Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 163: No, Daniel
She turned her head in the woods and smiled at him, her milky complexion shimmering in the morning light and mist, unlike any other.
And he can only look at her stupidly, his confidence, arrogance, and ease in front of others are useless at this moment.
The only thing he can do is try to hide the bunch of flowers behind him.
But she is as smart as she has seen the flowers in his hands and sees through the embarrassment on his face.
"No, Daniel," she blushed slightly, "you're the young master, you'll be ashamed of me if anyone sees you."
Ashamed of me...
Ashamed of me...
My...
The...
But—he was getting more and more embarrassed and at a loss—what should he do, tell her that he had worked so hard to collect it along the Jinghe River?
A chill strikes.
Her voice sounded again, but it was as cold as ice:
[No, Daniel. ]
In the corridor on the second floor, D.D suddenly woke up, raised his arm and drew out his sword at the critical moment, and opened a deadly sword edge coming towards him: Dang!
Oops - the metal collided, D.D gritted his teeth - how did he get distracted at this time?
But the reality didn't allow him to think too much. The enemy's second sword followed him, forcing him to recall the most basic steps of swordsmanship: sidestep, spin, and block, while leaving the most suitable space for counterattack...
As the old knight taught.
Yes, the old knight, that nasty red-nosed old man, now lying in a mess on his knight training ground that was once crowded, but now full of tangy wine and sour, all around him spit filth.
"You know what, little Danny," the old knight raised his head drunkenly, groping for his wine bottle in a daze, muttering crazy words he couldn't understand, "as knights, we are supposed to wield swords for the weak, but The reality is that if we don't swing our swords for the strong, we don't even have swords—this point, that broken tower can see through more than us."
As a squire under the door, he could only cover his mouth and nose in disgust, thinking that his morning exercise today might have gone to waste again.
"So, little Danny, the smartest thing we can do is to drink a glass until dawn when you have to swing your sword for the strong! Hahaha, cheers, my little squire!"
The old knight moved the empty wine bottle to his mouth, shook it violently, and fell down again, into disgusting filth:
"So **** the swordsmanship! Fuck the knights! **** the imperial wind! **** the standing army! **** the troubled times! **** the empire forever!"
Nervousness hits me suddenly.
The old knight's words were repeated in his ears, but it was deafening:
【Fuck Empire Eternal! ]
D.D was shocked, and only then did he realize that he was facing the whistling sword wind in the corridor on the second floor of Diop's mansion.
But he had no time to dodge and could only block.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Doyle fell into a room on the second floor with his sword. He bared his teeth and felt pain everywhere.
"Concentrate," the old knight was so stern that even the whiskers on his mouth exploded like a hedgehog. He hit Doyle's crooked swordsman with a stick, causing the latter to hiss, "if you really If you can't concentrate, then use pain to help yourself - no, pinching yourself is useful, think about it, think about your most painful, unbearable, and unbearable memories, the ones you can't escape, experience them over and over in your mind, and then , believe me, you will find that you don't want to, and it is a lot of happiness to swing your sword and practice your sword in a boring way."
What's the matter?
D.D shook his head desperately, got up from the ground shaking, and picked up his sword.
Attentive, attentive, attentive.
He retreated to the window, confirming to himself over and over again that this was in the Emerald City, the scene of the murder, not the training ground of the old knight as a child.
The sound of footsteps came, and the enemy carried a knight's long sword and entered the room from the dark corridor, with a gloomy aura all over his body.
In sufficient light, Doyle saw the other party's whole face clearly, and his pupils could not help shrinking.
The man who entered the room was dressed in a special way.
I saw his entire body, chest, arms, legs, and crotch, all wrapped tightly in black cloth of unknown material, not revealing any skin or features, even his head was covered with a dark black face towel and In the hood, only the eye part, wearing a pair of dark action goggles.
He is - D.D staring at each other's attire in disbelief - for fear of being recognized?
