Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 51: Meteorist

In the ear.

The endless noise, the sky full of uproar, the crowd broke out with unknown roars and shouts.

In front of him.

The adult showed a warm smile, grabbed his shoulders, leaned on his body tremblingly, stretched his head to his ear, and whispered softly:

"Good job, don't worry."

Good job...

Don't worry...

In the deep darkness, he woke up suddenly from his nightmare.

The wound on his body seemed to come to life instantly, and at the same time an unbearable pain broke out.

He twisted his face, pressed the painful cry into his throat, firstly shifting his attention to perceiving everything around him.

The sound of the wind and snow whistling in the ears, a foul smell hits the nose and mouth, and a few low noises of livestock came a few steps away.

He raised his trembling left hand with difficulty, and, without accident, touched an old rough brick wall with bumps.

The power of ending surges.

In the darkness where he can't see his fingers, the surrounding environment gradually appeared in his perception.

This is the place where he fled after dragging his badly injured body to the Brotherhood’s eyeliner-an ordinary cattle pen in the North Country, with a simple but thick thatched roof and rough walls on one side Handmade fence, and muddy ground mixed with water, snow, urine, mud, and his own blood.

Security.

The blood magician is not nearby.

Only then did he let out a deep moan of pain.

Two puncture injuries, six lacerations, two bone cracks, abrasions, bruises, and muscle strains are countless.

Clearly a girl with a good-looking smile—he thought of the blood magician, showing a wry smile—why is he so grumpy.

It’s just that I want to poke a hole in your true body with the legendary anti-devil weapon.

Thinking of this, he touched the two weapons beside him.

Lancer—he sighed in agony: You've been miserable again.

Not far away, a group of two big and six small thick-haired pigs gathered together nervously, keeping each other warm while trying their best to stay away from the new arrivals. A black dog stood outside the fence, bravely guarding the periphery of his territory. , Issued a low warning sound to him.

The snow falling outside the house gradually subsided, and his perception extended beyond the circle, touching another wooden house with a thatched roof. Inside, there were four sleeping breaths, two of which were relatively calm, and two were young and restless. Next door is a stable, and inside are two slightly different thick breaths-it should be two strong horses unique to the North.

He smiled in the dark, remembering the scenes of staying overnight in people from different countries during the toiled days.

Obviously, this is an ordinary family of four from the North. One of the two horses should be a farming horse, and the other should be a riding horse shared between service and hunting. It should be rented from the lord. Look here In the bad surroundings, it is estimated that those pigs are not their own, but are specially raised for the lord’s table. God knows, how do those pigs that seem to be sparsely raised in this weather survive? After all, there is not a completely different meticulous animal husbandry method like the South.

I remember a long time ago, she—that dirty girl also told herself that she wanted to come to the north to see.

Look at how the Northlanders survived in such cold weather.

"Don't know if they raise piglets?" She looked at herself with curious eyes.

But at that time, I just lowered my head and wiped the blades on my legs.

Do Northlanders raise pigs? Now there is an answer.

I have to write this down... I can tell her together later.

Just now...

The next moment, the man faded all the smiles on his face.

Lying on the ground, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the power of termination rushed in, leaking from every pore, prompting the wounds throughout his body to further close, repair and heal.

However, this process was full of a more terrifying pain, a more unbearable Dodge itch.

Just like his struggles countless times in the past.

But the man was just trembling and cold sweat, his mouth curled slightly, showing a bitter smile.

Not bad.

At least, don't have to endure Ramon's constant chatter and cynicism when he is treating him... The boring nagging of the Doctor with Big Nose is almost as lethal as a magician.

The power of termination rushed to all his wounds like a wave, forcing his nerves, his muscles, and his bones to accelerate recovery, self-healing, and reorganization.

The turbulent pain and shock made him just close his eyes in trembling, and he kept sweating.

After a long while, he finally stopped shaking, and limp on the ground.

He gritted his teeth and let out a sigh of relief.

How long have you not suffered such a serious injury?

He tried to roll over, rubbing his nose and mouth against the filthy ground.

It's filthy...Is it.

In the darkness, he chuckles.

The filthy me...

Now I don't have the qualifications anymore, go and anger her.

That dirty girl.

The man pressed the dirty ground, got up weakly, and felt his physical condition.

Need some food supplements, preferably meat.

He looked in the direction of the pigs.

Mr. Thick Haired Pig's family felt the man's killing intent in animal instincts, and they shivered and whimpered.

At the same time, the four breaths of this northerner's sleep sounded in the man's ears again.

These pigs are one of their few sources of livelihood.

He sighed.

