Kingdom’s Bloodline: 87

Three days later, the southeast border of the black sand collar.

Korn Karabyan supported his "bearer" saber, kneeling on the ground in pain, glancing at two people on the snowy ground in the distance.

It was Raphael, who didn't know his life or death, and Miranda, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

Damn it.

Cohen only felt that the pain in his ribs came from the other side's sword strokes mercilessly.

Putila was right.

It is extremely dangerous for them to stay in the Northland.

But he guessed one less thing.

That is, their enemy is not only the black sand collar.

There is also the extreme cold wind and snow...

And...

Cohen raised his head with difficulty, looked at the enemy in front of him, and looked at the sneer that emerged from his mouth.

And him.

The young man.

The man who belonged to the "Sword of Disaster" was defeated by Cohen in a narrow alley and was rescued by Raphael.

"It's shameful," Cohen said dying: "Compared to your teacher, you are a scumbag."

"Not qualified to be a swordsman at all..."

"Even as a disaster sword, it is too bad..."

They were rushing back to the stars, and they had nothing to do until they were attacked inexplicably...

Cohen looked at the proud young man, then looked at Raphael and Miranda who were unconscious, and clenched his fists vigorously.

In the distance, a horse that stumbled was lying in the snow and wailing.

"Ah, who let me run into you, and you happened to be seriously injured."

The young Northland man squinted his eyes and shook the weapon in his hand as if he were in an alley: "You guys think you are unlucky."

"As for my teacher, hey, he won't know about this scene."

Cohen stood up with difficulty, but the pain in his hand in the Palace of Valor was far from healed, making him almost unable to hold the sword securely.

No...

Raphael’s situation is far more serious than expected...

Miranda's injury cannot be underestimated...

The police officer gritted his teeth.

Now there is only me...

"Oh," the young man with Sword of Disaster laughed and glanced at Miranda: "That girl looks good."

Damn it!

Cohen punched the snow hard, almost crushing his teeth.

"Ah!"

The next second, the police officer roared and urged the few stars left, and once again displayed a continuous offensive.

In the snow, the shadows of the young man and the police officer are touching.

"Clang!"

Cohen spit out a bigger bite of blood and fell to the ground feebly.

The saber is released.

He has reached his limit.

Especially on the back, whether it was being hit hard by Kaslan or being hit hard by Tulha, the damage to Cohen was far more terrible than expected.

Leaving him powerless to fight back.

No.

"Where is your majesty in Longxiao City, big man? What about the thrusting swordsmanship you are proud of?"

"I forgot to thank you." The young man glanced at his torn sleeve and laughed: "In return for you to give me so many'gifts' in the city."

The guard felt the pierced arm, felt the unbridled pain of the violent ending power in his muscles, and only felt angry in his heart.

"And this desolate man," the young man glanced at Raphael in disgust: "Relying on his northern background with secret science..."

The young man took a sip, then turned his attention to Miranda with interest.

"Hey! Stay away from them!" Cohen rallied, punching his fist on the snow, and shouting: "Come on me!"

"You **** xx **** bastard!"

Leading from Walla to the Western Wilderness, and then to the Northland, Cohen angrily put all the dirty words he had learned into this sentence.

I only hope to provoke the opponent and make him...

"Don't worry."

"Guess what," the young man gave a cold look, but stretched his neck, licked his lips, and didn't seem to be offended at all. "What will I do with this beautiful girl... It definitely impresses you." ."

"This is for you to remember," the young man walked to Miranda's side, showing an expression of anger and smile: "When you make the wrong person..."

Cohen, unable to move, watched regretfully the young man demonstrating and walked towards Miranda, only feeling desperate.

He can't do anything...

Everything...

Cohen lay down in the snow in pain, never hated his incompetence so much.

No.

No!

Just now.

"Swish!" There was a rapid piercing sound.

The young man's expression changed, he suddenly turned around, and the sword light exploded in front of him!

"Ding!"

His hand half-sword struck a weapon in the air, making a sharp metal collision.

The weapon that flew in mid-air was easily knocked off by the young man, and fell weakly.

It's a short knife with a strange arc.

Cohen, lying on the ground, stared at the knife blankly, forgetting to react for a while.

The knife...

"Is the botched sneak attack your helper?" The young man curled his mouth, looked around, searching for the sneak attacker.

What are you doing.

This level of sneak attack is too simple...

But in the next second, the young man's face changed.

From the blade of the knife he opened, there was a strange tremor in an instant.

The vigor penetrated deeply into his body, making his half of his body numb.

The young man tried to raise his right arm, but found that his right hand was already unable to move.

He panicked.

No.

This vigor.

What is it...

He has no chance to regret it.

"Call..."

The wind howled, a graceful figure stepped on an astonishing pace, broke through the wind and snow, and instantly hit his eyes!

In the white snow, the sword suddenly appeared!

In the weird numbness, the young man raised his whole body strength before shifting the blade to the position where the enemy was attacking.

