Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 22: Wheel battle

In the field, Thales calmed down a bit, feeling the more and more active Hell River's crime flowing through his body again.

Since the end of the adventure in the desert, he has found that the crime of the Hell River is more solid and sufficient. Compared with the previous "Ten Seconds Real Man", it now can withstand longer consumption.

After the power of termination dissipates, the fatigue and numbness it leaves on the body are correspondingly reduced.

Sure enough, Thales thought:

Things that can't kill you, make you stronger.

Of course, this is not without cost-since being badly injured by Nicolai, his left wrist is no longer as flexible as before, which has more or less affected his use of the shield.

And it would be even better if its temper became better while the crime of the prison river was operating.

"Your Excellency, I am Gianluca Commuto."

Kong Muto is a short, sturdy man with a dark skin and a shy smile. At first glance, he looks like someone next door to your house who has been hit by the wind and frost, but is still kind, optimistic and strong. Ben Four Uncle.

Thyls noticed that from time to time the opponent glanced in the direction of Mallos subconsciously.

"I used to be a first-level security officer in the inner city security department responsible for the protection of important people." Facing the Duke of Xinghu, Kong Muto smiled so brightly that he was a little flattering:

"Fortunately to pass the assessment and selection to enter the Royal Guard."

"Now, I am one of the new guards in your bodyguard."

Guardian.

Thyls took a deep breath:

Well, he is quite familiar with it.

Whether it is the green-skinned uncles in the Western District, whose nostrils are upturned to the sky, and the blood bottle help.

It's still a silly big man who is not very bright, and if he loses his job, he will unfortunately go back to inherit the knighthood.

But before he can think deeply, the battle in the field has begun!

Clang!

Only hearing a muffled sound, Thales’ arm shield collided with Kong Muto’s blade!

Commuto is not as humble as Piloga before. His aggressive and aggressive attacking contrasts with the flattering smile on his face.

Tyles moved his footsteps, his sword was drawn out, and he exchanged offense and defense several times in the air with the opponent.

In the metal collision, the Duke of Star Lake in the senses of **** found that the sword style of Commuto was quite satisfactory. It was neither subtle enough to the point that Piloga's several weapon engagements were enough to counter the opponent, nor was it rough to become a beast. People are so open to the degree of unification.

The offensive and defensive advances and retreats between the two are even at once.

This surprised Thales.

But...

Clang!

Tyles once again used his arm shield to withstand the opponent's blow.

He gritted his teeth and steadied his footsteps, the crime of the prison river flooded with all his strength, pushing the opponent away without showing any weakness.

But at that moment, Thales felt bad:

Under him, he felt that the opponent's sword was light and fluttering, with no effort at all.

Sure enough, I saw Komuto lightly let the shield on the front of Thales, the sword turned on the shield.

In the next second, the crime of Hell River exploded in his body again, bringing an indescribable tremor.

But Thales only had time to turn around!

Clang!

Boom!

The crisp sound of metal collision and the muffled sound of bludgeoning flesh and blood came one after another!

"Oh..."

In the low uproar of the guards, Thales staggered back through gritted teeth, knelt down on one knee, and propped his shield on the ground.

The severe pain and numbness from the shoulder told him:

This round is over.

As a former security officer and now a security officer, Kong Muto nodded with a smile, retracted his practice sword, and did not continue to attack.

It's the hilt.

Tyles gasped in pain, turning around his painful shoulder and arm, telling himself.

At that moment, he opened Kong Muto's sword with his shield, but did not block the other's hilt.

The cross guard on his sword followed like a shadow, taking advantage of the opportunity of pushing his arm forward on the top of his shield, he swung it again.

If Thales hadn't reacted in time, this one would probably hit the ribs under his arms.

Then he basically lay down.

But even so...

Tyles took a deep breath.

His shoulder socket...

Ah, it's so uncomfortable.

Northland military swordsmanship also uses the hilt to control the enemy, but most of them are at a stalemate, and other methods are not effective when they can replace the attack. There is rarely Konmuto like this. All the paving is for this hilt. Case.

On the side of the training court, Doyle blew his hair into the sky and stabbed Glover.

"Oh, this trick of Ji'an...When the guard wing bullied the newcomer, I saw it...In short, he was not easy to deal with."

Glover snorted softly.

Guard spectators talked in low voices, and some laughed faintly.

Marius, who was watching the game, turned his head, thoughtful.

Commuto did not pursue, but kindly waited for the Duke to regroup.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Duke," he smiled undiminished with a sword in his hand:

"But I don't think you want me to keep my hand, right."

Damn it.

Tyles exhaled, feeling the crime of the prison river flooding his shoulders, relieving the numbness and pain.

