Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 195: Bad Blood

"I remembered, Lausanne, Lausanne - the name has an allusion."

On a remote path, Thales looked at the celebration fireworks rising in the distance, and suddenly opened his mouth.

"What?"

Siley came from behind him, walking erratically and looking sullen.

"This is not a common name, it's a literary character, no, maybe there is someone in history," Thales pulled his chin, thoughtfully, "A hundred or two years ago, 'Bad Blood' Lausanne was golden The notorious robber in the corridor has committed countless crimes and crimes in his life."

"How did you know that?" said Hillage.

"Bards, knights and plays." Thales shrugged.

Especially the ones that are kept in Nakaru's library and can't be seen in Xingchen Country.

"Oh, His Royal Highness is very knowledgeable..."

Slimani, who was walking in the third, first looked in admiration, and then said in doubt:

"But Bad Blood Lausanne? Bad Blood? Why call him that?"

Behind the defense attorney, Glover turned his head left and right: Rolfe was holding a prosthetic leg, leaning on one shoulder, and walking hard, Catherine clutching her broken arm, leaning on his other shoulder, trembling Trembling.

Both of them looked tired and groaned from time to time.

And Glover, who was a human walking stick, was caught in the middle and could only sigh helplessly.

He would rather stay under the piers and fight that Lausanne II to the death.

"Because of Lausanne, I mean Lausanne 'I', at least in literature, was a despicable knight who betrayed his lord and creed," Thales recalled, "More than that, he killed his own father and Teacher, betrayed the family and committed a heinous crime that the world cannot tolerate, just to prove that he is better than them."

This made everyone frown.

"It's heinous to hear it," Slimani said.

"Bad blood," Glover murmured.

Tales nodded:

"In some works, he has other nicknames - 'Bad Son', 'Sin', 'Black Knight', 'Sword of Betrayal', but basically the same. That black-clothed killer, he Since there is a nickname like 'Lausanne II', it may be..."

“It must be Turnbull,” Kathleen the Magic Blade said sullenly, “That old man is illiterate and likes to pretend, so he likes to watch dramas, and then make jokes and pretend, his subordinates We have to flatter him 'The gangster knows so much.'"

Catherine snorted.

"Wait, Black Sheep, I have an impression of you saying that," Sheila tried to recall, "but I remember that he was only a supporting character. In a story with him, the real protagonist should be..."

"The 'Wolf Enemy' Keira." Thales affirmed.

The crowd made a sudden "oh" sound.

The prince raised his head and watched the fireworks of different colors explode above the sky:

“As the most popular and romantic heroic protagonist in modern adventure works, Kayla Shinsing has—created by the minstrels—innumerable enemies and opponents, some based on historical facts, Some are purely fictitious. But even among so many enemies of 'Wolf Enemy', 'Bad Blood' can be regarded as the most cruel, vicious, despicable and cunning one, with superb martial arts and amazing ingenuity, but unprincipled, which makes people live fear."

These adjectives made the crowd quiet for a while.

"Then Lausanne 'II'... II..." Srimani pondered.

"Please, tell me he died, terribly." Hillary looked exhausted.

"Well, in most stories, Bad Blood Lausanne was finally defeated by the wolf enemy and died with hatred, but in a few endings..."

Tales raised his head with a solemn expression:

"They died together."

There is silence around.

Tales reacted and quickly scratched his head and smiled:

"It doesn't matter, no matter what the Lausanne in the story is, but that Lausanne II, he can be considered in our hands, and then we will flatten and round him how we want to..."

"No." Kathleen said suddenly.

I saw her startled for a while, ignoring the strange eyes of others, and looked at Thales:

"I believe your bodyguards are strong, Your Highness, well-trained and skilled, but, but..."

She hesitated.

Tales wondered:

"Catherine?"

The Phantom Blade took a deep breath.

"I saw Lausanne II kill people when I was young, and it was horrific," she worried, "but just now I had a feeling that he was stronger than ever."

More powerful than ever?

Everyone has a meal.

"Stop kidding! Everyone gets old!"

