Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 120: Good name at the end of the volume
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East China, an unknown seaside fishing village. m mobile network
In winter, the mid-sky is hoisting. Amidst the hissing of a handful of seagulls, a group of fishermen who have been tanned by going out to sea all year round returned on a special sailboat for offshore fishing and docked at a simple seaside dock.
They came ashore with the poor catch, sighing each other for another sad winter.
Similarly rely on the sea for food, but not far from the town or even dozens of miles away, those who have the qualifications and capital to use the ocean-going galleon to catch rare fish species, and even the nobles who participate in the whale hunting business, or Compared with the bureaucrats who manage the salt drying plant and the mining of copper under the sea, their winter is sad.
In winter and spring, even most species of seagulls have to fly to the warm sea to spend the winter, and the offshore catch is too small, and it is simply not enough to sustain fishermen’s families.
Therefore, after returning from fishing, many men continue to set out to seek life elsewhere-collect conch and shells on the shallow beach, go to the salt farm to help, work hard at the whale oil terminal in the town, and even go home Pickling dried fish and so on-to support the family, while the woman stays at home with the child, relying on mending and sewing, hard to subsidize a little.
A man wearing a hat, sitting on a broken chair by the pier, flexibly and skillfully wringing a fishing net on his hands with thick rope and linen, while greeted affectionately with the passing fishermen.
"Thank you, and wish you a smooth day," a calm and unadorned female voice came from under the hat, and it was quite old, but it was inexplicably reassuring: "Yes, I have to take this before spring A few fishing nets are made up-Andre they are waiting to use it."
She skillfully pulls the tentacles with the fishermen:
"Yes, we can bring it to the market to sell... Oh, repair the net here? This, you know-I like to bask in the sun."
After the fishermen left, the woman with the hat lowered her head again and lifted some of the hanging linen sleeves upwards, revealing brown skin that I didn’t know if it was sun or natural, and concentrated on mending her under the sun. Fishing net between knees.
Until the woman in the hat raised her head consciously and glanced at the beach.
A wave hits, breaking into white waves on the hardwood dock.
But she just raised her head and glanced at the sea level, then bowed her head comfortably, and continued to mend the fishing nets on her hands.
However, her simple and steady voice came from under the hat once again, resounding on the empty dock.
"I don't remember asking you to come."
If someone else is there, you might think that the woman in the hat is talking to herself.
But what happened next broke this inference.
In the empty space, there was a strangely dry voice: "To be precise, I didn't come—just my voice came."
"Just treat me as if I sent a letter crow."
The woman in the hat did not lift her head, and focused on tightening a network cable.
"The white letter crows domesticated by the Trade Federation scream very well." Her tone is steady and indifferent, without ups and downs, but with a quiet force of her own: "Bright and crisp, not this pair of water shortages. Drake voice."
She skillfully changed the fishing net in her hand and continued to repair it.
"Gentle sarcasm," the dry voice came again, seeming to get used to the scene: "You are still the same."
"Go straight to the subject," the woman in the hat said indifferently: "I will go to the net in a while."
The surrounding area was quiet for a while.
For a time, there was only the sound of waves and seagulls on the dock.
Until the dry voice sounded hollowly again: "The guy who knocked on the door just now, you sensed it too...a new magician is born."
The woman in the hat snorted and tried a woven fishing net.
The voice in the void is very ethereal: "We need to find him--"
"No," the woman in the hat was not interested, and bluntly sealed his words: "I don't know and don't care."
"A newcomer!"
The dry voice does not have the slightest ripples and ups and downs, it sounds particularly dull and boring: "You know what this means..."
"The twin emperors won't let him--or her," the dry voice seemed to say that he didn't care about something: "An unknown magician is too threatening to them, and he doesn't After experiencing the battle of the end, the two emperors can completely put him under his command and become his own."
"Go to L or Giza," the woman wearing a hat put down the fishing net in her hand, reached for another fishing net, and began to pull the string, "Even if it is Eshida and Solovsky, or even Sura , They will all be interested."
"This is what I want," the voice in the sky rang hollowly, "A new-born magician, the companion he will face, either the twin emperors or these people-you would like to see that happen Right?"