But it didn't work.

The dexterous enemy just turned sideways slightly in the air, and then let go of the sword.

Then slashed out.

"Shit!"

The unresistible young man opened his unbelievable eyes, watching the opponent's knife pierce his neck.

"Although they are all holding swords, in comparison," the enemy pushed his body on his body in a nice voice, and pulled out the blade: "You're really lousy."

"Can't even compare with green leather."

"Scum."

Warm arterial blood gushes from the neck of the young man.

In the endless fear, the young man's eyes constricted.

At that moment, he was panicked and saw the knife in the opponent's hand again.

It was a dog-legged knife with a slanted angle from the tip to the handle.

That kind of knife...

If.

If I can react...

If I can show my strength...

But there are no more ifs.

He fell feebly, his godless eyes meeting Cohen's shocked expression.

The guard stared blankly at the slender figure squatting in the wind and snow, inserting two knives into the boot.

Then walked towards him step by step.

"Puff!"

A pair of thick snow boots buttoned in front of his eyes.

Looking upwards again, is a pair of long legs that are also wrapped in thick clothing.

Cohen looked up in a daze.

The other party slowly squatted down, she took off her thick fur hat, revealing a neat brown hair.

Cohen couldn't say anything, he just blinked, as if he couldn't believe everything in front of him.

"Ha" the other party flicked the fur hat on his hand and let out a breath of heat helplessly.

The girl in front of her pushed the goggles to her forehead, and there were red stamps pressed out of the frame around her eye sockets.

She has a few strands of hair attached to her forehead, which looks a little playful, her nose and face are dotted with fine crystal beads of sweat, her face is ruddy, and she looks quite healthy.

It's also quite delicious. Cohen didn't know why this idea came up.

"The old guy is not right at all. How can it be so cold in the north? After running a few laps, I actually sweated..."

While complaining uncomfortably about someone, she showed a pair of big piercing eyes, looking at the dying Cohen curiously like a puppy on the side of the road.

"Yo, lost boy..."

The female bartender in the underground street, who was dressed in a thick dress but still kept her demeanor, learned the rules of the police hall with a joking gesture and respected the police officer a very non-standard etiquette:

"We meet again."

Yala Sariton, who crouched in front of him, curled her mouth and said with a smile.

Silence.

Cohen still stared at each other blankly, without saying a word.

As if he was born this way.

Looking at him, Yala grabbed her hair helplessly and blinked.

Has he been beaten stupid?

The next moment, the guard stared blankly at the two companions in the distance.

Fortunately...

Fortunately...

He exhaled in relief.

It seemed to release all the shackles in an instant.

Cohen closed his red eyes tightly, his face twisted into a ball, and buckled his face heavily into the snow, to be precise, on Yala's boots.

His shoulders twitched, making a sob.

Yara was taken aback.

"Hey, don't cry!" The big-headed bartender recalled several times of taking care of the injured puppies on the side of the road. She hurriedly pressed Cohn's shoulders and stroked him in a cunning manner. On the back, incoherent words: "Oh, okay, okay, I know, I helped you kill the bad guys at the last moment, and saved your friends, and you are so touched now that you can’t wait to invite me to drink for a lifetime to show Thanks, but now on this occasion..."

When Cohen heard the words, thinking of the desperate situation just now, he only felt more sour in his heart.

"Ah" instead of restraining him, he started crying loudly.

So, Yala's furious roar exploded in the air.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Don't wipe your tears with my clothes, you dead blue skin!"

After a while, Yala calmed down and sighed softly, looking at Cohen, who was bruised and confused.

She looked at the snow **** in front of her, with hesitation in her eyes.

But Yala looked at the man and woman who was walking with Cohen again, and couldn't help scratching her hair.

In the end, she shook her head.

Yara's face dimmed.

That's it.

Many hillsides have been found.

It seems that this information is mostly false.

It should still be empty.

Moreover, if there is this green skin...

It should be more convenient to find someone?

"Forget it, come with me if you can walk," Thinking of this, Yala patted Cohen's back grinningly, "I know, there is a celestial man and a northerner nearby. The hunter’s cabin, some supplies, can give you a rest."

Cohen beats his spirits and looks at the strange girl consciously: "What?"

"Hey, say it in advance," the female bartender lowered her head to meet the police officer's eyes, and said viciously:

"I will charge for it!"

What Cohen and Yala didn't know was that on the other side of the snow slope, in a large needle forest a few hundred meters away, a group of people wrapped in thick clothes were waiting quietly.

One of the thirteen generals in the Black Street Brotherhood, "Thunder Axe" Oschu looked at the sky and frowned slightly.

"Half an hour has passed since the scheduled time," Oschu said dissatisfiedly: "They didn't show up either the old ghost or the arrogant kid."

Several fraternity members with him also spoke out impatiently and agreed with him.

"Hmph, maybe they are used to working with the blood bottle gang," one of them shook his head disdainfully: "They probably look down on inferior people like us."

