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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 239, Battle for the Throne (12)

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    The candidates for the raid team have been decided, Lear, Bert, Jesdan, Larov, Table, Stool, Volanna, Bastanay, Delant, and Roland, exactly ten people.  His Royal Highness the Second Prince lacked the uncomfortable quality of indecisiveness. He decisively chose to do anything for the throne, even if it meant killing his brother.  There was a beast in his heart that was roaring in anticipation of blood. It was willing to destroy everything in front of it because the end point was the noble title of Solandor XV.

    "Let's take action." Larov put on a black cloak. After him, everyone put on a black cloak to facilitate movement in the night.  At this time, it was eleven o'clock in the night. Before that, they had had enough wine and food, and had rested for a few hours to recharge their batteries and be ready to launch a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

    A group of people followed a pre-arranged route and moved in the most hidden alleys and corners.  The heavy snow will come at the right time, and the howling wind will completely cover up their footsteps, and the traces they bring will be covered by the heavy snow in a few seconds.  The most important thing is that the heavy snow severely restricted the movement of the guards, so that Larov and the others would not be discovered by them before they arrived at Hadava's manor, and then they would have to go through a lot of trouble for violating the curfew regulations. If they were unlucky, they would  Being associated with the assassination case

    Every footprint he took was covered with snow again in an instant.  The wind puffed up the cloaks, but it did not affect their actions at all.  Everyone is running at high speed, saving every minute and every second.

    Snowflakes were coming towards them, and the icy cold air invaded from their collars and trousers, numbing their senses.  The coldness will gradually swallow up everything, while the beautiful and flawless silvery white will shatter the lives of many people.

    Although there is a heavy snowstorm and enemies blocking the way ahead, is there any more sufficient reason for them to retreat?  Hadawa was right in front. Instead of waiting for the dagger he didn't know when to stab, it was better to pull out his dagger in advance and stab him in the throat.  Attack is the best defense, timing is fleeting bitch, this is what they all understand.  Although the adjectives are somewhat inappropriate, it is enough as long as you can understand the meaning.

    The competition for the throne is very fierce, and every male heir is desperately trying to become the emperor.  Each of them intends to become the supreme ruler of this empire, enjoying a vast territory, a beautiful life, and the pleasure of controlling everything.  Every emperor trampled on the bones of his brothers to sit on the throne.

    Every generation of emperors has cold and violent thoughts deep in their hearts. Will those who dare to stab their brothers with a spear put down their weapons in front of other insignificant people?  In order to preserve this rare mentality, each generation of emperors would give birth to several boys and let them compete with each other for the throne.  Cruel, yes.  But as a king, you must have the character of killing and decisiveness.  A soft-hearted emperor is destined not to last long, and may even ruin an entire dynasty.

    The battle for the throne of the Atak Empire is relatively gentle compared to other countries.  However, because Ralof delayed too long before, Hadava managed to pull together an efficient team and kept attacking his brother.  If Larov had accumulated his strength earlier, he would not have been attacked again and again, and they would have been in a stalemate.

    At that time, it will be their turn to rush to show their achievements in front of the people so that they can win more votes in the spring general election.  But now, it is obvious that the eldest prince has an absolute advantage.

    In order to equalize Hadawa's advantage, Larov adopted the simplest and most direct method, which was to directly kill his brother.  In doing so, his organization evaporated.  All nobles, big and small, general marshals, imperial governors and supervisors will unite under Larov's command, and he will sit on the throne as a matter of course.

    In order to make the raid plan foolproof, Larov even personally participated in it.  This shows how seriously he takes this action.  Of course, this made others feel happy, as it showed that the second prince they supported was not a pathetic hesitant.

    Soon, Seagull Street arrived, it is a quiet street.  At the end of Seagull Street, there is a manor that is not very large. It seems that at most there is only a baron living there.  Who would have thought that someone as noble as His Highness Hadawa would actually live in such a simple manor?  In addition, this place is usually sparsely populated, and I noticed that there are very few people here.

    "Go in from the back." Larov whispered.

    They quickly passed through the courtyard of a house and approached the back of the manor at No. 91 Seagull Street.  Behind the manor stood a wall, topped with a row of sharp spikes that would have been deadly to an unskilled thief.  However, the people of the Scarlet Dagger Brotherhood have more and stronger anti-defense technologies. The table took out a set of professional ropes and tied them to the spikes. He climbed up along the ropes, and finally turned over gently and fell to the ground.  In the grass under the wall??The heavy snow successfully cleared up all the noise he made, leaving no noticeable sound.

