Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 102: Morning Ceremony

At that moment, the human captives were in an uproar!

Only Thales was puzzled:

It seems that this orc... is famous?

The commotion lasted for a while, until the orcs impatiently "teached" the captives.

In a few seconds.

"I'm so famous?" The orc leader whispered, the scar on his forehead slightly folded.

Dean sneered.

"The Astral Man, to be precise, is the Earl of Windpath Castle in the Clifflands, Hodge Dastan, who offered a reward for the head of the'Alienblood': If I remember correctly, 1556 Each Tormund coin comes with a Lord’s Manor and the honor of marrying a noble daughter of the Dastan family."

"Just for the eldest son and heir of the family of Earl Dustan who was buried in a foreign land by your raid in the desert war ten years ago."

The pure black orc-Kandal Nushan roared low, and reached out to hold down a holy guard behind him who wanted to come forward, the blue-faced mace.

The orc Kandal took a rough breath and looked at Dean's eyes differently.

"But no one has ever received this reward." It said lightly.

"No, no one," Dean sighed, "Because you are alive and kicking, your hands and feet are intact--"

Dean glanced at the opponent's wrist and the ferocious iron fork attached to it: "I mean, most of the hands and feet are here intact."

Kandall curled his lips, even more vicious by human standards.

"More than that, you also joined the Stonebreaker tribe," Dean glanced at three special orcs who were eager to move because he recognized each other:

"You also have your own holy guard, and even have the right to speak with the honor of the Stonebreaker Tribe."

The blue-faced orc whispered and was about to step forward, but was stopped by the white-lipped orc with a black bow beside him.

"So, you became their war chief? Or simply the holy chief of the entire Stonebreaker tribe?"

Dean forced a smile:

"What should we call you? Kandal War Chief?"

"Or the King of Different Blood?"

Kandall smiled.

It slowly lowered its fork, allowing Dean to ease his neck.

"The King of Different Blood?"

"No, I am not."

Kandal turned his head and looked at everyone, whether it was a captive or a warrior, and said softly: "Only the one who has the eight tribes surrendered at the same time is qualified to ascend the Throne of Dragon Skeletons and unify the tribes of the orcs and even the Boneman. , Become a veritable king of the desert."

"I'm just a war chief, not a king yet."

The Orc War Chief snorted softly, with a deep meaning: "Not for the time being."

At this moment, McGee the Boneman among the captives snorted fiercely.

"Huh, dreaming," McGee knelt on the ground, looked at Kandal, and said coldly: "There is no king in the desert, there was no one in the past, there is no now."

"There will be no more in the future."

Old Hammer wanted to give him a wink, but the Bone Man obviously didn't care about it:

"The desert never needs a king, it does not need unity. It spurns and curses every innocent man like you."

Kandall turned around, walked to McGee, looked at the special war pattern on his face, his expression moved.

"You are a waste man."

"But mixing with outsiders?"

McGee looked at him coldly.

The Orc War Chief snorted coldly: "You are on the wrong team, my Luma."

Mckey's eyes changed, and he stood up.

"I am not your Luma!"

He gritted his teeth and said: "Also, six hundred years ago, you were also outsiders, gray bastards!"

The orcs of the Stonebreaker Tribe are not language experts, but they obviously understand the "Gray Bastard".

The **** behind McGee relentlessly punched him, then kicked it out, knocking the Bone Man down!

The Desolate Man fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

The perpetrator is not enough, and is about to step forward.

"Hey, enough!"

Loisa roared: "It's not necessary!"

Looking at McGee curled up on the ground, Kandal just shook his head and stopped the abuser.

"So the rumors are true," Dean said promptly, drawing the War Chief's attention: "You, Kandal Nushan, an ambitious alien species who wants to unify the sandy desert."

The war chief of the Stonebreaker tribe grinned, revealing sharp teeth.

"No wonder." Dean nodded.

"Western Wilderness, the Bozdorf family of Valkyrie," the bald mercenary sighed: "It's no wonder that after the Desert War, the famous black lion family of stars will rank you as the highest threat, rather than escape. The tribes in the depths of the desert have hunted you endlessly for six or seven years."

"Compared with other people who treat you as a small sand thief, they know your threat well-you disappeared for a few years and become a war chief. You are really worth the price."

Kandall hummed softly.

"Whether it is the Scarlet Years or the Desert Wars--you have a deep hatred with the Star Kingdom. This is why you venture to find the truth. As long as it is something that makes the stars unhappy, you are willing to do it. "

"Really?"

Thyls frowned: This orc is, a...mortal enemy of the Star Kingdom?

