The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 94: Simple piety (Part 1)
The life blessing that deceived the **** of death lost its effect after just one hour, and Umang, one of the seven main gods, took away the soul of the mercenary Gwadar.
The tenants of a51 stood on the quiet grassland, watching Toba silently dig through the dirt with his fingers, dug holes, gently picked up the dead bodies of mercenaries, and put them in the tomb. Jonah clearly saw the tears in the eyes of Lord Murakami, but all he could do was help him pick up the soil and cover up the serene face of the strongest warrior Cherokee a little bit.
A simple grave appeared in the miracle grassland where wildflowers bloom. Toba thought for a while, took the steel spear that took his life, broke it into a crescent shape with both hands, and inserted it on the tomb. As a believer of the lord Sheila, this is the best tombstone.
"My lord." Elliott approached the sad Balzeral mountain people, with a solemn expression: "There is no time. Now, you have to make a decision. Two options, one choice, from melon According to the intelligence sent by Lord Dahl desperately, the situation has become clear. The Zavi Empire sent the Storm Rider Izakios, which changed the weight on both sides of the balance."
Toba turned his back to the crowd and wiped his face with his arm: "Sorry, my head is a bit messy. Ellie, what do you say?"
The rose knight stretched his hand to the west: "It won’t be long, maybe a little time, maybe now—the two queens will cross the canyon and enter the miracle grassland, and the chase of the golden hammer will follow, no matter Which plan we choose, we must now be prepared. If the head of the room has no objection, we will now move to the entrance of the canyon and prepare for an ambush."
Toba nodded.
Along the way, the members of the pitchfork did not talk.
On the west side of the miracle grassland, stretches of gray mountains form a semicircular wall, and a narrow canyon road appears in the center of the wall. There is no more suitable ambush location than here.
Elliott took a look and immediately said, "Your Excellency the Astrologer."
"Yes, Ellie." Jonah replied.
"The rock formation on the north side of the canyon entrance is relatively loose. If a small explosion is triggered at the crack, a large amount of rubble will temporarily block the entire passage. When you hear the instruction, start it. Can it be done?" Rose The knight pointed with his eyes.
Jonah has a special feeling. This is essentially the first time he participated in the pitchfork squad battle as a player. He touched the semi-finished star array in the deerskin bag and nodded without hesitation: "No problem."
"Miss Sibi, Miss Long Ji. You are on standby near the tree at nine o'clock." Elliott turned to the two ladies, "When you hear the instructions, fire with all your strength, remember, use all your strength."
"Received!" Sibi shouted loudly.
"Understood." Long Ji took out a black forged belt from nowhere, **** her long black hair with her backhand, and the silver bells in the hairline collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
"My lord, your position is in the middle of the road. It is both a bait and a shield. Please be safe." Elliott instructed.
Toba agreed, his eyes distracted, and he didn't know if he heard him clearly.
"Your Excellency Yekong...Standby temporarily." The Rose Knight looked at Yekong last.
Sword Kalan has no response.
Elliott's unicorn moved a few steps left and right, kicking up the green blades of grass. "The tactics are very simple. When the enemy comes—whether it is the Queen’s army or Zavi’s chase—the first fifty men are let go, the rock wall is broken, the road is blocked, and the first enemy is defeated with all his strength. Then take a break, wait for the enemy behind to come, retreat while fighting, and delay as much as possible.... To be blunt, tactics are meaningless in front of enemies with very different strengths. All we have to do is to do our best. It’s possible to live as long as possible. It’s not a battle, it’s a war.... Sir, the above is today’s briefing. We have nothing to say."
Toba stared at the distant mountains in a daze.
"Ms. Mr. Room?" Elliott approached him and reminded him in a low voice.
"Huh?" Toba turned his head and saw everyone looking at him, he couldn't help but touch the back of his head: "That, Ellie is right, let's do it like this. I completely agree."
"You have to make a decision, Sir, the queen or Zavi?" The Rose Knight asked again.
Toba was startled, "I..."
Jonah didn’t think of this question until now: The two upcoming Majesties, Abidèle I of Bazelard and Wenger IV of St. Boren, share a thousand threads with many of them. Wanwi's connection.
The Sutherland royal family of Bazelar is the object of Toba's hatred because they took away the mother and wife of the man from the mushroom farm; Sibi itself is a descendant of Sutherland, whether he wishes or not; Jonah himself They are the people of St. Boren; and the fief of the Rose Knights before being exiled in the long history is the red earth plain. They are the ancient royal family of St. Boren.
