Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 221: Not at 1 point
Listening to the other party's introduction, Thales couldn't help but squeeze his fist secretly.
Cloma.
Of course.
Tels said silently: He knows the name.
The end of the battle seven hundred years ago, Prince Tormond, who was not the King of Renaissance, was defeated in an ambush in the "Cold Wind" and fell into a siege.
Even the faithful crows seeking help were hunted one by one in the air by the enemy's hunting falcon, hoping to be cut off.
The darkest hour was when a messenger who was responsible for raising the letter crow found a wounded letter crow on the battlefield.
The messenger was humble but young and fearless. In the desperate eyes of everyone, he held the last wounded crow, risking his death to sneak into the siege, breaking through the blockade of saker falcons and crossbows, just before he was caught and missed. Let it go on the edge of the battlefield.
A miracle happened.
The wounded crow that couldn't even fly high in the sky eventually brought back the reinforcements of the Northerners, restored the situation, saved the prince, and achieved the eternal "Cold Wind Reversal" campaign.
A few years later, Tormond became king. On the day when the nation was founded, the lucky survivor was awarded the emperor, and he was promoted to the thirteen noble families in the kingdom. His surname became the most prominent in the Western Famine One of the three big families.
This legendary story was finally abbreviated into one sentence and became the motto of the Croma family:
One-wing savior.
The legendary letter crow, which was born and died with the messenger, with only one wing left, was painted in an atlas, embroidered with flags, and printed on his robes, which became the name of the Wing Fort and became the Croma family. Family crest for 700 years:
One-winged crow.
Tyles took a deep breath and looked at the knight in front of him.
So, I saw more than a hundred crow whistle light knights in the desert, the so-called "thunder crows", including those heavy cavalry who faced the orcs, and those who walked along 60% from the hands of the monsters. The Baron of Goods...
It's all to him.
Thyls smiled and held the other's palm without hesitation:
"It's nice to meet you, Lord Earl of Wingburg."
Earl Yibao smiled, and he gently let go of the prince's hand.
"I know that you are tired on the way home and have gone through ups and downs, my lord, but please be at ease."
Deler turned sideways, revealing the thirteen flags behind him.
"According to the plan, from now on, my two hundred crow whistle light knights and I, as well as the one hundred men and horses of the twelve families under the Wing Fort, will join your **** team throughout the entire process until you return safely to the Fuxing Palace."
Thyls looked terrified.
"I...grateful."
Deler glanced at the freaks and frowned.
"So, this is the man sent by Baron Williams to **** you home?"
"Western Wilderness Standing Army, Twenty..."
The earl just scans carelessly and then reports the number:
"Twenty-five people?"
"Come to **** the prince?"
Snake Hand's face suddenly became hard to look.
"Earl, earl..."
He looks very nervous, hesitating and speaking:
"Well, I, no, ahem, I, we are blame...We are Stardust...I mean, we are Baron..."
But Deler didn't look at him, just said to Thales:
"Although Baron Bladeya is busy with official duties, I must offend that this is inappropriate."
"In particular, the Baron is also a direct vassal of the royal family."
The snake hand is a little worried:
"No, that... the baron..."
Thyls sighed.
"I told the baron not to disperse the forces for me, and he had to follow the order," the prince had to take the conversation and relieve the embarrassed snake hand:
"After all, Bladeya camp has just gone through a lot of hardship."
Snakehand looks at him gratefully.
Deler was silent for a while, and he looked at Thales firmly.
The prince smiled in response.
"I understand."
A few seconds later, Delek glanced around and smiled:
"Indeed, he cannot disperse his forces now."
Snakeman wanted to say something, but Delek had already turned around.
Snake Hand could only turn his head, angrily responding to the "humiliating" whisper of Ling Blade.
I saw the Earl of Wing Castle raise his voice and give orders to his subordinates:
"Tell Van Kee and Cardi behind to set aside the second and third teams and go to the capital with me."
"The prince's returnee team must not be decent."
His voice is not loud, but his voice is clear and powerful.
Looking at the messenger hurried away, Thales couldn't help frowning.
"Your Excellency, thank you for your kindness, but it doesn't have to be so..."
Kedler turned around abruptly:
"Forgive my persistence, Your Highness."
Thyls was taken aback by his seriousness.
"Wandering for six years and returning to the royal capital, in the eyes of the stars, do you return home with your fame or fail to return home..."
Deler stared at Thales, seeming to stare his soul out of his eyes:
"This is very important."
"Prince Thales."