Kandall exhaled.

It looked at Dean with appreciation in his tone: "You are very good, Dean—I remember you."

Dean sighed slightly.

"Listen, the respected stranger, Kandal War Chief."

"I know your grudge against the stars, and understand your hatred of the stars."

"But your opponent is the stars, the aristocratic human nobles, and their unmatched army sweeping the desert," he shook his head: "And we?"

"We are just risking a blockade order and sneaking out of the caravan to make a profit. We are deeply squeezed and oppressed by them."

Dean said with a dull expression: "The answer you want? We don't know at all-they won't let us know."

Kandall looked into Dean's eyes, his gaze stayed for a long time.

"Yes, you don't know," the orc pursed his vicious lips and said lightly: "And according to my experience, if you want you to'know', you need motivation."

Dean frowned: "Motion?"

I saw Kandal turned around and scanned the captives coldly.

"If you don't'know'," it gritted its teeth with a strange expression: "Then you are of no value to me."

The people in the caravan started shaking again.

"But you also took away the fighting spirits of four of my tribal heroes, and injured two people seriously..."

Kandal said indifferently: "My soldiers are very dissatisfied."

The mercenaries frowned.

The orcs' cold eyes swept at them again.

At this moment, a shivering voice sounded slightly: "It's them... the noble war chief."

"It was those people who took away the battle spirit of your noble fighter...it has nothing to do with us..."

Everyone's eyes turned to one side: Tom Ding, the owner of the caravan, was crying and raised his arms, pointing to Louisa who was standing up.

Quickrope opened his mouth in disbelief: "You..."

Kandall smiled.

"What does that matter."

"Except for the desolate man, the fate of all of you will follow our rules," Chief Zhan said coldly: "Under the witness of the desert **** and ancestors, it is determined by an important duel."

Tom Ding retracted back to the ground.

The merchants were wailing.

"Hey!" McGee protested irritably: "Count me in! You bastard!"

The orcs behind him pressed him into the sand again.

Loisa exhaled: "So, still use a sword to solve the problem? Very good, old rule: Give me a sword and an opponent."

"I will solve the problem."

Kandall looked at Louisa standing upright in the cold wind, nodded slightly, then shook her head slightly.

"No."

"The candidate for the duel," the orc leader said in a low voice: "I will decide."

It takes another step.

"And I will choose the most necessary and urgent duel to determine your destiny."

Tyles felt a chill—Kandall walked toward him again.

Went to the teenager.

What?

Everyone's faces changed.

Luisa's face tightened: "He is just a child!"

Dean frowned: "Stay away from him, at least find someone who is equal."

Thyls frowned at the orc warchief.

The black orcs walked up to Thales and looked at their reaction, but curled their lips: "But you must admit that this Sorino is excellent."

While speaking, Kandal bent over and leaned over, stroked Thales' right shoulder with his thick left palm, and shook it vigorously!

Under the strong force of the opponent, Thales was dizzy and felt that the whole world was turned upside down.

"The battle just now, he made me shine."

"Without the strength of other people, they are also small, and they are not even used to moving in the desert."

Amid the protests of Dean and Louisa, Kandal finally let go of Thales' shoulders, and the latter just felt nauseous after going through the world.

"But you played great, Sorino, every action of yours perfectly restrained our size and strength, and your response was better than others."

Of course.

It's a swordsmanship specifically against orcs.

Thyls sighed secretly, anxious.

The orc stared special eyes and looked behind him.

Tyles followed his gaze, and his heart was stunned: the blue-faced orc holding his mace, looked at Thales, grinning his teeth.

The voice of Kandal War Chief changed.

"To be ironic, during the raid, we assigned a target-my holy guard, Du Laman ordered his Luma, ordered his brother Doru to kill you, because you look the weakest, Du Raman thought this was protecting the young, energetic and inexperienced Doru."

Thyls panicked slightly and shivered slightly.

Young and energetic Doru?

He thought of the orc he had met for the first time, the moment he made a hole in its neck with a dagger, and its madness afterwards.

So...

That is...

"It's a pity," the orc war chief sneered: "Duraman's flukes and tricks finally brought misfortune to Doru: Luma, a compatriot of Duraman, who was a young adult, died. In your hands, Sorino."

Kandall pointed to the blue-faced orc.

"Hope my saints can learn their lesson."

It shook his head: "The desert **** has no mercy."

The blue-faced orc——Duraman could no longer restrain the anger in his chest, and roared at Thales: "Ahhhhh! Fraka!"

Dean's voice resounded dissatisfied.

"No, it's me!"

