Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 166: The conspiracy of the thief and the robber

If the fast rope dies here.

My own secrets will be buried.

And he can protect himself until the danger passes.

At that moment, Thales had this idea for some reason.

Really?

But Thales acted before he had a chance to think about the idea.

"Da!"

A mercenary had a pain in the back of his head and touched his head subconsciously, and found a pebble on his feet.

When annoyed, he was about to turn around to look for the slinger--

"Hey!"

A roar sounded in the corridor!

The Swords of Disaster who stood ready to encircle the formation all had a meal and turned around.

At the end of the fire, the young man with extraordinary status and interests, holding swords in both hands, appeared behind a hidden stone pillar with a red face, looking rather weak.

A dozen mercenaries armed with swords looked at each other.

The boy's chest rises and falls, but he stares fiercely at a dozen opponents in front of him, shouting loudly:

"I am here!"

The next second, the mercenaries turned and dispersed, revealing the mercenaries Sonny and Dean standing in the middle.

The former held his saber while the latter was unarmed, with scratches on his face.

Sonny's eyes lit up when he saw the target, and Dean frowned slightly, his face solemn.

"It's great, save a lot of things."

Sonny took a deep look at Thales, stepping forward, and making a gesture.

The mercenaries beside him were ordered and immediately changed their goals.

They are well-trained and spread out on both sides, half-encircling Thales, slowly approaching.

"Hey, let's fix this here first..." Dean's voice sounded anxiously.

But Sonny interrupted him coldly and kept walking towards Thales:

"I think I know which is more important."

Dean stared at Sonny who turned around, then looked behind him, his hands empty, he could only gritted his teeth without anger.

However, Thales didn't even look at the approaching enemies. He didn't even pay attention to Sonny and Dean, just staring behind them.

Finally, as the mercenaries dispersed, Thales saw his goal:

At the end of the line of sight, the fast rope knelt on one knee, his face tired and embarrassed.

The time crossbow trembled in his hand.

He looked at Thales from a distance with a surprised look of "what are you doing?"

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked back at the incredulous eyes of the fast rope, tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it caused the wounds and swelling on his face, and the pain made him hiss and turn his head.

"Hand over the weapon, prince, let's be polite." Sonny glanced at the sword in the young man's hand, and the words were very brief.

"Or hand over a leg--anyway, Ricky's order is to capture you alive."

He drew out a single-edged axe hung on his back shoulder strap and said coldly.

Thyls frowned.

At the side of the boy, the mercenaries gradually moved closer, and some even walked to his left and right sides, and they were about to encircle him.

Damn it.

Thyls gritted his teeth secretly and forced himself to calm down.

Now, what I need is...

The next moment, Thales pushed his sword into the ground with force!

Sonny smiled when he saw his act of showing weakness:

"That's right, baby..."

His smile froze—just after Sonny saw what Thales had taken out of his arms.

Dean's expression behind him also changed.

It's not just them, some of the mercenaries with a little experience and experience stopped almost at the same time when they saw what Thales was holding, and they were shocked.

"Do you recognize this?"

Tyles pressed the sword in one hand, exhaled wearily, and shook the alchemy ball in his hand.

He looked at the dignified people, forced a smile, and nodded in satisfaction:

"Yes, be afraid--today, shall we live and die together?"

Sony gave a sullen face and winked at several mercenaries holding long-range weapons:

"Where did you get it?"

Thyls shook the alchemy ball in his hand, shocking them to take a step back:

"Don't forget, this is the site of the Alchemy Tower."

Good.

For the time being...

Stable.

The prince seemed calm, but his heart was extremely anxious.

He lifted his gaze and looked at the person on the other side:

"Hey, fast rope..."

But before he could say something, another violent shout suddenly sounded:

"Idiot!"

Many mercenaries turned their heads in surprise.

Behind them, the fast rope knelt on the ground with an angry face, and shouted:

"Are you jumping out at this time, do you want to save the world?"

He gritted his teeth and looked at Thales, shaking his fist as if the latter was his homicide:

"Will you die if you hide it well?"

"Do you have any **** brains!"

The sound is like a roar of a lion, and it is full of breath.

Even Sonny and Dean were stunned.

Thyls's smile on his face suddenly froze.

This...

