A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 80. Chapter 80

“Answer me! Stoke—”

The roar of the blond knight echoed in the dark night.

But the object of his question did not answer, but showed a look of alert when he saw him, and there was still a bit of puzzlement hidden in that alert.

“you are still alive?”

Stoke asked.

There is his internal response in the Tassda mission, so he knows the prince of Aaron Landis and the affairs of Kaihuos in this mission.

The only person among these people who could make him feel jealous was the knight who he once regarded as a good friend.

Therefore, tonight, his few members should take the initiative to watch the night and kill other Tasdars who were watching the night, and then let the Vasilima thief quietly break into the camp and set fire, and then directly fired the crossbow|arrow. Caijos’ tent.

No matter how powerful a knight is, he will be shot to death by a crossbow|arrow in his sleep.

He thought Kayjos was dead, after all, when he entered the camp, the tent in which Kayjos slept was quiet, and blood leaked from it.

Kaihus sneered.

“never mind.”

He said, suddenly raised his hand and threw the silver gun in his hand towards Stoke.

The sharp silver gun whizzed towards Stoke like lightning.

Stocker suddenly raised the dark iron gun in his hand, blocking the silver gun that was trying to penetrate his throat.

The violent impact caused the iron gun in his hand to vibrate and hum.

The blocked silver spear fell to the ground with a snap, and on the opposite side, the one-eyed knight riding on the horse had pulled out the big sword on his waist, and the white blade reflected the blazing flames behind him.

He stared at Stoke, the flame seemed to ignite the deepest part of his eyes.

Although his marksmanship is also good, he is best at and used to this sword that he carries with him.

When fighting evenly matched opponents, a single omission can lead to a complete defeat.

Therefore, if you want to work hard, you must use your most proficient weapon.

Stoke and Kaijos stared at each other, which was different from the cat-and-mouse juggling of Garland, and also different from the arrogance of Opada. He stared at Kaijos with full alertness. Paying attention to Kaijos’ every move.

He squeezed the iron gun in his hand, and he could clearly see that the muscles on his upper arm had been slightly bulged and tightened to the extreme.

Kaihus’s aura has been suppressed, and the aura that gushes from his body is also greeted.

The courage of the two is evenly matched, and no one can suppress each other.

The blond knight moved a big sword in his hand.

The brunette Tasdar made a pitch-black gun in one fell swoop.

Almost at the same instant, the two urged their horses to sprint forward like an arrow from a string.

With a loud bang, the two knights slammed together, like two ferocious wild bears roaring and slamming together, the terrifying force seemed to sway the earth.

The big sword and the iron spear separated, and then slammed together again.

Repeatedly.

Time after time, the naked-eye sparks that exploded when the iron blade hits continued to splash in the dark night, showing how fierce the battle between the two was.

“Opada!”

Hearing someone calling his name, Opada turned his head and saw that his surviving companions rushed towards him.

There were also several Aaron Landis knights who were subordinates of Cyjos and came with them while resisting the attack of the horse thief.

“How are you…”

“Your Excellency Kaijos brought us to kill.”

Said the slightly aging head of the mission, who was protected by the Tasda soldiers.

Just when they tried to kill and meet Opada, the blond knight suddenly appeared, took some of his subordinate cavalry to help them resist the horse thief, and then led them to kill and rush to this side.

He looked at the Tasdar who was fighting Cajos with a solemn expression.

“…Stoke.”

He called out the name in a low voice, looking at Stoke with a complex and sad look in his eyes.

He is a sideline of the royal family of Tasda, and he also knows what happened back then.

“He finally refuses to confess his sins… I don’t know what he did wrong.”

He said, making a low sigh.

The head of the envoy sighed in a complicated mood, while the other Tasda fighters were simply staring at this guy who colluded with outsiders to slaughter their own compatriots with hostile or hateful eyes.

Back then, Stoke was enthusiastically admired by countless Tasdars, and even if he disappeared for many years, there were still many admirers of him. And what he is doing now completely shatters the admiration of these people for him.

traitor.

