Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 142: Break

Sacuel?

The penalty knight?

In the dark prison, Thales' eyebrows jumped: Who is this again?

It sounds familiar.

The fire in the prison moved lightly, and the figure shook, but there was no sound.

Until a lazy voice slowly sounded.

"He is separated from us, and everyone is afraid of punishment knights."

This statement made the prisoners change their colors.

Semuel turned to Nakey who spoke out.

"Nakey!" Barney sternly rebuked Nakey who was inconsistent with his companions.

But Naki just shook his head: "He should know...even if he has parted ways with us, he must know."

Barney's speech was stagnant.

Naki let out a long breath, as if looking at yesterday: "Remember the day you broke the chains and escaped from the escort, Semir?"

Semir was taken aback: "Me?"

Naki nodded, unhappy.

"That day, in the absence of a higher commander, Thacker himself took the anger from above, stood up and gave himself up, admitting that he helped you escape—though we all know that’s impossible, his The **** position is 100 meters away from you."

"But no matter there are so many people above, they just need an example to warn us, and the higher the identity of this example, the better."

Semir's figure moved, his face pale.

"As punishment, Thaker, he was locked down," Naki said in a loss:

"At the bottom of the Bone Prison."

"Solitary confinement."

Naki is bitter and authentic.

"You know, we are on the same level, so there is still someone who can talk. As for him, Saker?"

"He has no roommates, no dialogue, no light, and nothing."

Semuel looked at Naki from a distance and said nothing.

"Yes, the most powerful player in the royal guard, a promising star, the former next commander of the guard..."

Naki shook his head with a sad voice:

"Just like that, in the bottomless darkness, I don’t hear the outside world, I don’t know the time, I don’t see the others, I’ve been alone for 18 years."

"Life or death is unknown."

Solitary confinement.

Eighteen years.

In the sword of disaster, Josh frowned slightly.

Thyls couldn't help but think of the prison's rich experience of the swordsman's evaluation of the cell.

"For this reason, Thacker saved the brothers who were escorted with you," Naki chuckled, "Because of your cowardice, including Tardin and Brie, they were supposed to be because of you. And even got guilty."

Semir's breathing slowly increased.

"Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"I can help him translate," Nai Yinyang sneered strangely:

"Brie said,'Semuel, you are a coward.' That's probably it."

The tallest little Barney grunted and seemed to disdain to speak again.

There is silence in the prison.

Samuel closed his eyes, his breathing was extremely disturbed.

A few seconds later, Semir took a deep breath and turned to face the sword of disaster.

"Let's go, it's over here."

His figure looks tired and humble, and his voice is inexplicably cold and gloomy: "Go find our target."

Ricky snorted and waved.

Swords of Disaster took a look at this dark cell with mixed feelings, and turned around. Thales wanted to look more, but Marina pushed it out unceremoniously.

As the light source decreases, the vision in the cell gets darker.

"By the way, Semir."

Semuel stopped.

Naki's voice came from behind, slowly and confused: "I'm sorry to say that, but..."

"But I hope, I really hope, I hope Saker is out of madness."

Everyone was stunned.

"I hope he will tear you to pieces at the first sight, Samuel," Naki's voice slowly penetrated into coldness, making people feel cold: "This way, you can rest in peace. ."

"Traitor." He hissed.

The rest of the prisoners sneered slightly, or did not hum.

Semir turned his back to them and didn't speak for a while.

Until he sighed slightly.

"You know, I really want to let you out."

Semir said softly, in a melancholy voice.

But the next second, Semir raised his head firmly and walked out of the hall.

Behind him, the faint light in Nakey's cell finally couldn't stand the long burning, and it went out sadly.

Send the black prison that once held forty-five members of the royal guards into the bottomless abyss.

After experiencing the scene just now, the people of Sword of Disaster seemed to be infected a lot, and everyone was silent.

Only Thales's heart was constantly churning.

"Thank you, Ricky."

In the darkness, Semir walking in front suddenly made this sentence, which was caught by Thales, who was listening with vertical ears

Ricky chuckled softly: "For what?"

Semuel’s words were mixed with footsteps, but the sense of **** made Thales heard clearly:

"For you to agree with my selfishness."

"Self-hearted? No."

Ricky doesn't seem to care: "You think this is just your selfishness."

Ricky’s next sentence carries a little emotion:

"But in ancient times, this is one of the knight’s inheritance. It is the biggest and most important test for every knight."

Semir did not speak.

"Including you, many of us are scarred, shrouded in the shadows of the past, cursed by the ghosts of the past, so confused and unable to extricate themselves."

