Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 211: Looks good-looking
"Excited?"
Nob slowly pushed away Gomez who was trying to stop him.
"Don't get me wrong."
"If it is not necessary, we are not willing to deal with your cold-blooded sissy, who is indifferent and selfish from ordinary people."
Legend Wings slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
But Nob gave a cold snort:
"Anyway, you made the camp of Bladeya a miasma and put people at risk, offended all officials and nobles, whether it was the central government or the western famine, and caused our work to be a mess and disturbed the tribes in the desert. The balance became a paste...it’s not the first day."
Legend Wings listened quietly, motionless.
Tyles' eyes kept moving back and forth between Nob and Wings of Legend, feeling that the contradiction between them has been around for a long time.
Nob paused, and slowly pointed at the smoking Sabya camp, and then at the corpse of the drill.
"But this time?"
"This time is different."
Nob's voice is lowered:
"Do you know how valuable the drill is? Do you know how much it is related to?"
"Do you know how much Lord Hansen attaches importance to this matter, do you know what this task means to us?"
"Do you know that this is a big case in the kingdom that even your Majesty has personally intervened and asked Secret Section to'do your best'?"
Nob turned his head abruptly, looking straight at Wings of Legend:
"Do you know how much we paid to usher in this opportunity in this western famine that no one remembers?"
Legend Wings squinted slightly.
"Eighteen years."
Speaking of this, Nob seemed to think of something, he was silent for a moment, his breathing accelerated.
"Different from your blood-stained knighthood, Williams."
"My people and I, we were punished by the Lord, demoted and degraded, and exiled to the Western Desolation because of a mistake in the Bloody Years..."
"From then on, guarding this horned corner and the wasteland where birds don’t shit, dealing with countless scum criminals..."
His eyes are complex and in a daze:
"A full eighteen years."
Tyles' eyes moved.
Romain is still graceful and unmoved.
Gomez sighed long behind him:
"Nobu..."
But Nob paid no attention to him, just staring at the indifferent Wings of Legend:
"Eighteen years, groggy, groggy, no future, no hope, no day at all, and day after day, I can only watch the young boys who are under their graces dejected and grow old. Do you understand what kind of torture this is?"
Thyls's heart moved as he listened to him.
Heartless, groggy.
No future, no hope.
Dean, Douro, the Royal Guard, Sword of Scourge, and even the Orc War Chief...
And now...
It's Nob from Secret Branch.
It seems that this land has given everyone a reason, not to be resigned to silence, to take risks.
Yaya camp, West Desolation, Great Desert.
What kind of place is this film?
Nob points to the smoking camp in the distance, then looks at Thales:
"Finally, eighteen years later, finally... the prince will return to the country through this, and the Western Wilderness will reshuffle the cards again. Your Majesty will take the opportunity to do something..."
He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress himself:
"We, the forgotten people, are remembered again."
"I had the conditions and reasons again, and I asked the Lord for such an opportunity to turn around: dig out the drill, dig out the shield of deception, dig out Teng and his lackeys."
Nob looked at the headless dead body:
"You know, as our only hope for more than ten years, how important is this action to stay away from the center of the kingdom, and to stay away from the sight of the Lord and His Majesty, unknown to us?"
Nobu's face was blue and red, and he pointed to the corpse of Yaozi, and he couldn't seem to find other suitable words:
"Eighteen years, and you are just like that, so you..."handled" him?"
"Deal with our only opportunity to turn over in eighteen years...?"
Nob gritted his teeth:
"This is not acceptable."
But Roman just glanced sideways at Nob, seemingly interested.
"So what?"
Nob takes a step forward:
"So chase them back, Williams."
Nob stared at the figure farther and farther away:
"Let those who let go—whether it's the sword of disaster or someone else—take it back. We may still find some clues to save this failure."
"Make credit and turn the situation around."
"Turn around...our future."
Tyles' heart sank: Nob seems to have made up his mind to pursue those who escaped.
"Otherwise?"
Legend Wings sneered.
Nob's eyes are red and his chest rises and falls.
"Otherwise, Wings of Legend."
He looked at Roman, and his tone became more and more vicious:
"Don't forget, everything about you, your knighthood, your army, your territory, and everything about you are given to you by your majesty and the kingdom."
Legendary Wings frowned slightly.
Gomez's eyes behind Nob!
