Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 5: Don’t take care of your elders.

Blood...

It's blood again...

Tyles stretched out his right hand tremblingly, touched his squishy face, and looked at the cold blood in his hand, only feeling that even his breathing was almost not his own.

"The shield area is full of their people...the nasty Yankee..."

This is Edda's voice.

As if coming from a long distance.

"Listen to the kid, even the disaster... Putila has arranged all his hands to search for you, the cocky guy from the Caso family, the masked dumb guy next to you, and even the veteran of the Star Corps... "

The second prince was held fast under the armpit of the elf guard, and scattered stones, broken wood, and even corpses flashed in front of him.

Tyles was breathing hard. He turned his head and saw the little slippery head being carried on the other side of Edda, with a dull expression, holding her glasses tightly in his hand.

"...Only I came here to find someone in the shield area, but I didn't expect such a big change to happen. What happened to those soldiers? Why did you attack you and the White Blade Guard?"

No.

They didn't attack me and the Blade Guard.

Thyls thought blankly, the **** smell in his nose remained for a long time.

It reminded him of the deep ditch around the abandoned house and the inside of Giza's "tentacles", which was almost the same smell of flesh and blood.

They attacked King Nunn.

"Talking kid!" Edda turned a corner and asked impatiently: "What the **** happened?"

Happened...

What's up?

In overwhelmed exhaustion, Thales tried his best to organize his memories.

He remembers Cambida's smile.

Remember the humming sound of the crossbow in the hands of the soldiers of the black sand collar.

Remember the countless black shadows shot by those "shooing" in front of me.

And the numbness that radiated from the scalp to the neck and shoulders.

Ada carried them with two hands, and finally rushed out of the ruins of the shield area. There were neat and undamaged streets and houses in front of him, but no one-the evacuation order and martial law order of the king was obvious Very effective.

The elf guard turned left and right in a block that was many times better than the shield zone, and moved forward with skill and dexterity.

But Thales is still immersed in the shocking memories just now, unable to extricate himself.

In those tenths of a second, the only four blade guards couldn't even make the tactical movements of crouching and raising their shields.

They just turned around and opened their arms without hesitation, and the four of them knelt down and embraced each other, using their bodies to block themselves and Xiao Shuatou tightly.

Thyls remembered that he and Xiao Shuatou were hugging unconsciously, panic and helpless, their vision was firmly covered by the guards.

Then, the sound of countless crossbow arrows entering the flesh rang in my ears.

It's like the big bazaar near the west gate of Yongxing City. The butcher who sells meat makes the sound of cutting through fresh meat every morning.

Tyles shivered and took a trembling breath of cold air.

He remembers the faces of the guards.

Remember their trembling bodies and increasingly pale faces under the crossbow arrows.

Remember the resentment and unwillingness they were looking at each other, and remember their peaceful eyes that seemed to admit their fate at the end.

As if they hugged each other and blocked each other only rain and snow, not crossbow arrows.

Thyls also remembered those **** arrows, as they passed through the body of the guards-shoulders, neck, belly.

Even a guard was shot through the head, an arrow pierced his left eye socket, and the splash of warm blood stained Thales's face.

The bright red arrow tip stopped in front of Thales' right eye.

The little slippery head then closed his eyes tightly, hugging him and crying.

The guards stared, coughed up blood, and some even smiled relievedly.

They hugged each other and fell down one after another, never waking up.

"You have to live, Empire," Thales remembered a guard gritted his teeth and grabbed his neckline, remembering his breathlessness: "Protect her and let them pay the price ……"

He also remembered the last young guard, angrily standing up from the bodies of three fellow-robes, carrying five or six crossbow arrows and the last strength on him, staggeringly raising his sword and rushing into the enemy group.

The guard used his final life to counterattack, killing the soldiers holding the crossbow in a rush.

Cambeda's anger sounded in the crowd.

Tyles remembered that he was pulling his slick head and crawling away from the remains of the guards.

He remembered that he was in a trance, about to collapse, and he remembered issuing the last wailing for the Blade Guards behind their palace.

Even when Edda appeared from the ruins on the side, and led him and Xiao Slick out of the chaotic crowd, I don't know.

