Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 81: Chasing soldiers

Haoyue, rock, bonfire, field, man.

When Thales woke up, the **** senses gave him such a scene.

Good, he is not tied up.

Tyles opened his eyes lightly, and quietly groped his waist under the pain in the back of his head and bursts of dizziness.

"Are you looking for this?"

The gong-like voice sounded.

Tyles sighed, gave up groping, sat up with difficulty, and patted the dust on his clothes: "That's mine."

By the campfire at night, Monty sat leaning against a tree with a carefree expression, looking at him with a smile on his face.

The jc dagger spins back and forth gently in the man's hand, making many tricks.

"I have to say, it's sharp."

Death Crow turned the dagger into a backhand, slashed it quickly in the air, and retracted his arm in the slight sound of breaking through the air.

"I also know a lot about weapons, but I can't recognize that its raw material is probably some kind of rare metal. Tsk tsk, the royal family is the royal family." Monty played the jc's blade with interest. Ground tongue said.

Tyles twisted his neck helplessly, and watched the surroundings by the way, soothing the back of his head.

They are no longer in the original woods, but in a complex and rocky wilderness, and the man made a fire under a huge rock slanting away from the wind.

There are two horses tied to the tree behind Monty. They have excellent saddles. One of them is equipped with a quiver, and the other is even a war horse with a sword and shield.

In the senses of hell, Monty’s silhouette is no different from a normal person, showing a transparent human form, but Thales can see it, just like the fortress flower, kingdom’s fury, and the meteorite, this extreme master’s There is a strange power hidden in the body, lurking between the muscles and blood vessels, accidentally surprised.

The horse is on the opposite side, and there are no weapons. This is a wilderness I am unfamiliar with, and the enemy is still very powerful.

Thyls shook his head secretly: The chance of escape is small.

As he watched carefully, Monty had put down his dagger and threw a piece of dried meat and a water bag from a distance.

Thyls caught it in a hurry, then frowned slightly.

"That's it?"

The prince patted the dust on the jerky and said with disgust: "Since you have made a fire, you can't hunt for some meat or something?"

Monty shook his head, not taking it seriously.

"Sorry, your honorable Highness."

"In the wild, the smell of meat would cause unnecessary trouble and light a fire. It's too much," The Dead Crow grabbed another portion of jerky, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed with relish, "Of course, you can Choose not to eat."

Tyles sighed again, seemingly sad, took a bite of the jerky, and looked at Monty dissatisfiedly, making it difficult to eat.

The man on the opposite side seemed to look at the prince who couldn't eat his food with interest, and made a low mockery.

"Where is this place?" The prince seemed to give up the protest, staring at Monty sullenly, and sweeping the jc dagger beside him:

"Where are we?"

Monty tore another bite of the dried meat, deliberately chuckles:

"On the road."

On the road.

Thyls frowned slightly: "Wow, so precise."

"I'm so sorry that I didn't bring you a map," Monty said sarcastically, "Your Majesty."

"The people of Secret Science, those who should have met me in the jungle..." Thales said lightly: "What did you do to them?"

Monty laughed.

He laughed happily, shaking his shoulders, as if he was very happy when he thought of it.

This made Thales' heart a lot.

"Didn't I tell you," Monty blinked, her face glamorous: "They're'busy'."

Thyls, with a sinking expression, did not respond, but silently opened the water bag.

He buttoned the spout on his mouth, silently activated the **** senses, and carefully observed the surroundings again, including the position of the moon.

It's late at night, and at least several hours have passed since he stunned me.

Just...

Strange.

"Only you?" The prince asked faintly after taking a sip of water.

Monty frowned.

"How?"

Death Crow squinted slightly, a trace of alertness flashed in his eyes:

"Do you think that if you are the only one, you might have a chance?"

Tyles glanced at the bag with the crossbow beside him, then looked at the jc dagger lying quietly on the ground, and sighed slightly.

"Forget it."

"I never imagined that I could single out Exeter's most famous outpost."

Monty chuckled slightly.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Dead Crow, making Thales feel like a man on his back again, and fidgeting: "Then don't look at me like this, you have no chance."

Tyles put down the water bag and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"But you really have only one person."

Monty gathered his eyebrows and said coldly: "Do you like nonsense?"

Thyls shook his head.

But he still smiled slightly: "Why can this explain other problems? Are you afraid of being discovered? Found that you kidnapped the Star Prince privately?"

"For example, being discovered by Longxiao City and by your good buddy Nicolai?"

Monty raised his head, watching his eyes getting colder and colder.

"Ha." He twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile.