Still used to being a late-night, full-time hunter?
"You—"
D.D worked hard to endure, not letting the sentence "Don't you feel too nervous" blurted out:
"What was that trick just now?"
The killer in black stands before him.
"You are much weaker than him," the killer behind the dark goggles gently turned the sword in his hand, his voice was gloomy, "That big guy is very tough, at least eight rounds of it, and he is stronger after hitting three swords. I can't stand it."
D.D jolted, thinking of his comrades.
"What did you do to Glover?"
D.D moved his steps and looked carefully at the corridor:
"Zombie, how are you?"
But Glover did not answer.
The other party said that the zombies carried at least eight rounds...
Damn, it's all my fault for the **** corridor. If I had arrived earlier, I would have been flanking...
But Doyle reacted immediately and panicked: Oops, now, he is the only one left.
The killer in black sneered:
"But also limited."
The voice fell, the enemy bullied him, and the long sword attacked!
No matter how flustered, D.D has to bite the bullet and raise his sword to meet the enemy, which is worthy of a sword.
Damn, the enemy's sword is steady, sharp and deadly.
He gritted his teeth and said to himself: How could such a bad thing happen?
But it's not the hardest thing, but it's even worse...
"Raise your head! You are my son! You are a man from the Doyle family! Humph, it's a big thing, and it's worth being scared like this..." The old man cocked his hips proudly, facing the He snorted.
In my impression, this is the most imposing time for the old baron.
No, here we go again!
D.D shook his head desperately, pulled himself back to reality from his distracted state, and tried his best to block the opponent's sword in front of him - is that how Glover got it? Do you get distracted and fall down?
But he, Guard courtesan Danny Doyle, is weak—ahem, someone with other strengths!
In terms of swordsmanship, fighting, marching and fighting, and reliability, he is not as good as Glover!
Why did you let him be in danger and fight the enemy for life and death!
Isn't this what the protagonist should do?
The enemy's sword moves were fierce, and D.D just felt powerless. After a while, he was hit with a sword in his left hand and had to stagger back.
What to do, what to do?
What should I do?
D.D had to parry and shake his head desperately, trying to think about the current things to avoid falling into inexplicable distractions.
When will the Prince and Terrorblade's backup arrive! Just the terrifying Morgan, or the dragging Nessie, or even that Aarend!
He can't handle it alone!
No, wait, does he really have backup? Does Mallos know he's here?
No, no, no, no, concentrate, don't think about anything else, just think about how to save your life - can you jump out of the window? Looking for a good-looking pose to land? This shameless guy can't chase him down the street in broad daylight, let's chase him to Kongming Palace!
Ah, no, the zombies are still in the hallway, what should he do with this big guy when he's gone - alas, after all, it's all the fault of this big idiot, **** it!
During the chaos of thoughts, Doyle's flaw was finally caught by the enemy, and the black-clothed killer sneered, piercing his defense with one hit!
[Think about, think about your most painful, unbearable and unbearable memories, the ones you can't escape, experience them over and over in your mind, and then...]
The old knight's words sounded again, but this time, he was more severe.
D.D was taken aback.
The tip of the enemy's sword was approaching his head, and there was no way to avoid it.
The girl's voice sounded in the void:
【No, Daniel...you're going to be ashamed of me. ]
At that moment, D.D just felt a smear in his heart.
No.
Crack.
His heart contracted violently.
No.
D.D shivered as he remembered something.
In an instant, he subconsciously moved, dodged, resisted, and avoided the fatal blow at the cost of being slashed by the opponent.
"Huh?" The black-clothed killer asked a question when he missed a hit.
【...I will be ashamed to death. ]
No.
His body is moving, but his heart is crying feebly:
It hurts.
No.
[...I'm ashamed to death. ]
The pain spreads from the heart, spreads all over the body, awakens the power of the end that has been sleeping for a long time, and sends out endless wailing together:
It hurts!
No.
No.
No.
