Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 179: Brothers and feet

Step, step, step...

Perhaps because the severely damaged hearing has just recovered, and the sudden sound of footsteps in the dim dungeon is particularly frightening.

The imperfect royal guards reacted very quickly, and everyone immediately extinguished the fire, holding their breath.

Chasing soldiers?

So fast?

This was Thales' first thought after being chased for half a month.

Step, step, step...

Beletti made a light gesture, and the whole guard quietly and quickly spread out to both sides of the passage, finding the location of the ambush, with the weapon in hand, and waiting.

Tyles was pushed behind him by Barney, and even the fast rope was pulled into the corner by Brie.

Step, step, step...

The sound of footsteps is getting closer, and the corners of the passage gradually light up.

The prince can know without listening, everyone's heartbeat is slowly accelerating.

Beletti in the darkness aimed the blade at the corner, preparing for a sudden blow.

Until the owner of the footsteps appeared from the corner holding a torch.

"Cannon!"

Naki was the first to shout out in surprise.

"The alert is lifted," Belletti breathed a sigh of relief and patted the nervous little Barney behind him, warmly said:

"It's Cannon."

"Our trailing scout ride."

The guards let out a sigh of relief, put away their weapons, and lighted the torches.

It’s Cannon.

Thyls also let go of his nervousness and anticipation.

Not him.

One of the seven guard prisoners, Cannon, who had just walked from the corner with a torch, looked at everyone's expressions and understood something.

"You know, you almost scared us out of shit!"

Naki shook his shoulders, with a rare expression on his face, and punched Cannon on the chest hard.

Cannon shook slightly and lowered his head:

"Sorry, my ears have not fully recovered."

Cannon pointed to his left ear, flinching:

"You can only control the sound of footsteps by habit."

"And my scouting skills have also regressed..."

Little Barney patted him on the shoulder, seemingly pleased.

"No, you did a great job, Cannon, as always," Barney grinned hard:

"What happened next?"

Hearing this, the faces of the guards constricted slightly.

Cannon handed the torch to Naki, with a serious expression:

"He should have recovered a little vision, perhaps hearing, treated the wound, lit a torch, and walked against the wall, not fast, but..."

He paused and looked at everyone:

"He followed the right direction."

Following the right direction?

Everyone is in disguise.

Thyls was also embarrassed, knowing who Cannon was talking about.

"I left a few traps, but I don't think it will take him too long...Sackel is familiar with all the tricks of Vanguard Wings." Cannon's voice became lower and lower.

The atmosphere became solemn and rigid.

Barney was silent, seeming to be thinking.

"Can we ambush him?" This was a frowning Belletti.

"I don't think so," the second logistics officer Nai shook his head:

"I don't need an evaluation to see that we are not the best time to meet the enemy. If we hope that Saker's condition is worse than ours..."

"We will lose even worse." Tardin closed the proposal with a sigh.

The look of the guards was even darker, which made Thales secretly screamed.

Naki watched the looks of the crowd and coughed:

"Big guys, I don't think the top priority is to face-to-face with Sackel, in fact, I think we can avoid it..."

Tyles noticed that although Nucky was watching everyone say this, his eyes were always on the quiet little Barney, seeming to know the key here.

Everyone did not speak knowingly, just waiting for the vanguard officer's decision.

Finally, Barney raised his head after a brief eyebrow shift, exhaling:

"Naki is right."

Thyls swears, he feels more or less relieved.

"From now on, our first goal is no longer to kill Thacker," Jr. Barney turned to Thales, his eyes shining with strange light:

"It is to protect this highness."

Thyls' eyebrows beat.

He awkwardly returned a friendly smile at several volleys of eyes.

"Perhaps you should be thankful, they are quite loyal?" Quickline whispered to Thales.

No.

Not all loyalty.

Thyls looked back at Barney's expectant eyes and said silently in his heart.

"Then we will hurry up, stop resting, and continue walking down," the leader Semuel stepped forward and glanced at Barney Barney:

"Maybe I can find the exit before he catches up."

Little Barney frowned.

"Wait, go down?"

He looked at the other colleagues in surprise:

"Aren't we going to the ground?"

When Belletti sighed and Semir explained the whole story in a cold tone, Barney's entire face was black.

But faced with the slightly embarrassing expressions of other people, he didn't say anything after all, just squeezed his fists, and urged everyone to continue down.

So the royal guard and the two princes continued to move forward, but this time, their pace was much haste.

"You better find the so-called exit, Semir."

Barney Jr. walked to the front of the team, side by side with Semir.

He pressed his emotions in his heart and his tone was steady, but Thales could feel the dissatisfaction of the vanguard:

"Otherwise, everything we do today will be meaningless."

Semuel surprisingly did not refute, he just glanced at Barney deeply and moved on.

A group of people walked silently in the deep darkness, a little less relaxed and a little heavier.

