Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 195: bad blood
Chapter 691 Bad Blood
"I remembered, Lausanne, Lausanne——the name has an allusion."
On a remote path, Thales opened his mouth suddenly as he watched the celebration fireworks rising in the distance.
"What?"
Xilei came rushing from behind him, her footsteps were flimsy and her expression was dejected.
"It's not an ordinary name, it's a literary character, no, maybe there is such a person in history," Thales scratched his chin thoughtfully, "One or two hundred years ago, 'Bad Blood' Lausanne was golden The notorious gangster in the corridor has committed countless crimes and committed many crimes in his life."
"How do you know?" Hillage asked.
"Bard poetry, knight novels, and plays." Thales shrugged.
Especially those stored in Nakaru's library (since the Grand Duchess succeeded to the throne, the inventory that has been sealed for many years has begun to increase again), and those that cannot be seen in the country of Stars.
"Oh, Your Highness is really well-informed..."
Slimani, who was walking in the third place, had a look of admiration at first, and then asked doubtfully:
"But, Bad Blood Lausanne? Bad Blood? Why do you call him that?"
Behind the defender, Glover turned his head left and right: Rolf was holding a prosthetic leg, leaning on one of his shoulders, walking with difficulty, Catherine was clutching the broken arm, leaning on his other shoulder, trembling. Trembling.
Both of them looked tired, and they hissed 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 pier and fight to the death with that Lausanne II.
"Because Lausanne, I mean Lausanne 'I', at least in literary works, was a despicable knight who betrayed the lord and the creed," Thales recalled, "More than that, he killed his father and Teacher, betrayed the family and committed a heinous crime that cannot be tolerated in the world, just to prove that he is better than them."
This made everyone frown.
"It sounds heinous." Slimani said with his tongue.
"Bad blood." Glover murmured.
Thales nodded:
"In some works, he has other nicknames-'Evil Son', 'Sin', 'Black Horn Knight', 'Sword of Betrayal', but they are basically the same. The black-clothed killer, he Since there is a nickname like 'Lausanne II', it may be..."
"Turnbull must have started it," Catherine the Phantom Blade said grimly. We have to flatter him, 'The boss knows so much.'”
Catherine snorted.
"Wait, Black Knight, I'm impressed when you say that," Hee Lai tried hard to recall, "But I remember that he is only a supporting role. In the stories where he appears, the real protagonist should be..."
"'Wolf Enemy' Keira." Thales said with certainty.
Everyone let out a sudden sound of "Oh".
The prince raised his head and looked at the fireworks of different colors exploding above the sky:
"As the most popular and romantic hero in modern adventure works, Keira Canxing has - created by bards - countless enemies and opponents, some of which are based on historical facts, Some of them 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. Fear."
These adjectives made everyone quiet for a while.
"Losanne II...the Second..." Slimani pondered.
"Please, tell me he died, a terrible death." Xi Lai looked tired.
"Well, in most stories, Bad Blood Lausanne was finally defeated by the wolf enemy and died of hatred, while in a few endings..."
Thales raised his head with a solemn expression:
"They all died together."
There was a moment of silence.
Thales 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 regarded as falling into our hands, and then we can flatten and round him anyway..."
"No." Catherine said suddenly.
I saw her stunned for a while, ignoring the strange eyes of other people, looking at Thales:
"I believe your guards are very powerful, Your Highness, well-trained and skilled, but, but..."
She hesitated to speak.
Thales wondered:
"Katherine?"
Phantom Blade took a deep breath.
"When I was young, I saw Lausanne II killing people. It was terrible," she said worriedly, "but just now I have a feeling: he is more powerful than ever."
Better than ever?
Everyone has a meal together.
"Stop joking! Everyone gets old!"
Slimani forced a smile, trying to convince others and himself: "And he is only one person, and Your Highness Thales, your prince's guard must be full of top experts in the kingdom, guarding the royal family, he did not There is no way to overcome so many..."
"He doesn't need to defeat them," Catherine shook her head, "Lausanne just needs to get out of the encirclement and hide in a shadowy corner, and then we, we can only continue to be afraid."
Slimani's smile faded.
Thales swallowed, feeling the need to boost morale.
"Listen, I know he's amazing, otherwise he wouldn't have this nickname, but..."
But Catherine thought through something, gritted her teeth and said:
"Your Highness!"
She leaned against Glover, limped and quickened her pace:
"Please, please send someone to the North Gate Bridge."
Slimani frowned: "The territory of the Brotherhood?"
