A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - chapter 325

I always felt that… he seemed to be unknowingly… was fooled by the boy.

Thrall, who was walking in the hot sunlight, thought depressively that the black hair, which was almost like a bird’s nest, was messed up by himself and completely distorted.

He scratched his hair hard for a while, and finally let out a long, helpless breath.

how to say……

In that atmosphere, he was unconsciously taken away by the rhythm of the young man’s speech.

Gee!

That kid is so confusing.

That determined tone and decisive tone made people unintentionally infected and moved by his words.

It makes people feel like dreaming, indulging in the promising future he promised.

Thrall himself wondered as soon as the dynamism passed.

He felt as if he had done something stupid.

It was so easy to believe the promise that a stranger gave himself.

Not long ago, he had slandered him that he was a silly white idiot, but now…

He couldn’t help smiling and thinking, how to think he was a stupid idiot.

Obviously the other party is a lot younger than himself, and even now the other party’s name is unknown.

Obviously, it is an understatement language, but it has a strong power to confuse people who cannot tell the truth clearly.

It seems that as long as it is spoken from the mouth of the teenager, it will definitely become a reality.

More importantly, the young man grabbed his weakness, and grabbed the most painful place deep in his heart.

The future promised to him by the boy made him forget everything at that moment and just wanted to grab the other hand.

Just like a person who is about to drown, he desperately wants to grab a driftwood drifting in front of his eyes.

The people of Fira prayed to the gods of Aaron Landis for hundreds of years.

They kept praying for the mercy of the gods and praying to the gods to save them.

Now, a driftwood floated in front of him.

…Is this driftwood that actively floats to him in front of him, is it the will of the gods or the temptation of the devil?

Whether the beautiful teenager can save him and his people will still bring the Fira to a worse situation.

Thrall didn’t know.

He only knew that this driftwood would be the only and the last chance for the people of Fira.

The wind was roaring around, unconsciously reaching the destination. Standing in front of the door of the Fira assembly hall, Thrall looked up.

In the desert of Saarland, wood is an extremely precious thing, so wooden houses are rarely seen in the desert.

In the same way, the hall of the Fira assembly is also a large stone house. Years of wind and sun make its appearance quite vicissitudes, making this already rough stone hall even more ugly.

Looking at the familiar stone hall, Thrall clenched his hands hard.

He wants to gamble!

The blood in the body was boiling a little bit, and the fierceness and fierceness of the desert man swelled in his blood.

His eyes suddenly became sharper. He strode into the stone hall. His lazy hanging eyes were burning at the moment. His face was solemn, as if there was an invisible power pouring into his body, making him full. Power.

The appearance of the young leader, who had been convicted with Chang Ri, made everyone who was summoned by him in the hall quite surprised. They all looked at Thrall, puzzled or surprised. Clear out how their little boss suddenly became like this.

Only the middle-aged man sitting on the wooden chair in the gray and black wolf skin at the top of the hall is still drinking himself. Although he is in the high seat, there is almost no sense of existence, and other people in the hall are also used to it. He didn’t pay attention to him sexually.

This man is Thrall’s father, the real leader of the Fira.

A few years ago, because of his serious injury, he ceded the responsibility of leading the Fira to his son, and since then he has been drunk, drunk and dreamed, no matter what.

Therefore, although he is still the leader of Fira in name now, it is only a symbol. The real master is his son, Thrall, who is called the little leader by everyone.

At this moment, the prestigious people in Fira were summoned by Thrall to the hall.

In addition to the highly respected older generation, several important men of the younger generation of Thrall were also summoned by him.

Although these horse thieves are often bohemian, everyone can see at this moment that Thrall called them to discuss important things, so it is rare to stay honest.

Tamia is also quite capable among the younger generation, staying aside at the moment, with a sullen face, wondering what to think.

Looking around the crowd, Thrall spoke.

The Ferra who were born of horse thieves have always acted neatly.

So Thrall didn’t even bother to say the opening remarks, and straightforwardly stated the purpose of convening the crowd and his plan.

Just halfway through his words, it caused an uproar in the hall.

Like a boulder hitting the water, water splashed for a while.

“Little boss, are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, you are Jiujin’er, haven’t you woken up yet? What are you talking about?”

“I said, is it possible that Xiaotouer was stunned and fainted because the beauty was robbed? How to talk nonsense.”