He looked at the alchemy ball in his hand, closed his mouth, and made his expression cold.

Damn...

Sonny raised his eyebrows, always paying attention to the dangerous goods in Thales's hands, and shrugged: "Wow, it's really brotherly, it's touching——"

"You, shut up."

Sonny choked slightly, staring and found: It was Thales who interrupted him with a cold face.

Huh?

The next second, in front of the dumbfounded mercenaries, Prince Star put down his hand pointing at Sonny, took a deep breath, and straightened his chest.

"Fuck your mother!"

Thyls has a fierce face and yells back at the fast rope on the other side without showing any weakness:

"This is the 18th floor underground!"

"Move your bad head!"

Tyles pressed the alchemy ball to his chest, waved his hand to the surroundings, and yelled in spite of his image:

"Where the **** can I hide!"

"Where to hide?"

Tyles punched his chest fiercely, and asked still uncontrollably:

"Where? Where? Where!"

The ears are deafening, and the echo is round the beam.

Thyls was stunned by the way he was inquiring about crimes, but the original angry fast rope was startled.

The latter subconsciously shrank back, scratched his head, and blinked blankly.

Under the roaring back and forth, the mercenaries including Sonny looked at each other in surprise.

This is...infighting?

"Calm down, prince," Sonny gritted his teeth and stared at the alchemy ball in Thales's arms, for fear that he would be agitated by accident:

"Don't slip your hands."

Only Dean, he stared at Thales, frowning.

But Thales still stared at the fast rope with fire, stroking his chest, panting, and still smoothing out the roar.

You **** guy...

The next moment, the fast rope suddenly raised his eyebrows, his voice lowered, and his tone was slightly subdued:

"Okay, okay, it seems to be true, there is really no other place to hide..."

But as the fast rope talked, he seemed to have thought of something again, and once again became confident and aggressive:

"But I can't help it!"

I saw Fast Rope make a fierce face and waved his fist at Thales:

"Did you forget, I'm just a crappy thief who can't even pry the door!"

Tyles bit his lip, frowned and stared at the fast rope, his eyes looked like a knife, as if he was angry.

I stared at the fast rope so that I felt guilty.

Listening to this crappy infighting, the mercenaries looked over here and over there. Many people paid attention to Thales's alchemy ball, with fear.

Sony coughed and remembered what was going on: "Okay, this is the farce..."

But in the next second, they saw the muscles on Thales' face tighten!

The young man suddenly bent down, picked up a rock by his foot, and smashed out in front of him with a stern face!

Several mercenaries standing close were startled and subconsciously raised their shields or hands to block.

Until they discovered that in the faint firelight, the menacing stones flew all the way over the heads of everyone, brushed the ceiling, flew out a parabola, and fell...

On the head of the fast rope.

"Boom!"

In the muffled sound, the fast rope trembles suddenly, then presses on his forehead and screams.

"Wow!"

"His—you hit me..."

Before the stunned expressions of the mercenaries, the fast rope painfully clutched the forehead that had been stoned with blood, and pointed at Thales in disbelief:

"You bastard, you hit me with a rock—"

But Thales interrupted him again, furious.

"This is a lesson for your father!"

Tyles retracted his numb hand from the crime of using the prison river, ignored the enemies around him, and shouted angrily:

"Stop being a thief in the dark!"

He closed his eyes, exhausted his strength, and yelled at the poor fast rope opposite.

"Be an upright, robbing robber, hello!"

The fast rope was choked, and he stared at Thales in a daze.

During the fierce quarrel, the mercenaries were startled in a cold sweat, and their eyes moved as Thales grabbed the alchemy ball.

Next second.

"Robber?"

Quickline is obviously very angry. The first thing he recovers is gritted his teeth:

"Speaking lightly! I don't know how to be a robber..."

"Don't understand?"

The quarrel between Thales and the fast rope became more and more intense: "If you don't understand, wouldn't you **** ask?"

Quickly, the rope paused.

If you don’t understand, just ask?

He looked at Thales blankly.

The next second, Fast Rope took a deep breath, jumped from the ground, turned and ran to the distant stairs!

The speed and angle are so fast that the two mercenaries staring at him are too late to react.

I can only watch him disappear under the stone steps.

When the fast rope parted, I did not forget to leave a sentence:

"Grass you!"

