Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 17: Luck is really bad (below)

Ada shook her head, staring at Kaslan, as if to find the answer.

She doesn't understand.

Caslan didn't let her wait too long.

"Many years ago..." The white-haired old man spoke slowly, answering Edda's doubts.

"I killed Shila Dark Thunder at Thirty-Eight Watch, but he hit his left chest with a fist," Kaslan stroked his left chest, looking at the side of him with complicated eyes I took the scimitar, looked at the Soul Slaughter Gun, and sighed: "I don't know how many ribs were broken... I was already wailing and waiting for death."

Ada's face changed.

"At that time, a crazy military doctor named Ramon, and a short craftsman with a very long name..."

"With a little luck, some means and some ideas that I don't know if I was a genius or a lunatic, they snatched me back from the prison river ferryman." Caslan gave a wry smile and knocked himself of.

Clang! clang!

A strange voice came from his chest, and it didn't sound like human tissue.

This voice...

Ada froze, her eyes slowly widening.

Caslan sighed and told the truth: "The two guys replaced and straightened my poor ribs with special metal... God, that kind of pain has tortured me for a whole year. "

There was a moment of silence between the two.

Until Edda, after being shocked, retrieved her long forgotten breath.

Seeing the elf's astonishment on her face, her pupils slowly shrank: "Made of metal...ribs? How did it do it?"

Not possible.

The fragile human body, no matter it is to control bleeding or deal with broken bones, it is impossible to withstand it...

Caslan took a painful breath, and his lungs were like a broken bellows, making terrible winds.

"I don't know...cough cough...," Kaslan coughed violently and vomited a mouthful of blood: "Listen to the crazy military doctor, they used some taboo methods that are not allowed..."

"After that, they were taken away by people in the dark room and disappeared without a trace."

Ada closed her eyes and frowned fiercely.

"So," she shook her head regretfully in a cold sweat: "My knife cut into your chest, but it got stuck in the metal."

"That's why I just couldn't kill you just now."

Caslan let out a bleak laugh:

"Yes."

"If you change to a narrower dagger or dagger, you only need to pierce the blood vessel and I will die."

"But you just used a scimitar with such an exaggerated arc." The old man shook his head, his eyes full of subtle emotions.

Ada did not speak, lying on the ground unable to move, she just let out a breath of helplessness.

"Also because of that'accident', my lungs were severely injured, and I still tortured my breathing-I don't know how long I can live," Kaslan breathed in pain, coughing up bleeding foam: "After a few minutes, I won't be able to hold on."

Ada's face moved again, and her mouth opened into an "o" shape.

"What?" Enduring the severe pain, she straightened up desperately, staring exaggeratedly, "I knew..."

Caslan smiled bitterly at her and nodded.

Ada didn't seem to be conscious of the defeated. She let out a regretful breath and fell back to the ground with a grieved expression.

He.

Mom.

of.

If I knew it, I continued to drag on.

Why are you desperate?

"And your ability really opened my eyes," Kaslan patted his chest, then sneered after a burst of cough: "Fortunately, when we first met, I didn't think about this past in my mind. Otherwise, you must be prepared..."

Ada shook her head unconsciously with an expression of impossibility.

"You are also very smart, boy," she said listlessly: "Leave only the two thoughts of'live' and'kill him' in her mind, and then give everything to her instinct... I can’t read anything from my'consciousness'."

Caslan's smile froze.

He lowered his head, his gray hair fluttering behind his head.

"That's not smart," he said lightly, his eyes dim and his tone low.

"On the cruelest battlefield," Kaslan closed his eyes and said slowly: "You only have these two thoughts."

Ada raised an eyebrow.

"Really," the elf seemed to be looking for something to ignore the sharp pain in her shoulders, and saw her bulging one of her cheeks, letting out a sigh of boredom from the corner of her mouth, and then silently said: "Although she is not very young , Only more than sixty years old, but... it seems that you have a rich battlefield experience."

"Battlefield?"

This time, Kaslan's voice was very determined: "That is hell."

