His strong chest rose and fell violently. In his dream, he saw a woman with a bow and arrow, long silver hair, lavender eyes. And the silver arrow was glowing, which he watched pierce his heart directly.
In an instant, the pain spread throughout his body, not only the pain caused by the arrow, but also the resentment in his heart that he could not bear.
The moonlight fell on the ground through the window. He looked at it with residual anger. He hated the moon and hated it from birth, but whenever he woke up from a dream, he always looked up at it unconsciously.
He covered his chest to calm the pain he had just felt. He didn't know what that dream represented, and it had followed him like a shadow since he understood, tormenting him when the night came, making it impossible for him to sleep peacefully.
Each time he experienced it, the little bit of pain increased by one more point until he could no longer bear it.
On his bare chest, there was a red mark at the heart, which was bright red like blood, as if it had just been painted on with blood.
He took his sword out from under his pillow and then rolled over and left the bed. He could not sleep any longer, and if he slept any longer, he doubted he would be able to wake up from this pain.
He was Saru Forteus II, the rampaging master of the Hittite Empire, the cold-blooded and ruthless dictatorial king.
The emperor, named after the storm god, swept through the entire empire like a heavy storm, from noble generals to commoners and slaves, no one dared to disobey him under his ruthless and brutal style of action.
There was a noise at the door, and he put on his robe and walked out of his bedchamber with great strides.
Outside the bedchamber, as soon as Clyde, who had been waiting for a long time, saw him, he immediately knelt down on one knee and reported, "Your Majesty, there is new information!" He respectfully presented a piece of sheepskin with both hands.
Receiving the letter in his hand, Saru carefully reviewed it. Abruptly, his sharp eyes flashed a brilliant light, and then he said appreciatively: "Queen of Mandorla? It is a bit interesting."
Clyde said with admiration: "It is said that she appeared out of nowhere, led five thousand Mandorla people to live in the Gerry Mountains for three months unharmed, and also made a large amount of food and weapons, this tactic is even beyond my reach."
The words just fell, Saru suddenly shook shoulders, laughing out wildly.
This laughter, let Clyde's nerves suddenly tense, he felt scared, and a cold sweat came out of his forehead.
Ignoring his trembling, Saru pinched the sheepskin in his hand and said, "Gather 20000 troops..." Suddenly, he paused and looked at the letter in his hand. The eagle-like sharp eyes narrowed. This woman's strength couldn't be underestimated, "No, 30000, I'm going to meet her!"
Clyde, who heard the instruction, looked up in surprise, "His Majesty is going to take the imperial army on his own!? Even though this leader is outstanding, the people under his command are after all a group of rabble, you don't need to ..."
Saru raised his hand to interrupt him, with a look on his face that did not allow for questioning.
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In front of the Storm God Temple of the Hittite Empire, Saru gathered 30,000 soldiers, his brow was full of arrogance and dominance, especially the pair of eagle-like sharp eyes were emitting the confidence of the imperative.
The soldiers behind him were also energized by his presence, and they spontaneously waved their weapons and shouted, "Hittite will win! Hittite will win!"
The sound was so great that heaven and earth were shaken by it. The continuous sound was like the thunder in the sky, signaling that they would be invincible.
Saru looked down on the overwhelmingly powerful generals and called out, "Let's go!"
He seemed to remember something and suddenly asked Clyde, who was also wearing a warjon beside him, "What's her name?"
Clyde replied, "Artemis!!!"
Saru heard it, looked at the moon hanging in the sky, the corners of his mouth lightly pulled out a residual cold arc, "The moon god who protects the brave?"
A cold smile flashed across his arrogant and unrestrained handsome face, and his slender green eyes had a conquering look to her.
"I want to catch her alive!!!"