The process of capturing the palace was more difficult than expected, but they finally succeeded.
First of all, the palace is huge and complex. It is built on the mountain. There are several royal gardens and various palaces, and hundreds of rooms of various types. At any time, there are hidden slaves or guards drawing swords against them. I don’t know how many people there are. Hit by a flying arrow hidden in it.
An arrow flew across the man's ear. He quickly lowered his head and raised his shield. Another arrow flew towards him from behind, smashing through the broken armor and getting stuck in the chain mail.
After a slight panic, the guards next to the man immediately stepped forward with their shields in hand, pulled out the hidden enemy, and hacked him to death on the ground.
This area was quickly cleared, and they suffered a certain number of casualties.
The tall Keck dragged an old eunuch from a certain room.
"Who is that? Keck." the man asked.
"Consul, he is a servant of this palace. He said that he has lived here for many years. He begged us not to kill him." Keck replied.
"Really?" After hearing this, the man immediately walked over and looked up and down at the trembling old eunuch.
The clothes of the old eunuch were luxurious and exquisite, and were of better quality than those of ordinary nobles. He clasped his hands and begged in a high voice: "You are their leader, please forgive me. I know the way to the hall, Your Majesty." Right there."
The eunuch's voice is the same as that of an old woman.
"How far is it from the hall?" the man asked bluntly.
"It's not far, just two gardens away. I can take you there." The old eunuch said excitedly.
The man thought for a moment and then said to Keck: "Organize three groups of infantry to follow him. After someone reports back, we will follow him."
Keck nodded. There were endless ambushes in the palace. He could understand the man's caution.
The old eunuch then knelt on the ground and begged: "Sir, I have to ask you for a guarantee that you won't kill me afterwards or let me lose my head."
"I promise you, take our people there quickly." The man answered simply, not wanting to waste time.
The old eunuch nodded repeatedly, and Keck loudly summoned three groups of infantry. After giving them instructions, the more than a hundred people escorted the old eunuch away.
The man squatted in the corner, feeling impatient.
Before the king is executed, men will never think that they have won. The city-state army marched to the royal capital overnight and conquered the royal capital. The purpose was for the king. Conquering the royal capital without a king is no different from conquering an ordinary city. As long as the king is still there Now, he has been continuously calling on the nobles to form their own legions to come and destroy the city-state of Aylan Biyin, and the attacks will become more fierce every time.
And if the king is executed, the entire kingdom will be leaderless, and it will definitely fall into great chaos. Those estranged nobles will form a loose alliance at best. Over time, they will fall into intrigues and attacks on each other.
By then, the city-state of Aylan will not only survive, but also expand rapidly, defeating the nobles again and again.
The man was irritated and waited patiently.
Not long after, Keck came back in a hurry.
"How's it going, Keck?" the man asked as he stood up.
"Consul, the people over there encountered a little ambush, but only two people were slightly injured and one was seriously injured." Keck paused and said excitedly: "The eunuch didn't lie to us. That is indeed the hall. An The King of Delhi is inside.”
The man immediately raised his steps and said as he walked: "Come with me, Keck. Have the people over there cleared the surrounding area?"
"It's being cleared, but the entire palace's defense should be completely cleared by us." Keck followed and said.
So, after leaving some soldiers to garrison, the two people took the time to follow the soldiers who sent the message to the hall where King Andri was.
Passing two beautiful gardens along the way, soldiers from the city-state legion could be seen stationed everywhere. Almost every corner of the entire palace was controlled by them, and the man felt a little relieved.
Then, they walked into a granite-paved mirror corridor. The ceiling and walls were covered with colorful paintings and portraits of kings and dukes, with exquisite composition and bright colors.
The Mirror Gallery was about a hundred meters long. The man walked very fast, even surpassing the messenger soldier who was leading the way. He couldn't contain his excitement.
Finally, after they walked out of the Gallery of Mirrors, they came to the marble-covered square, with the king's statue standing in the center.
Looking up, behind a long flight of stairs, there is a gorgeous milky white palace hall.
The man listened there and took a deep breath.
"Let's go up, Keck," the man said.
Keck nodded, clenched his fists, and grinned: "I also want to ask Cassel, Colvin, and Abdul to come over and see the king scared to death."
The man shook his head and smiled: "I'll see you later."
They stepped onto the stairs of the hall. The door of the hall was already held by the infantrymen of the city-state legion. The two milky white doors were pushed open, revealing the spacious palace inside.
In the palace, a group of nobles were lying on their knees and crying. Suddenly they noticed someone coming in. They all looked outside the door and stared at the man who entered.
The man raised his head and saw King Andri wearing a sable-tailed coronation robe. The royal robe was smooth and smooth. The crown was firmly placed on his head. He held the scepter tightly in his left hand and placed his right hand on the armrest of the throne.
Unlike the panicked nobles.
King Andri's face was as majestic as a mountain, and on his bloated body, a pair of solemn eyes stared at the man. His eyes were not facing the hatred of traitors or traitors, but scolding his own subjects, why they dared to offend the king's majesty like this.
Seeing the man walking into the hall, with his feet on the red carpet for the audience, King Andre leaned forward, his lips slightly parted, and was about to speak.
The man said coldly: "Drag that man down."
King Andre was stunned.
As the man finished speaking, the tall Keck led the two soldiers guarding the hall and quickly stepped onto the small steps in front of the throne.
King Andri moved his scepter in an attempt to deter these rude people, and cursed: "Is this how you treat your king?!"
The soldiers behind him were trembling with fright, but Keck did not react. He roughly and forcefully grabbed King Andri's shoulders, almost throwing him to the ground, and dragged King Andri off the throne.
The nobles howled when they saw that the king was treated so rudely and fell to the floor in such a miserable state.
"Quiet." The man said coldly.
The nobles were frightened into silence.
King Andre struggled to hold his hands on the ground and tried to stand up.
The man walked up to the king and kicked the crown and scepter away.
The consul knelt down, grabbed the king's hair, and slapped the plump cheek.
King Andri was shocked by the pain and looked at the man in disbelief. Humiliation and anger surged through his veins. He dared to treat the king like this.
He originally planned to start a debate in front of the throne that would be remembered in history. At this point, he had accepted his tragic fate and only wanted to leave the face that a king should have in epic poems or classics.
King Andri never thought that this man would tear his face to pieces so violently and completely destroy all his dignity in front of countless people.
"I have nothing to say to you." The man stared at him and said fiercely: "Where is Myron?! And where is your son?!"
King Andre did not know that from the beginning, there was no possibility of debate between them.