The man smiled at the shivering Mr. Pig's family, a smile they must neither see nor understand.

Then he grabbed the two weapons in his hand and turned out the stable.

He remembered that the extreme cold was approaching.

Fortunately, this is the Northland.

Thanks to the Lord of the Mountains.

Thank you for your gift.

And I will remember your generosity.

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"Gunshield! Form the first interception line on the gentle **** ahead! Let them slow down anyway!" Cambida looked at the attacking cavalry with a solemn expression and ordered.

The black sand-collared Exeter infantrymen, under his command, did not hesitate to pick up the large iron shield unique to the North, and trot to the front of the camp to form a line of defense.

"Heavy infantry, one minute, must be ready to keep up with the line of defense! Two-handed epee soldier in front, aiming at the horse's leg, heavy armored sword and axe behind, as long as it falls from the horse, whether it will move or not, Give me an axe!"

"Phil!" Cambida turned his head and shouted at the shooters on the side of the camp: "Get your people ready, the enemy appears too suddenly, there is no time to shoot!"

As his voice fell, a short Exter soldier slammed his throat and ordered two rows of archers on the side of the camp: "Take arrows and draw the bow, prepare for a volley!"

"The cavalry mounts, looking for a chance to attack on the side!"

"Shoot a signal arrow, and at the same time send a light cavalry messenger to the camp at the back, so that the rear guard can quickly reinforce!"

In contrast, the stellar team, under the heavy encirclement of the black sand-led army, seemed much quieter.

[The weather is bad, the wind is strong, it is difficult to control]

This is Rolf's sign language, and Wiya's brows are greeted again without accident.

"I knew it was going to fight again..." Ramon gritted his teeth, chattering in his ear: "There must be nothing good to follow you... You are a prince, and a cheese that specializes in attracting flies, and I'm really just an ordinary doctor..."

He shrinks as far as possible to the rear, away from Thales, but will not escape the protection of the team.

The cunning doctor—Wya Casso pressed the hilt tightly while watching him coldly, and snorted dissatisfiedly.

Tyles ignored the doctor, his face stiffened, and he looked at the cavalry who copied the bread with a complicated mood.

It's not that he was too insensitive to threats, but that he experienced so many inexplicable threats since he left Yongxing City and went northward, so that when he encountered a similar situation again, his first reaction was no longer shocked and nervous. , But let out a long sigh:

What is it this time?

Can't he let him reach Longxiao City in peace?

But—Tyles forced himself to think about something logical—Black Sand led an army of more than two thousand men, guarding guards and rushing carefully along the way, why would he be unaware of these uninvited guests?

Putila said that the people on the opposite side are all elite, but the escorts around him are all elite soldiers and powerful generals of the black sand collar, so you shouldn't worry too much... right.

Until the group of gray-clothed and masked light-armored cavalry, a familiar voice came from afar.

"Soldiers, put down your guard!"

It’s Tuleha.

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief.

The black sand collared fire-burning knight who set out to investigate, one of Exter’s five generals, the figure of Lord Tuleha appeared from the cavalry on the opposite side, and stopped by the outermost campfire: "This is Nunn Your Majesty’s personal guards are the troops he sent to welcome the Star Prince’s Mission!"

"Old friend, it’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that these days, it’s always right to be more cautious." Viscount Cambeda drew out the sword from his waist and walked to the front row of the camp under the **** of a group of soldiers:" Does anyone from the king prove it?"

Cambeda pressed the unspoken sentence in her heart.

Even Heisha's subordinates may have rapes, right?

The gray-robed cavalry stopped in front of the camp.

Tels couldn't help noticing that their mounts stopped roughly when they faced the cavalry, appearing quiet and steady, and they didn't even hear a few neighs. These cavalrymen lined up and stood neatly a stone's throw from the camp, showing superior mobility and discipline.

Elite, right?

A brown-haired, masked man with a white cloak rode out of the cavalry, Tuleha followed behind him and rode all the way into the black sand collar camp.

"Well, I saw these people when I was traveling," Putila saw the figures of these elite cavalry clearly, and the assistant envoy beside Thales took a deep breath: "From their costumes Look, it is indeed Exter’s King’s Guard."

Thyls rolled his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it shouldn't be an enemy...not for now.

Beside him, the attendant Huaiya, who was born in the End Tower, was obviously startled.

"You mean, the White Blade Guard?" Wiya whispered:

"Compared to the elite of the Royal Guards of the Stars, known as the Dragon's Guards...the White Blade Guards?"

The White Blade Guard.

The king's guard, the dragon's guard.

Thyls took this information to heart and carefully observed the development of the situation.