"Vengeance, injustice, anger, pain, guilt, unwillingness, torture, etc.-this is the reason why we gather, and it is also the common denominator of the inheritors outside the tower for centuries."

Ricky's voice lowered, making Thales struggled to hear clearly:

"But no matter how terrible the past, no matter how unbearable the shadow it casts and the remaining curse, we must also face it, accept it, and cross it to finally recognize ourselves."

Clay's voice came from the other side, with a slight emotion:

"Since the first Crasu, almost every qualified inheritor of the tower has to go through this journey sooner or later, longer or shorter, to understand the meaning of our existence."

"Really become a qualified swordsman, and control the most difficult and terrifying power."

The middle-aged swordsman in the north said lightly: "Inevitable."

"Just like the ancient knights of the empire age, they must pass the test of their own minds before they can finally surpass the limitations of skill, power and will, and go further in the way of knights."

Kray chuckled softly: "This is what those scholars of the Tower of End call the "heart of the sword"-of course, since we are the inheritance outside the tower, you can call it whatever you want."

Semir snorted slightly, unclear.

Ricky's calm voice came again: "Don't underestimate this, at least the previous generation Krasu told me that..."

"He always believed that compared to sword styles, tactics, classics, weapons, treasures, honors, fame, and commandments, compared with the glory of the past, and even the far-reaching power of extraordinary power and power of ending ."

Ricky’s voice is with seemingly firm determination:

"This is the greatest legacy left to us by the Knights Temple, which has been perished for a thousand years."

The Temple of Knights.

Hearing this term, Thales thoughtfully.

Semir's breathing slowly settled down.

"After experiencing it, you will finally understand: the past cannot be the reason for us to live."

"We stand together to surpass the irreparable past," Ricky's tone slowly became sharp and decisive:

"Tear the hypocritical present, break the curse of the old world, and create a new future."

Semil, who has been silent, couldn't help but speak.

"Is this possible?"

Semir hesitated: "The goal of the original Krasu is really too..."

Clay's laughter was heard in the darkness.

"Is it possible?"

"Brothers from the South, I have a word in the North, I think I might as well give it to you," Clay’s tone revealed something that Thales was very familiar with, and he had felt it countless times from countless people. 'S unique pride:

"Northlanders never ask "can you"..."

"We only ask'do or not'."

The team continued to advance, and Semir was silent for a while.

"Exactly."

"As your guide, Samuel, it is my duty to let you walk through today's journey." Ricky said flatly.

Marina noticed that the seemingly obedient kid in front of her trembled suddenly!

Thyls's heart was slightly shaken.

The leader?

Wait.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked at Ricky's back in front of him.

Guide.

This word...is it a coincidence.

"Semir, remember."

"Since you have chosen a freshman, many times, you have to say goodbye to the past," Ricky chuckled slightly:

"No matter how tempting it is, how reluctant it is."

Tyles' heart jumped again.

Farewell to the past?

He seems to... where he heard this familiar sentence.

Where is it?

"Remember, what you choose is the persistence of never turning back," Ricky said coldly:

"Not a moving confession."

"Misunderstanding, framing, stigma, and injustice are just the mildest wind and rain on this road."

Semir did not speak, but his breathing became more and more steady and firm.

"Compared to the Tower of End, which is sheltered from the wind and rain in castles and greenhouses, cherishes its wings and self-styled," Ricky sighed slightly:

"The inheritors outside the tower follow through, never hesitate to hesitate because of the long road, nor look forward and backward in order to escape the past."

Tyles stared back at them blankly.

He suddenly remembered the weird origins of this group of people, and the more weird, but thought-provoking titles of others to them.

"Because this is us," just listened to Richguo's words, with a certain firmness in his tone, and a fearless arrogance:

"This is what has gone through the vicissitudes of life all the way, but still has no regrets..."

"Sword of Disaster."

At this moment, Thales' eyebrows are deeper than ever.

His thoughts were quickly broken.

The Swords of Disaster did not stay again, but went straight to the bottom of the black prison as Naki said.

But when the Swords of Disaster stopped abruptly at a large corner, Thales felt that an accident had happened.

No, to be precise, this is not an accident.

"What does this mean, brazier?"

Tyles stood on tiptoe forcefully, over a few backs, and through the torch held by Clay in the front, he could see the man with the hood standing in front of everyone.

The drill.

He is still smiling, rubbing his hands, standing in front of the dim fire, his body is completely dark.

"Didn't I say that, I'm waiting for you outside, by the way..."

Ricky took a step forward and said coldly: "You know what I'm talking about is not this."

I saw Ricky wave his hand gently.

Almost after a breath, Thales felt that the atmosphere around him was different: Swords of Disaster were kneeling sideways, pressing their weapons, and switching to the most suitable position for shooting.

