A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 220. Chapter 220

The drizzle is falling, and the young leaves that grow out only after the rain is lightly beaten, the tired horse is in this short rest time, or bowed its head and gnawed the tender grass under its feet, or swallowed the soy beans fed by the owner, how much recovery A little bit of strength.

The cavalry also took advantage of this little time to devour the dry food they carried with them, replenishing their physical strength as much as possible.

The young man sat quietly on the rock, holding a water sac in his hand, and seemed to be drinking water, but his left hand holding the water sac remained unchanged.

He kept his head sideways, looking west.

The direction where Tyr led the Gasdad cavalry to flee.

The fine raindrops fell on his face, and the wet blond hair stuck to his cheeks and neck, hanging from the same wet shoulders.

The golden pupils are reflecting the distant horizon, and the little rain is reflected in it, as if it has also cast a hazy mist on his eyes.

Garlan looked ahead, his eyes lost in a daze.

“His Royal Highness, you can eat something.”

A guard knight walked over and handed Garlan the food.

“no need.”

Gallan shook his head.

He can’t eat it.

The knight looked at him worriedly, and finally left helplessly.

Garlan retracted his gaze, raised his head and took a sip of water.

He lowered his head, his slender eyelashes seemed to be stained with a little water mist, and they looked a little heavy.

feeling bad.

He couldn’t tell how uncomfortable he was.

I just feel that the head, chest, heart… and even the whole body are uncomfortable.

At this moment, I am afraid that the Gasdad people have already crossed the border and fled into the territory of Kanal.

Even if I am chasing the past, I can’t cross the border. I can only stand on the border and watch the other side fly away.

He was very unwilling.

Simply…cross the border to chase after…

As soon as this thought came out from the bottom of my heart, Gallan was forcibly suppressed.

It was a very willful behavior that he left the army and led his troops to pursue Tyre regardless of the overall situation.

He can no longer continue to be willful.

The boy tightened his lips hard.

Brother Wang…

Calling this name silently in the bottom of his heart, Gallan closed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously squeezed the water sac in his hand, the water inside was squeezed out, and it was wet all at once. He was holding the water sac. Fingers.

He just didn’t realize it.

A warm object gently licked the rain off his cheek.

Gallan opened his eyes and met a pair of brown eyes.

The big lion looked at him, let out a low whine, and then leaned in to rub Garlan’s cheek with his head.

It seemed to feel Garlan’s sadness, and then came to comfort him.

Garlan stretched out his arm to hold Negana’s fluffy big head. The outer bristles were a bit damp, but the inner bristles were dry and warm to the touch.

The boy buried his face in the thick mane of the big lion. The soft and warm touch made his mood a little calmer.

“Sorry, Nega, you followed so hard, but you can’t do anything…”

He hugged his big lion and spoke softly to it.

Nega seemed to understand what he was saying, and whimpered again, lowered his head and rubbed Garlan back, obediently squatting in front of Garlan, letting him embrace him, motionless.

Suddenly, the rush of horse hooves broke the quiet moment.

Garlan looked up and saw several cavalry galloping in the rain to the west.

They are cavalry sent to the front for reconnaissance.

Garlan’s heart tightened, and her arms around Niega contracted subconsciously.

he thinks.

The cavalry who went to reconnaissance must have come back to report to themselves the bad news that the Gasdad had fled into Kanal.

However, even if he is reluctant to accept it, he must face reality.

The pursuit of Tyre can only end here, he can no longer let the tens of thousands of cavalry troops accompany him to continue chasing uselessly, wasting time and energy.

Taking a deep breath, Gallan, who was mentally prepared, let go of Nega and stood up.

The cavalry leader who had returned had also found him, got off his horse and ran over, kneeling in front of him on one knee.

“His Royal Highness!”

The cavalry’s face was full of water, and he couldn’t tell whether it was rain or sweat. He panted quickly, trying to keep his words clear.

“Gastad’s army is in front, fighting our army!”

“what?”

Gallan was stunned.

“The Gastards are at war with one of our troops!”

impossible!

Almost all of the western borders have fallen, and there are already no troops on the border. Where can the army intercept the Gasdad?

…No, wait.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in Garlan’s mind.

Could it be… Hiemos? !

That’s right.

It must be him!

The gray mist covering the golden eyes abruptly dissipated and lit up, and the boy’s gaze on the western border once again glowed.

“Go now! Go and support!”

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The rain is still falling, not heavy, and pattering.

The grass that had been moistened by the drizzle for a week was green, and the greenery spread endlessly.