His left arm is better now.

"Jian worked hard in the police hall," Mallos's no longer strange voice sounded again:

"The experience and skills in the streets and lanes are very rich."

"Strictly speaking, his technique belongs to the emerging domestic combat doctrine trend in the past 100 years. It is especially popular among hired knights and pioneering nobles, and is called ‘new wave’."

Tyles turned his head, and as expected, the watchman held his arms as if watching a good show.

"In recent decades, the'new wave' knights have also learned a lot of experience from domestic and foreign wars, including mercenaries. They only seek to adapt to the battle situation and strive for victory and survival. For this reason, their style is flexible. Not sticking to the rules, and mixing hundreds of schools."

"Of course, New Wave is often criticized by other schools: disorderly structure, unorganized style, short-sightedness, and lack of focus."

The watchman smiled softly:

"On the other hand, it is also the most difficult to deal with-you never know what surprises are below."

New trendy?

Thyls slowly followed his breath and refocused his attention on Kong Muto.

The other party still has that honest smile.

A mercenary?

Thyls thought, suddenly thinking of someone.

Black sword.

The young man remembered that the opponent was on the cliff of the sky in Longxiao City, defending, escaping, luring the enemy, looking for opportunities, and controlling the enemy...

Think of the scene where he has a variety of methods, fighting against the magician of Qi without losing the wind.

I think of the other party's "carrying" (Thyls always wanted to find a nice transitive verb) himself, in the blood sea of ​​the shield zone, rushing to the journey of the multi-headed monster Kilika.

After thinking about it, the crime of the prison river was raging again, as if dissatisfied with the aggrieved round of this round.

"Sir, you have a good reputation, I'm just a..."

Commuto responded to Mallos with a smile.

But before he finishes talking, Thales' offense is in sight again!

Clang!

The sword Thales gritted his teeth was veteranly blocked by Kong Muto, and the opponent immediately pressed forward and stabbed with a sword.

The young man knew that the opponent had a lot of methods, and he waved his sword to block, and stepped back wisely to prevent another attack.

But the next moment, the **** senses suddenly trembled, and the ominous feeling came again.

Sure enough, Thales felt a shock in his leg.

He lost his balance!

Damn it.

The crime of the Hell River roared.

Without thinking about it, Thales tried his best, rolled over and rolled out of the battlefield in a awkward posture!

Boom!

Commuto's knees slammed into the sand, making a frightening muffled noise.

After this round, the guards made a low uproar again.

But the boy avoided it somehow.

Thyls got up in shock and looked at Kong Muto who was slightly surprised.

Trimming legs?

Thyls would like to ask if the opponent has learned to wrestle, or knows a former guard who also likes to stumble in close combat.

But...

Tyles took a deep breath and straightened up.

After this round, he understood something.

Thyls didn't recognize the opponent's end power.

But he could feel: in the senses of hell, the moment before the two came into close contact, Kong Muto's final power had already flowed into shape, gathered in a certain part of his body, ready to go.

Such as wrists and sword hilts, such as waist and footsteps.

Cooperating with his little skills, it was launched instantly, which caught people off guard.

Moreover, it's not just the end power.

Tyles panted and looked at the opponent in front of him.

Like Mallos said...

Street skills, flexible style, unconventional, mixed?

The crime of Hell River started to burn again, more vigorous than before.

He wants to... how to face such an opponent?

Tyles took a deep breath and patted the dust on his body.

It’s not that difficult, right.

At that moment, a figure from many years ago appeared in his memory.

The figure raised a gold-colored saber, pulled away the sturdy figure, using himself as a weapon.

The figure fell from the sky, fierce and tough, ignoring the opponent's various means, and withstanding countless obstacles from the enemy.

The figure didn't change its face, didn't hesitate to step, broke through Rolf's block one after another, countered Wiya's ultimate move, cut off Raphael's weapon, smashed Miranda's attack, and will fight with all his strength. Cohen suppressed the losing streak, and was unable to fight back.

Finally came to Thales.

He is like a wild horse burning with flames.

Rampage.

Tough and fierce.

Forever.

Break through all obstacles.

Tyles closed his eyes.

The crime of Hell River can be understood without a teacher. With his mind, he would imitate the power of the end of that figure, but he was pressed down by Thales in the middle of the journey.

No.

Thyls is not Tuleha, not a hot knight.

The other party's power of ending is here, and it may not have such a good effect-he can't support such a large consumption.

And Komutuo is not the five who were instantly defeated.

But...

The next second, Thales opened his eyes.

The crimes of the prison river continue to burn, crackling, like a faint sneer.