Thyls stared at him blankly, a bit unable to see the earl before him.
I saw Dele squinting his eyes:
"And we cannot be too careful, after all, you never know where the threat will come from."
In the face of the serious-looking earl, Thales had countless thoughts in his heart.
The biggest thought was the words of the Duke of the Western Wilds yesterday.
[Powerful aristocratic lords will rush to find you, win over the princes who have not returned to the country for a long time, and try their best to win you to their side and turn you into a vanguard against the Palace of Revival. 】
[Before accepting their kindness, please remember: They are only opposed to your father, but they are by no means true allegiance to you]
A few seconds later, Thales suppressed the extra thoughts and nodded politely and kindly:
"Thank you, you are very considerate."
Deler also nodded respectfully and smiled again:
"Thank you for your consideration."
But the earl’s words changed:
"I heard that Sir Cyril has already met with you?"
Cyril Falkenhauser.
When Thales heard the name, he pulled his eyebrows unconsciously.
"Yes, just yesterday, he came... to visit me."
Deler looked at him for a long time, then smiled:
"Oh, I understand how you feel."
Understand?
Recalling the conversation with the Duke of Western Wilderness, Thales snorted in his heart.
Really?
But Deler seemed to see through his thoughts, and saw the young Earl Wingburg chuckle softly:
"A long time ago, after talking to the Lord Duke for the first time, it took me a full month to figure out what he said to me during that whole hour of laughter and curse."
Deler's smile is a little helpless:
"And this doesn't include his rhetoric and metaphors that come with open mouth."
Rhetoric and metaphor.
Thyls remembered something and hummed involuntarily.
He looked at Dele in front of him with empathy:
"Really."
Thyls chuckled:
"Then you know him quite well."
But Dele's reaction was beyond his expectations.
"No, Your Highness."
This time, Earl Chroma responded quickly, but half ridiculed, half serious:
"I never knew Lord Duke."
I saw the master of the single-winged crow, and the young Earl of Wingburg narrowed his eyes, seemingly meaningful:
"Not at all."
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A dilapidated and remote room at Camp Bladeya.
A figure with a cane in a thick leather robe walked slowly into the room.
"I asked Gao He to save you and give you a hiding place, not to make you drink up my inventory."
In the dimly lit room, a man sitting at the table turned his head slowly and snorted, rather disapprovingly.
The man was covered in thick bandages from head and shoulders to hands and feet, only to hear his ugly laugh:
"Oh, yes, sorry, savior."
He looked at the visitors and held up a wine bottle quite drunk
"Fortunately, I still have one bottle left. Look, this is the bottle..."
The next second, the man let go, there was a crackling sound, the wine bottle smashed to the ground, and the wine splashed everywhere.
The guest can't help frowning as the drink splashes on his boots and leather robe.
"Oh oh," the bandaged man spread his hands and smiled maliciously:
"The last bottle is gone now."
In the dimness, the guest was silent for a while, and did not sit down, just quietly said:
"Tomorrow, you will leave the camp in our convoy, go back by yourself."
The man's figure became stiff.
"Go back?"
He came back to his senses, his loose eyes became clearer:
"What about the task? Where is that kid?"
The guest hummed softly, his eyes were sharp, and his voice was dry and unpleasant:
"I went to see him and he was protected."
"It's impossible."
Hanzi paused for a while.
"Impossible?"
He murmured and repeated it, his alcoholism faded, and the expression on his face slowly became ferocious:
"That **** little boy..."
The man slammed the table hard, he stood up, gritted his teeth and said to the guest:
"No, no, you can't, but I can! Give me the route and outpost arrangement, I can touch it in the middle of the night—"
But the guest rejected him mercilessly:
"No, you can't."
The guest looked at the bandage on the man's body and pressed his chin:
"You were beaten badly."
The man shook his head impatiently and waved his hand with a snort:
"It's just a small injury, trust me, you should go see another guy."
"He is much worse than me."
The guest in the dimness did not speak, he just looked at the bandage man carefully.
"I want to believe you."
The guest puts his hands on the cane, his eyes are cold and his tone is profound:
"Can I?"
The man said this is another meal.
The man's eyes shot through the bandage, staring at the customer for a long time.
A few seconds later, the man exhaled and sat down heavily.
"Don't worry, no one will doubt you."
The man seems to have figured out something, angrily:
"Mike, Longxiao City, including the clever kid, they all thought I was working for the king, I mean, the king of ‘us’."
The man rubbed his head desperately, hissing slightly, which seemed to be quite a headache.