This is their only name for Stoke now.

There was another fierce collision of weapons in the air.

The two horses crossed by, and the two tall bodies separated again in the dark.

Kaihus turned his horse’s head, turned and wanted to rush up.

But when his gaze turned, he stopped where he was.

Because opposite him, behind Stoke, dozens of Tasdas stood behind Stoke, with their bow|crossbow aimed at him, and Garlan beside him.

“End here.”

Stoke said.

“Kyjos, I don’t have time to continue pestering you.”

At the same time, in addition to his men, the horse thieves also gathered around.

Kaihus squeezed the big sword in his hand, muffled, just turned the horse under him a bit, blocking Garlan’s figure.

At this moment, his subordinates, as well as the surviving Tasdas, are no more than sixty.

But it was nearly a thousand horse thieves who surrounded the camp, and the crossbows in the hands of the people on Stoke’s side had been aimed at them.

No matter how you look at it, their side has no chance of winning.

But no one surrendered, whether it was Aaron Landis or Tasdar.

Even if the last person died in the battle, the Tasdar would never surrender to the betrayer.

All the Tasdas swear so.

“This is the starting point for Tasda to thrive.”

Stoke was riding a horse on the ground, his face was reddened by the fire, and his gray pupils were illuminated, making his pupils seem to burn brightly.

His eyes are unusually firm and decisive.

An old voice answered Stoker’s words.

“Do not.”

The head of the mission, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, looked at this ambitious young man, he sighed, and replied with his voice that had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

“Stoke, what you bring to Tasda is not glory, but destruction.”

“I will not be as cowardly as you.”

Stoke replied.

“Tastar needs a strong leader, a leader who can take the entire continent under its feet.”

He looked down at the elderly man proudly.

“You are old, whether you are King Talstar or my father, you are all old and have lost the strength to move forward.”

“You should leave everything to me when you are old.”

“War, expansion, and strength, this is the path the great Tasda should take. Only I can lead Tasda to a prosperous future——”

“wrong!”

Opada, guarding the old man, interrupted his brother.

He looked at Stoke and shook his head.

“No, it shouldn’t be like this, you are not doing it right.”

He said, “Perhaps I am not as smart as your eldest brother… But I know, eldest brother, if you do this, Tasda will fall into endless war.”

“War is the glory of Tasda.”

“No, the Tasdas are not afraid of war and death, but that doesn’t mean we don’t care about death!”

Opada retorted decisively.

“Brother, ambition and greed blinded your eyes and mind. Now I finally know why Father Father would say that kind of thing…”

“He said, Big Brother, you shouldn’t be born in Tasda, you have that ambition, but Tasda does not have that power, and you will forcibly drag Tasda into hell because of your ambition—”

“enough!”

Hostility ignited in Stoke’s gray pupils.

But soon he calmed down and sighed softly.

“Opada, it seems you still can’t understand me after all.”

Yes, he knows.

Many people will not understand what he is going to do.

But he doesn’t care.

Because after he does it, he will become a great existence remembered and praised by everyone in history.

Ignoring his compatriots no longer, Stoke turned his gaze to the other side.

His gaze flicked over the blond Prince Aaron Landis, and then fell on Cyjos.

“This is the master you chose?”

He said, shook his head.

“Kyjos, your vision is far worse than your strength.”

“Although I think races other than Tasdars are rubbish, I admire you very much. When I asked you to help me, you refused. Now, you have chosen such a weak and incompetent prince as yourself. The loyal monarch allowed himself to fall into this field.”

He said, “Kyjos, I will give you another chance now. As long as you swear allegiance to me now, I will forgive you and give you the qualification to follow me again.”

“You shouldn’t continue to waste your talents and life on this weak prince who is about to die.”

Kaihus opened his mouth. Before he could answer, a voice came from behind him.

“Enough.”

That is the voice of a boy.

“I don’t say a word, you just keep talking, do you really think I don’t exist?”

