Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 153: I’m old
[Title: Chapter 153 blood kingdom of old: No Man's sword]
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Hide forever in the dark, Yordel, who is sure to kill...
Captured?
The shields of deception behind Yaozi lighted two torches to light up this small corridor.
Although he couldn't see the expression through the mask, Yodel's struggle became weaker and weaker.
Under the pulling force of the four limbs, his figure faded a few times, trying to enter the path of the shadow, but under the strength of the chain, his intention failed repeatedly and was forced to appear.
"Hidden, provocative, profitable, you really have a good time here, dear fellow."
The brazier seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He smiled slightly and looked at the masked guest invited by the chain: "Maybe you are sorry, we did not fulfill your wish. Under strange provocation, The sword of disaster fights to death?"
In the dark and dreary black cell, Yordel did not answer, and his dark purple mask was facing the drill at least five steps away.
His silence made Brazier frowned slightly.
Oops.
Thyls forced himself to calm down.
He clenched his teeth, his knees bent slightly, and the silver diamond sword in his hand was raised to level with his vision.
There are not many two-handed sword styles in the Northland military swordsmanship. Most of them are forced to fight back after the shield is broken.
But now...
He held the sword in both hands and looked at the nearest chain driver.
Just force one of them back.
Thyls called for the sin of the infernal river that was on his feet, ready to exert his strength.
"Ah, no, no, no."
The sharp-eyed drill didn't let this scene go. He raised his eyebrows and amiably raised his index finger to Thales, shaking it left and right.
"If it were me, I wouldn't do that," Yanzi shook his head, his smile still polite:
"His Royal Highness."
While speaking, the awl in his hand gently pushed out, imaginarily pointing to Yodel's throat in front of him.
This action stopped the anxious Thales in his heart!
"After all, you are a valuable person."
The drill shook the weapon in his hand, the corner of his mouth became wider, and the words meant something.
"In case of damage, I can't afford it."
Damn it.
Looking at Yang Zizhi's triumphant smile on his chest, Thales took a deep breath, lowered his sword in mid-air, and had to give up his intention to make a surprise attack.
He tried his best to get rid of uncomfortable thoughts, desperately thinking of a way to relieve Yodel.
Yordel struggled again with his right arm, and the tip of the Supreme Sword pierced into one of the links on the chain, but the assassin holding the chain immediately used force in the opposite direction and angled sharply, shattering the intention of the mask guard.
"You said so much nonsense," Thales looked at Yordel who was fighting with the four people, feeling deeply troubled:
"Just to get him out?"
The brazier shook his head.
"Not all nonsense, my lord," the assassin leader bowed, polite as ever, but Thales could no longer feel the respect in his words:
"Please trust my sincerity."
From this moment, he has mastered the last move of the general on the chessboard.
Calm down, Thales.
Calm down.
The prince took a deep breath and listened desperately to the direction of the drill in the sense of hell.
Four people wrestling with Yodel, breathing unsteadily, continued to consume.
The two assassins behind Yaozi, silently trimming, are replying.
Yaozi's left arm is still trembling slightly. It seems that he was not undamaged after the hand-to-hand combat with Yodel.
But...
Thyls looked worriedly at the darkness behind Brazier: There were still multiple breaths coming from there.
The biggest reliance is suddenly lost, and I cannot save the hostages with one enemy and many.
What to do?
How can I...
He looked at Yordel, who was struggling and trapped, rubbing Ricky's silver diamond sword, feeling its almost perfect balance, but he knew that he was in the most unbalanced situation.
The brazier seemed to have completely recovered from the sudden attack. He took a few steps to the side and looked at the tightly bound Yodel, tusk.
"Six years ago, my two groups of people accepted the commission of Val Allende and went south to the inland of the stars, which they had not dared to set foot in for many years."
He sighed slightly and narrowed his eyes as he looked at Yodel.
"In the end, after a failed carriage assassination, and the ensuing secret encirclement and suppression, only two guards came back alive."
Hearing these words, Thales was taken aback.
Six years ago.
Val Allende.
Carriage assassination...
Is that...
I saw the brazier snorted coldly, and the awl in his hand flicked across Yodel's mask:
"It's a coincidence that a similar mask appears in their description."
"So...who are you?"