Everyone was speechless, you said a word, many people did not take Thrall’s words seriously, and some people laughed.

“You think I purposely summoned all of you here just to joke with you and talk nonsense?”

Thrall looked coldly at the crowd and asked rhetorically.

The laughter and discussion in the hall came to an abrupt halt, and everyone looked stunned at Thrall’s serious look.

This little boss is serious?

He really wants to take them to be the pawns of Wang Ting and help Wang Ting to fight other bandits?

The young people looked at each other, whispering to each other, whispering in consternation. But the elder elders didn’t talk, they either stared at Thrall, or pondered.

Their nominal leader was still drinking bit by bit in the upper seat of the hall, as if he had not heard anything.

After a long time, several old talents spoke one after another.

“Saar, do you think about it? Are you really going to take the Ferrars and follow Wang Ting’s orders?”

“This is too sudden.”

“Wang Ting has never taken us seriously, why suddenly…”

“What is it that we want to use us for?”

“Saar, I don’t think such things should be taken lightly.”

The old people were obviously skeptical, and almost no one agreed.

Thrall looked at them and only said one thing.

“Wang Ting’s people said that as long as I can clean up the bandits in the desert of Saar, he promised me to help the land of Saar restore the prosperity of our ancestors hundreds of years ago.”

The spacious stone hall was suddenly silent for a moment, and the eyes of the older generation lit up in an instant.

They said nothing more, just opened their eyes and stared at Thrall.

Thrall knew very well what the elders’ greatest desire was, so he went on.

“He promised me that as long as we do this, we will restore the name of our ancestor Fei Qier.”

All of a sudden, everyone’s breath was heavy.

Not only the old people with their heart beating violently, but also the young people’s hearts are moving, staring at Thrall, breathing hard.

Although they don’t value the ancestor’s name as much as the old man, the young man has the young man’s own arrogance. Although no one usually says that, the hidden ancestor’s name has always been an acne hidden deep in their hearts.

And now, there is such an opportunity, if they can personally restore the glory of their ancestors, then they will definitely become heroes in the clan.

“Really?…that person who really speaks…”

The oldest old man opened his mouth, and he looked at Thrall’s eyes anxiously, his voice trembling slightly.

“Enough! A bunch of idiots!”

When the old man was interrupted with a loud drink, the mouth of Termia’s face was already ugly.

“Saar is stupid, are you going to be stupid?”

“The ancestors of the ancestors-really enough, such a name can deceive you to death!”

“Wang Ting has always looked at us as disagreeable. They wished that we horse thieves would die. How could such a promise be given?”

He glanced at the crowd, with a sneering expression on his face, and said with hatred and incompetence.

“This is obviously a trap! Those cunning officials casually say something, and they coax us to help them fight to death.”

“When the other bandits are really cleared, will those of us have a good ending?”

“I dare say, don’t say anything that promises us at that time, they will just find an excuse to kill us together.”

Temea grunted bitterly.

“I disagree, I will never follow you to be Wang Ting’s running dog–!”

A few words from Temea made the people who were already tempted shake again.

“To be right, what if Wang Ting is just using us?”

“Indeed, when we fight with other bandits almost, Wang Ting can take the opportunity to destroy us together. Maybe that’s how we count.”

“If they don’t speak…”

“We are doing our own right now, and do whatever we want. I want to be as happy as possible, and I don’t want to do anything.

Seeing that everyone was shaken by Termia, Thrall just wanted to speak, and suddenly a chuckle came from behind him.

With a crackling sound, a wine jar was suddenly thrown over and smashed on the uneven stone floor.

An inferior wine smell permeated the hall.

The noise in the hall came to an abrupt end, and everyone unconsciously cast their eyes behind Thrall.

Thrall also turned and looked.

The middle-aged man who was lying on the seat and drinking drastically smashed the wine jar and glanced at him drunk.

Being stared at by men, everyone shut up.

Even if the man is just an alcoholic who does nothing, he is still the leader of the Fira.

He has been a leader for more than ten years, and he still has great authority among the Fira, especially the older generation.

“Use? Calculate?”

The drunken man sneered.

“Don’t be too fuckin’ **** you guys.”

“What do you think you are? You are just horse thieves, a group of horse thieves, hundreds of horse thieves.”

“More than sixty years ago, there was a special… uh, what is special?”

