Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 43: The strongest piece (middle)

Putilai did not speak, but bowed his head in silence.

Veteran Gernard sighed and watched Thales' eyes slowly changing.

"As for the Northland, as for Exeter, they will live under the lies and will of Rumba, and one day they will even make this kingslayer king." Thales turned his head.

Nicolai snorted.

"Walton has never recovered from this," the prince glanced at Nicolai and Mike, and sneered slightly: "It feels really bad, doesn't it."

Putila let out a breath, her eyebrows tangled.

"As for, escape?"

Tyles continued, his voice a little hollow: "Leave such a mess, where can we escape?"

The prince turned his head and scanned everyone around.

"In the future, I will die in the war-torn Everstar City," Thales said firmly: "Now, I will die in the conspiracy Dragon City."

"Is there a difference?" he asked loudly.

No one speaks.

Until a strong male voice broke the silence.

"Of course there is!"

Everyone turned their heads in surprise.

The young police officer, Cohen Karabyan, came to the back hall with a heavy step, followed by Miranda and Raphael with subtle expressions.

I saw the tall and sturdy police officer shouted: "Choose the latter, at least all of us, can die like a man with a handle..."

Miranda glanced at Cohen coldly.

Raphael covered his mouth and coughed just right.

The excited Cohen's face became stiff, and he quickly added weakly:

"...and women."

Before everyone had time to think about the wonder of this sentence, Thales smiled slightly.

"Thank you for your support," the second prince nodded and said kindly: "Mr. Karabyan."

When Cohen heard the prince’s approval, his eyes immediately turned into crescent shapes: "Just call me Cohen, Your Highness Thales!"

Miranda snorted.

"Yes," Thales looked back, "Horace Canxing once said."

"Since I can't retreat," he looked around the audience, his gaze swept over everyone: "Why not move forward with all your strength?"

Putila shook her hands, her eyes sad.

Cohen looked excited, eager to try.

Raphael's face was indifferent, but his eyes condensed and his fingers kept rubbing.

But Thales' eyes have shifted to the people in the North.

"What do you say, Nicolai?" He said steadily.

Nicolai frowned and stared at the prince.

"It's impossible," the meteorite shook his head and denied: "You? The current you, the current us, are a bit more fundamental than Lombard..."

But Thales interrupted him again.

"Remember your Blade Guard? Commander Nicolai?" The second prince looked at him firmly.

Nicolai looked ugly and his eyes froze.

"You may not remember," Thales snorted, his eyes solemn: "But I remember."

Nicolai clenched his fists.

Melke clasped his shoulders behind him and shook his head slightly.

Tyles sighed, gritted his teeth, remembering, and said bitterly: "I remember those soldiers."

"I remember they stopped in front of the'Migratory Locust Blade' with flesh and blood."

"I remember them holding hands and blocking the deadly crossbow arrows for us."

"I remember they took the last breath, and thrust their swords at the enemy."

Nicolai's face is getting colder and colder.

Almost everyone frowned.

"That is the dragon's guard, the last figure of many of them," Thales raised his head suddenly, and asked in a stretched voice: "Do you remember? Commander?"

Boom!

Nicolai punched hard and hit the wall beside him.

"I personally trained them, remembering the names, faces, and skills of each of them..." The meteorite gritted his teeth, his eyes fired, and angrily said: "You **** don't teach me here. Ass..."

"I'm teaching you!"

Thyls also seemed to be angry. He didn't back down, stepped unceremoniously, and shouted at Nicolai: "Lord Seri Nicolai, and the Coward Meteor-damn it , This title is really ugly!"

Nicolai's eyes were breathing fire, his face flushed, and he clenched his fists about to step forward.

Wya and Rolf protected the prince subconsciously, while Cohen and Miranda put their hands on the hilt.

But Mike on the side of the meteorite stretched out his arms in time, his muscles flared, and pressed Nicolai, who was so angry, "Listen to him!"

Speaking of unaccustomed foul language, Thales took a breath and gritted his teeth:

"And you will listen carefully to me."

"I will not run away, I will go back to the place where we were beaten by the rumba and kept our lives in a hurry."

The prince looked at everyone in front of him, from Putila to Wiya, from Miranda to Raphael, from Mike to Xiaoliu, watching their expressions, and said solemnly:

"We are going to avenge the White Blade Guard, to find justice and truth for them."

"We are going to prove their sacrifice. Their sacrifice is not meaningless."

"We are going to destroy Rumba's plans and plans, no matter what it is."

"We are going to...save this city that is bleeding too much."

Tyles finished speaking and patted his chest.

Nicolai clenched his teeth and sneered: "This is suicide."

"Just choose a better way to die."

Thyls looked up again.

