Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 103: Flags

View all

Recently read classification channel fantasy fantasy martial arts fairy hero science fiction supernatural history military urban romance modern romance campus romance ancient romance girl channel classic beauty through time and space online games competitive novels doujin uncategorized quick navigation homepage

>Fantasy Fantasy

>Kingdom Bloodline

>Chapter 376 Flag Catalog Setting Bookmark Comments Chapter 376 Flag

Fiction: Kingdom of blood: No Man's sword words: 10707

"Very good, if no one knows."

Amid the collective silence of the merchants and the scolding of the mercenaries, Kandal looked around with a cold expression.

"Then let the duel begin as soon as possible."

Thyls's heart tightened.

Oops.

He clenched his fists and fixed his eyes on the blue-faced orc Duraman in the distance.

If the situation is at its worst...

If the duel cannot be avoided...

Then how do I survive?

Tyles took a deep breath and entered the state of hell's senses, observing the enemy's situation, but there was a sudden "bang" outside the eardrum, which shocked him.

Tyles reacted after a few seconds: This is the orcs searching for the cargo of the caravan in the distance.

On the barren stone ground, his battle with the meteorite and the dead crow made the crime of the prison river progress significantly, and even the sense of **** strengthened a lot.

But because of this, Thales learned his lesson: the sense of **** brings extraordinary perception, but sometimes, too sensitive perception is not necessarily a good thing.

When countless information that is usually isolated from perception was instilled into his brain by the senses of hell, Thales was only in a mess, and he couldn't distinguish between east and south, such as the melee just now-in the senses of hell. Twenty meters away, the sound of orcs grinding their teeth is deafening, like a marching group, often confused with the sound of swords and axes from a meter away, and the enemies in the distance move clearly, such as in front of him, making Thales subconsciously raise his hand to resist, but instead Ignore the immediate threat.

Becoming ear-sighted and perceptive may seem like everyone’s admiration, but the real person is really unspeakable: a louder noise and a brighter light will make Thales unbearable, overreaction, and perceptual deviation.

He needs time and practice to get used to the new state again.

Thinking of this, Thales shook his head secretly: In the hazy memory of previous lives, those seniors who were reborn and opened their veins, but could skip the adaptation stage and use the upgraded new power to show off their power, probably Was born a superman.

He tried his best to focus the slightly out of control senses of **** on the opponent in the duel, but he couldn't help but frown.

In the senses of hell, the waves reflected by the orcs in their vision do not diverge like humans, but are solid and heavy.

At least in Duraman’s body, Thales could not find any signs of light similar to the power of ending, but the young man watched the fluctuations of his muscles and muscles, listened to the heavy breathing, strong heartbeat, and subconsciously. Swallowed.

But Thales has no doubt that this so-called holy guard, the blue-faced orc, can play a blow that most Ultra-Order warriors can't achieve even with the bonus of ending power. power.

No.

He came to a conclusion silently: relying on the current self, still groping to adapt to the new power...

No chance.

Not to mention...

Tyles glanced at the other two holy guards with a headache.

"If he loses," the orc war chief Kandal stared at Thales with a cold light: "You don't have to live anymore... Obviously, Indifference God doesn't like you."

These words made everyone nervous.

At this time, a strange feeling climbed into Thales' heart.

He raised his head subconsciously.

Not right.

The prince said to himself silently: From the beginning, there was something wrong.

Where is it?

What's wrong?

He turned his eyes and looked around.

At this moment, a cowering male voice rang in the crowd.

"I...I know..."

The captives frowned.

A trembling hand was raised.

"I know...I know why the stars send troops...the great war chief..."

Thyls was slightly taken aback.

Kandall turned his head slightly.

"Look, I know." Kandal smiled contemptuously, and strode towards the other side: "As humans, you are all lazy, and all you need is a little bit of motivation."

Dean and Luisa frowned.

"What the hell?"

Dean couldn't believe his eyes: "What can he know?"

A balding man curled up on the ground struggling to hold his belly, straightened up, ignored the dust on his body, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "If I told you, the great war chief , Will you keep me alive?"

