Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 11: The first magic test
What is it like to despair?
Rolf felt that he knew the answer to this question.
The throat section was crushed and torn by the bartender of the brotherhood (he still doesn't know Yala's name), as if it was just five minutes ago.
After that, he seemed to be suffering that kind of pain every moment.
Blood poured from the throat into the lungs.
The severe pain passes from the throat to the brain.
Even the airway is blocked.
cannot speak.
can't breathe.
can’t move.
He was like a badly wounded and dying wild dog, and was randomly discarded on Red Square Street.
Whether he died of pain, suffocation, or choking, he died soon.
Only the experience of wandering in the Conmax League in his childhood and the desire to survive forced him to survive.
He, the person who controls the wind, uses his abilities again and again, like squeezing a sponge, taking the air full of dust, blood and filth, bite after bite from the cracked throat , Press into his lungs.
squeezed the exhaled breath from another wound on the neck.
huh.
suck.
huh.
suck.
Every "breath" is accompanied by inhuman pain, like torment back and forth between the prison river and the world.
Using powers to survive, he is probably the first person-Rolf thought sadly.
Rolf feels like a wild dog picking up garbage in the gutter to survive.
The female bartender is gone.
The green skin is gone.
A few teams of thugs passed by his dying body.
A spy turned him over and tested his nose and mouth.
A terrifying explosion reached his ears.
Rolf ignored it.
He just instinctively, bite after bite, "breathing" with abilities in severe pain.
until dawn.
Until Numeno, who retreated in a panic, carried his "corpse".
Numeno, born in the country hunter, the recognized coward in the Twelve Xeons-Rolf has never looked down on him, laughed at him, humiliated, bullied him, and is an amateur entertainment for the ghost of the wind.
The ironiest thing is that it was this coward whom he had spurned on. At the last moment, he "collected his body" for himself.
Rolf was awakened by the severe pain in his legs.
With his hands tied tightly, he opened his eyes in the morgue in the police hall.
Then I saw Nekra.
The head of the eight cadres of the Blood Bottle Help (he didn’t know that he had lost five in Red Square Street), "Red Viper" Nekra.
But Nekra just stared at him with complicated expressions, and shook his head in disgust.
"You are one of the few people who survived the blood bottle." Red Viper said quietly.
Rolf struggled, trying to make a sound, enduring the sharp pain in his throat, but he could only make a meaningless "Hoho" sound.
The knee pain is coming!
below the knee, without conscious.
"Look at you, Rolf, the strongest of the Twelve Xeons, the only super master."
"The excellent, arrogant, arrogant, and promising—the ghost of the wind, Rolf."
"I was proudly and proudly recommended by Master Catherine to the Magician of Qi, a young man with boundless scenery."
Red Viper patted his face lightly, one after another, his eyes were still complicated and disgusting, ironically:
"Now I am lying here like a corpse, unable to speak, breathe, move, or eat."
"Why are you still alive?"
Red Viper's eyebrows are twisted, his face becomes ugly and crazy.
"Why did you survive, not Kers, Song, Spin, or Dorno? Why did it happen to you, but it was Kathleen's people who survived, not mine?"
Rolf opened his eyes and struggled with anger and pain, but the double pain and disability prevented him from moving.
Red Viper suppressed his anger, then laughed loudly, very happy, very happy, and very sick.
"The Blood Bottle Gang has suffered heavy losses, and my power has also been damaged a lot," he said softly, "If the personnel are all available, maybe Catherine can step on me for this reason. I'm not sure."
Dan Nekra's expression became sullen.
"But, how can you help a dying ghost who can't speak, has no legs, and is seriously injured?"
"So," Nekra said as he stretched out his hand, squeezed Rolf's knee with a twisted face, and was forcibly burned by the flame to stop the bleeding wound!
"You might as well have died in battle and disappeared!"
"Woo-" Rolf closed his eyes in the severe pain, struggling with his body that was unable to move due to the serious injury, not to break free, but to relieve a bit of the sharp knee pain.
The wind power he relied on for "breathing" was almost interrupted!