Tyles raised his eyebrows, put down the water bag, and re-bited the jerky.

"Yes, you are not carrying me, but two thousand cavalry." He said vaguely.

Monty's eyes moved slightly.

"Remember, the two thousand cavalrymen of the Star Kingdom are still on the border of the desert, waiting to interfere in the war of the Freedom League."

The prince tore hard at the jerky, drinking a sip of water from time to time: "It is related to the interests of the two territories of Qiyuan City and Longxiao City."

"Take me, the burden on you is not light, Lord Monty."

Thyls whispered: "Are you ready?"

Monty didn't speak, but his face became completely stern.

"You have too many words."

But Thales shook his head dismissively: "But you are very confident, right?"

"Because you are the best scout in Exeter, the army of Qiyuan City also adds a lot to it."

The Dead Crow snorted coldly, and the look in his eyes became worse:

"Sloppy can't help you, my lord."

He said coldly and unhappily: "So, why don't you finish your food and then shut up?"

But at this moment, Thales suddenly laughed.

"Hahahaha..."

Monty was slightly surprised, then looked at him suspiciously.

"I see." Thales swallowed the last bite of the dried meat in water, patted his half-full belly, his smile on his face getting happier.

"You, dead crow..."

Monty's face became more ugly, and his attitude became more unhappy.

"Damn it."

"What do you understand?"

Thyls reluctantly put away his smile, pulled back to stare at the other person, and shook his head vigorously: "Nothing."

But he grinned again, as if he couldn't help but smile: "It's just haha ​​that I suddenly found out that I'm so slow."

Monty's eyes sharpened.

The Dead Crow said coldly: "You have said so much, which makes me feel bad: what are you planning or know."

Thyls seemed to be eating his jerky intently, but his eyes never left Monty.

Monty was staring uncomfortably by him, and said coldly:

"They said that you are good at persuading and shaking people."

"So maybe next moment, you will say something that makes me hesitate?"

Tyles reduced his smile, but he shrugged, showing no fear:

"You will hesitate... Maybe, because you have a guilty conscience?"

The voice fell, and the air fell silent.

Only the campfire crackled.

The warm color on Dead Crow's face completely disappeared. This time, he silently looked at the prince for a long time.

Looking at Thales, he felt nervous.

A few seconds later, Monty sneered and stood up: "You know, there is a good way to overcome hesitation."

Thyls was taken aback for a moment, looked at the dead crow coming towards him, and shrank back unconsciously.

"What?"

But Monty has come to him.

He reappeared the hunting grin, and squeezed his fist: "That's not to give yourself a chance to hesitate."

"Are you finished?"

Tyles felt palpitations, he got up subconsciously, and hid behind: "Wait, you..."

But Thales hadn't finished speaking yet, Monty's expression changed, as if he didn't use any energy, he bullied him forward like lightning!

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Thales could not even see the opponent's movements, and fainted again.

"Wake up again?"

This is the first sentence Thales heard in the muddle after waking up from hunger and bumps.

It still belongs to that man.

The first thing that catches your eye is the ground.

Grass, stones, dirt on the ground...

Wait.

Why are they all moving backward...

The moving ground?

Thyls was shocked!

He shook his head vigorously and was surprised to find that he was lying on the saddle in an ugly posture, and as the horse's hoof slowly advanced, his head and hands were on one side and his legs and feet were on the other side.

The prince subconsciously struggled to get up, but found that he was firmly tied to the saddle, and he couldn't even straighten his body!

"Damn..."

Thyls felt the soreness in his whole body and looked around in pain: the weather was clear and the sun was shining brightly, but they were walking on a weedy path, with cedar trees on both sides, and yesterday’s camp, obviously It's not a place anymore.

Damn it.

What kind of operation is this?

Tyles looked solemnly at the horse's hoofs on the ground, and his heart sank.

He desperately looked up at the other horse, Monty whistling leisurely.

"Damn it, is this the treatment you should give to the prince?"

Thyls sighed, feeling that the pain in the waist and abdomen became more and more unbearable, and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and cursed: "Are you sure, you won't settle accounts with you?"

"What if I die halfway?"

The Dead Crow looked back from the horse and smiled: "But aren't you dead yet?"

"And I'm sure not!"

"Hahahahaha"

Tyles sighed heavily, looked at his bound body, couldn't help lowering his head, only to feel bad luck:

"You are so old, you have tried too hard."

The Dead Crow didn't seem to hear the extraneous words of Thales, he slowed down and marched alongside Thales.

"Listen, talkative boy," Monty smiled wretchedly: "For our clean and smooth road..."

