Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 206: Scarlet Iris (Part 1)

"Ooooooo! What is this? Someone knocked down two people in a row, and that wasn't enough, and went straight to the third person!"

The host's voice echoed throughout the arena, surprised and surprised:

"Ah! From here, someone broke the tacit understanding of twos and threes confrontation and began to attack all opponents indiscriminately! Is it to recreate the shocking miracle of 'Holy Law' Montaillou who killed the audience by himself two centuries ago? ?"

"Deceived Kangxi"

Half of the team players were still waiting to protect themselves and save their energy, guarding and counterattacking carefully, in order to stand at the end and get a good place, but the chaos in this corner of the arena quickly spread like ripples:

The battered fighter retreated in pain and hit the back of the other person. The nervous latter hurriedly counterattacked and accidentally collided with the third opponent's blade. He moved closer until he was hit by another ambush who had been staring at him for a long time...

"Wow, there is a precedent, other players can't sit still, and they also start to look for opportunities to attack. Everyone in this area has started to take action. It is not uncommon to see unfair scenes of playing more and less and finding opportunities. But who can complain? This is the fairest and most unfair team competition! Come on, let me hear more noise!”

Due to the start, everyone's rhythm was pulled up and disrupted, and the entire arena was plunged into fierce and chaotic battles that were indistinguishable between the enemy and the enemy.

"The situation has changed all of a sudden! Audiences, our gospel has arrived! The real melee will come sooner than before!"

As night fell, the entire arena was still brightly lit, and the drums were even louder than before, while the melee in the team competition intensified. The players who formed a group fought chaotically, thrilling and indistinguishable. Every time someone was injured, bleeding or unfortunately fell. , the audience in the venue will stand up and exclaim, slap everything they can come across to cheer wildly.

"Go! Go! Kill him! Yaaaaaa!"

"Be careful behind the back! Ah! Grass! You rubbish! Pay me back!"

"Everyone else is doing it, don't be a coward! Come on!"

"Have you seen Brother Ba Li! He fought back and fought back, look - ah ah ah, it's just a little bit!"

As the battle report came out of the outfield, the clamor that was enough to shake the Emerald City came from the crowd outside the arena, overshadowing the infield's voice, the whole election will be tense, the atmosphere is frenetic, and the heart is beating fast.

"Look at the chaotic northwest corner! Kanamani from the Tarundi Co-administration area, he has become a drag, strongly intervening in a two-person duel, wielding a big sword to fight against one another without losing the slightest! Seems to be saying 'That's it? Let's do another one!' - oh, that's what you want! Isn't this coming? It's coming from behind! Tack, Kanamani is out - the story tells us, don't pull You're not sure what to pull!"

"But the attackers didn't feel good either. After eliminating Kanamani, he was also severely beaten. He looked shaky. It was just like the old saying of the old night: When the snipe and clams fight, the fisherman's wife's adulterer wins. !”

"As for why, ha, who told the fisherman to leave home to fish!"

Under the very fanciful commentary of the host, the sound waves inside and outside the arena echoed, from the inside to the outside and back to the inside, which made Thales in the main stand have an illusion, as if he had returned to seven years ago The country is a meeting, and every word said there will usher in a delayed but shocking response from the Xingju Square.

"Barbaric."

Tales shook his head with a tut, looking at the chaotic scuffle below: "Everyone is crazy, is this normal?"

Jann frowned:

"In previous years, this situation would only occur when the number of people dropped to less than ten people, everyone was red-eyed, and there was no need to save energy, unless..."

"Among the contestants, some people deliberately speed up the rhythm." Xi Lai said.

Tales froze in his heart, he resisted the urge to stand up and go forward:

"There are too many people and the scene is too chaotic. I can't see which player is making the pace faster."

"What are they going to do, won't they really stir up the riots?" Xilai doubted.

"It doesn't matter," Jenn's words were firm, "this is the arena, and the Emerald Legion has been deployed in advance, no matter what accidents, no matter what means they have prepared..."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the direction of the stairs:

"His Royal Highness Thales!"

The three of them turned around and saw someone standing on the steps under the stand, arguing with the guarding Seychelles knights and anxiously calling out the prince's name

Jane squinted his eyes:

"Tales, that's not yours..."