Yordell remained silent, but Thales saw that the chain barbed hook that clasped his arm had leaked a little bit of blood, and the latter's struggle was getting smaller and smaller.
But the mask guard shook his head slightly at him.
"Well," the brazier who didn't get the target's response for a long time raised his mouth:
"You can see that you are not an eloquent."
Damn it!
Tyles' breathing became more and more urgent, and his sword was raised several times.
Yordel remained silent, as if someone had burned his mouth with iron.
Under the dim firelight, the familiar and unfamiliar dark purple mask looked plain and monotonous.
The assassin leader finally gave up his efforts to communicate with the masked monster.
Maybe... it might be a dumb person.
"Now, the uncertain factors affecting our communication have been resolved," Yanzi turned his head slowly, and suddenly looked at Thales:
"Can you come with us, Your Highness?"
He still had that amiable smile, standing among the cloak-covered assassins, standing in front of the impenetrable darkness, and reaching out to Thales.
But the prince only felt a chill on his back.
"We can get along and we will cooperate very well."
Looking at the palm of his hand, Thales' eyebrows were too tight, and his teeth were about to be crushed.
He swings his hands and draws an arc of his long sword, accustomed to the characteristics of this weapon.
"Ambush my guard, this is not a good sign of cooperation."
Yanzi put down his palm and smiled: "I think so, after all, he didn't hesitate when he swung his sword at me."
Thyls was speechless for a while.
He changed his attitude and said coldly: "Listen, brazier, if you still want to go out alive..."
Speaking of this, the prince stopped abruptly, and cut off the remaining "Secret Section has already surrounded this".
No.
Acknowledging the news in front of Yaozi will only make him more desperate and more concerned about the hostages and chips in his hands.
What to do?
Tyles looked at Yordle, but could only see a reflection in his mirror hole.
"We can discuss what you said," Thales bit the bullet and said: "But as the first step in the negotiation, I prefer to see my guards healthy and safe."
Yanzi stared at him for a long time, then smiled, very happy.
With his smile, the chained assassins restrained Yodel tighter.
The mask guard shuddered and shook his head at Thales again.
"There is only one way to ensure his safety, Your Highness."
Maybe tired of Thales' words, Yaozi's smile was a little cold.
The drill squinted his eyes into small slits, slightly tilting his head:
"And you already know."
Thyls clenched the hilt of his sword.
Damn it!
The guy who doesn't get in with oil and salt, is not slippery, cooperation, negotiation, and interest, nothing can attract his attention a little.
He just wants me!
Me!
The drill stared at Thales for a long time, and seemed not in a hurry at all.
"Actually, I heard from Baron Russell, and he heard many things about you from King Chaman, including your character."
Hearing the name again, Thales suddenly felt bad.
Yaozi smiled and stepped forward, looking at Yordel, then at Thales.
"For example, you are both kind and decisive, but also determined and courageous."
Yaozi's face moved slightly, and he lifted the awl gently: "But I have always been surprised, how do these two characteristics appear in the same person?"
"Then, we have the opportunity to verify today."
Before Thales's ugly face, the drill gently buckled the tip of the awl onto the neck of the mask guard, grinning.
Yordel remained motionless, his arms dripping with blood.
The assassins who tightened his limbs tightened.
"What does this mean?" Thales turned pale and spoke faster.
"As I said, I am a businessman."
The brazier spread out his left hand seemingly helplessly, but the awl on his right hand clasped Yodel's throat suddenly!
Thyles couldn't help making a fist.
"Trading has always been consensual. Therefore, I want to see you walk with us quietly and willingly without causing trouble, without making mistakes, without tricks, you know, we are very difficult for you. Feeling."
Dongzi twitched the corner of his mouth deeply, and gestured to the silent Yodel.
"Choose, Your Highness," Yaozi smiled, but cold light flashed in his eyes:
"Do you want the kindness of the king, or the decisiveness of the king?"
Benevolence...
Tyles glanced at the helpless Yordel with a pale face.
Still decisive?
His gaze flicked over the awl that was forced on the mask guarding the throat.
Damn it!
In the dim flame, Yordel shook his head again imperceptibly.
Thyls looked at him bitterly.
Damn it.
No.
Tyles took a light breath and suppressed his full of resentment.
Calm down.
Calm down, Thales.
Calm down!
He took a few deep breaths, and his gaze flicked past each shadow assassin.