Kandal stopped, lowered his head coldly, and looked directly at the owner of the caravan-Sepp Tomding.

"It depends on what you tell me."

Tyles stared, enduring the strange feeling in his heart, guessing what Tomding was going to say.

Could it be that...

Duraman the orc roared, seemingly dissatisfied that the duel was delayed.

Tom Ding, who was kneeling on the ground, shuddered, but what he said did not stop Thales from immediately facing bad luck.

"They... more than ten days ago, in the Yaga camp, I chatted with my cousin. He is the standing army on the western front. Under Williams, that's..."

Kandall's eyes are cold:

"I know who Williams is, let’s talk about the point."

All the captives stared intently at the conversation between the two, feeling anxious.

The orc's eyes seemed to have some mysterious power, which made Tom Ding shake even more.

The businessman’s speech speed continued to increase, but his stuttering level became even greater: "My cousin, he, he told me that the big men will soon want, want, and block the border, so I thought about it. The caravan came out to smuggle and make some money..."

Kandal suddenly stretched out his left hand!

It stubbornly tugged Tomdin’s neck necklace, pulling the frightened businessman up from the ground, dragging his legs off the ground, and his blood bowl pressed against his face and roared:

"Key points!"

The scream that Tom Ding just uttered was frightened back to his mouth by the roar. 35xs

Looking at the other's hideous orc face, Tomdin looked like a field mouse facing only a poisonous snake, with no way to escape.

A few seconds later, the businessman shook his teeth and said with a pale face:

"Wai-Wai-Williams Baron talked to a few nobles in the room, and was heard by my cousin... the big men went into the desert, as if they were going to hunt someone..."

Hearing this, Thales' breathing suddenly stopped!

His face is as usual, and he resists looking at the eyes of Dean and Louisa.

What does this Tom Din know?

It's terrible.

To face the threat of duel...

I have to think about the idea of getting out again...

There is also the danger of revealing your identity...

Tyles gritted his teeth: Is today a bad day?

He frowned slightly, and his uncontrollable sense of **** gave him the heartbeat of the two: the caravan owner was almost frightened, Kandal looked fierce, but his heartbeat was still flat-despite Thales I don't know if this is a unique feature of orcs.

In the distance, the sounds of the orcs searching for the loot came one after another, their movements were rude, and the noise was constant, which disturbed him.

That strange feeling is still there.

Not right.

What's wrong!

The young man's brows frowned.

In the sense of hell, the orcs in the camp are very noisy, and the rude whispers and rough movements seem to be close to ears.

The strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

"Hunt someone?" Kandal thoughtfully, his hand loosened slightly.

"Who?"

Tom Ding shook his head sharply.

This action allowed Kandal to tighten his strength again.

It closes the corners of its mouth: "It seems that you need more motivation?"

Tom Ding screamed: "No, no, no—I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!"

He was crying and crying: "I swear, I swear by the honor of my ancestors! I really don't know who they are hunting down!"

Dean and Luisa both sighed.

Mckey, who was knocked to the ground, sneered disdainfully.

Kandall stared at Tom Ding for a long time.

A few seconds later, the orc war chief looked at the nose and tears flowing on his hands with disgust, and then his hands were loose.

Tom Ding fell back to the ground with a plop.

The owner of the caravan let out a sigh of relief, sobbing and tapping his chest:

"But, since they are as hateful as you said, and don't leave anything to the living creatures in the desert, then they must hate that person, just as they hate you..."

Kandal, who was shaking his hands, lowered his head.

Realizing that he might have said something wrong, Tom Ding shook his hands and raised his hands: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it, I just, I just..."

But Kandal ignored his disrespect: "You said, the Star Kingdom traveled all over the desert to hunt down someone?"

"This is what my cousin heard..."

Kandal snorted coldly: "Who is it? It's worth the fight on the western front of the whole kingdom... It's bloodied and the corpses are everywhere?"

At that moment, Thales was shocked!

That's it!

The boy suddenly understood.

