In the pool of blood in the main hall, a general in military uniform walked up the steps surrounded by his subordinates' torches, as if he was watching a grand blood-colored drama. Queen Aut Peili saluted him personally, then sat down. The other party stared at the fake king and said with interest, "It turns out that this is the fake king before the holy mountain ceremony of your country. Its appearance seems to be similar to that of the King of Ten Thousand Kings, but this temperament and the clothes wrapped in the king's clothes cannot be highlighted."

At this moment, a large number of slaves have already rushed up and started to transport the bodies and scrub the blood. Ultrapeli smiled and said to Li Bida that this fake king is not the core of the matter tonight, and he has its own uses. "In comparison, I care more about my child who has just returned."

"Your Highness, no, is the future king of kings, and the lion on the top of the holy mountain is naturally safe. I have sent a whole brigade of infantry to protect him in the barracks, and the head of the barracks is also a very loyal person according to the queen's introduction. There is nothing dissatisfied with me. My noble queen, you and I have been planning this matter for a long time. Including your sister Youbertnia's part." Li Bida then made a silence gesture, "But even if you are sure to win now, Your Highness should not come forward, for the final decision. So, on behalf of the Republic, I will ask you again, Mr. Queen, can you guarantee the friendship between Armenia and Rome? Can you really kill decisively?"

"This is natural." Ultrapeli replied easily, "What happened, and the next year, the country will fulfill its promise and provide you with a military servant of ten thousand cavalry. How about it?"

Of course it is very good. Li Bida made a promise and promised that the throne of Tegray would be as stable as Mount Tai with the recognition of the Republic. Moreover, as the conflict between the Republic and Parthia intensified, the importance of your son will become more and more prominent, and your country will always benefit from it. Of course, this matter must be kept secret for the time being. I will also ask Mr. Crasus to ask for another half of the legion, which is the Fourth Syrian Legion. I heard that when Crasus was sailing rapidly, the commander of this legion almost drowned, and half of the ships and personnel were lost.

These two and a half legions must lurk on the Armenian border. "In short, don't let Parthian's fine work find that there is a big abnormality in Atacsetta. Keep everything outside, so everything will be resolved tonight." After saying that, Li Bida smiled and bowed to the pseudo-king who didn't know what you were talking about, and then retreated.

The next morning, the royal city of Ataksetta was very normal: the fake king still sat on the throne in a fake manner, and all dissidents in the palace were wiped out. The garrison of the city walls was still tight, and for the people in the market under the royal city, it seemed that they had heard the sound of the army mobilization in the barracks last night, but this was normal for the heart of a kingdom. Everyone knows that the entire Xiaoya and Syria are now surrounded by the clouds of war.

In the bathroom where the doors and windows were completely sealed, the oil lamp had slowly withered the flames. The real king, Tegranis, looked dull and watched the darkness gradually flood the house like a tide. During this period, he had no food or drinking water. If he was hungry, he would dip some ointment and essential oil to eat. If he was thirsty, he could drink water from the bath. Yes, he was not dead for the time being. It seemed that the rebels had no hope of calling him dead. They always guarded him tightly and had no intention of coming in to execute him.

But the problem is that there is still a whole half of the market day before the Holy Mountain Festival. Of course, this time is just a vague concept for Tegranis. The bathroom without the fire is dark, and several eunuchs have committed suicide because they know that no matter which faction wins, they must die when they see this scene. The King of Kings sat among the bodies that died of the pillar, sitting silently.

After a market day passed, all the anointing and oil were exhausted, and he began to eat his feces in a helpless manner. He originally imagined that he might encounter such a day. It should be said that some kings had such concerns. The sword of Damocles was hanging on the throne at any time. "Do you die vigorously at that time, and you should not lose the style of a king." At that time, he was sitting in the palace, the heroic army and the authority, and thought generously, but when things came to an end, he realized that even if he ate the stinky excrement, he did not want to die, nor did he want to die at all. Should he praise the tenacity of life, or should he laugh at the obsession of greed for life and fear of death?

Finally, the day before the Holy Mountain Festival, the bronze door was opened with a bang. Tegranis was covered with his hair, covered his scattered head, and buried in a pile of stinky feces. He was illuminated by the sudden light and could not open his eyes. His body was also very weak and could not even speak. However, most of the soldiers who were like wolves and tigers were affiliated with the Cyrene legion. Gasba, the leader of the Armenian Imperial Guard, flatly refused the request of the king to execute him. He believed that rebellion could be done, but regicide was absolutely impossible, and he could only let outsiders work hard.

These soldiers grabbed Tegranis' braid and dragged him out like a livestock. The other party's eyes were distracted and the corners of his mouth were slightly opened. I don't know what to express. A soldier put a thorny iron rod into his mouth and stirred it hard for a few times. The real king could no longer make any sound. His tongue and teeth turned into pieces. "Put him the king's crown and clothes." The leader shouted in Greek words with Serres's earthy voice, and his subordinates would randomly cover some gorgeous underwear.

The robe was put on Tegranis, who was covered in blood and like a dead fish, and then he was carried all the way to the courtyard of the fountain. Otpeli stood there, turned around and looked at his husband, and said to the fake king beside him with a smile, "The show you want to perform will be a while before it will be closed, but it is also very simple. In the future, you will be symptomatic of a stroke. I will give you a generous palace, and there will be no lack of food or maids. You just need to enjoy it inside and don't come out."

The fake king widened his eyes, full of the exaggerated surprise of the common people in the market. He looked at the queen, the half-dead real king, and then looked at the calm soldiers around him, and then said a few words slightly, probably because he was satisfied with the conditions he had given.

Several of the queen's confidant eunuchs threw the true king onto a sedan chair, tied him up with ropes, and sent him out of the main entrance of the palace. Countless Armenian nobles set up their formations in front of the door with chariots. When they saw the "pseudo king" being carried out, the "true king" and the queen waved to everyone surrounded by the guards, they all cheered like thunder.

On the top of Mount Arara, the rope was untied and the hood was removed. Tegranis knelt on the snow and grass. Several Cyranian soldiers were wiping the blades of the sword. The King of Kings was trembling with cold. He looked at the steep rocks in the distance, and then suddenly the sky fell across the sky. An eagle spread its wings and flew across his pupils. When the soul left his body, he saw that the young Misaro fell from the sky on the rocks, holding his hand with a smile, slowly rising away... (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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