Slimani smiled reluctantly, trying to convince others and himself: "And he is only one person, and Your Highness Thales, your prince's guard must be full of the kingdom's top experts, guarding the royal family, he is not The law has conquered so many..."

"He doesn't need to defeat them," Catherine shook her head. "Lausanne just needs to get out of the siege and hide in the shadowy corner, and then we, we can only continue to be afraid."

Slimani's smile disappeared.

Tales swallowed his throat, feeling the need to boost his morale.

"Listen, I know he's awesome, otherwise he wouldn't have this nickname, but..."

But Kathleen thought through something, and said through gritted teeth:

"Your Highness!"

She leaned against Glover and limped faster:

"Please, please send someone to Beimen Bridge."

Slimani frowned: "Brotherhood?"

Catherine nodded, gasping for breath:

"Go to 'Alpha Wolf' Lazance Feiso, tell him, tell him what happened, and let him find it - the Black Sword."

Tales' expression moved.

The crowd was quiet again.

"Black Sword?"

Slimani was taken aback:

"Black Sword? That legendary brotherhood leader who can sorcery and immortality?"

"He's not a legend, and he doesn't know witchcraft," Kathleen shook her head and snorted, "but, yes, he's really annoying."

Tales couldn't help but said, "Is it necessary?"

"Facing Lausanne, this is the only way, only with this level of expert, we can have a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, when Lausanne II escapes and recuperates, he will come to the door," Kathleen was very firm, "no matter what. It's me or him, we all have to die."

And you can't protect me.

Tales heard what she didn't say.

Okay.

"That's easy, I'll write a letter to Fuxing Palace," Thales calmly replied with a smile, "Bring Araka Mu or Roman-oh, I mean transfer Kingdom Wrath or Legendary Wings over here. , sit down and help?"

The prince looked so confident, so confident that even Ciel couldn't help but admire him.

Slimani was in high spirits when he heard the words, straightened his back, and swept away the bad luck:

"Hey, then Lausanne II is a mere beetle thief, where can I use the two big drivers of labor..."

Only Glover who had been to the Western Wilderness and Rolfe who had been to the fortress looked at each other with strange expressions.

And Kathleen stared at Thales, who was sure, for a long time, as if seeing through something.

When Thales was unbearable, thinking about whether to cough to divert her attention, Kathleen sighed.

"I know, Your Highness, what you are talking about are all unparalleled masters, they are the gods of death on the battlefield, and the fierce generals in the army, but," Huan Blade was worried, she glanced at Rolf, but The latter didn't dare to look at her, "It's different, Lausanne II, he is an executioner walking in the city streets."

Everyone froze when they heard the sound.

"They may be able to beat him, beat him, and push him back, but they can't kill him, and they can't catch him."

Catherine's expression became more determined:

"Only one person, one person can."

Feeling the other party's eyes, Thales frowned.

"Listen, I've seen Black Sword, and I've even seen him fight, I know he's very strong, but as for that Lausanne II, no matter what the meaning of the nickname is, what does it have to do with 'Bad Blood'... "

The prince sighed, suspiciously:

"Can he match the Black Sword?"

Catherine froze.

"Compared to?"

A few seconds later, the former boss of the Blood Bottle Gang laughed.

"Hahahaha, young prince, you know what," she looked at the ground with a sad and gloomy expression, "Back then, when Heijian first became famous, we said this..."

Catherine raised her head, her eyes cold:

"Can he match Lausanne?"

The breeze was blowing, the fireworks were bright, and the crowd marched silently, not saying a word.

Tales exhaled:

"I see what you mean, yes, maybe Black Sword is the only one who has defeated Lausanne..."

But Kathleen interrupts him.

"No, he didn't."

Phantom Blade lowered his head.

"It's someone else," she said faintly, "Turnbull did die at the hands of the Black Sword, but back then, he really defeated Lausanne II and made him lose..."

Catherine raised her head with a vicious look:

"Someone else."

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"Hold him! Don't let him move!"

