Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 3: The music of blood scores

"Your Lord!"

Under the morning glow, the order officer Ullad looked at Nicolai and Grivo with a serious face: "What are you waiting for?"

But the meteorite and the veteran were motionless.

Until Nicolae silently pressed his Soulbreaker Blade.

"Ullard, I just asked you whether your majesty has ordered the lifting of martial law." The meteorite's face was cold, and he whispered: "Your answer is a little strange."

Grivor sneered slightly.

Ullad was slightly startled: "But the martial law has not been lifted..."

"That's not the point," the meteorite directly interrupted the order officer's words, and he coldly said: "The point is: you don't hesitate to answer your words, and it is true that your majesty has not ordered the lifting of martial law."

Ullad's face suddenly changed.

Nicolai's sharp gaze swept over every patrol behind Ullad, watching their twinkling gazes, and continued solemnly: "If it’s an order for mitigation, it will be issued by the Prime Minister, Earl Lisbane, and transmitted to the capital. As far as the Viscount of Reston, the garrison-general, only the warrants signed by Reston will be received by the Department of Order of the districts, and then arrangements will be made for the lifting of the law."

He snorted coldly: "A small order officer in Wangdu City can only get specific tasks in the hall, such as clearing roadblocks and restoring traffic. He doesn't know whether his Majesty has ordered the lifting of the law."

Ullard frowned: "I..."

Nicolai didn't stop, his gaze gave Ullad the illusion of breathlessness: "You are so anxious to'escort' us, and even follow my words to arrange excuses, why?"

Behind Ullad, the patrol team exchanged their eyes, with different expressions.

And all this is seen by the meteorite.

It also made him feel down.

Too suspicious.

What happened?

"It's just a slip of the tongue," Ullard sighed: "Besides, in this case, the first order must have been issued by His Majesty."

But Nicolai still didn't speak.

It was Griveaux who was supported by him and spoke nonchalantly.

"I said, Ullard, when have you been so concerned about kingdom affairs?" The lame veteran exhaled: "It has been more than ten years, from the conscription to the Qing Dynasty, once there is something wrong with the king, Your first reaction will only be to shrink your head and avoid it for fear of losing your interests."

Listening to Greve, Nicolai's expression became more and more horrible.

"As for leading soldiers in times of crisis?"

Grivor raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face was like seeing a flying mouse: "Don't be kidding."

Ullad's face became very ugly.

"Old lame man," he gritted his teeth: "I don't want to argue with you at this time..."

But at this moment, a clear male voice came from the crowd: "Enough."

"They have seen it through."

Ullard sighed deeply and stepped aside to make room for the man walking out of the crowd.

This time, it was the turn of the meteorite and Grivo to change their faces.

The new man has a tall stature, heavy footsteps, and a forceful aura, with a strong smell of battle iron on his body.

"Cruel character," Grivo exhaled, "Do you know him?"

Nicolai didn't respond to Grivo, he looked straight at the incoming person.

"It's you," Nicolai narrowed his eyes, his face solemn: "Fire Knight."

"Rome Tulha."

The visitor stopped and stood in front of them.

"It is an honor to see you bye, Lord Nicolai."

One of Exter's "five generals", Tuleha's face is cold and authentic.

The black-sand-collared knight has already taken off his gray helmet, but the gray armor is still on his body, with the horse and long sword at his waist, full of oppression.

"If Grand Duke Heisha wants to attend the dinner," Nicolai snorted with an unpleasant face: "He can say in advance, we can send invitations."

Tulha looked at Nicolai without showing any weakness.

"Cambeda mentioned to me that when you slapped him on the outskirts of the city yesterday," the fiery knight remained still: "So, at your invitation, we brought more than a thousand people to Longxiao City. 'Walk around'."

Nicolai looked at the patrol team, his pupils slowly shrinking.

"You are looking for your own death," the meteorite said coldly: "The number of soldiers that can be urgently recruited in Longxiao City alone is 7,000 or 8,000, as well as the patrol team and the standing guard of the palace. Don't mention the vassals on the outskirts of the city..."

But Tulha interrupted him indifferently.

"Yes, Longxiao City is very powerful, with countless levies, and the standing army is amazing," the fire knight said lightly, "but who has the right to enlist them?"

Nicolai's mood sank, and a bottomless chill came to his heart.

He remembered what Ullad said at the beginning: Someone was trying to assassinate Your Majesty.

"What do you mean?" he asked seriously, unconsciously anxious in his tone.

Impossible, guarding your Majesty’s side is the most powerful Blade Guard. Everyone has super skill and rich experience, and the consciousness of willing to sacrifice their lives, even if it’s Kingdom Fury, it’s impossible...

Dare to take so little troops...what the **** does Rumba want to do?

Nicolai and Tuleha's eyes met in the air, as if to spark.

"It means, you don't have to worry about this problem."

The black-sand-collared knight has no expression on his face: "Exter will soon usher in a new life."

Nicolai forced himself to calm down.

"Inner ghost, right?" The meteorite squeezed his knife.

He said coldly: "How long have you planned? Can bring two thousand people into Longxiao City... Whether it is the chaos caused by the disaster, or a gang leader, it is far from being able to do this, you still buy Who is it?"

