THE SUN GOD SWORD
Mastering Istana6
On that day, all the people hustled. But on the other hand, the four Dukes who got a letter from the Tumenang Palace became furious instead of kepalang.10 times than usual, he said, that means on average each Duchy must give two thousand to three thousand sacks of rice.
One of the jet-black dukes squeezed the letter that had just been sent by the Palace soldiers, not wanting to risk Mangku Anom's errand boy immediately leaving the place.
“The palace is really cruel hearted.” The man stood up from the seat of his Adipati. “This suppression of his name, just because of being submissive with the Demon Bats of the people was squeezed out like this? Prajamsara intends to kill us all.”
“What should we do at this time?” asked one of the soldiers.
He did not answer the Duke, except with sharp eyes full of anger. Suddenly a messenger came from the Duchy of Ujung Lempung with a letter as well. The jet-black man hesitated a little, but still read the contents of the letter.
“This letter came from Duke Lingga, the rebel.” Say him to his subordinates. “The madman invites us to join forces to bring down Palace.”
“From the five Duchies it was he who opposed the Palace, they also had to endure the plague of drought and poison.”
“Not only that, their daughter became a collision for the Dark God.”
"He's a crazy man."
The Legam-bodied Duke again clenched his palms, smashing the oversized chair. The jet-black face, sharp eyes and thick lips made all of his soldiers not dare to try to tease.
On the other hand, the condition of each Duke is not far from the jet-black Duke. Linga also sent messengers to deliver letters, which invited them to work together.
No one has agreed to Duke Lingga's request, but it doesn't matter. The four dukes had already begun to have a general picture of the political ferocity of king Prajamsara. Just waiting for more time, they will rebel.
Two days after the announcement was declared, in the center of the kingdom of Tumenang had begun to show signs of conflict, dozens of people began to dare to draw arrows towards the Palace, the palace, although until now no one has dared to release his arrow bow. Mere bluffs. But the door of the Palace never opened.
But suddenly a soldier came hurriedly to meet Senopati Mangku Anom with a deathly pale face. His breathing was wheezing, while prostrating he carried information from outside the illusionary fog.
“Prajansara has returned?” asked Mangku Anom after hearing the report from the man, his face became a little tense. “The palace has not yet collapsed, but the demon of the pedestal is back again. Our plan could fall apart.”
“Uncle, if I may know how the condition of the team Prajansara?” ask Sungsang Geni.
“They...two thousand teams no more with them,”.
“I'll face them.”
Sungsang Geni's words surprised everyone, these were the craziest words they had heard so far as this plan went. Some eyes do not blink for some time, the mouth is wide open. Meanwhile Mangku Anom did not swallow wine in his mouth, instead gushing out.
“We're not kidding young man.” Said My Lady Anom. “I can feel your inner strength is very big, but facing 2 thousand troops along with three great warriors from Negri nine.I think is an act of suicide.”.
“If no one confronts them, our plans will fall apart,” Sungsang Geni said. “Do you guys have a backup plan, I don't think there is, do you? So this is the only way that Prajamsara does not enter into this Negri again.”
“But you can..”.
“It's easy, if I manage to kill a Prajansara, our plan can still work. I'll bring the man's head.” Sungsang Geni immediately turned his face towards Telik Sandi who was still glued in place. “Uncle, how long will their troops arrive at the illusion fog door?”
“That's more than enough.” Sungsang Geni looked back at Mangku Anom. “Uncle Senopati, you said there is a faster secret way to get out of the Illusion fog, I will use that route.”
Anom Mangku no longer intended to hinder Sungsang Geni after seeing the young man's resolve. He took a deep breath, then asked a few people to prepare for the young man's journey.
“Remember you'll be alone out there, better back off if your life is really threatened!” Anom's hand reminded.
“I will come with him..” a hoarse voice sounded surprising them all.
Mangku Anom is aghast not a bitch, apparently he is Patih Tumenang, Patih Siruyu Citro. The old man was already grasping the sword with his pitch-black double eyes on display. Not only that, he was also already wearing a battle armor sign preparing to advance into the battlefield.
“Patih Siruyu Citro, is not your condition has not recovered properly?” senopati Mangku Anom.
“I've recovered, the young man has channeled a lot of energy in to treat my internal injuries.”
“But are you sure of this decision?”
“The young man is not part of Tumenang, but he is willing to face the enemy for the sake of your plan. Freeing the people from the tyranny of evil is a top priority, I will dedicate my life and strength to make it happen.”
No one disputed the words of Patih Siruyu Citro, everyone just bowed down and simultaneously paid their respects to the old man.
A while later, they came out from inside the Palace through a secret passageway and passed on a path. The shortest route to the illusory fog gate.
“Young man, I have not thanked you.” Patih Siruyu Citro smiled slightly, on his waist was a stock of wine and dry bread.
They both ran fast, with the science of lightening the body. At once Patih Siruyu Citro coughed small, indicating that his body condition had not fully recovered.
“I can feel your inner strength is unusually large, and besides you have something very strong lodged in your right arm. No problem is not we get acquainted in this way?”
Sungsang Geni smiled small, “Of course it's not a problem Uncle Patih.”
“Geni, they call you by that name. I want to know more about you.”
“Uncle Patih, save your inquiry for later after we win this fight.” Sungsang Geni smiled slightly. “Don't think of ending your life, you're still needed for Tumenang.”
Patih Siruyu Citro swallowed a bitter smile, he did not expect this foreign youth to be able to read his way of mind. Of course what Sungsang Geni said was true, if conditions did not allow him to escape, he would die carrying the head of Prajansara.
Life had to be paid for with life, the man's family was already slaughtered when Prajamsara couped the previous King. Soluble in his mind, making the man unaware that the illusory fog gate was already in sight.
Patih Siruyu Citro showed a Bathing badge on the old banyan tree, seconds after the badge was shown, the mist gradually revealed the path.
In just a few seconds, the two people had already come out of the Thumenang Country, in a vast valley filled with blackish-white mist.
The two of them continued on their way, the plan would be to head off Prajansara and his army some distance away from the illusory fog. “We arrived early, maybe you can make mines to hold them?” patih Siruyu Citro.