Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 76: Fate’s fold

"We are very excited, very excited."

Caslan coughed, like an ordinary old man, remembering the past years: "Several of us, including Little Lisban, share the same ideals, and we are also tired of family and family, territory and territory. These kind of grievances in between."

"So that's it," Kaslan looked at the stone pillar against Nicolai's back, in a mournful tone: "You can't imagine that, for Exeter, we have been around Nunn, and we have experienced it for decades. What happened."

Nicolai raised his head unconsciously and looked to the ceiling.

"At first it was just a small thing: to consolidate the prince’s authority and power, to protect the endangered family loyal to the prince, to punish the vassals in their pockets," the old man’s eyes flashed with a strange light: "Break the practice of the Blade Guard, choose Some candidates from low births have trained Nunn to serve as an alternate guard who is only loyal to him and has no family worries...including you, Big Mouth, Byrne, Isaiah, you were all recruited by me at that time. "

At that moment, Nicolai's breathing was stagnant, and he almost blurted out what he bit in his mouth.

The day he was recruited into the White Blade Guard...

The boss...

"Everything is for a future king to realize his ambitions and be prepared."

Caslan's face dimmed, and his tone changed:

"But with Nunn ascending to the throne, things started to change."

"He has more and more enemies, he needs a sharper knife and a stronger shield."

"My mission is becoming more and more unscrupulous, and there is less and less bottom line-from hunting down criminals, to blackmailing political opponents, kidnapping children, to forging crimes to frame opponents, and even burning the barns where farmers spend the winter..."

Nicolai squeezed his fist, suppressing his emotions.

He paid attention to Caslan's shadow under the firelight, and his eyes kept patrolling the surrounding weapon racks, trying to find a way to get rid of the opponent's javelin threat.

My accuracy is not as good as him, and I can't compete with him in the javelin in the long range.

I need...

"Yes, my relationship with Mrs. Kashan and the darkroom is much closer than you think," Kaslan said sadly, focusing on the back of the stone pillar, "There are still many things, Nunn doesn’t want to Let the darkroom intervene and it will be handled by us."

"I used to **** the doctor to Weiland overnight so that he could poison the heir of Grand Duke Olesiu."

"As the king's emissary, I instigated the vassals of Qiyuan City to resist their lords and found reasons for the intervention of Longxiao City."

"I even pretended to be a robber and killed the nobles who were dissatisfied with the king from generation to generation-from the male owner to the female family... Except for a naive girl, no one stayed."

"I also instigated my nephew Harold privately and convinced him to fall to Nunn, even if it might endanger his relationship with his father..."

Caslan closed his eyes, his chest tightness.

What he didn't expect was that in the end, Holt would be so cruel that his two sons would kill each other to get rid of Nunn's control...

"So," Nicolai snorted coldly, "That's why the Red Witch always wants to pry something out of my mouth, the White Blade Guard."

Caslan sighed.

"I'm trying to convince myself that this is for Exeter," Caslan said painfully: "For the sake of ideals, I can even leave my family behind, let alone my honor and conscience?"

"Under the sun, I lead by example, a glorious, majestic, and respected hand-to-hand commander," the old man endured the pain in his chest while breathing and breathing, "in the shadow, my heart is like a stone, unscrupulous , The ruthless king killer, with the first batch of guard members doing the most dirty and secretive activities."

"You once said that you saw through my hypocritical noble face," Kaslan whispered: "You are right, I don't deserve to stand in front of you and speak to you as a commander. "

A cold question came from behind the stone pillar: "Why?"

Caslan closed his eyes.

"Nun has changed," Kaslan knew what he wanted to ask, and sighed regretfully: "He is old, suspicious, vigilant, sensitive, selfish, and conservative."

"For a new Exter, Nunn must control powerful power. This is a necessary method." Kaslan clenched the javelin in his hand, his eyes were complicated: "But, I don't know when it started. The means has become an end, but the original purpose has been forgotten early."