Amid the roar of Toledo, the battle under the piers is fierce and fierce:

Lausanne II was besieged by four people, dodging in the shadows of swords, lights and swords, pick and roll, embarrassed and thrilling, the rest of the guard guards the periphery, eyeing tigers, ready to go up at any time.

"I'm going to seal his sword, you've got it right-"

"Follow, hold the perimeter!"

"Greeting to the trunk and limbs, catch alive!"

"Isn't it okay to die? Isn't it revenge?"

"That's cheap!"

"Put him to a corner!"

"It's not you, Neshi, just take your place!"

Except for the four people facing the enemy in the innermost layer, the others also echoed and reminded each other, or sought cooperation, or relieved pressure. Their positions moved slowly with the change of the battle center, but in Toledo Under the command of , the formation of the guards was always fixed in the range under the bridge pier, preventing Lausanne II from breaking through and escaping.

At this moment, Lausanne II, who avoided Morgan's ultimate move, turned around, flipped his wrist, and rushed towards Conmutuo behind him!

"Substitution!"

Standing high and staring at the battle situation, Mallos suddenly shouted:

"Now!"

When many people didn't react, Miranda, who was resting with his sword on the side, dodged and stepped forward to take Lausanne's counterattack. The timing was right, allowing the breathless Conmutuo to retreat and retreat to the periphery to rest. .

Lausang snorted, but Capone's axe had already been smashed from the side, so he had to give up the pursuit and turn around to dodge.

Marios exhaled, his brows tightening.

"It's been almost a quarter of an hour, and the frontal siege has changed for the second round." Hugo Forby, the flag leader, came to him. "It's much more difficult than I thought."

Marios did not speak, still staring intently at Lausanne in the fierce battle.

Hugo, nicknamed "Ghost", squinted his eyes and watched Lausanne II find a space in the four-person siege, occasionally fighting with the fifth person on the periphery, and said:

"Tsk tsk tsk, single-handedly, but not afraid of being besieged by many people, does this remind you of anyone?"

But Mallos shook his head.

"No, the genius you are talking about relies on unparalleled perception and observation, instantly receives all the meticulous information in the battle situation, and integrates the entire battlefield into a whole. In the eyes of that person, What he faced was not a siege by many people, but a multi-headed and multi-limbed monster with many loopholes, self-contradictions, and extremely poor coordination.

Hugo chuckled softly:

"That's why you arranged this strangulation formation. Four people are the main attack, no more or no less, matching shots, waiting for opportunities to rotate, and specializing in masters of the extreme realm?"

While he was talking, Capone and Oskarsen pressed on together, one attacked and the other blocked, and Miranda, who had rested, forced Lausanne II to be unable to resist, so he had to step back again, at the least The sword is drawn from a comfortable angle, and it is close to Morgan's dangerous double swords.

"Beautiful!"

"Oops!"

"Good game, keep up the good work!"

"Fuck you, Morgan! Don't be mad at him!"

Amidst the shouting of the guards, Mallos' voice became softer and softer, but in Hugo's ears, it became heavier:

"But this man, this black-clothed killer's strategy is exactly the opposite of that man's: under siege, he seems to be at a disadvantage, but in fact he keeps moving, never stopping, and at the same time uses counterattacks to deter opponents and firmly control The distance and angle between you and the four people will allow you to be in one-on-one, at most one-on-two battles at the same time, make use of your strengths and avoid weaknesses, and only need to focus on one or two enemies to avoid being besieged by multiple people to the greatest extent possible. "

Maros narrowed his eyes:

Otherwise, as long as his pace is a little slower and his position is slightly off, and unfortunately falls into the strangulation of four people at the same time, or just three people at the same time, the battle will be over long ago.

"Compared to that man, this killer's strategy in the face of multiple sieges is to make full use of the space, widen the battlefield, and cut it into countless pieces. Transformed into localized bullying.”

Hugo frowned:

"Sounds like a strategy of street gangsters fighting gangs: run when surrounded, fight as you run, and fight to the death if you find an opportunity?"

