Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 40: The Kingslayer

Just when Thales and the others fled the city gate, in the Palace of Valor, in front of the Hall of Heroes, there was a tense confrontation that had been rare since the founding of Exeter.

In the twinkling fire, the guards of the four princes and the entourage of a few special nobles were not allowed to enter and stay with the guards of the White Blade Guards and the palace guards standing together at the dinner party. The unique tacit understanding of people stands in a battle, with bows and crossbows wound, swords unsheathed, with an ugly expression in front of the Hall of Heroes, guarding the nobles in this oval stone hall.

On the opposite side of them, there are a large number of unidentified strange soldiers, guarding the corners and corridors firmly.

Their people are all dressed in patrol costumes and equipment, densely packed, almost standing on every porch outside the hall. These soldiers stepped on the historic floor tiles, and many of them couldn’t help but look at the surrounding decorations with strange and awe. It seemed that it was the first time they had visited, and they were a little uncomfortable with the significance of this to the North. An extraordinary palace.

What's even more strange is that the leader of this group of uninvited guests is actually a short female swordsman. Her eyes are indifferent and fearless, and the fingers of her right hand are constantly flicking on the hilt of the sword.

Under the shining of the brazier, Grand Duke Ronnie of Qiyuan City walked out of the dim hero hall with a face of coldness and anger. The guards and entourages on both sides made way for him. The vigilance has never been put down.

The long Lord Qiyuan City swung back a servant who was about to put a cloak on him, and looked at the uninvited guests in front of him coldly, and his eyes turned on their swords.

"Show up, it doesn't matter if you hide anymore."

Grand Duke Culicon Ronnie retracted his fierce gaze and said coldly: "We can smell the disgusting breath that belongs to your territories only through three stone steps, but your soldiers belong to the North Land. Extraordinarily different."

The soldiers of the "patrol team" in the first row exchanged a few glances, but they seemed to be well-educated and still said nothing, just staring coldly at the guards and guards defending the Hall of Heroes.

"Where is the Burning Knight?" Grand Duke Ronnie snorted, not looking at the leading female leader: "No matter what you are going to do to siege the Valiant Palace or murder the Grand Duke, you will not let a soft girl. Can you lead the soldiers?"

The short female swordsman's face was cold.

Her right hand no longer flicked, but instead clenched the hilt of the sword, taking a defiant step forward.

"Be careful, Grand Duke," she said in a bad tone, her eyes full of contempt and contempt: "Your little life is in the hands of this soft lady."

"Little girl," Grand Duke Ronnie shook his head disdainfully: "Go home and weave, the sword is very heavy."

Clang!

The swordswoman's weapon suddenly came out of its sheath.

Like a flock of birds disturbed by a bowstring, the guards around the Grand Duke, whether the blade guard or the court guard, or the entourage of Qiyuan City, all rushed up nervously!

But they stopped alive: Grand Duke Ronnie raised his right palm, holding them firmly to his side.

The female swordsman looked at Grand Duke Qiyuan City with a frosty face, her blade stopped in front of Duke Ronnie's throat.

The Grand Duke was motionless from his eyes to his body, but he stared at her without flinching, as if it wasn't a sword that was pushing his throat.

"It's okay," Ronnie said coldly, "Look at our little cutie, if he really has the ability to hold a sword."

A cold light flashed in his eyes: "And the guts to kill a grand prince."

The female swordsman's eyes were cold, and the blade of her sword moved forward without hesitation, touching her skin.

Ronnie's pupils shrank.

He has a cold neck and blood has flowed.

Behind the Grand Duke, the entourage's inhalation sound is clearly heard.

But Ronnie's resolute face still showed no expression.

At this moment, a thick and deep male voice came from the "patrol team."

"Be polite, Croix," a middle-aged aristocrat in uniform with a vicissitudes face and steady feet slowly walked out of the crowd: "We are not here to fight."

Behind him were two nobles, one dressed in plate armor with a stiff face, the other tall and thin, with sharp eyes.

The female swordsman Kro Ashe snorted, and then she stepped back and retracted the sword.

Ronnie lowered his head slowly, stretched out his hand to wipe his neck, and looked at the blood on his hand with a subtle expression.

The soldiers of the "patrol" made way for the newcomers.

"Don't be so nervous, everyone," the tall and thin young nobleman smiled and bowed politely to the guards: "We are not enemies, and we should not face each other with swords."

Ronnie put down his hand, his eyes rolled around the new three, and he gave a slight hum.

"Sure enough, surprises will never be late," Grand Duke Ronnie's expression became colder and colder, and he stared at the middle-aged nobleman:

"Charman Rumba."