"You now have two choices."

I saw Monty lift up **** easily, and the pleasure of prey in the hands rose on his face:

"Choose one, you can continue to talk more..."

But he hasn't finished speaking yet

"I choose two."

Tyles said coldly, not even looking at his expressions and emotions.

It made Monty's face freeze for a moment.

He turned his head, looked at the fingers he raised, and scratched his chin somewhat unhappily.

"Damn," the deadman said unhappily: "I haven't even started talking yet."

"Huh."

Thyls replied to him without a word, and went back stiffly: "Anyway, the result of choosing one is always the worst, isn't it?"

Monty snorted dissatisfiedly, and turned back boringly.

They walked on the road for about an hour, and after a long time Thales could only breathe.

The feeling of being hung on a horseback is really...oh my god...

"Hey... that big mouth..."

"The meteorite told me that he can break your neck in five seconds." At this moment, Thales only felt confused, his back pained, and his saddle abdomen was almost worn through. This makes him itchy to hate the person in front of him:

"To be honest, I am really looking forward to that scene now."

Monty, who was sitting on the horse, froze slightly.

"Five seconds? What did he say?"

His face became ugly.

But in an instant, Monty withdrew his emotions.

He smiled contemptuously and turned to Thales, who gritted his teeth on horseback: "Now I believe it, you are indeed a trouble at least in annoying aspect."

"You can't stop your mouth after all this?"

Tyles took a breath of pain and tried to show a pale smile:

"Look, this is the problem."

"When I was still in the hands of Longxiao City, they thought I was a trouble." The prince's sweat dripped down to the ground, his mouth was rather difficult, and his voice was hoarse: "But they will remember after losing me , I’m still a bargaining chip."

"And now, I am in your hands."

The young man tried his best to raise his head, dripping with cold sweat, but still tried his best to pull out an ugly smile: "Guess who is the most troublesome?"

Monty snorted coldly and drove the horse closer.

He slowly raised his hand knife and pointed it at Thales's neck.

Talston's chills surged, and the frightened feeling returned to his mind.

"Okay, okay, don't do it," the prince lowered his head regretfully and shouted: "I will cooperate!"

Monty smiled satisfied.

But Thales grinned and twisted, and said again: "I only ask the last question..."

"Are you sure, we are on the right path?"

Death Crow frowned fiercely.

Monty sighed long, "Didn't you choose the second?"

Tyles hadn't reacted yet, the next moment, his hand knife fell heavily!

"Boom!"

Split Thales on the neck.

Looking at the prince who fainted (again), the Dead Crow nodded in satisfaction.

He changed to a comfortable sitting position and murmured as the horse swayed:

"It's much quieter now."

Thyls swears that this is the hardest road he has traveled in his short life so far, the most terrible sleep he has ever slept, and the most boring person he has ever met.

His daily schedule is to faint after eating, wake up after eating, eat after eating, and then faint after eating.

It seems that Monty is not tired of this. Once Thales talks a little bit or offends him, he is basically waiting for him with a knife, and from time to time he comes up with the phrase "the first rule".

So much so that Thales sometimes wakes up on horseback, sometimes opens his eyes in the wilderness, every time he wakes up, he can only see the changing scenery, the sun and the moon, and he doesn't even know how much time has passed.

Back pain, leg and hand cramps, dizziness, dizziness and tinnitus, these are more commonplace.

My God.

Thyls, who is going crazy, wailes in pain:

Raising pigs is not so cruel!

It feels like I'm back in an abandoned house, it's worse than that.

He secretly said: He remembered this dead man, Ned Monty.

Damn bastard.

I want him to look good when I go back!

Thyls thought through gritted teeth.

However, Thales thought that this kind of life would last until they reached their destination, and finally one day, when he woke up on horseback, he discovered something different.

This time, he was forcibly shaken awake.

"Hey, wake up!"

When Thales opened his eyes from the muddle, the voice of the Dead Crow was a little anxious and solemn.

It's another day.

Oh.

The prince who adapted to the light was at a loss: "What?"

"Are you lost?"

Only then did he realize that the surrounding scenery was different again: from the hills full of cedars and rugged rocks, it turned into a gentle **** with a little undulation, with fewer trees and more weeds.

Here is...

Tyles stretched out his head in pain, so as to relieve the pain caused by lying on his horse for a long time. He was almost used to it, and even derived a set of methods to relieve the pain by using the sin of the prison river.

"You don't want to be captured by Longxiao City, your Royal Highness?"

Monty said coldly.

Thyls was a little awake, and he suddenly realized that Monty's words were not right.

