Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 155: Dusk

Yanzi panted calmly, and gradually smiled.

"You can take a bet-the famous Saker, maybe I'm just bluffing, maybe it's just flash or smoke?"

He shook the ball in his hand, and it made a disturbing hum.

The penalty knight stared at the sphere, and the veins on his hand almost burst out of the skin.

Tyles' eyes rounded.

Why...

"I have to say, I was very impressed by everything just now, the penalty knight," Yaozi said with a grin:

"It seems that your sword is not old."

Sackel snorted disdainfully.

"As for you, Your Highness," the assassin leader turned to Thales, gasping slightly: "You also exceeded my expectations."

"But isn't it a pity to die here with me like this?"

Tyles looked at the drill, biting his lower lip.

With this one, the situation once again slid in a direction they couldn't control.

The prince looked at Yodel, but the mask guard just shook his head slightly.

Damn it.

"Let him go, brazier," Thales took a deep breath and solemnly said: "I promise in the name of the star that you can leave safely."

Sackel glanced at Thales.

But Yaozi shook his head, his smile still.

"No, Your Highness."

"Do you think that I came here to ‘depart safely’?"

Yangzi sneered and said: "The shadow is immortal, because we are not afraid of death."

He gently drew a bottle from his arms and let it roll between the two sides under Thacker's watchful eyes.

"This is the most common drug, my lord, I swear, there will be no side effects," Yaozi said with a chuckle, "please let your legendary knight drink it."

He shook the alchemy ball in his hand:

"We can live in peace."

Staring at the potion in the bottle, Thales' face became cold.

"Do you think this is possible?"

Sackel also snorted.

But Yaozi just shook his head.

"I know, this may make you a little uncomfortable, but compared with the next..."

He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers with a grin: "They're here, I hate it, but..."

The sound of footsteps sounded.

Thyls and Thacker raised their weapons warily.

However, those who walked out of the darkness made His Royal Highness shocked.

That are three assassins.

They escorted three five-flower-tied people, slowly coming to the flames.

"No." Thales said blankly.

No.

How could it be them?

Sackel turned his head and glanced at the prince, then twitched his mouth in confusion.

Yangzi smiled, he took a step back, but he never put down the alchemy ball in his hand.

"I have three hostages here, oh, now there are four."

He snorted smugly at the newcomers.

Thyls looked at the drill in anger, then at the people coming.

Damn it.

I saw Yaozi smiled and drew out the dagger, and came to the first hostage to be bound. She couldn't help struggling and raised her face.

"First of all, the enemy who has made you suffer."

Baozi laughed and shook his head.

Under his blade, the two-sword mercenary of the Sword of Disaster, and the girl whom he had kissed once, Ms. Marina described as embarrassed and exhausted.

She gritted her teeth, first glanced at Thales in disgrace with a sense of shame, and then struggled with anger:

"Bah, cockroach."

The assassin behind her gave her a hard blow, and Marina suddenly softened.

Tyles' heart slowly cooled.

The drill came in front of the next person, and the dagger flicked in his hand.

"Secondly, strangers who have a simple taste."

The owner of my tavern, Tampa obediently accepted the assassin’s persecution, and saw him with a gray face and sighed in despair:

"Pour the blood mold, I probably forgot to worship the **** of desert today..."

Thyls clenched his fists.

The brazier walked to the last person, smiled and pressed the dagger on the latter's neck.

"Next, your loyal subordinates."

I saw the rookie mercenary who had been separated for a while, and the strange red-haired fast rope showed a simple and innocent smile.

He reluctantly and awkwardly twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows flatteringly at Thales:

"Uh, hey, your Royal Highness Thales, remember me, I am yours...your one...your Wya Casso?"

Your Huaiya?

Tyles exhaled in pain, his sword slammed heavily.

Boom.

Go to your mother's Huaia!

(In Longxiao City, I was sneezing with a masked mute prince attendant with big eyes and small eyes.)

Why are you so stupid!

Aren't you still in the hands of the Sword of Disaster?

I was caught by them?