【You are the young master...no. ]
"NO!!!"
Breaking pain in my heart, D.D howled angrily, as if to tear apart all the perceptions in front of him!
At this moment, the power of his ending covered his brain like a spider, the spider feet pierced into his flesh, grabbing all his attention and spirit with unparalleled pain, ordering him to forget those distractions On the screen, ordering him to move, slump his shoulders, swing his sword...
Clang!
During the metal clash, D.D was breathing in a trance, the spider of the power of termination still covering his brain, swinging his legs back and forth mercilessly and coldly, but he couldn't relieve the pain in his heart at all.
Blocking, progressing, forcing opponents to defend...
This sword lures the enemy, the next strikes back...
Find a good position and prepare for the ultimate move...
The feeling of the past has traveled through time and returned to his consciousness and body, those swordsmanship and tactics he once thought he had forgotten for a long time.
But why...
Why, he still hurts so much!
"I misunderstood." The black-clothed killer quickly swung his sword, getting faster and faster, but still had the strength to speak, "You're bigger than that guy—huh?"
D.D is not in the mood to listen to his nonsense, the pain that has nowhere to go drowns his perception like an ocean wave, suffocating him, and he can only vent his anger by roaring:
"No!"
Shhh!
Finally, Doyle's sword edge broke through the opponent's defense and hit the opponent's chest in a "triumph strike" from the old knight professor!
Like a duel of ancient knights, a last-minute slaying sword.
Clang!
The unprecedented metal collision sounded, and the black-clothed killer was a little embarrassed, but he still completely blocked this killing move, retreating seven or eight steps in a row until he exited the room.
Damn!
D.D roared in his heart: Why - why didn't you hit, why wasn't it fatal!
Fuck!
The relentless spider in his brain started to move again, which made him calm down instantly, and immediately realized that the killer in front of him was a master swordsman.
Even my strongest killer move...
"Your 'Triumphal Strike' is too loose and too soft, and it is all supported by one bite," the killer in black stopped outside the room, quietly looking at Doyle, who couldn't breathe, "I have practiced Not enough."
D.D was startled for a moment.
"Are you Joaquin's student? Or his student's student?" The black-clothed killer spoke slowly, slowly pacing into the room, "Even, you have also been a knight attendant before you can learn the 'Ten Forms of the Legion', Including Triumph, right?"
Joaquin.
As soon as the name came out, D.D's thoughts paused for a second.
"Yes, Danny Doyle, these things you learn will be useful, even if the **** years are over, even if knighthood is no longer an honor," the old knight's stick was still sharp, and the beating hurt terribly , and he, he was just thinking about when he would be able to leave the get out of class and find her, "You will face that moment, everyone will, whether it is with a sword or with life."
Joaquin.
Joaquin...
The spider in the brain moves again, pulling D.D back to reality.
I saw the black-clothed killer sneer, but he changed his hand to another sword stand, and his aura also changed.
Strict, atmospheric, strong.
Awesome.
But D.D looked at each other's posture, but was stunned.
This familiar feeling...
The next second, before he could react, the black-clothed killer's offensive resumed, and the two swords of D.D and D.D intersected between the lightning and flint!
The killer in black attacks, spins, and dodges.
D.D blocks, advances, and counterattacks.
With each move, the two attacked and defended, and the response was extremely smooth, like perfectly inlaid building blocks.
It's like I've practiced it a thousand times.
This round didn't last long, and the two of them split at the touch of a button.
D.D looked at the killer in black in shock, and the other party also observed Doyle through the goggles on the mask.
"This is the 'March style', the starting style of the tenth style of the legion," DD said in a trance, "You, old Joaquin, no... Who are you? Who is Mr. Joaquin? He is also his student. ?"
At that moment, the figure of the old knight did not disappear, but became more and more distinct, overlapping with the person in front of him.
But... no, not possible.
According to my father, the old Joaquin's students, attendants, and those who were several rounds of D.D. seniors, aren't they all in the Scarlet Year...
