Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 24: The meaning of dragon blood

No one speaks.

There was dead silence in the cell.

"Are there any questions?" The Black Prophet's voice came coldly.

No one answered.

Until a crisp and childish male voice rang:

"Yes."

Everyone's eyes focused on Thales again.

But he didn't speak immediately.

Thyls sighed a long, tired expression, as if hesitating or thinking deeply.

After a while, the voice of the second prince came with difficulty:

"Your Majesty... Does he know this plan? Before I set off northward?"

The black prophet did not speak.

But Thales has understood.

"So, the rumors are right," Thales raised his head with a bleak look, and looked around the crowd, his eyes paused especially on the bewildered little slippery head: "The stars colluded with disaster and murdered. King Nunn wants to cause civil strife in Exeter."

The inability to touch his heart.

"Why?"

Thyls glanced over the image of the old, tired, but undiminished white-haired king, depressed: "If it is to ensure that Exter does not invade the stars, then I can do it through diplomatic mediation. ——In fact, we have reached it."

In his line of sight, Xiao Huatou lowered his head deeply, unable to see his expression clearly.

On the other side of the black hole is the endless silence.

Raphael showed a faint smile unabashedly.

"Just a few hours ago..."

Tyles looked lost and his eyes were lost, as if he saw the king's head rolling to the ground again.

"King Nunn proposed to form an alliance with us," he said with a sad tone and a hoarse voice, as if to incorporate the suffering and torture of these days into his own words, "Walton and Star."

"We helped him to check and balance the domestic princes and maintain Walton's survival after King Nunn's death. In exchange, he tried his best to maintain the peace between the two countries and give us time to recuperate," Thales was weak. Authentic, I only feel that my head is as big as a fight, and my heart is numb. "The predicament caused by Moral's death has been solved, and now..."

Waiya opened his mouth in surprise, Cohen was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then thoughtfully, Miranda remained silent, with a cold expression.

Tyles closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of fatigue and fatigue.

Now, everything that King Nunn has said is gone with his death.

Disaster, Rumba, assassination.

The disaster in the shield area.

This **** everything.

The weird black hole in Raphael's arm trembled.

"Hehehehaha..."

The answer to Thales was the cold and hoarse smile of the Black Prophet.

The laughter lasted for several seconds.

Thyls' brows began to gather.

"Put away your senseless innocence, Your Highness--you are not like this in the Hall of Stars," Finally, Morat's laughter turned into indifferent words, which came from the empty cell faintly: "Do you really think that we will count on your mission to create miracles and eliminate the flames of war?"

Listening to the ridiculous words of the Black Prophet, Thales took a deep breath, holding back the impulse and anger in his heart.

"The original problem has been solved," he gritted his teeth and said: "With the power of Dragon City, Exeter and the stars could have been in peace..."

"Solved?" The Black Prophet interrupted him.

"Of course, the genius prince used superb means to persuade King Nunn to stop looking for the stars," the black prophet said lightly, and the words were full of Thales's ridiculous and unpleasant ridicule: "Friendship The two countries ushered in peace..."

"How long?" Until the head of the secret science department changed the subject: "Five years? Ten years? Or fifteen years?"

Thyls exhaled impatiently.

With a very uncomfortable rhythm, the black prophet's sneer slowly sounded.

"My Royal Highness, do you really think that a covenant between the two families can maintain peace between the two countries?"

"Do you think relying on the prince to immediately wave to Longxiao City and nod to the princes in the secret room can eliminate the dragon's ambition and greed?" The black prophet's voice suddenly rose, and the words were too much. A touch of solemnity and sternness:

"Even Tormund and Necaru of six hundred years ago could not do this."

Thyls was slightly startled.

"Do you know how many times in the thirty years that King Nunn dreamed of planting the red dragon flag on the black background in the Broken Dragon Fortress and bringing the northern part of the stars under the rule of the Exeters?" The words are like the believing son of a poisonous snake, rustling, but also inexplicably frightening.