Tales' eyelids jumped:

"That's right, my valet, Wya."

"Which one?" Xilai asked.

Tales couldn't help but tell a story.

"Which one?" Jenn was at a loss.

"That's the one... Anyway, let him come up." Thales gave up explaining.

Jane rolled his eyes and said vigilantly:

"Wait, your attendant, is it possible that he betrayed..."

"It's impossible," Thales said decisively, "I believe in Wyah, more than anyone else."

"Other Wyyas?" Xilai interjected.

"Shut up." Thales had a dark face.

Jann looked puzzled, but waved the sergeants to let them go.

"His Royal Highness Thales!"

Wiya hurried up the steps and headed straight for Thales.

"Lord Jenn, and Ms. Cecilia, I just went to the bathroom, sorry to disturb your Yaxing..."

Ya Xing?

A glimpse of Thales: In a corner not far from them, a contestant was knocked on his head and knocked on a flower, and fell to the ground unconscious, bleeding until the medical officer and the stretcher team saw the opportunity and cautiously Quickly and swiftly dragged him out of the field.

"No, you're just in time, Wyah, what about the others? I remember I asked Hugo to ask about Mallos..."

Wiya had a meal and looked embarrassed: "They, uh..."

Under Thales' gaze, Wyah took a deep breath:

"They're playing, and they're betting."

As soon as these words came out, Zhan and Xilai couldn't help but turn their heads and glanced at Thales.

Tales frowned:

"Put down, bet?"

Wiya looked embarrassed and smiled awkwardly:

"Yes, yes, that's the one, you know, what to bet...what banker, what take-all, what's on the plate..."

"So, you guys just got together downstairs, Didi Gugu, sneaking around, just for this?" Xilai's eyes were contemptuous.

"Ah? It's so obvious?" Wyah was startled at first, and then reacted immediately, with an embarrassed expression, slurred speech, and stiff laughter, "Oh, yes, yes, this is all discovered by you, hey, hey, hey Hey."

"It's great," sarcastically, Jenn, reaching out to the arena, "We're at a critical moment, Thales, and your subordinates are betting on... betting?"

Tales only felt his face stiff.

Damn.

Are these brats going to be open and honest without Mallos?

"I, he... you don't know something, betting is just a statement, they... actually have their own priorities," Thales said bitingly, "Wyya, right?"

Wya shuddered.

"When, of course! Your Highness! Important task! Very important task!" Wyah replied bluntly, "They will appear when they complete the task!"

The Kevin Dill brothers and sisters gave Thales a contemptuous look.

Tales had to smile and continue to watch the competition with a cheeky face:

The melee in the arena became more and more intense and bloody. The players were constantly forced to deal with every opponent from all directions, and the arena became more and more similar to the real battlefield.

"Wya?"

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"You, you're standing... too close to me."

"Oh, sorry!" Wyah took a step back in shock.

"It's okay. Also, can you... let go? You're scratching my hand."

"Ah, Your Highness, I'm sorry, I just..." Huaya hurriedly let go, he glanced at Zhan En and Xilai from the corner of his eye, and smiled embarrassedly at His Highness, "It's been a long time, I miss you."

Zhan and Xilai, who were originally staring at the contest in the field, turned their heads and looked sideways.

"Eh, of course, haha," Thales was stunned for a second, he squeezed out a smile and looked at the Kevin Dill brothers and sisters, "You know, Wyah and I have been in a good relationship for so many years."

The Iris siblings frowned and returned to the arena.

"That, Wyya..." The prince said embarrassedly, "I have something to discuss with Duke Jenn and the others - can you wait under the stand like before?"

"Zun--ah?" Wyya's face turned pale at first, then took a deep breath, and seemed to have made up her mind, "But, Your Highness, I, I have been away from you for too long, I miss you very much, can I Stay with you, not much, just a little while?"

Jane and Xilai turned their heads again, looking strange.

Tales' smile froze on his face.

"Hey, I said, we are in a good relationship, okay, then you can stay." Facing them, Thales pointed to the arena naturally, transitioning the topic, "Ah! Look at that Two contestants! How awesome!"