Defensive Officer Reston? Even Prime Minister Lisban?

But Tulha did not answer his question again.

"Your Excellency Greve," the Burning Knight turned to the lame veteran with a respectful expression: "I have heard of your name, and I know that you have always been dissatisfied with the rule of the Walton family..."

Nicolai frowned slightly.

But Grivor's reaction was faster than he thought.

"Needless to say," Grivo exhaled, and said relaxedly: "I do think that Nunn is not pleasing to the eye, and our king is indeed a bastard..."

Tulha's eyes lit up: "Then you..."

"But, Charman Rumba?" Grivo didn't give him a chance to interrupt. The veteran showed his big yellow teeth, and the street ruffian smiled like he did.

"Although I am poor and miserable, and I don't know a few words, I'm from the north anyhow."

"Even if you are dissatisfied with your own king, you will not bring soldiers into the capital," Griveau's tone is getting colder and colder: "Not to sell my loyalty to a beast who kills relatives at a low price. And betrayers."

The Burning Knight showed regret and sighed.

"Very few people can understand the pains and perseverance of the Grand Duke," Tuleha raised his head and said solemnly, as if he hadn’t heard Greve’s irony: "But please believe me, his dedication and sacrifice, and even his Everything we do that is not understood by the world is for Exter’s future and for the future of the people of the North."

Grivor took a sip on the ground, looking disgusted.

"Killing brothers for the throne, but also taking advantage of the disaster, when the blood of the civilians is raging, to fight for power and gain?"

The veteran said viciously:

"What future can this ruler bring to the Northlanders?"

Tulha did not speak.

Ullad on one side shook his head braid with a grim expression:

"Maybe we shouldn't waste time anymore."

The boss of the sword district fair gave a whistle, his eyes playful:

"According to the Grand Duke's order, if you can't deceive them, you have to implement plan b."

"It might be a bit painful." Ullard said grimly.

As soon as I said this, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

It's like the balance of the balance has been broken.

Tulha nodded slowly: "You know, Lord Lord, I really want to fight with you."

"In order to make up for the regret that I have not been able to stab the sword of light."

"Then you will get what you wanted today. Those two hits in the snow are really not fun enough." Nicolai drew a knife in his hand and replied lightly.

Nicolai's gaze swept across the patrol team members.

Fortunately, there are not many soldiers in the black sand collar, less than a quarter, and most of them are just the mob under Ullad.

It may be able to deal with the ruined terrain.

The uneven quality of these "patrols" did not make Nicolai's mood any better: Where are the main forces of the Black Sands now?

Or... they have more important tasks?

Tulha didn't mean to make a move, just watched Ullad wave his hand gently.

The patrols' faces became more and more serious.

"Can I fight again?" The meteorite let go of Grivo and let the veteran stand on his own: "Cripple?"

"Stop joking, dead face," Griveaux with a very bad face coughed fiercely, wiped the blood from his mouth, gritted his teeth and said: "Now?"

"I can kill another hundred calamities"

But the veteran's words stopped abruptly.

With Ullad's wave, nearly fifty people came to the forefront of the patrol, divided into two rows of semicircular lines, squatting forward and standing back.

I saw fifty soldiers all raised their weapons and aimed at the two extreme masters.

Nicolai's breathing suddenly stagnated, and Grivo's eyes widened.

That is...

A full fifty cross infantry crossbows.

To deal with... the two of them?

All the words of Grivor converged into one word at that moment.

A word that Nicolai agrees very much:

"Fuck!"

The man with eight braids turned sideways and retreated into his subordinates.

"Two brave and famous adults, please let me introduce yourself one last time."

"Child Ullard."

"Do a little business in Longxiao City," Ullad laughed, as if very happy: "From infantry crossbows to magic guns...all business scope."

Nicolai and Grivo looked at the densely packed crossbow machines, and both sighed.

Ullard opened his eyes with a line of laughter, cold light in his eyes:

"Enough inventory management."

Tulha turned his head, his face showed a slight displeasure.

The next moment, fifty crossbow arrows, without dead ends, headed towards the two extreme realms.

A rain of black arrows whizzed through the air.

Bring out countless bright reds.

The Grand Duke of Lombard lowered his blade.

A dozen crossbow machines stick out the shoulders of the black sand soldiers in the front row.

"Arrow!"

The roar of the Blade Guard rang from his ears.

Tyles and Xiao Qiantou were firmly pressed to the ground, behind everyone.

However, the mood of Prince Star at the moment is chaotic.

He knew he couldn't help in such a battle.

Just like under the fortress last time.

All he could do was... Thales looked at the Duke of Rumba in the crowd.

Thoughts drift away.

No, everything is wrong.

Too abnormal.

While thinking about it, a dozen blade guards faced the crossbow and quickly formed a defensive formation like a tortoise shell.

They all knelt down on one knee, leaning against each other sideways, raising the arm shields on their forearms, slanting them in front of them, blocking their heads and bodies tightly.

"咻咻"

The crossbow arrows roared.

Thyls still couldn't understand.