The prince smiled: "What's the matter?"

Monty is holding his horse's rein in one hand and Thales in the other. His horse speed is much faster than usual.

"We just passed the Muxue River Ferry," Monty glanced back, with a solemn expression and terrifying eyes:

"Someone is watching us."

Feeling the heaviness in his words, Thales was agitated, recalling his current situation.

Just passed Mu Xuehe...

Look at us...

"Who?" he asked alertly.

Monti shook his head, his expression tense: "I don't know, but I guess it should be Dragon City or Rumba's chaser."

Thyls moved slightly: "How do you know?"

The Dead Crow snorted slightly.

"I just know."

He looked beyond doubt and looked around carefully: "This is the instinct of the scout. The smell in the air is very familiar."

Thyls froze.

Chasing soldiers?

How come...

"If you don't want to be caught back," Monty said coldly, with a warning in his words:

"Then cooperate well."

Tyles looked at him blankly.

"How to cooperate?"

Monty lowered his eyes and motioned to his hands and feet: "We can't go outing slowly, we must let go of the reins and gallop forward."

"You are tired of sleeping on horseback, too, make me feel like a personal trafficker."

Death Crow looked disgusted with authenticity: "How?"

Thyls looked at him steadily.

After several minutes, the prince finally smiled.

"Of course."

He must be authentic.

"There is still a long way from here to the destination," Thales nodded and narrowed his eyes: "Faced with the pursuit of the entire Longxiao City, all we need each other are collaborators."

"Not a troublemaker."

"We are not enemies, Lord Monty."

Thyls put away his smile and solemnly said: "Especially facing Longxiao City."

Monty sighed and smiled gradually, the ominous feeling of staring at the prey returned to him.

Under the sun, the Dead Crow raised his eyebrows: "Very good."

He smiled, took out the sheathed jc dagger from his arms, and cut the rope that bound Thales neatly.

Tels Shu breathed out: Finally.

He straightened up with numb hands and feet, and sat upright on the horse.

It feels like I haven't ridden a horse normally in my life.

Thyls exclaimed with satisfaction: Stepping on the stirrups gave him a sense of peace of mind.

"How, can it work?" Monty glanced at him with subtle eyes.

Tyles moved his wrists, rubbed his numb waist, and took a deep breath, only to feel that his vitality returned to him.

"Reborn again." He said lightly.

"Very good." Monty smiled sadly and threw the jc dagger back to Thales.

Thyls took the familiar dagger, and his heart became more and more settled.

Sure enough...

"Now, sit firmly on your horse, pull the reins, control the direction, follow me, and run forever," Monty patted his bag with the bow and crossbow and lifted the quiver from the saddle with a stern expression:" Of course, don’t want to run away, I don’t want to shoot you down with an arrow, such as through your balls."

"Trust me, I can do it."

Tyles felt a chill. He raised his eyebrows, held the reins, and nodded kindly.

Monty licked the corner of his mouth: "It's ready to begin."

"Remember, it's a ‘fancy’ run!"

The next second, Monty pulled out the rope, drew Thales and his own horse heavily!

In the long-lost pleasure, with the sound of horse hooves, the horse speeds up, and the air blows across Thales' arm.

He applied a little force on the stirrup, leaning forward so that the horse could accelerate and follow Monty’s hoof.

"Pug, pug, pug..."

Thyls took in a comfortable breath of air, squinting to feel the force of the strong wind.

This can be described as his happiest day in the past few days!

But only ten minutes later, Thales sank.

"Wait!" He yelled at Monty in front of him:

"Why did we turn?"

"To avoid chasing soldiers?"

The Dead Crow turned his head and roared back indisputably:

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Just follow me!"

"Don't relax, they are not easy to deal with!"

The arrow is on the string, Thales can only suppress his doubts, and follow this unreliable guide all the way forward.

In a nervous gallop, they ran all day and night.

There was almost no pause on the way, even eating was resolved immediately.

The scenery in front of them also slowly changed: the gentle **** turned into an open wilderness, the trees almost disappeared, and even weeds were not common.

Above the wilderness, what you see in your eyes is mostly bare and large limestone.

So, when the morning came again, they finally found a stream that was too shallow to hold a water bag, and when they camped and rested, even the horses were so tired that they wailed.

"Where are we?"

Tyles almost collapsed to the ground, he asked, leaning against a rock, panting, pouring water into his mouth.

"The wasteland," Monty answered simply this time. He also took a sip of water, but his face was not relaxed or tired, his eyes were still alert:

"Qiyuan City has been ruled."

"In the next step, we no longer need to avoid the crowds and even go directly to the village to supply supplies."