No matter what choice Toba makes, some people are forced to bear the pain. This is a game where no one gains.
"...I don't know...Wait a second, I think again, think again." Toba held his forehead in pain.
Elliott said helplessly: "Okay, Mr. Room Manager. No matter what choice we choose, we will obey."
Sibi walked over, slid over Toba’s shoulders and sat down, patted Toba’s head: "Okay, okay, uncle, I will also have a headache if I replace it. I will eradicate my previous experience. When you encounter such a problem, the more you think about it, the more you don’t understand it. Just don’t think about anything. When things come, you will naturally have answers in your heart."
"Really?" The head of the room looked at her helplessly.
"Really! I lied to you as a puppy! Ann..." Sibi embraced Toba's thick neck and said affectionately.
Toba turned his head and looked at Jonah sadly again: "That, astrologer, give me 10,000 courage, and I dare not drag you into this dangerous place, but, look... let me How do you say it?"
The apprentice astrologer couldn't bear the shy expression of the seven-foot man the most, so he waved his hand and walked aside. When he found out, Jonah had already unconsciously walked to Long Ji's side.
The oriental woman stood quietly under the tree, her hair tied into a ponytail, revealing a slender white neck. She held the handle of the dagger in one hand, and fiddled with the leaves in the other, looking very calm.
"I..."
"My past, do you want to know? That is not a wonderful story. It is a wound. A curse. A rotting corpse. Trust me, you are not interested in knowing."
As soon as Jonah spoke, Long Ji interrupted him, and said as if he could read his heart, the question Jonah had buried in his heart for a long time.
"Uh, I'm not..." Jonah waved his hand with a mouth open.
At this moment, a soft pale green light lit up, and everyone's eyes were attracted. The rose knight's unicorn had apparently just released a spell, with colorful neon gleaming on the tip of the corner. Elliott raised his arm and raised four fingers.
"The enemy is detected, about twenty minutes to arrive." Long Ji glanced at it and explained, "This is an early warning magic'Great Landmark', and the enemy is predicted through information sensing between plants. The movement of the magic is a kind of plant magic. Ellie can release the three magics of the healing system, the plant system and the amplification system, of course, all at the cost of life."
"Before today, I didn't know Ellie's ability..." Jonah sighed.
"Yes, everyone has things they don't want others to know." Long Ji looked at the leaves in her hands and said leisurely.
Jonah hesitated for a while, wondering if he should turn around and walk away.
At this time, Long Ji spoke again: "There is a name that you should know. His name is Simeon? Long Chang. The former is his Christian name, and the latter is his genealogical name when he was still in the Dragon Family of the Eastern Continent. In fact, there are not many people who know these two names of him. People in the world generally call him..."
"The King of Assassins!" Jonah's fingers involuntarily grasped the corners of his clothes, his knuckles turning white due to excessive force.
Even people with no common sense know that the power of the entire world is in the hands of twelve people,-"Twelve participants."
Four of the five guild leaders are members of the twelve councillors: the four presidents of the Association of Wizards, Association of Astrologers, Association of Bachelor of Mathematics and Science, and Association of Steam Puppet Masters. What kind of mysterious powers are sitting in the remaining eight seats is not uniform among the people. The rumors heard by Jonah say that the king of the Tocharian Empire with a strong record in the Southern Continent will occupy one seat and the special representative of the northern elven kingdoms. Occupy a seat, and there is a special figure on the seat of power, because of fear, people always avoid mentioning it. That is the king of assassins, the spiritual leader of assassins: Simeon? Long Chang.
Assassins are the oldest profession and the most mysterious. They can't bear to make a single blow, and travel thousands of miles away. People often only hear the news of the assassin from the death of important people.
The legendary Assassin Group is a loosely-disciplined but strict-rule organization. Branches of institutions cover the entire continent like a spider web. No one knows what they look like, only when you need to kill a person and can afford it. When you are paid, the assassin’s agent will appear next to you, perhaps the waitress at the corner cafe and the kind old landlord who meets daily.
The "Western Continent Geographical Survey" only mentioned the following sentence for the Assassins: It is said that the sudden death of Her Majesty Queen Wenger II in 2254 of the continental calendar was related to the Assassins, and the nationwide investigation of St. Boren was unsuccessful.