The siblings turned their heads suspiciously.

But Thales keenly noticed that Wyah quietly picked up Thales's sword - "Warning".

Strange.

Tales' brows moved, and he straightened his waist calmly, feeling the JC dagger tied to his lower waist.

"Everyone in the audience, look at him! The sword of destiny, he is blocking the sword of his teammates, guarding the way, and forcing several people back along the way!"

Following the host's words, the audience looked at the scene he explained:

During the melee, a black-armored soldier stepped forward, his long sword flew, and flexibly interspersed at a speed that was not commensurate with his heavy armor and size, and knocked down several people within ten seconds. smashed a **** path in the melee.

And a white-robed swordsman covered in a helmet followed behind him, not in a hurry, walking with his sword, he passed the players lying on the ground moaning and screaming, whenever someone wanted to sneak up on him from behind , the black armored warriors in front have long expected, or turn around to protect, or throw long-range to protect the white swordsman.

The host's deliberately long tail echoed in the arena:

"He and his teammates, are they another team of moving and loyal knight masters and servants? Or are the guards and thugs at home fighting for the young master's reputation? Or is it the tacit agreement that the audience hates the most? Or? Say... another pair of lovers who fell in love at first sight on the battlefield and protected each other? What is the truth, let's wait and see!"

Seeing this scene, the audience talked a lot:

"Again? Another one who paid for a guarantee?"

"What kind of gilded son is this!"

"Hey, it's called going to the grassroots to exercise ability, experience life, and enrich your resume!"

"Can you still play like this?"

"This is a team competition, and the default is to use the means. As long as you can win, you can play whatever you want!"

"What's the point of that!"

The black-armored warriors and the white-robed swordsmen in the field are in a group of two, one outside and one inside, moving and still, almost invincible. The players who are fighting fiercely around them take them as the center, and unknowingly, a circle is formed. In the vacuum area, he moved slowly with the footsteps of the black armored warriors.

"Oh, Bischoff and the others have traveled all the way to break through the siege, do they want to occupy a favorable position and fight to the end? Then they can go far enough!"

But at this moment, the cadence of the host's commentary changed the rhythm:

"Wait, how are they heading towards... no no no! Player Bischoff! You can't cross this line, do you hear? It's a foul, points will be deducted or even... go back, go back! This direction It's not a competitive area, you can't come here to fight, and you can't come to avoid fighting! If you don't want to fight, just surrender and admit defeat... It's close to the host station, and there are microphone lines, which are very expensive... Eh, guards, guards? Guards, drive them back!"

The host's voice was amplified and spread throughout the arena, grabbing the audience's attention for a while. Everyone stood up and became curious, and Thales and others also subconsciously turned their heads and looked down at the host:

Several guards greeted the black-armored warrior, drew their weapons and berated him for going back.

The next second, but seeing a flash of sword light, the guards fell to the ground one after another, and the black armored soldier continued to move forward, striding across the line on the ground.

Under the gaze of the entire arena, the swordsman in white followed behind him with a comfortable posture and light footsteps.

As if patrolling his own kingdom.

Tales frowned, Jen and Xilai leaned forward subconsciously.

On the host stage, the host of the event waved angrily, and the voice spread throughout the arena:

"Hey! This is the holy election! You can't do this! You can't! You can't attack the guards! They're not your opponents! You need to cancel your grades! Well, if there are casualties, you can go to jail! It doesn't work either!"

Perhaps they have never seen such a scene before, but many viewers were in high spirits, standing up and cheering for the pair of contestants who broke the rules.

"What's the situation?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

"Is that the person we're looking for?" Xilai leaned forward.

"It's them, they're here," Jenn's eyes narrowed, looking at the increasingly chaotic team competition and the special pair of contestants, "as expected."

In the field, two figures, one black and one white, moved forward all the way, and a group of guards rushed over. However, the team competition was still in progress, and the melee situation was complicated, which made it impossible for them to assemble and enter the field for a while to maintain order and punish them. offenders.

Wiya stood behind Thales and swallowed.

At the same time, the black armored warriors in the field stopped below the hosting platform. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky.

