The Hidden Myth Of Ji Dara Chapter 136
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It showed just how bad Dara's condition was when they brought him in, and one can only imagine how they would feel when Elder Long or the Obun Elders reveal that a bomb actually went off at him from point blank range…
Meanwhile….
Several Miles away from the Ji Tribe…
A carriage was currently speeding towards the Royal Court as the guards at the main gate began to hear not only the sound of galloping beasts, but also human footsteps;
Instantly, they abruptly took to their positions, readied their mind and look towards the source of the noise, preparing for battle…
Whatever was invading the Royal Court, they were ready to fight it to their deaths…
"Captain, what is it?"
One of the soldiers on top of the wall asked his superior who was a bald headed man with a crisscrossed scar at that bald point which would make one to believe that it is the scar that caused the lack of hair on the man's head;
"I don't know but it is coming from the jungle up ahead, and it seems like we might be having a beast horde in our hands…"
"Beast horde?"
"But we have never had that in our time… I have only seen it once in our history books, but that was a long time ago…"
"Well, how am I supposed to know, it's not like we were given a special training for it… But we will just treat it like we are having an invasion from enemies…"
The scar head captain blurted at his vice as they drew their sword and prepares themselves mentally for a fierce battle, but all of a sudden;
"Pen-, –ee gades!"
"Unh!?"
"Did you hear that?" The Vice Captain abruptly blurted at his captain who squeezed his face and strained his hears in a bid to hear whatever it was the vice was asking him;
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"Hear what!?" He asked;
"Pune -ee -gades!?" A somewhat distant voice floated over as the captain frowned;
"Pun the gades!?" He asked his vice whose eyes widened into extreme shock;
"Open the gates!" He bellowed as he ran towards the gates to push it open;
"Ah- Vice Mo, are you out of your mind!"
The captain blanched in shock as he tried to grab onto his Vice Captain who for some strange reasons wants to open the gates just when the rushing roar of invading footsteps was being heard;
But before he could grab his assistant, the yell came again;
"Open The Gates!"
"Oh? Who is that idiot giving us orders from outside the- Un?"
"Isn't that the Royal Carriage!?" The Captain was stunned when Royal Carriage finally spilled out of the jungle in the distance;
"Open the gates!"
He heard again, clearly this time as he realized that not only was it a Royal Carriage; it was actually the King's Carriage!
"Open the gates! Open the gates!"
The Captain yelled to the sky in quick succession as all the soldiers in the area, rushed down the wall to the gate before helping Vice Captain Mo to push open the massive iron gates;
Jia!
Galloping! Galloping! Galloping!
The sound of the galloping mounts pulling the King's carriage kept increasing until it enter through the gates and without as much as a greeting bolted towards the main mansion…
The soldiers guarding the Royal Court's gates were all stunned when they saw the way the carriage sped past them as well as the panic that was on the face of the Royal Guard driving it…
Then a handful of Royal Guards who were bleeding from different parts of their body managed to drag themselves through the gates of the Royal Court which slammed behind them, before they then gave a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground;
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Bam! Dam! Gam!
They were utterly exhausted as their adrenaline finally wore out and they began to feel all the pains in all the wounds in their bodies;
"Get us to the Healers!"
The Royal Guards pleaded as they were utterly exhausted from running nonstop whilst being injured for the past three hours in the fear that they were being tailed...
The guards at the gate instantly took the injured guard towards the Royal Court Clinic…
Along the way to the clinic, they found no form of obstruction or hindrance since the entire road was devoid of any humans, but probably because they were just too worried about their injuries or the intense battle they just had, no one truly paid any attention whatsoever to the fact that the Royal Court were devoid of people or why all the gates of all the houses on either sides of them had their doors and windows locked, but they kept moving on into the clinic…
Meanwhile…
Within the Left Grand Elder's Mansion… In here were about a dozen elders gathered together around a young boy who had the plaque on the Left Grand Elder in hand; One of the Elders looked to everyone in the room before looking towards the young boy with a placid expression;
"Alright, we are all here… So what is the message that the Left Grand Elder have for us?" The Elder asked;
"His last words; Destroy the formation… Kill them all… They are injured… The three intruders…" The boy answered;
"What?"
"What formation?"
"Who are we killing?"
"Who is injured?" Several Elders began to whisper amongst themselves as they neither knew what the Left Grand Elder was trying to convey;
"Elder Tun, what do you think Left is trying to say?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"He might as well be the only one who could translate it…"
"That would be impossible, didn't you hear the id say those were his last words?"
"No wonder it sounds like a puzzle; after all, whenever one was dying and has a lot to say, they would simply summarize everything into a few words and expect everyone else to figure it out…"
Other Elders were busy passing words to one another and failed to notice the three other Elders who were quiet in thought, and about a few minutes later, one of these three Elder's moved over to the other two and asked in a low tone;
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