His entourage frowned.

The Grand Duke of Lombard nodded imperceptibly.

The eyes of the two grand princes met in the air, one side was cold and the other was plain.

In the next second, Ronnie's eyes moved back to the female swordsman.

"Hey, Croaich, is it?" Grand Duke Ronnie turned his words, his eyebrows were raised interestingly, and a different look appeared in his eyes: "Your sword is very stable."

He looked at Kroaishi's long sword, felt the pain in his neck, and nodded approvingly: "Very kind."

But Croash just stared at him coldly, without saying a word.

Grand Duke Ronnie's eyes moved.

"My wife passed away a year ago."

"The Ronnie family and the city of Qiyuan are short of a grand duchess," Grand Duke Ronnie let out an uncontained gaze, looked at Croaich from head to toe, and then solemnly said: "Are you interested? "

Rumba frowned slightly as he watched their interaction.

Crow Ash also squinted.

"Go and find an obedient woman worker who can only weave, Lord Duke," she retracted the long sword into the scabbard, speaking coldly and fiercely: "Save me on the wedding night..."

Croaig glanced at the archduke's crotch unabashedly: "Cut off your two balls."

Grand Duke Ronnie laughed bravely, but his gaze on Croaich became more and more subtle.

"Digging out my subordinates blatantly," the Grand Duke of Rumba said flatly: "I'm afraid it's not appropriate, right?"

Grand Duke Ronnie turned to Rumba, his resolute face, the original smile became indifferent: "Ask and you won't be hurt."

Rumba raised his eyebrows.

The tall aristocrat Viscount Cambida next to him whispered a few words behind the grand prince's ear.

"Why, if I don't take this sword," Grand Duke Ronnie drew his length to the back of his neck and said coldly: "Are you never going to appear again?"

"Of course not," Rumba's expression remained unchanged, "I just want to wait for everyone."

At this moment, another voice was inserted into the conversation under the sword.

"Don't bother," a sleek and sophisticated voice cleverly appeared between the conversation between the two: "We are all waiting for your visit."

Duke Ronnie walked out from behind a man with a lid to rebuild the Tower Duke. Perseus Trudida of the Trudida family had a playful smile, but his eyes were full of vigilance and coldness. .

"When was the last time we met, Charman?" Trudida said with a smile: "Twelve years ago?"

Rumba looked at this neighbor of the reconstruction tower, who was also south of Exeter, next to the black sand collar, with fear and thought in his eyes.

"Five years ago," he said lightly: "When the stars were at war with the orcs, the emergency meeting of our three southern princes."

"Oh? Really," Trudida slapped his lid and suddenly said, "Yes, if there is no benefit, it won't show up. This is you."

He chuckled.

"I ignored the king's invitation, but at the moment when the king was missing and the Dragon City was in chaos, did he bring thousands of people into the Heroic Palace's Great Duke Black Sand?" Duke Trudida's prominent jaw slightly Moving, he looked at the soldiers next to Rumba and asked deeply.

"That's why I'm here to find you." Grand Duke Rumba said slowly: "We are facing a very state of affairs, which is of your vital interest."

Grand Duke Ronnie turned his head and sneered disdainfully.

"Very state of affairs?" Another thick voice entered the conversation of the three: "What do you mean?"

Rough-looking, classically dressed Rebion Olesiu also appeared at the entrance of the Heroes' Hall. The beard of the Grand Duke Welland was very conspicuous and impressive.

At this moment, he is looking at Rumba coldly, his eyes full of suspicion and alert.

Rumba's eyes swept across the three princes one by one.

"The king died last night," Charman Lombard said flatly, as if telling an unsurprisingly trivial matter: "We need to talk about Exeter's future."

As soon as this statement came out, there was a lot of commotion whether it was the Black Sands leader or the Valiant Palace.

Viscount Cambeda and Kroaishi crushed their subordinates dissatisfiedly.

But Rumba's eyebrows frowned secretly.

Because he clearly saw that the three grand princes in front of him were still calm and calm.

As if already knew everything.

Yeah.

It seems more difficult than imagined.

Rumba said to himself.

But so what?

But there is another hurdle to cross.

But another Nunn.

"Oh?"

Finally, an old voice sounded behind the three grand princes. The oldest guard city grand prince, the bald Rogers Lecco, walked out slowly while coughing: "That's really unfortunate."

"I think about the king's death," the old man sighed: "You, Charman who suddenly appeared here, have some important news to tell us?"

"As you said, Rogers," Grand Duke Black Sand said solemnly, "I will tell you something."