"I don't understand," Xilai wondered, "Those two guys, they didn't try to get close to our stand, and they didn't try to win, but attacked the guards in such a high-profile way... What is this for? "

"It's nothing more than killing people and stirring up riots," Jan shook his head. "We'll find out—in the cell."

Murder and kill.

At that moment, looking at the position of the black armored warrior, Thales' eyes moved.

"Killing kills... not killing kills," the prince murmured, "no one will listen."

"What?" Jenn's expression changed.

No one listens...

Listen to...

The next second, Thales was shocked and stood up subconsciously!

"They're taking the podium! That microphone!"

Jann also realized this, and his face changed!

I saw the duke stand up suddenly and roar at the stands:

"Seychelles! Action!"

The Seychelles captain who had been prepared for a long time responded below, full of energy:

"I know, my lord! Don't worry! As planned, Rorian and Silva will lead the way and deal with the offenders!"

"Others, protect the Duke Stand! Watch out for anyone suspicious!"

The next moment, the white-robed swordsman in the arena nodded to the black-armored warrior, only to see the former step up the steps and rush to the host stage in three or two steps!

Tales could see it from the stand: the swordsman in white approached step by step and grabbed the host by the collar.

The host's voice was originally full of energy, but this moment changed its tone:

"No no no, you can't come up! I'm still commenting on the election... don't touch the microphone... no, ah! Ouch! No no no help!"

The sound of entanglement and fighting on the podium was transmitted through the microphones throughout the arena.

Soon, a strange and cold voice replaced the host and sounded in the arena:

"You, get out."

The host screamed and tumbled down the steps, hurriedly fleeing.

This kind of accident is unprecedented. Except for the players who were still fighting in the main stadium, the entire arena was in an uproar. After ten seconds, there were louder shouts from the crowd outside the arena.

"What's the matter?"

"Is someone crazy about being popular?"

"Wait, this kind of thing is not unheard of, wait for the guards to catch him, and then go to jail..."

"Don't! I bet on him!"

Vassals, nobles, merchants, foreign guests... Almost everyone stood up in their seats, in shock, and some even wanted to cross the fence to watch the fun, but were stopped by the vigilantes and green hats.

At this moment, the unfamiliar and stern voice - the white swordsman's voice resounded again, shaking the arena: "I know, I know you didn't come for this, Emerald City, not for this We will see the election."

"But, now, please—listen to—me—speak."

The audience in the major stands was silent, and even some of the players who were fighting on the field stopped.

I saw the swordsman in white standing on the stage. He still hid his face behind his helmet and looked at the entire election arena.

"I see," Thales stared at what happened on the opposite host, "he's doing what you did."

Jane turned back for a while: "What? What did I do?"

"The royal banquet, remember? Anker Bailar," Thales suddenly said, "he, he is forcing everyone to listen, and then..."

Jane's eyes narrowed.

"Listen to what? Who is Anker Bailar?" Xilai didn't know why.

"Damn, I thought their target was either you or me." Jen said to Thales with a gloomy face.

Xilei frowned:

"What about me?"

"So the focus of the defense is here, ignoring the host, but..." Zhan ignored his sister, he took a deep breath, "but it doesn't matter, since they show up, the game is over, it's a matter of time ."

Tales was about to say something, but felt his hands were tight. He turned his head and found that Wyah handed the "Warning Man" to him.

"His Royal Highness," Wiya looked solemn, "in case of emergency."

Tales's heart tightened, but the voice of the swordsman in white immediately sounded.

"As you know, this morning, a vigilante died in the Emerald City," his voice was low, very deep, not fast, but with an inexplicable sense of grief and anger, "One person, one life , a husband, a father, died on the street."

"But he's not the only one..."

The death of Caquere was the big news this morning. The whole arena exploded, and the reactions from each stand were mixed:

The noble vassals were cautious and kept silent. The bureaucrats looked serious and exchanged glances. The businessmen were terrified and whispered. The foreign state guests were curious and waited to watch the excitement. There was a buzzing sound, and everyone was excited to discuss.

Of course, more people turned their heads, looking at the Duke's stand, either naturally or unnaturally.

"Too many people have died in the Emerald City these days - wine merchants, wool merchants, vigilantes, apologists, accountants, sons of former mercenaries, etc... They all died unintentionally, but all No sun, no one knows, for some ridiculous reason."