He understands, where does that strange feeling come from!

The prince's chest rises and falls, his eyes change sharply.

So this is the answer.

It's also their only chance to survive in the hands of these cruel and cunning orcs!

The question and answer between Kandal and Tomdin continued, but the prince had no intention of listening anymore.

While everyone's attention was on the other side, Thales felt up and his lips moved slightly.

"Dean," the boy tilted his head and whispered to the captives beside him: "Orcs, they are searching for your goods."

"Of course, they like human spoils."

Dean was a little worried and hesitated. His light glanced at Kandal, who was interrogating Tomdin: "Listen, Huaiya, it won't let us go anyway, so you..."

Thyls shook his head.

"No, Dean, listen to me: Although they are searching, they are throwing away valuable things like shoes. Instead, they are rushing for food, water and even medicine."

Dean's eyebrows moved.

"What?"

The bald mercenary said strangely: "How did you know?"

Listening to the movement in his ears, Thales paused slightly: "I heard...what I saw at the end of the walk, they were looking for necessary supplies."

Looking for supplies...

Dean thoughtfully.

On the other side, Tomdin was scared to cry by the orcs again.

"Dean," Thales continued softly: "We just took up arms to resist, at most a dozen people, and according to the war chief, they only lost a few people, right..."

Dean curled his lips: "What?"

"But they...they are close to dozens or hundreds of people, but almost half of them are wounded," Thales said to the row of orcs: "including the war chief himself, there are also dry armors on his armor. Blood stains and new wear and tear."

Dean's eyes froze in midair.

"Luisa said that in order to conceal and attack, they specially remove armor and lightly attack, but if, if they are not deliberately light armor... but forced?"

The bald mercenary lifted up: "What do you mean..."

"Their condition is not as good as he said, Dean," Thales' eyes burned with a flame of hope: "They went through a battle not long ago, they were lightly loaded and short of food and clothing... …"

"They are...escaping for their lives."

At that moment, the atmosphere between the two changed.

The dark night seems to be much brighter.

Dean was silent for a while.

"That means..."

Thyls nodded: "We just need to find a way to put them..."

He didn't finish.

Because at the next moment--

"Bang--"

The thunder-like loud noise came suddenly, shaking everyone in place!

Whether orcs or humans, merchants or mercenaries, war chiefs or princes, all turned their heads in panic at this moment and turned to the direction of the loud noise.

On the thick night, a terrible raging fire was burning in a camp not far away. The fire was so high that it even burned into the air, a full ten meters!

The fire light illuminates the sand dunes in all directions and is very conspicuous in the night sky.

Tyles and Dean stared at the flames in the distance, staring at each other.

"Kandar..." Yaku, one of the holy guards, looked at the burning camp in astonishment, suddenly took off his black bow, and said something to the war chief anxiously.

"Hula--" War Chief Kandal yelled at it, but he still turned his head and waved his arm.

Yaku nodded and led a dozen orc warriors to check.

It turned its head, grabbed Tom Ding, who was also scared of his face, pointed at the flame and furiously said: "What's the matter!"

"I, I, I..."

Tom Ding shook his hands desperately, trying to show his innocence and cooperation.

"In the sand dunes of Bladetooth, the army has been mobilized frequently these days, and the scale is very large. After busy, the management is a little loose," the businessman cried and said: "So I took the opportunity to transport some military supplies... such as A little bit of eternal oil refining, your subordinates may be snatching—I mean—carelessly while rummaging..."

"A little bit?" McGee, who was lying on the ground, said ironically, watching the fire on the sand.

Kandall looked at the flames, and then at Tom Ding, his expression angry, his cheeks twitched, and the upper and lower rows of teeth almost crushed each other.

"You may not know the characteristics of Eternal Oil, and there may be more than ‘a tiny bit’..."

Looking at the big fire, Tom Din suddenly forgot the terrible orc, and said with a heartache: "So, if you want to extinguish it, you should use a lot of sand..."

Kandall howled angrily and threw down the hapless Tom Ding.

