Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 207: Kill them
"My lord, Felicia and Frank's people are in place, and Poe's troops are on standby!"
In the distance, a cavalry who looks like a messenger came to them not far away with horseshoes, and loudly reported to Roman:
"They are waiting for your order!"
The Wings of Legend did not look back. He still stared at Thales with a solemn expression. The delicate earring on his left ear contrasted sharply with the ugly skull on his left shoulder:
"Tell them, keep waiting."
The messenger did not hesitate to the strange order, and drove away.
The three still stood face to face.
"This way, everything becomes clear."
Tyles looked at the cavalry going away and solemnly said to Roman:
"You can’t do it yourself, you can’t make your men doubt, you can’t let the camp see the truth, you can’t let the cunning nobles be guarded, so you bought the blood and whistle—maybe you are old friends, After all, they are war mercenaries, and there is a precedent for cooperating with officials."
Legend Wings is silent.
Ricky shook his head helplessly and made a funny expression of "Look, I'll just talk" to Roman.
Thyls stares intently at Wings of Legend:
"You let them create chaos and conflicts in the Sabreya camp that no longer belongs to you, such as releasing prisoners from the white jail, such as disrupting logistics and garrison, or other things."
Tyles looked at the guards in the distance:
"And the reward you give them is the key to the mysterious black prison, so that these mercenaries desperate after the Tower of End hit a wall, get the information they want most."
Thyls finished speaking and waited for a response from the other person.
Roman didn't say anything, only his eyes looked like a knife.
"Remuneration?"
Ricky sighed and looked at the prince sarcastically:
"You are too mysterious, Your Highness—what kind of intelligence is worth our lives?"
"Come and die for this guy?"
Romain remained silent.
"Maybe it's more than a reward," Thales answered quickly:
"Maybe someone put on you the appearance of'if you leave me, I will kill you'."
The mercenary leader's expression froze.
Thyls stared at the expressionless Roman, Nunu's chin:
"It's like this."
Ricky turned his head, looked at Roman with a cold face, and chuckled.
His laughter lasted for a few seconds:
"If I don't do it, I will kill you? Hahahaha—well, I must say..."
Until Roman didn't look back, he snorted from his nose:
"Funny?"
Ricky's laughter stopped abruptly.
He leaned back slightly, pushed his palms forward, and made a humble expression of "you talk".
Thyles frowned as he watched their interaction.
So, does Roman know Ricky's true identity?
Does he know that, in fact, his partner is an alien who does not die normally?
"So, that's your story?" Roman disdainfully, Ricky shrugged beside him.
Tyles' eyes went back and forth between the two.
One party is a powerful and white leader representing the government.
One side is a black mercenary who licks blood with a knife and frees himself from the law.
Protect and destroy, occupy and abandon.
One white and one black, one positive and one reverse, one inside and one outside.
That's it.
Two sides of a coin.
Between war and blood, the blade camp, full of chaos and crime, full of scum and criminals, has always been like this.
Wings of Legend controls his territory in this way.
So, what about outside the camp?
The boy suddenly figured out something.
"The above stories," Thales sighed and continued his topic: "All normal people want..."
"But what really surprised me was..."
Tyles hesitated, and pointed to the smoking camp in the distance.
"The Orcs, and the Scavengers."
When they heard the new words, Roman and Ricky frowned again and looked at each other.
"The question is here: when the entire desert east was sealed off, how did the gray bastards-I mean the warriors of the Stonebreaker tribe, including the Desolate people-do not know the prophet, be light and simple, and gather little success? Many and almost perfectly concealed the double separation line and patrol post of the standing army and the conscripts, it was just the right time to invade the camp that is in civil strife..."
Tyles looks again at the smoking camp of Bladeya in the distance:
"Forcing those lords to panic and have to sound the seventh level alarm?"
The question made the two opposing people frown.
Roman lowered his eyes, his expression was beyond cold.
Thyls raised his head and stared at him without flinching:
"Everyone is saying that Wings of Legend is the most terrifying nightmare of the orcs. They never show mercy when slaughtering bastards."
Thyls pondered, recalling the frightening encounter in the desert:
"But a few days ago, when your Stardust Guard and the Crowwhistle Qingqi of the Chroma family pursued the Stonebreaker Horde together, Kandal Nushan and his small unit were actually in the Stardust Guard In the pursuit, escaped the pursuit."