The woman ignored him, just stared at the network cable in her hand.
The voice in the void continued:
"L or Giza-b's people will only pull him into their ridiculous mad dog circus and repeat the tragedy more than six hundred years ago."
"Moderates are not a good thing. Based on what I know about Asida and Solovsky, they have been dormant since the Second Civil War. It is definitely not because they love peace..."
The woman raised her head and looked into the void. Her voice became cold for the first time: "So you came to me?"
Silence.
"You are different, Flelan."
"Everyone, you are also a member of the moderate," the uninvited guest in the void said lightly after a while, "but I know you are different."
The woman in the hat named Flelan has no words.
"Twelve years ago, the unprecedented cooperation between radicals and moderates was the result of you."
The uninvited guest's voice echoed on the dock: "You have seen something higher, farther, and more meaningful."
"Rather than just rebelling against the twin emperors, or reappearing the so-called glory of the magician-you know, that is not the meaning of our existence."
"We can't cut our own past, and the magician is not a higher life," the person in the void said plainly:
"Compared to the anger and unwillingness of other people, you are willing to make a net quietly in this unknown fishing village."
"I think you should be able to understand me."
However, the woman in the hat just shook her head slowly: "Then you should also go to Jilai, he is with you-at least, you have fought together."
The hollow voice paused again.
"Don't tie me to that pervert," for the first time, the visitor in the void was slightly emotional: "It is not your friend who is fighting by your side."
The woman wearing a hat curled up her mouth slightly.
"You have so many, what's the use?"
She lowered her hat to block the higher and higher sun: "We all know that becoming a magician is a complicated process from'thing' to'pure'."
The voice in the void said nothing.
The woman in the hat continued to use her steady voice to say: "He—the newcomer must have a guide. I don’t know how long it took to find such a person in the six hundred years since magic disappeared. He prepared all the conditions, raised all the resources, and finally helped him become a magician, just like the Macintosh is to you."
The woman sighed: "No matter which faction he is-I'm afraid he already belongs to him."
She changed one hand-held net and shook the other hand, seemingly tired.
But the woman's words were quickly refuted.
"No."
"I met him when he knocked on the door."
The dry voice seemed a little shaky: "At that time, he was flustered and panic. He seemed completely unprepared to knock on the door and underestimated the threat to the twin emperors. Which guide would make such a mistake?"
The woman paused slightly, she slowly raised her head: "The Queen of Magic..."
"He can't be a student of the twin emperors—you can see them both knocking on the door instantly, fighting in a desperate manner," the stranger in the void seems to know what the woman wants to ask, just listen He continued: "Since b and Errol returned to silence in the capital of triumph, how many years have they not been so gaffe and embarrassed?"
The woman wearing the hat was silent for a long time.
"I see," a few minutes later, she said indifferently: "Are you suspecting that the newcomer may not have a guide at all?"
"After all, there are still places left with the fragments of the three magic towers—can help him become a magician, right?"
To her speculation, the visitors in the void gave a positive response:
"Of course."
"Until the top of the Three Towers, before the united empire and the church intervene..."
"At that time, there were 36 speeches by'Genius Gemini' in the Zodiac. As a collection of speeches, "Introduction to Magical Energy" I don't know how many times it has been republished, not counting those that cannot be counted. Manuscripts and notes."
"Even disasters like the Purification Project cannot destroy them all."
"The newcomer, he is likely to be a lone wolf, just like Jilai."
"I believe that the radicals, the moderates, the bloodthorns, the black orchids, and even the spurs are all ready to move now-especially people like l, even if the whole world is overturned, he must be found."
"Once they behave abnormally, soon the sunset, the sun, the bright moon, the dark night, and even the world and the seven kings of **** will find that something is wrong."
"If they never find him, or one of them finds him, that's fine..."
"But if there are two or more parties, they are found at the same time..."
The woman wearing a hat looks at the line where the sea and the sky turn, and gently grasps the fishing net in her hand.
"I need your help, Flelan, I need you to lock his position," Void Lai Ke said seriously: "If you are really as I thought, you don't want to see the world get worse. "
The sound of waves and gulls alternated.
