Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 212: Too high
Everything feels like fog.
White.
Hazy.
Confused.
Nothing to rely on.
The only gentle voice in my ear, as if it were close at hand.
[Yinren, please, don't be afraid. 】
How could this happen.
His heart is filled with inexplicable anger and sorrow, and there is nowhere to vent.
It's like... he is losing something.
[I'm just...I'm just...]
That voice is so helpless.
So... bleak.
It seems to be... away from him
[I just live... in a world different from you. 】
The voice disappeared, and he suddenly felt very empty and distressed.
He stretched out his hand in the direction of that voice.
Want to go...
Touch her.
Hold her tightly.
Comfort her.
Leave her.
When he thought he was about to approach her, he was about to stay with her.
A red light suddenly penetrated the mist!
The white mist dissipated and the obscurity disappeared.
At that moment, it was like the blood from the sky stained the walls, everything around became sticky and bright, scarlet and gloomy!
Everything has changed.
He became nervous inexplicably.
[It’s been a long time...]
In the scarlet blood, an unfamiliar and gloomy voice, exaggerating a heavy and excited tone, sounded from within.
[It’s been a long time...]
A sigh of heaviness came without warning, and he could not breathe.
No.
[It’s been a long time... It’s been a long time... It’s...]
The echo is heavy and endless.
It was like a heavy drum of war, shaking his heart back and forth.
No.
[My...]
That voice is very excited.
But he was terrified.
No.
[My...]
The blood around me is getting redder, darker, deeper and deeper, getting...closer.
[My, my, my...]
Inevitably, the boundless blood climbed up to his body, up to his perception.
And he can't break free, can't escape.
No.
It rushed his thoughts roughly, occupying his will.
Fill up his...everything.
No!
[My My My My My My...]
Finally, when the boundless blood completely filled him from the inside to the outside, the strange voice from afar was so clear, as if it were in his ears, it rang from his body!
[My——]
It seems to have faded away all chaos and barriers. If a volcano erupts and a tsunami is majestic, it roars out of his own mouth:
【——Blood Brothers! 】
"Ah--"
He screamed in horror, and hurriedly got up!
Frightened, helpless, panicked.
He panted, trying to catch something.
At this moment, a heavy shadow suddenly appeared above his head!
It's like a ghost, pressed down in darkness.
Seems to cover and swallow him.
The next moment, a familiar feel appeared in his right hand.
He was nervous, without thinking about it, pushing his right hand towards the shadow!
"Pop!"
With a soft sound, his right hand is firmly held, unable to advance or retreat!
"Thyls."
The familiar hoarse voice emerged from the shadows, calling his name.
Thyls is an exciting spirit!
"About, Yordel?"
The young man panted, trying to separate the blood in his dream from the dark shadow in front of him in his consciousness, barely recognizing a pair of mirror holes that reflect cold light.
In the dim light, the dark shadow's grip on his arm slowed slightly.
"Yes."
"It's me...I, here I am," the shadow said hoarsely, comforting Thales, who was in a panic, looking rather unskilled:
"I am here."
A gloved hand loosened Thales' wrist and patted the boy stiffly on the arm, encouraging him to relax.
And in his dream, he was soaked in the blood of the whole world...not here.
Tyles, whose nerves were tense, was stunned, and the JC dagger in his hand slipped down and was caught by Yordel.
"I am here, I am here."
The shadow repeats awkwardly, only a few seconds later to find the next word:
"No...it's all right."
Thyls let out a breath, and he collapsed backward.
But he was quickly supported by the mask guard on his back and gently put it back on the pillow.
He looked at JC in Yordel's hand, panicked and guilty.
"The dagger...I'm sorry," Thales half-opened his eyelids, feeling weak and breathless:
"It was just... a nightmare, you know, I..."
But Yordel interrupted him:
"I know, I know."
"It's okay."
The mask guard helped Thales pull up the pillow, let him lean on it, and did not forget to help the young man tuck the quilt.
Thyls, who was lying back on the bed, realized that he was in a cold sweat.
Soaked, I don’t know when to replace the lining.
Tyles pressed the bandage under the lining, and the smell of medicine filled his nose.
He took a deep breath in the pain, only to realize that they were in a strange room,
Dark, gloomy, and narrow.
