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Text 38 Chapter 38
Text 38 Chapter 38
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It was dark all around, couldn't see fingers, couldn't see anything. The little child was sitting in the narrow dark hole with his knees, his chin resting on his knees.
He opened his eyes in the darkness, as if looking at the past through the darkness in front of him.
After this rebirth, he never wanted to go back to the past.
He could vaguely see him lying on the icy stone ground when he was a teenager, and the poison|drug caused bleeding from the corners of his mouth, eyes and even nostrils.
Everyone stood around him, looking down at him who fell to the ground embarrassedly, waiting for him to die.
Among them all, including the teacher he once trusted so much, Shamash's priest Shemur.
At the last second of losing consciousness, he saw Xie Muer approaching him in a trance, standing in front of him, condescendingly looking down at him before his death with an emotionless gaze.
He will never forget that scene.
He will not forget the heart-piercing pain he felt at that moment when he should have been numb and unconscious in his limbs.
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The noisy sounds outside continued to sound, the sound of sharp arrows being nailed to the house, the sound of weapons striking, and the sound of countless people yelling.
Mixed in bits and pieces, penetrated the floor and poured into his eardrums.
Garlan sat with his knees in his arms, his eyes kept open in the dark, looking at the void and meditating.
After a while, he closed his eyes, nodded lightly, and gave a hum, as if he had made up his mind.
Um.
In any case, he is still the prince of Aaron Landis.
Thinking of this, Garlan raised his hand and pushed the baffle above his head a gap.
Firelight shone into the dark hole without light from the gap, and the raised gap was pitch black, and the only thing that could be seen was a pair of bright golden eyes that seemed to glow.
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As soon as Xie Muer walked out of the gate, he saw another wave of arrows coming oncoming as soon as he raised his eyes.
He reflexively raised the scepter in his hand and blocked all the sharp arrows that were shot at him.
"Master Xiemuer?"
"Priest!"
"grown ups--"
Seeing Xiemuer go out, the five knights guarding outside all showed a look of surprise.
"I can't always stay inside for you to protect."
Xie Muer said in a deep voice, a pun.
"I'm the only one, there is no need to shrink in the house!"
He emphasized the half-sentence of "I'm the only one", and the knights looked at each other and immediately understood what Sheemur meant.
They said no more, silently raised the sword in their hands and stood firmly on the ground.
Under their feet, dozens of corpses have been laid down. The place where they are is like an invisible barrier, no one can break through them and step into their line of defense.
However, the price paid is also great.
The knights were all wounded, bruises from sharp edges, bruises from heavy objects-they were thrown at them by countless women, children and elders, but the most serious thing was to give them sharp arrows. The injuries they caused.
At this moment, each of them has more or less arrows in their bodies. One of the eye frames of the knight who tamed the little black rat is empty, because not long ago, he had drawn the arrow and the eyeball together with the arrow in his eye| He came out and threw it on the ground. At this moment, the blood flowing from the empty eye sockets had dyed half of his cheek.
Obviously, after dropping dozens of corpses, the leaders of these rioting refugees realized that these knights were not ordinary people, so they asked everyone to retreat and use their bows and arrows directly.
The town is close to the deep mountains, so there are no longer a few local hunters, and there are many people who can use bows and arrows proficiently. Besides, they have also obtained bows that are only available in the army, which is even more powerful.
And the five knights under King Camos, although they were all powerful knights who followed Camos from the battlefield, but their strongest power as knights was to charge forward on horseback. Now, in order to protect the prince, they can only stay here in the house and cannot ride on horses, and their combat effectiveness has been almost abolished.
They could have easily defeated the mob who rushed up, but now, facing long-range attacks like sharp arrows in all directions, they are completely unimaginable, and in order to protect the people behind them from hiding, they can only passively be beaten here.
The other mansions in this area had already been taken down, and the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries who had always been arrogant were all caught, squatting on the ground tremblingly, and being guarded.
At this moment, this lonely house was surrounded by hundreds or even thousands of rioting refugees. It was like a lone boat driving on the storm-ravaged sea, crumbling and about to tip over at any time. Has been stubbornly holding on and refused to fall down.
"shoot!"
An order came.
Another wave of arrows rained like a hurricane.
Xie Muer was focusing on the sharp arrow that was shot, and suddenly heard a scream around him.
"El!"
The knight who was missing an eye hugged Tongze who was lying on him, and shouted his name in grief.
He was blind with one eye and had incomplete vision, unable to see the sharp arrow shot at him from the side. It was Tong Ze who was beside him using his body to help him block the deadly arrow.
At this moment, the knight whose throat and head were pierced fell on him, no longer breathing, and the blood flowing out of him stained his leather armor.
...Cannot go on like this!
If this continues, even if they have no amount of power, they will not be able to use it, and they will only be used as targets to shoot them alive!
Xiemuer stepped forward and pointed the scepter in his hand to the front.