The woman wearing the hat was silent for a long time.
Finally, the woman sighed and said lightly: "I can't find him."
"What do you mean?" The dry voice said suspiciously: "With your ability, anyone will be locked at the moment they knock, right."
The woman nodded slowly: "Yes, I felt it when he knocked the door, he was in the night."
The voice from the void is slightly cheerful:
"This is good news. Suye has three weapons, but they are all concentrated in the Qilin Holy Capital... The bad news is that they are also very close to the blood thorns..."
But at this moment, the woman gave a second place name:
"And the end of the sea."
The dry voice seemed a little overwhelming. He paused for a while and asked:
"What?"
"When he knocked on the door, he was also ending the sea." The woman explained smoothly.
"How is it possible?" The visitors in the void couldn't believe it: "From the night to the end of the sea..."
However, the woman in the hat did not pay attention to him, but lowered her head to consider herself authentic:
"The Great Desert."
"Deep Dusk Forest."
Under the background of the sea and the sky, she continued to speak while mending the fishing nets on the pier, one by one, the place names popped out of her mouth: "There are also Quegur Glacier, Crow Crow City, Stars Zedi, Beili Grassland, Prancing Horse Plain, Soul Castle, Devil Sea, Longxiao City..."
The woman wearing the hat trembles slightly and inadvertently weaves a knot in the net.
Her words revealed a steady and serious meaning:
"I feel more than these places!"
"The moment he knocked on the door, it was like standing in every corner of the world and then entering his original state."
"So, I can't find him."
She stretched out her hand and helped her hat: "I'm afraid the twin emperors are the same."
Again, no sound came from the void.
The woman looked at her fishing net again: "We can't lock his position."
"But, after all, he is an already formed magician."
"He may not have a guide, and he lacks understanding of his own power," the woman said indifferently: "From strangeness to transmission-pay attention to the unusual news from all over the place. He who lacks experience will one day be exposed. "
"So," came the dry voice: "Can we only rely on these to find him?"
The woman wearing the hat has no words.
A big wave hits, and the wave splashes on her linen dress.
"Well, one last question."
The voice in the void seemed a little frustrated, only to hear him tentatively asking: "Torros-how did he react to this news?"
The woman with the hat gave a slight pause in her hand.
A seagull flies over a wave, but it can only continue to fly back to its nest.
"How do I know."
The woman slowly.
"But he is your guide after all," Void Visitor continued: "It's like Macintosh is my guide."
"Then you should be as clear as I am, Sagar," the woman wearing Douli said slowly, with a scorn in her words:
"From the Second Civil War..."
"When did he take care of our affairs?"
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What should a dragon look like?
Thyls looked up in a daze, looking at the huge figure tens of hundreds of meters in the cyan flame.
The dark red scales that reflect the fire light, layer upon layer covering it, and a pair of wide dragon wings are elegantly tucked behind the giant claws, making it look like a graceful, luxurious dress Noble lady with cape bib.
It also has its special but smooth facial curve, plus the slender neck that the opponent does not need to deliberately, and the black double horns that extend back regularly on the head, adding to the mystery of this dragon. An amazing beauty.
If you ignore the hideous and terrifying spikes on it.
At that moment, Thales suddenly realized something: Are the black monsters in Giza imitating the shape of a dragon?
The dark red dragon's gaze was staring at the hyper-headed snake hissing on the ground in pain, but his body remained motionless, as if he didn't care.
Kilika’s last tentacles, while burning with blue flames, stretched out towards it trembling.
The dark-red dragon twisted his neck, his eyes revealed an emotion that Thales could recognize: disdain.
Kilika's tentacles burned out in the middle of the journey, weakly turning into ashes and falling.
As the flesh and blood were burned out, Qing Yan seemed to have its own consciousness, no longer continuing to burn, but slowly extinguishing.
Tyles held his breath and looked at everything before him tremblingly.
My God.
The dragon.
is there.
"Wow..."
The next moment, the dragon turned around without warning, and groaned overwhelmedly in the ruins of the shield area.
Thyls flinched back in shock.
The dragon fell to the ground with its claws, turning its body and neck, and its long and beautifully curved tail flicked to maintain its balance.
