Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 15: The last of the prince

Longxiao City.

Under a remote roof.

Nicolai, with a blood-stained face lying on his side next to a wooden barrel, gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand with difficulty, broke a crossbow arrow that pierced his thigh from the tail, and then clenched it out of the hind leg. Scarlet arrow, slightly hard.

"Shit!"

The cold sweat ran down from his forehead, but the meteorite still gritted his teeth and said nothing, pulling out the arrow in the shaking.

Nicolai let out a breath, dropped the arrow, and pulled a piece of cloth to wrap it up.

This is the last arrow.

As for the two arrows still in the body... Nicolai looked at his left arm and left leg.

The two arrow shafts that have been broken down abruptly remain there.

The meteorite has fierce eyes and clenched his fists.

Immediately, the unique end power originated in his bones, tightening the muscles, and sealing the arrow shaft tightly.

This should last for a while.

Nicolai took a deep breath, frowned as he felt the hurt in his body that was not optimistic.

The meteorite slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who was also lying on the ground, covered in bruises: "You are the one Griveau said."

But the other party did not respond.

"Good skill, the method of blocking the crossbow is very clever." Nicolai nodded slowly.

Actually... Nicolai took a breath and secretly told himself: This is a ruthless character.

The man with a black weird sword snorted and wrapped the last large wound on his body.

"You are not bad either." He said lightly, looking at the badly worn shield on Nicolai's left arm.

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

"Did you seal the disaster?" The meteorite dragged his body hard and leaned against the wall: "You have... those arms?"

"Forget it," Hei Jian nodded, with a calm expression: "That **** dropped a spear, didn't he."

Nicolai resisted the pain in his arms and calves, and looked at the man with a strange sword, his eyes swept to the other sword at his waist, and doubts passed in his eyes.

"You know us...who are you?"

The leader of the White Blade Guard naturally placed his hand next to the Soulbreaker Blade and whispered: "You know the magician, and the legendary anti-magic..."

But his words were interrupted.

"Hey," the unremarkable-looking man shook his head slightly: "Are you sure you want to waste time here?"

Nicolai frowned slightly.

"You also heard what those civilians were saying," Hei Jian lowered his head and wiped his long sword, "Your King..."

He shrugged.

The meteorite was silent for a while.

"Yes," Nicolai picked up a crossbow arrow, his face was ugly, and his eyes were dim: "I have a hunch that the worst has happened."

The shame of the blade.

I'm afraid...

Nicolai's eyes became colder and colder, and he slowly clenched his fists.

The black sword wiping the weapon glanced at Nicolai’s expression: "What are you not going to do? At least you should report a letter?"

Nicolai focused his gaze on the crossbow arrow in his hand, clenching his left fist, shaking slightly.

"Whoever—the black sand collar or who—started this rebellion, they have planned for a long time and planned well," the meteorite gritted his teeth, grinding words from between his teeth, his pale face was bloody. The contrast is particularly strong under the set off: "Now, no one can believe it except my brothers."

Hei Jian snorted, hung the weapon back to his waist, struggling to stand up against the wall: "Then good luck."

Nicolai raised his head and looked at the man who was about to leave.

"Hey," the meteorite stopped the strange man and nodded his chin: "You are not from the North... Why save me?"

Hei Jian turned his head and glanced at Nicolai with a deep meaning.

At that moment, Nicolai felt strange emotions in the man's eyes.

"I can't get used to the scumbag who uses crossbow arrows to hit more and less." Hei Jian said faintly, and he continued to turn around.

Nicolai, who rested with his back against the wall, sneered disdainfully.

"Come on," Nicolai slowly shook his head with a sarcastic smile: "As the Blade Guard, the king's sharpest knife, I have fought many battles, served as his reserve team, herald, and army. The judge, the executioner, the death squad, the elite, the latter...all the positions you want."

Hei Jian didn't look back, but his voice came over:

"So?"

Nicolai sat up a few inches with difficulty and took a deep breath.

"So, I have interrogated many prisoners of war, spies, traitors, and enemies. I can distinguish between lies and truth. I have also seen how different people fight." The meteorite responded to Black Sword's words with a bright eye : "I saw how fat you beat Tuleha-kicking up the snow and dust under your feet? You don't look like those messengers of justice who see uneven roads."

Black Sword turned his head and glanced at Nicolai, who was panting on the ground.

After a while.

Nicolai snorted softly and shook his head: "If you are not going to say something..."

Just then.

"Is this the knife?" Hei Jian asked softly.

Nicolai frowned.

"What?"

In the next instant, the meteorite immediately noticed that the man's gaze fell on the Soulbreaker Blade beside him.

Nicolae's breathing began to accelerate, slightly causing his body's injuries.

He touched the hilt of the knife unconsciously.

"This is the knife," Fortunately, Black Sword only asked with his deep voice: "Kill Horace Canxing?"

Nicolae's eyes widened slightly.

What?

The two men stared at each other under the eaves for two seconds.

"Yes, Soulbreaker Blade."

Nikolai's gaze did not leave the eyes of Black Sword. He slowly nodded, and at the same time raised his guard to the highest level, adjusted his body to a position where he could violently shoot or defend in time. Then he said calmly: Years ago, the Sword of Tracing Light died under it."

Hei Jian breathed slowly, with inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.

"Horace," he said slowly, "was he in pain before death?"

