hoe and roared like a boy, piercing the sword into the prince's neck.
The prince woke up and struggled to stand up, but it was too late. His blood flows out of the wound, just like wine flowing out of the water tank. He tried to call for help, but the air poured out of the wound. After a few heartbeats, Alsar shivered.
Andrekles turned that person over and looked at him until the blood stopped with the last heartbeat; after a while. He was satisfied and smiled proudly: "It's not easy to cover this, right?"
Hua tried to laugh, but failed. Even for him, his face was pale.
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Okles patted the boy's head and Fraul froze. "Pride, kid. You saved me and others today. Do you feel uncomfortable, are you?"
Flower nodded.
"It will pass. We will talk about it later, so pay attention to the present. Let me see your legs." A
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Okles knelt down, pulled the wound on the legs of the pants, and looked at the wound. I do n’t know if it was because of the dagger thrown out by Alzofer, or because of the fall of the flock, a clear red appeared on the pale thighs -one inch one -inch long, at least such a deep and fine wound. A lot of blood was flowing, but the wound was very clean. It seemed that once the blood was dry, as long as Fraul didn't move his leg, the wound would be closed automatically. The situation is bad, but it is even worse. May hurt his kidneys.
There is something rustling, and then a weak whisper. The father and son quickly walked towards the noise source, and saw one of the heads tied to the wall shaking, almost unacceptable.
"Dad, they woke up." Fraul put his hand on Androl's arm and whispered.
"I heard it. You need a bandage, and then we go."
"Dad, what if the king is back?"
"Then I can kill him now, not in the future. Wait ahead."
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Okles flipped around in the room, and finally found a clean cloth: a new fur cloak, which contains a good linen lining, and he torn it off. He tied it to the wound to make a bandage, and the boy shrank, sobbing, and gritted his teeth. A
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Okles scratched his son's head gently, and he knew that it would hurt much after the sewing.
When they finally walked outside, the cold night air was deeper than he thought, but at least there was no armed team to ambush there. There are no others -the fortress of the king is still quiet and dead. There should be slaves everywhere, picking firewood, water and bread, or looking at the owner's animals, and at the same time, there are a lot of exotic people to do their own things.
Instead, most of the lanterns and torches are extinguished. If a slave is doing housework, they will also secretly pass through the shadow. A
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Okles believes that the locals have tasted his killing intention, so they chose to hide in the room and don't know what kind of evil things this is. This is better for him. He carried the flower on his shoulder, and then handed the fur and spear to him, and let him hold it. He picked up the remaining supply and walked towards the king's horse.
Strangely, he found that no one was guarded there. About thirty horses, several of them are still tied to gorgeous barbaric chariots, eating and drinking in the grooves, or squeezing together to warm them together. Every time he came here to take care of his horses and collect feces, at least five slaves were ready to entertain the king guests at any time.
Androcles knew that he was not the master of a horse. He chose the biggest horse, hoping that they were the strongest and healthiest. However, he did inspect the things and such things that did not find any wounds.
The chariot of the Honor Legion is built for speed, and there are almost no seats. However, in the north, they made the chariot wide enough to allow the two to stand side by side, sometimes even wider. In addition, the Honor chariot is open and rarely has armored. These chariot are spacious and equipped with solid and heavy wooden boards, forming a wall that almost reaches the waist of Andropler. People are easy to enter and exit. They are usually painted with colorful and gorgeous to show wealth.
They look slow. If it weren't for a small and gorgeous carriage, what would they be? At least Fraul could squat to avoid arrows.
Andrekles took some better blankets from the nearby horse, made a small bed for Frace on the carriage floor, and lifted him to it because his leg hurts. Fraul immediately sat up, put his chin on the railing, and peeked out from the railing. "If we encounter such setbacks, you will regret it. Lie down until we leave here."
When Fraul tried to settle down and made himself comfortable, a feeling of darkness, anxiety, and anxiety shrouded the entire area and began to become more and more intense. At first, Ankrex thought it was just the fear of running into the wilderness without a guide, until the wolf scars caught up with him, but this fear gradually became stronger and stronger. His pulse accelerated, and his muscles were tense. Fraul sat up again, almost hugging Android Kles's legs, trying to attract his attention.
"Dad, what is that?" Is it you? "
"No. Down."
This feeling became more and more strong, and Android began to feel disgusting. He just collected a little bit of his murder to resist it, but he felt a little familiar. Similar to the killing intention of an experienced warrior, but uneven. crazy. lesions. Then he realized what it was.
King's Demon.
"It turns out he went there."
"Wang? Hua asked, still holding Anjack's legs, and he looked around nervously.
"King. He must go to his demon." He grinned. "But he spent too long because we all left."
They really gone -Andaurs pulled the reins sharply, and the car rushed into the night. They walked on the hard soil road of the fortress, and did not see any creatures -not even the door of the door, open.
The reins rang again, and the carriage rushed out of the open door and ran towards freedom. Forget the hunting of the king, forget his demon, forget the shame and worry in those months -Ankrex gets freedom, everything will be fine. The joy of that moment drowned him, and he laughed. Fraul looked up at him in confusion, but Angles smiled.
The road ahead was long and straight, and it was illuminated by a weaker but bright moon. It welcomed him, the cold feeling at night was like the warmth of the summer dawn. Everything is together.
