Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 52: Uninvited guests

Before Thales could react, the attendants and guards behind him did not hesitate to take a step forward and block him firmly behind him.

The next moment, the rubbing sound of the sword unsheathed continuously, resounding!

"Qiang!"

Waiya did not hesitate to unsheath the blade sharply, the tip of the blade faintly pointed at Nicolai's throat, his eyes solemn.

"Huh!"

Rolf's only sleeve sword also popped out of the cuffs, and the blade pointed at Nicolai's heart. The upper half of his face that was not covered by the silver mask looked ugly.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

These are the Blade Guards behind Nicolai.

These tall and sturdy masked Northland elites are equipped with a light iron-colored arm shield in their left hand, and a special war knife drawn from the waist in their right hand. The handle is white and slender, and can be held with both hands. Glittering and beautifully curved-it really doesn't look like the rugged Northland style.

Their movements of drawing swords are neat and heavy, and their gazes outside the face towels are murderous. I don't know when they have spread out in a semicircle, and they faintly surrounded them-the Star Mission on three sides.

The only a dozen soldiers left in the stars, such as Gernard, Willow, and others, did not hesitate to do their best, and they stood on the front line of the confrontation with the White Blade Guard.

"Look at their movements and eyes...These are the real elite, and our royal guards are no more than this," Edda's voice came from behind Thales' ears: "Higher than the army of the Black Sands. Even if it is against the group of vampires, the Holy Blood Corps is not inferior."

Thyls stared at the opposite side in disbelief, staring at Nicolai with a cold smile.

What is going on here?

Tie yourself to Longxiao City?

It’s not that he didn’t expect what he might encounter in Exeter... In fact, King Nunn, who lost his beloved son, is very normal to be angry, ridicule, ridicule, humiliate him, even if In terms of avoiding the war between the two countries and containing the ambitions of the black sand collar, the Star Royal Family and the Walton family actually have the same interests.

But Thales didn't expect that this kind of humiliating "greet" would begin before he arrived at Longxiao City.

Are they really going to let them tie me to Longxiao City?

If we refuse--under the moonlight, Thales' scalp numbly looks at the cold white-handled swords of the Blade Guards, and estimates the strength of the enemy and us—how will the situation develop?

"Really absurd!" Putila's stern and angry voice sounded. He eagerly thought about the situation in front of him, and said angrily: "Bound? Never before has an envoy from one country to another country suffered such a situation. Treatment, this is an insult to His Majesty Nunn VII and the honor of the Kingdom of Exeter! This will not bring any glory to your Majesty!"

If he is a member of King Nunn, he must be concerned that Exeter will raise the face and dignity of the king, unless...

Around them, the Exeters from the black sand collar looked at everything in the field with a puzzled expression: the Blade Guard of dozens of people was facing each other with a dozen soldiers of the Star Mission. .

"Hmph," Nicolai curled up the corner of his mouth, revealing an ominous sneer: "This really does not bring any glory to your Majesty..."

"It makes him happy..."

"That's enough."

Putila squeezed the sword in his hand, and Thales couldn't help but frown.

In the next moment, there was no command and no order, but the masked soldiers of the Blade Guard looked at them with cold eyes, and all approached!

"Puff!" They stepped heavily on the snow, like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the stars.

Willow Ken, who was staring nervously at the enemy, shook his shoulders, and the two spears were about to be shot!

"Pop!" A strong hand stretched out from the side, tightly holding the young pikeman's right hand, pressing the tip of the gun he almost stabbed.

Willow was taken aback, turned his head and found it was veteran Jenard.

"Stay steady! Leave them alone, watch their shoulders!" He said calmly.

After experiencing the tragic **** battle with the blood in the birch forest, the private soldiers suffered heavy casualties. The seriously injured leader Chora stayed in the fortress, and the veteran Jenard, who had served as the guard of the duke, relied on him The veteran experience on the battlefield and the skillful skills gradually recovered have vaguely become the leader of this group including a small number of star private soldiers, fortress veterans, and northern conscripts.

However, facing the extremely tense atmosphere, the veteran couldn't help but ooze cold sweat.

"Is this the will and order of His Majesty Nunn?" Thales tried his best to calm down.

"Oh, of course it is." Nicolai ignored the two sword blades pointing to his throat and heart, and said gloomily: "He just didn't say it."