"I'm in a bad mood today. I cleaned up and bumped into walls everywhere," Nekra sighed and continued: "But I have solved you and cut out a genius that Catherine is optimistic about. I think it's still very happy. "
Looking at the resentment, pain and rage in Rolf’s eyes, Nekra showed apology and helplessness, and smiled:
"There is no way, ‘they’ specified a super master, and emphasized that the wrist should be left for blood collection. Otherwise, what I want to cut off is your hand instead of your leg."
He finally patted Rolf's face and whispered in his ear: "I wish you and the vampires, get along well."
Nekra's footsteps went away, and two blood bottle gang thugs walked up. One of them picked up a three-inch-long copper needle with a tube, and the other grabbed Rolf's weak wrist.
At that moment, Rolf felt desperate deeply.
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Thales looked at Rolf in a daze.
He had the urge to ask him, what happened to Yala and the result of their battle? Did Jala escape? Why did Rolf become like this? Isn't he from the Blood Bottle Gang?
But Thales hesitated.
because he saw Rolf at this moment.
saw this legless man whose eyes were dilated, he could only express his emotions with meaningless shouts, his eyes mixed with despair, pain, regret, and sorrow.
He still remembers Rolf last night.
frivolous, confident, arrogant, and outstanding.
came and went freely in the endless wind, leaving a signature laugh.
and now?
"Woo-oo-" Rolf closed his eyes again, groaning in pain.
The ghost who used to be casual, poisonous, and unscrupulous, is no longer.
His lips were black and dry, and he was obviously dehydrated, but Thales could not find water, and he was not sure whether he could still swallow in Rolf's condition.
Thales doesn’t even know how he breathes.
The traverser just sat on the side in a daze, watching Rolf, who was struggling and suffering.
In the second year of his journey, a female beggar was interrupted by Quaid's legs, and the poor girl wailed all night before she died.
Thales was still ignorant at the time, and only recovered a few memories. He was horrified and horrified by the terrible reality, so he could only hide in a hole in the wall and shiver.
So, in his sleep, dimly, he listened to the girl wailing all night.
and now, it seems.
Later, he didn't think about why he didn't have more courage to end the pain for that girl.
Thales looked at Rolf’s impersonal appearance, with a heavy heart.
No matter how serious the guilt is committed, no one should be tortured like this—he said to himself.
After all, the traverser sighed, climbed to Rolf’s side, and said softly:
"Rolf."
"Midilla Rolf."
Although his mind has gradually diminished, at that moment, Rolf's pupils in his eyes still instinctively focused.
Who is ?
Who will remember me?
Such a dead person?
Thales gently drew JC's dagger and slowly pressed it to Rolf's neck.
"I know you are in pain now, enduring torture and suffering that ordinary people can't imagine."
"And I can end your life and help you get rid of all this."
Rolf's breathing through his throat and abilities suddenly became disordered.
torture.
torment.
relief?
"But I have to ask you seriously and carefully, Midira Rolf, would you let me relieve your pain?"
"If you like, blink your eyelids."
"If you don't want to--"
"I only ask this once."
Thales looked heavy, waiting for Rolf's response.
In the dimness, Rolf stared at the boy's fuzzy outline.
relief.
Rolf felt the sharp pain from his throat to his knees. Every time he "breathed", he opened the wound in his throat, and every time he struggled, he would affect the fracture of his knee.
He is thirsty, hungry, cold, painful, and the most terrifying thing is despair.
He remembered the feeling of the wind blowing around him, the first time he killed someone with an ability, the first time he entered a gang, the first time he received a reward from the upper hand, and the first time he became a man on that thin girl. On the first pilgrimage, I also saw the magician of Qi.
He remembered the fearful gaze of the enemy, the obedient gaze of his companion, the expression of appreciation of "her", and the complacency and satisfaction that the corners of his mouth turned upward when he heard the whispers about "Twelve Strongest".
That is the scenery that used to be.
And he has, forever lost all of this.
isn't it?
In the next instant, Rolf's eyes were firm, and he tried his best to drive the drastically reduced power, and took a breath for the half-disabled body.
Then, the ghost of the wind trembling, exhausted all his strength, fighting the pain of rubbing the locks on both sides, trying his best to lift his head and watch Thales earnestly.
He was about to blink.
