And in an instant.
The news of the "fall" of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh swept across the entire continent like a huge sandstorm in the desert.
Cairo, the capital of Egypt.
As night fell, torchlight flickered in the streets.
A messenger stumbled into the bustling market place, panting and gasping for breath, and shouted in pain in a pathetic voice.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh...Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh was assassinated by the Hebrew Empire assassin!"
The bustling market suddenly became quiet, as if frozen in time.
The man knelt on the ground, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes.
At the same time, more and more soldiers came to convey the news.
So much so that even Kamul pretended to be sad and cried loudly.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh! Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
“Ah…Ah!”
He then pretended to fall to the ground due to excessive grief, looking completely unconscious.
And the people who had frowned upon hearing this just now slowly widened their eyes.
A woman selling bread lost her basket and the bread rolled to the ground.
She trembled, and her voice immediately became sharp: "Impossible! He is our sun, he is... He is the Holy Pharaoh who can summon the great god Ra!"
"How could he fall?"
"No! Impossible! Impossible!"
"You guys! You're talking nonsense!"
The blacksmith next to him put down his hammer.
His originally kind face immediately twisted.
But in just a few seconds, he turned into a wild beast, roaring loudly.
“Hebrews…Hebrews!”
"The Hebrews! Those blasphemous barbarians!"
"How dare they! How dare they do such despicable things again!"
"I! I want to avenge His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
His voice ignited the crowd, and cries and curses surged like a tide.
"Revenge for His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"Revenge! Revenge!"
"How dare the enemy assassinate our great and merciful king!"
"Even if it means the death of my entire family, I will make the Hebrews pay with blood!"
The originally bustling market immediately changed its appearance. People rushed into the palace and expressed their strong desire for revenge to the soldiers and clerks, as well as the generals and civil officials.
In front of the temple, the chief priest knelt before the statue of the sun god Ra and tore open his robe.
"God Ra, why didn't you protect your master? Why did you let your great master fall?"
"God Ra! God Ra!"
"Where will our Holy Egypt go from now on?"
"Please revive our Holy Pharaoh! Please bring his soul back from the underworld!"
"We are willing to exchange the lives of all the priests for the soul of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
"soul."
The priest's head drooped, and in just a few minutes, a large amount of his hair fell out.
Obviously, the news of the "fall" of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh had a great impact on them.
The young priest was trembling with fear. He could hardly recognize the person in front of him.
"Teacher, without His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, what should we do?"
The old priest was silent, his eyes filled with withered despair.
In the nobles' meeting hall, the generals and ministers looked pale.
Kamul had woken up by now, but he looked different.
It was not grief, but unusual ferocity.
"The Hebrews are trying to start an all-out war!"
"Their military strength was severely damaged by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, so they resorted to such a despicable strategy!"
"Our great and kind Holy Pharaoh has repeatedly forgiven the enemy's despicable behavior, which led to the disastrous consequences today!"
"We must mobilize all our national strength! Declare war on the Hebrew Empire!"
As soon as Kamul's voice came out, the emotions and opinions of all the generals and civil officials were surprisingly consistent.
You know, there will always be different voices and opinions here.
Whenever there is an important decision, everyone will discuss it together and vote to make the final decision.
But now, the situation is completely different.
Not only was there no voice of opposition, but people's emotions and reactions were even more intense than Kamul's.
"Gather all the troops! We must make the Hebrew Empire pay with blood! Grand Vizier!"
"That is our loving Holy Pharaoh! Without Holy Pharaoh, we wouldn't be where we are today!"
"We must make the Hebrews pay! They must be completely wiped out from this continent!"
"Even if it costs our lives and the fate of our country, we don't care!"
"The Hebrew Empire must pay with blood!"
Amid the excited voices of the crowd, Kamul lowered his head again.
Unlike the fierce look just now, his expression was now full of sadness.
"But without the Holy Pharaoh, who can lead us?"
As soon as Kamul's voice came out, the room immediately became quiet again.
The generals gritted their teeth and turned away so that no one could see their tears.
The civil officials lifted their robes and wiped away their tears and snot without caring about their image.
And in the early hours of the night, in the "Red Sea Sand City", in the city of Atlantis.
King Arthas was furious.
"How dare they?!"
Arthas was so angry that blood spurted out of the corner of his mouth.
"King Arthas! You can't fall!"
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