Just listen to Nob’s cold words:
"Your Royal Standing Army, the so-called Stardust Guards that lie in the desert, their supplies, equipment, horses, military resources, and personnel, including the Sabreya camp where they are stationed, all belong to your Majesty."
"And he can take it back at any time, so that you can return to the little soldier who has nothing and is worthless."
Thyls, who foreseeed something, suddenly felt wrong:
Oops, he is...
But he was too late to do anything, I saw Nob gritted his teeth, sonorous words:
"And do you know how this can be achieved?"
At that moment, the look in Legend Wings' eyes changed!
"Nobu!"
Gomez interrupted his boss, took a deep breath, and prepared to stop him:
"Nobu, that's enough, let's go back..."
But the legendary wings speak again:
"I said, ‘let him speak’."
Roman stared at Gomez coldly, the meaning in his eyes frightened the latter:
"Is there any word you don't understand?"
These words of him seemed to light a drum.
I saw Nob's eyes cold, and he slammed Gomez's hand away:
"Defied the king's order, undermined important tasks, communicated with foreign enemies, sheltered crimes, privately indulged in important criminals, raised the bandits, respected themselves, raised their hands, conspired with each other, murdered colleagues, opened the prison of bones privately, murdered the blood of the kingdom, endangered the interests of the stars..."
Nob whispered, making Thales feel bad.
"This is what you did today."
His unusual behavior alarmed the cavalry and secret subjects around him, and they cast suspicious glances.
But Wings of Legend did not interrupt him.
The cavalry under his command also continued to face off.
Nob sneered:
"As for the bad things that you and your scumbags have done in the past eighteen years: extortion, bribery, torture, torture, looting, indiscriminate killing, enclosing the land for self-fertilization, enriching your own pockets, and even on the battlefield Black hand, murdering fellow noblemen..."
Nob stared at Wings of Legend, every time he said a word, Gomez's face changed:
"We are tired of wiping your butt."
What?
These charges...
Tyles became more frightened as he listened.
Just listen to Nob coldly and authentically:
"For eighteen years, every piece of evidence and every crime we have collected is enough to make the Fuxing Palace angry at Baron Bladeya, so that the nobles who hated you for a long time in the Western Wilderness are ecstatic, and the kingdom is up and down. Contempt and spurn you, and ruin you who is famous..."
"And all of the above, we will take all the dirty things you have in the past few years, without missing a word, and truthfully report to the Imperial Council, to your Majesty and Lord Hansen."
There is a trace of madness in Nob’s eyes:
"Until he was under pressure from many sources, he had to decide: deprive you of everything."
"From title to army."
"From territory to fame."
The expression of Wings of Legend became ugly.
Thyls also had the same ugly expression.
Not good.
What Nob did is the same as what he was just now.
If I can do it myself, then Nob...
The little white face...
Tyles looked at Roman with a pale face, and looked at the other side's handsome face vacillating.
"Now, Lord Baron."
Nob took a deep breath, his tone sinking, as if putting his anger back on his chest in an instant:
"We may make up for all this together."
Nob stared at Wings of Legend, as if to dig out a piece of flesh from his handsome face.
"Or we will die together: you lose the title, I lose my future, and we are rotten in the camp of Bladeya, rotten in this bottomless abyss of cannibalism."
He is low and honest:
"Time is limited, the choice is yours."
The voice fell, and the scene returned to tranquility.
But the hearts of those present are far from tranquil.
Damn it.
This is the only thought of Thales, who is distraught.
A few seconds passed, but Thales felt like it was a long, long time.
"Mr. Nob, Baron Williams, in fact, I'm very tired now, these messy things..." He pretended to be impatient and wondered how to deal with this situation.
But before he finished speaking, Legend Wings interrupted him again.
"It's weird."
Roman speaks softly, meaning something:
"Why do everyone think that today."
"Is he qualified to threaten me?"
Tyles' expression changed.
I saw the wings of legend step forward slowly:
"Secret Section, have you seen Morat."
Nob narrowed his eyes.
Thyls is also a little strange:
Morat?
The figure of the black prophet appeared in his mind.
What is his business?
Legendary Wings smiled lightly:
"Do you know why the black-robed prisoner keeps on crutches?"
Nob frowned.
"Because he once said something similar to me."
Similar words?
The voice of Wings of Legend is faint and calm, not even louder than the sound of the wind.