A blink is enough.
Click!
Then Thales saw that Rolf's upper and lower eyelids quivered, trembling, and slowly closed toward the middle.
Thales sighed in his heart, and slowly squeezed the dagger in his hand.
But Rolf's eyelids, but only trembling, stopped at the midline of his eyes.
missed the last thread, did not close.
a long time.
a long time.
The ghost who used to follow the wind flashed before his eyes a familiar or unfamiliar scene, barren fields, and dirty mud roads, wild dogs and flies.
It was when he was a child, struggling to survive in the countryside of the Conmax League.
That time, he and a group of wild dogs grabbed a piece of brown bread that was almost eaten by a pile of flies.
Those wild dogs are really fierce--in the dungeon, Rolf thought quietly.
They roared deafeningly, bite at all costs, crazy strength, but-Rolf subconsciously licked his upper teeth.
That bread tastes terrible.
In Thales’ eyes, Rolf’s face trembled and twisted.
His eyelids slowly relaxed, opened, returning to their previous angle.
"咚!"
In the two clamps, Rolf finally put his head up, and then collapsed in a frustrated manner, hitting the back of his head on the ground.
He did not blink his eyelids after all.
Thales exhaled silently, slowly lowering the dagger in his hand.
But Rolf's pain in the back of his head and scratches on his cheeks were all unaware.
I saw his distorted face, which began to shake slightly along with his head.
"Woo-woo -"
This is not a moan.
Thales couldn't help being taken aback.
He saw Rolf closing his eyes in pain, his face trembling, and letting the transparent liquid slip from his eyes.
"Woo-"
The voice is very depressing and sad.
He is crying.
The Ghost of the Wind, this once powerful and beautiful superpower, man, warrior.
was weeping.
I don't know if it is because of my weakness or the pain of the moment.
is like an ordinary person, a normal person, or even a weak citizen.
overwhelmed.
weeping.
Thales can only stare blankly.
Looking at this man who couldn't speak and breathe normally, after giving up the chance of liberation, he fell to the ground and cried hard.
Thales looked away sadly, but the dagger in his hand became tighter.
Ensola, Ned, Kelett.
Those beggars who died in the sixth room without a surname appeared in front of him one by one.
He thought about his situation, and thought about Gilbert and Yordle.
The traverser folded his eyebrows and looked down at his hand again. The newly cut wound on it was just as hot and scorching as his body, which seemed familiar.
At that moment, something seemed to fall in his heart.
Thales was close to Rolf's ear for the second time.
"I understand."
he said softly.
Rolf is still crying unbearably.
"So, are you willing to break free of this shackle?"
Rolf’s crying paused, not stopping, but gradually diminishing.
The little girl with a broken leg wailing appeared in front of Thales, and almost every child who died in the abandoned house in the past four years appeared.
Screams and wailing came from outside the cell again.
This **** world.
The traverser didn't know what was in the dungeon, but he looked at Rolf's gaze, which became simpler and clearer.
Then, the traverser looked at the ghost of the wind who could no longer follow the wind, and continued firmly:
"Get rid of the shackles, and then, with this broken body, struggle in this world again and live on."
"Look how cruel it can be."
"Are you willing?"
Rolf stopped crying.
His head can't move, he can only turn his eyes and stare at the boy next to him blankly.
only listen to this boy, every word is authentic:
"This may not be freedom."
"Maybe the price is high, you might even die right away."
"And me, just for myself."
Thales lowered his head and said slowly:
"But I can try and give you a chance to get out of this shackle and struggle again."
"Are you willing?"
Rolf's eyes, staring at the boy's eyes firmly.
Although there were still tears in his eyes, he suddenly wanted to laugh at the moment.
He seemed to feel the pain in his throat and knees, gradually numb.
Those wild dogs.
The wild dogs who robbed him of bread.
The end of those wild dogs-Rolf encouraged to "breathe", unexpectedly some inexplicable happiness came out of his heart-their end:
is really miserable.
Rolf, lying on the ground, raised his eyes trembling again, and looked at Thales steadily.
The next moment, the ghost of the wind slowly, but clearly.
blinked.
Everyone blinks countless times in their lives.
is unremarkable.