The room is not big. It’s only a dozen steps from the head of his bed to the door. There is a small desk next to the bed. A wooden window beside the desk is closed tightly, revealing a few faintly from the cracks in the window. The light of the day.
An unextinguishable lamp was placed on the wooden table in the distance, barely illuminating the room.
But... Lying on the bed, Thales narrowed his eyes and found that although the bed board and desk were relatively neat, the walls of the room were dark and heavy, and there were even some cobwebs left in the corners of the ceiling.
"Where is...where?"
Tyles spoke with difficulty, only feeling his voice dry.
"Yanya Camp."
The masked guard walked to the edge of the wooden table, and when he came back, he already had an extra glass of water in his hand.
"You slept for a day and a night."
So we are back.
One day and one night...
So long?
Tyles gratefully took the water glass and poured his throat that seemed to be dry.
While watching him drink water, Yordel grabbed a bunch of rope by the bed and pulled it gently.
"Dingling bell..."
There was a faint bell ringing outside the door.
"The doctor said that you need to eat." Under Thales's puzzled eyes, Yodel explained briefly.
Before Thales could react, arguing and footsteps were faintly heard outside the door.
"Bell, bell, that is bell!"
"I swear to hear the bell ring! Felicia said that it was the way the master called the bed...cough cough, the way the servant got up...No, I don't think it's haunted... well, coward, I Go by yourself!"
The owner of the words and footsteps was obviously in a hurry, and there were many unexpected and panic collisions on the way.
"Boom!"
The next moment, as the door was slammed open, Yodel's figure disappeared into the air.
Thyls leaning on the bed narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who rushed into the door to maintain his balance in embarrassment.
This is a...soldier, and he looks familiar.
"You are..."
Tyles put down his empty water glass, wondering.
The soldier managed to maintain his balance, and his complexion changed suddenly when he saw Thales.
"I have a big grass, it's muddy!"
"The mud has finally sex!"
The soldier spoke with a strong Western accent, but he seemed to be aware of something. He immediately coughed a few times, stood upright subconsciously, and replaced it with the more standard Xilu linguistic unique to the messenger.
"I mean, your honorable and handsome majesty, seeing you have sex, we will be moved to death in the camp of Bladeya!"
The smile that Thales tried to squeeze out froze.
The agitated soldier stared at the weak Thales on the bed for fear of missing a glance, and at the same time uttered a long string of words stiffly and mechanically:
"Cough, cough, there is your dripping-- uh, is it dripping or coming--our, the seam is shining..."
The soldier bowed his head once when he said a sentence, his face changed back and forth with the occasional crappy rhetoric, accompanied by stuttering from time to time:
"In short, we must try our best to keep the frontiers for the kingdom, be optimistic about the desert, and be good with the orcs, please rest assured...Oops, this seems to be the last paragraph, cough cough..."
"Well, my team and I are honored to have you... I mean to get you, no, I got you..."
Thyls coughed fiercely, interrupting his welcome speech, which was full of errors.
"Okay, thank you, soldier, I understand your enthusiasm," Thales pointed weakly to the soldier's waist:
"No need to read the rest of the manuscript."
The soldier blushed, embarrassingly stuffed the "cheat sheet" full of handwriting and pictures held to the waist into the belt:
"Well, our clerk who is in charge of writing a letter hung up half a month ago..."
"You are the only one here?" Thales looked outside the door, only to see a dim light.
The soldier who was embarrassed was agitated, and he immediately stood at attention to reply:
"There are also Weird Fire and Spirit Blade—she just changed shifts, and the blinding eyes have not come yet—we have to come to see it every half an hour, for fear that you will be killed by the wrong soul, or you will be crazy about money The Spirit Blade sneaked into the bed and got on..."
Thyls raised his eyebrows.
The soldier felt wrong as soon as he spoke, and his face changed:
"Sorry, you know what I didn't mean..."
He squeezed out a panic smile, with nowhere to put his hands:
"I mean, your honorable and handsome Majesty, we have been taking good care of you, and we treat you as our own son..."
The more he talks, the worse.
Thyls, who was tired of spirits, became more energetic because of his nagging.
He sighed and reached out to hold down the remaining words of the soldier.
"I remember, you are a snake hand, a supernatural person."
"It is the new captain of Baron Williams..."