Until...now.

Tyles looked dull and turned his head unwillingly, looking at the same frightened little slippery head.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously and wiped blood from his face again.

Only a piece of dried blood was started.

I thought that the battle in the birch forest was thrilling enough, the breakthrough in front of the fortress was enough, and the duel with Giza was shocking enough.

But...

In the birch grove, I was hijacked by Serena prematurely and out of the battlefield. Before the fortress, Araka used an unstoppable breakthrough to kill him. Even just now, he has the skill of a black sword and mysterious magic power. , The strange Jingshizhifeng escorted him.

But, until the blood was so close to him, others died in an inch in front of him, the Blade Guard was annihilated, and the wailing and roaring one after another, Thales discovered that all this was just so annoying, So painful and so unbearable.

Ada stopped abruptly, and put him and Xiao Slick down on an empty and clean street.

Their eyes are a corner of a street, but Edda has no intention of going forward.

The elf under the cloak turned his head and stared at a road where there were no figures.

"What's the matter?" Thales raised his head in shock, trying to restrain his emotions.

"We are being targeted," Edda replied silently under her cloak: "Try to dump him several times, with little success."

The speech was smooth, but his tone was solemn that Thales had never encountered before.

Tyles' face changed, and Xiaosao looked down at his blood-stained glasses without saying a word.

"So?" the prince asked tentatively.

"So, you go first." Edda patted his shoulder easily.

"I'm going to find him." The elf touched Thales with a **** hand of various colors, and she rubbed her hands in disgust: "Resolve the tail and catch up with you."

Thyls was taken aback.

You go first.

He remembered the Red Square Street that night.

The girl who used double knives said the same thing to him.

"The enemy is strong, right?" Thales asked in a daze:

"You are not sure to defeat him? So let us go first?"

Ada was motionless under the cloak, seeming to be taken aback.

The cold wind blows across the empty and hazy streets, and the sky is getting brighter, giving off a slight blue light characteristic of early morning.

A few seconds later, Edda suddenly raised his right hand and flicked towards his forehead.

"Da!"

Again, Ada's fingers flicked heavily on his forehead.

This time, Thales didn't stop Ada's movement, but silently let the opponent pop his finger.

"Huh?" Edda was a little strange in Thales's reaction: "Why don't you even block?"

Thyls shook his head with a heavy expression, feeling the fiery pain on his forehead.

As if it would make him feel that he was alive.

"Otherwise, you won't be assured of letting us escape alone." He said in a loss.

Ada seemed a little angry, she raised her right hand again, eagerly.

But Thales remained motionless.

Ada's hand stopped in the air.

A few seconds later, she sighed in disappointment and dropped her finger.

"Oh, you are so boring," the lady in the cloak said helplessly: "It's just as boring as Mindis's dead fisheye."

"So this is true?" Thales took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The enemy is strong?"

"Cut." As always, Edda was fluent, shrugging her shoulders and spreading her hands exaggeratedly, showing a relaxed and indifferent attitude.

The elves also pointed to a fan, fanning themselves: "The guy who hides his head and shows his tail is so powerful."

"As for you, don't worry about adults," Edda said while fanning the wind weirdly in the cold weather, "Besides, as a prince, you will grow up sooner or later. I will protect."

Thyls lowered his head.

"Don't think too much," Edda's voice slowly lowered, and the hand of "Fan Feng" slowly lowered:

"This time, it is my test for you."

At that moment, Thales felt a little sad.

It's like something is blocking my chest.

"I see," he took up the hand of the little slippery head, choked up and said: "Then let's go first and wait for you to catch up."

I've long been used to it, haven't I.

Ada's low tone rose again:

"Come on, turn this corner, and you will see Xichi Avenue ahead. After you cross the avenue, it will be a blockade line-although I don't recommend you to go to those patrols, I don't know what their attitude is..."

"If it doesn't work, hide for a while, other people are looking for you, they will pay special attention to the children... You will be safe when you meet Rolf or Wyah the boys..."

"As for me..." Edda gave an impenetrable meal:

"I will be coming soon."

Thyls lowered his head and said nothing.