Not far from the western border, the stronghold that had been destroyed by the Gasdad army and was deserted for several months was now boiled and noisy again.

Even the cold rain cannot extinguish the flames of war here.

The sound of horseshoes shook the earth.

The cavalry in different colors of armor crossed their horses in the hazy drizzle.

The blood was sprayed in the rain.

When the horseshoe stepped on the muddy grass, the dark muddy water splashed away.

The Aaron Landis and the Gasdad were fighting fiercely.

One is to kill a way to survive.

One to regain the glory that was once lost.

The two sides were severely strangled together, and no one took a step back.

The hoarse roar was mixed with the sound of horseshoes, and the fierce clash of weapons echoed in the drizzle.

In the very center of the battlefield, a knight in black armor and a knight in white armor collided again and again.

There was a bang.

That was the loud noise made when the blades of the two knights collided.

The two figures crossed and separated.

The golden-red eyes reflected the white figure on the opposite side, and a cold light flashed through the bottom of Huimos’s eyes, making the heart palpitating for no reason.

Tyre looked at the dark figure indifferently.

Although it was not the first time they met, they had looked at each other countless times on and below the walls of the royal city.

But this is the first time that we are fighting hand in hand and fighting fiercely together like now.

[The Black Knight of Hell].

Thought Tyre.

It is indeed worthy of this name.

There was almost no one near the battlefield where they were fighting.

When they charged towards each other, they were surrounded by an invisible cyclone, throwing away the raindrops falling on the cold iron surface of their armor in all directions.

A strong sense of oppression enveloped them, pressing this piece of air like mud.

The strong showdown.

At the moment when these two knights, who were also far more powerful than mortals, were fighting for their lives, the evil spirits burst out from all over their bodies.

The overwhelming momentum spreading around made it difficult for others to approach one step.

Huimos fixed his eyes on Tyr without blinking, and tensed his whole body.

This is the most powerful enemy he has encountered so far.

He squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand, loosened it again, and squeezed it again, in order to make the tingling feeling in the tiger’s mouth disappear as soon as possible.

Tyre overpowered him.

In the battle just now, he had clearly felt this.

Clenching the hilt again, the muscles in Hiemos’ arm bulged and tightened to the limit.

His fighting spirit staring at Tyre didn’t weaken at all, but instead became more vigorous.

His eyes glowed like a wolf.

The strength is inferior to the opponent, that does not mean that he cannot defeat the opponent——

Next second

Huimos exhaled heavily.

Tyr pulled the reins fiercely.

I don’t know who will move first.

Or maybe at the same time.

They once again galloped towards each other.

With a muffled bang, the sharp blades fumbled together in the rain, making a sharp rubbing sound.

Even in the drizzle, sparks exploded by the friction of the iron blade still splashed around.

Huimos suddenly moved in his heart.

The power from the opponent’s giant sword seemed to be reduced by one point.

A very subtle force.

If you change to someone else, you might not notice it at all, and it makes no difference to them.

However, Tyre’s current opponent is Huimos.

He clearly felt this slight change, raised his head, and looked deeply at his enemy.

…

Tyre’s breathing was a bit short, and the silver-white forehead dampened by the rain was tightly attached to his forehead, and the water droplets from the end of the hair made water marks on his cheeks.

For some reason, the fatigue of the body is stronger than before, and the breathing is also somewhat disordered.

The clothes were soaked, half because of the drizzle falling, and the other half because of sweat oozing from his body.

He felt like he was sweating a lot.

The wet clothes clung to the skin. When the wind passed, the coolness should have penetrated into the skin, but at this moment, he felt that his skin was slightly warm.

In fact, during the day and night when he was running away, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with his body, but because the feeling was so slight, he didn’t take it to heart, thinking it was just that he was too tense and tired during this period of time.

However, at this moment when he had to mobilize all his strength and spirit due to the confrontation with that’black knight’, he realized that there was really something wrong with his body.

Physical strength was consumed faster than usual.

The body is warming slightly.

Breathing is more rapid and disordered than usual.

The strength is also weaker than usual.

…

This situation is like…

‘plague’.

This word suddenly appeared in his mind, and his chest suddenly tightened.

Do not.

impossible.

He categorically denied in his heart.

A drop of water fell from his forehead, sliding down the tip of his nose.

No matter what he was thinking, Tyre’s handsome face was still expressionless, and he could not see any human emotions.

But in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a cluster of icy flames burning, with the destructiveness of a blizzard, burning everything reflected in his eyes.

He will not lose.

I won’t lose to any plague, I won’t lose to anyone!

He is Tyre.

Is the most powerful fighter in the world!

