Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 150: Wake up

Yordel knelt on the spot in silence, on the weird dark purple mask, a pair of mirror holes were dark.

Thyls sighed slightly after suppressing thousands of thoughts.

"So, you are there."

Yordel's mask moved.

"Yes," a hoarse and dull voice sounded from under the mask:

"I am here."

The man behind the mask gently stretched out his gloved right hand:

"I have always been there."

Thyls was silent for a few seconds, and the soreness in his arm gradually disappeared.

He took a deep breath.

"Yes."

The prince raised his head with a gentle smile: "I know."

"I have always known."

As soon as he grasped the palm of Yodel's hand, he stood up with the power of the latter.

The flame heart of the torch in Yordel's hand shook lightly, illuminating the surroundings, but it seemed that the color was condensed when it hit Yordel, with few reflections.

Only set off his mask more mysteriously and deeply.

Tyles let go of Yordel's hand and stared at him silently.

Not long ago, the **** battle between Nicolet and Monty in the wasteland was not only thrilling, but also affected the pond fish. Poor Thales caught in the middle was not only the core bargaining chip for both sides, but also the key to the two to control the enemy. Means, even serious injuries, wandering life and death.

Under the rare opportunity, the crime of the prison river transpired from the ground for a long time, devouring the young man at that moment.

While Thales was lying on the ground dying, accepting the uncontrollable pain and torment of the crime of the prison river, the sensitive officer who was excited at that moment gave back new information to the prince of stars.

Except for the meteorite and the dead crow, and the immobile himself, Thales felt the fourth person.

The fourth if there is no breathing, the fourth footsteps rub against the ground, and the fourth hides the mysterious character in the shadow like a curtain.

It is silently leaning on the huge rock where the Blade Guards will face off. It is like a rock, motionless, almost integrated with the environment. Even when Thales is in danger, it still lurks quietly, waiting indifferently and cautiously. The victory and defeat of Nicolai and Monti.

The two extreme masters in the fierce battle knew nothing.

Like...in the past.

Thyls may not recognize the figure, but this does not prevent him from recognizing the "curtain" through the short-term enhanced version of the sense of hell-that layer of wonder and unusual, even the prince himself has experienced An invisible ripple that separates color and sound.

The realm of shadows.

At that moment, Thales suddenly understood that in the Secret Branch headquarters of Longxiao City, if Raphael, who was deliberate and curious, was right, it must be this sentence:

[We will make sure that you will have trusted power and manpower to protect you from the outside of Longxiao City to the Great Desert from beginning to end-of course, the number of people will not be too many, but they are rare elites in the world... …】

Yordel.

That’s why Thales could safely move forward without looking back into the desert after leaving Nicolai and Monty’s lives.

After escaping from Longxiao City, on the bright side, Monty as the best scout took Thales to escape the threat of chasers, secretly, Yordel, who did not know when to sneak into the north, served as a protection in the shadows. Watching their movements-maybe Secret Branch had long doubted the loyalty of the Dead Crow, maybe this was the final test for Monty.

In the great desert, Thales was caught in a dangerous situation several times. In the end, there was always a magical "luck" that allowed him to escape the cold trap of the desert god: whether it was running out of water and food, he lost consciousness and fell on the sand. Shouldn't the Jedi "smash into" Dante's great sword team, or when the orcs were besieging the enemy from all sides, the star army caused by the soaring fire ignited strangely in the merchant camp.

It now appears that most of these luck and coincidences are in line with Yodel's usual style of hiding secretly.

More than this, maybe, maybe on the way out of the Palace of Valor, maybe the black-robed swordsman who is attacking with two swords...

In that second, Thales, who was full of thoughts, looked at Yodel’s mask silently, looked at the man who had always been reticent, and remembered his first appearance on Red Square Street. The scene of the beggar reaching out his hand.

He suddenly realized that he already had a mask guarding his shoulders.

Just now.

"Who are you?"

The deep and prolonged voice sounded from the void, and Thales subconsciously became vigilant, but found that Yordel was motionless, only turning his head to look back.

Look at the cell shrouded in darkness.

"It's a terrible ability to hide," Sackel's voice, which has been tortured and exhausted, came from the darkness:

"I didn't even feel any strangeness before you took the sword."

Tyles frowned, and he found that Yordel seemed a little too silent.

"But that mask."

Sacker in the dark said lightly:

"I recognize that mask."

Mask?

Tyles' eyebrows twitched, and he quickly looked at Yodel, paying particular attention to his dark purple strange mask.