"Rumble..."
The roar of huge earth and rocks bears witness to the weight of this giant being.
Then, the dark red dragon slightly lowered its head and turned to the ground.
Turning to two insignificant figures.
Tyles is full of spirits!
No way?
How does it...
The dragon looked at two children.
Two children described as messy and embarrassed.
Tyles couldn't help trembling, leaning his neck desperately, looking at each other's eyes.
The pair of bright yellow and amber eyes remained motionless, locked him in the field of vision like magic.
The slick head was also shaking, clinging tightly to his arm.
Before arriving in the Northland, Thales envisioned all possible situations: kings, princes, nobles, soldiers, civilians... even magicians and blood, even so-called elves like Edda, thought about How to respond accordingly in various situations.
When he had never thought of the situation before him.
A giant dragon?
What a joke!
Thyls stared at the dragon as if with deep gaze, his scalp numb.
What do you mean?
Give me some reaction.
Just watching, what's the matter?
At this moment, with a trembling voice, faintly heard:
"Red Wing...Cang Yan..."
Slicker and trembling violently, pale face, blue lips, trembling and authentic:
"That's..."
"Your Majesty Krolessis!"
Thyls shuddered!
His mouth opened to its maximum, turning his head back in disbelief.
"Heaven..." Thales stammered: "Queen of the Sky?"
The slick head was shaking like a sieve, but with inexplicable excitement, he pulled him affirmatively: "Yes...Yes..."
"Exter's..."
"Your Majesty the First Queen!"
Thyls just felt dizzy.
He took a few deep breaths before turning his head back and raising it up.
He looked at the huge bright yellow eyes--the pure black pupils inside gave a huge sense of oppression.
Look at the legendary dragon that has been missing for more than 600 years.
Thyls couldn't help but shift his gaze a little bit, looking at the cliff in the distance and the statue of Nekaru above.
At that moment, Thales looked at the huge body of the dragon, and then at the cliff in the sky.
He felt that he seemed to know why she—the Queen of the Sky left Exeter and never returned:
If Sky Cliff is really the palace of the Sky Queen...
Thyls roared in his heart:
With her size, she can't live at all!
This gang of unscrupulous descendants of Nicaru-deliberately, right?
At this moment, the dragon exhaled roughly from its nose.
"Boom!"
The huge air current swept across the ground, squeezing Thales and Sliphead!
Thyls finally stabilized his figure.
I saw the dragon's head deflected slightly, but staring at them motionlessly.
At that moment, her eyes seemed a little playful, but also a little impatient.
Thyls couldn't help being surprised.
He thought of something and stabbed the slick head behind him.
"Hey," Thales looked at the dragon's increasingly unfriendly gaze, and whispered anxiously: "I remember if you ever..."
"Is there a special etiquette to meet the Queen of the Sky?"
The slippery head was taken aback, and then he took a breath.
"Yes, I just forgot," the girl was panicked, she didn't dare to look up at the dragon at all, only to hear her timidly: "The dragon hates rudeness and disrespect!"
Tyles knew it, and he yanked at the slippery sleeve.
"How?" He gritted his teeth and asked: "I think, now is the time!"
Slicked his head back to his senses and spoke quickly.
So, under the gaze of the dragon, the two children laughed funnyly and began to salute.
"First of all, I, we are going to kneel down on one knee..."
Slicky stammer and authentic, but as she talked more and more, her narration became more and more smooth.
They knelt on the ground.
"Kneel your right knee!" Slicked his head and sternly corrected: "Kneeling left knee was used when the newlywed husband and wife made an oath in the ancient Northland wedding!"
The second prince quickly changed his legs obediently, a bit clumsy and procrastinated.
"Then, like the ancient emperor and the knight's canonization ceremony, the right hand squeezed the fist against the chest," the words of the slippery head became smoother and smoother, seeming to forget the fear of the dragon: "The left hand should fall naturally."
Thyls didn't listen to the slippery words at all. He watched the other party's movements and quickly followed suit.
"Hold your head respectfully...at least three seconds..."
The dragon still watched them motionlessly, only the breath exhaling from the nostrils brought a breeze to remind them of their presence.