Tyr suddenly rushed towards Hiemos.

The huge sword in his hand slashed fiercely.

He accumulated all his strength in this sword, and then burst out suddenly.

Huimos reflexively raised his sword to welcome him, but his wrist sank with the slashing sword, and the tiger’s mouth was numb again.

His heart sank.

What a powerful force-

He gritted his teeth, his arm muscles were tightened to the limit, and even his forehead was faintly bulging.

But even if he tried his best, the terrifying power still pressed down on him with the great sword little by little.

Tyre’s eyes were full of fierce light.

He is the King of Gasdade!

One day, his horseshoes will walk all over this land!

He is unbeatable!

unstoppable–

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

Behind Tyre, a sharp arrow broke through the rain, rushing like lightning.

The point of the arrow shining with cold light was about to penetrate the back of Tyre’s neck–

Tyr dodges abruptly.

A sharp arrow grazes his cheek, wiping a blood stain on his cheek.

He looked back.

In the distant place behind him, a young man with a war bow was riding a horse, and the blond hair that was still bright as ever in the gloomy sky was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Tyre’s pupils suddenly dilated.

Crown Prince of Aaron Landis!

This person is here, then it means——

Tyr turned his head abruptly, hurriedly looking at the entire battlefield.

The battlefield that was still in a stalemate just now has completely changed its appearance at some point.

The red lion flag with gold stripes flies in the rain, one in the front and the other in the back, as if echoing each other.

The sound of horseshoes and roar shook the earth. The countless Aaron Landis cavalry attacked from the rear, and under the guidance of the natural power of Sinas, they fiercely tore the army of Gasdad. Backstage.

The Gasdad cavalry, which was flanked back and forth, suddenly went into chaos.

At this moment, the army was defeated like a mountain.

The white Gasdad cavalry was almost instantly submerged by the surging black and red waves.

Surrounded by countless Aaron Landis cavalry, they have no chance to escape.

Just as Tyre scanned the battlefield with an iron face, suddenly a sword pierced him diagonally.

Keng!

He held the sword backhand and threw it away.

Just as he was about to smash his horse back, the sound of breaking through the air came from his side, and the sharp arrow shot from a distance forced him to give up the attack and instead raised his sword to block the arrow.

With a ding sound, the sharp arrow bounced off the blade.

He was about to rush towards Gallan in the distance. Heymos, who sensed his intentions, blocked his horse and stopped in front of him, and another sword struck him hard.

Tyre gritted his teeth and had to fight Huimos again.

However, at this moment, a lion roar suddenly came, and the air shook slightly for a moment.

Tyr was at war with Huimos, and from the corner of his eyes a huge golden-brown figure swooped at him.

It’s that damn lion!

Swinging a sword to force Huimos away, he kicked the horse heavily, trying to make it escape.

But Tyr’s mount was no longer the white horse that accompanied him in the north and south wars. After a long time of running and fighting, it was exhausted.

The roar of the King of Ten Thousand Beasts just now made it even more shocked.

Although it was a war horse, the animal’s natural fear of the beast made it instantly lose control, and it ran wildly without following the command.

Nega took advantage of the situation and slammed the horse to the ground, snapping its neck in one bite.

Before the lion leaped forward, Tyr saw that the situation was bad, and jumped off the horse.

He rolled on the spot and was about to stand up.

Suddenly, his mind was dizzy, his vision was blurred for a moment, and his movements stopped for a second.

It was just a one-second pause.

Maybe not even a second.

But in the duel of the strong, one second is enough to decide everything.

The horse galloped past Tyre’s side.

The sword in the hands of the black knight on the horse split the rain curtain, and also severely split Tyr’s armor, cutting a deep mark on his back.

And just the next second when Huimos swept his horse past Tyre, the sharp arrow shot by Garlan followed.

The gleaming arrow only pierced Tyr’s unobstructed abdomen.

Huimos had already jumped down from the galloping horse, turned around and rushed towards Tyre, and the sharp sword in his hand was severely smashed again.

The blade passed by, and Tyre’s breastplate split into two under the sword.

The blood spurted from the wound cut across the shoulder to the waist and splashed onto Hiemos’ dark armor.

The second sharp arrow that followed pierced deeply into his chest.

Tyre stood still.

He seemed to be unable to believe everything that happened just now, and stood there blankly.

He lowered his head blankly, looking at the arrow piercing through his abdomen and the deep scar on his chest.

The armor on his body had torn apart and fell to the ground.

Two deep scars in front of and behind him bleed on the mooring ground, quickly staining his clothes blood.