Catherine nodded, panting:
"Go to Razanche Feissuo, the 'Head Wolf', tell him, tell him what happened, and let him find it—the Black Sword."
Thales' expression changed.
Everyone fell silent again.
"Black Sword?"
Slimani was taken aback:
"Black Sword? The legendary boss of the brotherhood who can do witchcraft and witchcraft, is immortal?"
"He's not a legend, nor does he know witchcraft," Catherine shook her head and snorted coldly, "but, yes, he's really annoying."
Thales couldn't help asking: "Is it necessary?"
"Facing Lausanne, this is the only way we can have a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, after Lausanne II escapes and recuperates, he will come to you," Catherine said firmly, "No matter what Whether it's me or him, we both have to die."
And you can't protect me.
Thales heard what she didn't say.
OK.
"That's easy, I'll write a letter to the Fuxing Palace," Thales said calmly, smiling, "Take Araka Mu or Roman—oh, I mean, send Kingdom Wrath or Legendary Wings over here." , sit down and help?"
The prince seemed to be very confident and confident, even Xi Lai couldn't help but look at him with admiration.
When Slimani heard the words, he was very energetic, straightened his back, and swept away the bad luck:
"Hey, Lausanne II is a mere thief, how can you use labor, these two masters..."
Only Glover, who had been to the Western Wilderness, and Rolf, who had been to the fortress, looked at each other with strange expressions.
Catherine stared at the confident Thales for a long, long time, as if she had seen through something.
When Thales was unbearable and was thinking about coughing to divert his attention, Catherine sighed and spoke.
"I know, Your Highness, what you're talking about are all unborn masters, they are gods of death on the battlefield, fierce generals in the army, but," Phantom Blade was worried, she glanced at Rolf, but The latter turned his head aside and didn't dare to look at her, "It's different, Lausanne II, he is an executioner walking in the streets of the city."
Everyone was stunned when they heard the sound.
"They may be able to defeat him, beat him, 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, I've even seen him fight, I know he's strong, but as for that Lausanne II, no matter what the nickname means, what does it have to do with 'Bad Blood'... "
The prince sighed, suspicious:
"Can he compare to Black Sword?"
Katherine froze.
"Compared to?"
A few seconds later, the former boss of the Blood Bottle Gang laughed.
"Hahahahaha, young prince, do you know," she looked towards the ground with a sad and gloomy expression, "That's what we said back then when Black Sword first became famous..."
Catherine raised her head, her eyes were cold:
"Can he compare to Lausanne?"
The breeze blows, the fireworks are bright, and everyone marches silently without saying a word.
Thales let out a breath:
"I know what you mean, yes, maybe Black Sword is the only one who has defeated Lausanne..."
But Catherine interrupted him.
"No, he didn't."
Phantom Blade lowered its head.
"It's someone else," she said quietly, "Turnbull did die in the hands of the black sword, but back then, he really defeated Lausanne II, and he was defeated..."
Catherine raised her head with a vicious expression:
"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:
Facing the joint siege of four people, Lausanne II dodged and moved in the shadow of swords and swords, picking and rolling to parry, embarrassed and thrilling, while the rest of the guards guarded the periphery, watching covetously, ready to step up at any time.
"I'll seal his sword, you've got to see it—"
"Follow up, keep the perimeter!"
"Hello to the torso and limbs, catch alive!"
"Is it okay to die? Isn't it revenge?"
"Then it's cheaper for him!"
"Press him to the corner!"
"It's not you, Nexi, just stand in your position!"
Except for the four people facing the enemy at the innermost level, the rest 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 his command, the guard formation was always fixed within the range under the pier to prevent 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 straight to Kong Mutuo behind him!
"Substitution!"
Standing on a high place, Mallos, who had been staring at the battle situation, suddenly shouted:
"Now!"
Before many people could react, Miranda, who was resting with his sword on the side, dodged and stepped forward to parry Lausanne's counterattack. .
Lausang let out a yell, but the ax of Capone's executioner had already hit him from the side, so he had to give up the pursuit and turn around to dodge.
Mallos let out a breath, but his brows became tighter and tighter.
"It's almost a quarter of an hour, and the frontal siege has changed for the second round," the flag officer Hugo Fuby came to him, "It's much more difficult than imagined."
Mallos did not speak, still staring intently at Lausanne in the fierce battle.
Hugo, nicknamed "Ghost", squinted his eyes, watching Lausanne II seek gaps in the siege of four people, and from time to time fight with the fifth person outside, and said with his tongue:
"Tsk tsk tsk, alone, but not afraid of being besieged by many people, does this remind you of anyone?"
But Mallos shook his head.