Tyles listened to the echo in his ear, and he was relieved as he watched the fast rope escape danger.

Well...

Success anyway.

"He just left you behind?"

Sonny squinted at the direction where the other party disappeared:

"Loyalty is not valuable, is it."

"Hey, grab him!" The empty-handed Dean became anxious, first followed the fast rope to catch up two steps, and then realized that he had no weapons, so he quickly turned back and urged Sonny:

"Don't let him go!"

But Sonny just waved his hand, keeping his eyes on Thales:

"Stay steady, he can't run far, the prince is the priority!"

The mercenaries once again pressed their swords and blocked the prince’s escape route.

Tyles' heart tightened, he hurriedly pulled at the corner of his mouth and shook the alchemy ball in his hand.

But Dean couldn’t wait. He glared at the stone steps where the fast rope disappeared, and pointed to Thales impatiently:

"Don't hesitate! I figured it out, you guys hurry up!"

"I know him... no matter how threatening you are, he dare not launch that alchemy ball!"

Sonny and the mercenaries were taken aback and turned to Dean: "What?"

Tyles' smile also stopped.

"This prince, he jumped out to save his companions."

Dean gritted his teeth:

"If this alchemy ball fails, it is enough to blow up the surrounding area and bury everyone in the ground-including the guy just now-what is the point of jumping out?"

This remark seemed like a bright light breaking through the blind spot, which made Sonny startled slightly.

The mercenaries turned their heads and looked suspiciously at Thales's chips.

Tyles swallowed and smiled at Dean, who was full of discomfort, only to feel his smile a little stiff.

Grass...

He hates smart people most.

"So..." Sonny grinned and took a tentative step forward, getting closer to Thales.

Tyles felt anxious and shrugged awkwardly at him:

"No, no, no, I know very well what I have in my hands..."

But he was interrupted.

"Don't be wordy, just take him down neatly," Dean said bitterly:

"Then go after the other one."

With deep suspicion, Sonny took a step forward and reached a place two swords away from Thales.

But Thales hasn't moved yet, only his smile disappeared on his face.

Oops.

I was seen through.

Dean continued coldly: "Don't forget, the longer we drag it, the more disadvantaged we will be-there is no difference between being killed by the alchemy ball and being hanged by the stars."

These words made the mercenaries frowned.

Looking at Thales' expression, Sonny understood something.

In the next second, Sonny sharpened his eyes and struck out!

Too bad.

Thyls was a spirit, and subconsciously pulled out the sword at hand!

"Clang!"

Tyles took a step back, and somehow he slapped the blunt edge of his axe.

While he was gasping for breath, Sonny stared firmly at his weapon:

"This is Ricky's sword."

Damn it.

Thyls watched as the mercenaries around him blocked the passage, knowing that his bluffing trick had failed.

"Yes."

The prince shook the smoothly curved sword and thrust the alchemy ball into his arms annoyedly.

Now, his only advantage is that the opponent wants to capture him alive.

"What's wrong with him?" Sonny asked with a frown.

Tyles breathed out and tested the pain in his chest--fortunately, the sequelae of the magic power seemed to be gradually relieved.

"Ricky and him--"

But Thales hasn't finished speaking yet, Sonny's figure in front of him shakes again!

When the crime of the prison river in his body was shaken, Thales reacted somehow, raised his sword in both hands, tried to stand the opponent's attack, and took a step back.

But Sonny didn't give up, and launched a thorough offensive. The axe was swung into the wind by him, and his face was blown away!

It seems determined to knock Thales down.

Thyls, who entered the battle suddenly, was in a hurry, and at the same time, he had to be careful of the movement behind him.

But the mercenaries around were all staring at them, but they stood there and didn't intervene in Sonny's battle.

It seemed that Sonny was going to take him personally to avoid unnecessary casualties-whether it was Thales or Sword of Disaster.

"Huh!"

Sonny’s axe is coming!

The crime of the prison river flooded his arms and waist, Thales gritted his teeth and prepared to take the axe, but subconsciously stagnated.

Not right.

Sure enough, in the next second, Sonny stopped the false move of the horizontal cut, held the axe handle in both hands, and slammed it against his abdomen!

The momentum is thundering!

Tyles took a sharp breath, recovered the long sword in time, grabbed the axe, and hit the opponent with his shoulder!