The bald mercenary patted his chest, pointed at Duraman, and protested loudly to the war chief: "Tell him, I killed the orc! Thomas who killed him! Not Huaiya!"

"Let him come to me!"

Thyls looked at them in a daze, and found that Louisa and Old Hammer also looked horrified.

Only McGee, this native Bone Man was struggling to curse on the ground.

Oops...

"No, smart Dean, Duraman told me, he saw it very clearly," Kandal walked around Thales, and said coldly, "You are just the last The man with the head, and the one who really gave him a fatal blow to the artery in his neck and made him fall from exhaustion is this Sorino."

It pointed to the dazed Thales.

"It was you, Sorino, it was you who took away Doru's battle spirit."

It looked at the boy, and shook his head slightly: "You are Duraman's Fraka."

Thyls moved slightly.

I killed Duraman’s brother, so I’m Duraman’s Fraka.

So, Fraka means...

He paled.

I saw Kandal raised his intact left hand and called Duraman in the distance, saying something that Thales could not understand.

"Boom!"

Blue-faced Duraman's mace hit the ground fiercely, dragging heavy weapons, staring at Thales fiercely, and stepping forward step by step.

Walk to Thales, who is inhumane.

Kandal is slow and authentic:

"For this, my saint has reminded me many times."

"Duraman has the right to fight this Sorino in order to retrieve his Luma's battle spirit."

"The right to... have revenge."

Kandall patted Thales on the shoulder, so hard that he nearly fell.

But Thales has no time to think about it.

Looking at Duraman's majestic physique and his scary weapon, Thales took a breath.

What are you doing?

"You promised!" Louisa gritted her teeth: "He can live."

Kandall patted his shoulder, his eyes were biting: "Yes, I promised... that he will be free from death in the melee... But I never said that he can refuse duels from others and avoid legitimate revenge. "

"His duel will determine the lives of the rest of you."

Tyles' breath froze.

The expressions of the captives were dark.

"Grass, your mother!" The old hammer couldn't help it anymore and yelled: "Despicable gray bastard!"

But his protest was quickly crushed by the orcs-with fists.

Kandall laughed out loud: "Now, is there enough motivation? Is anyone willing to tell me..."

It cocked its mouth before the ugly eyes of all the mercenaries: "The reason why the Star Kingdom is strange to send troops?"

"No!"

Loisa protested fiercely, but her shoulder was firmly held by the **** behind her.

"This is not fair, he is human, we are all human, you can not use the rules of the orcs..."

Kandal turned around abruptly, loudly and loudly:

"Don't forget!"

"You are the losers, we are the winners, the heroic Louisa," the dark warchief itself is already very fierce, but the expression at the moment is even more fierce, blocking Luisa's words:

"And I think this is fair."

The orcs began to roar low, and it seemed that the scene before them made them very excited.

Unexpectedly, Thales looked up suddenly:

"Wait, if I win the duel..."

Zhan Chief slowly turned his head, bright yellow eyes revealed shrewdness.

Let Thales pause slightly.

"If you win the duel, first of all, the grievance between Duraman and you is over...Secondly, you win the duel. According to my promise, you will be free and you can go..."

Thyls moved in his heart.

He stared at Duraman’s hateful face, and he moved in his heart: Facing this opponent, if he uses special Northland military swordsmanship...

In addition to the sudden crime of Hell River, you can even use Nicolai's fate...

Maybe there is a chance.

But his hopes were dashed.

Just listen to Kandal's words: "However, the duel is not over yet."

Thyls was taken aback.

"As one of the three holy guards, Duraman once vowed allegiance to me with Yaku and Lusana. They are not Luma, but better than Luma."

Zhan Chief subtly pointed to the other two holy guards: Yaku who carried a black bow and said nothing, and Lusana who was carrying a big sword and grinning.

"So, once you win, Yaku and Lusana, they all have the right to challenge you for Luma's failure and continue this duel."

"Challenge their new Fraka."

Thyls, who was still thinking about the outcome, froze for a second.

Wait.

New Fraka?

"What?"

The sluggish teenager widened his eyes, and stretched out two fingers: "I won one, two are given?"

Thyls turned to Kandal, only feeling that the War Chief's expression was quite proud at the moment, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Kandall sneered.

"In case...in case you win them all," the tall orc warchief shook his head, full of regrets: "Oh, you defeated the three holy guards of the stonebreaker tribe warchief, this is glorious Deeds, you will gain the respect of all the orcs in the desert."

The corners of Thales' mouth twitched slightly.

"Thank you, then?"

Kandall narrowed his eyes.