One second later, Nicolai's figure moved, and suddenly he took a step forward and walked towards Thales!

Thyls was taken aback!

Wiya and Rolf have gritted their teeth and handed out the swords in their hands, trying to push Nicolae back.

But the next moment, Nicolai's face flickered, and his figure flickered.

Between the electric light and flint, the pale meteorite turned sideways into the gap between the two blades!

"Chun!" The single-edged sword that Wiya cut to his throat was able to hit the white hilt of Nicolai's shoulder, wiping out sparks!

"Clang!" Nicolai's right hand flicked a finger lightly and flicked it on Rolf's Hidden Blade pointed at his heart.

At that moment, in the angry eyes of Wiya and Rolf, Nicolai broke through their defenses with constant expression, squeezed into the gap between them, and stretched out his left hand to Thales!

Damn it!

Tyles gritted his teeth, took a quick step back, avoiding Nicolai's hand, and at the same time, he pulled up his left hand and touched the dagger on his waist with his right hand, posing a "iron body style" of Northland military swordsmanship. ".

But he was surprised to see that Nicolai's hand changed directions at the same time as he backed away like a prophet, and stretched out in the direction of his dodge!

The volatility rushed to Thales’s brain in time to "slow down" the scene in front of him as much as possible.

In Thales’s vision, Nicolai moved slowly, like an existence shining with silver light, but every flash of light in his body would bring Nicolai’s body shape once again. Variety.

This is his end power? Thales was tense, thinking carefully.

The body shape, movement, speed, change, and trajectory of the meteorite all entered Thales' consciousness at that moment.

After a moment of estimation, a pessimistic conclusion came to Thales’ heart:

No matter how to dodge...I can't avoid Nicolai's capture.

Fortunately, there is also her... Thales felt the change in the breath of the cloak behind him.

"Da!"

Nicolai stretched his hand halfway, and was clasped by a small figure in a cloak.

"Be polite, kid," Ada clasped Nicolai's wrist tightly, and said coldly, "At least say ‘hello’ or ‘please’."

Thyls exhaled deeply.

The blades of Wiya and Rolf hurriedly followed, and slammed on the neck of the meteorite.

"Oh," Nicolai seemed a little surprised, but he still didn't care about the two blades that were at stake. Instead, he frowned and looked at his grasped wrist. Dadao: "A woman... but she can see through my movements?"

The dozens of Blade Guards around Nicolai seem not to worry about the leader who is in danger at all. They still have cold eyes, and they maintain the oppression of the stars with full of killing intent.

"What does this mean, Lord Nicolai? This is neither in accordance with the convention, nor is it an order of King Nunn..." Putila said with a grimace: "This kind of private behavior of yours is almost the same as an assassination! "

"Assassination, assassination?" Nicolai muttered this word in a low voice. He raised his head and his expression became extremely terrifying: "You mean, you star people are on your land, to our Prince Moral What did you do?"

"Assassination?"

Nicolai stared at Thales with anger, and said every word: "You are the only son of your majesty, the prince of Exter, the heir of the Dragon City, right My students-what did they do?"

"That kind of cowardly behavior?"

Putilai was startled first, then reacted and said without hesitation: "That should be decided by His Majesty Nunn!"

Damn it.

Thyls gasped lightly, biting his lower lip.

He looked at Nicolai, who was restrained by Ada, and the swords of Wya and Rolf reached his throat, gritted his teeth secretly: This situation...how to deal with it?

Forcing Nicolai back?

Tyles took a deep breath. He raised his hands at the pale man to indicate that he was a harmless little boy, while Nicolai sneered at him with a malicious sneer.

"Your Excellency Viscount Cambida, and Your Excellency Lord Tuleha!" The second prince of the stars turned his head and shouted at the black sand-collared army: "Your mission to **** me to Longxiao City is almost the same. It's done! I think people will admire the loyalty of the Great Duke of Black Sand to His Majesty Nunn, and King Nunn will also be satisfied with your loyalty, and I am very grateful for your escort!"

"You can leave now!"

Thyls's voice fell.

Putila raised his brow, while Nicolay was slightly startled.

Viscount Cambida, who frowned at all of this in the distance, sighed deeply.

However, Cambida finally just nodded to the frowning Tuleha and strode forward.

This kid.

What are the words?