"Believe it or not, Hugo, sometimes, the inner logic of gang fights, warrior duels and even battlefield battles is actually not far from the difference."

Hugo looked unhappy, and he turned his attention back to the battle situation:

"That is to say, the actual battle situation was not that this guy was besieged by four enemies for ten minutes, but that he - even if he was constrained by various constraints and could only play to a limited extent - took the initiative to choose the battlefield, and fought with each enemy. Duel alone for two and a half minutes?"

Marios nodded.

Yes.

It was such a one-on-one duel, which happened four times in ten minutes.

Hugo understands:

"That's why, with Aarend's skills, they are still working so hard that they won't be able to attack for a long time."

The flag officer's face turned cold:

"In this case, let's tighten the formation, close the inner circle, and reduce the space for him to dodge and roll, so that he has nowhere to move, let alone move!"

"That's right in his arms."

Huh?

Hugo was confused again.

"The strong and the weak go hand in hand, and the other will grow. If we close the inner circle and reduce the space, it means that the outer circle is released and the back is vacated," Mallos said calmly, "Yes, maybe it will be difficult for him to pass. Move to improve strengths and avoid weaknesses, and be forced to fall into a siege, but as long as he fights an injury and takes a shot, risking to break through the first layer of defense, and the weak perimeter does not have enough people to intercept and delay him, then he can use the space behind us. Go without hindrance.”

Hugo had a complicated expression and finally let out a sigh:

"Cut, twist and twist."

Marios didn't speak, but stared at Lausanne with more and more solemn eyes.

While speaking, Fulateng and Langley both grabbed under the command, replaced Morgan and Capone, who were in the middle of the sword, and launched a new round of siege against Lausanne II.

"Not good."

Marios said suddenly:

"After the second round, he has gradually become familiar with everyone's style and has begun to play with ease."

Hugo's eyebrows twitched, just as he saw the menacing Lang Lai being forced back by Lausanne's sudden sword, and he was tumbling in embarrassment. Fortunately, Fulateng attacked from the side to share the pressure.

Damn it.

"Okay, it looks like we're going to follow the plan," Hugo said impatiently, "Plan a, give a death order, attack at any cost; plan b, speed up the rhythm of rotation to increase his consumption; plan c, far and near Combining, waiting for an opportunity to attack, and plan d - anyway, we are running out of time, which one do you want to choose?"

Marios was silent, his eyes twinkling.

"z," the watchman said softly, "I choose z."

At that moment, Hugo Forby was slightly startled.

z

The next second, Hugo sneered:

"Interesting, your sense of humor is better than before."

But Mallos didn't laugh, he just turned his head slowly and looked at Forby with a calm gaze.

The flag bearer's expression changed.

"Damn, you're not kidding," Hugo's smile disappeared instantly, "what's going on?"

"False positive."

"What?"

Marios sighed: "Regarding this person's strength, we have followed outdated information and made extremely serious, extremely dangerous, and possibly fatal misjudgments - the previous plan has been unable to keep up with the changes. ."

Hugo was taken aback:

"I don't understand."

At this time, the mutation and regeneration in the field, I saw Luosang dodging a step, the sword shadow flickered, Vulaten, who was originally on the offensive, groaned, his figure crooked, and his shield fell to the ground!

Everyone exclaimed. At the critical moment, Miranda's Ying Xiang attacked from the side and struck off Lausanne II's slaying sword with a wonderful crosscut. The timing was just right.

"Cover Switch!"

Only two hoops, Paul and Itariano fired their bows and crossbows, forcing Lausanne II to dodge and block, unable to pursue.

Taking advantage of the gap between these two arrows, Toledo and Custa Qiqi grabbed the former, the former dragged the painful Vulaten to a safe area, and the latter filled the position, gritted his teeth and raised his knife.

Lausanne II raised his head slightly, and looked at Mallos from above.

Seeing the Hugo flag officer on the sidelines felt a little nervous.

"His style of play should be the most physically exhausting, but until now, I can't see any signs of his exhaustion..."

