ambush

It was easy to find the emperor in the palace, but the difficult thing was how to get close to him. But it wasn't easy to find someone in a palace who didn't know who he was—because the gold-covered palace was so big that it was like a heavily guarded fortress, and the patrols patrolling it from time to time made it difficult to stealth.

"If you don't know where the target is, let him expose himself. This is a warning written in the MI7 recruit training manual, and Zhao Mian is now waiting for an opportunity - it is not far away.

The king was unable to communicate, and the king, named Xiyoton, was now as delirious as an addict who had just taken a large dose of hallucinogenic drugs. Zhao Mian's words could not be answered by him, if those calls of "Grimma" could be regarded as answers.

"Woo~~~!" A long horn sounded in the northeast direction of the palace, Zhao Mian watched the captain of the patrol blow the horn in a panic, and the other soldiers were trying to make the unconscious guards wake up - two soldiers pushed open the door of the room in a panic, and they were relieved by the scene in the room, their king was sitting on his bed, and his old face was looking in their direction.

The whole city was in turmoil, countless people woke up from their sleep, the soldiers who had long been asleep jumped up from their beds, skillfully picked up their spears and swords from the bedside, and quickly approached the posts they should hold, and many men in the prime of life also picked up all kinds of weapons they could find and rushed out of their doors, approaching the direction of the city gate.

Intruder!—that was the only message conveyed by the sound of the trumpet, and everyone clenched their weapons and stood for them, especially in the palaces of the kings.

Countless soldiers quickly surrounded the whole room, and a large number of torches dispelled all the shadows around them—two corners away, the remaining soldiers were escorting the ladies of the palace towards this place.

In a short time, a man dressed in neat armor, but the rest of his body was unattended, and the grip of his sword was clenched in his hand, revealing himself from the corridor beside him.

"What's going on?" the man whispered to a man who quickly approached him and didn't look like the other guards.

"Outsiders have invaded Medusi, Lord Eom. The general bowed slightly, representing etiquette, and he approached Iomo's side, and whispered, "All the soldiers defending our king have been subdued by the other side - from the point of view of the method, they fell into a coma with a direct blow, and the other party also fed them some medicine to ensure that there will be no accidents, and we cannot bring them to their senses now." ”

"Have you tried using cold water?" Iomo walked quickly towards the king's room, "Besides, how is the situation of my king?" Hama, can you guess how many people there are on the other side?"

"We've tried everything we can do, but the drugs we've used are more effective than we could have imagined, and the soldiers won't wake up until the next sunset. The general named Hama followed closely to Iomo's side, but was slightly behind by nearly half a position, "My king has not been harmed in any way, my lord. It's incredible, we can't guess what the other man's true intentions are - no one else in the palace has been harmed, and no one else has noticed the other's figure, just like a ghost who only exists in the shadows and then leaves after attacking the guards guarding our king. We can't speculate on how many people there are, but I've got people to contact the city guards, and it shouldn't be long before there is news - there aren't many strangers left here lately, my lord. ”

"You're doing a great job, Hama. ”

"It's your subordinate's duty, my lordship. After a slight bow, the other party stopped and stood in front of the king's door, "I still need to direct the situation outside, so I won't accompany you in." ”

"Hmm. Iomo nodded, and turned to enter the room.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. At this moment, a man with a pale face and a pair of black eyes and squinting eyes ran out of the dark shadow in the corner, his black hair was like a mop that had not been washed for a long time, all knotted into large knots, and draped on his black fur coat, he seemed to run out of his room in a very panic, there was no neat place on his body, Zhao Mian even noticed that his shoes were left foot. He ran all the way to Iomo's side - two of the soldiers hesitated, but did not stop him - he ran past Iomo's side and went straight to the door, but Iomo grabbed him by the arm, and he struggled twice but did not break free, so he turned back and glared at Iomo with a wicked look, cracked his lips and said, "Iomo, son of Iomond, what are you stopping me from trying to do?" The king is in fear in his room, but you have stopped me in front of his door, do you want to hurt the king's heart even more?

"Watch your words, Grima!" Iomer cried out, clutching the other's arm, but his face looked disgusted as if he was not grabbing a human arm, but an orc, "The enemy has just invaded this beautiful palace, and there is no shortage of opportunities for you to be their own, I doubt you are in such a hurry to care about our king—or to worry that your orc friends have been hurt in this place!"

Regardless of what kind of dispute happened below, Zhao Mian knew that the target he was looking for had now appeared in front of him, and then he only needed to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity to achieve his goal. So he moved his body slightly, and quickly moved to the king's roof in the sight of the soldiers—the guards had just checked this place, and it should be safe for a long time.

Zhao Mian approached the king's bed lightly, and he prostrated himself on the roof, quietly listening to the voices below—he must have missed a lot of good things, for a lady's voice was coming from below.

"Besides, brother, if you have to quarrel, then take this gentleman of the clever words away from this room, our king is not so energetic now. The lady said loudly, Zhao Mian felt sorry for not being able to see what was happening below, "What the king needs now is not loud noise, he is already very tired, he needs a long rest!"

There was silence for a while, and Zhao Mian could hear the sound of steel hitting the ground, which was the Praetorian Guards withdrawing from the room.

"And us, we'll discuss this matter outside, all our king needs now is rest!" said the woman.

"But!" said Grima, and Zhao Mian clearly found his exact location, and he approached there.

"No, your suspicion is still not cleared, Grimma!" said Iomer loudly, judging by the sound of his voice, he should not be far from Grima.

"Shut up, Iom, you sword on horseback!" Grima said loudly.

"Boom!" "I suggest you say more, Mr. Grema!" Zhao Mian was wearing a heavy armor, smashed through the roof and landed beside Grema, the Grosag in his hand quickly put on the other party's neck, Zhao Mian could clearly see the other party's erect cold hair, "I need some explanations, Mr. Grima-the back of these explanations is not only related to other people's lives, but your life may bear the brunt." ”