But before Thales and Nob reacted, there was a flash of white light in the hands of Legend Wings!
The next second, with a muffled noise, Nob fell heavily to the ground!
"Um—"
What followed was his painful grunt.
Gomez, who reacted, was about to draw a knife subconsciously, but when Roman with a spear in his hand just threw a white shadow, Gomez flew out heavily!
Thyls was taken aback!
"And me!"
The voice of Legend Wings suddenly became loud and loud!
"I was like this..."
His eyes are like ice, and he walks coldly towards Nob who is moaning on the ground.
The next moment, in front of everyone's eyes, Legend Wings raised his leg without hesitation.
Roman finished his words calmly:
"He broke his leg."
A clear voice sounded.
"Ah ah--"
Nob held his right leg and screamed!
When the people around saw this scene, everyone from the secret department was about to rush forward subconsciously!
"My lord!"
But Roman's subordinates also responded quickly. Their swords were unsheathed and their bowstrings were taut, which forced the people of the secret department.
Thyles, who was stunned, looked at this amazing scene and couldn't figure it out.
Why is he...
Nob's screams turned into groans.
He was crawling on the ground, as far away as possible from Roman, a painful moan continued.
Legendary Wings snorted coldly, and he shook the white spear in his hand as if he was still unhappy, and walked towards Nob.
"Roman, no!"
Thyls who reacted quickly said:
"Too many people are watching!"
Legend Wings' footsteps stagnated, and he looked back suddenly!
Look directly at Thales.
The cold warning inside made the prince stuck in his mouth for the rest of his words.
Legend Wings gave a cold snort
He turned his head towards Nob on the ground, but the white spear in his hand slowly tightened and turned back to a short spear.
"Now, from the secret branch."
Legendary Wings stretched out his arms and pulled up Nob's collar!
"I want you to be true to the truth, to give all the words and everything I have done today, including your broken leg, to Morat that bitch. The old miscellaneous hair raised by my son!"
"Return the truth to the king of the dog **** on the highest throne with the surname of the star and the crown!"
Thyls was surprised!
Old miscellaneous hairs, bastards...
What he just said...
Roman's tone is almost freezing the surrounding sand:
"Yes, I not only killed your target, I let go of your suspects."
"I also endangered your interests and undermined your plan."
Legendary Wings suddenly turned his head, and pointed his spear at Thales!
The prince was taken aback.
"I even injured the people you sent to watch me, and threatened to kill the heirs of the kingdom."
Legendary Wings has terrifying eyes:
"And I don't care what you think."
I don't care...what do you think.
Thyls was stunned.
Nob clenched his teeth and seemed to understand the situation.
Legendary Wings tightens Nob, every word is authentic:
"Because it's me, the, the blade, the tooth, the camp, the ground!"
Legend Wings let go of Nob, turned around and pulled Gomez back to the ground!
"And as always, I don't see them pleasing to the eye!"
Roman roared, as if burning with anger.
There is another commotion in the secret department around!
Until one of the cavalry slammed hard and pulled one of them back into the team.
Legendary Wings stood up slowly, looking at Nob and Gomez who hissed and coughed up blood in pain:
"Next time, they will send an idiot like you again, like an ignorant kid, pretendingly to take the king and secret science, and use my Bladefang camp to threaten me..."
The ignorant kid...
Take Bladeya camp to threaten...
Thyls only felt a cold back.
"Next time, if they want to take my territory...to play some political game of balancing power..."
Legend Wings' eyes are cold:
"Just wait for me to find them in Fuxing Palace."
Speaking of this, Roman suddenly looked back at Thales.
The boy was palpitating again and couldn't help taking a step back.
"And if they are unhappy, if they have a kind..."
Legendary Wings is full of killing intent:
"I came to pick up my title, take back my army, take my territory..."
"Bring that **** sign with that **** star..."
"Come and kill me!"
Legend Wings roared.
The **** star...
Tyles swallowed subconsciously.
Damn it.
He stared blankly at the murderous legendary wings:
He...
Really...
A vassal directly under the royal family?
Roman turned his head and stared at Nob who was breathing on the ground:
"Kaiser and Morat, if they didn’t plant it, if they didn’t dare."
Roman feels full of oppression at this moment, and every word of his seems to be cut out of the air with a knife:
"Just let them hold back for me, clamp the tail and the eggs..."