The thing that has made him extremely curious since the first meeting.

Just listened to the laughter of Thackerel coldly: "'Mingshen's tricks'-also one of the dowry of the Elf Queen, it has been classified as a'forbidden thing' in the royal treasury for 300 years. It's not without reason."

Myojin trick?

What's this name?

Thyles was disturbed in his words.

"Latent shadow, camouflage, observation, insight, and even delayed damage..." The prisoner in the prison slowly said: "It can give the owner too much benefit..."

"It's about to catch up with the price it asks for."

Price.

Thyls couldn't help but glanced at Yordel again, but the latter was silent and said nothing.

"Who are you?"

It seems that Thaker is also a little impatient, and his voice has a hint of impatience: "Even if you don't look at that mask, not everyone is qualified to control the Supreme Sword."

"Secret Branch? Or the Royal Family?"

Just when Thales stared, trying to remind them of their current situation, Yordel suddenly said.

"I'm just a nameless person." The mask guard said lightly.

The prisoner in the dark was silent for a while.

"No, you are not."

His tone is sure.

"You are not."

Behind the mask named "Mingshen's Trick", his eyes moved slightly.

There was a long sigh from Thacker.

Something seems to have been thought of.

"I told you..."

"A long time ago, I said when I taught you unarmed combat in the Fuxing Palace," the former royal guard's watchman said with an unspeakable bleak:

"You are not suitable to be a king assassin."

Thyls saw the long-awaited figure of the mask guard and shook after these words.

Sacker sighed and spit out a familiar name:

"Little Yodd."

The scene seemed to be still in the air, only the flames continued to flicker.

A few seconds later, Yodel turned around slowly, and his hoarse voice sounded hard:

"Long time no see."

"Mr."

Thyls looked at both sides awkwardly.

Obviously, this is a long-lost reunion.

"You shouldn't wear that mask," Thacker didn't listen to Yodel, his voice with a touch of sadness:

"You shouldn't."

This is the last sentence, and with a rustling sound, his movements are lost in the darkness of the cell.

Yordel did not speak.

Before, Thales, who was so affected by the atmosphere that he didn't dare to take a mouthful, rolled his eyes and pointed carefully to the way he came, the deep passage.

"So, we now..."

Yordel raised his head, no longer looking in the direction of Thacker:

"Don't worry, Secret Branch is on the ground, everything is ready."

It's Thales' turn to frown slightly.

"Secret Division? Did they always know? Since I came back, about the shield of deception, about the prison of bones, about..."

He looked at Yodel suspiciously.

"Half," Yodel nodded, then shook his head, "They knew half of it from the End Tower."

"The half of the Shield of Deception, I told them-your return journey is not smooth, many people are very interested in you."

The mask guard said silently.

Tyles exhaled.

"Really good news." A faint annoyance filled his heart.

It's terrible.

This is the voice of the prince.

Tyles tried his best to get rid of the irritability, cleared his throat, and said to Yordel:

"Listen, Yodel, uh, how should I put it, when I come back, there is such a mercenary..."

While Thales was upset, Yodel suddenly spoke:

"'Quick rope'."

He is simple and straightforward.

But Thales was startled.

"Secret Branch doesn't know him," Yordel seemed to know what Thales thought, "Let’s see what we can do."

Tyles opened his mouth and closed it again.

He looked at Yodel, suddenly grateful to him.

Grateful for the other person's understanding.

But Yordel obviously didn't need the prince to say thank you, he nodded consciously and turned around.

"We should go now."

Thyls' eyebrows moved.

"Oh, wait a minute."

At the prince's sign, Yodel held a torch and followed Thales to Ricky's fallen body.

Tyles looked at Ricky in a pool of blood. It was hard to imagine that in the tavern just an hour ago, this guy brought himself down without much effort.

It's so cold.

The leader of the Sword of Disaster.

The prince shook his head helplessly, and knelt down to flatten Ricky's body.

Showing the latter's staring, empty eyes.

"Excuse me, dear Crassus," Thales looked at Ricky's pale face in a complicated mood, took the confiscated dagger from his arms, and shook it at the dead man before buckling it. Waist, regardless of whether the other party can hear:

"I believe this is mine."

Yordel silently looked at the sheathed dagger, watched the prince talk to a corpse, and remained silent.

Tyles took a dig in Ricky's arms again, with skillful movements, straight to the key, fast and efficient.

It seems to have returned to my childhood, searching for unconscious drunks or unclaimed corpses in the smelly ditch of the lower city.

"And this..."