Marina didn't forget to clasp his shoulder with one hand to prevent any changes.

At this moment, everyone is like a soldier in front of the formation, instantly entering a state of battle.

Tyles carefully held his breath, paying attention to every small change around him.

Here it comes.

"I can feel it," Ricky stared at the stubborn smile in front of him, but his gaze swept around the opponent, cast into the seemingly empty darkness:

"The cold air in the darkness."

"It's like an unsheathed sword."

Baozi's smile slowly collapsed.

He rubbed his forehead as if wiping sweat.

The Baron Russell in the team saw that the situation was not good, and he quickly said: "Everyone..."

But at this moment, no one is giving face to the spokesperson of King Chaman anymore, only listening to Ricky’s aggressive words continue:

"Yangzi, you went out, did you call all the hands of the Shield of Deception on the ground?"

"Then stop here, waiting for us?"

Silence.

Even Russell looked at the assassin ahead in surprise.

Thyls noticed that whether Clay or Semir, the Swords of Disaster were staring at the dark corners around them vigilantly and jealously, as if people would suddenly appear in the darkness.

Soon, the prince no longer doubted: what was fed back through the **** senses was the plural breathing sounds, regularly and rhythmically coming out of the ominous darkness that was not illuminated by the fire.

Stable, long, and frightening.

The picture of this scene is divided into two sides:

One side is the swords of disaster with fierce eyes and murderous looks full of standing, centered on Ricky, like a cold wind.

One side is the brazier alone. He stands in the dark, only silhouetted in the firelight, but it seems to rule the opaque darkness of this side.

Thyls felt that the "cold air" in Ricky's mouth seemed to have become reality, slowly freezing the two parties who had just cooperated happily.

Yaozi's complexion was indifferent, and he coughed slightly.

"What a keen sense."

He sighed.

"Then I'll talk straight."

In the next second, I saw that the smile ceased, the movements tightened, and even the tone became flat.

"Dear Crassou, and everyone... can you please, here is the prince to the next person?"

Yaozi is expressionless and authentic.

Thyls exhaled softly.

Here it comes.

This kind of drill made the prince frown.

Ricky curled his mouth.

"Hmph." Clay snorted coldly, expressing their attitude.

Baron Russell sensed that things were not quite right.

"Boss, for your majesty's sake, I can feel that this... Krasu is only one step away from his goal, so maybe we shouldn't turn our faces at this time..."

This time, even the brazier, who had been so good, interrupted him unceremoniously.

"It's just a step away that I can't ignore it, Lord Baron."

Russell frowned and looked at the mercenaries:

"What does this mean?"

On the side of the Sword of Disaster, Ricky didn't move his face, Kray let out a breath, and Semir squeezed the hilt of the sword, Josh grinned his teeth and showed a malicious smile.

"I sympathize with your kindness, Baron," under the dim firelight, the figure under the brazier's robe became bleak and cold, just like his voice slowly returning to the original voice:

"But the respectable Krasu is not necessarily."

Ricky and Yaozi's eyes met in the air, one indifferent and the other fierce.

"Put the prince in your hands for the time being, I originally thought it would be harmless and foolproof," I only listened to Yaozi's expressionlessly: "Because in the camp, our mutual fear and balance are the best guarantee. Until we complete the cooperation."

His voice did not fluctuate. However, compared with the pleasant words and rhythmic reprimands, these flat and unchanging sentences are full of inexplicable chilling breath:

"So the Shield of Deception is eager to help and selflessly contribute."

It's like the worst actor chanting according to this.

No feelings.

Hearing this, Clay sneered in no way:

"Why do these words sound so awkward."

The drill raised his hand gently, put down his hood, revealing a white face in the shadow.

But his expression made Thales even colder.

"Whether you are breaking through the guards or garrisoning the ground, you can safely hand over the above matters to me. I originally thought it was you to win my trust."

"I also thought you wouldn't turn your face, after all, the hands on the ground are mine. Once things change, we may both be lost here."

Yaozi's words continued steadily, his eyes never left Ricky.

"But I didn't understand a bit until I saw such a breathtaking building."

"You must have been prepared very early, so that you know the master's territory well, right?"

The leader of the Sword of Disaster did not answer, but just twitched his lips.

Yangzi continued: “I’m still wondering. It’s obviously a suicide mission, but you don’t care. At the beginning, you made up your mind to break in, not worrying about retreating, and even put the people on the ground with confidence. Leave the defense to us-the shield of deceit you distrust."

Cray interrupted him impatiently: "What the **** do you want to say?"

Yangzi smiled.