"No, the man you are talking about is a genius who relies on unparalleled perception and observation, instantly receives all the details of the battle situation, and integrates the entire battlefield into a whole. In the eyes of that man, What he is facing is not a siege by many people, but a multi-headed and multi-limbed monster full of loopholes, self-contradictory, extremely poor coordination, and even the road is unstable.
Hugo smiled softly:
"That's why you arranged this strangulation formation, four main attackers, no more, no less, matching shots, waiting for opportunities to rotate, and specifically defeating extreme masters?"
While he was speaking, Capone and Oscarson pressed forward together, one attacking and the other blocking, plus Miranda who had rested, forcing Lausanne II to be unable to resist, and could only retreat again, at the last moment The sword was drawn at a comfortable angle, and Morgan's dangerous twin swords fought recklessly at close range.
"Beautiful!"
"Oh, it's just a little short!"
"Well played, keep up the good work!"
"Shoot your head, Morgan! Don't be so nice to him!"
Amidst the shouts of the guards, Mallos' voice became softer and softer, but in Hugo's ears, it became louder and louder:
"But this man, the 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 stops, and at the same time uses counterattacks to deter his opponents and firmly control them. The distance and angle between the four people allows him to be in one-on-one, at most one-on-two battles at the same time. He uses his strengths to avoid weaknesses, and only needs to focus on one or two enemies to avoid being besieged by multiple people to the greatest extent. "
Mallos narrowed his eyes:
Otherwise, as long as he slowed down a bit, moved a little bit, and unfortunately fell into the simultaneous strangulation of four people, or only three people at the same time, the battle would have ended long ago.
"Compared to that man, this killer's strategy in the face of a multi-person siege is to make full use of the space, widen the battlefield, and cut it into countless pieces. Transformed into partial bullying by the strong.”
Hugo frowned:
"Sounds like the strategy of street gangsters fighting in groups: run when you are surrounded, fight while running, and kill someone when you find an opportunity?"
"Believe it or not, Hugo, sometimes, the internal logic of gangster fights, fighter duels, and even battles on the battlefield is actually not that far apart."
Hugo looked unhappy, and he turned his attention back to the battle situation:
"That is to say, the actual battle situation is not that this guy was besieged by four enemies for ten minutes, but that he—even though he is limited by various constraints and can only play a limited role—actively chooses the battlefield and fights with each enemy. Duel alone for two and a half minutes?"
Mallos nodded.
Yes.
This kind of one-on-one duel happened four times in ten minutes.
Hugo understands:
"That's why, with Arend's skill, they are still working so hard and can't attack for a long time."
The flag officer looked cold:
"If that's the case, let's tighten up the formation, close the inner circle, and reduce the space for him to dodge and roll, so that he has nowhere to step, let alone move!"
"That's right in his arms."
Huh?
Hugo was puzzled again.
"Strength and weakness are born together, and one ebbs and another grows. If we shrink the inner circle and narrow the space, it means that we let go of the outer circle and make room behind us," Mallos said calmly, "Yes, maybe it will be difficult for him to pass. Move to exploit strengths and circumvent weaknesses, and be forced to fall into the siege, but as long as he fights his injuries and takes the risk of breaking through the first layer of defense, and the weak perimeter does not have enough manpower to intercept and delay him, then he can use the space behind us to grow his strengths And go, no hindrance, no hindrance."
Hugo had a complicated expression, and finally snorted:
"Cut, twisted and twisted."
Mallos didn't speak, but stared at Lausanne with more serious eyes.
Whilst speaking, Fu Lateng and Lang Lai both rushed forward under the command, replacing Morgan and Capone who were injured by the sword, and launched a new round of siege against Lausanne II.
"Not good."
Mallos suddenly said:
"After the second round, he has gradually become familiar with everyone's style, and he has begun to handle it with ease."
Hugo's eyebrows twitched, just in time to see the aggressive Langlai being forced back by Lausanne's sudden sword, tumbling in panic, but fortunately Fu Lateng attacked from the side to share the pressure.
Damn it.
"Okay, it looks like we're going to go with the plan," Hugo said impatiently, "Plan A, give a death order, and attack regardless of the cost; Plan B, speed up the rotation rhythm to increase his consumption; Plan C, far and near Combination, waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, and plan D—anyway, we are running out of time, which one do you want to choose?"
Mallos was silent, his eyes flickering.
"Z," the watchman said softly, "I choose Z."
At that moment, Hugo Fubi was slightly taken aback.
Z?
The next second, Hugo sneered:
"Interesting, you have a better sense of humor than before."