Sure enough, after a minute, the orc Yaku returned with a dozen warriors humiliated, his face was solemn, and he shook his head at Kandal, who had an ugly expression.

Kandall roared unwillingly.

The Great War Chief turned around and gave orders in their language, and many lightly outfitted orcs immediately took action and scattered around the camp.

The flame is still burning.

"It seems that Tomdin's insatiable and courageous nature helped a little," Dean narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "They are retreating...your guess is correct, we have a chance. "

Thyls pursed his lips.

In the unexpected chaos, Kandal seemed to finally remember this group of human captives.

"It's a pity," the orc war chief turned to them and coldly stroked the sharp iron fork on his wrist: "It's going to end early."

"I still want to talk to you all for a while."

The faces of the captives changed suddenly.

Kandall snorted and looked at Thales. Its black face was overlapped by the flames, making it more hideous: "You know, Saikar, I really want to see you face Du How would Raman react..."

Duraman roared, and his mace hit the ground hard.

Thyls felt cold.

Not good.

The orc warchief walked up slowly, staring at Thales: "Especially, I just figured out a lot of things..."

At this moment, on the horizon beyond the desert, a beam of sparks rose from the ground, making a stern sound!

"Shoo--"

Bright and harsh.

Everyone, including Kandal, subconsciously looked in the direction of this spark.

A few seconds later, at the place where the spark appeared, on the other side of the sand dune, a few voices came from afar:

"Puff--Puff--Puff--"

Dull, low-key, rush, but rather rhythmic.

Get closer.

Almost at the same time, on the other side of the sand dunes, an orc warrior's violent shout suddenly sounded: "Crurie--"

This violent drink stopped abruptly before the roar, and turned into a painful cry: "Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~"

Before Thales could react, the faces of the orcs present changed drastically!

The cry of the soldier has not disappeared.

But Kandal has already roared and turned to its soldiers!

The war chief of the tribe didn't have any hesitation. It threw off its majestic and powerful arms and roared and ordered: "Musa!" with the biggest voice since it appeared.

The next second, faster than a blink of an eye, all the orc warriors yelled their weapons out of their sheaths, and under the leadership of Yaku and Lusana, they took big strides, consciously formed a team, and started running!

Except for the orc Duraman, it excitedly pointed at Thales in the captive and said something to Kandal.

This orc who has a blood feud with Thales seems to have made up his mind to settle his grudge here.

Tyles' heart sank.

"Don't worry," Dean beside him calmly said: "I've talked to Luisa, we will look for opportunities to fight back."

But his comfort didn't work-because Kandal Biduraman also yelled angrily, and even slapped the holy guard with a heavy punch.

Finally, Duraman gave Thales a bitter look and joined his companions.

The captives stood in the center of the field, watching the busy orcs with enthusiasm in amazement. They stepped on heavy steps in groups, ran past them, and ran in the opposite direction to the sparks!

They hardly have time to control the captives.

"How..." This was a surprised Louisa.

The next scene reveals the answer.

On a sand dune not far from them, a tall figure flicked over the gravel block, broke through the dark night, and appeared under the light of fire.

That is a knight.

A horse, a person, with its feet in the stirrups and the reins in hand.

He stepped on the swift sound of hoofs, and put his whole body freely on the horse's back, dashing together in a gallop, flying up, and washing down the sand dunes.

The two orc sentries on the sand dunes saw the knight.

They shouted angrily, holding their scary weapons, stepping on amazing steps, driving their majestic bodies, and rushing towards the invader!

The knight on the horse ignored the approaching threat. He just arched his body and galloped faster.

The two sides are getting closer.

Until they face each other.

The anger of the orcs is full of hatred: a heavy hammer and a big knife cut a dangerous arc in their hands, with terrifying power and the whistle of death, they are about to cut away. Horse belly.

Thyls was shocked.

But the knight whistled softly.

At that moment, the mount under his hip turned flexibly, stepped on his horse's hoof, and was able to turn before the weapon reached his body!

The moment the knight turned around, Thales with sharp eyes saw the pattern on his robe:

A crow.

