Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 204: Take it lightly

The deep red of the east began to weaken, and the sky became brighter.

But the atmosphere on the sand is getting more weird.

Under countless gazes, Roman, who was as handsome as a painting, looked coldly at Ricky, who had broken armor and bloodstained, but did not have any trauma.

Tyles took a deep breath and turned to look around—the cavalry waiting in battle, the nervous mercenaries, the royal guard with a complicated mood, and the small but delicate, smoke-bearing Sabya camp at the far end of the line of sight.

He was thoughtful.

Finally, Wings of Legend turned to the drill guarded by Clay.

"The Shield of Shadow...?"

Roman looked at the eyes of the brazier who were unwilling and painful, and spoke softly.

Yaozi looked back at the handsome man in front of him and realized something.

He no longer struggles needlessly, but frowns and thinks.

"More."

Ricky raised his arms and smiled:

"He has a lot of relationship with everyone present."

"Besides being the mastermind of most of the chaos tonight..."

The head of the Sword of Disaster points towards the remote Sabya camp, with a mysterious tone:

"He was the principal culprit who colluded with foreign enemies eighteen years ago, in the Scarlet Year, sneaked into the sand dunes of Bladefang, assassinated Hyman Canxing, and caused the camp to fall."

Thyls sighed.

The brazier closed his eyes angrily.

At that moment, the sand fell silent, and for a while, only the wind and sand could be heard.

Even the frightening gaze of Wings of Legend freezes.

The next second, the cavalry officers in the first row on the sand dunes were in an uproar!

"What?"

Frank frowned in disbelief:

"You mean...Ghost Prince Tower? And...the fall of the camp?"

"This person?"

For a time, countless eyes shot at the drill.

Ricky nodded, looking at the scene he caused with satisfaction:

"Surprise gift, right?"

Sitting on the ground, Thaker, who was obviously exhausted, looked at the drill with deep eyes.

"Fuck you, Semir, that fellow..." Barney pushed Semir hard, but maybe for the sake of the surrounding crossbow arrows, he did not continue to do it after all:

"Did you always know?"

Semir just pursed his lips, not speaking.

In the slightly chaotic scene, Thales looked at the person with the greatest say.

Legend Wings did not speak, nor did he restrain his uproaring subordinates.

The White Shadow Knight just stared at the closed-eyed brazier, his attitude was unknown and motionless.

"That's impossible!"

The female knight Felicia on the horse gritted her teeth, obviously remembering some bad memories:

"I saw the execution scene when I was a child, and the king had given the assassins that night to..."

But at this moment, Roman, who said nothing, finally raised his right hand!

The uproar and whispers in the army are all curbed.

As if that hand has supreme majesty.

Soon, the crowd of mercenaries and royal guards also calmed down.

Everyone looked serious but nervously watched Roman's actions.

But Wings of Legend just turned his head slightly and looked at Ricky:

"Evidence?"

Ricky twitched his lips.

He touched his arms confidently.

"I have a letter..."

But in the middle of the story, Ricky remembered something. He put down his hand and looked at the prince in the distance with a strange expression:

"Ah, I mean... our prince has a letter from Prince Hyman with the signature and date of his death. It is the spoils of the assassin's leader that year."

Yongzi opened his eyes and stared at Ricky in disbelief.

Roman's gaze shot up immediately, shocking Thales.

Yordel's words sounded from the air and sneaked into Thales’ ears:

"To him."

Thyls frowned and glanced at the perfect face of Wings of Legend, but he still obediently took out the letter and handed it out tremblingly.

Roman looked at the precious letter paper, was silent for two seconds, then slowly took it, and started reading.

Baozi's expression is even more gray.

Ricky just said nothing, and waited quietly.

Finally, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, Roman put down the letter.

Ricky exhaled:

"Look, I didn't lie to you."

"So..."

Legendary Wings did not speak, only a pair of amber pupils flickered faintly, reflecting the recklessness of the desert.

"Klasu...Do you think you use the prince and me as a bargaining chip, he will let you go?"

At this time, the gray-faced drill gave a stern smile that was almost desperate.

"He is the Wings of Legend, resolute and cruel, ruthless."

Under everyone's disgusting gaze, Yanzi looked at Ricky who had betrayed him coldly, viciously and authentically:

"I won't mention whether he likes your threat... Obviously, it is more in his interest to eat you together."

The expressions of the mercenaries suddenly became ugly.

At this moment, a discordant voice rang:

"Ahem, that..."

Everyone frowned and turned to the neglected teenager.