"Rebels, let your leaders come out and talk!"
He snapped.
His harsh shout made the people on the opposite side startled, temporarily stopped the attack, and subconsciously turned their eyes to their leader. It was a middle-aged man with a tall stature, a square face and a resolute silhouette. He looked like a taciturn man. At this moment, the leader of the refugee is squatting on the wall of the house, opening his bow to Sheemur, who is obviously one of the archers.
When Xiemur spoke, he was silent for a few seconds, put down the bow in his hand, leaped, jumped off the wall, and landed on the ground, facing Xiemur.
"What do you want to say, your priest."
The middle-aged man asked, his expression was very calm and he couldn't see any emotions.
"Listen, I know your reasons for doing this kind of thing."
Xiemuer said quickly, trying to persuade the other party.
He knew that for this kind of riot of refugees gathered like a igniting fire, they all had a herd mentality. As long as they could persuade the leader who led them, they would have a great chance to dissolve the riot.
"We are not from the city of Wiener, but from the city of Kings. King Camos already knows what happened here and sent us to help the refugees here. The food, herbs and medicines you need will be delivered soon. Those powerful and corrupt officials who swallow relief items without authorization will be punished by the king-so stop your actions immediately!"
"..."
The man was silent for a few seconds again, and then he said.
"I know that you are from Wangcheng, and the clerks that you caught have already told me."
He raised his head and looked at Xiemur with scorching eyes.
"But, I don't believe you!"
His eyes were filled with deep anger, even hatred.
"You nobles and officials are all in the same group! Whether it is from the Royal City or the Venal City, everything is the same!"
"You joined hands to swallow the relief items that should have been given to us, took our wives and children, and drove us civilians out of the city of Vernal! You even captured them and sold them as slaves—you nobles would never care about us. Life and death!"
"it's not true……"
What Xiemuer wanted to explain was interrupted by the man again.
"You said no? So, the priest, as long as you return the children you took away in the morning, I believe you, how about it?"
"!!!"
Xie Muer was taken aback, and then immediately reacted.
This civilian man refers to the group of children that King Camos took to Venal City in the morning. I am afraid someone saw it by accident, so these refugees mistakenly thought that they were also aristocratic officials in collusion with the Sect of All Things. , Those children were sent to teach everything.
But this is really a misunderstanding!
He explained eagerly: "Wait a minute, those children are just being escorted back to the city of Wijnal!"
The middle-aged man smiled, with indescribable sarcasm.
"Priest, do you think I will believe you?"
"..."
Xiemuer could not refute.
He looked at the hostile eyes of the refugees on the opposite side, and everyone's eyes were filled with intense anger and hatred, as if they were burning him to ashes.
He pursed his lips, and then said, "Do you know how the rebellion will end? When the army comes, all of you will be killed."
The man looked at Xiemur, his pupils seemed to be enveloped by a very light black mist.
His eyes were filled with bitter hatred.
He said: "I have lost everything, what can I fear?"
die?
How can that kind of thing compare with the pain of losing his beloved wife and children?
"Listen, as long as you stop now, you can still—"
"Enough, Lord Priest, enough, I don't want to listen anymore. What you noble officials who drink human blood and cannibalize human flesh say, we won't believe a word."
The man said so, word by word, his eyes were awe-inspiring and his tone was cold.
Then, he waved his hand.
Another wave of arrows struck fiercely, and among them, there were countless large stones that were slammed at them from all directions by the angry refugees who had gathered around them.
Unprepared to prevent the corner of his eye from being hit by a stone, Xie Muer's perspective was black for a second, but this was the pause for a second, which made him too late to block the sharp arrow that was shot.
A sharp arrow pierced his body, an arrow pierced into his chest, an arrow pierced the root of his thigh, an arrow pierced his ankle, and even his neck passed a sharp arrow dangerously. .
But he did not fall down.
In the dark night, Xiemur touched the ground on one knee, the scepter in his right hand plunged deeply into the ground, and the back of the hand that held the scepter violently violently supported his body.
The priest of Shamash gritted his teeth and braced himself abruptly, refusing to fall in front of his enemies.
He raised his head, and the blood from the big mouth that was cut by a sharp arrow on the side of his neck dyed most of his neck, and the blood from the wound on his forehead that was smashed by the gravel dyed his temples red.
By his side, the remaining four knights did not fall, and even if they had a few arrows in their bodies, they still supported their bodies with difficulty. They were panting violently, their blood stained their leather armor. Every time they moved a little, a thin blood spurted out of their bodies. The blood-red face of the knight who had lost one eye looked especially bad. terror.
But they were still standing, standing on the ground, holding the long swords in their hands against their enemies.
Opposite, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the refugees silently looked at these noble knights whom he should have been extremely hostile to, but he felt a little bit of emotion and respect in his heart.
Then, he drew the bow in his hand, and the sharp point of the arrow was aimed at the brow of the priest opposite.