[Your task of escorting me to Longxiao City is almost completed]: The Black Sand Leader was responsible for my safety before I arrived in Longxiao City, but I have not yet arrived in Longxiao City.

[Presumably people will admire the loyalty of Black Sand to His Majesty Nunn]: Everyone will know that His Majesty Nunn has kidnapped the Star Prince without anyone in the army of Black Sand.

[And King Nuen will also be satisfied with your loyalty]: Even if you obey, the relationship between King Nunn and Duke Black Sand will not be better, and Longxiao City still regards Black Sand as the leader Stuck in the eye.

[At the same time, I am very grateful for your escort]: An opportunity to fight for the friendship of the Star Prince is right in front of you.

[You can leave here]: Come up and get out!

"Lord Nicolai!" As Viscount Cambeda said, he reassessed whether these words were the words of the second prince of Putila: "After all, this is the camp of the Black Sands. We I was given the mission of protecting the safety of His Royal Highness Thales by the Grand Duke, and what you are doing now... is undoubtedly very unwise."

Nicolai shook off Edda's hand, and regardless of the blade on his neck, coldly said to Cambida: "I thought you were also Exterans."

"Of course we are from Exter, and even from the North... and the North has a rare reputation, just like the snow eagle cherishes its wings." Cambida walked up to Nicolai and looked at the sword. The eyes of the two sides paused especially on Thales and Putila: "My Excellency the Meteorite...I believe that His Majesty Nunn should not have given you the order to'tie the prince to Longxiao City'."

Behind him, the soldiers in the black sand collar slowly surrounded this side at Tuleha's sign.

Nicolai looked at Cambida fixedly.

Then he sneered slightly.

"What if I say'no'," the man's face became even more pale: "What are you going to do? Your lord of the black sand collar? Let your army kill us and the King's guards?"

"Really, the soldiers of the black sand collar?" Nicolai's gaze swept around, across the elite standing army specially allocated by the black sand prince, and smiled slightly.

Tyles' heart sank.

Oops.

It seems that even two thousand black sand-led troops... can't deter Nicolai and his White Blade Guard.

"You have fewer than fifty people," Tureha walked from behind Cambeda, looked at the white weapon behind Nicolai, his face solemn: "Even with the Soulbreaker Blade, you still But just stay for a few more minutes...You are neither Araka Mu nor his bow."

Cambida was firmly fixed on Nicolai's face: "Of course, we never want to be an enemy of the famous White Blade Guard... Especially twelve years ago, we also fought side by side."

"The face-changing game of good guys plus bad guys has long been out of fashion," Nicolai said indifferently, "I said, Your Majesty will settle accounts with Rumba... Until then, you won't want to mess with him. Captain of the guard."

Thyls moved in his heart.

The White Blade Guard.

He remembered what Putila had told him about the identity of Kaslan.

Caslan retired twenty years ago...so...

"You know," Thales spoke slowly, attracting the attention of everyone in the field: "We just passed the Heroes Tavern in Kaslan a few days ago."

Tyles noticed that as soon as his voice fell, Nicolet's face suddenly changed.

Even the White Blade Guard soldiers who were facing them around, blinked.

Caslan...It seems, what that old man means to them.

Thyls nodded in his heart.

"Kaslan invited me to drink a glass of rye, a limited amount," Thales continued calmly: "He is a wise and open-minded old man...but I think you don't know him. Lord Nicolai?"

Nicolai's eyes have a complex look.

"Because," Thales sighed: "The Blade Guard led by someone like him is definitely different from you."

Nicolai stared at him silently.

The next moment, Thales gritted his teeth first, as if he had made some determination.

Immediately under everyone's shocked eyes, the second prince yelled: "Star man, put down your weapons!"

Wiya and Rolf both looked at Thales in surprise, and even Edda screamed under the cloak.

The star people looked at the white-bladed guards all around, looking at each other suspiciously, unable to believe the orders of the prince.

Only Putila thoughtfully.

Cambeda and Tulha frowned at the same time.

Nicolai stared at him with an indistinct expression.

"This is an order from your second prince, from the heir to the throne of the Star King!" Thales repeated with a firm expression.

Putilla was the first to retract the sword in its scabbard and step back.

Immediately, Jenard took the sword without hesitation.

Wiya gave the prince an incredulous look, and under the latter's indisputable gaze, he still gritted his teeth and withdrew the sword against Nicolai's neck.