"We eat to live, stab our heads, but we shouldn't live to eat." His tone became more painful.

"The longer he became the king, the more he...he cared about the status of Dragon City more than Exeter's strength, and he cared more about his son's inheritance rights than the future of the kingdom-Nunn became He has become the most traditional Monarch Exeter. In addition to his family and rule, he is already powerless and unwilling to find his ideals."

"Controlling power has become Nunn's only goal, and'for Exeter' has turned into a pale excuse," Kaslan observed every place where Nicolai might rush out, and placed the opponent's stone pillars The shadow behind is locked in the field of vision, waiting patiently for the opponent: "This makes everything we have done in the past few decades look like a joke."

Nicolai sneered.

"Do you know what you are doing now," the meteorite suppressed his anger, trying to make himself sound indifferent: "Everything you taught us looks like a joke."

Caslan paused for a second, his face mixed with imperceptible guilt and pain.

"So I am tired."

"I withdrew, I gave up," the old man exhaled and shook his head: "I stood under the steps that day and questioned him for the last time in front of all the subjects: Do you still remember my original ideals? . I asked him: Since when has he been involuntarily compromising to reality?"

Nicolai did not speak.

"You know what happened afterwards," Kaslan said with a touch of sadness: "The king was furious, and a large number of old people and I were cleared out of the Blade Guard."

Silence.

The brazier burned more and more vigorously, reflecting the shadows of the two people on both sides of the stone pillars.

"Yes," Nicolai took a deep breath, seemingly painful: "And I was promoted exceptionally and became the acting commander of the Blade Guard—"

Before speaking, the next moment, the meteorite suddenly rose from behind the stone pillar!

The battle started again without warning.

Caslan did not hesitate, and threw the javelin accurately and sharply.

The javelin with amazing strength shot through the enemy's body.

"Hey!"

Pitch him to the ground!

However, Kaslan, who had been observing the shadow of the opponent with rich experience, immediately noticed that something was wrong-it was only Nicolae's leather armor that was stabbed by the javelin.

The real meteorite threw out from the other side of the stone pillar, with thin armor and little protection!

Caslan reacted very quickly, spotting the gap between Nicolai's injured leg and landing, and the second javelin shot without delay!

Listening to the sound of the wind in the ear, the meteorite felt cold.

It's over.

Failed to lie to him.

Just now.

"Nicolai!" A familiar voice sounded.

Nikolai suddenly raised his head, only to see a circular disk flying towards him!

The meteorite did not hesitate, and the power of ending exploded, and his feet folded unimaginably, catching such an object in midair.

The javelin came.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound.

Caslan's pupils shrank.

His javelin pierced the disk in Nicolai's hand--a round shield with thick wood skin.

The tip of the gun plunged into the shield, so it could pierce the shield, causing Nicolai to sink his hand.

The meteorite clenched his teeth, pulled out the javelin from the shield, and held it in his right hand.

But Kaslan has no time to take care of Nicolai, so he turned around solemnly and looked at Nicolai's helpers warily.

"Byrne," Caslan frowned, but a trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes: "Long time no see."

But as a former officer of the Blade Guard and the King, Byrne Melk, who stood at the door of the armory, obviously didn't like to respond to the enthusiasm of the old boss.

"Sorry, boss, it's not that I don't want to reminisce about the old." In the distance, Mike's face was heavy. He took two hatchets from the weapon rack and waved his arms violently: "But I just saw My own daughter..."

"In a bad mood now!"

Caslan's face changed, and the javelin shot almost simultaneously with Mike's two throwing axes!

"Whoo!" "Whoo!"

The javelin and the throwing axe cross in the air!

"Shit!"

Despite circumventing as much as possible, Mike was stabbed in the thigh by Caslan's 100-shot javelin, and he fell into a large row of weapon racks in severe pain.

But it is enough.

Milk thought so.