The soldier named Snake Hand was taken aback, and then he was ecstatic.
"Ah, you remember my name! It is indeed a noble and handsome Highness... Yes, your Highness, please remember me, I am, I am the snake hand of Lord Williams, I am loyal and I have never smuggled , Tax evasion or organized crime. Since being recruited by adults, he has been bleeding, sweating and crying for the kingdom every day..."
The snake hand, who was immersed in another round of "showing loyalty", saw Thales's sinking face, coughed quickly, and returned to the topic.
"Originally, the baron wanted to catch a few beautiful prostitutes or the maids of the old men to make you cool--cough cough, I mean to serve you to warm your bed..."
"But you know, the camp has just calmed down, so he let the freak be small... Uh, let our glorious Stardust Guards Third Commando team take good care of you, love you, and make you comfortable , I don’t want to go when I come..."
Tyles stretched out his hand with a headache, interrupting the long talk that the other party had apparently been brewing all day:
"Thank you, please go and convey my gratitude to the Baron, and then..."
The prince smiled reluctantly:
"I am a little hungry."
Snake Hand was stunned for a few seconds before he slapped his forehead.
"Oh, yes, I eat! Yes, the baron snatched a lot from the gang of old men...cough cough, I mean the nobles generously donated a lot to you and the baron..."
Snake Hand said with brows flying, and rushed out of the room, leaving Thales with an ignorant look.
"Strange fire!"
After a series of footsteps, there was a vague cry of snake hand outside the door:
"Bring up the food! Don't sneak up on your own--cough cough, secretly, that, secretly ‘checked’!"
Ten minutes later, in the closed room, Thales sat alone at the desk, staring at the food that the snake hand had just delivered.
He looked at the wheat-baked white bread, oatmeal, goat's milk, and even honey on the plate...
As well as grilled fish, chicken, pork, and many seasonings that are not available in the North...
Snake Hand said, this is the Wings of Legend confiscated from the Western Wilderness nobles?
Tyles sighed and put a mouthful of broth into his mouth.
Well, it tastes great—compared to scorpions and spiders, and bloodstab lizards.
Moshen, who will tell him in the future that the Western Wilderness nobles are located in remote and barren soil, and if they are turbulent and dangerous, poor and bitter, he will break off friendship with whom...
Feeling the gradual filling of the stomach, Thales asked into the air:
"So, what happened to the Yaga camp?"
He waited a few seconds.
"Later," Yodel's hoarse and indistinguishable voice came from the void:
"Williams won."
Williams, won.
Tyles bit the spoon in his mouth and tilted his eyebrows helplessly.
Wow.
Really detailed.
Just like when they first met, Yordel answered him "Who is my dad?"
A mouthful of diplomatic rhetoric.
Thyls' lips couldn't help but turn up when thinking of the past.
God, how old is he, is he nostalgic?
But Thales immediately thought of something, and his emotions sank.
"Where is the Kingdom's Secret Division?"
Tyles asked vaguely, but Yordel seemed to know what he was asking.
"They had no horses and were forced to return on foot."
The prince breathed a sigh of relief.
So, Fastline, Barney, Belletti, Tardin, Cannon, Brie, and Thacker.
They...
His mood became cheerful.
"It was a fulfilling and fun day, isn't it." Thales said half-jokingly.
A few seconds later, a hoarse voice came in the air, with an imperceptible smile:
"Yes."
Thyls, whose appetite has greatly increased, ate the food on the plate happily.
"Yordel, by the way, your injury..."
"It's alright, don't worry."
The answer from the air was so swift that Thales didn't even have a chance to finish the question.
But the prince frowned.
"Alright?"
Thyls put down the half-bitten bread.
The injury...well.
He remembered that a long time ago, Yordel was seriously injured by blocking three deadly crossbow arrows for him.
They are separated.
Thyls no longer knew what happened after that—the prince’s mission urged him to go north.
Six years in one go.
The memories of the past and the inexplicable melancholy rushed to his mind.
Six years.
Tyles' smile disappeared.
He was silent for a while.
"Yordel, all these years, how are you... okay?"
The answer in the air is still short:
"Good."
Thyls nodded lightly, his mouth slightly bent.
Yes.
The same him.
Speak, be silent, and cherish words like gold.
The former mask guard.
