Chapter 321 320 The King Slayer

Chapter 321 320. Regicide

It rained heavily.

The wet robes of the ghostly black owls no longer fluttered. They lowered their heads, silently received the mission from the head of the black owls, and left Civita City in twos and threes.

The broken rainwater continued to seep into the armor of the accompanying members of the Solon Royal Knights, and even their hearts became cold.

Like ants whose march was blocked by a fallen leaf, they scurried around in the rain in panic, searching for suspicious persons from house to house. Although Zenil, who was temporarily in charge of the overall situation, ordered everyone not to use violence to disturb the people, but those who defended themselves during the assassination The knights who were undeservedly guilty of death could no longer control much.

They knocked on the door roughly. If someone was slow to open the door, they would break it open with magic and swarm in, looking for what they thought was "evidence."

Like frightened birds, the people of Civita huddled numbly in the corner of the room, allowing these people to smash the urns in which they stored food, and watched painfully as the strong wind whipped up the rain and beat on the cellars where the food was hidden, and the grains they were reluctant to eat were all thrown away. A little bit wet...

No one dared to stop them, they just looked at these demons with malicious eyes.

Zenil's chief magicians broke into the rain curtain, and they conveyed Zenil's will with decisive and ruthless actions.

The cavalry who abused the people of Civita were tied to wooden stakes and whipped in the rain. The cold rain penetrated their pores, and the blood flowed and was quickly washed away. The howls of the cavalry echoed in the heavy rain.

Covered with scars, they were mercilessly thrown on the street and watched by the people of Civita. Even though they were on the verge of hypothermia, the chief magician who was imprisoning them still did not release them and forcefully ordered the knights to wait for the punishment time to end.

The people of Civita who watched the execution in the rain clenched their fists. They did not dare to shout and cheer, but the joy in their brows was obvious.

Zenil's temporary residence was naturally surrounded by the accompanying imperial governors. Compared with the people's relief, they were very dissatisfied with Zenil's whipping of Dewek's personal knights - of course, some may also accuse Zenil of being responsible for some people. The Lord means no mercy.

This interview was destined to end on bad terms. The imperial governors believed that Zenil's temporary taking over of the emperor's power after his assassination was a helpless move, but Zenil's actions after taking over the temporary power were tantamount to transgression.

After getting rid of this group of consuls who were hesitant to "finalize" his father's coffin, Zenil looked a little tired.

The black owl in the shadows waited for a long time, and Zenil's chief magician opened a magic barrier to isolate the inside and outside.

"Chief of the Black Owl, maybe you have something to say to me?"

The head of the black owl half-knelt respectfully, but did not say a word.

Zenil twitched the corners of his mouth, waved his hand, canceled the barrier, and allowed the head of the black owl to leave.

The chief magician poured a cup of tea for Zenil after the head of the black owl left: "Why didn't your highness ask more questions?"

"Black owls, extensions of Solon's will, they generally take orders only from the emperor himself."

The chief magician's hand shaking the tea poured out, and the tea spilled.

Zenil grabbed the tea cup and drank the tea carefully: "All we should care about is the territory. Civita is just a bait and is not worth wasting our energy."

Finally, he added: "Help me invite Tanya over."

Tanya's carriage passed slowly on the uneven bluestone road. After the chief magician left, the cavalry that abused the people of Civita had just been taken down from the wooden pillars standing on the street.

Due to being washed away by rain for a long time, their skin was wrinkled and their faces were pale. Even if they were supported by their companions, they were still shaking and staggering.

Even so, they still used a little energy to curse Zenil's cruelty.

No one thought it was offensive to break into residential houses and search. Assassins could easily enter the city of Civita, perhaps with the help of these "ordinary people". It was natural for the remnants of the rebels to lurk in the Civita area.

Tanya stepped into the mansion with some doubts. Zeniel sat at the stone table and seemed to be discussing something with his messenger. He nodded slightly when he saw her arrival.

Tanya, who had not met Zenil in private for a long time, also politely returned the favor.

After the idlers left, Zenil got straight to the point: "There is a batch of food, and I hope you will distribute it on your behalf."

"food?"