In the metal chaos, Caslan held a javelin and pulled a throwing axe away, but was scratched on his left arm by another axe—a large piece of flesh was taken away.

The old man took a deep breath, holding back the sharp pain in his chest.

As for the accuracy of the throw, Byrne is still so good.

Thinking about this, he turned around, and the third javelin shot again.

Those who took the opportunity to rush at high speed-Nicolai!

"Boom!"

The thick shield of the meteorite once again blocked the javelin. Due to the momentum of his charge, this time the spear head even pierced half of the shield surface and prodded it out of Nicolai's wrist.

Nikolai in the charge subconsciously turned the buckler and replaced the stabbed place on the shield to the lower half.

Sure enough, there was another dull sound in the next second: "Bang!"

The fourth javelin struck at the same angle and position, piercing his shield again, and the previous javelin hit the ends of the shield.

Nicolae's heart is cold: If you didn't turn the shield just now...

But he doesn't need to worry anymore.

Nicolai decisively threw away the heavy shield of hard work and raised the javelin in his right hand—he came back to the position three steps in front of Kaslan!

Caslan also solemnly threw away the remaining javelin, only the one in his right hand was left.

The next second, both of them raised their right hands at the same time.

"Hey!"

Almost face to face distance, two javelins pierced each other in the air.

Caslan, who was still holding his right hand in the air, subconsciously dodged, and the enemy's javelin plunged into the weapon rack behind him, leaving only a trace of blood on his face.

"Shit!"

But Nicolai did not evade, letting Kaslan's javelin penetrate his left shoulder!

"Ah!" Nicolai pressed the sharp pain in his left shoulder with a grimace, and threw his right fist in Kaslan's strange eyes.

The power of the end blasted from his bones, and his fists were instantly reflexed twice in the air to avoid the opponent's two interceptions.

At this moment, Caslan's composure changed suddenly.

"Boom!"

In the strange metal dull sound, Kaslan locked Nicolai's throat, and the meteorite's fist was imprinted on Kaslan's body!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Strangely, Nicolai's fist didn't go straight to the point, but just hit Kaslan's right armpit.

The meteorite dropped his fist weakly.

Kaslan trembled uncontrollably, let go of his hand on his throat, and Nicolai, who blushed, finally breathed out.

The two stood there, shaking each other.

"Plop!"

Nicolai could no longer support the serious injury of his left shoulder, and fell to the ground with a javelin.

But also unexpectedly, Kaslan turned pale, his lips trembled, and his upper body trembling unceasingly.

He stretched out his barely graspable left hand in pain, and covered his right armpit.

The old man's face kept twitching, as if suffering great pain.

The next moment, Kaslan spouted a big mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, like an old man with a dying wind, completely losing all strength.

His face dimmed.

"How did you know?" Kaslan trembled his teeth, cautiously said in the softest voice, as if for fear of waking the kitten: "Right armpit."

The blood flowing from the corners of his mouth is terrifying.

Nicolai lay on his side feebly, reaching for the javelin on his left shoulder.

"Monty, he has the best eyesight and the most stable hands," the meteorite said with difficulty: "So on the night when you were seriously injured and dying and were replaced with metal ribs, he was selected as an assistant and stayed with him all the time. ——He knows."

Caslan's eyes narrowed.

Ned Monty with Big Mouth.

That annoying country coward has only women in his mind.

Huh.

Kaslan laughed helplessly in his heart.

"Monty only told me one," Nicolai closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth: "There is a fragile joint on the side of your new skeleton. That is your weakness, as long as it is strong enough— He told me to watch your safety when fighting..."

Speaking of this, Nicolai's chest felt so tight that he couldn't continue.

The weakness of the boss.

That should be the place they swear to guard.

But...

Nicolai clenched his fists, his eyes astringent.

Caslan sat trembling on the ground, leaning against the weapon rack behind him, and sighed of relief and relief.

As he breathed, blood continuously poured out of his mouth and nose, soaking the clothes on his chest.