Semir led the head forward, recalling what Ricky had said to him, while discussing the route with Penalty Officer Beletti who knew something about the prison of bones behind him.

Barney Jr. occasionally joins discussions, but his communication with Semir is still stiff.

Behind the vanguard, there were trembling Thales and the fast rope, and Nakey and Nye stood by their side, keeping every step of the way.

Bry and Tardin, unable to speak, are blocked behind them like two iron walls, acting as a second barrier.

Cannon is still at the end, always paying attention to the movement behind him.

In a few minutes, they walked down many stone steps and finally came to the empty hall on the last floor again.

The moment the torch illuminates the surroundings, everyone's expressions freeze.

The corpse.

The corpses all over the floor.

The mercenaries of the Sword of Disaster.

There were more than two dozen of them, lying on the floor scattered, from the far corner to the floor tiles under their feet, enough blood flowed out of this hall.

These people died in different ways. Some died by decapitation, some suffered throat cuts, some neck bones showed irregular shapes, some were nailed through their bodies by crossbow arrows, and even more Chisel the terribly large axe firmly into the wall.

Without exception, their faces still have horror before death.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Thales almost thought that the blood magician was back.

"This guy died from his companion's sword, this one had seven or eight wounds, and it should have been held as a human shield...and the one on the wall, it should have been on the offensive, bumped into the side unfortunately. The axe."

Little Barney passed the corpses sternly, looking unnatural.

"It's Saker."

"It was his warm-up work when he was just released from prison."

Semuel looked at these familiar or unfamiliar corpses faces blankly, and stepped over the abdomen corpse under his feet.

Naki swallowed softly.

As the guard advances, the pool of blood on the ground changes from sparse to dense, and finally points to a passage.

Thyls looked at the deep passage leading to Thacker’s cell, looked at the blood in front of him, frowned deeply.

He remembered that he and Yordel were from there, out of Thacker’s prison.

And after they left...

He remembered that Thacker said that the swords of disaster "ran away."

Run away?

"They must think that they have many people, and there is only one other party, so they all swarmed..." Belletti raised the torch and looked at the horror of the world, slowly shaking her head:

"This time, they don't know what they are facing."

"Forty Blade Guards...Wow!" The quick rope with a green face murmured subconsciously, and accidentally stepped on a blood clot that I didn't know if it was an intestine or something.

The Chaos Army.

Thyls muttered the term silently in his heart, and his nerves tightened.

He stepped past a mercenary with a crossbow bolt in his left eye socket.

"I guess," Naki kicked a corpse holding a short knife into his chest, sighing:

"He is kind to us, isn't he."

No one answered him.

"Here," Semuel walked through the crimson passage leading to Thaker’s cell, illuminating another fork in the road:

"Ricky said, this leads to the storage room."

Thyls turned his steps, trying not to look at the mess on the ground. He looked at the square, which looked like an aisle set aside for cargo.

Compared to the other two roads, it looks unremarkable.

"Ricky said that the Tower of Alchemy has a secret tradition: always be prepared for war." Semir's face is complicated:

"The storage room is one of them."

He held the torch, stepped forward, and walked into the passage first.

The rest of the guards looked at each other.

Barney Jr. glanced behind him, sighed and followed, the others shrugged helplessly, and filed in.

"How did you know here? How did you know the secret that even the kingdom has not discovered? Found a forbidden mage's handwriting?"

Barney pulled aside a thick spider web, carefully illuminating the surroundings.

"The place where Ricky came from did some research on these things," Samuel did not look back, stepping forward:

"Guess from his hateful tone, they may be—at least they may have been enemies of the wizard before, and they have studied how to deal with wizards and magic."

Thyls frowned slightly when he heard this.

The place where Ricky was born...

So, the organization of the Disaster Swords is not so pure, at least many people joined halfway.

"Then you said, Ricky, how did he become the sword of disaster?" Barney asked.

"Unknown, every inheritor outside the tower has its own story, especially the leader, and most of them are full of bitterness and difficulty." Semir shook his head.

"Including you, right." Little Barney said deeply.

Faced with the seemingly bad spy, Semir's footsteps paused slightly.

But he only hesitated for a few tenths of a second.

"What about you," Semir walked over a short three-step stairs, quietly said:

"If you can go out, what do you plan to do?"

"Escort this prince to the royal capital, help him to the throne, and watch him ascend to the throne to complete your guard oath?"

Hearing these words, all the members of the royal guard were slightly stagnant.

Thyls was suddenly embarrassed by the unprovoked glances from everyone.

Barney was silent for a few seconds.

"More than that."

"Brothers who died in vain, they must have an explanation."

Little Barney’s words echoed in the dusty and cobweb tunnel, with unshakable determination:

"The truth of the year must be revealed to the world."

Thyls shook slightly.

The truth of the year...

The guards were silent, only Bree hummed a few words, meaning unknown, and Nakey patted him immediately.

But Semir responded to Barney with a sarcastic tone:

"The truth? You mean that Saker said about the cooperation between the king and the disaster?"