Tyles sighed, took out a piece of yellowed precious letter paper, shook it open in front of him, and looked at the signature of "H·N·Can Star" below, quite a little sigh:

"I believe it is not yours either."

The prince didn't have the time to take a closer look. He took a deep breath, carefully folded this unusual last letter, and put it in his arms.

Yordel suddenly spoke at this moment:

"Weapons."

"Huh?" Thales looked back.

"You should take his weapon," Yodel's mask moved slightly: "We are not out of danger, and you can't just rely on a self-defense dagger."

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

"Okay," the prince shrugged, looked at Ricky's waist, and looked at the slender saber that was tightly wrapped in cloth and was never unsheathed:

"I guess, this sword is useless in his hands."

Tyles took off Ricky's belt and tore off his saber belt.

"You are a good person, Ricky, thank you for your protection and... generosity."

Thyls muttered to himself as he unwrapped the cloth and exposed the long sword.

This is an unusual sword.

Thyls felt this way the first time he saw it.

He saw that the sword grid was inlaid with a soft-colored silver diamond, which set off the weapon's elegant and quiet nobleness. Its carefully cast guard and hilt formed a standard right angle, which looked neat and tidy. And Yan Ming, the two blades from the tip to the body of the sword have a graceful arc, even under the dim firelight, they look shiny and silky.

When Thales held the hilt and lifted it, he immediately found that the weapon in his hand had an amazing sense of balance, and it swung smoothly and freely without any lag.

"Good fellow." Thales pulled a few swords and exclaimed.

Compared with it, the weapons of the Northlanders seem to be shoddy, and even the creations of the stars are inferior. As for the weapons of the orcs, uh...

But what attracts Thales most is not its shape, but the inscriptions engraved on both sides of the blade.

"Ancient imperial writing." Thales murmured, looking back and forth at the inscription on the blade.

But compared to other ancient imperial scripts, this time, he could only recognize a few phrases on the two lines of inscriptions.

"Everything is endless..."

Thyls looked at the inscription with a headache that was completely different from most written fonts: "What is eternal..."

God.

He really needs to make up for the star culture.

Tyles shook his head, took the last thing out of Ricky's arms, and just passed his eyes and threw it to Yordle at will.

"Hey, take this, it will be useful."

"As for him..."

Tyles glanced at Semir, who was lying on the side, unconscious, remembering his sensitive and complicated identity, and sighed: "Let the secret department handle it."

At this moment, Yordel's figure flashed in an instant!

"咻——咚!"

With a loud sound, Thales was thrown to the ground before he could react!

"Hold it down!"

An anxious anger sounded from the passage: "Don't hurt our target."

Tyles panted heavily, squeezed Ricky's sword, and stood up by the arm of Yordel, looking at his original position with lingering fear: a crossbow arrow was nailed in place, and the tail trembling slightly.

But now is not the time to rejoice.

In the next second, a lightning-fast sword light came from the air in an instant!

Meeting another dark blade in the air.

"Clang!"

A piercing clash sounded.

Thyls only felt his eardrum for a while, and he was immediately pushed back by Yodel, backing more than a dozen steps in a row!

The figure of the mask guard flickered in the air many times, trying to avoid two backstrokes that were faster and more fierce than the first sword, and a backflip, which fell in front of Thales.

Somewhat embarrassing.

Thyls saw the abrupt attacker clearly, and his heart was tight.

Oops.

I saw the middle-aged swordsmen in the Northland, Clay stood coldly in front of them, staring at Yodel angrily, the "dark light" long sword in his hand trembling endlessly.

He is not the only one.

Step on! tread! tread!

The sound of multiple footsteps sounded from the end of the passage, as the fire light approached extremely fast.

As the sword of disaster, Josh Qiqi appeared at the entrance of the passage, followed by more than a dozen fierce mercenaries.

"My God!"

Josh put down the crossbow in his hand and stared at the scene in a daze.

He looked at the leader who fell in a pool of blood and the unconscious Semir, and showed a look of astonishment with his companions.

"This...Ricky..."

"No..."

From shock to resentment, from anger to hatred, the Swords of Disaster looked at the only remaining Yordel and Thales.

Tyles gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

They came too... too soon!

Just now, Yordel knocked down two people, almost silently...

And it takes a long time to pass through this passage.

Why are they so fast...

"Siege formation!"

Kleibao, who saw the situation clearly on the court, yelled, full of anger.

The swords of disaster spread out in a semicircle, showing fierce lights but carefully surrounding the prince and guard.