They want me.
Thyls repeated it subconsciously in his heart.
Want me.
Me!
A few minutes later, the star prince curled up his mouth and laughed.
Laughing extraordinarily confident.
Yangzi looked at this prince, wondering whether to use the awl in his hand, and urged him again.
"Go with you, of course this is fine, but I have a problem."
The brazier raised his eyebrows to express his willingness to listen.
I saw Thales solemnly said: "You don't care about me, do you?"
What?
The brazier was slightly taken aback.
"No matter what you want from me, wealth, secrets, bargaining chips, power, hostages or amulets...Don't forget, I am the heir of the Star Kingdom first and foremost."
Thyls rolled his eyes and spoke with the most indifferent and alienating attitude he could think of:
"The Shield of Deception, you might as well take the king’s attitude and perception into consideration. Assuming that you are still in that position after today, you will give orders to your hand, brazier, then come and guess. After today, compare From Rumba, compared to my father, what kind of future will the future Thales I give you?"
Yaozi's expression changed slightly, and his face slowly cooled.
Huh.
The prince coldly raised the sword and pointed at the drill!
"What kind of future will the entire Star Kingdom give you in the decades I will reign?"
"If you really value me, then you won't threaten me with the life of a guard," the tough Thales said coldly, "but you still did it, maybe because you don't care."
Yongzi squinted his eyes slightly: "His Royal Highness, we..."
But Thales interrupted him very quickly.
Just listen to the prince calmly and calmly:
"There is only one explanation."
"Maybe you are not afraid of killing him at all, not afraid of offending me, not afraid of the possible consequences."
Every word of his makes Brazier's brows frown.
Thyls looked at the bewildered Yordle from a distance.
But when he was young, he was holding his dying wounded himself, walking through the roof streets and alleys of Yongxing City and the walls of the sentry tower.
He clenched his fist unconsciously.
"Perhaps, being loyal to me and cooperating with me is a lie," Thales said with a sneer: "Because when you first came to me under the banner of good-sounding, you didn't intend to put me in the position Let me be crowned and become a king to trouble you, right?"
"Perhaps, you were taking me away, after using me, you originally planned to kill me."
Listening to Thales, Yaozi's face became more ugly.
At that moment, Yordel's mask moved slightly, and reflected fire flashed through the mirror hole.
"In this way, I have no choice at all," Thales gritted his teeth and raised his sword:
"Once you kill him, it proves your attitude."
"For my future, for my throne, I can only fight to the death and give up my blood."
He looked at every assassin firmly and coldly:
"Right?"
The dark prison suddenly became very quiet, with only the sound of fighting from a distance, Ruoyuowu.
Yordel struggled again, but the awl of the drill came up, making him unable to move.
The drill stared at Thales.
It seems to know him for the first time.
A few seconds passed, and Yaozi finally took a deep breath and tried to squeeze a smile:
"His Royal Highness, we didn't have to be so stiff..."
But Thales interrupted him again.
"But you have a choice."
Unexpectedly, the Prince of Stars, who looked at his death like home a moment ago, now smiles: "It was just a hypothesis, a brazier, a hypothesis once you kill him."
The brazier frowned again.
"But I guess you are not the kind of person who is willing to walk all the way to the dark on the old road, brazier, so, to prove your sincerity, prove that you are useful to me, and I don’t have to fight back. Let’s start now."
Yazi stared at him, his expression frozen.
Thyls reduced his aggressive expression and raised a finger seriously:
"There is only one way to ensure your future."
Tyles lowered the blade and stretched out his palm to Yodel, his eyes fixed on the brazier:
"And you already know, brazier."
Listening to the line the prince gave him in reply, Yao Zi also had to frown.
Thyls stared at him fixedly.
Yordel's mask is still dark and heavy, and the only mirror hole reflects the faint light of fire.
Yanzi's face twisted.
"Choose, drill."
At this time, Thales’ eyes were piercing, and he deliberately said solemnly: "There are also two roads in front of you."
He bends the corner of his mouth, and gently brushes the ridge of the silver diamond long sword with his left hand, and his chin struck the bound Yodernu.
"You want the king's tolerance..."
Tyles tied his fingers, and lightly nodded his head:
"Or do you want the king's life?"
At that moment, Yaozi's face was blue.