"Continue to hide behind the throne and the curtain..."
"Be a coward of their bitch!"
Thyls was extremely shocked. He looked at the murderous Roman, unable to believe his eyes.
He...
His attitude towards the iron-fisted king...
I just...
How did you successfully "convince" Roman?
Nob panted, reluctantly pressing Gomez, who was about to get up again.
He stared in disbelief.
"Listen well, Secret Section."
Legendary Wings hummed coldly, and thrust the white spear back behind.
"If you miss even one word."
"One, one, word."
Roman's tone is no longer cold, but the content is still sharp:
"I will go to the royal capital myself and take the remaining leg of Morat..."
"Interrupt together."
After speaking, he did not wait for the people on the ground to respond, and turned to face his subordinates:
"The whole army is ready!"
"Ready to leave!"
In the response of hundreds of cavalry, which seemed to be overwhelming, Wings of Legend saddled on their horses and roared and ordered:
"The horses of these people are now ours—thanks to the Kingdom's secret department for supporting us!"
The expressions of Nob and Gomez changed again.
Amidst the panic expressions of everyone in Secret Science, the cavalry rushed forward without hesitation and rudely snatched their mounts.
Several people who wanted to resist were brought down on the way.
Thyls stared at him, looking at Roman, who was riding on the horse in a circle, giving orders to his subordinates in a complicated mood.
"Sorry," the young man approached slowly and gave a friendly smile to the embarrassed Nob:
"The Baron today...probably..."
"In a bad mood."
Speaking of this, Thales sank again.
Nob gasped in pain, leaning **** Gomez's shoulder.
"Thank you for your words, Your Highness."
"It's just... sorry for letting you see this." Nob tried his best to endure the pain, staring far away at Wings of Legend:
"Even in China, the rule of the royal family has not been smooth sailing."
Thyls smiled hard.
But before he waited for a response, there was a rush of horseshoes behind him!
Nobu's face changed:
"Your Highness——"
Thyls looked back subconsciously, only to see a flash of white light in front of him!
The next second, the prince will have his legs off the ground!
Disappeared in front of Nob and Gomez.
Nob looked at the prince going away thoughtfully.
At some point, all the cavalry moved, and their horses were rolling.
Gomez looked back at the horses that were taken away in surprise.
"You know Williams' temper, Nob," the fat man held Nob on his hands, a little frustrated:
"Why do you want to do this in front of him?"
"Why?"
Nob, who was frowning to check on his leg injury, snorted.
"Because..."
Nob hissed in pain:
"Because I am not in his presence."
Gomez was taken aback:
"What?"
"Who is there..."
Nob didn't answer him, just squinted at Thales, who was gradually disappearing from sight:
"Can you feel it, Gomez?"
He raised his head and looked at the sky.
"The wind direction has changed."
Gomez looked at the desert as always, inexplicably.
Wind direction?
Before Gomez was confused, Nob's eyes flashed:
"We leave here and go back to the capital."
"It's really here."
In the distance, Thales was stunned to feel the tremors under his ass.
Just now, he was shocked and inexplicably about to call the crime of Hell River until he found out...
My vision left the ground, and the sights on both sides couldn't help retreating.
He's on... a horse?
And what I am holding...
"This is--" Thales looked up.
"Don't move! Hold tight!"
This time, hearing his voice, Thales stepped back subconsciously!
But he was bumped by the galloping white horse and almost let go.
But the other hand came from the side and held him.
In the sound of the wind, a legendary wing with a rein in his hand loudly said above his head:
"What are you shaking? Can't you ride a horse?"
Thyls froze.
He suddenly found that he was sitting on the white horse in a very uncomfortable position, sitting on...
In the arms of Wings of Legend.
Still holding his waist.
Good...
Embarrassed.
Thyls remembered the performance of Wings of Legend just now, tried to stabilize his figure, and smiled:
"No...I just...that, I can ride a horse myself..."
Roman does not wait for him to answer:
"I try to be more stable!"
The next moment, Roman took the reins slightly, tapped his other hand on the white horse's neck a few times, and made a few whistles that Thales could not understand. The white horse magically slowed down and stabilized.
Thyls had to laugh and lower his head, pretending to be interested in the clothing of Wings of Legend.
Gosh.
He and...
With a guy who just threatened to kill to the Fuxing Palace...
Share a ride?
So...
