Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 20: Visitors from waste bones

Listening to the leader of the guard, Thales trembled. WWw.しwXs520.Ｃom

What?

At...execution?

How come.

Rumbata...

"No, according to the above." The messenger shook his head. He pointed to Thales with a solemn expression and deep eyes: "Just leave the boy."

"Kill the others."

Several people in the cell heard this sentence.

They all looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

Cohen's mouth opened wide into an "O" shape.

Miranda frowned, frowning.

Little Slick stabbed Thales in panic. The latter pressed the panic in his heart, pretending to be calm, and beckoning her to stay calm.

From the look of the guard leader, he can't seem to believe it.

The leader raised the scroll on his hand to the place where the light could be illuminated by the unextinguishable light, and looked back and forth several times.

Following his movements, the nerves of Thales and the others tightened. They backed away unconsciously, farther away from the prison door and fence.

"Okay." Finally, the guard leader sighed. He turned his head and looked at his five subordinates who were equally surprised:

"You heard what he said."

Tyles' heart jumped violently.

No.

How is it possible?

Just listen to the guard nodded slightly and whispered: "Let’s do it."

The five guards were slightly startled, but their instinct to obey orders still made them move.

They turned around, held the sword at their waist, took out the key, and opened the four cells that trapped the prisoner.

For a while, there was only the sound of unlocking the cell.

"Damn it!" Cohen gritted his teeth, looking at the soldier who was unlocking his cell door, struggling and cursing.

Miranda's face was tense, motionless.

Wia leaned against the fence with a panic face, staring at Thales.

"Wait!" Thales watched the guard in front of him turn the lock, and watched the little slippery head shrink into the corner in horror. There was a mess in his brain: "My business with Rumba is not over yet!"

He stared at the messenger, then looked at the leader guarding him: "Go and tell him if he still wants to know the secret of the Shield of Deception..."

However, the guard leader just shook his head blankly.

"It's too late, kid," he looked at Thales with pity in his eyes: "But at least you can survive."

Thyls watched as the five guards pressed their sabers around their waists and slowly opened the locks of the four prison doors, leaving their brains blank.

He watched Cohen struggle desperately, trying to break free of the chains.

He watched Miranda bend her knees with a decisive expression, obviously intending to make the last fight when the guard came in.

Waiya still stared at Thales: "Your Highness! You..."

The little slippery head behind him shook his head in horror.

At that moment, Thales bit his lower lip tightly and his brain turned wildly.

What to do.

To bite your lips or tongue, do you use that kind of power?

But based on previous experience, let's do it again...It should be my death date.

What to do.

Tyles looked at the sabre around the guards' waist, shaking.

Damn it.

What to do?

At this moment, an abrupt sentence interrupted the guards' work.

"Wait a minute."

The sound of unlocking stopped at the same time.

The guards turned their heads strangely.

For a moment, only Cohen's heavy gasps remained in the cell.

Thyls was slightly startled.

Then he raised his head and looked at the person who made the noise.

Unexpectedly, the man who interrupted the guards' actions was the tall guard leader.

Just...

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

Why, why did he stop?

"Everyone, immediately stop what they are doing and turn around to face me," I saw the leader with a cold face, holding the sword on his waist, and said roughly: "Armed."

In the narrow corridor, five guards stood at the door of the four cells, looking at the leader and messenger between them.

The five guards looked at each other, but they still turned around according to the boss's words, and at the same time held the weapon at their waist vigilantly.

Thyls looked at everything in the field in surprise, and his doubts deepened.

This is...

"What's the matter?" Seeing the guards' movements, the messenger frowned: "Why stop?"

The guard leader raised his head and looked at the messenger.

One second later, he said lightly: "I just remembered something."

The Chuan Lingbing was slightly startled.

He glanced around at the people, and then said to the leader impatiently: "This is the Grand Duke's order, no matter what you think of..."

But the guard interrupted him directly.

"I know a veteran from Qiyuan City," the leader said coldly: "He once served on the border near the desert."

