MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-Chapter 10 bravery and wisdom

Adonijah felt extremely wronged.

Although he knew that he was indeed a follower of the demon **** and wanted to assassinate Solomon...but he dared to swear that at least this time he really did not do it himself.

He didn't know why the Yang Zhiyan he summoned suddenly went crazy and was about to attack Solomon. He just thought about it for a long time, and the only explanation is that Solomon has already seen that he is a follower of the demon god, and deliberately launched an attack on Yang Zhiyan to trick him into attacking him...

Seeing the weird smile on Solomon's face, Adonijah stretched out his hand and pointed at Solomon without hesitation.

"—Solomon he's all right!"

Adonijah shouted loudly: "Look! Solomon is all right!"

The people around frowned upon hearing this. This kind of shirk responsibility sounds too harsh.

Adonijah himself knew that this was not good. But he has nowhere to go... If everyone saw the weird and secretive smile on Solomon's face, maybe they would have some doubts about Solomon instead.

This is the only hope of a comeback.

It would definitely not work to follow that old Zadok back to his father... However, to kill all these people, it is not enough to rely on himself and Joab alone. Joab's loyalty to himself was not to this extent.

But unfortunately, the moment Adonijah spoke, the expression on Solomon's face changed instantly.

His weird and mocking smile before immediately turned into a look of painful struggle. The expression changed so quickly that Adonija even thought that what she saw before was a hallucination...

"...Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Solomon gasped heavily and shouted loudly.

His voice was weak—a real weakness. The severe pain still lingering in his left hand made him really unable to lift his strength. He felt that his neck and shoulders were tense and painful, the blood vessels on his forehead were throbbing, and his eyes began to blur.

But he didn't continue to lie on the ground pretending to be dead.

The pain of being burned by the fire and the fear of being almost strangled by the assassin were all attributed to Adonijah by Solomon. Intense anger burned in his heart, making his body barely able to move. He used his right arm to prop up his body from the ground.

The wind blew on his left arm, the pain like sprinkling salt made him clenched his teeth, and the expression on his face finally became a little ferocious unbearably.

"His Royal Highness Solomon! Great, you are fine!"

Seeing that Solomon regained the strength to stand up, Benaiah couldn't help being overjoyed and shouted loudly: "I've attracted its attention! You run away!"

"Yes, rewind, Solomon! It's going to explode!"

Priest Sadhu also heard the reputation, and shouted to the young prince with an old voice: "Back back! Back up five steps...no, more than ten steps!"

But Solomon did not respond to their words.

He just took two steps back, squatting on the ground, stepping on the hem of his robe and straightening it while the others watched. Then he pulled out his own sword from his waist, cut off the dark red cloth, and wrapped it tightly around his scorched left arm enduring the severe pain.

—Of course he knows how dangerous it is. In this pre-antibiotic age, mishandled burns of this magnitude are 100% likely to become infected. Amputation is the only life-saving method.

But Solomon had no choice. While half of his mind was filled with pain and anger, the other half was quickly testing his plans. But at least he still has a minimum of reason - Abigail's healing ability must not be put on the bright side.

Whether it's based on the protection of Abigail, the fear of the priest, or the reservation of his cards. He burned his arm like this so that other people could see it clearly and gain sympathy. But after the matter is over, they must be made to underestimate the severity of the injury

"Thank you Abigail."

Solomon whispered gratefully, "Fortunately, there is Abigail."

She is the confidence that Solomon dared to play tricks on himself.

He moved his red-bound hands, and felt that the movement was a little easier.

"Adonijah..."

Solomon gritted his teeth, and whispered in his throat in a voice that only he could understand: "Look, this is the chance you gave me..."

This was not part of his plan. This is his revenge for Adonijah's action of dragging him into the water at the expense of his reputation;

So Solomon took a deep breath, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand, attracting the attention of the people around him.

"Lord! Bless me!"

Solomon raised his voice to the sky: "Protect me from my enemies! Protect me from murderers!"

Everyone was shocked.

"What are you doing, Solomon! It's going to explode!"

"Stand back, Your Highness Solomon!"

Priest Zadok and Benaiah shouted loudly. Adonijah slowed down by half a beat, and shouted along with the others: "Be careful, Solomon!"

And the anger in Solomon's heart was already burning to the limit.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Solomon roared and growled—the rage and murderous intent were so genuine that his rage felt all the more real.

Feet slumped, fists crunched and clenched.

The sword in his right hand resembled the fangs of a lion.

He leaned forward, stumbling towards the flame he summoned.