Quickline still blinked a pair of innocent big eyes, grievance and embarrassment faintly visible.

But it's not over yet.

He raised his dagger, pointed it at Yodel, who was bound by the four people, and sneered.

"And the last person: a mysterious guard who follows the prince, life and death."

Yordel shook his head again.

Sachel frowned and looked at Thales.

The prince knows what he wants to ask, but...

But now this situation...

"After seeing your performance just now, Your Majesty, I have become more confident in your kindness," Yao Zi lifted his hair with a dagger and shaved sweat:

"For example..."

He narrowed his eyes and pointed his dagger at the hostages one by one: "Who would you choose to die first?"

"Enemies? Strangers? Subordinates? Guards?"

Who will die first?

Tyles stared hard, his gaze passing by these people in disbelief.

Marina twitched feebly, Tampa sighed obscurely, and the fast rope seemed extremely eager to survive, struggling to wink Thales.

Tyles' teeth clenched tighter.

How...

How come...

Alchemy ball, take hostage?

Yordel.

There is also a fast rope.

Even the other two.

Tyles struggled, trying not to look at Thacker's suspicious expression.

The wound on his shoulder was aching.

"It's impossible," the prince said with difficulty, but found himself unable to do anything:

"Sachel has his own dignity and choice."

"I don't think he would be willing to drink your drug..."

The drill quickly interrupted him.

"Then we will retreat and ask for the second time," the assassin leader said with a smile:

"I am a good speaker."

The drill raised the metal ball in his hand intentionally or unintentionally:

"His Royal Highness, why don't you come and drink the drug, and then for your sleep, how far can your knight go?"

Thyls was startled at first, then unhappy in his heart.

Sacker snorted softly and sneered at the corner of his mouth:

"You really dare to say it."

Yangzi blinked politely, not seeing the slightest before he was forced by the penalty knight into a desperate panic.

Thyls was silent and did not speak.

He suddenly felt that the torch behind Brazier was so dazzling.

What to do.

Where is the way out?

"Are you sure?"

Thyls said bitterly: "Let go now, you still have a chance to escape."

Yangzi chuckled.

"Your decision, your lord," he ignored Thales' words at all, but shrugged his shoulders:

"Or can we order an appetizer first?"

"Let us test it. Where can your kindness go?"

Appetizers?

Tyles frowned, an ominous feeling in his heart.

I saw the brazier holding the dagger and walking to Marina, the sharp blade pressed against the blood vessels in her neck, forcing her to raise her head back.

"An Fu, ma'am," Brazier stood behind Marina, grinning and said:

"It's not good to scratch your face."

Marina, who was about to struggle, turned pale.

Thyls's expression grew worse.

Sackel watched Thales’ face, as if he understood something, thoughtfully.

"How about starting with the enemy?"

Yaozi sneered, staring at Thales from a distance: "I will cut her blood vessels, and I will be the clock to remind you to make decisions."

"Then the stranger, the subordinate, the guard?"

Every word of Yaozi made Thales more uncomfortable and more angry.

Calm down, Thales.

Calm down!

In his rich and colorful life experience, there are only scenes in which he is thrust against his neck with a knife.

Be threatened by someone else's life...

This is really the first time.

Tyles pressed his lips together and mocked himself ironically.

I just feel extremely depressed inside.

"Sackel," he said hard:

"Can you..."

But Sackel seemed to know what he was going to say a long time ago, and just shook his head.

"The potentially deadly alchemy ball, plus four hostages, they are in different positions, so I can't look around again."

The penalty knight shook his head solemnly:

"No one can do it."

Thyls sank inwardly.

His last hope was lost.

Sackel looked at the prince and sighed slightly.

"But I can still save you, kid."

The penalty knight glanced at Yaozi from a distance and said softly: "His words are not credible, and your identity is obviously more important than them."

"This choice is not difficult."

Tyles' arms tightened, and he felt that the sword in his hand was extremely heavy.

Not difficult to choose?

But...

Tyles swept through every hostage one by one: the grumpy and troubled noble Marina, the treacherous but kind Tampa boss, and the fast rope with a very free and easy identity.