Grand Duke Lecco laughed, looking at the floor tiles of the Palace of Valor, playfully said: "Then we might as well...speak in the Hall of Heroes?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly and turned sideways to let out the door of the stone hall, revealing the twinkling light of the brazier: "Only five of us are enough."

"You don't need so many pawns."

As soon as this statement came out, the three princes on the side of the Palace of Heroes looked at Rumba together, with different eyes.

But they all contain deep suspicion and guard.

This is Exeter.

Rumba sighed in his heart, then snorted again.

My Exter.

His eyes gradually focused.

Under the gaze of the four high-ranking Grand Duke Exeter, who sat on the same level as him, Chaman Lombard stretched out his hand indifferently, pressing down the Earl Lewand and the Viscount Cambeda who were behind him.

"Of course," he cast his gaze, sweeping across the four colleagues and forming a semicircular formation, firmly guarding the Blade Guard and the court guard at the entrance of the Hall of Heroes, and nodded: "This matter, only Spread among the five of us."

Crow Ash cast an inquiring look at Rumba, but Grand Duke Rumba just stretched out his palm and made a gesture of pressing down

In the next second, Chaman Rumba stepped forward without hesitation, and under the gaze of countless people, he left the black sand-collared soldiers alone.

He walked past countless shining swords and walked towards the stone gate in the Hall of Heroes.

He walked into the airtight formation of the soldiers in the Hall of Valor, leaving them staring at each other.

He walked past Ronnie at the forefront, and got a look of surprise and admiration from the latter.

He walked past Duke Olesiu, and the bearded Duke frowned, his thoughts unclear.

He walked past Trudida and Lecco, and the two exchanged glances, showing anxiety and anxiety.

On the cloak of the Black Sand Grand Duke, the iron fist pattern representing the Rumba family is faintly visible.

It wasn't until he completely walked into the darkness of the Hall of Heroes that the four grand princes recovered and exchanged their eyes.

Cambeda and Count Lewandg gave them a fierce look, and Croaich even knocked on the hilt of his sword, and the threat was self-evident.

"What do you say?" Trudida rolled his eyes.

Olesiu and Lecco frowned and did not speak.

"No," Ronnie looked into the dim hall and said coldly: "Look at what he said."

Chaman Rumba stood quietly in the Hall of Heroes, standing next to the brown-black rectangular table, and the six big braziers on the iron frame, illuminating his face from light to dark with uncertain aura.

He knew that just last night, the young Grand Duke Conkley Peffert was two steps in front of him and his neck was broken by King Nunn.

But at this moment, Rumba is just looking ahead quietly, looking at the theme at the innermost side of the rectangular table.

He remembered that in the countless years of his life, his father and mother brought himself and Harold here countless times, bowing to the master.

King Nunn Walton VII was sitting there, in the main seat, giving orders to the citizens of Exter, from princes to officials, from nobles to commoners.

To raise the king, sit here and control the entire Northland. No, it's half of the Northland. After all, the north of the stars is not in Exeter's hands~ IndoMTL.com~ His eyes turned around the stone hall. , Stay a little bit on the dragon spear cloth flag in the cloud everywhere.

On the innermost wall shelf, the gun stand where the Soul Slaughter Gun should be placed was already empty.

Just like Walton who was once in the sky, like the dragon spear in the clouds that frightened the North.

The dragon spear in the cloud.

At that moment, Rumba wanted to laugh.

"Okay," Grand Duke Olesiu said unceremoniously from behind: "We won't ask you to sit down."

"Go ahead." The bearded man said coldly.

Rumba closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then slowly open his eyes.

"The Kingdom of Stars," Charman Rumba slowly turned around, facing the four princes, with sharp eyes: "The star prince, and their secret department, deliberately planned a Kester’s conspiracy."

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned slightly.

"They even took advantage of the disaster," Lombard said flatly: "Unfortunately, King Nunn died in a conspiracy."

Lecco and Trudida looked at each other, seemingly meaningful.

Rumba took a step forward, clenching his fists.

"The kingdom of giant dragons is facing unprecedented difficulties," the Grand Duke Heisha said coldly, with an unquestionable meaning in his voice: "It's time for us to unite."

No one said anything.

No one moved.

No one responds.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the four princes chuckled in unison.

A light laugh turns into a big laugh.

The laughter turned into a sneer.

The sneer lasted for almost a minute.

The Grand Duke of Lombard frowned.

Finally, Grand Duke Ronnie spoke coldly, unceremoniously:

"Go home and grass yourself, Rumba."

He sighed fiercely, with disdain and contempt in his eyes, as if there was ice for thousands of years:

"The Kingslayer."

(End of this chapter)