Garlan said sullenly.

“Speaking ill of others in front of others, is this your etiquette?”

Stoke looked down at Garlan and did not answer, a trace of contempt in his eyes.

Only the strong are qualified to talk to him, and this young man who he regards as a mouse to play around at will is too weak, too weak to enter his eyes.

“Hook up with my guardian knight in front of me, the successor of Tasda who was banished by his father, don’t be so high-sounding.”

Garlan walked out from behind Kehuos and stood in front of everyone.

Opposite him were dozens of bows|crossbows aimed at him, but he didn’t seem to see it at all, and there was no trace of fear on his face.

“Let me summarize it for you. What you are doing now is to use the lives of your brothers and compatriots in exchange for the opportunity to return to the decision-making level of Tasda, and the prosperity of Tasda… really nothing. Relationship is purely your personal gain.”

“To put it simply, you are stepping up on your brother’s bones—”

The young man smiled.

“Look, it’s easy to understand, isn’t it?”

The boy’s words hit the nail on the head, easily peeling off Stoker’s gorgeous language appearance, exposing the bloody reality hidden in it.

The sharp words made Stoker’s face instantly change, and his look at Garlan became worse.

“The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp, and you only have such a useless desirability.”

“Don’t look down on your mouth… No, I mean, don’t look down on the power of language, you know, sometimes the so-called’language’ can cost ten thousand troops.”

Stocker sneered.

“I have no time to continue listening to your nonsense.”

Then he glanced at Kaihus with regret.

“Kyjos, my former friend, because of your wrong choice, it seems you can only stop here.”

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and under his sign, the horse thieves approached.

“and many more.”

Gallan raised his hand and made a gesture of waiting.

“Are you Sivari bandits?”

“Um?”

The horse thieves showed a grim smile, and the horse approached.

“What? Your lovely prince, do you want to beg me for mercy?”

He looked at Garlan, looked regretful, and shook his head.

“Unfortunately, using people’s money for|people|to eliminate disasters, our victim said not to keep alive, otherwise…”

“Yes, don’t leave a living. For your victim, the killing of your brother is a great stain. Then, do you think that after we have been dealt with, the rest of the people who know about it can continue? Live safely?”

“……What’s the meaning?”

“You know how he killed his compatriots. Do you really think he will let you survive afterwards?”

“shut up!”

Stoke suddenly interrupted Garlan.

He turned his head and said to the leader of the horse thief: “Don’t believe what he said. If you solve them, you will immediately get the money I promised. And we have less than a hundred people here. You have thousands of people. What do you think I can do to you? ?”

“Oh, by the way, Stoke, do you really think a box of gold and silver treasures is enough to stop their mouths?”

Gallan turned to Stoke.

“You know, these guys are gangsters and insatiable guys. If they grab your handle and ask you for money every once in a while, do you give it?”

Stoke’s face froze for a moment.

He doesn’t worry about this problem at all.

Because he made this plan from the beginning, he didn’t plan to let the Sivari bandit survive for long.

“Fart, our Sivari bandits are also reputable! Not that kind of people!”

The leader of the horse thief who was looking at Stoke suspiciously over there immediately struck his neck and retorted loudly, but the look on his face was a little guilty.

How did the little prince of the doll tell his heart’s plan?

Chief Siwari murmured so in his heart.

Gallan patted his hand, turned his gaze back from Stoke, and smiled at Sivari’s leader.

“If you grabbed his handle and demanded money from him one after another, instead of you, would you do everything possible to kill the person who blackmailed you?”

“…”

The look on Chief Siwari’s face, which was mostly covered by his beard, also changed.

Will.

He thought to himself, but still retorted unconvinced.

“We took our belongings and went away and ran far away. This is within Aaron Landis. Would he dare to bring in the Talstar army?”

“So have you forgotten? If we die here now, Tasda will definitely lead his troops into Aaron Landis for revenge, and your victim may be one of the commanders. At that time, he will take the army for a while. Take a detour and wipe out your group of gangsters. Who can say that he is wrong?”