The masked man rode up in front of Cambida, first glanced at the most trusted counselor of the Grand Duke of Black Sand, then sharply looked in the direction of the stars, stopping on their double star flags. After a moment, he turned his head.

"As the captain of His Majesty Nunn's guard-I should be the king's person?"

The man in the cloak pulled up the turban, revealing a pale, sharp face.

An unidentified weapon is inserted behind him, with a white handle sticking out of the same snow-white cloak.

"Nicolae...it's you." Cambida saw the opponent's face clearly, and his face became difficult to look.

The pale-faced man in the cloak snorted coldly. He dismounted neatly in front of Cambida, and threw a scroll printed with fire paint into Cambida’s arms: "I will bring the Blade Guard to welcome the stars. The prince...if you have any questions, just look at the king's warrant."

Cambeda frowned and tore open the paint seal.

"I met them during the investigation-the Blade Guard," the burning knight behind the man in the cloak, Lord Tuleha immediately dismounted, his face tense and said: "It seems that Your Majesty Nunn... does take it seriously. This time the Star Mission."

After reading the warrant, Cambida sighed. He retracted the scabbard of the sword in his hand, and at the same time gave an order to the army led by the black sand:

"Alert out!"

"Let them in!"

Masked cavalry with gray cloaks-the blade guards rode into their camp without anyone else. Although their faces were hidden under the veil, their eyes were sharp and fierce, staring at the camp. Everyone here, whether it is the Exter from the black sand collar, or the star person in the middle of the camp.

"Move an army of nearly two thousand people to protect this prince." The man in the white cloak walked towards the direction of the star mission. He looked at the surrounding camps and snorted, "Rumba is really a generous grand prince. ."

Listening to the irony in his tone, Cambeda and Tulha frowned.

"This is for the safety of the prince, at least until he meets His Majesty Nunn safely," Cambida replied calmly: "We believe...someone in Exter wants the prince's life. "

"According to the news we received, your black sand collar surrounded and intercepted in front of the fortress, and shot with a magic gun..." The man tightened his cloak tightly: "Yes, it seems to be true I really want his life."

Cambeda is speechless for a while.

"We will take over here," the white mantle said unceremoniously: "As for your black sand collar mission, it's over...Go back to where you should be-bring thousands of people into other lords This is not a good idea, especially the extreme cold is coming soon."

"Rumba's ambition ends here... Your Majesty will find him to settle the accounts."

"The order the Grand Duke gave us," Tulha replied coldly: "It is to protect the prince until Longxiao City...Even if he voluntarily follows you, we must follow Longxiao City."

"Whatever you want, just follow you, the movement and supply of two thousand people-anyway, it is not my money that is wasted." The man knocked on the white handle behind him, and said without paying any attention: "Next time, Tulha, we will try again."

Tulha snorted dissatisfiedly, and unconsciously pressed the saber at his waist.

The man in the white cloak chuckled and continued to walk towards Thales.

"On the order of His Majesty Nunn Walton, the great co-existing king of the Kingdom of Exeter, the successor of the hero Nicaru," surrounded by his subordinates, the man in the white cloak ignored For the rest of the people, he walked straight to Thales and looked down at the only seven-year-old boy in the barracks. His pale face also lacked a smile:

"Are you Thales Canstar?"

Putilai's face changed.

He felt the bad tone in the other party's tone.

Thyls also noticed the coldness in the opponent's eyes.

He frowned slowly.

Something is wrong.

But Thales finally took a deep breath and showed a formulaic smile.

Putillae frowned. He looked at Cambeda and Tuleha, who were not looking good but did not say a word. He cleared his throat and faced the ill-faced White Blade Guards. Said: "This is Thales Canxing, the second prince of the Star Kingdom, from His Majesty Feng Kessel..."

But Putilai was unceremoniously interrupted by the man in the white cloak before he could finish.

"My name is Nicolai, the commander of the White Blade Guard." The man named Nicolai shook his head expressionlessly and bowed his head to Thales:

"A long time ago, people often said that the blood of the imperial royal family came from the gods, so it was brilliant gold. When it came out, it would even sparkle under the sun—so, is your blood golden too? Shine?"

Nicolai.

Putila and Wiyaa seem to have heard the name.

He and the attendant both looked at each other in shock.

And Thales was chewing on Nicolai's words, a little unclear.

Golden blood?

What is it?

"I don't know," Thales narrowed his smile. "After all, I didn't bleed much."

"Or, you, the guard of King Nunn, want to see me bleeding?"

The second prince resisted the other party's words without flinching.

That's strange.