Tyles' expression froze.

The wasteland.

"So, are we really going to pray for Yuancheng?" he asked nonchalantly.

So, the great desert is in the south.

Monty shrugged and didn't answer. He just tore off a piece of jerky and put it in his mouth. God knows how he can eat when he gets off the horse, run when he gets up, and sleep when he lay down.

For example, Thales felt that he was getting tired, and he didn't even look at the strength to eat.

"Did you make a detour?" Thales gasped and gasped: "I always feel that you are not walking in a straight line?"

Monty glanced at him contemptuously.

"Shut up, you must listen to professionals when you are away."

With a touch of worry, Thales looked back behind him:

"So, did we get rid of the pursuit?"

"Of course," Monty seemed to be in a good mood, brows relaxed, and actually answered his question:

"Even with burdens, I am still Exeter's best scout."

Looking at the complacent-looking Dead Crow, Thales couldn't help raising his eyebrows and muttering in his heart: cumbersome...

"So, who is tracking us?"

Monty just shook his head: "The person you least want to see."

"Okay, I suggest you shut up now and get a good night's sleep or I will help you sleep?"

Thyls had to turn his head back in disbelief so as not to be knocked out again.

He picked a relatively flat rock in the dusty wasteland, lay down without hesitation, regained his strength, thinking about the next step.

When he was captured by Monty, at first, Thales thought it was bad.

Later, after the first conversation with Monty, he was pleasantly surprised to find that things were fine.

But now, after racing with the Dead Raven all day and night, Thales frowned again: No, things are not as good as I thought.

Thinking of this, Thales glanced at Monty worriedly.

This person...

It's not as simple as I thought.

It is much more troublesome and much more complicated.

It’s very close to returning home.

Now, I need a chance.

An opportunity.

Thinking about this, Thales quietly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But this time I fell asleep much faster than I thought!

"Whoo!"

A rapid, sharp sound awakened Thales from his dream!

He was gasping for breath, and was impressed by this strange sound!

This is...

This is?

"Alert!"

Monty's furious shout came, and Thales recovered!

At noon, when the sun was clear, the bare rock was scorching hot, and Thales got up dripping with sweat. Only then did he find that Monty had already had a weapon in his hand and looked at the back with a grim face.

The tension in the air infected Thales, who was awakened from his dream. He shook his head sharply and stood up.

"What's the matter?" Thales touched the dagger in his arms, looked around in amazement, but saw nothing.

As he was about to activate the senses of hell, the response to him was the angry snort of the Dead Crow: "What's the matter, we messed up."

Monty seemed to be irritated, constantly grinding his teeth, with terrifying eyes: "Damn, how could it be..."

"How did they discover it!"

Thyls had never seen him look like this before, but he looked like annoyed.

But Monty's body became tighter and tighter, staring at the back of a rock like a frightened beast.

Thyls was stunned.

How...

But he suddenly recalled the most critical part.

"The voice just now," Thales said suspiciously, desperately recalling the impression in his memory: "Some are like the arrows of the Dragon City patrol~IndoMTL.com~ but there are some differences. I must have heard it somewhere... …"

And just now.

A hoarse and deep male voice came slowly from behind the rock:

"Because that is not the patrol's arrow."

At that moment, Thales and Monty suddenly changed their colors!

This voice...

The sound of unfamiliar horseshoes rang from behind the rock.

A white man with a white cloak and a mask with a sword riding on the horse, walked out from behind the rock, his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still as sharp as a knife.

Thyls froze: cloak, mask, he recognized the outfit.

He is...

He is...

The visitor gave them a cold glance, and gently pulled the towel to reveal a pale and distinct facial contour.

Seeing the visitor clearly, Monty covered his forehead in pain, gritted his teeth and stomped the ground: "It's a bitch!"

I only heard someone hoarsely saying: "That is the signal crossbow arrow of the White Blade Guard of Longxiao City that has been used for nearly a hundred years."

"Six years ago, it sounded countless times in Longxiao City."

Thyls sighed.

The next second, the teenager took out the jerky from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and tried to chew it.

"In the lobby, I told you that."

"Tyles Canxing."

Under the sun, the former Commander of the Blade Guard of Longxiao City is riding on a war horse, carrying his sun saber on his back, and staring at the gloomy Tyre with his terrifying eyes. Si, condescending, said so.

Tyles and Monty looked at each other, looking ugly.

"‘Be careful yourself, better not fall into my hands.’"

Meteor, Lord Seri Nicolai's voice sounded in the wilderness, and there was a murderous chill in it:

"Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to regret it."