Then Rolf, then the fifth, the sixth...until all the stars are armed.

With all eyes in sight, Thales took a step forward, surpassing Wya and Rolf's protection, and walked to Nicolai.

"You should have done this long ago," Nicolai lowered his head and looked at him blankly: "Obvious sooner, less pain..."

"Enough, Lord Meteorite." Thales interrupted him coldly.

"I don’t know why you insisted on tying me back to Longxiao City, whether new hatred or old hatred, Prince Morar, or Prince Horace," Thales pressed into his voice. Trembling: "But before completing my first mission, I only reply to King Nunn."

Nicolai looked at the second prince of the stars in surprise.

"This will be the future king of the stars, a dialogue with the current king of Exeter," Thales took a deep breath: "But you want to humiliate the conversation with His Majesty Noon before that Me?"

"There is no doubt that your actions are tarnishing the honor of His Majesty Nunn...a father who has lost his only son, doesn't he need to care about his honor anymore?"

"Ask yourself, soldiers of the Blade Guard, people of the North!" Thales turned to the surrounding White Blade Guard: "His guard, the Blade Guard, the Dragon's Guard! He humiliated a seven-year-old kid To the Dragon City... Let everyone know how the majesty of the king of Exeter, the successor of the hero Nicaru, the ruler of the northern people, and His Majesty Nunn VII!"

The eyes of the soldiers of the White Blade Guard scattered outside the face towels.

"Kaslan told me that whether it is the history of the empire or the symbol of the dragon... these are not important. The important thing is whether the people of the North can still stick to themselves and live well in the present." Tai Els turned around. He spread his hands and raised his head to stare at Nicolai calmly: "In the past few days, we have eaten the Northlanders’ food and drank the Northlanders’ wine. We are now the guests of His Majesty Nunn, as guests on the land under his rule."

"Now, we are finally reaching his doorstep-let us star people, these so-called descendants of the empire! Let’s see if the aura and glory of the people in the North are worth our dangerous journey. Journey."

The soldiers of the Blade Guard exchanged glances quickly, and then looked at their commander in unison.

Cambeda's eyes shifted between Thales and Putila, thoughtfully.

Wiyah looked worriedly at the meteorite opposite.

Nicolai, the most critical decision maker, slowly narrowed his eyes.

A few seconds have passed.

"Very well, Thales Canxing," he looked at Thales and smiled faintly: "You and your uncle... are not too far apart."

Thyls was taken aback.

"Put away the weapons, my brothers," Nicolai looked at Thales with a complicated expression: "Let your majesty decide how our guests belong...even if he has a deep hatred with us."

The White Blade Guard who was ordered to retract the sword neatly.

Thyls finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Also relieved, and everyone from the stars, even the two commanders of the black sand collar.

Just now.

"Alert!" Outside the camp, the soldiers from the black sand collar made a vigilant cry again.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn out of the camp.

Under the moonlight, new cavalry appeared in front of them, coming towards the camp.

"Your companion?" Cambeda squinted and asked Nicolai.

Nicolai did not answer him.

The sound of horseshoes came from outside the camp.

That was a dozen cavalrymen, coming slowly towards their camp under a strange flag.

It was a flag with a white background, on which was painted a radian golden wheat ear, extending from the upper right corner to the lower left corner of the flag, crossing a dagger of the same golden color.

"Yan, everyone," an unfamiliar male voice came from afar: "Praise the harvest lady and the shepherd sea girl, and may they bless you all with a safe, rich life!"

Cambida took a few steps forward, looked at the banner of the wheat ear dagger, and slowly frowned.

"I am Lhasa Cambida, Viscount of Manton. This is the military camp of the Grand Duke of Black Sand," Viscount Cambida said loudly, "Who is here!"

Under the protection of more than a dozen cavalrymen, a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous overcoat, a jewel-studded winter hat and exposing a bunch of golden ponytail hair, slowly rode out from the crowd.

"In Lower Shireis Bermuda, Marquis of Honor of the City of Senliu," the middle-aged man stopped the horse, took off his hat and placed it on his left chest, with a friendly and humble smile on his face, facing Kan Bida bowed slightly in the direction: "From the friendly and generous Conmas 16 City-State Alliance, I am a member of the 36 seats in the Conmas Joint Council."