"Hmph," Nicolai gave a chuckle, and his face immediately returned to coldness: "I also know a star, you are so far apart from him."

Putila took a deep breath.

Wiyaa silently stood a step closer to Thales, gritted his teeth and stared at Nicolai.

Thyls turned his head to look at Putila's reaction, filled with doubts...and vigilance.

Who is this man?

And... Thales thought about what he said, slightly startled.

Too far?

What does this mean.

"Candy Star?"

The second prince frowned. He looked at Nicolai's attire, and remembered his identity as the king's guard, and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, what are you talking about... Midil Star? My uncle?"

"No, I'm talking about the Sword of Light," Nicolai squinted his eyes, stretched out his left hand, and nodded his right shoulder. His face became even more pale: "Twelve years ago, he came on my shoulder. With a sword... I almost cut off my shoulder blade."

Tyles' face changed.

In another **** year, the person who witnessed the battlefield between the stars and Exeter.

It seems that he has suffered a lot from Horace Canxing's men.

His left light swept across Cambida and Tulha, and then swept over the surrounding Exeters.

From attacking the supply line, assaulting the front of the three Archduke Exeter, stabbing Tuleha, taking away the bow, and finally, his soldiers even killed the former Duke Black Sand.

The grievances between Horace and Exeter seem to be a bit too colorful.

"Sword of Light Tracing" Horace Canxing-his second uncle, how many similar "legacy" did he leave to him in Exter?

Thyls had to cough slightly, maintaining a constant smile, and nodding: "I'm sorry."

Putila frowned tightly on one side, and Thales also noticed that Tuleha breathed out softly behind Nikolai.

"No, there is nothing to regret." Nicolai said flatly: "Anyway, I am even with him."

Putila gritted his teeth and cast a sharp look at the man in front of him.

This man... Do you want to mention this the first time you meet?

Are you prepared to act as a deterrent?

Thyls, who was unknown, moved in his heart.

"Evened?" He said cautiously: "What do you mean?"

Putilla sighed--this made Thales feel extremely ominous.

"Ah," Nicolai's eyes were filled with a frightening glow:

"I killed him-right on the battlefield at Lyman Pass."

Thyls' expression froze at this moment.

It's terrible.

He secretly said to himself.

"So we are even-Horace and I."

Nicolai’s pale face showed a slightly smiling expression. He raised his right hand and touched his left chest:

"It's like this, a stab, a twist, and then pull it out diagonally..."

"You should see his face before he died..."

Tyles frowned and started looking at the commander of the Blade Guard again.

The people who killed Horace.

The enemy of the star royal family.

"Final proof..."

Nicolai narrowed his eyes and exhaled gently:

"Even if it is the Canstar royal family, even the former imperial royal family, their blood is not golden... and when it comes out..."

Nicolai grits licked the corners of his mouth, a cold smile appeared, looking down at Thales, and slowly said:

"All are bright red."

Tyles stared at the pale man ugly.

The unabashedly aggressive gaze made him feel uncomfortable.

But now, his best expression as a star prince—it should be expressionless.

"Let me introduce it to you, Your Highness of the Stars and everyone," Viscount Cambeda sighed, he gently shook his head, and took a step forward: "This is Lord Seri Nicolai Your Excellency, we are one of Exeter's famous "five generals"."

"People call him..."

Cambida looked at the ugly faces of the stars and raised her eyebrows helplessly:

"'Meteor'."

Nicolai stared at Thales scorchingly.

Like a hunter looking at his prey.

Tyles' heart felt a little chill.

Meteor?

"Let's save the meaningless greetings, empires," Nicolai said slowly: "From now on, we will **** you to Dragon City."

Thyls was taken aback.

"Of course," the second prince looked at Nicolai in front of him, and nodded with complicated thoughts: "If this is the wish of His Majesty Nunn."

It's just that he is very worried.

King Nunn sent such a person to greet him.

Thyls suddenly had an ominous premonition about his future days in Longxiao City.

"Wait~IndoMTL.com~According to the rules and etiquette," Putila took a serious step forward: "Our envoys must meet with Eck under formal conditions that match their status and status. The greeter of Stefan..."

"So much nonsense."

Nikole interrupted the deputy envoy unceremoniously.

"I have no time to waste."

The next moment, Thales saw Nicolai with a solemn expression, and the cloak behind him shook.

"Trust me...this is for your safety, Your Highness "Prince"." Seri Nicolai, the meteorite, the pale man with a cold smile sneered.

He snarled at Thales Canxing who looked uncertain, and ordered the Blade Guard behind him:

"Tie him up."

What?

Tyles' eyes widened.