"Can I get it back?"

Thyles ignored the anxious reminder from Yordel behind him, and while touching his head, he smirked and stretched out his hand to Roman:

"Do you know that uncle who belongs to me...?"

Everyone looked at him blankly.

It's like someone burst a balloon, and the tension suddenly vented.

Roman frowned for several seconds, as if to re-examine the boy who dared to interrupt him again.

And Thales can only take it hard, with a rigid smile.

Fortunately, maybe it was confirmed his identity, Wings of Legend did not "kill you" anymore, but unexpectedly reached out and returned the letter to Thales.

"Beep, click."

Ricky on one side squinted and imitated the sound of a clock:

"Time is passing, my lord."

He pointed to the smoking camp in the distance.

Romain did not answer his words, but turned to the third dune:

"Duro?"

On the third side of the sand dune, a strong knight rode out among a crowd of cavalry who looked particularly casually dressed and came to the front of Wings of Legend.

Tyles and the fast rope move both.

They recognized it.

It's Douro.

It was the superb warrior they met on their way home, the "boss" of the "freak squad" in the Stardust Guard.

"You guys are ready, sir," Du Luo, whose left arm is thicker than his right arm, replied respectfully:

"At any time."

Romain stared at the camp in the distance and nodded.

"Of course, if you want, we can **** the prince back now," Douro looked at Thales, who apparently didn’t recognize a teenager who was more embarrassed than the previous desert journey, and glanced contemptuously. Glancing at the mercenaries:

"Then only need a charge, even if Karl's rotation troops are not used, we can crush them all."

Duro's gaze-like the gazes of other cavalrymen, full of hostility and murder.

These words made the mercenaries, including the royal guards, become nervous.

Only Ricky sighed unhurriedly.

"Another one with a message, my lord."

The current Klasu of Sword of Disaster narrows his eyes:

"One of your deputy, seems to be called...Duro?"

The next second, Ricky pointed to Douro, then pointed to the brazier:

"He has been selling information to the Shield of Deception for a long time."

Thyls frowned, first thinking of this Douro's money-gathering, and then thinking of the tripartite conversation in the tavern.

Duro, who was named, was taken aback first, then his face changed.

He rode his horse to Ricky, furious:

"I caress about your mother--"

At that moment, Clay and Josh approached subconsciously, trying to protect Ricky, who was still smiling, the first few cavalry also previewed with bows and swords!

Even Thales was clenched by the secret Yodel.

The scene suddenly became chaotic!

Just now.

"Huh!"

A flash of white light!

The white spear instantly appeared in Wings of Legend's hand, and was plunged into the sand with one hand!

At that moment, Thales only felt that the surrounding air was replaced with water, and all the noisy sounds were stagnant!

Roman speaks softly, but it seems like babbling in everyone's ear:

"Quiet."

Tyles gave birth to an exciting spirit.

This sentence seemed to have some power, and the chaotic crowd closed their hands and stopped subconsciously.

One second, two seconds.

Everyone stopped talking and stopped moving.

The silence instantly returned to the scene, and there was only a rustle of wind.

Legend Wings then drew his spear and retracted it on his back.

The people present seemed to wake up from a big dream, as if remembering how to gasp.

"My lord..." Douro's mount raised its front hoofs, and the people stood up, stopping for life.

Duro pointed at Ricky angrily, his lips trembled with anger, incoherent:

"He, he, this son of a bitch...good or bad, good or bad..."

But Wings of Legend is just a glimpse:

"His words."

"Is it true?"

Looking at the boss's face, Douro's words were suddenly stagnant.

But he reacted immediately:

"How is it possible, I don't even know this so-called assassin..."

However, Ricky gently pushed away Josh, who was behind him, and chuckled lightly:

"But he told me that your wife and daughter are seriously ill, right?"

Duro was taken aback.

"Maybe you would do something unusual for them?"

Duro gritted his teeth hard, he glanced at the cavalry around him, and said angrily:

"Don't **** slander me..."

At this time, Wings of Legend spoke softly again.

"I, hate, argue."

Three short words, like religious sacred words, instantly silenced both Duro and Ricky.

Romain raised his head lightly, his eyes like electricity, and shot Duro directly:

"You only need to say yes or no."

Duro is in a hurry:

"Of course not! I was hand-drawn by you, and I have always been loyal to you..."

But he was interrupted by his boss again:

"But you don't sound so sure."

The voice of Wings of Legend is still steady and hollow, sounding like floating from the sky.

Duro suddenly lags.

He looked into his boss's eyes and lowered his head subconsciously.