"It is the boundless **** that turns normal people into monsters."

"There, there are only two kinds of people."

"The dead, and those who are dying."

Ada on the ground rolled her eyes.

"Thank you, although I don’t remember very clearly," Kaslan seemed to have improved a lot, only to hear him say in a low voice: "But, the feeling just now...It’s like returning to those hells, facing four in an instant. Five different and terrifying opponents."

"Forcing all my potential out again."

Ada snorted softly.

Four or five opponents?

He even felt these things.

Ada looked at the sky and asked weakly: "The raging sea is violent, right?"

Caslan's eyebrows moved, seeming a little surprised.

"You found out," a few seconds later, the old man smiled slightly: "I always thought that my power of ending was very concealed-when I was in the military, everyone thought it was melting of the glacier."

Ada nodded with a sense of innocence: "The raging sea, the rare power of ending, has a small increase in power and speed, but it can give you a super instinctive reaction to deal with all changes in an instant."

"It's like the sea," Kaslan sighed and affirmed: "No matter how terrible the stormy waves are, the sea is always the same, and it will not shake for thousands of years."

Ada shrugged, but this action caused a serious injury to her right shoulder, making her grin again.

"Although there are some differences, the kid Kayla also has the same end power," Edda hissed and gritted his teeth, "I just remembered when you swept that shot."

Kaslan's expression moved again.

"Prince Keira?" Kaslan's tone was filled with excitement and excitement: "It is an honor to be able to compare with the legendary ‘Wolf Enemy’."

But Ada just slumped her face, lying on the ground shaking her head like a child who refused to give up.

"Damn it, if I didn't recognize it, I wouldn't decide to risk that knife," she stopped shaking her head, with a pitiful expression, and said sadly: "Injury for life, to Break the game-this is the best way to face Kayla and the raging sea."

Caslan smiled slightly and nodded slowly.

"Sure enough, the holy elves who made their home by war killing are different from the conservative white elves. Even if you give up your abilities, you are still a terrible warrior." Kaslan glanced at Edda and sighed. Said: "After all, you are not those guys who only know how to shoot arrows."

"I'll accept your compliment, kid." Edda exhaled boredly.

The two were silent for a few seconds.

"And you still know the'Wolf Enemy' a hundred years ago... The so-called immortal, hundreds of thousands of years of experience is really not a joke," Kaslan said slowly: "Instructor Edda, you can ask you Is his age?"

"Age?" Edda's eyes widened, and her eyes rolled round and round: "Wait, let me convert..."

At that moment, Edda's eyes suddenly became deep.

"Age." She said flatly.

"I was born in the ninth century after the Dragon Slaying War, and in the fourth century after the war of survival, on the eve of the wilting of the immortal tree." Edda's tone became very low, but he had a sense of stability.

"Same age as the empire."

There was a little more in her eyes, and it settled down quietly.

Caslan was startled, and the elf felt like an innocent child at that moment, suddenly becoming a mature adult.

"The Dragon Slaying War?" Kaslan asked tentatively.

"The last large-scale war between the elves and the dragon," Edda said lightly: "Humans also participated in the war as the servants of the elves."

"And at the end of the war, your own defense against the ancient orcs is called the Battle of the Saints."

Caslan was shocked.

The battle of chasing the saints, isn’t that...

But the next second, Edda shook her head.

"But it's very late for me to come of age," her tone softened immediately, and she replied to her previous nonchalant: "It took a full one thousand and eight hundred years, and it didn't come of age until the eve of the Third Continental War."

Ada wailed in her heart and sighed:

Unlike the eldest sister-the pervert who became an adult after three hours of birth.

Well, I can't let her know about this abdominal scandal.

Forget about forgetting, forget about it quickly.

Caslan frowned.

The same age as... the ancient empire?

So, the two-thousand-year-old wizard?

Even from adulthood, he is more than 300 years old.

Caslan watched the elves lying on the ground quietly, and sighed: "The extreme state among the elves, the monsters piled up with time and experience."