Nicolai took a deep breath of cold air, leaned on the barrel, stood up tremblingly, the Blade of Soulbreaker firmly grasped in his right hand.

"I now know why you want to save me."

The meteorite gritted his teeth, his eyes getting sharper.

But Hei Jian just looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

"If you want to avenge the Sword of Light, now is a good time," Nicolai panted in pain, stretched the distance between his legs, and quickly estimated the timing of the shot. The power of the end is in the bone. The quality slowly condenses, and the words reveal a strong hostility: "Of course, don't expect me not to fight back."

However, the man in front of him just glanced at the Soulbreaker Blade and turned away.

Nicolai frowned deeply.

He watched Hei Jian's back slowly leave, his doubts increasing unabated.

"Wait."

The meteorite spoke up after all.

"What is your purpose, someone from unknown origin?" Nicolai said slowly: "Kangmus has a saying, "Beware of gifts without asking for reward."

Hei Jian turned his head and took a deep look at the meteorite.

"Compared to interrogating me," Hei Jian shook his head slightly: "I believe you have more important things to do."

Nicolae frowned slightly: "Yeah, believe me, I'm already doing it."

Hei Jian twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head, took a vain step after the injury, and turned away.

Nicolai stared at him blankly.

Staring at the leaving figure of this man.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Nicolai's eyebrows twitched, as if hesitating.

Until the black sword's figure disappeared behind the corner wall.

I don't know how long it took, and the meteorite sighed.

"Okay." He snorted as if he had made up his mind.

The footsteps behind the wall stopped.

"Horace Canxing's death," he said lightly, "in return, if you really want to know..."

There is no sound behind the wall. .

I saw Nicolai slowly slipping against the wall, his eyes drooping, his eyes drifting back to the past.

"That night, that battle..."

Nicolai murmured: "Horace, that cold butcher is wearing his black armor, and with his guards, wearing his wounds and shattered armor..."

"It was a real **** battle. Everyone was crazy."

Nicolai's eyes were erratic, and he was already looking at another place not in front of him.

The rocky pass.

He said in a flat tone: "Talander, Jules, Tuleha, and the people on the other side of the stars... Each of us forgets everything in the sword and blood, except for killing and death. , I feel the blood in my veins is about to boil."

"Tulha was injured and left, we roared, Jules was under the wind, and laughed instead, Tyrond died in battle, we were even more crazy... That was the last battle, so Star The same goes for people..."

"The living people are bleeding down one by one, the dead are carried away one by one..."

Nicolai lowered his eyes: "Everyone is crazy, battlefield, you know."

He snorted unconsciously, his emotions and his intentions unknown.

It's still silent behind the wall.

It's like Nicolai talking to himself.

But the meteorite knows that someone is listening to his narration.

"Horace is not the same," Nicolai raised his head again, his face changed, and a subtle change appeared on his face: "When all of us are crazy like beasts, he has no expression. , Just like he doesn't care about the battle in front of him."

Nicolai lowered his head and said softly:

"He died peacefully."

The voice fell.

A second later, there was a low but disordered breathing sound from behind the wall.

"Peace?" Hei Jian's voice was trembling.

Nicolai nodded, and sneered whether it was ironic or helpless: "When he fell in my arms... his expression was like he was finally free."

The Black Sword behind the wall didn't speak, his breathing gradually disappeared.

Nicolai lowered his head and sighed: "It was not pleasant to kill Horace."

"Because it doesn't feel like a fight at all."

There is still no movement behind the wall.

But Nicolai was still talking, and saw his face cold and a sad smile.

"It feels...it's like he is seeking relief," Nikolai said silently, his voice bleak: "You have seen on the battlefield, severely wounded that cannot be cured, but still unable to die for a while People..."

"That kind of feeling...the eyes that are seeking relief..."

The sound of fingers rubbing against the hilt of the sword came from behind the wall.

Although he was small, Nicolai heard it.

The breathing became thicker again.

"Freedom?" Hei Jian's voice came, his voice trembled slightly, and the words seemed a bit difficult:

"Why?"

The meteorite sighed: "I don't know."

"And I don't want to know," Nicolai shook his head, his eyes in a trance: "I guess, before death, people will have this or that, and the prince is no exception?" /

Maybe.

Especially the prince.

Thinking of King Nunn and Prince Suril, Nicolai's eyes darkened.

He took a deep breath and lifted his spirits.

The breath behind the wall disappeared again.

Nicolai's eyes drifted far away, only to hear him chuckle in a trance, the irony in the words was very strong: "Meteor...Meteor...Haha, haha..."

Under the eaves, the two men on either side of the corner remained motionless, speechless.

It's been a long while.

"Thank you." The black sword's voice came from the side of the wall.

Nicolae came back to his senses and shook his head coldly and snorted: "Just as a reward for saving me, there is nothing to thank me..."

But he was interrupted.

"No, it's not for me~IndoMTL.com~The man behind the wall said indifferently:

"It's for Horace."

Nicolai was taken aback for a moment.

Why?

He wanted to ask that.

But a few seconds later, Nicolai still closed his mouth. He understood something and nodded if he understood.

There is no sound behind the wall.

The meteorite leaned against the wall behind him, his eyes silent: "Okay."

"Good luck," Nicolai whispered: "A man with a black sword."

On the other side of the wall, Hei Jian did not answer.

The lonely man raised his head and took a deep look at the sky in the north.

The next second, Black Sword turned around and disappeared under the eaves.