Rumba appeared after King Nunn died.

He even acquiesced that he was the murderer behind the scenes.

But...

"Clang!"

Plurality of crossbow arrows hit the arm shield and bounced off, one after another with a harsh sound.

There were also two or three crossbow arrows that unfortunately pierced into the human body, and there was a special muffled sound of meat.

But no one from the Blade Guard said a word, just exchanged glances with cold expressions.

After the first round of crossbow arrows, the Blade Guards stood up instantly.

Leading one, let out a shocking roar.

"Charge!"

A total of ten blade guards, did not hesitate to recoil towards the soldiers in the black sand collar.

To fight against the crowd.

Tyles was breathing in a trance, and even he and Xiao Shuatou were evacuated from the battlefield by a few blade guards.

He is full of doubts.

Why?

Why did Rumba come to Longxiao City?

If it is to solve the threat and revenge from Longxiao City, then Lord Rumba has succeeded.

The king is dead, and Exter will be in chaos. Walton and Dragon City have no chance to unite the princes and seek revenge from the Black Sands.

The black sand collar is safe.

Even if Rumba is the real murderer, why should he show up on this suspicious occasion?

To silence?

No, Rumba doesn't need to show up at all, just stay on the territory and wait for the king's death. The king's assassination will become another headless murder.

Only Sulliton, they will once again bear the crime of slaying kings, and live up to their reputation as the flower of the assassin and the family of slaying kings.

Everything is so perfect. Rumba can take care of the biggest and most terrible enemy on this disaster-ridden night without any effort.

The scream of killing sounded.

"With a hand-in-hand, life will return to the north!"

"Right right!"

Ten charged blade guards, with savage faces and fiercely shouting commands, rushed into the enemy's formation in the opposite direction.

The momentum accumulated by the black sand leader based on the number of people and the semi-encircled situation suddenly won.

Grand Duke Rumba frowned fiercely.

Dragon's Guard.

It's a pity.

A guard held his shield across his arms and opened the enemy's attack on the left side. At the same time, a long knife stabs forward, cooperating with the robe on the right, tearing open an enemy's belly.

The opponent fell to the ground in pain, groaning and screaming while holding the outflowing intestines.

But the Blade Guard didn't mean to end his life at all, just stepped over him and moved on.

Kill the next wave of enemies.

The Black Sand soldiers had to separate their hands and drag their companions back into the formation.

This can't help but remind Thales of the scene of Kingdom Fury and his Fury Guard charging.

Blood splashed in the crowd.

The White Blade Guards work in pairs, one to block the attack on the left and the other to tear apart the enemy on the right.

The two moved forward tacitly, using the rhythm of speeding you up and slowing me down, switching positions and responsibilities back and forth.

Even if you occasionally hang the color, you don't care about it, it seems that only the enemy ahead is in your eyes.

Under the unexpected counterattack of the White Blade Guard, the black sand leader fell five or six corpses in an instant.

The sparsely numbered but fierce Dragon's Guard, as the latter's counterattack, even killed the black sand collar's formation step by step back.

The blade guards wield their blades frantically, using their rich experience and powerful combat power, coupled with subtle cooperation, to bite and even counterattack the enemy.

Behind the evacuated companions.

Tyles was held in the armpit by a soldier, panting unconsciously.

He pulled his attention back from the fight, thinking desperately about Rumba's anomaly.

Rumba unabashedly brought his army into the city and went into a dangerous place, which made suspicion...

Even... kill yourself!

Not only did you expose yourself~IndoMTL.com~ to ask for trouble, but you might also be accused of the crime.

Everyone in Exter will not let go of the murderer who assassinated the King, and the breathing opportunities that the black sand collar finally earned will only be lost.

This is not in Lombard's interest at all.

Thyls really didn't understand, why Rumba made such an unwise choice.

It was the same as the surprise attack under Broken Dragon Fortress.

Compared with King Nunn's unpredictability, the feeling the Grand Duke of Lombard gave him was unpredictable and incomprehensible.

Thyls even had to wonder again: Is Rumba crazy?

But he immediately remembered Putila's words: "Rumba is not crazy."

Charman Rumba...

What do you want?

The Blade Guard, who evacuated with him and Xiao Qiaotou, stepped across an abandoned roof, but suddenly stopped.

Thyls raised his head, and his hairs stood on end!

In front of them, stood the black sand vassal he had met once, Viscount of Manton City, and the tall Elassa Cambeda.

And a row of soldiers beside him.

They all raised the crossbow machine in front of Thales and Xiaoliu, and the four blade guards present.

Thyls sighed.

It's another crossbow.

In front of his eyes, when he was assassinated in front of the Fuxing Palace, Yordel faced the assassin of the Duke of the North and was hit by a crossbow arrow.

What an annoying weapon.

Thyls thought desperately.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Shuatou, panic in his eyes.

"As the Grand Duke said, Your Highness Thales," the counselor of the Grand Duke of Lombard, Viscount Cambida smiled and said, "Please choose your enemies and friends carefully."

"It is the king's taboo to look at things unknown."

The next second, the Lord Viscount waved his arm.

All crossbow machines are sent out.