In the face of countless hatred and murderous eyes, Thales subconsciously raised Ricky's sword.

Yordel's knees bend slightly, and the supreme sword changes into a backhand in his palm.

"Ricky is right."

Kray looked bitterly at the leader's corpse on the ground, and looked at the special long sword in Thales's hand: "He is right."

He finally raised the dark light and pointed angrily at the mask guard Yordel:

"Sure enough, you are the sneaky guy who has been following us in secret to make trouble!"

Thyls's heart moved:

"Does he know?"

He looked at the leader of the sword of disaster on the ground in disbelief: "Ricky knows?"

Clay snorted bitterly, extremely unwilling.

"Of course he knows."

The middle-aged swordsman in the North said coldly:

"Just now, when we confronted the Shield of Deception, you secretly attacked and provoked the battle, right? You want to see us both hurt and benefit from it."

Yordel was silent.

Cray gritted his teeth and said: "Ricky has been skeptical since then-the battle started too quickly and suddenly, too unprepared, unlike the coercive and enticing style of a drill."

Thyls understood something and turned pale.

That means...

"So Ricky deliberately removed his hands and brought me here," the prince stared at Ricky's body in a daze, looking at the empty hall:

"Just for, for..."

"In order to lead out this sabotage rat in secret." Josh coldly threw the crossbow, and drew two strangely shaped hand axes from behind:

"A master assassin who is lurking in the dark, even capable of hiding his body."

All the gazes of the Sword of Disaster were fixed on Yordle.

"The only thing Ricky didn't expect was that this hidden head and tailed mouse had the power to kill him," Kray looked at Ricky's dead body on the ground, full of hatred: "Even the ambush signal is too late to send out. ."

Tyles looked at Yordel with an ugly face.

But only the dark purple mask can be seen.

"Do you know what, wearing a mask."

Kray's longsword trembled slightly, and Thales could see the power of ending build up in his body, bursting with his anger: "I promise you-you will pay for this."

The swords of disaster opened up together, and the hall was filled with murderous intent.

Talston felt a headache.

Yordel raised his head slowly.

His faint voice came from under the mask: "I know."

"Know it from the beginning."

The next moment, the torch in Yordel's hand went out quickly and fell to the ground!

The whole person guarded by the mask disappeared like morning dew, instantly disappearing before everyone's eyes!

It's very weird.

"He is invisible again!"

The people of the Sword of Disaster are obviously experienced. They are not confused by the sight before them, but Kray roars:

"Don't use your eyes, feel the killing intent with the power of ending!"

At that moment, Thales' hairs in the senses of **** stood up--he felt the dozens of disaster swords in front of him all raising their swords, waiting in battle.

The power of the end spreads out of their bodies, each is different, or gathers somewhere, or rushes, or ignites the rhythm, or endlessly-but it is the same turbulent, violent, crazy, Lian Thiel When Si looked at it from a distance, it stings inexplicably.

Very different from ordinary people.

"Take that little one first!"

"No matter what the trick, if he wants to attack, he must first show his figure and even show his murderous intent!" Clay calmly ordered the mercenaries to surround the exit and pay attention to every corner.

"The moment he became visible," Clay said coldly, watching the surroundings:

"It's the time of death."

Tyles' eyelids twitched and he felt bad.

"Eighteen," Thales stepped back slowly, counting the enemies in front of him, moving his lips, and whispering to the empty void:

"There are a few masters no less than Ricky."

"Can you do it?"

There was a unique hoarse voice in the air quietly, just like six years ago: "They have a number, a formation, a preparation, and they know my existence. If you make a breakthrough..."

After hearing the other party's meaning, Thales felt deep in his heart.

"I am not the fury of the kingdom." Yordel said sadly.

In front of them, the people of the Sword of Disaster were vigilant around, pressing harder.

"So the answer is no."

Thyls was frustrated and frowning, but he could only bite the bullet and think of a solution: "Okay, then I will try to..."

But Yordel’s words continued to come, interrupting him:

"But someone can."

Thyls was startled.

Huh?

Can someone please?

The next second, the wind screams!

"Boom!"

A mercenary holding a torch staggered back. The torch came out of his hand and hit the wall along with an attacking stone.

As if a gust of wind had blown, the three remaining flames in the field swayed in the hands of the sword of disaster!

"There!" Kray yelled angrily, sword light like a thunder attack!

Thyls only had time to see Yordel's figure flashing in the air, fighting with swords.

"Clang!"

The figure of the mask guarding the ghost first pushes back one person, and then retreats embarrassed by the attack of the three.