And...

The prince looked hard at the seemingly dying mask guard.

Choose to sacrifice them all, and then I escape by myself?

Or to sacrifice some of their "not so important" people, and then hope that Saker's assault will reverse the situation?

No.

No!

The opponent has more than one chip.

And he...

He has nothing and can't do anything.

Thyls only felt his shoulders heavy.

"I don't have a whole day, Your Highness," Yaozi said coldly, tired of the deadlock:

"Quick decision."

It's strange. At this moment, Thales suddenly remembered six years ago.

In the Palace of Heroes six years ago, facing the five grand princes, he was hoarse and almost desperate.

At that time, I even wavered, considering whether to accept Ashida's proposal and use the latter's power to overturn the chessboard.

Wait.

Thinking of this, Thales trembled slightly.

He clenched his teeth, his right hand on the hilt gradually stiffened.

He is not...

Not at a loss, is it?

At least.

Thyls raised his head with difficulty, looking around everyone.

He, Thales Canxing.

There is still the last bargaining chip.

The last.

Thinking of this, Thales almost crushed the hilt in his hand.

The prince looked straight at Yordel's dark purple mask, with a dilemma in his eyes.

The mask guarded his heart.

He suddenly knew what the prince was going to do.

"No," Yodel struggled with a trembling, calling his name anxiously:

"Thyls! No!"

"Don't take risks! You are more important than all of us!"

Tyles closed his eyes.

Sackel frowned, and the drill cast his eyes suspiciously.

I am more important than all of them...?

The prince remembered the assassination in the Palace of Renewal a long time ago. At that time, it was Yordel who pushed him away and blocked three crossbow arrows alone.

He remembered that in Longxiao City, other people entered the Palace of Valor with their weapons to fight for the prince's unstable plan.

At that time...

For Yordel, for them...

That is not a difficult choice.

Isn't it?

Because...

Because he is not just Thales.

It is Prince Thales.

Is the heir of the kingdom.

However.

Is he?

Thyls remembered what Ashida had said to him a long, long time ago.

[If I came to you when you were still a beggar, would you still react like this? 】

The prince gritted his teeth and thought of himself.

[When you are living in the prince’s title, or struggling with the misery of beggars, when you are back and forth between the happiness and pain of the two, have you ever thought about yourself What exactly is it? 】

[A prince honored by blood? A naturally humble and unfortunate beggar? A precocious genius child? A poor man struggling and trying to change his destiny? 】

Tyles' breathing began to accelerate again.

[When you are stripped of all the definitions made by others, leaving all the situations in which you exist, what is left of yourself? 】

What am I left with?

The next second, Thales opened his eyes suddenly!

"Sacker."

At that moment, he felt his voice become firm and thick.

"The former penal officer and watchman of the Royal Guard, Mr. Immanu Sacker, right?"

It's no longer the ugly, frivolous drake voice.

But his heart is extremely relaxed and open-minded.

No longer worrying about the burdens.

The penalty knight who was watching the enemy frowned and turned his head: "Huh?"

Thyls is decisive and authentic:

"Please act by chance and do your best."

Sake El is slightly taken aback:

"What machine do you see?"

Thyls did not answer, just smiled faintly.

The fast-rope held captive thought Thales was finally going to give them up, and hurriedly said: "Um, Thales? Listen to me, we can choose a more neutral one..."

But Thales shook his head.

"Shut up, fast rope," Star Prince sighed:

"By the way, your sales eloquence is very poor."

Quick rope froze.

Tyles took a deep breath, smiled, and looked at the brazier calmly and coldly.

"Do you know, Yaozi, here, here is the site of the Tower of Alchemy."

"They left a lot of things, most of which were inherited by the Star Kingdom."

The brazier's complexion became cold, and he suddenly felt bad.

The tower of alchemy?

What do you mean?

I saw the prince look at the dilapidated environment in the dim dungeon and thrust his sword into the ground heavily:

"The wizards...when they didn't disappear, there were always various tricks, and the alchemy ball was just the most insignificant one..."

