If the victory in front of you is not grasped in time, it will be fleeting.
Although the city-state army had mostly blocked the main streets and guarded the slaves everywhere, the man still couldn't help but worry that King Andri would take advantage of the chaos and escape from the royal capital.
After a simple post-war prayer, the man mobilized the soldiers of the city-state legion, leaving some people to guard the city gate.
The elites and veterans carefully cleared the way in front. The tall men Keck and Cassel followed behind the men. They were about to lead people to surround the palace, completely conquer this royal capital, and execute the king.
The man glanced at the familiar street scene, where slaves and nobles fled in all directions, leaving behind chaotic wreckage.
The road in front of him became more and more familiar. The man suddenly saw the giant tower outside the city getting closer and closer. He lowered his head again and saw that they were very close to the market where he had stolen the bread.
The man subconsciously looked to the left and right of the street. Soon, as the team moved forward, he saw the familiar slave cave at a glance.
An old woman stood at the door of the slave cave, calling slaves one after another to go in and take refuge.
The man's eyesight was very good, and he could see the old woman's face clearly at once.
Rebecca.
She was very old, her back was bent and her face was wrinkled. She was wearing coarse linen clothes and commanding the slaves to hide.
Not sure if it was fate, Rebecca raised her head, and she looked into the man's eyes.
Although time passed by and many memories were erased, she still recognized him at a glance. He was the boy who was taken care of by old Fig and was literate in her.
He grew up and rode majestically on a war horse. His armor was covered with knife marks, he had a raised dark beard, his eyes were deep-set, and his hands held the reins tightly.
Lord, how mercilessly this time flies.
Over ten years later, he has changed so much that he has completely changed his appearance.
Rebecca still recognized him through those eyes, those kind eyes.
Seeing his old friend again, the man's heart skipped a beat, and he turned the reins. He said to his companions: "I'll go over there, don't stop."
Then, the man drove the horse to the slave cave. The slaves who were hiding inside and observing saw him approaching and shrank their curious heads in fear.
"Is it you? Is it really you?" Rebecca couldn't remember the man's name for a while, but after a while, she remembered that he didn't have a name.
"Rebecca..." the man murmured, "Thank you for teaching me how to read."
"You're back? Why are you back? I thought you wouldn't come back. What a big noise." Rebecca said in a trembling voice, unable to conceal her excitement.
"I came back to liberate the entire nation." After saying that, the man twisted the horse's head, "Sorry, Rebecca, I can't delay here. I wish you well, and we can talk about old times later."
After Rebecca heard this, she nodded and said kindly: "Go where you should go, and it won't be too late to come back to me, this old lady."
After a brief exchange, the two old friends who had not seen each other for a long time were about to part ways again. The man felt a lot of emotion, but he had to put it away.
He held the reins and returned to the team, staring at the royal palace climbing the mountain in the distance.
The destiny is there.
............
In the magnificent palace.
There seemed to be a thick fog of mist condensing in the palace. King Andri dragged his bloated body and sat on the throne with a bleak look on his face. He held the scepter in his hand and wore the gem-encrusted crown on his forehead more upright than ever.
King Andri's eyes widened in disbelief, scanning every panicked courtier and nobles who took refuge in the palace.
"What, what, how did those group of traitors break into the royal capital! How did they break into the royal capital!" King Andri grabbed his throat, his Adam's apple rolled, and loudly scolded everyone in the court, "A bunch of incompetent losers, you Let your family's blood be shamed, your virtue is not worthy of this noble blood!"
"Your Majesty, they only occupied the city gate temporarily. As long as we prepare ourselves again, these rebels will collapse at a moment's notice." The captain of the Imperial Guard knelt on the ground and said in a panic.
"Occupying the city gate? Surrounding me in the palace and making these losers tremble with fear. Is this called occupying the city gate?!" King Andri cursed angrily.
Several nobles with weak endurance were so frightened that they fell to the ground when they saw the king's angry attitude.
Seeing how weak this group of nobles was, King Andri was filled with anger. Starting from their ancestors, he scolded these courtiers and the nobles who came to the palace to take refuge until their heads were bloody and spittle flew. After a full three-quarters of an hour, He stopped coughing because he couldn't breathe easily.
After venting his anger, King Andri came to his senses for a moment, and faced the trembling eldest son beside him and said: "Gallo, call them, those rebels come over, remove their weapons, and meet me in the palace. Do you want to succeed me?" Sir, you should have the courage to ask them to come to see me, and I will knight them and send them back to their fiefdom."
The eldest son was stunned. The duke and prince never dared to act like this. He never thought that his father was so courageous and could not say a word.
"You are also a waste, damn thing!" King Andri was furious when he saw that his eldest son had not responded for a long time. As soon as he finished scolding, his expression changed again, and he cried and said: "You run away, ask someone to take you to escape, get out." This city must be taken back in the future!"
The timid eldest son nodded submissively.
Seeing this, the nobles in the hall looked pleading one after another.
"Your Majesty, let us protect the Duke."
"Your Majesty, please let us follow the Duke."
"My son, he is the Duke's playmate, take him with you."
"Your Highness, please let us escape with you."
Faced with the pleadings of this group of panicked nobles, King Andri not only turned a deaf ear to them, but when the pleadings subsided for a while, he wrinkled his face again, like an angry lion, and insulted these nobles again.
The nobles were scolded so much that their hands and feet were trembling, and they knelt on the wool carpet in the hall.
After King Andri finished scolding him, he sat firmly on the throne and shouted to everyone in front of the throne: "Myron, Myron! He is the only one you can trust. You losers call him over."
The captain of the guard hurriedly got up and left the palace. He escaped out of the gate.
Not long after, Meron, wearing armor, hurriedly climbed up an unknown number of stairs and walked into the magnificent palace.
"Myron, you organize people to take him and my son escapes." Seeing Myron's arrival, King Andri pointed at his eldest son and said, "You were a traitor and a slave. It was only through my gift that you became the earl you are now. Identity, now, I will give you one of my dukedoms, and you will be the duke of the kingdom from now on."
Myron nodded, his face solemn and bleak. At this point, he had no choice.
He really didn't expect that the Archon survived the ambush. When he learned that the Archon had been missing for a month, he concluded that the unnamed man died somewhere.
I just never thought that my fate would be beyond my expectation.
"Your Majesty the King," Myron knelt down on one knee. Instead of thanking King Andri for the reward, he asked, "Then what should you do?"
At this time, King Andri was sitting on his throne, high and high.
The dying king said: "I am a king, and I can only die on the throne."