    "You guys climb up along the rope." The stool smiled slightly and climbed up directly along the wall, looking casual and calm.  Her strength was so frightening that even though she stood on the spikes on top of the wall, she was unscathed.  She grabbed hold of the spikes and climbed down without even a scratch on her palms.  These terrifying skills undoubtedly amaze them.

    ¡°If one day a task related to me appears in the task column of the Scarlet Dagger Brotherhood, remember to remind me.¡± Bastanay said in a stunned tone, and the black cloak did not suppress his character at all.

    "I will." Wolanna said, but she didn't care about these trivial matters at all.  What she cared about was her superb skills with stools and tables, and maybe she should keep practicing her job.  In fact, Wolanna's talent is very good. At the age of fifteen, she can solve many tasks that assassins older than her cannot complete.  She learned the highly dangerous "Lightning Dance" and created a poisonous formula that made even giant dragons change color. These were skills that other assassins envied.

    However, in the three years after she was with Jestan and quit the brotherhood, she became more and more lazy in studying hard.  So that the movement slows down and it is difficult to exert all the strength.  She saw the smooth movement of the stool and realized that it was time to resume her high-intensity training and continue to develop her speed, explosiveness and strength.

    Next, Jessdown and Bert climbed up along the rope, and then everyone lined up and climbed over the wall.  This is the backyard of Hadawa's manor. Even the backyard is still large and luxurious.  The surrounding trees have been pruned into the shapes of various weapons, the ground is paved with neat marbles, and the lawn next to it is also very neat and green. Even under the cover of snow, some can still emerge to show their vitality.  In the center is a large fountain. A warrior raises a long sword, and spring water flows out from the top of the sword.  Next to it is a row of benches. Some guards are sitting on the benches and some are conducting night patrols.

    "This is the story of 'Odd raised his sword and called for water to save his friends.'" Lear thought of the folklore, "It's really nostalgic."

    "They don't look defensive at all." Volanna pulled out her dagger, looking like she was about to rush out at any time.

    "Idiot." Jessdown patted Volanna, "I can sense that there are two guards on the tower, concentrating on the situation in the backyard. Fortunately, there was a big tree blocking our climb over the wall. Once you go out  , the guards will immediately sound the alarm, and at this time, even our escape becomes a problem that needs to be taken seriously."

    "Your situation is not much better, Jessdown." Stool said contemptuously, "You only saw the tower, right? I clearly felt a magician on the balcony using his spiritual power.  Scan everything around. Fortunately, most of his mental power was spread to the front yard, leaving only a part in the backyard. However, if we are not careful, we will step into the range of his mental power scanning. When the time comes, we will  There is a strong soldier who blows the trumpet that wakes the hibernating dragon.¡±

    "" Jest stood silent, looking frustrated.

    "Then what should we do?" Bastanay asked.

    "Attract their attention, and then we sneak in from the other side." Jessdown put forward an idea irresponsibly.

    "Let me do it." Delant raised the branch and looked at Lear provocatively.  The green light flashed away, and suddenly, in the row of trees on the left, an ornamental fir tree in the shape of a tower fell down, destroying several friends next to it.  Delant deliberately amplified the sound, making the sound of falling trees become something that people had to pay attention to.

    "Great!" Seeing the guards gathering in surprise and running to the fallen trees to observe the situation, Burt shook his blood-red sword and slowly advanced through the trees on the right.  Jest carefully figured out the arrangement of the opponent's magician's mental power, and whispered to Bert at the front whether he should turn left or right, move slightly to the left or run two steps to the right.

    And the other people behind didn¡¯t dare to breathe loudly at all.  They go as Bert goes, like puppets.  This was a last resort. Once the magician's all-pervasive mental power scanned them, all their previous efforts would be in vain.  Soon, they successfully sneaked into the side door.  Normally, it is provided to slaves, but now, it has become an excellent entrance for them to advance into the building, because there is only one guard here, and he is an old man who is snoozing.  Neither the roaring collapse of the tall cedar trees nor the surprised shouts from a large group of guards could wake him up.

    "Keep the formation." Larov whispered, then walked to the front and opened the door.
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