Thyls looked at this beautifully decorated long sword in a complicated mood.

"The Canopy Star Royal Family knows some of them, and they have mastered some of them," he said in a daze, and then laughed out again, as if talking to himself:

"Of course, I'm not talking about glittering golden blood..."

Sachelle narrowed his eyes and looked at Thales again.

Yanzi silently gestured, and the assassins restrained the hostages tighter.

The prince raised his head and looked at the assassins ahead.

Tyles turned away, as if he didn't see Yordel shaking his head heavily.

Who am I?

This is Thales.

From the first day in this world.

To the last day.

He said silently.

No one can change.

No one can deny it.

No one can question.

Because I am, and I can only be Thales.

Not other.

Tyles clenched the hilt with both hands, feeling peaceful.

"Don't blink," the prince smiled lightly under everyone's strange eyes:

"Because..."

"This may be the most interesting, magical and gorgeous magic show you have ever seen in your life."

Thyls moved his left hand down calmly and gently stroked the sharp silver blade of the long sword.

He felt tingling and warmth in his palm.

Once, he did this when he was extremely excited.

But now, he is so calm.

Will he succeed?

The drill felt wrong instinctively. He pressed Marina's throat firmly and gritted his teeth threatening: "His Royal Highness, I swear, if you do any tricks, I will immediately do it..."

But Thales can't hear him anymore.

Even Yordel and Thackerel disappeared from his senses.

At that moment, he was already wandering in infinite light.

As if to surpass myself.

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Donglu.

An unknown small fishing village.

In the evening.

In a simple seaside hut, a brown-skinned, quiet and graceful woman was quietly washing the wooden bowl on her hand.

She listened to the sound of the sea waves in her ears, her hands kept moving, her face calm, her expression calm.

Nothing seems to interrupt this cozy and tranquil scene.

Until the next second.

"Papa!"

A wooden bowl fell to the ground and turned endlessly.

The woman did not pick it up.

On the contrary, she slowly raised her head, her face in shock.

It seems to have seen the most incredible things in the world.

The next moment, the Qingli woman decisively left everything behind and walked out of the hut to look out at the sea.

The last sunset stays on the sea, like a child bathing in a bathtub, will sink unsinkable, lazy and naughty.

The woman looked at the sparkling golden waves of the sea and sky, but her expression became more and more solemn.

The next second, a dry voice sounded abruptly, like a heavy ink suddenly breaking into the painting!

"Freland!"

The dry voice spoke extremely fast, and seemed extremely anxious: "This is—it!"

The woman nodded, her expression not relaxing for a moment.

"I know," the woman named Flelan nodded slowly, her voice calm, unknowingly soothing everything around her:

"I feel it, that guy... is on the verge of knocking again."

That guy.

The woman frowned slightly.

The visitor of the void seems to be very hasty, and interrupts hurriedly without waiting for the other party to finish:

"It must be crazy--hurry up, where is he or she?"

Frylan didn't answer right away, she just looked at the sea level deeply.

In the next instant, something unusual happened.

Purple light.

The endless purple glow seeps from the depths of Flelan’s eyes!

The light spread on the woman's face, like branches branching.

As this light illuminates, the woman's facial features are gradually blocked, and no longer soft, and the whole person looks more and more terrifying.

It seems that everything in the world has lost its color. From this moment on, she is the only one, shining brightly,

But the woman was still looking at the sea level, motionless.

The voice in the void didn't speak any more, he knew what the other party was doing.

After a few seconds, the purple light trembled slightly.

"Sagar," the woman asked softly:

"Where are you?"

The voice in the void rang hollowly again, this time with a hint of imperceptible caution.

"Dragon City," the guest said dryly: "I heard that Giza once appeared here and had a fight to the death with the wicked lady Kreisis, so I came to look for clues. It is very lively here now. Of..."

Fryan didn't want to hear what he said, her face glowing purple lightly shook:

"The goal is not in Longxiao City, at least not within a hundred miles of you."

The woman squinted her eyes slightly, as if she was experiencing something: "Well, the feeling this time is more obvious than last time..."