"For this, the leader of Douro almost turned his face on the spot with the enlisted nobleman and made a big fight."
Hearing that name, Roman's eyes looked at Thales more unfriendly.
Thyls frowned:
"Tell me, Roman, did you deliberately expel Duro and let him leave the camp just because you were dissatisfied with his betrayal of information?"
These words made Ricky frowned.
And Roman's fist has been squeezed unconsciously.
Just listen to Thales whispered:
"And you know, that orc leader really told me a lot."
At this moment, Thales's tone is deep and very serious:
"A lot."
At this moment, Roman's almost perfect facial features finally showed a crack.
It's like the mask is beginning to shatter.
The sun faded red and turned golden.
And the atmosphere at this moment became tense.
"Tell me, Baron."
"In the xenophobic and dangerous desert, for twenty years, as an isolated and helpless glacial orc from the north," Thales took a deep breath:
"How did Nushan take power step by step, gradually become stronger, and eventually become the war chief of the Stonebreaker Tribe, segregating one side?"
He stared at the skull on the left shoulder of Wings of Legend:
"You who have been in the desert for twenty years, even the handsome orc bone with the same name as the cracked rock on your left shoulder..."
"Does it matter?"
This sentence seems to condense the air.
Like Romain's mouth tightly pressed, in that second, he seemed to truly become a sculpture.
The silence lasted a long time.
Even Ricky lowered his head, motionless.
Finally, when Thales couldn't help but speak again, Wings of Legend spoke lightly:
"Kandar Nushan."
There is an unusual dullness in his tone, which brings not heat but coldness:
"That damn, restless ice bastard."
"What did he tell you?"
No one knows. At that moment, Thales' heart missed a beat.
My grass.
It's actually true.
He breathed hard, thinking of his brief encounter with the cunning orc.
[Tell your father, and Morat. 】
[I found you first. 】
[And I know who you are. 】
"Wow, uh," the leader of the Sword of Disaster waved his hand in embarrassment:
"The next part, I will temporarily avoid...you know, military affairs..."
But Thales shook his head.
"It's okay, Ricky." Although the boy spoke to Ricky, his eyes never left Roman:
"I won't ask about these secrets."
"From our relationship, you can continue to listen."
Ricky curled the corner of his mouth and glanced at Roman, as if asking him for advice.
But Wings of Legend said nothing, he just stared at Thales closely, as if to dig out something non-existent from the other's eyes.
The teenager clarified his thoughts again:
"So the official statement will be like this: When the Wings of Legend left, the Bladefang Camp was in a mess, and the orcs and Desolate even moved and made a comeback."
"The local nobles in the Western Wilderness not only couldn't protect the camp, they also suffered heavy losses, and their ugliness was exhausted."
Tyles' eyes locked on Roman's body:
"And when the flames of war are burning, all hope is lost."
"Baron Williams, yes, it is still the most terrifying and reliable Wing of Legend, returning with his invincible army, in the trembling and boundless fear of the people, in the Lord’s Incompetent moaning and head-holding rat rushed in, descending from the sky, defeating foreign enemies, quelling civil strife, defending the camp, and saving the world."
The prince took a deep breath:
"This is what you want."
"You have to make Bladeya camp rely on your strength again, and keep in mind: You, Roman Williams, Wings of Legend, are their true, only and eternal master."
Tyles stretched out his arm, reaching out to the camp of Bladeya in the distance.
The wind and sand ran across his palm, making it cool for a while.
But the sun fell on the back of his hand again, bringing warmth.
The cold and the heat are intertwined on both sides of his palm.
Like the temperature of this desert.
Like the look in the eyes of Wings of Legend at this moment.
"That's why you are not in a hurry to rescue—on the contrary, your manpower has already been withdrawn in the name of searching for me."
Thyls felt the wind and sand, and said with emotion:
"On the contrary, you wish that the chaos created by the Shield of Shadows, the orcs and the Wildernesses would be more chaotic, wishing them to cause more trouble to the camp, wishing to severely damage the forces of the princes of the Western Wilderness and their reputation. , Burning down the supplies they prepared for their long-term stationing, leaving their panicked army with no foothold in the lost and recovered camp of Bladeya."