Commuto kept smiling and watched the Duke attack again.

The surrounding guards watched the two figures approaching again, but they were not very attentive. Some even yawned.

Clang!

Double swords fought.

Commuto smiled slightly, and launched a counterattack with a twisted sword that was very attractive to Piloga's defensive counterattack.

In the senses of hell, Kong Muto's power of ending is gaining momentum.

Boom!

Tyles' shield once again blocked the blade of Komutuo.

This time, the opponent's sword suddenly trembled.

Thyls immediately felt the powerlessness of the shield.

I also felt the tremor reminded him of the crime of Hell River.

Sure enough, I saw Kong Muto smile, his long sword cleverly bypassed Thales' shield, and hit the young man's swordsman!

This time, Thales' mind was clear.

He suddenly understood.

How to fight.

It's the same as what he has learned in the past few years, when he was struggling to survive in different political whirlpools and different dangers.

The important thing is not strength, weapons, tactical skills, or even the power of ending.

But people.

People.

The power of the other party's ending is the same as Kong Muto himself: it seems simple and honest, but it is sleek and shrewd. He always envisions clever coping methods in advance, and only waits for the time to proceed step by step and take care of the results.

But...

The crime of the prison river surged up, filling Thales' left arm!

The next second, Kong Muto was surprised to find that the prince did not dodge or avoid, and used the most unfavorable posture to force his sword.

I saw Thales showing pain on his face and couldn't bear it, and the sword dropped.

The guards uttered low exclamations, and some people who had some expectations for the prince shook their heads.

Well, this is tantamount to surrendering.

Comuto thought sadly.

He turned his posture to avoid the Lord Duke who had lost his weapon.

He still has so many close-up skills afterwards, and he has no way of showing...

But forget it, anyway, plan to lose...

But Commuto's thoughts stopped at this moment.

Because in that second, he was surprised to see that Thales' shield was attached to several straps, sliding down smoothly.

Showing a left arm with a fist already closed.

And the Duke’s eyes—Kong Muto looked at the other’s painful face in a daze—still persevering.

Boom!

Another dull noise!

The boy's left fist hit Kong Muto's right rib fiercely!

The strength is amazing.

At that moment, Mallos frowned while watching the game.

Commuto only felt a numbness in his half of his body, and no sensation in his right arm.

When he secretly said something bad, the duke's gritted face widened in his vision.

Boom!

Commuto only felt a pain in his forehead and a golden star in front of him, and he lost his balance.

Plop!

The two fell to the ground.

Two muffled noises came—Tyles’ shield and Komutto’s long sword both landed.

After a few seconds, everyone recovered.

Commuto is already lying on the ground.

The former police officer was shocked and angry, struggling to get up, only to find that Thales was already sitting on him at some point.

"Duke...Your Excellency the Duke?"

The young man put his left hand against his neck, and the right arm of the shot down sword was dragged to his side, shaking slightly.

The crowd who had relaxed, let out a wave of depressed exclamations again.

On the sidelines, Mallos thought deeply, turning back from time to time to talk to a member of the guard next to him.

"You did a great job, Guard Officer, Gian Commuto."

At the face of humiliated Kong Muto, Thales gasped, showing a weak smile:

"It's just that I slack off at the end, so I can take advantage of it."

The slack boy stood up trembling and looked at Kong Muto, who had no self-confidence:

"A little tip."

"Don't do this—especially when you are facing an orc."

Commuto stood up only consensually, not daring to glance at Mallos, apologized incoherently, and hurried away.

Thyls exhaled now.

The crime of the prison river is still rushing in his veins, and the victory of momentum is like a flood after a dam, waiting to pour down at any time.

But Thales took his hand somehow.

The young man swayed back and turned around, panting, and fished up the water bag to calm the turmoil of the prison river.

"Although Ji'an released the water, how do I say..."

Doyle squinted at Kong Muto's faceless face to face everyone's back:

"In actual combat, Ji An will lose his throat, but our prince will also lose his right hand."

D.D shook his head helplessly:

"This kind of desperate move, and the previous tactics against Piloga...Sure enough, our prince came back from the north."

However.

"No."

Glover said coldly, the answer is simple:

"In actual combat, the prince will lose some saliva."

Doyle was taken aback:

"What?"

"Saliva?"

Glover looked at him with scorching eyes:

"Then Ji An will be crippled by us..."

The two of them were silent for a while while everyone was talking.

"Uh, what do you mean..."

Doyle blinked, then nodded awkwardly to answer:

"This, is this so real?"

Glover ignored him and turned his head back.

"But I still can't see it," Doyle stared at Thales, wondering:

"Does he really have the power to end?"