The blood stained the white armor below his waist and abdomen, dripping to the ground along the cold iron surface.

Tyre stood there.

His face was pale without blood, and his hair was white.

However, his body below his shoulders was completely opposite to the blood red, forming a strong and extreme contrast.

It was obviously a serious injury that was enough to kill people, but Tyr held a huge sword on the ground, still standing on the ground, and never fell.

Raising his hand, he forcefully drew the sharp arrow pierced into his chest and threw it aside, allowing the blood to flow down his chest.

There was no expression on his pale face. He raised his head, but did not look at the Himos in front of him, but looked into the distance.

In the direction he was gazing at, a great horse rushed, and the man on the horse turned over and got off the horse.

Nega wailed and greeted him.

The boy stroked the head of the big lion, and the fierce lion just followed meekly behind him.

Garlan strode towards Tyr.

As he walked towards Tyre, he dropped the bow in his hand on the ground, and then slowly pulled out the long sword on his waist.

Tyr fixedly stared at Garlan who was approaching him, her pale face expressionless.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the inexplicable heart palpitations that had appeared several times.

He finally understood that this strange palpitation was due to the boy in front of him.

“……answer me.”

Tyr spoke, his voice hoarse.

He stared at Garlan without blinking.

“What is the relationship between me and you…?”

Gallan stared at him without answering.

The young man stared at him with only a cold blade.

“I have a feeling…”

“I shouldn’t have died here.”

“I should have had a longer future, conquer this land, and create an immortal cause…”

It sounds like extremely absurd language.

But Tyre felt so surely.

Unexpectedly, his destiny changed because of the young man in front of him.

“Gallan, you have taken my future away.”

A drizzle fell from between the two.

Tyr stared at Garlan’s eyes and a fierce light flashed across him, using his last strength to violently raise the giant sword in his hand.

The two deep wounds on his body spattered a lot of blood when he moved, but he didn’t realize it.

The huge sword that gathered his last power was swung heavily, and with a terrifying force that could almost split the earth, it slashed Galan with a sword—

Almost at the same instant, Gallan raised the long sword in his hand.

He took a sharp step forward and rushed into Tyre’s arm, almost clinging to Tyre’s chest.

The sharp sword in his hand pierced forward and pierced Tyr’s chest fiercely.

Time seems to be frozen in this moment.

The sword in Tyr’s hand stagnated in mid-air.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Garlan, and the thin lips suddenly rose.

Tyre said, “You won.”

“No, you didn’t lose to me.”

Said the boy who pierced his heart with a sharp sword.

“You lost to Aaron Landis.”

At the moment when the words fell silent, Gallan suddenly drew the sword that had been pierced into Tyre’s chest.

The blood spurting from Tyre’s chest splashed on his face, and the blood-stained blond hair rose in the air.

The golden pupils of the juvenile were astonishingly bright.

The flush of blood on his white cheeks was inexplicably shocking.

Tyre’s pupils abruptly dilated, and he finally took a deep look at Garlan, his eyes revealing an indescribable complex emotion.

He staggered back two steps, and the huge sword in his hand fell to the ground.

But he still did not fall.

He still stood stubbornly on the ground, standing tall.

He slowly raised his right hand and stretched it forward in the direction of Garlan.

He seemed to want to grab something with this hand… maybe it was Galan, or the future that Galan had taken away.

But he couldn’t catch anything after all.

And at the moment when he seemed to reach out to grab Garlan, there was a loud roar.

The lion roaring in anger swooped forward and threw Tyr to the ground.

Take a bite.

Blood splattered.

Nega snapped Tyr’s head in one bite.

The strong wind blew, and the thick golden-brown mane undulated like waves. The huge lion dangled its bitten head and stepped on the headless corpse.

Blood seeped from between its fangs and dripped on the grass under its feet.

Nega turned around, walked to Garlan’s head with the head in his mouth, and let out a low growl.

Gallan looked at the head in a dream for a long time.

Then he leaned down.

The boy bent his knees and knelt on one knee on the moist grass.

Holding the hilt tightly with both hands, the long sword propped on the ground in front of him.

He closed his eyes, as if he was praying to someone in that posture.

A knight in black armor stood quietly beside him.

The drizzle of rain fell, and the rain wetted the boy’s cheeks.

The violent wind swept across the blood-stained grassland, raising the long golden hair of the young man kneeling and praying in the air.

…

Tyre died in battle.

The army of Gasdad was destroyed.

At this point, the war that lasted for several months finally came to an end.

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At the end of the month, the silver-haired prince died.

So, is there a nutrient solution reward?