"Javelin?"

Caslan, whose upper body was about to be soaked in blood, glanced at the rows of javelin racks beside him indifferently: "Did you force me here on purpose?"

"You are used to fighting with your right arm in order to protect your weaknesses," Nicolai said lostly: "I have to find an opportunity to raise your right arm completely, such as when throwing a javelin."

Caslan raised his eyebrows and let out a bleak laugh.

...on the stabbing hand.

This ending...not bad either.

"Pretty, haha, prickly, you...cough, cough cough--"

Not long after the laughter continued, Kaslan frowned and hissed again, coughing fiercely in pain.

Following his movements, Kaslan's chest made a frightening rattle, and the old man's face was sharply distorted.

Nicolai closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at the old boss's expression.

Damn—Nicolai stretched out his hand desperately to reach the javelin on his shoulder, hoping it would share some attention—it couldn't pull it out.

At this moment, Nicolai felt a slight pain in his left shoulder.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and found that Kaslan was stretching his left hand, holding the javelin firmly on his shoulder.

"Endure," Kaslan whispered, and then spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth: "It may be painful."

Nicolai slammed his shoulder hard, watching Kaslan pull the javelin out of his shoulder.

He didn't even notice the pain.

Nicolai remembered that afternoon many years ago.

As he was dying, the executioner Caslan picked up the piece of wood from the ground and brought it to his mouth.

"Bite," the iceberg of the year pulled the whip on the handle and said coldly: "This will hurt."

Nicolai flung off the memory, he struggled to sit up from the ground, and the power of the end began to tighten his muscles.

He looked at Caslan, who was leaning on the weapon rack and vomiting blood, his face was painful, but he felt more resentful in his heart.

"Talia," Nicolai said with a gray face: "Your wife...do you have anything I want to bring to her?"

At that moment, Kaslan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Talia..."

Caslan's eyes dimmed, and he shook his head: "No."

"She is no longer there."

Nicolai looked up slightly, unable to hide his surprise: "How come? She is only forty..."

Caslan's breath began to weaken.

He raised his hand hard and wiped the blood off his chest.

The old man's face was gloomy. He raised a trembling hand and carefully took out a piece of red silk from his pocket.

"A year ago, she finally found out." Kaslan looked at the red silk cloth intoxicatedly, and slowly opened it, as if there was a rare treasure in it: "When I confessed to her Before, she found out: I am the same person back then..."

Caslan's hand shook slightly: "The robber who robbed her family caravan, killed her father, mother, brother, and killed her whole family, but missed a six-year-old girl. The boss'."

Nicolai froze.

"Since then, Talia has fallen ill—even the best doctors cannot find the cause of her disease."

Kaslan seemed to be more and more unable to control his hands freely, but he was still shivering, and lifted the red silk cloth in his hands inch by inch: "She's just like that, lying on the bed every day and enduring extreme pain, like Like the most beautiful flower, it withers day after day."

"It was the hardest battle in my life-I would rather fight with Thacker for thirty rounds, against Shao for two hundred swords, and for Shira Darklei ten more lives. I was beaten by Jasmine twenty more punches, and I didn’t want to face it.” Kaslan coughed fiercely, looking painful: “But I can only watch Talia die day by day, try to explain to her and explain that. It’s the king’s order, and it’s my involuntary choice."

Kaslan finally opened the piece of red silk cloth, eyes sparkling.

"At the last moment, Talia told me with a strong smile that maybe this was the will of the gods: she was destined to atone for my past."

Nicolai looked at the silk thing blankly.

It was an inconspicuous black stone.

On the stone, there are two little figures carved: a bigger figure leads the other smaller figure.

The villain was carved crookedly, extremely rough, basically just limbs with lines underneath a circle.

It's obviously a child's play.

However, Kaslan looked at the stone obsessively, and the shaking in his hands became bigger and bigger: "Finally, I held her almost weightless body and asked myself: Earth-shaking Caslan Rumba, you What is the meaning of his life?"