But if he didn't... how did he do it?

With all eyes in sight, Thales took a deep breath and put down the water bag.

Feeling the emptiness and excitement that existed in his limbs at the same time after the crime of the prison river faded, he ignored the comments of the people and looked up at his eyes, looking at the silent Marius.

"Is it enough?"

"Are you sure about my power of ending?"

Thyls didn't say so well:

"My dear guard head?"

Everyone's eyes focused on Mallos.

The watchman discussed a few words with the guards around him, and then he looked at Thales.

"I think I have some eyebrows, Your Highness," he squinted:

"But I can't confirm yet."

Tyles exhaled.

Some eyebrows.

Can't confirm?

That means...

Sure enough, I saw Mallos nodded and gave an order:

"Mike!"

"Go on."

As soon as this statement came out, the guards exchanged suspicious glances back and forth.

Soon, a man in his thirties walked out of the guard with a smooth face, soft brows, neatly dressed, and meticulous care.

Tyles sighed again, sighing how time flies so slowly.

Is this a wheel fight?

"Oh no, he is no longer called the guard wing and the logistics wing," Doyle changed his face and pointed to Mallos to Glover:

"This is not a good sign."

A man in his 30s came to the court and saluted respectfully.

"Mike Zoneved, Your Highness," Although the knight named Mike Zoneved is soft and elegant, his accent has a rough accent that Thales is familiar with:

"Nine years ago, I officially joined the Royal Guard."

Thyls nodded helplessly in return.

Zoneved’s words are concise, and his words are cautious:

"By the way, I am left-handed."

Zonevede removed the sword worn on the opposite side, and took a practice sword from the weapon rack:

"The offense will be fierce and... unexpected."

"You are careful."

Tyles smiled feebly and began to dress up again.

"Wait, Zoneved, this surname..."

Doyle on one side scratched his head:

"I seem to be impressed?"

Glover replied silently beside him:

"'Heisouchi'."

Black...what?

D.D is puzzled.

Glover didn't even look at him, just silently said:

"The family of executioners in the period of the Red King used to be among the seven servants of the Stars, and there were no fewer than three royal earls who died in their hands."

"Until Xianjun was crowned, they were convicted one by one, accountable, and deprived of titles and fiefdoms during the anti-chaotic trial."

Doyle showed a suddenly realized look.

Glover has no expression on his face:

"But you should know better than me."

Doyle frowned again:

"Why?"

Glover turned to Doyle slowly:

"Because of'Hey Zone, Bai Doi'."

Doyle was taken aback for a moment.

"'The Red King has two servants, and the widows cry day and night'."

Glover said coldly:

"Two hundred years ago, your family was as famous as them."

Danny Doyle blinked.

"Wow," After a while, D.D turned his head awkwardly and numbly:

"Yes, is it?"

You all know this?

Here is still chatting, but Thales has already met Zoneved’s blade!

Like Commuto, Zoneved was not polite at all and took the initiative to attack.

This time, Thales changed his face from the opponent's first blow!

Zoneved, different from his two previous opponents.

Clang! clang! clang!

Three sharp sounds!

Zoneved's expression was calm, and his left hand made a quick sword, continuously threatening Thales' chest, calf, and arm!

With three blocks, Thales was forced to retreat three steps in a row, surprised and strenuously resisting the opponent's offensive.

Compared to the older Piloga and the stout Komuto, this well-groomed knight has no expression on his face, but his offense is simple and straightforward, without fancy!

With a familiar feeling, Thales, who is too late to breathe, has not yet stood firm, and Zoneved’s offensive is coming again!

The Hell River's crime roared unwillingly, rushing to Thales's arm, but it could only support him to defend quickly.

Clang!

Zoneved’s expression was indifferent, but the sword in his hand became more and more swift. He was unbiased and went straight, aiming at the part where Thales was a little strenuous and unstable in the last defense-standing on his legs and wrists- Continuous attack.

The most terrible thing is that Thales rarely engages with enemies holding a sword in his left hand. In his opinion, every attack by Zoneved is at a tricky angle, making him unexpected and difficult to defend.

On the other hand, he was so strong that he was struggling to defend, and he could only retreat again and again to avoid the edge!

So much so that Thales' eighth defense was almost out of place, and he made it in a awkward step that was approaching the limit.

Even so, Thales' arm was smashed to an inch by the opponent's blunt sword without a front, and it hurt.

But he didn't have time to rest, and Zoneved's next stabbing came along where he was picked up!

Forcing Thales to gritted his teeth and urged—maybe he was almost crazy because of his frustration—the crime of prison river, again...

Go back.

