"Your Highness, come with me." Meron led the heir to the kingdom, the eldest son of King Andri, to the other end of the palace.
"Myron, where are you taking me?" The eldest son was puzzled, so he followed Myron's words.
After walking for nearly three-quarters of an hour, the eldest son noticed that Myron was getting farther and farther away from the center of the palace, and he had no intention of stopping.
Myron is now the commander-in-chief of the Guards. At the same time, under the temporary instruction of King Andri, he armed the king's private slaves to strengthen the defense of the palace.
At this moment, Myron took him away from the royal capital.
"Myron, where are you going? It's far enough." The eldest son originally thought that Myron was taking him to meet a group of guards to send him out of the royal capital.
Myron turned around, his hawk-like eyes scanning the eldest son with fear.
"Your Highness, how you used to call other nobles, you should call me now." Myron's tone was cold and threatening, "My current title is Duke, and you are just a Duke."
The eldest son was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat by these sharp words. Only then did he realize belatedly that his safety depended on this newly promoted nobleman.
"M-Duke Myron." The eldest son said in a panic.
Myron turned his head away and stared at him from the corner of his eye, "No need to say anything, just follow me quietly."
The eldest son nodded nervously.
They came to the broad garden of the palace. Marble statues of slave heroes were placed on the fountain. They held up the huge basin in the center. There was a statue of the king, wearing silk royal robes, a crown on his head, and a scepter in his left hand. The sword in the right hand.
Myron walked to the statue and stepped into the fountain.
The eldest son watched Myron place a hand on the statue, then rotate around the statue of the king, touching the slave hero holding the statue of the king in the order of three, one, four, and six.
Then, the eldest son's eyes widened. Under his surprised gaze, the hands of the slave heroes separated from the king's statue one after another. The latter slowly backed away. A hole was opened somewhere, and the water in the fountain sank until it dried up. , revealing a secret passage inside.
"This, this is?" The eldest son was surprised. This was the first time he knew that there was a secret passage here after living here for so many years.
"This is a secret passage for emergencies. Your Majesty told me." Mailen paused and said, "Let's go, Your Highness, let's go to your fief."
After speaking, Myron took out two hooded cloaks, threw them into his eldest son's hands, and quickly put them on himself.
"Go to my fief, 'us'? Duke Myron, don't you want to defend the palace?!" The eldest son's voice trembled, "My father gave you an order to guard the palace!"
Myron stared at him hard, and the eldest son was immediately frightened into silence.
"Remember, as long as I live, you will live, Your Highness." Myron's face showed a look of terror, and he stepped forward and grabbed the eldest son's shoulders, and pushed him into the dark passage, "Get in, I'm here A team of cavalry has been prepared at the exit, which is enough to protect us from escaping."
The eldest son stumbled and finally managed to regain his footing by holding on to the wall.
"After your father's death, we will crown you as soon as you arrive in the fiefdom. There are countless nobles in this hell. With the king's name, I can call on legions one after another."
The eldest son was trembling, and endless greed could be heard in his voice.
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The elites of the city-state army finally broke into the palace. During this period, occasionally the superior slaves loyal to the king rushed out from the dark with swords, which caused a little trouble and commotion, but this could not stop them. These more than a thousand people could easily They were dispatched and their bodies were thrown into the streets to slowly dissipate.
A series of fences were erected on the grand staircase in front of the palace. Under the command of the captain of the imperial guard at the top, hundreds of feather arrows flew down, from high to low. At the exit of this narrow section of the road, it was quite strange. There is deterrence.
"Raise the shield!" Keck shouted, taking the lead in raising the shield.
When the soldiers of the city-state army saw the arrows flying, they immediately reacted and obeyed the order and raised their shields instantly.
The man and Cassel jumped off the war horses. The terrain of the palace made the war horses useless, and the main battle was on foot. Of course, they also brought some cavalry, which was used to chase the enemy.
Although Keck shouted in time, it was still inevitable that some people would not react in time and be hit by arrows. The lucky ones only landed on their armor, and the unfortunate ones had their faces pierced by the arrows.
The injured soldiers fell to the ground and were dragged behind by the people around them.
"Push through," Keck shouted.
So, the soldiers held up their shields and faced the large steps of the royal capital. One after another, the flying arrows pierced the Zheng-shaped shields.
They pushed forward in an orderly manner, and there was no panic again. Instead, the captain of the Guards had to call back the archers in front, and watched helplessly as the city-state legions knocked down fences one after another.
As the archers retreated step by step, the morale of the guards gradually weakened, but the morale of the city-state legions increased as they pressed forward step by step.
When the infantry had marched to a certain distance, the captain of the Guards waved the long sword in his hand and shouted an order again.
Suddenly, the crossbowmen who were hiding at the corner of the grand staircase or behind the tall pillars suddenly came out. A powerful crossbow shot out from a tricky angle.
Even these battle-hardened veterans and elites were unable to react in time in this short period of time. They hurriedly raised their shields to reach the arrows flying from all angles, and the city-state army was in momentary chaos.
The tall Keck was hit by an arrow in the back, piercing his helmet. The impact of the crossbow at close range was extremely impressive, and the extremely strong man was momentarily dizzy.
"Charge, charge, protect the king!" the guard captain shouted angrily.
The imperial guards and superior slaves behind him roared loudly and rushed down from high to low.
"Reform, reorganize, don't mess up!" The man took over the command in time, "The king is inside, and victory is inside!"
After hearing the consul's order, the morale of the city-state legions, which had been hit by panic, was high and they regrouped. The infantry in the front row bravely held their shields in front of them, regardless of the flying arrows.
Even though the vast majority of the imperial guards who guarded the palace had the awareness of their mortality, and thus burst out with strong strength, however, this was just the end of their efforts.
Under the orderly and fearless advance of the imperial guards, thousands of people squeezed from the grand staircase of the palace to the narrow intersection, giving people the feeling of being so densely packed that they could not see the end. Naturally, it was impossible for these citizens who had just captured the royal capital to Give up the victory.
The guards who rushed over one by one were like wild wolves stuck at the tip of their spears. They looked extremely fierce, but in fact, they were stabbed in the throat one after another and took away their lives.