But Mallos didn't smile, he just turned his head slowly and looked at Fubi with a calm gaze.
The flag officer's expression changed.
"Damn, you're not kidding," Hugo said with a smile on his face, "What's going on?"
"Misjudgment."
"What?"
Mallos sighed: "With regard to this person's strength, we followed outdated information and made an extremely serious, extremely dangerous, and possibly fatal misjudgment-the previous plan has not kept up with the changes. .”
Hugo was taken aback:
"I don't understand."
At this time, there was a sudden change in the field, and Luosang took a step away, the shadow of the sword flickered, and Fu Lateng, who was on the offensive, let out a muffled snort, his body tilted, and his shield fell to the ground!
Everyone exclaimed, and at the very moment, Miranda's Yingxiang struck from the side, and with a wonderful horizontal cut, he struck Lausanne II's sure-kill sword, and the timing was just right.
"Cover switch!"
Only hearing two sounds, Paul and Itariano fired their bows and crossbows at once, forcing Lausanne II to dodge and block, unable to pursue.
Taking advantage of the gap between the two arrows, Toledo and Kusta Qiqi rushed forward. The former dragged the painful Fu Lateng to a safe place, while the latter made up the position, gritted his teeth and raised his knife.
Lausanne II raised his head slightly, and exchanged glances with Mallos from above.
The Hugo flag officer on the sidelines felt tense.
"His style of play should have consumed the most energy, but so far, I can't see any signs of exhaustion..."
Mallos looked at Lausanne, but his face remained unchanged, still calm:
"No, this person is far more than what we thought was a 'ultra-level swordsman with supernatural powers' or a 'former master with great loss of strength'."
Hugo is unbelievable:
"You mean, he hid his strength to confuse us on purpose?"
After the words fell, the battle started again, Luosang's figure moved, and the four people who had been prepared for a long time came forward with their swords, biting him tightly.
"And his swordsmanship and martial arts," Mallos tightened his tone, "Difeng, the offensive and defensive faction in the north, the martial arts faction in the south, the new trend, and even the different factions in the end tower... No, more than that, in In his movements, I even saw many niche martial arts, including Prairie and Humble, Su Ye’s martial arts, and many others I’m not sure about, because each genre only appears for a moment, which is specious.”
"So much?"
Mallos nodded: "There are two possibilities for such a multi-skilled person: the first one is that he is miscellaneous but not professional, and he is not specialized in general skills, and he is all a show..."
Hugo is used to his speaking style, so he waved his hand and skipped the nonsense:
"The second possibility?"
Mallos didn't answer, but just stared at Lausanne II's sword blade flying up and down, without saying a word for a long time.
Hugo understood, turned his head and poohed:
"Damn it."
But Mallos doesn't seem to be enough, it makes things worse:
"What's more, it's just his swordsmanship."
Not counting the ability, the power of the end...
Including reinforcements from the Kevin Dill family.
Thinking of this, Mallos' eyes sharpened!
"Convey my order: Project Z."
Hugo frowned again and again: "Some of these children may not know about Project Z..."
"But you know, Hugo."
Mallos orders non-stop:
"If anyone doubts, tell them: His Royal Highness wants to put a long line to catch big fish."
Hugo's words froze.
He looked at the field unwillingly:
"But this person has a lot to do with it. If we miss it...we really have no chance at all--"
"Twelve." Mallos said suddenly.
Hugo's eyes moved:
"Twelve what?"
"Twelve people--the first four speed up the pace, oppressively attack at any cost, consuming his physical strength and energy. The three in the middle are strong enough, test his style by category, and find weaknesses. The other five Individuals, depending on the situation, a partner, a duo or a trio, fight to the death, trying to force out his hole cards, and the rest of them, adapt to the situation and seize the opportunity, and strive for a one-hit kill."
Mallos' eyes moved slightly:
"If the match is right, the arrangements are in place, the morale does not collapse, and if luck is not too bad, we will probably have a chance to fight him out with about a dozen casualties—at least we will lose both."
What?
Both lose?
Hugo couldn't help but speak:
"Then capture him alive..."
"Don't even think about it," Mallos interrupted him, "If you have this thought, and you are lucky, you may even lose both sides."
Hugo looked troubled.
"Are you sure?"
Mallos nodded.
"I had doubts at first, but after the continuous siege by so many masters just now, I am now very sure: this person is superior in terms of strength, experience, will and physical strength, unfathomable, and his swordsmanship is even more superb. The upper limit is unknown."
Here, the watchman sighed and took a step forward.