The man had a hiccup, and the drunken mind didn’t work well, so he couldn’t remember it, so he gave up anxiously.

“At that time, he was terrible in the desert of Thrall, which made people feel terrified, and crushed the other bandits in the desert. Everyone must listen to him.”

“He was rampant in the desert, all the forces were received by him, and the entire desert was almost ruled by him.”

“At that time, everyone called him the king of the desert.”

“Haha, hiccup, the king of the desert, hiccup, so majestic guy, but unfortunately this title was heard by the people of Wang Ting.”

“Then, Wang Ting casually sent thousands of cavalrymen, hiccups, haha, he killed the entire desert, including what kind of desert king.”

“Huh, what else does Wang Ting want to use us… huh.”

He raised his hand and gestured with the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

“In Wang Ting’s eyes, we are almost such a little thing.”

auzw.com The drunk man yelled at his clan.

“Come and tell me, are you interested in using an ant?”

“A person can trample a bunch of ants with just one foot, and still need that person to figure out how many other ants to kill an ant?”

“Come, come and tell me, who the **** are you so boring?”

The drunken man sneered and glanced at everyone, especially at Termia, whose face was flushed with red eyes.

“Lao Tzu tells you now, we are the ant in Wang Ting’s eyes—”

After saying this, the man waved his hand.

“Just do what Thrall said.”

He says,

“Being a running dog and biting a bone is better than being an ant that is trampled to death by a foot anytime and anywhere.”

After a moment of silence, everyone withdrew their faces heavily.

Soon, only two fathers and sons were left in the hall.

The inferior scent of wine in the hall was lingering, and the man was still lying lazily on the seat, his eyes closed, and there was no movement for a while, as if drunk.

Thrall looked at his father in silence, his eyes mixed.

After a long time, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Only, he hadn’t reached the door, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.

“Son, you Lao Tzu is a fool who dares not face reality.”

“But you are different.”

The man seemed to use a drunkenness as an excuse, muttering in a low voice, saying something he couldn’t normally say.

“You… take everyone to fight.”

Thrall stood still and did not look back.

“I never thought you were useless.”

He says.

After a pause, the voice increased again.

“Never.”

Having said that, Thrall still didn’t look back and took a big stride and walked out.

When he stepped out of the hall, the hot sunlight outside fell on him.

He raised his hand to block his eyes and looked through the fingers through the sky.

There is no cloud in the clear sky.

Although the road ahead is difficult, at least, he finally found a way forward.

He finally knew what he should do.

…………

In a flash, ten days have passed.

In the evening of this day, outside the Fira camp, Thrall was taking off guests with several close subordinates.

The guest who stayed here for ten days was naturally Galland and his party.

To be precise, Gallan they were not in the camp of the Fira, but stayed in the desert of Saar for ten days.

Because during this time, at the request of Garland, Thr, who was a ground snake, led them to step on a point in the desert, and so swayed for ten days.

During this time, Thrall also discussed with Galran about how to support the Fira bandit.

Already scheduled, Thrall will receive their first funds and weapons to support them within a month and develop them as soon as possible.

At the same time, it was agreed that they must resolve the Sivari bandits within three months.

After doing this, Garland will send someone to discuss the matter afterwards.

The sun is still on the horizon, but the sky is much darker than before.

“Shall you stay one more night?”

Thrall looked at the sky and said, “It looks not very good.”

Although rain in the desert is extremely rare, it does not mean that it will not rain.

The rare sky tonight is gloomy and looks like a sign of rain.

“No, my family should be anxious not to go back.”

Garland shook his head and rejected Thrall’s proposal.

No more delay, his time in the desert is already the limit.

He was allowed to come out only after arranging the time for his return with the prince. If he did not return at the appointed time, he could guarantee that Brother Camos would rush out to find him personally.

After that the fruit is a headache.

And after being taken back by Brother Wang, Xie Muer will certainly chant him for a long time.

He didn’t want to suffer at all, so it was better to rush back at the appointed time.

Therefore, Garland simply and farewell to say goodbye to Thrall, turned his horse, and left with Huimos who had been riding a horse not far away waiting for him.

Garland, Huimus, and the more than a dozen guardian knights in their guarding costumes rode in the desert, setting off a gust of wind and sand, and against the sunset, they disappeared far away on the horizon.

Thrall watched them go, and then turned back to the camp.

