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The first thing Bart asked to the guards posted at the walls were
"Where is The Head?"

"Who the fuck are you?" The guard asked. He was standing beside the door with his head only visible through the small hole.

"I am from Dresbo. We are here to be guards. We were invited."

"Show me the letter."

Bart put his hand inside the pocket and handed him a letter. It was a letter which was signed by The Head Guard whose sign Fulod knew exactly. The guard closed the window and opened the door. The six of them walked inside and into the country. It was the backside of the Keep so it was empty there. No one was present there except the guards. By this time the 200 commandos were inside the pubs with women by their sides.

"So,when will we meet the Head?"

"Theres no meeting the fucking Head and all that shit. Your place is by the Kings door. That fucking letter is all its needed. Get your uniforms. Bahrad will come with you."

Bahrad was a boy. He was maybe 30 years old like the brothers. But he had no beard or mustache. He walked in front of them to the counter where all their uniforms had been kept. When they were alone,Bart took out his sword and cut his throat. The blood kept gushing out until the whole floor was filled with blood. They picked up the body and rolled it down to the waste area. They picked up their uniforms and went to the Kings Area.

P U B " F U C K E R S A L L E Y "
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The commandos all had the people looking at them in a weird way. They were big muscled people. It was a possible explanation that they were mercenaries. But one man followed the third group of the Commandos to their room and peered through their holes.

"Hey Vladmir,you know those men?"

"No. But i know those fucking sword signs. They are from Dresbo."

"Dresbo? The Dresban Sign is only given to their commandos and soldiers,bitch. They said that they were mercenaries."

"They are lying. Ive been to Dresbo. The fucking sign of the Adders. The Lion and The Maid."

"Let me see them,Vladmir. I dont believe that they are fucking spies. They are soldiers. "

"No. They aint soldiers,Guron. They are Commandos. Fucking commandos."

T H E K I N G S C H A M B E R
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"Fucking Bitches. Vladmir says that there are Dresban Commandos in here. "Oul was seated in the High Throne. He was sipping ale from the cup while reading the letter Vladmir had sent him. The Minister was there with him.

"Why would there be Dresban Commandos,here my lord?" Trojan asked.

Bart and Adden were up front of the kings door. They were suited up from the face to the the foot. They were completely mailed up. Soon it was time for the next soldiers for guarding the door. Bart and Adden went away from the door. Soon they were joined by Fulod,Bols and Jacky. Trant was situated on the far end of the watchtower as a guard.

"Whats happening,Bart?"

"Some fucking spy caught our commandos. They say he saw the sword sign. Fuck. Oul will be more cautious now. "

"Weve got one more problem."Fulod said while getting his weed out. "The Guard at the Kings Door in the night will be my brother"

"FUCK!!!"Bart threw his helm on the floor in frustration."Fucking Sakes we must take the risk. Lets go."

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Nighr had arrived. Most people were asleep in Ylen. Fulod slowly walked down the stairs to the Head Commanders Office. The door was open. He opened the door. His brother Brulod was a big man. He stood to his back to the door. He was wearing no mail.

"Brother." Fulod called down softly.. Brulod turned his slowly. His face was full of scars and bruises from the war of Bladria.

"Fulod. Why in fucking sakes are you here?"

Brulod walked past his brother and closed the door.

"The Adders are going to invade this country. Now."

Brulod looked like a dead man. Pale.

"Let me go now. I must save the King."

"Give me  a hug now,Brother.

Brulod smiled and wrapped his hands around his brother. Before he could get his hands out,the sword was in his neck. The vein had already been cut. Brulod covered his hand around the wound and slowly collapsed to the ground. Soon his whole body stopped shaking and everything became sudden. The sword in Fulod's hand fell down creating a vibration all over the ground. Fulod fell down on the ground,his knees covered with blood. Tears fell from his eyes. He stood up and took the sword and put it back on the sheath. He wiped the tears of his eyes and kissed his brother on the forehead. He took the key to the kings room and walked back.

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