Sentence without beginning and end made everyone else in the cell stunned.

"So what?" The messenger seemed a little puzzled. He glanced at the others again, and saw confusion in their eyes.

The leader of the guard snorted.

"He told me many things, such as the orcs, and-the desolate man," he lifted his chin slightly, and squinted at the messenger: "Those tribes with colorful tattoos in the depths of the desert, those with The savages in our civilized world are more difficult to deal with than the orcs."

The messenger frowned slightly.

"Soldiers on the border, they are generally called," the leader's eyes became sharper and harder: "Wild species."

Thyls panted slightly, trying to take advantage of this short period of time to think about how to save the others.

But his thoughts are in confusion.

The Cohen next door stopped struggling, and the guard lifted his head as hard as he could, looking at the two talking with surprise.

"Hey, buddy," Lingbing's question deepened. He pointed to the scroll in the leader's hand: "If you want to tell a story, you'd better wait until the Grand Duke's order is executed..."

"He also told me!" The leader interrupted him coldly.

"Although the races are different, most of the wild species have a very unique characteristic," the guard leader grinned, his expression was fierce, and his words were harsh:

"Their eyes...are dark red."

"This is the Desolate Man, a symbol of their sins in trading with demons."

Thyls looked at the leader's weird behavior and couldn't figure out what was going on.

But Miranda's eyes widened and, like Cohen, stared blankly at the court.

I can't believe it.

The messenger seemed to have thought of something, he didn't speak any more, and didn't urge the other party anymore.

"So I'm very surprised, why in the army under the Grand Duke," the guard leader looked at the silent messenger, coldly withdrew the sword from his waist, gritted his teeth and shouted:

"There will be a Desolate Man?"

Thyls stayed for a while.

Huang...The Desolate Man?

Miranda was stunned.

Cohen also stunned on the ground.

Listening to the inexplicable conversation, Thales moved in his heart.

Could it be...

The guards looked at each other, not knowing why.

But at the command of the leader, they all became vigilant, faintly surrounding the strange messenger, the sword slowly unsheathed.

The next second, the messenger sighed and explained to the leader: "Because I don't have enough time."

The guard leader frowned: "What?"

Chuan Lingbing shook his head, seemingly annoyed, he sighed: "It's time to get some wind."

I don't know the so-called words, which made the guard leader's heart burn with anger. I saw him clenching his teeth and his face fierce: "Are you..."

Just now.

A cold wind that was slightly stronger than before, blew outside the cell!

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" cold air poured in from the crack in the door, making a harsh screaming sound.

The sound of the wind even overwhelmed the voice in the cell.

At the same moment, before the blades of the five guards were completely out of the sheath, the unextinguishable lights in the cell suddenly trembled slightly.

Tyles' eyes flickered, and in the blink of an eye, the hereditary soldier suddenly turned around, with a long sword in his hand.

Immediately, Thales has seen the brightest, fastest, most silent, but also the most breathtaking shocking sword light in his life...

Like a thunderbolt piercing the dark sky...

Shining out from the left hand of the messenger!

"Huhu——"

The wind howled, ear-piercing and stern, and the figure flickered.

As the messenger turned around, the three guards closest to him shot blood from the neck at the same time!

The tense guard leader roared and pulled out his sword.

He opened his mouth and yelled at something, but his words were drowned in the wind along with the sound of the blade of the sword.

After one-tenth of a second, the cold-faced messenger turned around.

The long sword in his left hand has turned into a light, flashing through the air.

In the end, he sank into the chest of the guard furthest away.

In the next instant, the messenger had rushed to the front of the guard leader.

The guard leader with a surprised expression didn't panic. He took a steady step, calmly raised his long sword, and smashed down at the unknown intruder in an amazing manner!

The power of ending exploded from the leader's body.

This sword is stable and powerful, precise and ingenious. Invaders without weapons can only dodge.

But the intruder did something that shocked Thales.

I saw him standing still, raising his right hand, standing in front of the sword.

As if to hold the opponent's chopping with the palm of your hand!