Malos looked at Lausanne, but his expression remained the same, still calm:

"No, this person is far more than what we thought of as a 'super-level swordsman with supernatural abilities' or a 'former master who lost his strength'."

Hugo can't believe it:

"You mean, he hid his power to confuse us?"

The words fell, and the battle resumed. With a movement of Luosang's body, the swords of the four people who had been prepared for a long time came together to bite him.

"And his swordsmanship and martial arts," Mallos tightened his tone, "Difeng, the offensive and defensive faction in the north, the martial art faction in the south, the new trend, and even the different factions in the end tower... No, not only, in In his movements, I even saw many figures of niche martial arts, including Prairie and Humble, Su Ye’s martial arts, and many more I’m not sure, because each genre only appears for a moment, which is specious.”

"So much?"

Marios nodded: "There are two possibilities for a multi-skilled person like this: the first one, he is miscellaneous but not skilled, versed in art but not specialized, and he is all pretentious with form and without spirit..."

Hugo got used to his speaking style, so he waved his hand and skipped the nonsense when he heard the words:

"The second possibility?"

Marios didn't answer, just stared at Lausanne II's flying blade for a long time without saying a word.

Hugo understood and pouted:

"Damn."

But Mallos doesn't seem to have enough, which makes things worse:

"What's more, it's just his swordsmanship."

Not counting the power, the power of the end...

Including reinforcements from the Kevin Deere family.

Thinking of this, Mallos looked sharp!

"Pass on my orders: Project Z."

Hugo frowned again and again: "These children, some people may not know the Z plan..."

"But you know, Hugo."

Mallows commands ceaselessly:

"If anyone doubts, tell them: His Royal Highness is going to set a long line and catch big fish."

Hugo paused for a moment.

He looked at the field unwillingly:

"But this person has a lot to do. If we miss it... we really don't have a chance at all—"

"Twelve." Mallos said suddenly.

Hugo's eyes moved:

"Twelve what?"

"Twelve people - the first four speed up the rhythm, attacking oppressively at any cost, draining his stamina and energy. The three in the middle are strong enough to test his style by category and find weaknesses. There are five more Individuals, depending on the situation, partner, duo or trio, fight to the death, try to force out his trump card, and the rest, seize the opportunity according to the situation, and strive for one-hit kill."

Maros' eyes moved slightly:

"If the combination is right, the arrangement is in place, the morale does not collapse, and the luck is not too bad, we will lose about 12 casualties, and we will probably have a chance to fight him - at least we will lose both."

What?

Both?

Hugo couldn't help but say:

"Then catch him alive..."

"Don't even think about it," Mallos interrupted him. "If you hold this idea and take chances, you may even lose both."

Hugo had a sullen look on his face.

"Are you sure?"

Marios nodded.

"I had doubts at first, but after the continuous siege of so many good players just now, I am now very certain: this person is superior in terms of strength, experience, willpower and physical strength. It is unmeasurable, and his swordsmanship is even more superb, and the upper limit is unknown."

Speaking of this, the watchman sighed and stepped forward.

"As far as these ten minutes are concerned, even among the extreme realm masters I have seen, he is in the top group," Mallos' expression was extremely serious, "comparable to the punishment knights of the year. and the heart in the rain."

Hugo was taken aback.

"So exaggerated? Is it related to the abnormal descent just now?"

The watchman shook his head, indicating he didn't know:

"Twelve, or Plan Z, you say?"

Twelve.

Hugo frowned, and he turned his head to look at the subordinates present: Morgan, Nechy, Conmutto, Oscarson... Some of them were indignant, some were eager to try, and some were coming The enemy, some are extremely nervous...

The flag officer was hesitant to speak:

"But, but..."

The watchman looked at him and changed the subject:

"Yes, I thought the same: is it worth it?"

Hugo was silent for a few seconds:

"This is what you deduced?"

"Just one of them."

Marios looked at Lausanne with more and more comfortable movements, and said silently:

The most optimistic kind.