And every time he retreats, Zoneved will have a little more offensive advantage next time, making Thales' defense more thrilling than ever!

Thyls felt the trembling on the shield and the blade and the pain and numbness of the muscles, and the more frightened the Vietnam War:

He was passively beaten all the way, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

This can’t help but remind Thales of his years in the Palace of Valor. The Northlanders’ offensive was so violent and swift that they did not give him a chance to breathe.

Zoneved’s offense apparently shocked the guard’s audience. Many people pointed and talked about it.

Even Mallos looked and nodded.

"Fuck," Doyle's eyes widened on one side:

"We still have such awesome people in our team?"

Even Glover was quite surprised:

"Either the opponent is too weak, or he is clumsy."

"When I was still in the Fuxing Palace, I never heard of such a person in the Vanguard Wing."

But compared to the audience's complacency and comment, Thales is not in such a good mood.

He gritted his teeth hard, used his shield to withstand Zonevide's full blow, and urged the crime of Hell River at all costs, finally attacking a counterattack.

Somehow, Zoneved's offensive was slowed down.

But the opponent only paused for a while, without blushing or breathing, and then attacked again, dragging the battle back to the previous rhythm.

Thyls is going crazy!

At this moment, he seemed to be a small boat floating in the stormy waves, trying his best to pull the sails to ensure that the boat would not turn over.

The accumulation of water at the bottom of the ship has become deeper and deeper.

Seeing it!

However, the opponent's power of ending is endless. In the sense of hell, Thales can even see the star of the opponent's skin!

"Your Highness, you should be familiar with this style, right."

Soon, that familiar, but annoying voice rang at this moment.

When Mallos' voice fell, perhaps it was about himself, or to respect the chief, Zoneved retreated freely and stopped the offensive.

Tyles finally got a breath of breath. He didn't have to work hard to defend. He panted, and at the same time squeezed his shield and long sword on the ground. The crimes of the prison river flooded, alleviating the pain and fighting along the way. The minor injuries.

Malles spoke slowly, and nodded to the flag-bearer Toby:

"Although he was born in the central collar, Mike has a cruel stepmother. He was raised by poor relatives sent to the north, and he followed a north knight as an attendant."

The voice fell, and many members of the guard cast their eyes on Zoneved.

"Sir, you actually..." Mike Zoneved smiled reluctantly:

"Don't mention the stepmother."

Marillos smiled apologetically, then looked at Thales and said seriously:

"Since the founding of the stars, the martial arts of the northern school have been spread among the knights in the north and the cliffs. They have absorbed many years of experience in fighting the Exeters, and have settled over the years to form a family."

Tyles panted in pain and shook his head at Mallos to show that he had heard.

"It not only has the advantage of Yankee's full-court attack and suppression, but also retains the traditional knight skills of the stars, and strives to achieve offensive and defensive integration, balance and complement each other, especially the transition of offensive and defensive and willful determination at critical moments."

Malles’s tone was cheerful:

"Therefore, the knights of the'Northern faction' in the kingdom are also called the'offensive and defensive faction'. They have a fierce offensive and fast-paced ~IndoMTL.com~ but the transition is smooth, attacking and defending, and defending with attacking."

"It’s a little careless against the enemy..."

"It was a complete failure, and all the games were lost."

Northern faction?

Offensive and defensive?

Strong offensive and fast pace...

Offensive means to defend, defends to lead offense......

Tyles' breathing eased somehow, he raised his head questioningly, and looked at the other side, who did not breathe, who was comfortable with Zoneved.

The other party nodded respectfully at him.

"As for the typical representatives among them..."

Malós took his arms easily and said a nickname that made many people silent and thoughtful:

"I believe you must have heard of'Kingdom's Fury'?"

Tels paused slightly.

The Fury of the Kingdom?

Many years ago, the breakout scene under Broken Dragon Fortress flashed back in his mind.

It’s a little careless against the enemy...

Falling defeat, losing all the game...

The prince took a deep breath.

Hehe.

Thyls curled his mouth.

Don't just hear it.

But...

Wait.

Thyls looked at Zoneved before him and squinted.

No, it's not just Kingdom Fury.

It's not just him.

Several different figures appeared before his eyes.

In the dungeon, there is little Barney who is fighting for life, and Brie, who has lost the ability to speak, rushes like a big bear.

It's them.

Knight of the "Northern School", right?

Tyles finally took a good breath and stood up.

"Let's take a look, Your Highness," Mallos smiled slightly:

"In the past six years, you have faced Exter-style martial arts..."

Mallos’ eyes were shining, and he shot Thales’ sweaty face directly:

"How did you respond?"

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