Isn't it?
Thinking of this, Thales suddenly changed his mind:
"You know Saker, don't you?"
This time, the answer in the air took several seconds before it sounded, full of inexplicable emotions:
"A long time ago."
Thyls frowned, his tone full of concern:
"He said, your mask is one of the royal family's secret treasures."
The room is very quiet.
No answer.
Thyls took a deep breath.
He turned his head and looked into the dimly small room, still not seeing any signs of living people.
Unable to wait for Yordel to reply, Thales sighed and asked:
"He also said that there is a price to use that magic mask?"
There was silence for several seconds again, when Thales couldn't help but want to speak again, the voice of the mask guard came:
"It's okay."
"Everyone has a price to pay."
His voice is still hoarse, but it is full of unknown depth.
And the determination to end the conversation.
He is not going to say it—the boy read this meaning.
But Thales was not satisfied:
"So what exactly is that?"
He looked worriedly at the void behind him, feeling a bit silly as he shouted from the air.
No answer.
"Yordel!"
This time, Thales' tone was urging.
"I am really worried about that..."
The answer to him is still silence.
Tyles exhaled helplessly.
"I saw it!"
The young man frowned and stared at the void, dissatisfied and worried:
"When Ricky tried to remove it, your reaction was like he was about to peel you off!"
"If you are really fine, then why have I never seen you pick it..."
Tyles stopped the hasty words.
The drowsy room was silent.
The shadow in the darkness has no ripples.
As calm as ever.
Okay.
In this case.
Tyles took a deep breath, put away his uncomfortable emotions, and learned the posture he learned in the past six years, becoming the proud and arrogant star prince facing the aggressive lords of Longxiao City.
"Yordel Cato," Thales said solemnly and indifferently:
"I order you: tell me."
He lifted his chin and made a serious expression:
"This is my order."
"An order from the second prince, Thales Canxing!"
The voice is cold, and the tone is harsh, beyond doubt.
The response is still silent.
Thyls suddenly felt that the shadow in the darkness seemed to move.
But what followed was a cold and hoarse voice:
"Prince Thales."
Vaguely and broken.
Relentless and cold.
"I only obey your majesty's orders."
The voice fell.
At that moment, Thales only felt cold all over.
Only obey...
Your Majesty’s Order...
He looked at the void in a daze, a little confused.
Really.
Thyls took a dazed breath and turned his head stiffly.
No longer looking behind him.
In a few seconds.
"All right."
Thyls heard himself speaking unnaturally, and only felt that his tongue was stiff and unfamiliar, even worse than the snake hand just now:
"Of course, your majesty's order..."
He said with difficulty:
"Of course."
Thyls took a few deep breaths.
He picked up the tableware and started eating again.
As always.
But.
Just now, he felt for the first time that the seemingly unmanned shadow behind him... is no longer a sense of security.
The strange and familiar purple mask brought him... also no longer a sense of security.
Your Majesty’s order.
Yes.
I forgot.
From the first day he met me, what he did was...
Your Majesty’s order.
Thyls suddenly thought of Selma in Longxiao City.
I thought of Nicolai and Lisban who were around her, who seemed to serve the Grand Duke and obey her orders.
At that moment, he just felt cold.
Tales forced himself to eat a bite of meat or bread in accordance with the most standard table manners taught by Ji Ni, but he felt like a light on his back, like a knife in his throat.
I feel uncomfortable.
It's too small here and it's a little stuffy.
He thought so.
Tyles put down the tableware and raised his head irritably. Apart from the dim, inextinguishable lamp, he saw only three tightly closed windows, with only dim light emerging from the edges.
Not breathable at all.
No wonder it's so boring.
There is no sky, no light, no idea what time it is.
So where is this place, the "sweet home" of Wings of Legend?
Thyls's breath stopped when he thought of Roman's arrogant and arrogant cold face.
Damn little white face.
Tyles stood up sternly, planning to open the window in front of the desk.
But under the push, he was stunned.
The window in front of him was sealed by an extra nailed board at the handle.
What are you doing?
Thyls frowned and looked at the nailed window:
What is this?
Afraid of intrusion?
Still afraid of me running away?
So all entrances and exits were blocked?
Want to trap me here?
It's like... in jail?