The white-robed swordsman continued to speak, while the black-armored soldier stood under the presidency and swung his sword one after another, instantly eliminating the two groups of guards who wanted to approach.

Tales, Jenn, and Xilai looked at each other, feeling each other's surprise and unease.

"However, the real murderer who killed them not only hid behind the scenes, but also slandered and framed them, tried to frame the heir of the kingdom, tried to discredit the Duke of Star Lake, and tried to drive away Prince Thales who came with fairness and justice."

Tales frowned tightly, and Wyah stood closer to the prince.

"...just to hide his own hypocritical and ugly face and cover up the monstrous things he has done."

The swordsman in white snorted coldly:

"So I am determined not to endure, to remain silent, to endure filth and humiliation for the Emerald City..."

The next second, he raised his head and pointed his long sword at the Duke's stand opposite the arena:

"That's right, Jenn Cavendell!"

"Our wise duke, it was you who killed them!"

The swordsman in white said loudly:

"You killed the businessman Dagory Moss! Killed the businessman Diop! Killed the Chief of Vigilance Jeff Rene! He also killed Prince Thales' security officer, Caquere vigilante!"

There was an uproar in the arena again, and the words of the swordsman in white were like a thunderbolt that blew up the entire arena.

"My God..."

"What's the matter..."

"It must be a false accusation, empty vernacular, one-sided words, don't believe it..."

"It's a conspiracy of foreign forces!"

"But what if it's true?"

"Go on! I want to hear more!"

In the Duke's stand, Jen suppressed his anger, and tried his best to call his generals with grace: "Seychelles! How did you drag it down to this point!"

"I'm so sorry, Your Excellency!"

Captain Seychelles responded hurriedly from the stands:

"It's just that the bottom is full of contestants, and the audience is also crowding forward. We need to clear the road, or detour, at most a few minutes..."

"No!"

Jane stood up suddenly:

"Stop the bout! Don't take a detour, just rush into the arena, destroy the **** megaphone, arrest them! Now!"

Tales had never seen Jenn so complacent, he and Xilai looked at each other.

Seychelles was shocked.

"Call, stop? But my lord, according to the rules of the election, let the troops rush in before the winner is decided..."

"Go to tm's rules!"

Jane roared in disbelief, and half of his body leaned out of the stand:

"My family's election will be decided by me!"

The appearance of the duke caught many people's attention, and Xilai reacted the fastest, and immediately got up to support his brother and pull him back:

"It's still according to the original plan, Knights of Seychelles, just treat this as an ordinary violation of discipline and law: the crazy words of a madman, there is no need to send the Emerald Legion army, and so many foreign guests are watching. ."

"No, you will now—"

Xilai grabbed her brother's hand and interrupted Zhan sternly:

"This will make us more embarrassed and more speechless."

The Duke of South Bank stared blankly at his sister. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and shook his sister's hand tightly.

Seychelles was startled, but Cassian patted him on the shoulder, the former hesitated for a moment, nodded and turned away.

"I see - misguided." Thales spoke suddenly, attracting their attention.

"Little Borwyn's death was not for the Emerald City to see," Thales said subconsciously, "but for you to see, Jenn Kevin Dill, and even for you to see alone. to."

Jane's eyes narrowed.

"Then, and then you're misguided to do what they expected, to respond, to try to counter it, to do...the things you 'have to do'."

Tales sighed: "It's also what they want you to do."

What they want from you...

Hearing this, Xilai's expression slowly changed.

The words of the swordsman in white continue:

"And more than that, Jenn, more than that..."

Just listening to his sneer echoed around the arena, leaving all the audience at a loss:

"It's not enough for you to kill them, you also use all your relationship means from top to bottom, from black to white, from the blood bottle gang to the police station, to bend the law for personal gain, to cover up the truth of the case, to fake them death!"

Zhan En stared at the man in white on the host, his eyes splitting.

The noise in the arena is getting louder and louder, and it's getting harder and harder for vigilantes to keep the stands and entrances in order.

Finally, two more teams of guards broke through the crowd and rushed to the stage with torches.