"No wonder."
The killer in black didn't answer him, but smiled to himself.
His laughter is cold and scary, hoarse and unpleasant.
"No wonder you are like him," the killer in black said slowly, with deep-rooted hatred between the lines, "is a loser."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clothed killer suddenly knelt down!
D.D raised his sword subconsciously, only to find that the opponent was not attacking him, but dodging.
Hey!
A stern sword light appeared above the black-clothed killer's head, which was a little worse.
The next second, the black-clothed killer turned around without a moment's pause and used his sword to fight back and forth with the sneak attack three times!
During the transition, the black-clothed killer's sword was fierce, forcing the attackers back.
Seeing the person coming, D.D is overjoyed.
"What, the royal guard," the killer in black looked at each other, "is there a woman now?"
The sneak attacker shook his sword and said coldly, "It will be there soon."
"Ms Miranda!"
D.D exhaled, only to feel that the sky was bright:
"Thank goodness you finally—be careful!"
Before he finished speaking, the killer in black once again attacked Miranda who had come to help!
The female swordsman, not to be outdone, flashed the sword light and faced the enemy.
"Pegasus music," two rounds passed, the killer in black still had time to speak during the battle, "the one that is best to recognize—but also the one that is best to deal with."
Miranda frowned, her sword more powerful.
"He has powers!"
D.D couldn't intervene, and in a hurry, he reminded him:
"It can disturb the mind..."
But he reminded too late.
In D.D's eyes, Miranda's Ying Xiang swam rhythmically towards the killer in black, but paused on the way and drooped crookedly.
It's like falling asleep suddenly.
Miranda's eyes were in a trance and her lips were trembling:
"Okay, but mom, you can't peek, you have to count to a hundred before you come out to me..."
And the killer in black sneered, and the sword edge went towards Miranda's neck.
Oops!
Doyle roared and charged towards Miranda, but he was too late.
No, no, no!
"Bang!"
On hearing a muffled sound, a figure slammed in from outside the door and threw the killer in black against the wall!
Miranda fell to the ground, shaking her head vigorously, trying to regain consciousness.
"Stiff - Glover!"
Seeing the enemy being suppressed, D.D was surprised and delighted:
"Ah you're not dead yet - the hell's the back and forth..."
But Glover ignored him.
The zombie at the moment was covered in blood and looked crazy. He grabbed the black-clothed killer by the neck and pressed him firmly against the wall.
"Teto, little Teto... bastard, what are you doing in my head?"
But just a moment later, Glover shuddered and let go of the black-clothed killer.
"No, no! Okay, I won't cry, I won't cry, I won't shake, I'll hold this apple..."
With a thud, Glover fell to his knees, terrified.
"I know, my ability." Under DD's unbelievable gaze, the killer in black sorted out the clothes that Glover had torn apart and shook his head, "I tried my best to restrain myself, but... you You know, it's like an instinct, no matter how much you hide it, you'll eventually reveal the truth."
He stretched out his hand unconcernedly, pushed the absent-minded Glover down, stepped forward, retrieved his sword, and looked at D.D again.
Doyle looked at his companions in shock: Glover was leaning against the wall, shaking, while Miranda was lying on the ground, struggling to get up.
It was only then that he reacted, and his heart was cold:
Why am I the only one left?
"You're very young," the black-clothed killer turned his head, crackling between his joints, "Was Joaquin supposed to have brought you in in his later years?"
"It's unfortunate, both for you and for him."
Seeing the opponent approaching, D.D swallowed.
That's right, it's really unfortunate to be recruited by that old alcoholic knight.
"You're too weak, little Daniel, you can't endure hardship, you don't have the perseverance and perseverance, let alone the will to see death. Alas, I'm afraid that you won't be able to practice the power of ending in this life, and you won't be able to become a knight. The old knight took a sip of wine and sighed at him under the starry sky, "But it's okay, you know, some people, even if they have the power to end, are not worthy of being knights."