"Boom!"

The two separated again, and Sonny looked at Thales who was panting, slightly puzzled.

"You..." He murmured, but gave up halfway through, clenching his teeth.

Thyls, who was not as tall as his opponent, withdrew two steps. Just as he stood firm, Sonny rushed forward again and roared!

"Clang!"

In the steel fight, Thales gritted his teeth and used all his strength to resist the orcs in the desert, stepped firmly on his feet, and withstood the opponent's powerful axe.

The next moment, the prince twisted his long sword, and a hilt from the Northland military swordsmanship counterattacked, hitting Sonny's chest, making the latter groan and retreat.

Looking at the backing opponent, Thales took a deep breath.

He was puzzled when he thought of the feeling of just blocking the opponent's full blow.

It's strange.

It's weird.

This Sonny, his offensive power...

Some light?

Is it an illusion.

Don’t think too much, Sonny’s offense came before him again, Thales had to abandon all thoughts, concentrate, and fight with all his heart!

Drag.

He must drag!

Drag until the situation changes!

"Boom! Clang!"

The sound of steel clashing one after another.

Sony’s offensive is very fierce. It can be seen that he has a lot of experience and often uses his steps to confuse his opponent.

However, his axe blade is extremely flexible, and the cutting angle is tricky. It is no easier to block than a light blade. Thales worked hard to resolve several dangers and avoid being caught.

"Huh!"

The wind howled.

Once again, Sonny's three consecutive slashes came in succession, which seemed to be a unique skill at the bottom of the box.

Thyls winced.

Fortunately, the crime of the raging river did not disappoint him.

In the huge metal muffled sound, Thales retreated steadily, dismissed the attack, blocked the killer move, and took these three attacks step by step.

Sony's offensive failed, and he took a step back, with surprise and resentment in his eyes.

What's the matter?

This boy...

For five or six consecutive rounds, he didn't win the boy in front of him. The mercenaries around him started to whisper, which made him quite annoyed.

Seeing his opponent retreat, Thales stood still, panting for breath, and regained his strength.

But he finally felt that something was wrong.

Defend.

While breathing and sweating, Thales slowly raised his head and looked at his opponent in surprise.

This man’s offense...

I actually...

Did you guard it?

It seems...

It seems that he has suddenly opened up.

Thyls scratched his head inexplicably.

It's strange, did I suddenly become stronger?

But he shook his head again, dispelling the idea.

It's impossible...

In the past, no matter who you played against—Selina, Burning Knight, Nicolai, Monty, orcs with incomprehensible names, and Thackerel—he was really stunned. The one who was so fat that he could not fight back, didn't he?

Wait.

Thyls regained his eyes on his opponent.

This... Sonny.

Sony's strength is not bad.

The orcs in the desert flashed through the prince's mind, thinking of their tremendous power to overturn horses.

Sonny's speed, um, is passable.

In front of Thales' eyes appeared the sharp sword of the Northland swordsman Klein that almost flashed, as well as the shocking sword that Raphael killed six lives in two seconds when he was in the prison of Rumba.

Sony’s offensive is very strong, which is one of his characteristics. It is no less than Cohen six years ago, but...

Offensive?

Thyls thought of three people at the same time:

One of them is carrying a big silver-black bow, surging like a volcano, rolling forward in blood waves, no one can stop;

The other person was wearing armor and holding a golden saber, descending from the sky with a mighty imposing manner, breaking the five-man defense effortlessly;

And the last person...

Tyles touched the side of his neck and forehead, and two wounds he had only received a short time ago suddenly hurt, making his heart slightly cold.

Thyls understands something.

As for Sonny's feints and fake actions...

It's just...

"Huh!"

Sonny roared again, determined not to worry about the opponent's life and kept his hand, vowing to solve the battle in the next round.

The opponent's axe fell vertically, but this time, Thales only frowned slightly.

In the senses of hell, Thales subconsciously felt something.

Sure enough, when the opponent was halfway through the action, he turned from a vertical chop into a horizontal chop, aggressively...

Landing on the block type that Thales had prepared a second in advance.

"Clang!"

Sonny stared blankly at Thales, who was able to block his attack.

How...

Tyles exerted force from his waist and pushed Sonny away, looking at the opponent's blade somewhat unaccustomedly.