"Yes, our group of stars are going to commit suicide." He said coldly.

"Northlander," the second prince pushed away from Huaia and walked to Nicolai, staring at the meteorite with sword-like eyes:

"Are you coming?"

The air seemed to freeze.

Nikolai stared at the second prince of the stars fiercely.

The faces of the Blade Guard alternately appeared before his eyes.

And that guy.

Caslan.

And him.

Nicolae's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and violent power surged in his body

Melke's face changed, and his hands on Nicolai's shoulders grew harder.

Everyone watched this scene nervously.

After a while.

Nicolai shook his arm sharply and broke free of Mike's grip.

"Grass!"

He struggled and took a sip.

The meteorite looked behind Thales--a nervous little slicker.

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

"The Waltons’ orphans are here," Nicolai turned his head, frowning, his face distorted, he looked at Mike, as if explaining something, "I can’t, I can’t risk At the risk of damaging her..."

He gritted his teeth, struggling to try to convince himself.

Angry but unwilling.

"But I want to help him." A small female voice reached everyone's ears.

Nicolai froze.

"What?" He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the little girl.

Xiao Qiantou seemed a little scared, but she still resisted the fear and leaned close to Thales.

The prince gave her an encouraging and grateful look.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Slicker's head was shaking slightly, she swallowed.

"I said, I want to help Thales," the girl's words were a little hesitant and lacking in confidence, "I don't, I don't want to run away anymore."

In response to everyone's strange gaze, she still said firmly: "We, we are from the North, aren't we?"

Nicolai and Mike Qi are all startled.

"The descendants of Walton, never escaped from fighting." The girl closed her eyes, as if she could find some courage in this way. Her eyes fell to the bridge of her nose: "Before the entire army was wiped out, Solon, King of Wrath Walton once fought fiercely all day and night with an axe."

"Finally, he opened his eyes angrily and watched King Nightwing twist his head-even if he failed, he would have to witness his own death with his own eyes."

Little Slick opened his eyes tremblingly, forcing himself to look at Nicolai, whose eyes were like a knife, and said:

"We can't escape, and I don't want to escape."

Hearing this, Mike suddenly laughed softly.

"You are a real Walton," I saw that the king's former official had a sad look in his eyes, and he didn't know what he thought: "This...Miss."

Little Slick thought of Alex, shrank, and stepped back behind Thales, not daring to look at Mike's eyes again.

"Your Majesty's choice was not wrong." Mike laughed sadly.

"What did you say, old friend?"

Nicolai's face gradually loosened.

He exhaled.

A few seconds later, the meteorite also laughed.

The laughter was relieved and desolate.

"," Nicolai gave Thales a fierce look, then said to Mike: "Aren't you all written on your face."

Melke nodded, looking sad: "I'm going to let the boys prepare."

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, what about your plan?" Nicolai said fiercely: "Previously declare that I refuse to charge a wild boar with no brains, Your Highness of the Stars."

Tyles squinted his eyes: "You will be satisfied-maybe."

"We are probably all crazy." The meteorite snorted coldly, disdainfully said: "Listen to the words of the two children-to die?"

Putila sighed deeply and took a step at this moment.

His calm voice sounded: "What did Lord Hansen say?"

Putilla looked at Raphael, who had been taciturn, "Does Secret also agree? This is not a simple decision-it is about the future of the kingdom, and it is best to have Secret support and plans."

Raphael instantly attracted everyone's attention.

In other words, Thales secretly said in his heart: It was the black prophet who attracted everyone's attention.

I saw the young man in the secret department frowned slightly.

"Lord Lord, temporarily unable to communicate," Raphael said indifferently, not caring about the various gazes projected on him: "So here and now..."

His eyes focused: "I am the will of the secret department."

Putila put his hand in his arms, took out his favorite pipe, absently filled with tobacco: "Then what do you mean?"

Raphael glanced at Miranda, who just held the saber tightly, pursing his lips, and said nothing.

It reminded him of the little girl twelve years ago.

At that time, she ~IndoMTL.com~ was doing the same with her lips, curled up in the corner shivering.

Chuddled up in a pile of dead people.

Raphael chuckled in his heart.

The young man in the secret department turned his head, his eyes decisive and firm.

"Since it is the prince's decision," he is still cynical and relaxed, but what he says is very formal: "Of course Secret Branch will fully support and provide all help."

Thyls nodded at Raphael.

"Besides, he is not completely uncertain." Raphael glanced at Thales.

"Fine," Putila lowered his head, lit his pipe, and said with tired eyes: "He is a star after all."

Thyls sighed: "Lord Putille Nieman."

"Go and do it," Putila looked up again, his expression calmer, and he spit out a puff of smoke: "If this is your will."