After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes:

"In Westland!"

"The Great Desert!"

She is decisive and authentic.

The voice in the void was silent for a while, and when it sounded again, there was already a hint of joy:

"Can you be more precise? Your ability is better than them for searching, as long as we grab it..."

But in the next moment, Sagel's voice suddenly chopped off, as if he took a breath!

Not only him, but the light on Flelan's face trembled fiercely!

The woman seemed to feel something. She suddenly changed her color and looked up at the sky.

Everything is normal in the sky, the clouds are silent, and the sky is silent.

Only a few seagulls flew lazily across the sea at dusk, returning to their nests over the waves.

But that is not the point.

The purple light in the woman's eyes became more unstable.

The voice in the void suddenly became cautious, with a slight tremor:

"No, no, this is..."

The woman nodded solemnly:

"Hmm."

"Bloodthorn and Black Orchid," Flelan showed an unprecedented complex expression:

"They knocked on the door."

There is only quiet silence in the void.

The silence lasted for a while.

Until the woman sighed deeply:

"Presumably they have prepared countless methods just like us. They waited for six full years, waiting for the newcomer to reveal his flaws, waiting for him or her to knock on the door again."

The dry voice in the void slowly speaks, hesitating and hesitating, with uncertain suspicion, and deep unwillingness:

"So, that newcomer, that newcomer... Once he knocks on the door successfully, he enters his original state..."

Fryan sighed and nodded sadly:

"Just throw yourself into the net, and you can't escape with wings."

"Become the trophy of the twin emperors."

The sea at dusk is pleasant and silent, only the waves and the sound of gulls intersect.

The setting sun has sunk two-thirds, and the golden yellow of the sea slowly turns to crimson.

The woman stood quietly, her face sad.

The purple light dimmed from her face, restoring her original soft and beautiful face.

Until Sagar’s voice came again:

"No, that's not the point anymore."

Frylan raised her head indifferently:

"What do you mean?"

The guest in the void was silent for a long time before speaking with deep concern:

"Bloodthorn and Heilan, they are jealous of each other, their hatred is as deep as the sea, and they want to tear each other apart whenever they have the opportunity."

"Once they find the new person at the same time, I don't think they will be willing to share..."

And that means...

The dry voice slowly diminished.

Frylan frowned slightly and shook her head:

"No..."

But Sager was obviously immersed in his own words, and continued:

"Six years ago, because of the newcomer, they suddenly encountered each other in their original state, and rushed to fight each other-the aftermath of the battle provoked a huge tsunami that had been rare in a century around the end of the sea eye. Under the river, wake up and control the situation..."

The dry voice gradually weakened.

The woman furrowed her brows and her face was full of sadness.

The invisible Sager said in a murky manner: "And for this encounter, they must be well prepared."

"For newcomers..."

"Still to each other."

He murmured.

The woman is facing the sea, facing the empty void~IndoMTL.com~ There is an unbelievable expression of compassion on her face.

Well prepared twin emperors?

Facing each other as enemies?

She suddenly tightened in her heart.

"No."

The dark brown-skinned woman closed her eyes and sighed lightly:

"They are the top magicians in the world, so they don't want to destroy the world desperately and short-sightedly, right?"

This time, the hollow voice in the void smiled without emotion, rather unhappy:

"He said the same to us more than six hundred years ago."

The woman's hand holding her forearm tightened slightly.

"Who?"

The visitor in the void slowly sighed, softly spit out a strange phrase:

"Holy Day."

Frylan was taken aback for a moment.

Holy Day.

How long has it been and haven't heard anymore?

Only hear the mysterious people in the void:

"In the final battle of the end battle, in the triumphant capital of the final empire, he personally descended to meet the dead brother Truth..."

"Before the final negotiation."

Frylan did not answer.

Following another wave, the western setting sun completely submerged under the sea.

Only for this quiet and comfortable world...

A bleak future.

Wow! I'm so excited that the next chapter can finally write the story of the meteorite escape in a fair manner? by an evil face without sword