"All this is because they know your most shameful and ugly secrets, and they know what you did in those days!"

The swordsman in white raised his voice and swung his sword:

"Yes, Emerald City!"

"It was he, Jenn Kelvindir, who, eleven years ago, hired a murderer to kill his father, the revered old Duke Leinster Kelvindir, Sit on a blood-stained throne and become an unrighteous duke!"

The man in white roared and pierced his heart:

"The Patriarch!"

At that moment, Thales was stunned.

Xilei was also stunned.

Only Zhan En, he held his sister's hand tightly, looked at the man in white on the stage, and said nothing.

"Today, all the people who have died wrongly are the ones he tried to silence, tried to cover up this sin, and committed the sin."

The voice of the man in white finally fell.

The next second, the entire arena boiled, first inside, then outside, first spectators, and then at a loss to the vigilantes and emerald sergeants.

"Absurd!"

Another voice came suddenly.

Many people turned their heads in unison: I saw one of the thirteen decreed earls on the vassal's stand, the Count of Lasia of Zedi, standing up, angered.

He pushed aside his eldest son, who was blocking him, and drew his weapon:

"The eucalyptus of the year was clear and clear - the rat people dared to spray people with blood!"

Under the surprised eyes of many people, Count Lasia rushed down from the stand:

"For the reputation of the leader of the South Bank, no matter life or death, take him down! Kill him! Bring the bow and crossbow and shoot him to death!"

The earl's actions caused a small disturbance, but fortunately, the earl was quickly stopped by his eldest son and did not rush into the arena, which was already a mess, mixed with guards, contestants, and spectators.

Behind the Count, all the vassals had solemn expressions, and Sister Karabyan raised a folding fan to hide their faces.

But the laughter of the man in white sounded coldly:

"Rat, rat, rat?"

He sneered and dropped the sword.

"Excuse my rudeness, respect the noble Duke of Xinghu, His Royal Highness Thales."

The swordsman in white stretched out his hands and removed his visor.

In front of the entire arena, he showed a round face, young, but his demeanor was vicissitudes.

I saw him smiling:

"And of course you, Jenn Kevin Dill, my dearest and most admired cousin, and oh, and you, my dearest cousin, Cecilia."

Cousin.

Cousin?

Tales was startled.

The next second, he looked at the round face of the swordsman in white, suddenly reacted, and quickly turned his head: "He is—"

But Thales stopped when he spoke:

In front of him, both Zhan and Xilai were stunned, shocked.

"He, he..." Xilai couldn't believe it.

"Impossible." Jenn sat down in a daze.

"It's been a long time, Emerald City," the round-faced uninvited guest dropped his helmet, his tone indifferent, with a rare resentment hidden between the lines, "My name - Federico Calvindil."

"The late Honorary Viscount of Archsea, the eldest son of Sona Calvindil."

Federico Calvindale.

What?

The earl of Lasia, who was roaring to kill, was taken aback for a moment.

The next moment, the whole arena was noisy again, and many people began to clamor.

Tales took a deep breath and tried his best not to see the Kevin Deeres.

"That's right, cousin, I'm not dead," whispered the uninvited guest calling himself Federico, staring straight at the unbelievable Jenn, "Actually, I fed me from the prison river, from the time you sent me to the high seas. The ocean-going ship of the fish... crawled back."

"Come back to correct all the injustices and injustices buried in Kongming Palace in the past eleven years."

At this moment, Federico's whispers echoed throughout the arena:

"For my father, for me, and for the Emerald City."

"More blood-stained - irises."

The next second ~IndoMTL.com~ Federico laughed and pulled out a flag, shaking it in the air, and sticking it on the podium.

Tales frowned.

Amid Federico's laughter, under Jenn's anger, and in the light of the lights, the flag fluttered in the wind, revealing a pure red flower—no, it was blood...

Iris.

Under the Duke's stand, the tricolor irises on the giant pennant are far from each other.

"Ning because of friends..."

Under the night sky, across the entire arena, Federico stared at his cousin on the opposite side, and in the midst of thousands of lights and endless noise, he said with hatred:

"Do not let the enemy die."

Under the stage, under the sword of the black armored soldier, another guard who rushed up was unwilling to fall.

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