He stayed outside for so many days, and now coming back, there must be a lot of things that he needs to deal with.

But Thrall didn’t know that in a place that he couldn’t see, the departing Garland and his team stopped after riding for a while.

Heimus, who took the lead in Lema, glanced at a knight beside him.

He said, “You go back and stare at them all night.”

The knight ordered by Hyims nodded, turned his horse’s head, circled an arc, and ran back to where they had just left.

He will spend a night near the camp of Fira, monitor their movements, and confirm that they have not followed the behavior of Prince Wang and his entourage and connecting with other bandits before leaving and catching up with the team again.

Garland said nothing about the arrangement of Huimus.

He understands that both vigilance and preparedness are necessary.

After the knight left, they continued their journey and successfully reached their scheduled break before the sky was completely dark.

That is an oasis in the desert.

Although it is small, it is pretty good as a temporary campsite.

In fact, almost all the camps of the bandits are built in desert oasis. Of course, those are large oasis that can inhabit hundreds of thousands of people.

By the time Heimos had explored the neighborhood and arranged for the knights’ vigil, the sky was dark.

Today’s night is gloomy, almost no moonlight and starlight.

Among the dark oasis, only the burning campfire dotted the night.

When Huimus found Galland, Galland sat next to the campfire, lowering his head and not knowing what to do.

The crimson fire reflected the teenager’s face red and bright, as bright as the evening glow.

He walked over and sat down beside Garland.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Gallan holding something green in his hand, which looked like a vine growing near the little lake.

Garland seems to be working hard to compose something with these vines.

“What are you doing with this?”

After reading it for a while, Huimus couldn’t help asking.

Garland looked up at Huimus and suddenly his eyes bent.

Then he stretched out his hand and made a gesture to Huimus’s face.

It was a mask made of vines.

It’s not big, it can block the upper half of Huimus’ face.

The handwork is extremely rough, and the gaps between the vines weave together are large and small, and the shapes are entangled in an awkward manner. It looks so ugly.

“Don’t I promise to send you a mask?”

Garland continued to happily gesture on Huimus’s face.

Anyway, he was bored originally, so he pulled out the green vines and weeds by the lake and tried to make a look.

Anyway… No matter how ugly it is, the person wearing it is not him.

Rao thought so, but after watching his own “masterpiece” with his own eyes, Gallan couldn’t help but whispered.

“It’s ugly.”

The upper half of the face was suddenly blocked by the rough vine grass mask, and Huimos was still stunned. Suddenly he heard Garland say this and suddenly couldn’t help laughing.

The fire light reflected on his face, reflected in his golden-red eyes that emerged from the vine grass mask, as if a soft flame was lit under his eyes.

The flame gently wrapped the boy in front of him.

“Forget it, you are too ugly to wear this.”

Garran said to himself, taking back the ugly vinegrass mask.

“You’re pretty good anyway, so I made it so ugly, it would make my conscience uneasy.”

He muttered while trying to swing his vine grass mask, trying to rescue his work.

Hearing Garlan’s unconscious words, Huimus smiled deeper.

“You think I look good?”

Garlan, who was focused on the vine grass mask in his hand, was unprepared and answered casually.

“They look so handsome, what do you want… eh.”

The young man’s voice came to an abrupt halt at the last word.

However, it was too late.

Garlan, who had been dubbed, turned angrily and glared at Himmos, who laughed happily.

He reached out and grabbed the vine grass mask.

He smiled and said, “Give me, anyway, I look so handsome, I have to block it with an ugly mask.”

Gal Lanqiang resisted the urge to sip him, just wanted to drag the vine grass mask back without giving him, and suddenly felt a cold on the back of his hand.

A click, a drop of water fell on his hand.

Immediately afterwards, another drop fell on the vine grass mask they were holding together.

“It’s raining.”

Huimus stood up.

“I’ll let them build a temporary tent.”

I am afraid that the rain is not too small. He plans to ask someone to cut down a few small trees, and then use vines to put a tent on Gallan that can barely block the rain.

Heimus had just stood up, and suddenly a rush of horseshoes came from the night.

I saw that the knight sent by Huimos to monitor the Fira band hurriedly hurriedly leaped, and he quickly jumped off the horse and bowed to the two to salute.

“His Royal Highness, Lord Heimos.”

He said quickly,

“Camp Fira was attacked by the Sivali band!”