Thinking of the dark prison that tortured him most of the night, Thales, who was in a bad mood, turned his head subconsciously:
"Yorde..."
But halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.
Damn it.
The prince closed his mouth and took a few deep breaths.
He didn't speak again, but sat down again and picked up the utensils again.
Tyles looked at the window that couldn't be opened, his breathing began to accelerate, and his already bored mood grew worse.
Damn Roman.
Damn little white face.
Thyls sat for less than five seconds before throwing down the tableware.
He walked barefoot to the edge of the wooden table with the unextinguishable lamp, took up his JC dagger, walked back hurriedly, and pierced the gap between the wooden seal and the window frame, and forcefully One pry!
"Boom!"
Maybe it was in disrepair for a long time, and the board was fragile. He couldn't even use the power of termination, so he pried off a corner of the seal, and even the tip of the nail was exposed.
But Thales didn't stop, he stood up on the chair with a cold face and pried open the other corners of the seal.
He thought it would trap me...
Thyls forcibly ignored the hunger in his belly and irritably pried every part of the seal.
Fuck, think beautiful...
But at this moment, a gray blade appeared from the air!
It drew a beautiful arc, went straight into the plank, changed direction, and drew across the corners very quickly!
"Shit!"
With a few crisp noises, the plank fell into a gloved palm and was steadily removed.
Tyles frowned, watching the black figure beside him remove the seal efficiently and quickly, revealing a lot of outside light.
"You can let me do it." The masked figure gently lowered the plank.
Thyls snorted, stepped down on the chair, dropped the dagger, and patted the dust on his palm.
"Really," the prince sarcastically said:
"I thought."
"You only obey your majesty's orders."
The mask guard did not answer.
His figure rippled and disappeared into the air.
The prince snorted lightly, then went out with all his strength, and opened the window with a bang!
Countless dust rises.
Thyles coughed sharply.
Damn it, you should wear a towel first...
Tyles squinted, trying to fan away the dust while adapting to the sudden bright light and cold wind.
Sunshine.
Cold wind.
The long-lost sunlight rushed into this window like the tide that found a vent, filling the whole room.
Light up everything.
The biting cold wind, like a pack of wolves smelling blood, rushed into this window hungry and filled the room.
Blowing everything.
But when Thales raised his head and looked at the scenery outside the window, he was stunned.
No.
Here...
Here is...
"Boom, boom, boom--"
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps outside the door!
Thyls looked back alertly and grabbed the dagger.
The voice of the snake hand rang from outside the door, sounding panic:
"No, no, no, my lord, this is the baron's order, even if it is as noble as you... uh!"
There was a muffled sound, and Snake Hand's words stopped abruptly.
Tyles is nervous!
What?
Someone... attacked?
"Yordel?"
The young man didn't care about the little awkwardness of the top talent, and shouted softly.
"Don't panic."
A familiar reply came in the air.
"I am here."
The long-lost sense of security and steadfastness instantly returned to his heart.
Seems familiar.
The prince breathed a sigh of relief.
But I can’t wait for Thales to feel that he is really cheap and fickle...
"Boom!"
The door of the room was opened roughly!
Tyles' muscles are tense!
A strong figure lowered his head and stepped into this small room.
The Uninvited Guest was a warrior in draped clothes, exuding an unpleasant aura. He turned his gaze and glanced at Thales.
The vaguely dangerous sign made the prince subconsciously lift the dagger.
Who is he?
The opponent has a darker complexion and a different appearance. He wears staggered braids on his head, black tattoos on his face, and strange jagged lines on his neck.
But Thales, who had seen Raphael and McGee, quickly recognized him.
This is a barren man.
Thyls looked at him in shock.
What's the matter?
Bone Man...
here?
But in secret, Yordel remained silent.
Calm down.
Thyls can only bite the bullet and tell himself: Wait.
However, the seemingly dangerous Skeleton just glanced at the room indifferently.
His eyes didn't even stay on Thales for an extra second.
After that, another sharp, abrupt, and terribly unpleasant middle-aged male voice rang with an unpleasant sullen smile:
"Don't be frightened by Gao He. The brake patterns on his neck are just the tradition of the Saralun tribe."
"He won 36 duels, nothing more."
Thyls frowned: The Shalaren tribe, thirty-six duels?