"Twelve years, Exeter, from king to prince, from noble to commoner, dreams of going south again," the black prophet sneered: "The provocation of the three princes on the border never ceases, Long Xiao The temptation of the city is there every year-what do you think Prince Moral is for?"

Reworked the "Fortress Peace Treaty"-Cohen slightly drooped his eyelids, and added a sentence in his heart.

Thyls looked at the weird black hole in Raphael's arm and said nothing.

"They are not unknown pawns," the words of the black prophet came slowly from the black hole of the young man's arm: "They are northerners, they are northerners who are born to fight with swords. They have been from the age of ignorance. A well-known Northlander-it’s best to keep this in mind for the rest of your life, Your Highness."

"They have the ancient Northland winds that are proud of joining the army and killing the enemy, they have strong physique honed in the cold and hardships, and a tough army built with iron and blood and honor."

"They have Orion civilians who can pull the cold pine longbow half full without training, invincible heavy cavalry who are good at charging with magic spears and spear arrays, and glacier guards who dare to confront the orcs. And the White Blade Guard."

"They also have conscript soldiers who have no complaints about service and sacrifice, and can travel dozens of miles a day with a few pieces of bread in winter. There are territories that train three times a year and can withstand 70% casualties. An elite standing army that will collapse." Morat's words had a chilling aura.

"They were born for war."

Listening to all this, Miranda's face grew colder and colder, recalling the battles of the past three years, her fists slowly clenched.

The black prophet paused for a second, and the lights in the cell seemed to darken, shrouding everyone's faces in shadow.

Thyls pursed his lower lip: "But..."

The black prophet did not let him go on.

"Little prince, have you seen the war twelve years ago?"

The words of the Black Prophet made Miranda's face stiff while supporting Raphael, and the female swordsman couldn't help but frown.

"Have you ever seen the heavy cavalry in the north rushing from the mountains, and the heavy sword infantry and the swordsman rushing up the city wall? Have you ever heard the siege cone beating the city gate and the sling blasting the city wall? Sound? Have you seen the horror of corpses all over the field and hungry? Have you seen the hopeless eyes of the wandering hungry people? Do you know how long the depression and desolation of the North has lasted?"

Thyls clenched his fists, but felt that the strength in his hands had nowhere to vent, and the scar on the palm of his hand began to ache again.

In front of his eyes, the light infantry under Broken Dragon Fortress who swore to besiege them and did not flinch from the fierce beast-like Araka Mu--those northerners.

At the same time, Miranda's face became extremely pale.

She seems to see the past again.

The nightmare past.

The vast expanse of snow.

Raphael pursed the corner of his mouth slightly. He intentionally or unconsciously grasped the female swordsman's hand, applying a slight force.

Cohen, who kept all this in his eyes, sighed in his heart.

Miranda, and Raphael.

The two of them are the ones who have experienced those disasters most directly.

Tyles stared at the wriggling black hole, his brain confused, he swallowed, and sighed: "We have reached a consensus-Nunn is old. What he needs to care about is what is behind the king. The survival of Walton and Dragon Spear in the Cloud is a game between Longxiao City and the princes, not the stars..."

The one who answered him this time was the young man with red eyes.

"You have reached the point, my lord," Raphael raised his head slightly, his red eyes gleaming under the unextinguished light: "The biggest problem is: Nunn is getting old."

"Yes, he may be able to restrain Exter with his wrist and remaining power, suppress the nine princes, and keep the Broken Dragon Fortress and the northern border quiet for a few years," the young man from the secret department said coldly:" But after that?"

Tyles' breathing suddenly stagnated.

The unpleasant dirty air in the cell seems to be more serious.

A long sigh came from the other side of the black hole.

"After the death of King Nunn, Exeter doesn’t matter who is on the throne," the black prophet’s voice seemed to be exhausted: "But what do you think the new king must rely on? In order to collect the greatest benefits and reputation at the least cost, in order to prove, accumulate, and consolidate one's status and prestige as the successor king?"