"As far as these ten minutes are concerned, even among the extreme masters I have seen, he is in the top group," Mallos said with an extremely serious expression, "comparable to the punishment knights back then. And the heart in the rain."
Hugo was startled.
"So exaggerated? Is it related to the sudden drop?"
The watchman shook his head, indicating that he did not know:
"Twelve, or Plan Z, what do you think?"
Twelve.
Hugo frowned, and turned his head to look at the subordinates present: Morgan, Niexi, Kong Mutuo, Oscarsen... Some of them were filled with anger, some were eager to try, and some were ashamed. Enemies, some are extremely nervous...
The flag officer hesitated 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:
"Is this the result of your deduction?"
"Just one of a kind."
Mallos looked at Lausanne's more and more comfortable movements, and said silently:
The most optimistic kind.
But Hugo remembered something, and suddenly realized:
"Just now you were anxious to urge 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 dangerous?"
Mallos nodded and hummed:
"And since he always has the character of a puppet bear when he shouts to his subordinates, he will definitely not allow us to sacrifice twelve people, no, even if we have to sacrifice one fingernail, he will yell and yell, which seriously interferes with our decision-making .”
Hugo was thoughtful.
Mallos asked again:
"So, twelve, or plan Z?"
Hugo was silent for a few seconds, then smiled in relief:
"You know, when we first met, you didn't even have to make decisions—you wouldn't hesitate about that."
Mallos' eyes moved.
"Not now," the watchman looked at the field again, with a cold tone, "but you know, our boss is a vengeful kid, so it's not easy to offend."
Hugo sighed.
"You're right," he raised his head and smiled, "seriously interferes with our decision-making, hum."
Mallos gave him a meaningful look.
Right now.
"Swapping!"
This time, there were three people on the field in rotation, and the three people who were removed were all out of breath. Only Miranda stayed on the field with his seemingly ordinary but always effective swordsmanship, trying to support him.
After Toledo checked Fulateng's injury, he asked someone to bandage the wounded, and he stood up, shaking his head at Mallos.
"Casualties have appeared, the first one," Mallos said with a tense tone after receiving the message, "We have to decide."
Hugo sighed deeply.
"You've already made up your mind, right? You just need someone to talk it out for you to make you feel better, **** horror blade."
Mallos frowned:
"You know I hate that nickname."
Hugo took out his notebook and smiled ironically:
"But I like it."
Mallos' complexion changed, but Hugo spoke immediately before he could speak:
"Okay, then plan Z!"
The flag officer turned around and made a command gesture to Itariano in the distance:
"But who will come..."
But Hugo immediately gave a meal.
Ignoring the surprised look on the opposite side of Itariano, asking him to repeat the gesture of the order, he turned his head straight and looked at Mallos' expressionless face, his expression changed.
"No." Hugo said in a daze.
Mallos nodded with a calm expression:
"Yes, as you said, this is the result of my deduction."
Hugo's breathing speeded up, he glanced at Lausanne in the field, then at Mallos, and pouted:
"Hell, when you asked me to help you, you didn't say this job was so dangerous!"
"I really didn't say that?"
Hugo took a few breaths.
"How sure are you?"
Mallos' eyes moved.
He knew that what Hugo was asking about was not the assurance of victory.
Mallos raised the corners of his mouth, smiling as before:
"Fifty-five."
"Ha, here we go again, I already knew it," Hugo said with a sarcastic smile, "Is there anyone in this world who is not '50-50' to you?"
"Of course there is," Mallos sighed, "If the logistics officer Shi Tuo meets me, it can be said that it is 10 to 10, I have no chance of winning, I just want to turn around and run away."
"Especially when he holds the ledger?"
Mallos and Hugo looked at each other and scoffed.
"According to this logic, wouldn't it be the same when you meet a brat?"
"Yes, but the odds are just the opposite."
The watchman and the flag bearer both smiled.
"What about the guard's blood feud, Aknet's honor revenge?" Hugo suppressed his smile and whispered.
Mallos also put away his smile.
"I will figure out a way, Hugo, no matter how strong he is, we will 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."
Mallos was silent for a second: "Very well, you should."
Hugo sneered.
"Okay, **** plan Z, I was ungrateful at the beginning, squatting on the flag wing, squatting in Yongxing City, when the time comes, I will retire early and get involved in the bad things of the guards and the Wang family, go to nm The terrifying blade..."
Hugo babbled, 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 situation, his expression turned cold, and the power of termination burst down like a flood.
At that moment, the black and white desolate world in front of his eyes shook slightly, and became colorful again.
Beautiful.