The Desolate Man named Gao He turned around and nodded, and walked out.
"Pug, pug, pug..."
This voice...
Thyls, who had heard the old crow crutches and the sound of the black prophet walking, immediately reacted: This is the sound of wood touching the ground.
But this time, the voice is more rhythmic than that of the old crow, and lighter than that of the black prophet.
"Oh, oh, it’s been a long time since I came here last time."
The sharp voice sounded again, with a slight western accent.
But Thales swears that this is the most standard, most complete, and most rounded lingua franca that he has heard since he entered the Great Desert, even with the idiom of Yongxing City.
"I thought I would never come to this tiring and ominous place."
Finally, a figure with a cane limped and appeared askew at the door of the room.
As soon as he stepped into the door, Thales’s tension and attention to Gao He was completely taken away by this newcomer:
The other party’s crutches has a left leg that has always been obviously disabled, and the whole is squeezed on the ground, but a special style long-handled sword is strangely pinned on it, as if expecting the owner to be able to wield the weapon while holding the cane Like.
The master with a sharp voice supported the door frame, pulled the armor robe on his body, and smiled darkly:
"Huh, this is really a test for my legs and feet."
He raised his head on crutches, revealing a middle-aged face that can be called inhuman:
Haggard and pale, with slanted lips.
With his cold, sharp voice and sharp eyes, it makes people shudder.
The moment he saw each other, Thales was shocked!
Describe the terrible middle-aged man while gasping lightly, while looking at Thales:
"Hey, in six years," the other party chuckled unpleasantly, like a heart-wrenching stinger:
"You really have raised a lot."
"I guess the Yankees fed you well?"
A few seconds of silence.
Thyls looked at the clothes on the middle-aged man in a daze, thinking of something.
The other party still smiles horribly, waiting for an answer.
Finally, Thales took a deep breath.
"It's been a long time," the prince put away the dagger in his hand and straightened the thin clothes on his body, and said in a serious tone:
"My Lord Duke."
The owner of the cane stared at him for a long time, and then burst into a big laugh:
"Hahaha, good, do you remember this old bone!"
His expression is exaggerated, making the inhuman face even more terrifying, and he clapped fiercely as if he had seen something extraordinary.
Outside the door, the Desolate Man turned around coldly and beat the snake hand who had just woke up again to faint.
Calm down.
The prince said to himself.
Thyls forced himself not to look at the situation of the snake hand, but calmly looked at the guests in front of him:
"Your arrival is really beyond my expectation..."
The prince gently pulled the chair away, motioned, and then sat down on the bed by himself:
"So, are you here to support me, or to support Baron Williams, or to support...Bladeya camp?"
At that moment, the opponent's sharp and cold laughter choked.
It seems to understand something.
The middle-aged man with a terrifying face looked directly at Thales, who was seemingly free, and tweeted:
"Very well, you don't have the peculiar smell of milk from the aristocratic dudes who have been abandoned... it's great."
"We should change our view of the Yankees-maybe they are not barbarians who only know how to lift the table with their fists."
Thyls frowned slightly.
The middle-aged man hummed softly, raised his left leg with a cane, and stepped into the room one after another.
"Pug, pug......"
The Desolate Man behind him closed the door of the room with a high degree of understanding, leaving the middle-aged man and Thales in the room.
Turn this place back into a...closed cage.
Calm down.
Thyls warned himself again, watching him get closer.
The middle-aged man walked to the chair Thales pulled for him, half ironic and half sigh:
"It's just that, as your first stop when you return home, Williams really shouldn't arrange you here. It's too high, too high..."
The middle-aged man stopped at the desk.
He turned to look at Thales coldly, revealing the window behind him.
And countless buildings under the window ~IndoMTL.com~ the size of building blocks.
"It is so high that I am worried, will you be careless..."
"Fall from here."
Tyles looked at the long sword on his crutch, only feeling tight.
That's it.
One of the six giants of the stars, the owner of the Falkenhauser family with a four-eyed skull as its emblem.
Guardian Duke of the Western Desolation, Lord of the Desolation Ruins, "Unwelcome".
Cyril Falkenhauser.
He's just like this, standing in the top room of the highest point of the Bladeya camp-the "Ghost Prince Tower", and said lightly:
"Like...your father's brother?"
(End of this chapter)