Seems to hesitate.

"They... my wife and daughter are indeed in poor health, my lord."

Duro's tone softened a bit, his hands rubbed and rubbed on the reins, and his words were difficult:

"My servicing money can't...Sometimes I think of ways...with some merchants...make some money."

Legendary Wings frowned.

Felicia on the side looked at Douro's embarrassment and couldn't help it anymore:

"My lord, we should deal with these things in the future, but over there at the camp..."

But before she finished speaking, Frank, who rode the horse to her side, held her shoulders.

The middle-aged knight shook his head at the puzzled Felicia.

As a bystander, Thales frowned slightly.

"Make money? Use intelligence?"

Ricky hummed lightly and looked at the drill:

"Your wife and daughter are not sick, they are only regularly poisoned by these assassins."

At this moment, Douro finally changed his face, and he turned to the brazier who seemed to regard death as his home:

"What?"

Ricky sarcastically said:

"No thanks, but this is the cause."

On the other side, the subdued drill smiled and bent down.

Legendary Wings looked at Douro quietly:

"So, are you really betraying intelligence?"

Duro's face was green, he looked at his colleagues left and right, panicked:

"It's just something that doesn't matter. You know, there is no security department in the Yaya camp. The businessmen are always worried about the law and order and want to get some inside information..."

His colleague, Frank sighed slightly.

But Roman interrupted Douro:

"For example, this time, the so-called ‘intelligence’ that the main standing army is dispatched on a large scale when the troops from all walks of life are gathered at the Blade Ya camp?"

Duro's words choked.

"I..."

He was horrified, and the successive blows made him a little overwhelmed:

"But I don't know, sir, those'businessmen', I really don't know them..."

Legendary Wings still responds indifferently.

Felicia on one side can't stand it anymore:

"My lord," she tentatively said:

"Let's still rescue the camp first..."

But Roman interrupted her without hesitation:

"The camp will always be as solid as gold."

He stared at Douro, who was sweating profusely, the cold in his tone even infected the air:

"But my deputies, it may not always be the same."

This made Frank and Felicia around him agitated, and they all silenced.

Duro trembled all over:

"My lord!"

Romain stepped forward and slowly approached Douro's mount:

"Your family is very sick...why didn't you come to me?"

Du Luo Mingming riding a horse is taller than Roman, but at this time he looks like a trembling mouse. He saw the ratcatcher:

"I..."

The next second, Thales only felt a flash of white light in front of him, followed by Duro's screams:

"Ah!"

The cavalry in the first few rows exclaimed!

When Thales, who was startled, returned to look at him, Duro was already on the ground.

The boss of the freak is not dead. He lies on the sand, panting in shock, looking at the white gun body on his chest.

The tip of the gun was only inches from his throat.

"Yes, because you know," Roman said coldly:

"I don't care."

Legendary Wings turned around, and the white spear returned to his back.

Duro breathed out the rest of his life.

Just like the other cavalry.

"Snake Hand." Luo Manyang said.

On the third side of the sand dune, a knight was pushed a bit, and then he hurriedly hit the horse, looking a little panicked.

"My lord!"

Thyls recognized him. He was another superpower under Douro's hand, and he had a personal bond with him in the desert.

Legend Wings raised his head:

"From now on, you are the new boss of the "freak"."

The knight nicknamed Snake Hand was taken aback, he looked at the "Boss" Duro on the ground:

"Huh? But I—"

Frank on one side grabbed his arm, not letting the panicked snake hand continue to speak.

"As for you."

"After today, let's retire," Roman looked at Duro, who was lying on the ground with a dull expression:

"Go to Nekra to solve the money problem."

"From stupid to blind, you guys have so much in common."

He snorted and turned around, letting Douro on the ground be lifted by both the snake hand and Felicia.

But the next moment, Wings of Legend walked towards the drill.

This immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Kray gently released the arm holding the drill under Ricky's gesture.

"So, it's you."

Roman looked at the brazier coldly:

"Eighteen years ago he reached out to the camp, but now he reaches out to my army."

The voice of Wings of Legend is light and empty, but it contains chills:

"You."

The brazier stagnated slightly, as if he was frightened by the opponent's momentum.

He then sighed.

"It's just work."

The brazier lowered his head and coughed fiercely, looking embarrassed:

"Like you, Lord Baron, I just obey...a higher order."

Thyls frowned slightly again when he remembered something.

"I don't obey orders, assassin," Wings of Legend replied coldly:

"I only protect my property."