Damn, here it is again, that guy's ability!
D.D patted his head desperately.
[No, Daniel. ]
A familiar and terrifying voice rang in my ears.
It caused countless pains, allowing D.D to dispel his memories and try to overcome the power of the killer in front of him.
"Royal Guard," the spider climbed back into his brain, entered his consciousness in pain, ordered Doyle to return to the mansion, and ordered him to grit his teeth and raise his sword, "Royal Guard I won't let you go."
Well, you don't have to count on the Terrorblade.
I don't know, will Guard Bridge avenge him?
For the sake of the old part?
"The Royal Guard? I have met three, indeed, all of them are very strong," the killer in black didn't care, approaching D.D step by step, "I only killed one of them."
Kill a Royal Guard...
D.D's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously assumed a "marching style".
The killer in black sneered behind the mask:
"Will you be the second?"
Doyle glanced at Glover and Miranda and smiled.
The spider in his brain ruthlessly fiddled with his nerves, forcing him to speak:
"Hopefully the last one."
The killer in black was silent for a few seconds, then slowly raised his sword.
At this moment, Miranda finally woke up and gasped:
"Window."
Doyle stared at the killer in black with all his attention, and was startled when he heard the words:
"What window?"
Clap!
In an instant, with a crisp sound, the glass on the window shattered, startling D.D!
Boom!
With a muffled sound, the black-clothed killer subconsciously raised his hand to block, followed by a violent meal, and fell to the ground.
Down with the glass **** that fell on the ground, D.D was surprised to see: a long arrow pierced through the black-clothed killer's arm, and the tip of the arrow went straight into his chest, I don't know how deep.
Doyle subconsciously turned his head:
Outside the window, on the roof opposite the mansion, Paul Bozdorf has a calm expression, standing with a bow, methodically catching a second arrow.
The big fool is right.
It's still the people from the Western Wilderness who shoot accurately!
The killer in black cursed, propped his sword on the ground, and rushed out of the room howling.
He's injured and can't run far!
D.D was refreshed, and just wanted to call the zombies in the room and the invincible northern steel female soldiers to chase, but they all fell in the room, unable to get up, let alone chase.
But he reacted immediately:
Hey, isn't this the chance for me, Danny Doyle, to single-handedly, make a big contribution, and raise my eyebrows to win back the Little Muppet Bear!
With his mind spinning, Doyle subconsciously took steps ~IndoMTL.com~ to chase after the killer in black.
Haha, this birdman covered in black cloth from head to toe is nothing more than that!
But the moment he took his second step, in D.D's brain, the spider of the power of termination relentlessly retracted its legs.
At that moment, the arm, wrist, calf, back, the scars left by the fight with the killer in black suddenly returned to D.D's feeling, and he cried out in pain and fell down with a plop.
Fuck!
Why is it so painful!
"Don't worry, we're just the first backup, and there's a net outside the house," Miranda rubbed her temples and gritted her teeth, "don't chase him, he can't escape—ah, this **** illusion."
Yes.
In that case, um.
D.D made up his mind in the pain and sacrificed himself for others:
Let the opportunity to make great achievements be given to others - there must be someone who needs it more than me.
More...
Remembering the skills of the black-clothed killer just now, D.D gasped in exhaustion, with lingering fears.
[No, Daniel. ]
D.D shudders suddenly.
This is, what is this?
Didn't the killer in black escape?
Why, why is his power still affecting me...
[No, Daniel. ]
At this moment, Danny Doyle stared blankly at the unconscious Glover, suddenly feeling a chill on his wrist.
That's a drop of water.
Is it raining?
No, that's not rain.
One drop, two drops, three drops... more and more drops fell on his hands.
The next second, the spider lying in his brain completely shrank back.
D.D is taken aback.
What... what's going on?
In the messy room, D.D trembled and realized that before he knew it, he had already burst into tears.