The Hun God Swords - Angel of hope

Untitled Part 138

Bleda turned the metal shovel in his hand. That didn't seem difficult. It wasn't even thick. He was so immersed in his study of the metal sheet he was wearing, he didn't even notice as one of the outcasts looked changing. His eyes turned black, its white part disappeared, his features began to distort.

- What did you do? The question came from his outcast mouth. He felt a strong sting in Bleda's mind, then suddenly realized Gorda had arrived.

- Only...

- You power-hungry dog. You are not a wolf, but a dog. Gorda tried to stay serious as he watched the helplessness and fear on the king's face. Bleda almost knocked the metal shovel out of her hand, trembling. - Be careful not to hurt him !! Gorda finally gave the order, saying goodbye. - Put the roses together, take them to a guarded place. I'm going home. We will discuss the rest in person. If a single piece is lost, you will wish for your death instead of your torments.

And with that, the expelled fell to the ground. Bleda began to hurry in fear, then tried to settle her thoughts.

- Take these two out. Don't yell here. I can't think. The outcasts immediately tried to free those who were still moaning in pain. During Bled, he turned to the others:

- Gather the metal sheets. Take it to Gorda's treasury. Don't lose a single piece.

The outcasts obeyed with their heads bowed. They felt the power of Bleda begin to return. Maybe stronger than before. The king also has that feeling. It was as if something had changed in him by touching the book.

Now that Gorda isn't here, it's like he's getting stronger. It was as if Krall had dominated his consciousness until now, and now he would begin to fill the empty space in himself with the departure of the ousted high priest.

Bleda closed her eyes and began to see in front of her the forests, the mountains, the waters, and the animals she had known so far. He took a deep breath and waved his mind to rest.

"Later Bleda, then later ..." came the mind of an unknown, hitherto unheard voice. It was as if he had heard his own voice. "First the book, and the rogues, remember the rovas." With that, the sound disappeared

Suddenly his grandfather came to mind. What would He do? What would my grandfather do? S Bleda suddenly calmed down. In his mind, he was in the throne room again, so he made his way. His royal duties began to roar in his head.

His younger brother will be home soon. You need to be prepared to receive it. The King of the Huns prepares to receive his brother who has become warlord.