After passing countless times into the palace, he rolled over, but his back leaned against the stone pillars in the hall, with nowhere to go.

"Walk around and kill him!" Clay's killing was merciless.

But the next moment, Yodel's figure disappeared again on the stone pillar.

"Boom!"

A heavy hammer slammed the stone pillar where the mask guard had disappeared, spitting stone debris.

"Fuck!" Josh, who had fallen short, scolded.

The Disaster Swords turned their heads calmly, formed a formation, and waited for the opportunity again.

However, after a few seconds--

"Kara..."

A strange voice came from not far away!

Swords of Disaster were all taken aback.

Kray frowned and turned back: "What the hell--"

But then, another Sword of Disaster found the trail of the enemy and shouted to remind:

"There!"

The mercenaries turned their heads together, and found the figure of Yodel on the wall behind the hall.

"Kill!"

Josh yelled and led people to rush forward, and the four swords came out, forcing Yodel to rush.

But Clay saw more.

He saw that the dark weird man in the mask put his left hand on the wall and lightly opened a ring.

The rings?

Beside the ring, there is an iron plate with words.

Kray's face changed!

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw a familiar emblem on the stone pillar where Yodel disappeared.

That eye.

To the omniscient eye.

I don't know when it will start, but the long crystal green key originally belonging to Ricky has been firmly inserted in the center of the emblem.

No.

This is Clay's first thought.

The next moment, the rough metal friction and the crisp machine sound continued!

"Kara——Kara——Kara!"

The Swords of Disaster were shocked by their movements, making Yordel escape from the siege again, sneaking into the shadows, and flying a torch.

"Kara——Kara!"

The noisy and harsh machine sound rang for several seconds, torturing everyone's ears.

"Boom."

Until it disappeared abruptly with a muffled noise.

Like the axe blade on the guillotine, after experiencing the friction that represents death and blood, it made a loud sound and fell to the low end.

Clay and Josh turned their heads in astonishment, barely illuminated by the last torch, and looked to the back of the hall.

disappeared.

Cray opened his eyes blankly, looking at the notorious dark cell.

disappeared.

I don’t know when, in the deep cell behind the hall, there is a mysterious railing that isolates and tortured prisoners...

It's gone.

Only dozens of round holes on the ground are left, telling where they are going.

Only a quiet darkness is left behind, setting off the faint silence.

"Oops." Clay blurted out subconsciously, even having no time to care about Yordel's whereabouts.

Looking at the ominous darkness that should have been separated by a mysterious fence, the swords of disaster subconsciously retreated and gathered.

They looked at each other, and many people felt unreasonable anxiety deep in their hearts.

One second later, a long and long inhalation sound came out slowly from the dead darkness and darkness that no one knew:

"Haah--"

The voice is a bit heavier, and the breath is a bit urgent.

It's like someone who hasn't breathed for a long time, get the first breath of air.

Even the dim flames flickered.

At that moment, the mercenaries immersed in the power of the strange ending slapped their scalps and their hairs stood up!

Their powers of ending rioted together, like restless animals.

How--

"Stay steady!" Clay gritted his teeth and shouted: "Formation!"

Under the turbulent force of the end, the mercenaries had to do their best to restrain themselves, restraining uncontrolled anger and inexplicable panic.

Then all looked at the mysterious darkness.

An exhalation sounded in the darkness again.

Compared with before, the breath this time looks dull and steady.

"Call..."

It's also quite boring~IndoMTL.com~ There are rustling noises in the dark.

Sweat dripped from Kray's forehead. He firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, suppressing the "touch of greed" that was crazily working in his body, alerting to the unknown darkness ahead.

What are you doing?

He knows that there are not many cases where the end power of the Sword of Disaster can be so violent.

And what is that...

Just now.

"Ah..." A boring, unremarkable male voice spread from the darkness:

"I really need to shave."

Pure accent and sad language.

In doubt and panic, the swords of disaster looked at each other, breathing faster.

Clay's eyelids twitched slightly.

The moment he heard this voice, he suddenly had an illusion:

In the darkness ahead, there seems to be a terrible beast, just waking up from its hibernating cave.

Exhale its lazy and unhappy first breath.

Clay gripped the sword tighter, and he swallowed hard.

"So."

The boring male voice sounded again, with more life and a little smile:

"Do you... have razors?"

Puff!

With a muffled sound, the only remaining torch in the field went out, and the light of the fire disappeared.

The entire hall, including 18 Disaster Swords, was completely plunged into the deep silence of darkness.

There is no bottom.