The silence in the black cell was terribly silent, and it seemed that people in the distance were separated.
Even the sound of fighting between the sword of disaster and the shield of deceit has not been heard for a long time.
The eyes of the star prince and the assassin leader met several times in the firelight.
The mask guard lowered his head slowly, motionless.
Finally, after struggling for a while, Yaozi's expression completely loosened.
He reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, showing an unwilling smile.
"You live up to your name, Your Highness."
The brazier sighed long and resigned himself to his fate. He took down the sharp cone on Yodel's throat and left the mask guard.
At that moment, Thales, who was clutching the long sword, finally let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
Just listen to the brazier put away the weapon, rubbed his chin, and said with deep meaning: "Putting both of us into desperation at the same time, and throwing back the dilemma of choice to me, forcing me to back away."
"Who taught you this? A **** and brainless Northlander?"
Thyls chuckled lightly.
"My father."
He dropped his long sword, a little distracted, and his thoughts returned to the past:
"Six years ago, he used this method to eliminate a blood feud between the stars and the dragon."
The drill nodded.
But at this moment, Thales only felt his hair stand up!
His **** senses instantly felt strange.
Someone!
At that moment, the prince who had experienced all kinds of dangers subconsciously turned around and swung his sword!
The sins of the prison river surged and filled the brain, as if to slow down time instantly.
"Huh!"
Amidst the sound of the wind breaking through the sleeves, Thales was surprised and angry to see the figure of the attacker.
Assassin.
In that stretched second, Thales was shocked to see the situation clearly:
The assassin in three full shields of deception, in his left and right back directions, or wearing fist gloves, or holding a blunt weapon, came in!
On the other side, with a satisfied smile, Yao Zi took a strange-style silent bone whistle into his arms from his mouth.
This is...
The sound hits the west.
They are not prepared to capture me alive...
Negotiate with me.
Tyles was subconsciously authentic.
Oops.
The crime of the prison river surged rapidly, filling his hands and legs, with his long sword breaking through the usual speed, and smashing into the sneak attacker behind the left.
But this is already his limit, and Thales can't take care of the other two at all.
No.
No!
Oops.
It's too late.
For that second, Thales thought blankly.
Learn another lesson.
Don't talk to the assassin...
Be reasonable.
His crime of the prison river reached its limit, retreated from his brain, and time seemed to return to normal.
But the fainting that Thales expected did not happen.
Replaced by
"Shit!"
A monotonous and crisp metal slamming into the meat sounded abruptly!
Thyls was surprised.
I saw a sword coming through the air, flying towards the two assassins he hadn't defended!
The two assassins trembled in the air as if they were hit head-on by a galloping horse!
"Boom!"
The two flew out in reverse, one behind the other, hitting the wall.
Thyls looked at the two assassins in surprise: They were like meat skewers, a weapon that was pierced from the air, a common long sword passing through the chest, one after the other, nailed to the wall.
Only the rest twitches.
Yaozi and his companions couldn't react at all, just staring blankly at the long sword, which was shot from the sky like a javelin, trembling on the wall.
"Step! Step! Step!"
Tyles had no time to think about it, and a strange figure suddenly appeared beside him.
The prince looked back, and could only see the unfamiliar figure relaxing in his arms, and accurately strangling the throat of the third assassin.
The assassin didn't seem to believe it, and was struggling to fight back, but his opponent didn't give him any chance, and he slapped him diagonally against the wall next to him!
"Boom!"
A heavy muffled noise.
The strange figure retracted its arm, held the assassin tightly, and slammed into the wall again!
"Boom!"
The second muffled sound.
The assassin's opponent pulled back the assassin on his arm for the second time, and hit the wall for the last time!
"Kara!"
Only heard a strange, ominous, crisp sound.
The next second, the assassin slipped softly from his opponent's arm, fell to the ground, motionless.
The air was calm again.
Thyls stared blankly at his surroundings: two assassins were nailed to the wall, moaning in pain, and dead, and one fell to the ground silently.
Electric shot from the long sword until the last assassin fell to the ground, but it took a little more than a second.
The three assassins who were about to attack him have all died.
This is...
"Really...unfamiliar." The new figure walked up to Thales, flicking his left hand desperately, complaining vaguely.
The prince looked at this man dumbfounded.