This feint...is too obvious?

Thyls thought helplessly.

On the other side of him, Sonny stared at him blankly, wondering why his offense failed.

"Don't be discouraged, your axe is very powerful, and the fake moves are very realistic."

Tyles stepped back and comforted him with a dry smile:

"It's just, I know a guy..."

Thyls rolled his eyes, frowned and thought of the man:

"He also likes to use feints and fake moves, coupled with his finishing power, turn around and fold over, God, I can't tell when he attacked and when to lure the enemy..."

"Compared with him, your fake action seems to be a bit worse..."

Yes.

Thyls suddenly understood.

Due to countless miserable experiences, I feel nervous every time I face the enemy, and I am used to using the previous battle as a reference: facing the vampire female grandfather, facing the fiery knight, facing the meteorite, facing To the dead crow, face the desert orcs.

Facing... the almost irresistible penalty knight.

Thyls raised his head and looked at Sonny.

That means...

Thinking of this, Thales sighed, and painfully understood a frustrating fact:

After so many unbeaten matches...

He can get beaten even more.

And this feeling...

After just being "beaten" by Thacker, it became more obvious.

The torch held by the mercenary shone, and Sonny stared at his axe, shaking his hands slightly.

He felt the eyes and whispers of his colleagues around him, only that his breathing was getting faster and faster, and his face getting hotter and hotter.

No.

No, how come...

That was just a teenager...

Tyles recovered, suddenly realized that something was wrong, and quickly changed his tone to remedy:

"I mean, you, is it possible, your fake actions, uh, and..."

He shrugged, showing an awkward but polite smile, trying to find a pleasant term:

"There is still... room for improvement?"

Sonny raised his head suddenly!

Tyles' smile slowly disappeared.

Looking at the other's increasingly savage and angry expressions, Thales felt that he might have said something wrong.

Sure enough, in the next second, Sonny stared at the eyes that almost pierced the blade, sparking eyes, hissing and roaring:

"Everyone, come together!"

"Take him!"

Tyles felt cold.

Oops.

Thyls had only time to come up with this thought, and the mercenaries around, front and back, roared and swarmed!

Ah!

The crimes of the prison river flooded unrestrainedly!

The senses of **** are turned on without reservation!

"Clang!"

The piercing clash sounded again, only more noisy than before!

Thyls fought hard to withstand a hammer handle from the back, ready to hit him on the back of his head, and then waved an iron rod that drew his left leg, so he had to roll off and avoid it anyway. Three unstoppable weapons!

But when he stood up, before he could catch his breath, another attack greeted his head.

Thyls walked away with difficulty, low and muffled, but a mercenary on his back rushed forward again with a knife handle!

He is going crazy.

It would be nice not to speak if you knew it a long time ago, and make a fortune if you muffled!

Why bother with that Sonny!

For the next ten seconds, Thales felt that he was back in the desert that night, and the orcs from all directions roared and attacked, giving him no chance to breathe.

If it hadn’t been for the other party’s intention to catch him alive, he would have been...

"Huh!"

Tyles suffered a pain in his back, and his deformed movement was hit by an axe handle.

Damn it!

Wrong step, wrong step, the sharp pain in the back made Thales' next defense also deformed, and his abdomen was hit hard!

Enduring severe pain and sweat, Thales hummed and rolled to the ground, avoiding three figures who were about to pounce on him.

It's over.

It's over.

After a long period of high-intensity fighting, he, who was originally strong by will, finally shook his body and closed his eyes when he saw it.

But at this time.

"Ahhhhh!"

A terrifying roar that didn't sound like a human voice came from the other end!

The mercenaries are all surprised!

But before they recovered, a sturdy figure rushed into the crowd without hindrance!

Boom!

"Hahhhhhhhh!"

The sturdy invader roared and flew two mercenaries, and before the third one turned around and greeted him with a weapon, he lifted his opponent into the air with his arms relaxed!

The exclamation sounded.

Thyls was agitated and immediately lowered his head, feeling a cold on his scalp.

Boom!

I saw the lifted mercenary flying over his head, screaming and continuing to fly ten meters, knocking down five or six people.

Several torches were darkened, and the scene suddenly became chaotic!

"No!"

Sonny’s frustrated voice sounded:

"Intruder!"