The leader of the horse thief became more frightened as he listened.

He couldn’t help saying: “You—”

“enough!”

Stoker, whose face became more and more ugly, interrupted Garlan again.

“What on earth do you want to do?”

The horse thief leader also yelled.

“Yes, kid, what do you mean by so much?”

“Can’t you tell? I think it’s obvious what I did.”

Gallan looked a little surprised at the two inquiries at the same time.

Then he answered them very honestly and with a smile.

“I’m instigating discord.”

Stoke: “…”

Horse thief leader: “………………”

puff.

In this tense atmosphere, the blond knight next to him let out an untimely sneer.

Stoke was choked by the boy’s calm and natural look, he didn’t know how to reply.

He began to feel bad, and vaguely, the atmosphere here was actually controlled by this weak person who he despised.

He frowned and calmed down quickly.

Can’t continue to waste time here.

He glanced at the horse thief leader beside him, and the horse thief leader also glanced at him secretly, with suspicious eyes in his eyes.

Although Gallan confessed that he was instigating discord, the young man’s words were very reasonable and made people unbelievable.

Obviously, the horse thief has begun to be suspicious of him, and I am afraid he will no longer be as obedient as he started.

Hmph, he didn’t want to do it himself, so that his hands were stained with the blood of his compatriots, but now there is no other way.

Stocker raised his hand and made a gesture with his fingers.

Take action and kill the enemy.

He gestured to Tasda’s subordinates holding a crossbow behind him to give such an order.

His raised hand fell from the air and pointed in the direction Garlan and the others were.

Crossbow|The bow’s strings are tightened, and the arrow is ready to go.

The moment Stoke’s finger fell, a thousand arrows shot through everything.

Suddenly, there was a hum.

It was a buzzing sound from the wind.

That inexplicable but strong and dangerous breath, like a hurricane, fiercely hit behind Stoke——

Before the hand pointing forward had time to drop, Stoke turned around abruptly.

The iron gun in his hand was raised high.

Keng!

The sharp arrow that rushed towards Stoke’s back vest with a swift force like a hungry wolf slammed into the barrel of the black iron gun, making a clear impact.

There was a long eagle crowing in the night sky that was red by the flames.

Stoke’s pupils, who had blocked the arrow, suddenly dilated at this moment.

In the crimson fire, under the bright moonlight, he saw a young man holding a strong bow riding a horse on a hill not far away.

The moonlight leaped in the dark hair of the young man, and the night wind howled, letting the cloak behind his shoulders fly in the dark night.

A flag like a burning flame rose on the hillside.

In just a moment of effort, countless black-armored knights appeared under the crimson lion’s banner.

Aaron Landis’ most powerful army of iron-blooded cavalry stood silently on the hills and in the desert.

They rode quietly on the ground without making a sound.

But they just stood there, and the terrifying breath that exudes has deeply suppressed everyone’s breath.

Why?

This guard should obviously be on the way to the north, why is it here now? !

Seeing the scene in front of him, Stoker couldn’t suppress his rapid breathing.

He didn’t understand why things would be like this.

Suddenly, something flashed through his mind. He turned his head abruptly and looked at the soft young man who seemed harmless to humans and animals.

Unlike those Tasdars who were surprised and surprised, the youth looked calm.

Could it be…

Stoke watched Garlan’s pupils shrink sharply.

Could all of this be the prince of Aaron Landis at all–

An eagle sounded again in the night sky, especially loud on the quiet earth.

The black eagle hovering in the sky spread its wings and descended from the sky.

Gallan stretched out his hand.

The fire light illuminated the young prince’s white cheeks and the bright golden eyes.

The black eagle sent by Garland not long ago to deliver the letter to Heimos lightly landed on Garland’s forearm, and let out a pleasant and short chirp at him.

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Kaihus abandoned the long|gun, replaced it with a sword, and forcibly rejected Lucky E.