Benaya was shocked when he saw this. He didn't have time to go around to the back and kick Solomon out, so he could only attack the enemy continuously like a gust of wind, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Your Highness, cut off the firewood inside his body!"

The half-human Flame seemed to be enraged by his attack, roaring and swinging his hammer-like fists, launching an almost crazy attack towards him.

once, twice

The sudden increase in attack several times made Binaya's pressure suddenly increase.

The third blow of the hammer fell, and finally he couldn't split all the flames. The splashing flames landed on the back of his hand, causing him to cry out in pain, and the long sword in his hand couldn't help being thrown out.

But just as the next punch was about to kill Binaya, the movement of the flame suddenly stopped in mid-air.

— stop attacking.

Solomon's voice sounded in its heart.

— Expose weaknesses backwards.

The second order came shortly after.

The firewood-shaped core that was constantly flowing rapidly in the flames immediately flowed behind him, and even slightly surfaced.

Without hesitation, Solomon cut off the long sword in his hand and split it in two!

As he swung his long sword down, the flame roared unwillingly, the sound became more distorted and subtle, and his body began to disintegrate from back to front.

In less than a second, its whole body turned into ordinary flames, fell to the ground and shattered.

Behind it, Solomon, whose face was pale due to pain, panted violently, and put the blunted sword in his hand on the ground.

In the silent atmosphere, Solomon took a deep breath and laughed loudly, raised his left hand wrapped in red cloth, and shouted loudly: "The Lord has said - Israel will act bravely!"

He shouted: "God bless the brave! God bless Israel!"

After a short period of silence, unprecedented joy and screams erupted from the crowd.

"God bless the brave! God bless Israel!"

"God bless Solomon! God bless Israel!"

Everyone was ecstatic, raising their arms and shouting.

The priest Zadu in the distance also breathed a sigh of relief, with the corners of his mouth raised.

As an elder and a priest...of course he would not simply attribute Solomon's victory to God's protection.

That should be because Benaya attracted attention, and Solomon who walked around behind had a chance to kill the Yang Zhiyan. Everything is very reasonable.

But even so, Priest Sadhu didn't say much without looking at the atmosphere. Instead, he shouted loudly with the crowd: "God bless Solomon! God bless Israel!"

Adonija on the side looked ugly. He glanced at the people around him, turned and left without saying a word. Marshal Joab looked at Solomon, then at Adonijah, hesitated for a long time, followed Adonijah, and left quietly amidst the cheers of the crowd.

At this time, Noam and Abigail had just driven over from the carriage far away from the camp.

"Your Highness! Your Highness Solomon!"

Norm looked at Solomon nervously: "Are you okay!"

"…grown ups?"

Blind Abigail also nervously grabbed Solomon's clothes corner, staring straight at Solomon's left hand wrapped in cloth: "You were seriously injured..."

"I'm fine, Norm. And, thank you, Abigail."

Solomon smiled gently at the father and daughter, touched Abigail's head, and said softly, "There is no rush. I want to receive treatment from the priest first... I will come to you later."

"...Yes, my lord."

Abigail lowered her head like a cat, and responded softly with a waxy voice.

"Sorry for disturbing everyone."

Solomon raised his head and said loudly to the people around him: "I thank you for coming to save me. You are an act of courage! I especially want to thank Benaiah—because he really saved my life!"

Hearing this, Priest Sadhu nodded in satisfaction. His old face was smiling like a crumpled flower.

"You looked at me killing that demon, thinking that I was charging with blood. You must not think so—I act in blood, but I don't fight in blood."

Solomon said to them solemnly: "I warn you: the willingness to not admit defeat is good, and the willingness not to be humiliated is also good! But if you hit your throat with a knife and your head with a hard stone, that is in the flesh. Fighting is the work of fools."

"I don't ask you to announce me to the people of Israel. But if you want to announce me, you must mention the following words to them-"

"Well said! Well said!"

Priest Zadok clapped his hands and shook his beard and laughed.

He looked at Solomon, and his cloudy eyes instantly brightened: "Solomon, you are really a wise man! Not only are you well-organized, but you also have great wisdom in your words!"

After he praised Solomon, he shouted to the people around him: "Warriors of Israel, you must remember His Royal Highness Solomon's wise words! Israel will act bravely, but must not act foolishly or be foolish!"

"I will go back and speak to King David. I will engrave these words of His Majesty Solomon on a stone tablet and send them into the temple! I will say this to all the children of Israel, and I will warn all the warriors—"

The more Priest Zadok looked at Solomon, the happier he became.

Adonijah?

Sadhu sneered, shook his head and said nothing.