Roman said nothing, his handsome face was also under the wind and sand, but it seemed unaffected by it.
Thyls sighed softly:
"You want to break their dreams and destroy their hopes; you want them to lose face and prestige; you want them to retreat with heavy casualties; you want them to lose from their chips to their spirits, no Regain energy."
"Then, you can justifiably take back the Bladeya camp from the ruins."
Neither Roman nor Ricky spoke.
This time the silence was exceptionally long.
The next second, Thales' eyes condensed, and his pupils gradually focused:
"Of course, what you didn't expect is."
He stared at Roman and Ricky coldly:
"I appeared."
"Yes, the cause of all this is that the hostage prince who caused you to lose the camp of Bladefang, Thales Canxing, who should have joined the army in the desert, entered the sand dune of Bladefang somehow."
"He was involved in Ricky's actions along with the Shield of Deception and the Northerners."
Romain hugged his arms and exhaled slowly.
"I told you," Ricky stretched out two fingers, hooked in the air, helplessly and embarrassedly said to Roman:
"'Unexpected'."
Roman did not answer.
Thyls hummed coldly:
"I understand, you don't like me: because of me, you lost the camp of Saberya, and maybe you also lost your army and power."
"And you want to take it all back."
Thyls stared straight at Wings of Legend:
"I can help you, as long as I promise a few conditions."
At that moment, Roman slowly raised his head.
The handsome knight looked far away at the horizon with deep eyes.
"What makes you think, make up some nice little stories," his voice is as calm and clear as ever:
"Eligible to negotiate terms with me?"
Thyls took a deep breath.
"Because if you don't agree."
Tyles mustered up his courage and tried his best to make his voice sound confident and steady:
"The entire camp, the entire western front, including the subordinates who are in awe of you will know that the beautiful and moving Legend Wings, in fact, a hypocrite who colluded with the orcs and framed the camp, is their true enemy. "
Roman's eyes moved!
"The lords of the Western Desolation, such as the famous Duke Falkenhauser, will also know that you have worked hard to drive them away in a desperate manner and monopolize the camp."
Tyles gritted his teeth:
"And I assure you: At that point, the Bladeya camp will never be yours."
Legend Wings suddenly bowed his head!
Thyles was taken aback.
"When you threatened me, did you know that you didn't have any chips in your hand?"
At this moment, Roman is murderous:
"Even if you know this, but what can you do?"
Tyles felt tight.
He looked at Wings of Legend gloomily.
Roman snorted coldly, and exposed the royal guards in the distance. The latter, under the care of the cavalry, were waiting nervously for the results here.
"On the contrary, look at my bargaining chip-your prisoners are full."
Legendary Wings takes a step forward, with a hint of oppression:
"Listen, Prince."
"You threaten me more," Roman's original handsome appearance seemed to become aggressive in this second:
"I will kill one of them."
"Until it is killed."
Thyls clenched his fist secretly.
Ricky looked at the increasingly wrong atmosphere, frowned, and took a step back subconsciously.
"I can even knock you out now and send you directly back to the capital."
Legend Wings are as sharp as a knife:
"For you and their lives, you better not resort to folly."
Roman slowly lowered his posture until the pair of amber eyes looked at Thales.
A warning flashed in his eyes:
"Because as weak as you, apart from a useless title, there is no bargaining chip or power."
Tyles swallowed subconsciously, only feeling his chest dull and his mouth bitter.
Damn it.
This damn...
Roman looked at the trembling and speechless young man, hummed and straightened up.
"You can directly follow the cavalry back to the capital, the blade tooth camp is not going to entertain you."
He turned around, ready to leave.
Ricky spread his hands beside him, showing a "you understand now" expression.
Thyls took a deep breath.
This damn...
There is a good skin bag...
Asshole army ruffian.
He really... had enough.
Tyles took a deep breath for the last time, then suddenly opened his eyes!
"Ricky."
The sudden words of the prince made the two of them pause.
This time, Thales’ tone is calm and indifferent:
"If one of my prisoners is under the control, even if one person loses a hair..."
Ricky looked back suspiciously.
"Or I will be knocked out by this little white face and sent away..."