Amid the endless whistling wind, Miranda let out an exclamation that no one heard.

The next breath, the leader's long sword starts from the **** and strikes the intruder's palm.

The blade pierced into his bones, and into his wrist and forearm.

Like chopping wood, cruelly split the intruder's overweight forearm!

The sword of the guard leader finally stopped in the middle of the intruder's forearm.

The leader's expression suddenly changed: his sword could no longer be cut.

What's even stranger is that the intruder whose forearm was split didn't shout or groan, as if it wasn't his hand.

The intruder just held the forearm that was stuck in the blade and turned it slightly.

In an instant, in the wind that covered everything, the long sword guarding the leader snapped from the intruder's forearm.

At that moment, the blade made of steel seemed to be countless times more fragile than dried leaves.

The leader held the broken sword blankly.

Under his expression of consternation, the intruder opened his right arm, which had been split in half, and his fingers moved miraculously.

Between the sparks and flints, he caught the falling broken blade, then gently shook his right hand.

Following his movements, the broken blade flew three steps away, and sank into the throat of the last guard—his sword had just been drawn two-thirds.

The next second, the intruder swung his left fist, an unremarkable uppercut, hitting the guard leader's abdomen.

In the harsh wind, great power surged.

The leader of the guard opened his eyes in shock, and his legs were off the ground.

His body bends under this fist and was lifted up by the intruder, turning into a curved "A" shape in mid-air.

The wind is getting quieter.

The other five guards stared in disbelief, or covered their throats, or held their chests, and fell to the ground one after another.

The leader's broken sword slipped weakly from his hand.

As the broken sword was about to land, the intruder drew his right foot, kicked it up and grabbed it in his right hand.

Silent silence.

Tales noticed that the right hand of the intruder, which should have been split, was now intact.

Not even a drop of blood came out.

Only the sleeve that was split in half told the incredible scene just now.

Tyles stared at the smooth and delicate right hand with wide eyes, suddenly feeling the creeps.

"You..." The guard leader stared, his arm twitching in the pain, and blood was flowing from his mouth.

"I just said," the intruder still held his left fist high, raised the guard leader in the air, and said coldly: "Because there is not enough time."

The next second, the guard leader closed his eyes and dropped his arm that was no longer moving.

The intruder gently leaned over, slowly lowered the leader's body, and then put the broken sword on the body.

He straightened up, tore off the wig and the disguise of his face, revealing the original brown hair, and coldly said to the corpse: "So it is too late to disguise my eyes."

The harsh wind has now completely subsided.

The silence returned to the cell, as if nothing happened just now.

Except for the slowly expanding pool of blood on the ground, and the six more corpses just now.

Thyls looked at the guards lying around in shock, his heart pounding.

This is...

Cohen and Miranda looked at each other in surprise.

"Impossible..." This was Cohen who was almost sluggish, shaking his head desperately.

Wiya's jaw almost fell to the ground.

The intruder who killed six people in a row with incredible means turned slightly and walked towards Thales.

His eyes are cold.

Tyles drew back subconsciously, shielding the shivering little slippery head behind him—he would not forget the command the stranger had just brought.

Looking at the prince's expression, the young intruder narrowed his eyes, as if looking carefully.

The prince tried his best to adjust his breathing, and saw the intruder's face clearly in tension.

The stranger is very young, but in his twenties, he has a handsome face with a unique outline.

It is unforgettable at first sight~IndoMTL.com~He is a little familiar...who is it?

Thyls' question was quickly answered.

"His Royal Highness Thales, meet for the first time."

The terrible intruder knelt down on one knee in front of Thales across the fence, with a subtle expression of a smile but a smile, his right fist against the heart, and bowed in salute:

"Raphael Lindbergh."

Thyls looked at this man blankly, somehow unable to react.

Although the opponent's actions were respectful, Thales couldn't feel even a trace of respect in his tone.

The intruder slowly raised his head, blocking the six bodies behind him.

He raised his mouth slightly, revealing a pair of rare and strange dark red eyes:

"From the secret branch of the Kingdom."