"Then, one by one, we will report our full names respectfully..."
Slick and trembling: "The Great Queen of the Sky, Your Majesty Kreixis..."
"I am..."
"I am..."
Thyls frowned: He noticed that the slippery head suddenly got stuck.
Sliding seems to be a little flustered, she said incoherently: "I am...that...that..."
Thyls's heart moved. He remembered an important thing, and quickly stabbed the girl with his elbow and whispered: "Selma!"
A slick head, a spirit, subconsciously said: "I am Selma..."
The slick head trembled slightly, as if not used to the name.
No.
Thyls said silently: She thought of something.
Sure enough, when she got her next name, she even started to cry.
"Selma Alex..." Only the slick voice began to change the tone.
Tears began to fall on her drooping face.
"Alex..."
She seemed to be thinking of something, and after speaking, she wanted to cry.
The dragon's eyelids tightened slightly.
The look in her slick eyes became a little sharp.
Thyls gritted his teeth.
He stretched out his hand and gently grasped the slick left wrist.
The slippery head trembled slightly.
She turned her head and glanced at Thales.
Tyles nodded slightly, then returned a firm, encouraging look.
She swallowed her throat, she seemed to have recovered a bit of courage, she posed again, and said with the words that were still trembling, but no longer stuck:
"This is Selma Alex...Suriel...Walton..."
"From Longxiao City..."
"Fortunately...I am fortunate to receive... the privilege to see you."
She finally finished her words. She gasped and panted, with a cold sweat on her head, as if she had just experienced a violent exercise.
Thyls breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, the second prince took a deep breath, lowered his head in a learned manner, and said calmly in the calmest and most respectful tone he could think of:
"The Great Queen of the Sky, Your Majesty Krolessis."
"I am Thiels Serangirana Kessel Star."
"From Yongxing City."
"I am honored to be honored to see you."
After speaking, Thales was also relieved.
"And then?" He lowered his head and stabbed the girl beside him again.
This time, the slippery answer is simple: "Wait."
So they knelt and waited quietly.
Don't dare to make a sound, don't dare to raise your head, or move.
I don’t know if a few minutes have passed.
Only the roar of the cold wind and the explosion of flames.
Finally, Thales couldn't hold back.
He raised his head slightly.
Slider turned pale when he saw his movements.
Thyls glanced over his head.
It's okay not to look at it. Upon seeing it, Thales was shocked!
Slickly looked at Thales, and couldn't help but start to look up.
Then she was also scared in place.
I saw a huge head with scales on top of their heads!
Fuck!
Thyls's breathing was beyond fast.
The Sky Queen has already bowed her head.
The nearest scale on its nose is less than a foot away from them.
The dragon turned his head, revealing the right eye, and the bright amber eyes were getting closer and closer to them.
As if to take a good look at them.
This action caused Thales to breathe for a while!
Tyles knelt on the ground in a daze.
At that moment, he almost forgot everything about the surrounding environment, only this dragon was in his eyes.
The slippery head shivered slightly, and there was no breath.
The figures and faces of the two are reflected in the eyes of the dragon.
They were two children who turned blue with fright. They were dumbfounded and kept their posture motionless-if you only looked at these two reflections, many people would think it would be funny.
Unfortunately, now they are the protagonists of these two reflections.
The two of them dared not take a breath.
Just stared at the dragon blankly.
Let her look at them.
After a while, the dragon retracted his head a little, and his eyes and pupils full of pressure left their eyes.
Tyles took a breath again.
Then, something unexpected happened to Thales.
Just listen to the slick head shaking suddenly, with a horrified "Ah", and shrink back!
Slicky looked around frantically.
Thyls quickly turned his eyes and stared at the dragon.
Did she do something?
Then the dragon remained motionless.
Slider finally calmed down, she stared at the dragon blankly.
Thyls was puzzled.
The next moment, I just listened to the slick and startled words continue to come: "Ah... yes... no... yes... yes... thank you... uh..."
Thyls watched Slickly talking to himself in a daze.
This girl...
Are you crazy?
The next second, Slicky shouted again:
"Ah!"