He sneered in front of the team:

"If that is true, based on what I know about Kessel, whether from the perspective of the stars or the royal family, he will never admit it to death."

Semir's words are very cold:

"He would rather you be buried in the grave forever, together with secrets and shame, unknown forever."

"Even if you saved his precious son."

As soon as this statement came out, the royal guard became more silent, and only heard hurried footsteps.

Barney did not answer.

Tyles tightened his lips, feeling a little melancholy.

He knew that what Semir said was probably true.

He wanted to say something, at least to refute Semir and to inspire others.

But what can he say?

I will try to vindicate you when I return to the capital?

Thinking of King Kessel's cold face and the gloomy eyes of the Black Prophet, Thales covered his lips again, feeling heavy with his tongue, and felt sad.

Quickline obviously understands the atmosphere, he shrank behind Thales very honestly, and did not dare to take a breath.

Naki coughed.

"Um, Barney?"

His voice rang behind Thales, sounded quite trembling:

"I was thinking, maybe we need to hide some of the truth..."

At this moment, Barney suddenly spoke and interrupted Nakey:

"That's why we need this prince more."

Thyls froze.

He crossed the crowd and saw Barney Jr. from behind, but the latter did not turn around, just stubbornly moved forward.

Just listen to Barney's quiet way:

"He is more fortunate than us, and even more fortunate than the first kings and princes. He was born after the tragedy and is not covered by the shadows of the year."

"I believe that compared with the king on the throne, he is more qualified to handle this matter properly than the monarchs in the Fuxing Palace, and he is a person who can help the truth of the year."

"Like just now, if he doesn't want to leave his companions behind, then he will definitely understand us."

"Understand the souls of the dead eighteen years ago, understand the grievances of eighteen years."

The breathing disorder in the guard became disturbed.

During the difficult trek, a few steps even deviated from the original rhythm.

Tyles listened to his words, bearing the eyes floating back and forth, only feeling that his shoulders were getting heavier.

"At least, I believe he can find the best way to reveal the truth for us and preserve the reputation of the royal family."

Barney’s voice is intermittent, which sounds rather difficult:

"No matter how difficult it is, how long it takes."

There were many sighs in the team.

Thyls lowered his head.

No one knows what he is thinking.

Only the fast rope patted his back lightly, and there was an inaudible sigh,

"That's why you tried so hard to protect him," Semir said quietly, his tone seemed even more tired than before:

"Do you see him as your savior?"

"As the savior of the royal guards?"

Thyls's eyes were in a daze.

Little Barney snorted, with a little loneliness.

"At least."

He is fascinated and authentic:

"I hope that, including us, the forty-six-forty-five royal guards who were imprisoned that year will no longer have to bear the shame of collaborating with the enemy and treason."

"The entire guard, no longer has to suffer for the heinous crime committed by a certain individual, and will be tortured for eighteen years, and will not be able to look at it after death."

"We no longer need to cry in the night, tremble in nightmares, and rot in guilt."

Many of the guards turned their heads and looked to the sides of the passage.

There seems to be something worth observing there.

There was a hint of relief in Barney’s voice:

"That's enough."

Semir did not reply to him again.

Everyone's footsteps remained the same, but Thales felt that his footsteps were heavier.

Little Barney took a deep breath, as if he had recovered from the emotion he had just received, and his tone rose slightly:

"So, yes, we will clear the stigma from our bodies, and the hall is returning to Wing Star City. At least we can see our family again."

He has a little hope:

"I remember ~IndoMTL.com~ Nye had a newborn daughter..."

Nye walking behind him sighed.

Just now.

"Barney."

Naki spoke suddenly.

His tone is very lost, very frightened, like a confused child:

"Then...what about Saker?"

Hearing the name, it seemed that the fire around him dimmed for a second.

After a while, Barney’s tone changed back to indifference as expected:

"Ah, that traitor..."

He snorted softly, and his words revealed strong disdain and unstoppable hatred:

"Sacuel's scandal must and will definitely be made public."

"The whole star, the whole world will know his evil deeds and shamelessness, and he will pay for his betrayal."

The guard was immersed in the frost again.

As if Barney gritted his teeth, the surrounding temperature dropped:

"Whether he is alive or after death, he will always bear the traitor's notoriety and torture."

Thyls felt that Nucky beside him stopped talking.

Just listen to Barney's cold snort:

"Yes, we will, we will eventually find him, find rest-whether it is ours or his."

Naki took a deep breath:

"But Saker, he used to be...be one of us after all."

"It is also one of the royal guards."

His tone is full of hesitation and pain.

Everyone is silent.

Little Barney frowned:

"What do you mean?"

Thyls was trembling all over when he saw Naki lower his head:

"I think, whether it is him or us, everyone has suffered enough injuries."

He seemed to be enduring something, and finally squeezed out a few emotional words:

"Why do you want to...brother?"

(End of this chapter)