But just now, Rolf may have blinked, the most important eye in his life.
Rolf slowly lowered his head.
Thales smiled and dispelled a lot of the haze from the bottom of my heart. The traveler nodded briskly:
"Okay, I understand."
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"I thought it was His Royal Highness who woke up early."
"But it doesn't look like this now."
Chris frowned in a dimly lit room on the third floor of Myrtle Manor.
On his front is a brown-black stone coffin that is connected to countless blood vessels with complicated patterns and huge volume. It is one person high, three meters wide, and six meters long.
At this moment, in the giant coffin, there are constant vibrations.
"I tried to connect with His Highness's consciousness, the feedback is still chaos, only the instincts of hunger, thirst and killing-no matter how to comfort and communicate, it is the same!" Chris put down a blood vessel in his hand, his face growing The heavier.
"If this goes on, His Royal Highness will only use up the remaining energy and blood!"
Lorana's face was horrified, and the red-haired blood race said nervously: "There must be something irritating Your Highness, but we obviously didn't do anything!"
Chris's eyes shone brightly, without the dead silence and dryness before, the old man resolutely said: "It's not us!"
"His Royal Highness only had this reaction five minutes ago. At that time—"
Seeing Chris' face changed, he suddenly turned his head when he remembered something, and said loudly to the dignified Eastron behind him:
"That cub!"
"The smell of his blood, we can smell it two floors apart, and it's even more important with His Highness's sense of smell--what about that cub?"
Eastron, who was unconscious, looked at Chris, who looked excited, and replied subconsciously:
"He just seemed to accidentally cut himself, then pulled out the semi-remnant super-grade blood vessel, and said some strange things, I didn't listen carefully, and then he--"
The expressionless Chris didn’t listen to Eastron’s explanation anymore—the suspicious giant coffin was still shaking and muffled—the old man directly interrupted Eastron’s words roughly:
"Pick up that cub—no, Isa, you stay here and let Lorana go."
Looking at the giant coffin which vibrates more and more frequently, an unusual spark flashes in Chris' eyes: "What your Royal Highness desires is his blood."
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"This plan is very risky," Thales calmly stated to Rolf on the ground. He seemed to have returned to the sixth room and tried his best to protect those innocent, innocent, and innocent. , But beggars who were born to suffer in the prison river.
"But sitting here and waiting for a miracle, and it’s obviously more unwise to get caught."
Rolf just silently looked at the boy whose eyes were obviously different from ordinary people, and took a breath of air with great effort.
His serious look-Rolf smiled in his heart: Not worse than the big sister.
The ghost of the wind did not realize that he had been relieved a lot after the choice between life and death.
Thales continued to explain calmly, as if it was not himself speaking:
"I don't know how much power you have left, but I don't expect much, and the strength of the old man—"
"So, reckless adventure and passive waiting are not suitable for the current situation. The best and best time for us is to wait until my reinforcements arrive, the moment they break in—"
"You can't wait for reinforcements, short-born bastard."
A cold female voice interrupted Thales.
Rolf's face instantly tightened.
Thales was taken aback, and in disbelief, he turned his head and looked at the location of the prison door.
Beyond the fence, Lorana Corleone in a playful riding outfit uses a slender and feminine right index finger to scratch her lips seductively, while using her left hand that has turned into a terrifying claw, she slams it away. The lock of the door!
"Eastron said, no matter what you do, we can hear you."
"The little gentleman who teased Eastron," Lorana chuckled lightly, swaying her attractive thin waist, step by step, from the opened prison door, elegant and sexual. Entered the cell with emotion: "It's a pity, maybe if you grow up a few years, even others will be confused by you."
"But now, you are going to become your Royal Highness's mellow and rich rechargeable drink-maybe lovely Lorana, can you still taste it?"
Looking at Lorana who suddenly appeared at any time, Thales understood that she could subdue him at any time.
The traveler sighed deeply, sincerely, but regretfully.
"Rolf," he said lightly, without a trace of panic in his voice: "I need ten seconds."
ten seconds?
Lorana suddenly felt uneasy.
She thought of Eastron who was fooled.
What hole cards does he have? That half-cuffed, super short-born species trapped in the nightwing stone lock?