But this smile made Thales's creeps.

Because he doesn't seem to be smiling, but rather like pulling his face passively, lifeless.

Like a puppet.

Unfortunately, Yaozi looked at Thales with a grimace.

"I was still chatting with His Royal Highness Thales just now..."

The words of the brazier made the prince once again become the focus of the field.

"We all agree that the ventilation in this place is too good-not only is it not stuffy, but it doesn't hesitate to even light a torch."

Swords of Disaster were all taken aback.

"There is only one possibility."

The drill is still staring at Thales, but his words slowly become colder: "This place, the prison of bones, or the tower of alchemy, or the ghost place that imprisons the research institute..."

"There must be another exit."

"Isn't it?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole scene fell silent.

Watching the situation on the sidelines, Baron Russell, who has a headache, understands something, and his face pales suddenly:

"What?"

The silence in the black jail lasted for a few seconds.

The swords of disaster looked at each other, but none of them said anything.

Until Ricky turned his head slowly, and gave Thales a deep glance.

Let the latter chill.

Oops.

"I'm just chatting," Thales said embarrassingly, "You know, when I was still in Longxiao City, the tunnels of the people in the North were like this...because the exit was made, so breathe..."

But his voice is getting smaller and smaller, and finally he silently retreats under Crasu's eyes.

"Maybe I should have listened to you just now," Ricky said with a chuckle: "Marina."

Just when Marina frowned and Thales was feeling cold, thinking about the meaning of this sentence, Ricky looked back and looked at the drill again.

In front of him, the person in charge of the Shield of Deception shook his head regretfully, his eyes like ice.

"My people searched back and forth just now, although they didn't find the exit, but judging from your reaction at the moment...it should be correct."

Yaozi's eyes are getting sharper:

"So you are neither willing to let go of the prince in your hands, nor are you worried about your retreat on the ground."

"Because you were not going to abide by the agreement with us at the beginning, dear Crassou."

The drill bit coldly.

Ricky snorted unconsciously: "Where are so many twists and turns."

"I'm not a fool," Yanzi sighed: "In the tavern, our difficult prince must have given you some bargaining chip, and that changed your attitude."

Thyls' eyebrows jumped when he heard the words and silently bowed his head.

The brazier slowly narrowed his eyes, and a cold light melted from the gap between the eyes:

"You didn't plan to go out of the original road at all, but planned to disappear from another exit after completing the goal-with your trophies."

Yangzi whispered: "And our prince."

"Perhaps, by the way, let us die here and leave us at the Yaya camp, leaving it to the angry star people?"

Russell looked at the Disaster Swords in disbelief, and subconsciously took two steps back, leaving the team where their swords were unsheathed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds passed.

Ricky took a slow breath.

He laughed faintly.

"You are not Teng after all," Ricky sighed with regret:

"If it were him, he must have entered the prison of bones long ago. When we were in a dilemma, we would do everything possible."

Ricky did not answer Brazier's question, but Brazier did not follow up.

"I won't repeat it again, the sword of disaster."

I saw the brazier retreating gently in the dark, his face becoming more and more blurred, but his eyes looking at Thales became increasingly cold.

"Give him to me immediately and we will be in peace."

Ricky shook his head and laughed:

"Otherwise?"

Baozi laughed out loud.

"Otherwise..."

"Magic Tower, maybe you know better, but ah..."

The brazier chuckled softly, and he sank into the darkness, leaving only one disturbing sentence:

"Darkness, but our home court."

In the next second, before Ricky responded, there was an extremely clear scream from the back of the Sword of Disaster team:

"Ah!"

Almost at the same time~IndoMTL.com~, without waiting for anyone to remind, the mercenaries who have experienced many battles did not hesitate to draw their swords!

"Huh! Clang! Clang..."

Countless metal and leather, metal and metal friction sounded neatly.

Tyles’ ears felt like experiencing another black storm in the desert, so he had to reach out his hands to cover his ears!

However, in the next moment--

"Puff! Bang! Peng!"

With a few screams of wind breaking, almost everyone's torches were instantly extinguished!

All the light in the field disappeared, and Thales' eyes suddenly became dark.

"Ah!"

"They are here!"

"Should--"

"Beware of sneak attacks!"

"By the feet!"

"Clang!"

"Kill him--"

In just one breath, there were wars of war, torn flesh and blood, screams and groans, and screams of killing. Numerous sounds of fighting and fighting in the deep darkness sounded chaotically and intertwined!

At the same time it rang in Thales’ ears.

The sword of disaster.

The Shield of Deception.

At this moment, the two sides, who were pregnant with ghosts, imaginary, and convicted, finally tore their disguise and broke completely.