"This trip represents the Splendid City in the alliance. It is an envoy to Exeter. I heard that His Royal Highness the Second Prince of the Stars is here. I am here to meet you."

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In the early morning, Longxiao City, Xichi Avenue.

This is a Far Eastern man with black hair and dark eyes, about 30 or 40 years old-Far Easterners age at a different rate from Ludor and Northlanders, and it is not easy to identify age by appearance.

He carried an inextinguishable lamp and walked calmly in the dark and cold underground cellar, intending to start the day's work.

But the next moment, he frowned, as if he felt something.

He stopped, in the silence and darkness, his eyes scanned every corner in front of him, his ears listened to all the movement in the cellar.

Nothing.

But he didn't let his guard down.

Because he trusts his instincts more.

Many times, danger cannot be detected by eyes and ears.

Many times, instinct is the last thing in life.

For example now.

He gritted his teeth, frowned, and showed a hideous expression in the darkness beyond the light.

Just like a wolf who feels danger together, sharpening its claws, alerting to the danger in the dark.

Immediately, this Far Eastern figure moved, raising the unextinguishable light in one hand, and pressing the other hand to his waist when he was lowered.

He is facing the front left side, facing the wall, facing the darkness behind the corner.

"Who is there?" The Far Easterner said calmly.

No answer.

"If you want to steal some oil and water, buddy," the Far Easterner speaks a lingua franca with a northern accent, moving slowly and rhythmically under his feet, "Then you are in the wrong place."

There is still no answer.

The Far Easterner narrowed his eyes.

In the next moment, his body flashes!

He rushed to the journey of more than ten steps in three steps!

People from the Far East crossed the corner, and the light of the unextinguishable lamp illuminates everything in this corner.

But the Far Easterners gave a "Huh" in surprise.

The corner before his eyes is empty.

After a few seconds, the Far Easterner breathed a sigh of relief.

Is it too suspicious.

The Far Eastern minifigures carefully checked one side of this corner and confirmed that there was no trace left by anyone.

He shook his head, shrugged, and patted his head.

It seems so.

The old problems of the past are always incapable of changing...As a result, I am suspicious of sleeping even now.

The wolf is insomnia for the police-this is the first lesson taught to him after the master left him on the Beili grassland a long time ago and let him live alone for three days.

He sighed.

I wish I could have a good night's sleep one day.

Forget all the past.

The Far Easterner laughed at himself, then turned around and walked towards the way he came.

The lights turn with him.

Photographed another person behind me.

A person who appeared suddenly.

The pupils of the Far Easterners shrank!

He instinctively lifted his waist hand!

"Boom!"

The Far Easterner was shocked to find that his right hand holding the dagger was firmly grasped by the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared!

I can't move.

"Long time no see, Gu."

The opponent is slowly and authentic.

The Far Easterners endured the shock in their hearts, the tremors all over, and the instinct to break free from the power of ending.

He stared at the man who appeared suddenly.

The ordinary-looking man.

"Yes, it's been a long time," the Far Easterner——Gu, answered bitterly:

"Black sword."

Hei Jian put down Gu's wrist.

"Lancer asked me to come to you." The man called Black Sword said indifferently and briefly

It's still the same as before.

Gu put the dagger back in his waist and frowned.

Concise and direct.

It's chilling.

"Yes," Gu took a deep breath, eliminated all excess emotions and memories, and said with a serious tone: "I found him."

Black Sword didn't speak.

"Confirm?" After a few seconds, the Black Sword slowly said.

"Although I have never met him directly," Gu Shen exhaled, "but it should be him, there is nothing wrong with it."

The Black Sword was silent.

Strange.

Gu An said: Why is he so calm? Isn't he supposed to...

"I will come to you again at night~IndoMTL.com~ for details." Hei Jian turned around and said lightly: "I have something to do."

Come to me again?

Gu thought of the other person's mysterious figure, and frowned.

"Okay," Gu thought of his past memories, only feeling a little irritable and flustered, he said helplessly: "Anyway, I have to do business first."

"Business?" Hei Jian frowned, thinking of Gu's bad past.

His figure is hidden in the darkness outside the light again: "What else can you do for business?"

"What business?" Gu exhaled uncomfortably. He walked to the side of the table and slammed the tarpaulin on it, exposing a boning knife and a cutting board, and then he said in an angry manner:

"This is my butcher shop!"

"Selling meat of course!"