The brazier and the shadow assassins looked at him equally in anger.
This uninvited guest.
Under the faint firelight, a man's figure was reflected.
A very special man.
His body is covered with mercenary-specific, slightly worn light leather armor, but he is equipped with plenty of weapons:
The right hand is holding two cross swords, one long and one heavy, and a slightly obsolete one-handed axe and a bag of crossbow arrows are tied behind the back. A well-stringed infantry crossbow is hung on the left leg, and an unsheathed one is tied on the right leg. Sabre, with a blood-stained hammer pinned to the back of the waist, and a straight-edged saber with a broken corner tied to the waist.
Even in his mouth, he bit a short sword with the length of his forearm.
It's like a...humanoid weapon arsenal.
Thyls thought blankly.
A man dressed like a mercenary, a sword of disaster?
No.
Not very similar.
This man is not young and untidy.
In fact, he had a mess of hair on his ears, and he was only tied to the back of his head with a dirty string. The whole person described him as sloppy, bruised and swollen, missing a piece of scalp on his right forehead, and a black frame in his left eye. Bruises, except for the leather armor that is still new, all of them are tattered clothes. In some places, you can see clear blood and wounds. From scratches to bruises, there are different types of doors and doors.
At first glance, there is almost no good meat.
It's like just dragging back in the sand after being tied to a horse.
But the special thing is his chin.
Although he looked dirty and sloppy, and had some hairy hair, the man shaved the beard on his chin, leaving only a cyan color, in sharp contrast with the upper half of his face.
Wait, beard?
Thyls was suddenly excited.
He looked at the man's forehead, and he was shocked!
Sure enough.
There is a hideous and terrifying scarlet mark.
An ancient empire letter.
Thyls stared blankly at the man beside him, watched him take the dagger from his mouth, watched him arch his back with a grin and swing his upper arm.
Like a war horse that hasn't been out for a long time, moving its joints.
It's him.
Thyls thought blankly.
Although I can’t recognize it after shaved, but...
It's him.
"The action is beautiful."
The penalty knight, Sackel stood beside Thales with a flat expression.
He narrowed his left eye with black eye sockets slightly, scanned the shadow assassins in front of him, and coldly said to the prince with his characteristic dull voice:
"Wandering is stupid."
There was another silence around.
At that moment, Thales stared blankly at Thacker who had changed his description and equipment.
On the other side, Yanzi also looked at the dead man in disbelief.
Even Yordel, who was trapped tightly, trembled slightly.
"What is your background?"
The brazier put away the shock, was extremely vigilant, and looked at Thacker tightly all over, and signaled the assassins to hold Yordel tighter.
This man... gives him a bad feeling.
Sackel snorted coldly, seemingly disinterested in paying attention to him, just staring at the captured Yordel, and slowly shaking his head.
"Where's our whistle?" Drilling scrutinized the new visitor~IndoMTL.com~ and asked carefully.
Sackel frowned slightly.
Sentinel?
"I didn't meet it." Thacker murmured, shaking his head.
Well, on the way here, except for some blind Sackel who was hiding in the dark, he didn't seem to have encountered a normal sentry.
For example...
The difficult role of Glacier Watch.
Thinking of the unpleasant past, Thacker frowned fiercely.
Beside him, Thales took a long, deep breath.
"You, are you still alive?"
Thyls couldn't believe his eyes, he looked up and down at Thacker and asked stiffly and awkwardly.
"Hmm."
Sackel's eyes were still vacant, as if lacking attention, and he hummed like a sleepy patient in response.
Thyls blinked in surprise: "Where are those enemies?"
What about those... those who besie you?
Sackel rubbed his eyes, as if he wasn't very comfortable with the light source.
"Run," he answered dullly.
The star prince rolled his eyes in confusion: "Run?"
"They just ran away like this?"
How is it possible?
A total of eighteen Swords of Disaster is just that... let you go?
Thyls couldn't understand.
Sacuel pulled his mercenary leather armor and shook his shoulders with extreme discomfort.
Yes, I ran away.
The penalty knight released from prison silently recalled the battle just now:
Those sword dealers, how many have they ran away?
Sachel scratched his head.
Two or three? Maybe four?
Oh, I can't remember.
Thinking of this, Sackel exhaled uncomfortably and beat his forehead in pain, feeling sadly:
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