A dark blue crow with only one-sided wings.

The knight dodges the orcs' interception dangerously and dangerously, staggering two deadly weapons.

But there is no end.

I saw a light and sharp spear protruding precisely from the horse and piercing the neck of the first orc.

Amid the roar of the two orcs, the knight’s spear tip was released as soon as it was released, and with the superb equestrian skills, it soared away, leaving only a puff of enemy blood behind.

And a few inches of ponytail.

"This sign is the crow whistle light rider of the Chroma family," the old hammer couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, "it is the famous second commando of the crow guard-the ‘thunder crow’!"

There was a move in Thales's heart: The Chroma family...

The Chroma family?

Some familiar...

The orc whose neck was pierced was roaring in anger. It stepped on terrifying heavy steps, regardless of the splashing blood, and followed the knight with his companions.

But they can't catch up.

The knight turns into an arc, riding farther and farther on the sand dunes, and riding faster.

Finally, the orc whose neck was stabbed after running a long distance, almost staining the sand red, still fell softly.

Before the last blood was drained, the orc's strong life supported it, raising his blade against the knight's erratic back.

But its blade is too short.

Unreachable.

It thought so, and its sturdy arms trembled in the air for a moment, and finally hung weakly.

Not moving anymore.

Under the sand dunes, the Kandal War Chief watched its soldiers fall from a distance, and roared in grief.

The orcs shouted together, venting the hatred in their hearts.

"Oh! Rockbreakers, I haven't seen you in two days!"

The first human knight looked at the burning camp not far away, looked at the angry orcs below, and stopped the horse.

He stopped on the sand dune, laughter came from afar, and it reached every orc’s ears: "The Day of Chasing the Holy Day hasn’t arrived yet. Let’s have a bonfire party now..."

"Isn't it too early?"

The other orc sentry howled sternly and rushed towards the knight.

It failed to reach the end.

"Puff--Puff--"

The second knight rushed from the other side of the sand dune, and when the orc turned his head, he showed a saber and passed it by.

Amidst Kandal's stern roar, the head of the second orc flew high with unwilling and angry eyes.

The captives were silent, and the orcs cried out in grief.

Thyls stared at this scene in a daze, watching the ferocious orcs die one after another.

Kandall's roar is getting more and more urgent.

Under his order, the nearly hundred orcs quickly divided into two parts:

Nearly twenty orcs with amazing aura, holding heavy weapons, stepping forward, facing the sand dune where the knight is in formation.

The rest of the orcs chanted slogans, biting a lot of hatred-put away their weapons, turned their heads, and ran in the opposite direction.

"What are they doing..." Quickline looked surprised.

The old hammer shook his head, and the experienced man gave the answer briefly:

"Escape."

Thyls was about to ask a question, but found that the next moment, he was caught in the neck by a huge orc!

"Wya!" In the anger of Dean and Louisa, Thales was clamped in Kandal's left arm.

But the orcs guarding the captives did not move. They stood coldly behind the humans, suppressing everyone who wanted to resist.

Thyls wanted to exert his strength, but found that the opponent's strength was the most terrifying he has ever encountered: "You--"

He didn't finish his words, because the next moment Kandal's iron fork forced his throat.

"Quiet!"

The orc war chief clasped Thales' throat, looked at his suspicious eyes, and said coldly to the captives: "This will be over soon-I don't want to make the scene too ugly."

The next second, Kandal put his mouth on his ear and spoke in a voice that only two people could hear: "Tell your father, and tell Morat."

"I found you first."

"And I know who you are."

In that second, Thales froze completely.

Dean and Luisa are still shouting excitedly, but it doesn't matter anymore.

What?

Father?

Morat?

Find me first?

Know who I am?

It's all... what do you mean?

Kandall turned Thales' head towards him, his bright yellow eyes sharp.

Tales stared at Kandal with a puzzled.

He suddenly found that the other party's expression was extremely serious at the moment, neither the humor before, nor the grief and anger just now.

But calm.

Rarely calm.