The sound of mopping the floor came from a distance—Melke dragged his pierced thigh, crawling towards this side one by one.

Caslan's eyes were mournful, and he smiled weakly at the climbing Mike: "For a moment, I started to hate Nunn."

"Until a few months ago, Nunn's last son died in the stars," the old man shook his head, and every word he said was mixed with a lot of blood oozing out of his mouth and nose: "Looking at that day In the sunset, I suddenly felt sorry for him again: we all lost everything we cherished, half a lifetime of hard work, and disappeared overnight."

"The once high-spirited Prince Walton fell into the vicious circle he wove and fell into the fate of Lord Exter, unable to go out, just as miserable as my brothers and nephews."

Nicolai pulled off a piece of clothing, tied his injured shoulder tightly, gritted his teeth and said: "Idiot."

Melke crawled to Nicolai's side and stared at the old boss with him in a daze.

"At that moment, it was like a fire burning in my chest, suffering inexplicably, I don't know why," Kaslan's voice became smaller and smaller: "However, when King Nunn sent someone to find me, When I wanted me to inherit the throne of Black Sand, I suddenly understood what the fire was."

Caslan's eyes lit up, and his hands pressed hard, squeezing the stone in the palm of his hand.

"I don't hate him anymore, but this is not over yet."

"Everything that Nunn and I started back then," Kaslan struggled, tears bursting into his eyes: "It's not over yet."

"What Nunn couldn't do, what Nunn gave up, what Rage didn't dare to face," Kaslan coughed, his face pale and shivered: "I will do it for him. ...Be loyal to him."

"This is what I mean for the rest of my life."

Melke looked at him in disbelief.

Nicolai pressed his shoulders tightly, lowered his head and said nothing.

Only the fist keeps tightening.

Just now.

"Boss."

Melke, lying on the ground, said in a low voice.

"When you know that you are betraying him and betraying your majesty by doing this," Mike's expression was sad and painful, and his words intermittently: "What is it like?"

Nicolai couldn't help but glance at Mike.

Caslan rolled his eyes gradually cloudy.

He grinned his lips and asked with a smile, "Have I betrayed him?"

Milk was startled.

Silence.

"That's right."

"I thought about it, stabbing his head." The old man's eyebrows moved.

Nicolai raised his head, looking at Kaslan with a complicated expression.

Caslan's eyes slowly faded, and the corners of his mouth no longer vomit blood.

"Your name for the power of the end," Kaslan looked at the ceiling, forced a smile, and whispered: "It's better to call..."

"Fate's turn."

Nicolai and Mike have a slight meal.

"Hey," a second later, the meteorite snorted disdainfully: "What kind of ghost name is this..."

"DaDa!" A small voice came, blocking Nicolai's words in his throat.

Nicolai and Melk tremble together.

The stone engraved with two villains has just rolled from Kaslan's hand.

The two slowly turned their heads.

I saw the legend of the Blade Guard, the earth-shaking Caslan Rumba was lying quietly on the weapon rack with his eyes closed, silent and unresponsive.

Melke looked at Caslan, who was no longer moving, with a dazed expression.

The silence lasted for several seconds.

Until Nicolai slowly reached out and grabbed the rock in his hand.

On the back of the stone~IndoMTL.com~A typo is engraved slantingly:

Casslan Paulo Talia

Nicolai's eyes astringent, he turned his head abruptly, and clenched the stone in his palm.

"Boom!"

The meteorite gritted his teeth and kicked the weapon rack beside him severely.

He lay back, turned his head away from Mike and Kaslan, grabbed a hand of his face, his breath was slightly thick, and his chest was undulating.

"Fuck," Nicolet whispered vaguely.

The brazier that has just been lit is getting stronger and stronger.

In the armory, two mature men fell to the ground in silence.

Beside them, the old warrior fell asleep.

Wake up no more.