"If you lose, you lose," Edda snorted indifferently. "Furthermore, among the humans who are inexperienced and can only rely on reaction and wit to make up for their disadvantages, you are also very good."

"It's just that you have bad luck." Kaslan smiled kindly and knocked on his chest.

"Yeah, bad luck,"

"First I met a fighter who can close my own consciousness and thoughts and restrained my greatest advantage," Edda spread his hands and said helplessly: "Then, he actually has a steel rib."

Kaslan laughed, and the old man coughed violently after the laughter caused his old lung injury.

"Fighting with you...cough cough... is the honor of my old age," Kaslan's face was painful, he grabbed his own soul-killing gun in a heart-piercing cough, and said with all his strength: "Retiring After that, I can fight against Thacker’s instructors... I can’t even think about it."

Ada twitched at the corner of her mouth.

The next second, her face changed.

I saw Kaslan stretch out his hand and picked up the Soul Slaughter Gun.

Ada's heart darkened.

The old man let out a long sigh and turned his hands on the legendary anti-magic weapon.

The spear head slowly aimed at the elf on the ground.

Looking at the dark and ferocious blade of the gun, Edda gave a groan in her heart.

The elf showed eight nice teeth and gave an ugly smile.

"I said, can we make a discussion..."

I don’t know if it’s pain or frustration. I saw Edda crying and whispering to the owner of the Soul Slaughter Gun: "Legendary Anti-Magic Armies can't be abused, right..."

But the next moment, Kaslan's behavior made her stunned.

I saw the old man smile slightly, put the tip of his gun on the ground, and slowly stood up.

Caslan leaned on the support of the spear and turned and stepped over Edda's side.

"I'm leaving, Instructor Edda."

He limped away and said with a smile, "You have to take care."

Ada's expression froze.

"Huh?" Edda clutched his right shoulder, and was puzzled in an expression of pain: "Are you not going to kill me?"

"Don't plan to capture me?"

Caslan exhaled, smiled and shook his head.

"I have achieved the goal,'solve the extreme master'," the tavern owner said with emotion: "And you have lost your combat effectiveness and cannot affect the situation, that's enough."

Ada opened his eyes wide, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.

The next moment, I saw this elf grinning:

"That's it...Does your old convention agree?"

Kaslan was taken aback when he heard the words.

What?

He smiled immediately and said helplessly: "That's right, since you have said so, after all, it is not easy to have a relationship..."

Caslan drew out the soul-killing gun that was lying on the ground: "Then I will do what you want..."

Ada changed color instantly.

"Eh eh eh, let me just say it casually..." Edda's face changed back to crying mode within a second: "Look at me like this..."

Caslan laughed.

But after a few seconds, Kaslan smiled slightly.

His expression slowly darkened, and his eyebrows twisted, making him look a bit painful.

"What I am doing is an unforgivable thing."

Caslan lowered his head and looked at the scimitar on the ground, his eyes were full of complex and deep emotions, his tone was heavy, and his words were bleak.

Ada's eyes narrowed slightly.

"But I can't look back anymore," he saw Kaslan staring in a daze, and subconsciously whispered: "At least, at the last moment, do something trivial to make up for and comfort yourself."

Ada looked at him blankly.

I saw Kaslan raised his head and left this messy street with the Soul Slaughter Spear.

A few seconds later~IndoMTL.com~ Edda struggled to sit up, pale from the pain in his right shoulder, cold and sweaty.

"Hey, kid boy." Looking at Kaslan's back, Edda hesitated, then breathed out a few words:

"There will be a period later."

Caslan's back figure paused slightly.

Turning his back to Edda, he suddenly laughed.

Laughter is long and desolate.

"No."

Caslan didn't look back, just plainly.

"Instructor Edda, I have a hunch," the old man raised his head and looked at the Palace of Valor in the distance. His white hair was fluttering in the wind, messy: "We are afraid..."

Caslan sighed and shook his head:

"...it will be indefinite afterwards."