"Then, since you have defeated all three saints who I regard as brothers, feet, and wings."

"Then you will become me, the Flaka of Kandal Nushan."

Thyls was completely stunned.

Ward Fak?

Zhan Chief lazily, it pointed at Thales, then at himself, and the demonstration also shook off his precious fur: "It's my duel with you..."

More than two bonuses?

Thyls' expression seemed to be frozen, and he remained motionless for a while, except for a pair of eyes, who blinked twice quickly in amazement.

It's... it's intentional, right?

"So this is a duel that you will never lose... the rules of shit... you mother!" Louisa was furious and wanted to charge up, but was suppressed by the orcs behind her.

"Damn," the old hammer gritted his teeth at the frightened fast rope beside him: "It is for us to watch this unfair duel...let us slowly collapse and despair..."

Kandal ignored her, he snorted coldly, turned around, and looked at the incredible prisoners: "Now, someone is willing to tell me what the Star Kingdom really is..."

At this moment, Dean's calm voice came:

"Don't forget, he is just Sorino!"

"According to the custom of the orcs, you have no right to challenge the underage cubs!"

Kandall paused slightly.

A thoughtful expression appeared on its face.

"Yes, you are just Sorino."

"Sorino must be at the coming-of-age ceremony, after defeating a recognized opponent," Kandal looked at Thales with embarrassment on his face, "become an adult and become a duel Warrior."

"Prior to this, you are exempt from duels."

Loisa breathed a sigh of relief, and struggled down.

Tyles also breathed a sigh of relief and cast a grateful look at Dean.

Fortunately...

But the next moment, Kandal War Chief's complexion changed!

"Very good!"

Kandall strode to Thales and pulled him up!

The orc happily patted his thin shoulder, making Thales, who was dizzy, wobbly.

"Sorino, your name?"

Huh?

Thyls looked at the self-talking Kandal with dizzy eyes-the vigorous slap of the orcs is really amazing. He swears: If the orcs would be so "friendly" with the merchants every time they buy and sell things Come here, there will probably be no business that the orcs can't do.

Thyls, who hasn't recovered yet, froze for a moment:

"My name..."

But Kandal waved his hand boldly!

"That's not important, Sorino! I solemnly tell you: just today, in a battle just now, you defeated Doru, the recognized brave of the Stonebreaker Tribe!"

Huh?

Thyls opened his mouth blankly.

I saw the orc war chief with joy on his face, his voice raised:

"The moment Doru is defeated, according to the custom of the orcs, you are no longer a Sorino!"

Under the huge size gap, it bends down comically, its left palm and right wrist slaps on the shoulders of the little human forcefully, with a deep voice: "Congratulations..."

"You are an adult!"

At that moment, both Louisa and Dean looked earthy, McGee's curse became more and more urgent, and the old hammer sighed silently.

Kandal used his language to announce to the surrounding orcs.

The orcs all roared in a low voice, punching their chests, even Duraman, who hated Thales, was no exception.

It turned to Thales, but its gaze scanned the surrounding captives intentionally: "As a witness of the coming-of-age ceremony, I, the war chief of the Stonebreaker tribe, honorably give you a new name-Sai Ka , The killer! The one who killed the opponent of the coming-of-age ceremony!"

Sai—Sai Ka?

The killer?

No, this is not the point, the point is...

Tyles took a deep breath.

"Now, the newly grown-up Saikar," Kandal's face was cold and he turned his head to the hideous blue-faced orc: "You must accept Du Raman’s duel~IndoMTL.com~Save your family."

The prince took a deep breath, trying to understand the current situation.

"Saka—Fraka!" Duraman let out a low growl, and the mace paused heavily on the ground.

The newly-adult Saikar, oh no, it’s Thales. He took his gaze away from the blue-faced orc in a daze, and then looked at the other opponents one by one-if he could win-with white lips and black bow. Yaku, Lusana of the Great Sword.

And finally, the strange-looking rock-splitting tribe war chief, the different-blooded, Kandal Nushan.

He suddenly felt that the orcs, especially the so-called war chief in front of him, could be so hateful and despicable.

They all looked at themselves coldly.

Feeling the weight of the orc warchief on his shoulders, Thales struggled to maintain his balance, exhaling in pain.

"So..."

Kandal Nushan curled up his mouth and showed an indistinct smile, but his face lost all the heat.

It grinds its teeth, presses Thales, and stares coldly at all the prisoners in front of him:

"Before the duel begins, before your destiny is determined... Outsiders of Bladefang Dune."

"Does anyone want to tell me...what is the purpose of the Star Kingdom sending troops to the desert?"