The guest rubbed the back of his hand and hummed softly:
"But this is also true, right."
The man exhaled heavily. He raised a finger and looked at the other person with an unhappy look:
"Hey!"
"All you want is to keep that cub in the Northland, but you didn't say that it must be Longxiao City."
The guest looked at each other’s fingers, not stunned or angry, but the tone became more and more indifferent:
"You go to King Chaman, this complicates things."
"I--" The man seemed to want to explain something, but his unhappy mood suddenly weakened when he met the cold eyes of the other party.
The man leaned back on the table, his bandaged hand waved in the air:
"What else can I do?"
He seems to have suppressed anger in every word:
"The old witch in the dark room suspected me years ago. Do you know how many people she sent to deal with me after King Nunn died..."
"And Mike, huh, if the prince falls into the hands of Longxiao City, they will only intensify and force me to go back and save him again-then it is not as simple as being a nanny."
The guest did not answer, but listened to the other side quietly.
The man let out a depressed and painful anger, pressed his head again, his words were slightly annoyed:
"Only, only the arrogant Prince Killing, only when he starts to shelter me like Nunn, the secret science and the darkroom will no longer trouble me..."
The guest looked at the floor and lighted a cane.
"But you messed up."
In a word, the anger of the bandage man was pressed back again.
The man's breathing became fast, and after several back and forth, he opened his mouth and made an unpleasant voice.
"Ha, standing and talking, of course it's easy to speak only."
This time, the man’s words are full of anger and anger:
"Why don't you go head-to-head with the meteorite by yourself and cut it for half an hour?"
But the guest obviously doesn't eat this set, just looking at each other, sneer:
"You are all burned and scalded, and you don't look like you've been hit by a knife from the front."
The man was speechless for a while, but he quickly raised his volume:
"That's not the point!"
"And that **** mask. His skill is stronger than that of a dozen years ago. It is not easy to pretend to lie to him. He has to drag into the desert and hide while tracking. , And I was so unlucky on the **** road, I met either a large group of orcs or a large army..."
The man stood up, complaining more and more anxiously, more and more unhappy:
"Wait until I chase here and contact the people of the King of Family Killing, when I am ready to do it..."
"You **** celestial folks, you stupid Southerners, you **** infight in the Yaga camp! Do you know how long it took me to escape from thousands of chaos and mobs?"
"And that bastard, he suddenly disappeared in the camp, and then came back with the troops of Wings of Legend? I just fucked!"
"And shouldn't this be your site?"
The man spoke very angrily, he sighed in pain but not angrily, and pressed his forehead.
The guest was silent for a while.
"I told you that once you reach the sphere of influence of the stars, things will be very troublesome."
The voice of the guest rang with the sound of his walking stick:
"And now, the darkroom, the secret branch, the black sand collar, the city of Qiyuan, oh, yes, and the city of Longxiao."
"Five parties, each party has a reason to ask you to settle accounts."
The man pressed his head, only feeling more and more headache.
The guest raised his eyebrows in a playful tone:
"What should you do?"
The man breathed in a hurry, but then he let go of his hand and chuckled:
"It seems that I have to make up five **** statements to get them to let go of my head, fuck."
The smile was helpless and relieved.
Both were silent for a while.
After a while, the guest asked suddenly:
"Can you make it through, old friend?"
The man snorted coldly:
"Of course I can."
The man rubbed his hands and looked around with disdain:
"I have my method, have you forgotten my nickname?"
But the guest's next sentence made him frown:
"No, you can't."
The tone is heavy and the meaning is cold.
No way?
The man is a little confused.
But he soon felt that the headache just got worse.
He realized something.
In the next second, the man shook his body, his hands firmly supported the table behind him!
A numbness and dizziness hit him, making him unable to hold his trembling arms anymore, and he fell onto the chair with a plop.
The man raised his eyes in disbelief, looked at the guests with indifferent expressions in front of him, then looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground.
"Wine...you..."
"You know~IndoMTL.com~I store these wines here for a reason." The guest said flatly.
"But you have to be cheap."
The man breathed desperately, but felt the strength and consciousness in his body disappear little by little.
Impossible, those wines, he tested, tested...
The man stared, staring at the guests in front of him.
"As for your nickname, old friend, do you know..."
The guest rubbed his crutches and turned around indifferently, letting the man lose his look in his eyes and fell to the ground.
"I don't like crows."
The guest looked at the man who was no longer struggling, with chills in his eyes:
"Not at all."