Romain squinted unhappily.
"Then after you leave here, you will be employed by Wings of Legend, including the truth that you just heard—to the camp of Bladeya, to the entire kingdom, especially to the nobles of the Western Desolation Tell them everything in their ears."
Ricky was taken aback.
Legendary Wings frowned.
"You are so humorous, my lord," the mercenary laughed out of his voice:
"Why should I..."
Thyls suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him:
"Because I promise you in the name of the star, just like the Red King promised the first generation Krasu!"
Krasu, whose eyes were on fire, Thales stared at the sword of disaster:
"As long as I complete this commission, you will always have the friendship of Thales Canxing and a place in the Star Kingdom!"
Ricky paused slightly.
Roman's expression slowly changed.
But Thales is still gritting his teeth, decisively:
"And I will tell you where the black sword is hiding, tell you the details of the black sword, and tell you the power of the black sword..."
"I will even tell you the whereabouts of the Dragonbreaker and the method of using it—by the way, the name of the weapon is Jingshizhifeng. It is indeed a legendary anti-devil weapon, which was built six years ago. Calamity has been sealed in Longxiao City!"
The information contained in this paragraph is too heavy, so that the two of them didn't react to it for a while, and they froze in place.
Until Ricky gave a slight shock:
"What? Net..."
Thyls looked up suddenly!
"This promise is valid forever. You can do it at any time."
Ricky was startled.
But Thales’ next sentence changed the colors of the two people in front of him:
"Now, Lord Baron, if you want to move my people, then you'd better put Ricky out!"
Thyls said fiercely:
"Unless you believe that in the future, in the face of interests, this sword dealer will stick to his conscience and loyalty, refuse my temptation, and keep a secret for you!"
At that moment, Ricky's expression was blue and indiscriminate, very wonderful.
He stared at Thales blankly.
And the expression of Wings of Legend changed.
From being indifferent to being frightened and angry!
But Thales continues eagerly:
"But you are not sure how much Ricky told his team of men, so the safest thing is that you have to kill them all..."
At this moment, Thales' eyes were extremely cold:
"Leave no livelihood."
Ricky's face suddenly collapsed.
"Your Highness...this, this..."
His eyes patted back and forth before Thales and Roman, as if he couldn't understand how the situation changed so suddenly.
Thyls snorted to Ricky, his eyes fixed on the frightened Legend Wings:
"Why, do you really think that I called you over to listen because we have a good relationship?"
Ricky's eyes changed!
He glanced at Roman and said to Thales viciously:
"Grass you."
Thyls sneered lightly:
"You are welcome."
Ricky sighed and turned to Wings of Legend:
"Baron, you know me..."
"I can't possibly...this little star star..."
Roman didn't even look at him, just nodded slowly:
"I know."
Ricky seemed to want to say something, but in the end he turned his head back.
They all stared at the prince discontentedly.
But Thales could feel that the two of them looked at each other less and less.
"You."
Roman stepped forward coldly, slowly raised his arm to Thales, and stretched out the white gun body behind:
"You don't know him."
"And you don't understand your situation."
Roman gently pulled out the shortened gun body.
Looking at the other's actions, Thales' nerves began to tense.
He took a deep breath and yelled:
"Where is he?"
Roman's arm paused slightly.
"Before you did it, my bodyguard...Where did the nameless man you said went?"
Thyls resisted the fear in his heart and turned to Ricky:
"Aren't you surprised?"
Ricky obviously remembered some unpleasant memories.
He turned his head warily and looked at the four fields.
And Thales raised his eyebrows pretentiously:
"Well, this is bad."
Romain frowned, with a bad expression.
I saw Thales sneered:
"Because once I was knocked out by you, he would immediately run to Duke Falkenhauser’s bed and tell him everything, especially Prince Thales’ advice: no matter how badly Wings of Legend forced them No matter how heavy the loss is and how ugly the face is, the noble lords of the Western Wilderness must not withdraw their troops, they cannot leave, they cannot let go!"
Thyls gritted his teeth bitterly:
"They must be firmly rooted in the Yaga camp! They must not allow anyone to intervene in the power affairs there, even if the other party is the three famous stars!"
Legend Wings' arm holding the gun body is getting tighter.