In the next second, he seemed to have made up his mind, and he trot forward while pulling the wooden slippery head.

But Thales stopped suddenly.

Ada, who looked at him from behind, turned her head and seemed a little strange.

"Hey, Ada," Thales turned hard, "I know you might not like me asking, but I want to figure it out..."

Ada raised her hips.

"Excuse me, are you..."

Tyles took a deep breath and solemnly said: "You are, the queen of the'Oath-keeper' Midiel IV, one of my great-great-grandmothers?"

As soon as the words came out, even the wandering little slipper couldn't help but raise his head.

Silence.

Ada's face under the cloak is not real.

A few seconds later, the elf guard sighed.

"Hey, brat," Edda raised her head, allowing Thales to see her unusually delicate and smooth white chin, just listening to her indifferently:

"Don't care about your elders."

Thyls was slightly startled.

Immediately, he pursed his lips, showing an ugly smile.

The next moment, Thales grabbed the slippery head and trot all the way without looking back, disappearing into the corner.

Ada watched Thales disappear before her eyes, and then let out a deep breath.

But then she turned her head, shuddering all over!

Here it comes.

Ada's vigilance rose to the highest in an instant.

Her gaze swept across the empty streets, from corners to roofs, alleys to low walls, not a single trace of it.

It's really bad.

The tingling and numbness from the skin all told her: the other party is a ruthless character.

How long have you not encountered such a powerful enemy?

While killing Ueno Mang Mountain with Kayla?

"Come out," Edda said lightly: "I feel you."

The sound of footsteps sounded.

A tall figure appeared from the corner and was exposed before her eyes.

Ada's pupils shrink slightly.

"It's you," the elf exhaled, and the words were full of irony and disdain: "Tavernkeeper."

Caslan looked at Edda with a calm gaze.

"I heard that you are a senior handguard," Edda snorted softly, and said heavily on the "old seniority": "'Shake the ground, right?"

"Although wearing a cloak, I can see that you are an elf," Kaslan said slowly, with a heavy and ruthless voice: "As an immortal, in terms of qualifications, you must be deeper than me."

Ada was speechless.

She exhaled uncomfortably, and drew out her delicate scimitar.

"I heard that you killed the'Human Slayer' Shila Dark Thunder?" Edda said indifferently: "It's very strong."

"That was the battle I am most proud of," Kaslan nodded, getting closer and closer:

"Of course, part of the honor is due to this stuff..."

The old man's figure was completely exposed from the corner, and he was dragging a long stick in his hand.

No.

Ada frowned.

That's not a stick.

"This is my former comrade-in-arms and partner."

"Sila Dark Thunder died under it," Kaslan raised the weapon in his hand, showing its dark and ferocious spear head, slowly saying:

"The Gun of Killing Souls."

Ada was taken aback.

Kill...

Sill Soul...

The elf shook his face.

The next second, she gave an ugly smile.

He.

Mom.

of.

Ada took a deep breath, with one hand on her hips, in what she thought was the most relaxed pose.

"Oh oh..."

"Speaking of the dark thunder tribe handed down from ancient times, in the past, that was a powerful tribe qualified to compete for the throne," the elf squinted and chuckled uncomfortably. As the old man approached, she did not Consciously pull away the combat posture: "For you, it is not easy."

"You seem to be very experienced with the orcs?" Kaslan said in a deep voice, his steps slowing down.

"Dark Thunder Tribe? Of course."

Ada waved the scimitar and assumed an indifferent posture.

"When my father led soldiers to help humans, the first tribe he encountered was Dark Thunder," the elf snorted, "Father cut off their heads..."

"...just like cutting vegetables!" I saw Edda swiftly swung four knives into the air, and kept talking:

"Meng Meng Meng Meng, one knife and two!"

Caslan stopped and squinted at the wizard's sword swing.

He slowly turned the spear in his hand.

"Hey, I didn't lie!" The elf said with a grin, while observing the other's body and breathing.

Yeah, I didn't lie.

Except for one thing—Ada secretly said in my heart.

At that time...

I have not been born yet.

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Rumba stood in the ruins, frowning, unsmiling as always.