Thyls was taken aback.

Before he could react, a disaster sword beside him turned around, roaring and handing over the sword of another newcomer!

"Clang!"

The sound of fighting shook the sky.

Thyls almost thought he was back on the battlefield.

"Kill, kill, kill," a bleak and trembling voice sounded, and amidst the muffled sound of the Sword of Disaster retreating, he smiled and swung out a sword:

"It feels wonderful to be back on the battlefield."

Blood splattered.

The head of the mercenary crooked down to the body, leaving only a bit of flesh to connect.

"Although...the skills are a lot barren..."

The killer didn't even look at Thales, and moved to the next opponent.

It's him.

"Ah!"

Tyles took a deep breath, and just stood up with his sword, the strong invader roared past him, like a hurricane.

He is like a giant bear, fearlessly continuing to crash into the crowd.

The scene is getting chaotic.

"Just relax, Bree!"

A lazy voice sounded, rather helpless:

"For more than ten years... remember to warm up first!"

Tyles turned his head and saw a man in rags in front of a mercenary. He escaped an axe attack and stretched his leg flexibly.

Plop.

The mercenary never had a chance to fight back—the other party quickly reached out and smashed his throat.

The lazy man picked up the axe dropped by the enemy and raised his head.

With long beard and hair, he grinned at Thales, quite hideously.

The prince stared blankly at the three men who had entered the battlefield.

Until Sonny's roar sounded behind him!

"You damn--"

Thyls looked back and raised his sword subconsciously.

But long before he stayed in Sonny, another thin figure, like a chilly wind, appeared behind Thales!

"Clang!"

The cold wind-like figure held a sword, blocking Sonny's life-threatening axe, and snorted disdainfully.

Sonny frowned and gritted his teeth: "You--"

"So," the visitor said coldly, his voice calm:

"Still this old feeling."

"Fight."

Sonny's eyes changed when he looked at his opponent.

He suddenly discovered that the other party’s face...

has an ugly and hideous brand.

That is...

The next second, the newcomer's body shape turned, regardless of the other's axe tore a hole in his shoulder, his forehead slammed Sonny's nose!

Boom!

In the painful cry of Sonny, the newcomer hits sideways and the sword is sent away!

"Shit!"

The tearing of flesh and blood sounded, and Sonny's expression was stagnant, like a frozen stream.

One second later, the visitor closed Sonny's eyes, and pushed the body away from the **** sword.

Sony's body fell to the ground, facing Thales.

Tyles stared at the visitor blankly.

He recognized the opponent's movements.

That is...

Iron body style?

The visitor turned to Thales, with iron eyes, and gently stretched out his hand at him.

Thyls was stunned for a second, and then he held the callous palm of the opponent and got up~IndoMTL.com~Don't get me wrong, the prince I have never met before, I am not targeting you. "

The voice is steady, and the tone is harsh.

He is... talking to me?

Talston was an exciting time!

"I'm just curious..."

The sloppy figure with the brand lowered his head, revealing a pair of cold eyes in the barely groomed beard and hair.

"Which kind of sissy in Fuxing Palace..."

The visitor released Thales, ignoring the fierce and tense fight around him, and picked up a shield from the ground.

"Only use your northern military swordsmanship..."

He stared at Thales, who was almost stunned, and said sharply:

"Teached to be like this bear?"

In the sound of fighting, Thales looked at him blankly.

In the next second, the former chief vanguard of the Royal Guard, Quail Barney Jr. pulled out a "response style" and walked past Thales to face the enemy without looking back.

Thyls took a deep breath.

He slowly turned to the direction of the stairs.

Sure enough, there, a young man bent over and pressed his knees, out of breath, and gritted his teeth at Thales from a distance.

Thyls smiled.

The young man raised his hand and threw a long dark green key back to Thales.

He pointed to the redness and swelling of his forehead, showing a fierce expression.

"Grass you," the fast rope said viciously:

"Using this thing..."

"Smash me!"

Thyls chuckled.

He turned his head and looked forward to the veterans of the Star Royal Guards, one by one, he met his opponents and took their lives.

But that's not important anymore.

Thyls bends the corner of his mouth, tilts his head, and stretches out a **** to the fast rope without showing any weakness.

The crappy thief who can't break the chain...

Finally.

Being a robber.