The prince points to the direction of the blade tooth camp:
"Because that is what His Majesty the King promised them. It is the reward they deserve after saving the prince. It is their most orthodox property. No matter what kind of crisis they face, they can't give up!"
"I will let them know that the Bladeya camp belongs to them only!"
Thyls panted, staring at the person in front of him.
Legendary Wings is breathing fast, and his canthus is about to split.
He turned his head and stared at the blank sand around him.
But the only one who answered him was the rustle of wind.
Thyls slowly said every word:
"Now, either do it, and then wait for my nameless person or Ricky by your side to inform."
These words made Ricky next to him unhappy again.
"Let them ruin all the efforts you have made in the past few months and lose your army, your status, your power, your reputation, and the Sabre camp for more than ten years. ,"
"Either put the weapon away and listen to my terms."
The voice fell.
Roman's gun body trembled slightly in the angry grip.
Ricky looked at the prince in disbelief.
"You," the voice of Wings of Legend has changed its tune, no longer pleasantly clear, but crippling sharp:
"Believe it or not, if I am desperate--"
But Thales interrupted him severely:
"Believe it or not, you kill me now?"
Tyles took a deep breath and looked at the extremely handsome but terrifying Legend Wings:
"Of course."
He gritted his teeth hard:
"Because in this world, all the wastes who only know power is respect..."
"I think so."
Roman's eyes changed.
From disgust and disdain, to anger and hatred.
With an ominous light.
"Because they are already poor, only the worship of power remains."
Thyls frowned:
"And this idea is doomed: even if they have power, they can only be waste."
He suddenly thought of Black Sword.
I remembered the other side rushing to the sea of flesh and blood without hesitation.
I remembered what he said to himself about the real strong.
For some reason, Thales felt more at ease when that scene came to mind.
As if the fear and tension were flattened.
"Waste?"
"You really dare to say it." Roman's words came through his teeth, full of hatred.
Tyles took a deep breath and said quietly:
"You know, Roman, many of my enemies, just like you now, either only care about my status or my subordinates."
"They feel that the little prince besides this has neither chips nor power, but is a weak man who can't lift a sword and is worthless."
"But you all made the same mistake."
Roman squinted his eyes slightly, but the anger in him remained undiminished.
The next moment, with a "swish", the short spear in his hand stretched out instantly, revealing the hideous and sharp tip of the spear!
Thyls shrank his body subconsciously.
Stay steady, Thales.
Stay steady.
He just wanted to stun me...
And before that...
"The chips and power you mentioned," Thales clenched his fists and forced himself to speak:
"Only in the hands of people who know how to use it, it really matters."
The fear in his heart slowly dissipated, and the tremor of his body disappeared from the senses.
"Because the important thing is not chips and power," the prince said softly:
"It's the people who use them."
At that moment, Ricky looked at him differently.
Thyls raised his head, his eyes blazing brightly.
The legendary wings that pierce the fury.
"Please allow me to introduce myself again, Lord Baron."
Facing the handsome man in front of him, the young man smiled:
"Tyles Canxing."
"I don't need to be a king."
"I can also make you look good."
Time seems to stop at this moment.
The anger in the eyes of Wings of Legend cannot be increased.
All the sounds disappeared, only the sound of Thales's heartbeat became extremely harsh.
One second.
Two seconds.
In the third second, the tip of the gun in front of Thales shook!
For a moment, the young man's hairs stood up, and the lifeless river of crime surged uncontrollably!
He almost thought that Wings of Legend, with a terrifying expression, would shoot him.
But...
After a few seconds, the tip of the gun was still slowly, haltingly...
Hang down.
Finally, Legend Wings put down his arm.
He seemed to have spent his entire life trying to finish this action.
A few seconds later, all the voices returned to the boy's ears with the fall of blood.
Tyles closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.
It feels like escaped.
"You."
I saw Roman suppressed his angry emotions like a smirk and nodded slowly:
"I'm really not afraid of death."
Roman slowly retracted the gun body into his back.
Ricky on one side also breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, it's not that you are not afraid of death."
Looking at the tip of the gun returning to its original position, Thales lowered his shoulder and smiled:
"Just..."
