The messenger of the remnants knelt on the ground in the most humble posture, as if facing the supreme king, Larsen sat motionless in his seat, his face expressionless, Ashima's eyes swaying back and forth between the two, and the room was so quiet that even the sound of his heart could hardly be heard.

Suddenly, a choked laugh rang out.

Larsen's shoulders trembled, he was still enduring it at first, but he couldn't help it anymore in the back, and the color of ridicule appeared on his face like a burst, and the whole person laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! Hahaha!! ”

Larsen clutched his cramping stomach and leaned back with laughter, tears burst into laughter, and he pointed to the messenger's nose and laughed: "Is this guy serious hahahaha!" ”

The envoy raised his head, a solemn light flashed in his eyes, and his expression was a little complicated.

Larsen stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the laughter in the corners of his eyes, gave the messenger a thumbs up, and said slowly, "I have to say, your chieftain named Jupiter is very clever and knows how to send you to the throne to tempt me. ”

"I thought about it carefully, what you said is very reasonable, if you really integrate 800,000 troops, as long as the two of us join forces, break through the cold valley, and drive straight into the royal city, Doguland will be ours!"

"It was a scene that I could only dream of, and I thought more than once that one day I would cut off Perseus's dog's head, and I would kill all his sons, and enslave his daughters, and make all my beloved relatives and friends be dogs for me, and I would let them know what a wrong and unfortunate thing it was to follow Perseus!"

"I swear to the gods that if one day... If there is such a day! I want to take back everything that once belonged to me! ”

The messenger's eyes were full of surprise, and he trembled with excitement, and he swallowed his throat, knelt on the ground, and moved forward on his knees, wanting to kiss the back of Larsen's hand as a sign of submission.

"But—" The messenger was greeted with two merciless words, and a boot on his face.

"Boom."

Larsen stepped on the messenger's face and trampled him to the ground like a down-and-out dog, his weather-beaten eyes full of hideousness and blood, and said word by word: "Lao Tzu will never betray the country." ”

The messenger's teeth were all trampled off, and he fell to the ground and struggled, but he could not get up, and could only let out a dull roar of pain.

Larsen looked at this guy's miserable appearance coldly, and his expression gradually became solemn: "Ashuma, immediately pass on my general order, the rotation of all soldiers in the frozen fortress will be canceled, and the four major legions will immediately enter the first level of combat readiness, and all members will participate in the patrol and prepare to deal with the possible attack." ”

"In addition, immediately send a herald, and use ravens to send a message to the general headquarters of the Kingdom Army in the desert area by air and land at the same time, informing the military situation that the tribes of the remnants of the Six Kings are suspected to have been integrated, and there is no specific information yet, and it is speculated that there may be 800,000 troops."

"Finally, tell Perseus, let this dog don't worry about his ass, the frozen fortress has me on top, the barbarian can't enter the country, let him concentrate on fighting in the desert, and then come and help me after cleaning up those Far Eastern mongrels."

Assuma was standing behind Larsen at this time, and a deep voice came: "What should I do with this messenger now?" ”

Larsen twisted the soles of his boots from side to side, rubbing the messenger's face into a bloody blur, and sneered, "Give me the knife, I'm going to cut off his head and hang it on the top of the city wall, give the soldiers a flag, and tell the barbarians outside what will happen to provoking us." ”

"Yes." Assuma drew his saber.

"Poof-" The blade entered the body, and blood gushed out.

Larsen's face changed several times, first dazed, then stunned, he lowered his head in a daze, looking at the scarlet blade that pierced through his chest and abdomen, his face was completely bloodless.

Larsen turned his head in astonishment, only to see Assuma standing there with a knife in his hand, smiling face.

"Poof." As Assuma drew his blade, Larsen stumbled to the ground.

Larsen pressed hard against the bleeding wound and glared at Assuma with cracked eyes: "What are you doing..."

"As you can see, General." Ashuma shook the blood off the knife and smiled, "I stabbed you in the back." ”

Larsen glared angrily and said unwillingly: "You have been following me for 20 years, why do you want to do this?!" ”

"So you remember that I followed you for 20 years." The smile on Ashuma's face slowly turned cold, and he said with a gloomy face, "20 years, a full 20 years, you don't want to make progress, you have several opportunities to get what you dream of, but you still stay in this cold and snowy land, your mouth keeps complaining, and you always willingly act as a watchdog." ”

"Larsen, people have to climb up, if you don't climb up, others will step on you. How many years do you want to stay in this cold and snow? 20 years is not enough, but 30 years? 40 years? Hold on until you become a pile of dry bones? ”

Larsen gritted his teeth and said, "The conditions here are tough, but I've never treated you badly..."

Assuma sneered and said: "Yes, you have never treated me badly, but you have always been so unenterprising, which has caused me to have nowhere to rise, I can only serve you here, endure hunger and cold, and endure my joints being destroyed by the cold wind, and the pain is getting worse and worse every day." You can bear it, sorry, I can't help it. ”

For some reason, a hint of bitterness flashed in Larsen's eyes, and he trembled and reached into his arms and took out a folded, blood-stained piece of parchment: "Why don't you look at this..."

Ashuma glanced at Larsen suspiciously, cautiously stepped forward, grabbed the parchment, and immediately pulled away, opened it and began to read.

This parchment is actually a letter of recommendation, written to Solandale, in which Larsen recounts Assuma's dedication and contributions to the frozen fortress in the past 20 years, hoping that Solandelle will not look at this Fago with national prejudices, and asks her to recommend them to Perseus when she returns to the palace, so that Assuma can go to the palace for further study.

The letter is dated today, and it should have been not long after Larsen had written it, and he had not had time to hand it over.

Larsen looked at the silent Ashuma and said faintly: "I know, life in the frozen fortress is very hard, most soldiers will want to return to the interior after serving for a few years, those who can serve for 10 years are warriors, and you have followed me for 20 years like you... I don't say it, but I am actually very moved in my heart, and I hope that you can be promoted and fulfill your ambitions more than anyone else. ”

"I just didn't expect you to be so anxious inside... Blame me... It's all because I usually only care about business and don't talk to you much..."

"But it's okay, Assuma, it's still too late... Help me up, the knife just now is regarded as my repayment for so many years of mistakes, and I will not hold me accountable! Come back, child, come back to me, and you will have a bright future. ”