At the front of the team, a middle-aged man with scars on his face turned his head, his eyes sharp and scary.

As he turned around, everyone fell silent.

"Wait a minute, this is one of the secret roads that Prince Horace opened up in the Big Needle Grove in order to sneak around Exeter in order to bypass the back." The arms smuggling giant of the Brotherhood, "Iron Heart" Mountain Dala Roda said coldly: "Now it is the extreme cold of the Northland again, and the vision is not good. They may not find this way."

Thanks to the tense relationship between Xingchen and Exeter, otherwise, it would not be easy to find such an opportunity.

Auschu sighed and looked behind him.

There are a dozen children bound by thick ropes, shivering in one place.

Auschu frowned: He saw one of the cowering children had a broken hand, and the other more delicate girl had scars on her face.

These goods...

Auschu walked to Rhoda's side, glanced at the others, and moved them away.

"Rely on these disabled goods from the beggars," Thunder Axe turned around and looked at his boss with dissatisfaction: "They can see it too?"

"It's better to let Morris the fat guy..."

Rhoda bends the corners of his mouth slightly, making the scar on his face even more hideous.

"This is only the first negotiation. These goods are our sincere cooperation. They have no shortage of weapons or channels. What they lack is manpower," Rhoda said flatly: "Moreover, Morris would not agree."

Auschu showed a puzzled expression.

He looked at the group of children, and the older boy in it made him look very displeased: his eyes were rather disrespectful.

"Do we have to hide from the others in the meeting and cooperate with them?"

As a rising star that Roda is more optimistic about, Oschuh has a lot of say. This young man tentatively questioned: "Including...he?"

Rhoda glanced at him thoughtfully.

"Don't get me wrong, I still admire the black sword."

"Without him, there would be no us today," the murderous arms boss slowly said: "But their thinking is too old, whether it is Lanser or Morris, they are still getting bigger and bigger. The brotherhood that has penetrated into the corner of the city is operated as a mercenary group."

More than that.

Roda silently said: They are still alive in the past.

Trying to call upon the blood of the year.

But we cannot live in the past.

You have to look farther.

To deal with the storm that will come sooner or later.

"But the times are changing," Roda said slowly: "When the nobles who depend on the manor to eat have to go to the city to make a living, when the wealthy merchants with copper plates can also become the nobles of the kingdom, we It’s also time for the Brotherhood to change."

"We can't stop at being as simple as gangsters, nor can we be reduced to servants of the nobles like the Blood Bottle Gang."

Auschu's expression stopped for a second.

"But," he said somewhat unconfidently: "We are just..."

Rhoda raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes frightening.

Let Oschu have a slight pause.

"We are countless broken-down merchants, countless desperate craftsmen, countless landless farmers, countless desperadoes forced by life, countless humble people in cities, we are with those noble and decent people. The opposite of incompatibility is a dark undercurrent composed of countless inferior people who have neither power nor power."

Rhoda pulled out a scary smile: "But since decent civilian merchants and vulgar country nobles can form a group, they can occupy a place in the national council, and use the king's majesty to fight against the great nobles."

"Then why do we have to hide in the gutter and fight for the leftovers left by the big men?"

"We have to take a longer view."

"So you have to prepare in advance even if you want to hide it from others."

"Only when the opportunity to change destiny comes, we can seize the opportunity."

An opportunity to change your destiny?

Auschu lowered his head, suppressing the puzzlement in his heart: "But why are they?"

"The traitors who were swept out? Still unclear with our mortal enemy?"

Rhoda stared.

"They are not as simple as being unclear," Roda said lightly: "A hundred years ago, if there were no Sword of Disaster, there would be no blood bottle help."

Our old opponent...

It's not just a gangster.

He slowly raised his right hand and rubbed the iron glove on it.

Auschu has doubts on his face.

"Before the Scarlet Year, I used to be the messenger of Prince Horace, and learned a lot of disturbing things," Roda said solemnly: "You think, as a group of traitors,'disaster Sword' why is it called this name?"

Oschu was taken aback for a moment: "In the name of the calamity that once destroyed the world? I have watched the drama of the Temple of Dark Night, maybe this sounds more scary?"

Rhoda chuckled coldly.

"If," Roda let out a breath, looked at his student with a deep look: "If the name is not just to scare people..."

"Does it have a deep meaning?"

Auschu was stunned at once~IndoMTL.com~ After a few quarters of an hour, the **** on the opposite side was still empty.

The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger.

Rhoda's face is getting more and more ugly.

"Let's go," Finally, the arms boss exhaled a breath of anger, "It seems that they will not come."

Auschu looked unhappy: "Then what about our cooperation?"

Rhoda sneered: "It's okay."

After all, more than their family...

Hold the key to overturn the world.

He turned around and walked into the dense needle forest.

Auschu snorted and asked the brothers to pull the freezing children back to the warehouse.