I saw her in a hurry, using a technique that was almost faster than slapping mosquitoes, and took off the glasses from her face!
Then she shivered, holding the tattered and old black-framed glasses in her hand respectfully, as if they were a rare treasure.
The girl was shaking like a sieve, almost crying: "I, I really don't know... I don't know if this is what you used... They just threw it to me... I was wrong... Sorry ...I really don't know..."
Tyles looked at her slippery head in disbelief, then at the pair of glasses in her hand, and then at the Queen of Sky.
They are...talking?
How did it do it?
At this time, the Sky Queen suddenly moved!
I saw her stretch her nose towards the slippery head.
Tyles was shocked!
What is she going to do?
The next moment, I saw the Queen of the Sky breathe out slightly from her nostrils!
"Huh!"
The huge air current blew the two of them so that they couldn't open their eyes, but they put their heads firmly in their arms.
After a while, the airflow stopped.
After confirming that it was safe, Thales raised his head with lingering fear.
He looked at the Queen of the Sky-he saw the ferocious jaw of the dragon, which was slightly curved.
It's like—Thyls didn't know why he had this idea—like she was smirking?
A sacred dragon, after Exeter's opening of the king, is actually...smirking?
Too serious, right?
But he quickly lost his time.
[Can stars? Your name is Chansung? 】
A majestic and shocking, heavy and deafening female voice sounded in his heart!
"Ah!" Thales screamed, falling backward in shock, and sat down on the ground.
He looked around with trepidation.
Nothing.
He didn't react until he saw the slippery face screaming hard at him.
Thyls sat on the ground, turning his head in disbelief—looking at the dragon.
The Sky Queen is staring at herself.
Still motionless.
Except...
【Don't be afraid, the dragon communicates with mortals as always. 】
Here again!
The kind of sound that seems to come from my ears, even from the bottom of my heart!
Yes, in my heart!
Tyles stared at the dragon blankly.
[Are you a descendant of Tormund? 】
Thyls still looked around in disbelief.
But he finally took a deep breath.
Tyles swallowed, looked directly at the dragon, and said with difficulty: "Yes...I am a descendant of the Stars family."
The scene is a bit weird.
It's like Thales was talking to himself to a dragon.
[You have a good name, it is not common on the genealogy of Canxing or the imperial family-who made it? 】
The dragon's amber eyes are still watching him.
It made him feel uneasy.
Tyles took a deep breath and blinked, unable to contain the tension in his heart.
"Thank you," he hesitated, trying to make his voice sound less trembling: "Tyles, this is, this is my... adoptive father's name."
Thyls suddenly noticed ~IndoMTL.com~ He couldn't recognize which language the other party had in his heart.
But he just understands.
[No. 】
[Mine is your second name. 】
The dragon continued to speak in his heart with magical language.
The face of the Queen of the Sky remained motionless.
Thyls was taken aback for a moment.
Until he understood the meaning of the dragon, his face changed drastically.
The second name?
That is...
[Se...lan...jie...la...na...]
A voice with a strange charm sounded in his heart!
The rhythm and rhythm are like...
It's like singing a poem.
It seems that there is an intoxicating secret hidden inside.
Tyles looked at the Sky Queen dumbly.
The dragon rolled his eyes and fixed his eyes on him.
Her Majesty's voice sounded again:
[A beautiful dragon name. 】
Tyles was shocked!
The next moment, the dragon suddenly spread its wings!
"Call—"
The wind is coming.
Tyles and Slick had to hug each other tightly to resist this gust of wind!
In the storm that seemed to blow out of thin air, the dragon raised its head and let out a deafening roar.
"Roar..."
Almost shattered Thales’ eardrums!
The next second, the dragon's body jumped out of thin air.
"Boom!"
A huge shock came, and the two of them fell to the ground again.
The wind continues to hit.
After ten seconds, the wind gradually began.
Tyles barely opened his eyes and looked to the sky amidst slippery sobs.
In the field of vision, the Queen of the Sky unfolded a pair of broad wings, leaving a silhouette in the sky and earth that he will never forget.
Her figure is getting bigger and bigger.
Finally disappeared into the deep darkness.
No longer see. l3l4
(Sikushu)