"To compensate those who have been harassed, the list has been drawn up. You just need to come forward to receive this honor that is grateful to the people."

Tanya was a little stunned, but quickly regained her composure: "What do I have to pay?"

"No need." Zenil said, "Both the nobles and the people have become accustomed to the title of 'Green Shade'. Your kindness is natural and considerate, and will not be thought by those who are insensitive to be deliberate compensation from the empire."

Tanya smiled and said: "The governors were very dissatisfied with you for taking over most of the power temporarily after your father's death. You offended a group of poor people who couldn't squeeze out any profit, and finally gave up your reputation to me... It's shocking When did the storm of fear become so gentle?”

Zenil lacked the necessary humor, and his words were frank and direct: "I only care about what the people in my territory think of me. Civita is too far away from the Storm Territory, but it is closer to your 'Green Shade Territory'."

Tanya smelled something strange and thought rapidly in her mind.

She raised her head and glanced at the red beside her, and Zenil seemed to have guessed her thoughts.

"With shielding, even black owls can't pry."

Tanya didn't buy it. After Chihong confirmed it, she lowered her guard and said with a serious face: "What do you know?"

"No more than you. You had a premonition when the southern tour started, didn't you?"

Tanya recalled the scene of the assassination.

Everything happened suddenly. Her father's carriage drove slowly on the spacious streets of Civita. The people who saw the head of the empire for the first time, although they had experienced many hardships, were still shocked by the mighty team and the majestic and majestic momentum of the guard knights.

The saying that the lord deceived the emperor still had a market in Civita, so these poor people put their heads on the ground little by little, just so that the emperor could see their humility and loyalty, and then... let them have a way to live and eat a full meal.

The plaster wall beside the road suddenly broke, and a tall and majestic figure appeared in the collapsed wall. The dusty silver-white armor reflected the cold light and reflected countless stunned and nervous faces.

The spear stretched out without any skill, and it was impossible to tell how fast or slow it was.

The guards experienced the horror of the spear. Their bloodshot eyes, blood gushing out of their mouths, sunken chests, and bodies flying off the ground all told everyone how terrifying the killing power of this attack was.

In late autumn, frost and snow were flying in Civita. The cold wind was like a snake winding on the bluestone road. The magician who was reciting the spell was too late. All those who tried to surround and kill the assassin were frozen into statues by the biting cold. The assassin's huge body began to accelerate, and his sturdy physique smashed the ice sculptures along the way and strode forward.

The knights who collided with him were all the absolute elites carefully selected by Solon, but under the assassin's overwhelming murderous intent, no one with cold hands and feet could stop him.

Groups of guards were swept away by the spear, and the assassin who opened up a path rushed towards the black owl that suddenly appeared.

The will of the empire struck the assassin's body with magic or weapons. The chill seeping from the gaps in the armor distorted the magic, making the stormy attack like drizzle.

"Snow monster!"

Finally, someone recognized the identity of the assassin.

In the early stage of the Civita Rebellion, he broke into the vanguard camp alone and disrupted Solon's layout.

In the middle stage of the Civita Rebellion, he broke out of the siege of Solon's black owls and exchanged the lives of three black owls for bloodshed and serious injuries.

With the end of the Civita Rebellion, the squirrel people returned home, and everyone forgot the legendary figure who had once made the squirrel people proud and imitated from clothing to weapons.

The last person of Melias, the remaining claws of the former prosperous human empire of the Mela continent after it turned into a ferocious beast, he came.

As passed down by generations of black owls.

"Not every Yeti has forgotten the giant beast, and not every Yeti is willing to accept the new era."

"The Yeti is like a ghost. As the last pair of eyes left in the world by Melias, he coldly watches everything of Solon, waiting for the weakness of the country that has taken over a large area of ​​Melias, and then... he will return, with a body that should have been buried long ago and a belief that should not continue to persist, to practice his greatest loyalty with spears and magic, and we can only be forced to witness it."

The prophecy of the black owls hundreds of years ago came true at this moment.

The black owl used his life to build a barrier between the Yeti and Divik.

The coldness that continued to seep out of the armor rose into mist. At this moment, the Yeti seemed to be in the rolling snow-capped mountains. He hid his shocking shot in the depths of the snow-capped mountains, like a dragon awakening, roaring and sticking out of the nest, and stabbing out with a spear in the hazy mist.