Behind the man, nearly a hundred warbows were also pulled apart with him, and the gleaming arrow pointed at the knights who were already wounded, or the throat or forehead. They only waited for their leader to give an order, and they fired a thousand arrows to completely kill these damned nobles.
Xie Muer let out a sigh of relief.
This time, he is probably in danger.
But he didn't expect that he didn't die on the battlefield against foreign enemies, but in the hands of these mobs, which made him somewhat unwilling.
but……
He thought of the little figure in the dark hole at this moment, and his eyes softened a little at this moment.
At least, Prince Garland is safe, that's enough.
In the night, the two sides confronted each other, and the heaven and the earth became quiet at this moment.
The air was dead, and even the breath seemed to freeze at this moment.
Under the gaze of Xie Mu'er, the man's calloused fingers moved slightly, seeing that the tightest string was about to bounce off——
Suddenly, there was a creak.
This voice is not too loud on weekdays, but it is unusually abrupt at this moment of silence.
That is human instinct. Almost everyone subconsciously cast their eyes on the place where the sound is made.
I saw that everyone thought the door to the empty house was opened, and someone walked out from there.
It was a young child who looked only seven or eight years old, with snow-white bandages on his wrists, calves, and even his neck.
The child who opened the door looked up at the crowd, and then walked forward step by step.
At this moment in this kind of battle that tightened all minds, at this moment of tension that made people breathless, the child suddenly appeared, and then calmly walked between the two fighting parties, showing an indescribable appearance. Weird.
It was so weird that everyone couldn't react for a while, staring at each other, and watched in astonishment as the blond child walked among them step by step. Even the middle-aged man who was about to shoot an arrow was shocked, and his hand just about to let go of the string stopped.
The whole earth was inexplicably quiet at this moment.
Then, a high-pitched voice suddenly broke the strange silence.
"Why did you come out!"
Even facing the sharp arrow aimed at his eyebrows, Xie Muer's expressionless face had changed at this moment.
He wanted to get up, but his badly injured body couldn't stand up anymore. He could only squat on the ground, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the wrist of the kid who was walking by his side, and wanted to drag him behind him with a frustrated expression on his face.
"How can you--"
"Get down."
A crisp and clean voice sounded in the dark, and Garlan turned his head and looked at the priest who was holding his wrist.
He looked at Xiemuer's gaze at this moment to the point of being terribly calm.
He said: "Xiemuer, leave me."
Xiemur, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned. He looked at Garlan, perhaps because he had never seen such a look on the child's face.
Gallan also looked at him, her golden eyes were extremely bright, just like the golden sun in the sky.
Can't tell why, as if overwhelmed by the aura of those golden eyes looking at him, Xie Muer let go of her hand in silence.
Garlan turned around and walked forward two steps again, standing in front of the kneeling Xiemur, and also in front of the seriously injured knights.
He raised his face and faced the countless torches held in the hands of the mobs opposite, the light of the fire illuminating his face.
The small body seemed to guard Sheemur and the knights behind him at this moment.
"Do you want to use kids as a shield?"
The middle-aged man who reacted from the child's astonishment suddenly shouted loudly, and the bow in his hand was once again full and aimed at the front.
"Despicable dignitaries! Do you think that I will let you go?"
"You took our children, do you think we will show mercy to your children!"
Thinking of his dead wife and missing children, he shouted angrily, and ruthlessly pointed the arrow at the blond child who stood in front of him.
"Go away! Kid! Or I'll shoot you to death—"
The fiery flames flickered on Garlan's face, as if a cluster of flames were lit in the depths of his golden pupils.
In front of him, countless arrows pointed at him were shining with a grim cold light in the dark night.
Perhaps in the next second, those countless sharp arrows will penetrate his body in an instant.
"Let down the arrow in your hand."
In the dark night, under the moonlight, the blond prince stretched out his hand.
His hand points forward.
"I am Garland, the brother of King Camos, the prince of Aaron Landis, the descendant of the gods of Aaron Landis."
Garlan stared at the man and everyone, as if a cluster of golden flames was burning deep in the pupils, illuminating all the darkness.
"You are the people of Aaron Landis..."
The small body seemed to have an invisible and powerful will clustered around him at this moment, making people hold their breath.
He pointed his finger forward and pointed at the crowd, which inexplicably gave people a strong sense of oppression.
"Tell me, who gave you the courage to point the prince of Aaron Landis with an arrow?"
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...Can't lose.
Can't lose, can't lose.
You can't lose, you can't lose, absolutely can't lose! !
Now that I lose my momentum, I'm dead ah ah ah ah-
Facing the countless sharp arrows shining with cold light, the little prince whose back was soaked with cold sweat even if he was panicked, he continued to stiffen his neck and pretend to be forced.
The author has something to say: Ah, this chapter is published, I think you should love me. Fupin Chinese
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