In front of him is a corpse, there are the White Blade Guards, and there are soldiers from the Black Sand Collar—his subordinates are busy carrying the corpses back and forth.

Beside the Grand Duke lies the cold body of King Nunn quietly, covered with the gray cloak unique to the Blade Guard.

Rumba looked down at King Nunn, pressing his old scabbard with a complicated expression.

"We lost twenty-eight people," Viscount Cambida walked behind the Grand Duke of Lombard, and said in a low voice: "There are still fifteen people seriously injured—the kind that must lie down, four people are slightly injured, no fight Hinder."

Rumba said nothing.

"We underestimated the combat power of the Blade Guards, and we overestimated our own combat power," Cambida sighed, "The appearance of the dragon gave the soldiers too much shock-- If it weren’t for our practice and propaganda over the past few years, I’m afraid some people would turn around."

The Grand Duke of Lombard raised his head and looked away from his king's uncle.

"A dozen blade guards killed our proud frontier standing army into embarrassment," the Grand Duke slowly twisted his neck, inhaling the cold air of the dawn of Longxiao City: "Surryton is How did you break through the Blade Guard and assassinate Nunn in the guards of these people?"

Cambeda dropped her eyelids.

"You know, they are Surreyton," Your Excellency nodded respectfully: "Fortunately, many Blade Guards have been damaged or lost in the chaos caused by the disaster."

"Forget it, at least confirm, our majesty has passed away." Grand Duke Rumba looked serious, he raised his head and looked at the tallest building in Longxiao City.

"How long is there?" The Grand Duke said lightly, with a sense of majesty in his words.

Cambeda bowed respectfully.

"Two hours at most," Viscount Cambida answered this seemingly clueless question quickly:

"Without receiving a reply from the king, the General Order Hall and the General Defense Officer will be suspicious, and then send people to the shield area to search. Of course, the Ullad people can find a way to delay, Dragon Wing Square and even over there People can also trouble them."

Kambida seems to know everything, the chief adviser of the Grand Duke continued:

"Four hours later, if there is no result, the prime minister who feels uncomfortable will surely begin to gather the troops, and even the standing army, just to stabilize the chaos caused by the king’s disappearance-but he does not have the king’s warrant , Plus the ban issued because of the disaster, a large number of conscripts will be excluded."

"But if it's six hours, I think there will be no concealment of the truth, and the movements of more than a thousand of us will be detected. As long as Lisban gives an order, the count of the fief outside the city is still loyal to Walton. They can lead soldiers into the city—it’s impossible to confront them head-on~IndoMTL.com~ Soldiers are already emotionally unstable. Once we meet, we will be defeated due to casualties, exhaustion and low morale."

"We only have less than two thousand people. Even if we seize a solid gate, I am afraid we will not be able to hold it for a long time." In the end, Cambida cautiously concluded her words: "We must fight quickly."

Under the gray sky, Grand Duke Rumba looked at the outline of the Palace of Valor, his expression still cold.

"Half a day," Rumba snorted coldly: "Enough."

The Grand Duke turned around, flicked his cloak, revealing his inner chain armor, and took the tough steps characteristic of warriors and headed towards the Hall of Valor.

Cambeda and other subordinates followed closely with soldiers.

"Send a letter to the other troops, Tulha, Ullad, and Kroaishi, who cleaned up the mess according to the plan, and told them to join Lewan and Bitz-they should be almost ready," the Grand Duke walked. , Coldly ordered:

"Whether it is a trick or a force attack, the gate between the axe area and the Palace of Valor must be taken down before eight o'clock!"

Cambeda nodded respectfully.

"According to the plan, let the words go out. This can buy us time."

Rumba strode across a dirt pit, and said decisively: "Nine o'clock, by ten o'clock at the latest, all this must end!"

Cambeda nodded and gave orders to the people around her.

A few seconds later, the messenger led away.

"One more point..." Cambida whispered: "The news I just got is about the star prince."

Grand Duke Rumba turned his head and looked at his counselor with a strange expression.

"It's them," Cambida raised her head with a strange color in her eyes: "They told me they wanted that boy."

"To live."

Rumba paused.

He turned his head and looked at the direction where Thales and Edda had just disappeared, thoughtfully.