Thyls saw that in front of them and on both sides were countless galloping cavalry, guarding the two of them in the middle, stepping in smoke and dust.
It makes him feel more embarrassed.
I can only think of other things.
It's strange. Although Legendary Wings looks murderous, his figure under his robe and light armor is a little thin.
And the smell in his arms is still...
Smell good?
The team suddenly turned.
Feeling the endless bumps and unstoppable soreness, Thales had to stretch out his hand to cover his mouth and nose in the face of the smoke and dust coming to his face.
At this moment, a hand was stretched out in front of him.
"Face towel," Roman said loudly as the horseshoe rolled:
"Dustproof."
Thyls froze for a moment, then took the face towel from Roman's hand and found that Roman was also covering his face.
But his amber eyes still have spirit.
Tyles sighed and tied the scarf.
Thyls took a deep breath behind the face towel and felt much better:
"You are not afraid of threats."
"You are not afraid of secret science, nor the king."
The legendary wings behind him moved slightly.
White horse made a bump, Thales ignored the embarrassment, and hugged Roman's waist to maintain balance.
But he still asked:
"Then you just...why did you agree to my terms?"
Roman did not answer.
When Thales thought the dialogue failed.
"Maybe because of..."
Roman immediately snorted coldly, lowered his head, and looked directly at Thales.
There was a complicated look in his amber eyes.
Roman stretched out his hand and pulled the scarf on Thales's face a bit more:
"You look better?"
Thyls was stunned.
One second later, Thales, who felt so embarrassed, tilted his head unnaturally and tried to hide his face in the other's arms.
Fortunately...
The face towel hides his face very well.
There was another big bump on the mount under the buttocks, which made Thales' arms tighter.
"Where are we... going?"
This time, Roman did not answer him.
Instead, Wings of Legend straightened up and pulled out the white spear behind him, letting it grow slowly.
"Send a signal to Felicia and Frank!"
Roman's voice rose suddenly, only to hear him roar:
"Everyone, ready to speed up!"
Before Thales reacted, there was a wave of responses from the horses, front and back:
"Huh!"
The roar of Wings of Legend goes straight to the sky:
"Let's-go back to the camp!"
His voice seemed to have a trembling power, piercing through rolling horses' hoofs, reaching everyone's ears.
Even Thales couldn't help feeling a blood turmoil.
"Huh!"
The cavalry responded in unison again, eager to try.
Soon, the cavalry team began to accelerate, and the more intense wind and sand made Thales had to close his eyes and leaned against Roman's arms.
Damn it!
The dull sound of horseshoe hitting the sand is getting louder and crisper.
The voice of Wings of Legend is still clear and shocking:
"Our camp!"
In increasing speed, the cavalry drew out their weapons one after another, and responded frantically:
"Huh!"
Horseshoes, wind and sand, roars, bumps, countless sounds mixed together, I heard Thales' heart beating.
Is he crazy?
Take me, and go to war?
The white spear turned in the hands of Wings of Legend, straight forward:
"Whoever meets along the way, whether it is a human, a bastard, a wild species, or a bloodstab lizard!"
"As long as I see the Stardust Battle Banner, I still refuse to disarm and kneel..."
In my ears, the voice of Wings of Legend grew colder, with unprecedented sharpness and anger.
The next second, Wings of Legend struck the white spear!
He yelled out an orc language that once shocked Thales:
"Sai-Er-Li-Kai!"
The white horse made a leap, and Thales almost let go!
He closed his eyes and tried his best to hug Roman’s waist, only to hear the fanatical roar of soldiers in his ear:
"Sale! Pursue!"
"Serlikai!"
Thyls listened to these ups and downs, and his heartbeat and blood gradually calmed down.
An unprecedented fatigue hits.
Ok...tired.
"Sal, Pur--"
In the endless turbulence and tsunami-like roar~IndoMTL.com~Tyles only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and his body lighter.
Everything around his ear seemed to be separated by a water curtain, no longer irritating his nerves.
The next second, Thales closed his eyes and loosened his arm.
He seemed to fall into the water.
But a powerful arm holding the reins looped forward.
Before the boy crooked down his saddle, he hugged him tightly.
"Serlikai--"
In the midst of the tsunami, the stupefied Thales seemed to realize something.
But before he reacts...
The boy fell into the arms of Wings of Legend...
I fell asleep.