Roman stepped forward slowly, and with his tone, the handsome facial features seemed to be instantly transformed into sharp steel blades, reaching everyone who looked at him:

"Ya Ya camp is my property."

"No one can touch it."

Roman stared at the drill:

"No one."

Yaozi stared at him blankly, as if a little frightened by the baron at this moment.

"You don't need to be like this, my lord, I have already given up, and I will cooperate with you." Feeling the meaning of the other party's words, Yaozi seemed to be a little gaffe, but he still tried to save himself:

"All of this, including all the assassinations in the entire Scarlet Year, were written by our master. His name is'Teng'—Mike must also know him."

"And I can help you, help the secret branch, help the Star Kingdom find him."

Yanzi looked at Thales unwillingly:

"He holds a terrible secret in his hand, including the mastermind of the Scarlet Year."

"It involves the fate of the entire Star Kingdom."

Frank and Felicia looked at each other, and even Zackel tightened his lips.

But this time, the brazier miscalculated.

"But Bladeya camp belongs to me."

I saw the master of Bladeya camp, Wings of Legend, Roman Williams stared at the drill intently and said softly:

"Only belongs to me."

Thyls watched this scene quietly.

I am in a hurry:

"Of course, and you protected it very well."

"Listen, I know who was involved in this incident, the Northlanders, the darkroom, and even other forces...I can take you to them..."

"My staff still have a lot of resources to use, you can treat me as..."

But the next moment, the wings of legend moved!

The weird white light flashed instantly, transforming into a spear, and heading straight to the heart of the drill!

"Shit!"

The sound of torn flesh.

Tyles' nerves tightened.

The next second, the drill lowered his head blankly, watching the endless blood pouring out of his chest.

No.

He doesn't understand.

The words of Wings of Legend continue, indifferent, unsentimental, like never heard the words of the drill:

"That's...mine."

He looked at the drill condescendingly, as if looking at a weakly struggling bug.

Yongzi seemed to finally understand his fate.

He lifted his gaze from the fatal on his chest, tried his best to squeeze a final sorrowful smile, and then turned into a hideous look:

"Crook, shadow will never die, forever..."

But the white light flashed again, across the neck of the drill!

The latter's fierce last words came to an abrupt end.

"People who want to move it out of my hands..."

Roman held the mutilated head blankly, letting blood drip from the gun body on his right hand:

"...you have to pay a price."

The headless body of the drill fell softly to the ground.

Thyls watched this scene with his eyes wide open:

The brazier of the Shield of Deception, the figure who used to manipulate the situation in the dark night of Longxiao City and Bladeya Camp, just like this, quietly died in a corner of the desert.

Not even the last words are complete.

But the next moment, the spear in Roman's hand was retracted, turned into a short spear, and pierced into the mouth of the head!

His next move caused the fast rope to cover his mouth in horror:

"I got a--"

Thyls stared at Roman's movements in a daze: I saw him leisurely and skillfully tore the flesh from the head back and forth with a short spear, in--

Cutting?

Everyone has changed!

Amidst the frightening slight friction, the flesh and blood spattered and blood dripped.

Roman's movements are skillful and his expression is indifferent.

It's like cutting vegetables.

Seeing the people around was chilling.

Fortunately, Roman does not like to talk too much, otherwise Thales even guessed that he must hum a little song at the moment.

Soon, a few seconds later, there were only two blood holes left in Yanzi's staring eyes, and his mandible had separated from his head.

The head became more and more ferocious, and the blood dripped endlessly.

Thyles's hair was horrified.

And Roman put away the gun body, turned the half-head in his hand with interest, that expression...

It's like watching a piece...

Crafts.

This thought gave Thales a chill.

Everyone's complexion is not pretty, only Frank coughed:

"Sir?"

Legendary Wings turned around now~IndoMTL.com~ threw the drill's half-head to Frank-the latter caught it with great disgust, and turned the **** eye hole to the other side.

Roman's expression was indifferent and calm, but Thales always felt that the other party was in a good mood at the moment.

He grabbed a handful of sand and rubbed the blood on his hands:

"Dispose of it on the spot, and then burn it after the war."

Burning?

Thyls frowned.

"The quality of Chief Chirusa Stonebreaker is not bad."

Faced with the strange gaze of his subordinates, Roman shook his shoulder and knocked on the ugly half of the orc skull on his left shoulder.

"It's been more than ten years, I'm a little tired of wearing it, I want to change it..."

Legendary Wings pointed to the hideous head who was tied to the horse by Frank, and whispered:

"Keep it light."