"I believe that having been alone in the desert for 20 years, facing the threat of the desert and the exclusion of the nobles, I can still make a **** road and create a legendary wing of fame..."
"Much smarter than the wastes."
Romain raised his brows.
Thyls stared at him closely:
"So..."
"Transaction completed?"
Roman ignored him, but stared at Thales for a long time.
Until the corners of his mouth curl slightly.
Thyls looked at him suspiciously.
Unsurprisingly, Wings of Legend turned around and patted Ricky on the shoulder:
"You won't really go to inform you?"
Ricky on the side sighed and threw away the opponent's hand helplessly:
"I like my head very much."
"Especially when it is still on my shoulder."
Roman sneered.
Thyls stared at them blankly, not knowing why.
After a few seconds, Wings of Legend turned around:
"Child, do you dare to threaten me with the ownership of the Bladeya camp..."
"But you think, what's happening here now..."
"Is it really just my will?"
Tyles' expression froze slightly.
"The standing army in the camp of Bladeya has less than two thousand men, and less than five hundred cavalry," Roman snorted coldly:
"But this time, from the Western Wilderness to the Central Command, all the standing troops stationed in the field have been drawn to support, and many of them are even rotating soldiers in the Dragon Fortress. The cavalry alone exceeds two thousand. "
"Just to match the local conscription force of the Western Wilderness."
"Do you know what this means?"
Legend Wings sneered:
"Do you think they really just came to take you home?"
Thyls's complexion darkened.
"I know."
The young man seems to have been hit by something, angrily and authentically:
"To mobilize and send troops once, and to test the strength of the Western Wilderness by welcoming the prince..."
Tyles raised his head and looked at the burning camp from a distance, fascinated:
"Once you find a weak point, you will beat the opponent fiercely, weaken your strength, defeat fame, put out your ambition, and strengthen your influence and control over the border and desert."
"While demonstrating their own strength, once again the princes who are eager to move back to their original form."
Thyls first thought of the Aarond family in the north, and then of the dragon blood afterwards, he couldn't help sighing slowly:
"Multiple actions, no waste."
"This is indeed in line with..."
"His style."
The three were silent for a while.
"So you understand, understand how big this matter is, how wide-ranging it is, even secret science is involved."
Ricky pressed his waist, seemingly puzzled:
"Then why are you so...reckless?"
The sun continued to rise, and the desert began to change from a gloomy cold color to an endless golden color.
"You said, Ricky," Thales was rather depressed:
"The power of ending is the soldier himself."
"The crime of Hell River is more than waiting for imitation."
Ricky was startled, then smiled.
Legendary Wings gave a chuckle, and it seemed that the anger and killing intent had faded.
This makes his face look extraordinarily sunny:
"Thyls, right."
Romain stepped forward slowly.
He pressed Thales' shoulder with one hand and looked straight into the boy's eyes.
"The conflicts in the desert, of course, come and go, stop and stop."
His eyes reflected the winding horizon of sand dunes and wasteland, and Thales was a little distracted.
The baron looked at Thales deeply:
"But you better remember."
The expression of Wings of Legend in that second is extremely complicated:
"The war in the Fuxing Palace..."
"Forever."
Thyls froze first, then fell silent.
Fuxing Palace.
Ricky cocked his mouth and shook his head towards Roman.
Legendary Wings snorted and let go of Thales's shoulders.
"Go ahead, what do you want."
"...is it possible to stop you from ruining your father's plan mischievously?"
At that moment, the stone in Thales's heart really fell.
He took a deep breath and drained the extra thoughts out of his brain.
The boy looked into the distance, to the group of people who looked at them anxiously and expectantly.
Roman and Ricky also turned their eyes.
"The prisoners in the black jail, they are all former royal guards."
Barney, Belletti, Tardin, Cannon, Brie.
And...
Sackel~IndoMTL.com~ At that moment, Thales' eyes flashed hesitation.
"I know, a bunch of old hard bones who can't die." Roman looked at the penalty knight from a distance, frowning and nodding.
Thyls closed his eyes lightly.
"You want me as a jailer, ignore them and let them go?" Legend Wings whispered behind him.
The next second, the prince opened his eyes decisively!
"No."
He frowned and his eyes were cold:
"I want you..."
Tyles said coldly:
"Kill them."