But Hugo remembered something and suddenly realized:

"Just now you hurriedly urged the prince to leave first, because you had already seen something wrong, and you were not fully sure to take him down - if the child stayed, it might be in danger?"

Malos nodded and hummed:

"And with the character of a puppet bear when he shouts to his subordinates, we will definitely not allow us to sacrifice twelve people. No, even if we have to sacrifice a fingernail, he will yell and seriously interfere with our decision-making. ."

Hugo is thoughtful.

Marios asked again:

"So, twelve people, or plan z?"

Hugo was silent for a few seconds, then smiled relievedly:

"You know, when we first met, you didn't even have to make a decision - you wouldn't hesitate about that."

Marios' eyes moved.

"Not now," the watchman looked back at the field, his tone indifferent, "but you know, our boss is a vengeful brat, so it's not easy to offend him."

Hugo sighed.

"You're right," he raised his head and grinned, "severely interferes with our decision-making, hum."

Marios gave him a meaningful look.

Right now.

"Transposition!"

This time, there were three people on the court in rotation, and all three of them were out of breath. Only Miranda stayed on the court with his seemingly ordinary, but always effective swordsmanship, and tried his best to support.

Toledo finished examining Fulateng's injuries and had the wounded be bandaged, and he stood up and shook his head at Mallos.

"Causes appear, first one," Mallos said with a tight tone, "we have to decide."

Hugo sighed deeply.

"You've made up your mind, right? You just need someone to help you speak it out and make you feel better, **** scary blade."

Malos frowned:

"You know I hate that nickname."

Hugo took out his notebook and smiled sarcastically:

"But I like it."

Marios' face changed, but Hugo didn't wait for him to speak, and immediately spoke:

"Okay, then plan z!"

The flag-bearer turned around and made a command gesture to Itariano in the distance:

"But who will..."

But Hugo froze immediately.

He ignored Itariano's surprised face, begging him to reiterate the order, but turned his head straight, looking at Mallos' expressionless face, his expression changed.

"No." Hugo was startled.

Malos nodded, his expression indifferent:

"Yes, as you said, this is the result of my deduction."

Hugo's breathing accelerated, he glanced at Lausanne in the field, then looked at Mallos, and snorted:

"Damn, when you asked me to help you, you didn't say the mission was so dangerous!"

"I really didn't say that?"

Hugo took a deep breath.

"How much do you know?"

Marios' eyes moved.

He knew that Hugo was not asking about the certainty of victory.

Malos curled his lips, smiling as usual:

"Five to five."

"Ha, come again, I'll know," Hugo smiled sarcastically, "Is there anyone in this world who is not 'five to five'?"

"Of course there is," Mallos sighed, "If the Stowe logistics officer confronts me, it can be said to be ten percent. I have no chance of winning. I just want to turn around and run away."

"Especially when he's holding the ledger?"

Marios and Hugo looked at each other and snorted.

"According to this logic, wouldn't it be the same for you to fight a brat?"

"Yes, it's just the opposite."

The watchman and flag bearer both smile.

“What about the blood feud of the guards, and the honorary revenge of Aknet?” Hugo restrained his smile and whispered.

Mallows also stopped smiling.

"I'll figure it out, Hugo, no matter how strong he is, we'll kill him."

He looked at Lausanne II, then at Hugo:

"I swear, in the name of the Razor family."

Hugo looked back at him ~IndoMTL.com~ and nodded.

"I will write down this sentence according to the rules," the flag officer replied indifferently, "You know, Vogel will see it."

Marios was silent for a second: "Fine, you should."

Hugo sneered.

"Okay, **** plan z, I was ungrateful at the beginning, squatted in the flag wing, squatted in Yongxing City, retire early, don't get involved in the bad things of these guards and the Wang family, go to nm The terrifying blade of..."

Hugo chattered, but he still turned around and continued to deliver orders.

And Mallos looked at his back and took a deep breath.

The watchman turned to the battle, his expression cold, and the force of the end burst down like a flood.

At that moment, the black and white barren world in front of him shook slightly and became colorful again.

Beautiful.