The flesh and blood barrier was dodged by the yeti skillfully. Magic, armor, and flesh and blood were all lost at this moment, and there was nothing in front of Divik.

In front of a smooth road, the spear advanced with a surging rage of revenge. The last imperial will of the buried empire turned his back to many descendants, pierced Divik's heart, easily picked up his body like a rag bag, and threw it contemptuously to the distant carriage.

Countless people witnessed the yeti killing the king, and the sun hanging high in the sky of the empire was dim.

The knights, black owls, and magicians did their best to surround and kill this rebellious lunatic, vowing to make this despicable regicide bleed on the spot, but the spear wielded by the yeti and the biting frost magic were constantly harvesting the lives of the surrounding servants.

When the endless stream of guards tried to trap the snow monster to death with numbers, magic flashed in the dark, and enchanted arrows fell like raindrops, and the knights chasing the snow monster were caught off guard and died on the spot.

After coming to their senses, the snow monster disappeared, leaving only corpses all over the ground.

Someone covered the snow monster's escape from the scene, which may have surprised Tanya more than the snow monster's killing of the king. This means that the snow monster got help from a certain group.

In Solon, who was looking forward to the death of his father and the prelude to change and turmoil?

There are not many optional answers, and each one is heavyweight.

Everything happened very suddenly. Tanya, who was too shocked, planned to send a message to the territory at the beginning of the incident, and prepare to purchase supplies to deal with large-scale unrest.

Just when Tanya was about to close the border of the territory and transfer the treasures of the capital Rodmir, she noticed something strange.

After pacing in the room for a long time, Tanya's eyes fell on Chihong and a group of magician followers, and she suddenly realized.

Everything is true, but one thing is absolutely false.

Tanya did not see the eighth-level magician from the Imperial Magician Academy, who should have been a member of the "guard" who followed her father everywhere.

The mystery was almost revealed, but Tanya did not dare to show that she had seen through everything. She still did not know which fish the angler was eager to get, or whether he was greedy and planned to kill the restless fish in the fish pond. Catch them all in one go?

The same person who saw through the mystery and dared not speak out was Zenil. He clearly knew that Civita had become a hunting ground, and all ambitious people would be hunted here.

He chose the most prudent response method to help the hunters maintain order in the field.

Rather than offending the nobles, he was more afraid of offending the people who arranged it - even though he already knew the true meaning of his acquisition of the territory.

The two of them looked at each other in a tacit understanding.

Tanya said: "The snow monster might be an unexpected bonus."

"Maybe not, he may have come here for this." Zenil said, "If it were me, I would not let the empire's frontiers be affected by the shadow of the past. The ghosts of the past should return to the cemetery to rest in peace, rather than carrying them with them. Reluctant to sow the seeds of chaos again and again.”

"Again and again?" Tanya frowned. She vaguely felt that Zenil knew a secret that she didn't know.

Zenil did not explain, which further confirmed Tanya's suspicion.

Tanya stopped talking and stood up to say goodbye.

Before leaving, she asked: "Brother...Prince Zenil."

"Call me brother. Not many people are willing to call me that."

Tanya was stunned for a moment. This was Zenil's rare tenderness in many years, and his words were also very kind... Just like when he was bullied as a child, he would stand up for himself.

"Why do you have to remind me and help me by the way?"

Zenil raised his head, and the softness on his face gradually returned to stiff lines. He looked up like a statue standing outside the trial court, his eyes touching nowhere in time.

For a long time, he stared at Tanya.

"Perhaps I am worried that you will do something stupid again. Although I often say that family ties are weak, I am still willing to help my promising sister at the right time."

"Something stupid?"

"Lulutis."

Tanya looked gloomy and lowered her head.

"Were you paying attention the whole time?"

"Yes."

"Are you involved?"

The corners of Zenil's mouth rose.

Tanya sighed in shame: "Sorry."

"No need to apologize to me, I understand your wariness."

After leaving the Zenil mansion, Tanya looked back at the outline of the building hidden in the rain curtain...

"Family affection..."