"So, Canstar, I fulfilled my promise," Kandal said in a low voice, "What about yours?"

"There will be a period, the game card."

The next moment, Thales felt a pain in his forehead, and instantly ate a mouthful of sand.

"Huaiya!"

A few seconds later, Thales, who was lifted from the sand by Dean in a panic, could only look at the back of the orc warchief in shock and confusion, watching Kandal and his The warriors joined the tribe and ran away.

What's the matter?

"Are you okay? What did it do to you?"

Thyls didn't answer, he just blinked and was surprised.

Its promise? Canstar's promise?

He doesn't understand.

This orc...

What is this orc...

"My God," Quickline blinked in disbelief, and pulled McGee up from the ground: "We survived...they are gone!"

Dean looked at the orcs running in the distance, and then at the orcs left to form the formation, with a complex expression.

The knights on the sand dunes rushed down with a whistle. They had more than a dozen riders, flexibly circumventing the formation of the orcs, and chasing after the running Kandal.

With the departure of the orcs, the captives regained their freedom, but they did not have the time to cheer for their luck, because soon, the next thing attracted all their attention.

The waves.

For that second, Thales thought he had heard it wrong.

But yes.

It's the waves.

Ruoruuowu's sound of waves hit his ears over and over again.

Wow...

"What's that?" Quickline asked in horror.

"Oh..." Old Hammer looked ugly.

In the firelight, the captives looked around in panic, but saw nothing except the dark horizon.

But the waves did not disappear.

Wow...

After ten seconds, the "wave" is getting closer and bigger!

It became a terrible raging wave.

Boom...

The next moment, the captives looked at the ground in horror, and then into the distance.

"Shit." Dean swore.

Everyone felt it: a shock that could not be ignored was continuously passing from the sand to the foot, hitting the back.

Boom...

The ground vibrations are getting bigger, more obvious, and more frequent.

Boom...

Thyls even felt that his heart was about to be shaken out.

Boom...

Finally, the anxiety caused by the raging waves is over.

In an instant, on the top of the sand dune ahead, countless black shadows appeared on the boundary line between the sky and the earth.

Boom...

In the blazing fire, the shadows formed a continuous black line.

They are like densely packed ants, and like a sweeping Kuroshio, they cover the sand dunes from top to bottom, dyeing the gravel under the firelight to pitch black.

As night.

"My God, that was..." Louisa narrowed her eyes, her face pale.

Thyls couldn't help holding his breath.

He saw the dark shadow clearly.

It's people.

Exactly.

The cavalry.

Countless cavalry!

Boom...

They stepped on rolling iron hoofs, and the momentum was amazing, overwhelming!

Like the black lava swallowing everything on the crater, pouring down extremely fast.

Pounced on this small camp.

There is nothing to stop.

Unstoppable.

Thyls looked at this scene suddenly.

On the top of the sand dune, a knight in the shape of a commander appeared in the firelight and gave orders loudly.

The cavalry responded to him, shouting.

But Thales didn't pay attention to him.

What he saw was: Behind the leader knight, another galloping knight, holding a high flag in his hand.

With Mercedes-Benz, the flag was completely shaken in the flames.

Thyls stared blankly at the banner, looking at the unfamiliar or familiar pattern, and his heart was full of flavors.

That is one side...

One side...

One side with white border and blue background...

Silver cross double star flag.

"In the name of His Majesty Kessel!"

In the next second, the leading knight raised his sword and pointed it condescendingly at the camp under the hoof: "Anything less than four legs..."

"Don't keep one!"

(End of this chapter)

Fiction Recommendation: The President of Food Adventure is Lengwen overlord Marriage of the injured city army sultry: the major general's wife is too hot. Hello, Mr. Mo was born again in the 1970s. Trial marriage for 100 days: young night, addicted to the city Senior expert farmer’s little widow: farming with buns to deceive marriage. President: petting Xiaojiao’s wife in another world.

The previous chapter has no next chapter

Chapter 376 Banner, Kingdom Bloodline-Shanwu Novels.com