But Lorana, who has a lot of eyes, doesn't want to take risks, and her expression becomes sharp and decisive.
Mysterious kid.
Her attractive figure flashed in front of Thales instantly!
Wait until your Royal Highness **** you into a corpse, you can still--
But at this moment, a strange gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the small cell!
"Huh!"
The flames flickered violently, and a few times faded!
The gust of wind pushed Lorana back three steps, and she was shocked to grab the fence beside her, and stopped stubbornly.
This is—a power?
Impossible, this child cannot be a supernatural person.
That is—Lorana looked at Thales strenuously, the super master who was locked on the ground by the Nightwing Stone—it was him!
looks like this, but still has some strength.
It’s useless, Lorana breathed a sigh of relief, and thought happily, being locked in this way and seriously injured, how long can it last even if it’s your ability?
is the tricky cub... I will fight Chris's reprimand later, I also want to taste it first
will definitely impress you! Lorana thought fiercely.
"Then, let's start."
Thales looked at Lorana, who was hindered by the wind, and turned the dagger peacefully.
十.
In Rolf's puzzled eyes, he used the intact right hand to hold the tip of the blade.
Nine.
"Good luck to each other," he said.
八.
My, the first magic test.
Seven.
start.
Six.
Thales stared at the black stone shackles on Rolf.
Rolf flushed and stared at Lorana, the wind continued.
Lorana clutched the fence on her side with a cold face, her left hand began to deform, turning into a scarlet scary claw.
Five.
I'm going to break his shackles-Thales thought silently.
Rescue this man who has nothing.
四.
If it's as I expected--the traverser remembers pictures of life and death in his mind:
Quide's hand strangled his neck.
Ashida's hand, gently clenched.
There is also the blood in the distant memory, and the unnamed, gentle second illness.
三.
Thales closed his eyes and slammed his right hand.
Lorana felt something, she turned her head in surprise and found that the fence she was holding on her hand was shaking!
What's the matter? The female blood thought panicked.
The half-handicapped guy--is it multiple abilities?
二.
"哧——"
The fence was shattered into countless pieces with Lorana's hand!
, based on an unstable footing, Lorana clutched the broken part of her arm, screaming, and the strong wind formed by the power instantly blew out of the dungeon.
一.
Lorana’s sharp and crazy growl came from her ear.
is hot.
zero.
光--Thyls thought, confused.
a lot of light.
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In the room with the giant coffin on the third floor, Chris suddenly looked strange.
"What is Lorana doing?" He said coldly, looking at the muffled giant coffin.
"Maybe I want to try my mouth first," Eastron replied cautiously. He felt the adult's nervousness and continued: "The food at her opponent has always been—no! They are—"
Eastron’s words were interrupted by the outside world as the two of them looked shocked.
"Boom!"
just listen to the underground direction, and there is a loud noise like a burst!
In the direction outside the door, a piece of dust came in suddenly.
The expressions of the two blood races, one old and one young, changed at once, and they exchanged glances.
Something went wrong in the dungeon.
The next moment, their figure appeared outside the manor!
Eastron opened his mouth wide in horror at the moment he saw the foreground.
I saw it, under the moonlight.
The super short breed with tattoos on his face and no legs~IndoMTL.com~ The ghost of the wind, Midira Rolf.
has got rid of all restraints.
He is holding the short-born boy tightly, and his face is determined by the strong wind--
flying in the air.
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Not far away, on the horse, Gilbert, who was riding fast with 30 Terminator Swordsmen, changed his expression!
"Bloodline Light." In the galloping wind, he whispered to the court lady beside him.
Ji Ni, who was bumping right away, saw the lamp in Gilbert's arms solemnly.
The flame of the lamp turns red.
leans to one side.
"That direction—" Gilbert recalled, with a solemn expression:
"It is the creeper manor of Kevin Deere's family!"
The court lady roared, and a whip struck the mount.
"Who cares about him!"
"Even if the Walton family of Exeter is in front--"
"——Go in too!"
Gilber nodded, his face resolute and sharp:
"Everyone will follow me!"
"Don't worry about horsepower!"
"Speed up!"
"Ready to fight!"
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