"What means does he use to appease those princes who have lost the election, and what bargaining chip should he use to reward those who support him?"

Tyles closed his eyes and exhaled a long-depressed breath.

He knew what the black prophet was going to say.

"Isn't it the star kingdom in the south that was weakened, unrecovered, and the royal family was unstable due to the disaster twelve years ago?" Morat's voice became extremely cold: "Isn't it that Exeter was thinking about it?" Three or four hundred years of cold fortress, watch city, solitary old tower and broken dragon fortress? Isn’t it the supreme glory of bringing back the Great Northern Region where their ancestors have lived for generations?"

Thyls felt a little shock.

He unconsciously looked at Xiao Slick, a terrible thought popped up in his mind.

King Nunn allowed him to marry his granddaughter.

Under the premise that Canstar and Walton take care of each other, one of their future bloodline heirs will inherit Canstar’s surname and the other will inherit Walton’s clan name.

Since then, the Star Kingdom has an excuse to intervene in the internal affairs of Longxiao City and restrain Exter, which can not only ensure the survival of Walton, but also increase the prestige and bargaining chips of the stars.

But...

The other way around?

Once an accident occurs to Thales himself, will the Kingdom of Exeter and Longxiao City also have the bargaining chip to interfere with the Royal Family of Stars and ask the stars?

Thinking of this, Thales feels cold.

He suddenly thought of the Duke of Cyclops of the stars, the family language of the Costa Nantast family: war must have a price, victory must be rewarded.

Raphael let go of Miranda’s wrist calmly, and calmly took over the words of his boss, “defeat the stars, take down the fortress, and unify the North-no matter which one of these three goals is achieved, it is enough Add color to the crown of the new king and lay the foundation for the throne of the monarch."

The black prophet's cold snort sounded in the air, and even the black hole in Raphael's hand trembled.

"The contradiction between the Star Kingdom and Exeter will never disappear due to the decision of one family and one name, even if you are crowned in the future," Morat said flatly: "We fear them."

"Just as they fear us."

"So, once there are opportunities, benefits and conditions-how can they not go south?"

Thyls lowered his head.

The words of the Black Prophet gave him a real pressure.

"Once they go south-facing such an opponent, how long do you think we can hold on with our orphans and widows and defeated soldiers in the north?"

"Lady Sonia Sutherley is known as the flower of the fortress, and is permanently stationed in Broken Dragon Fortress. People say that if Sonia does not thank you, the fortress will be invincible—it looks beautiful, but you know what, She made a will on the first day she set off to guard the fortress and entrusted it to the royal family for twelve years."

"Because she knows that it is very likely that one day in the future—when the north wind is blowing and the dragon roars into the sky, the fortress flower will wither in the north and will never return."

"Do you know how much we paid in exchange for the peace of the "Fortress Peace Treaty"? Do you think it’s just because of the "star cunning fox" tongue?"

"Do you know how much we paid to maintain this fragile peace and protect the dying north and the fragile kingdom from the poison of military disasters?"

All Thales' words were blocked in his throat, and he felt an unspeakable depression in his heart.

"The nobles are complaining about your Majesty, why he fought the desert war with no profit at all five years ago with a fragile and empty country," the black prophet's voice sounded cold, but There is a palpitating sense of power:

"However, those fat-minded and short-sighted moths don’t know, nor do they want to know: the stars after the Scarlet Year, if we don’t fight the seemingly crazy desert war, we don’t need a Jedi victory to show our national strength. , Do not use costly blood to wash our resolve, do not use the skulls of the orcs and the altar of the Boneman to prove that our swords are still sharp and unmatched..."

When Cohen on the side heard this, he suddenly realized that Wiya even squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The black prophet’s voice continued: “I’m afraid that as early as five years ago in the winter, the'Natural King' Nunn VII, who covered the entire northern sky and prestige the entire northern region, would tear up the "Fortress" "The Peace Treaty", with the mountains and plains, heavily armed Northlanders, to recover what they lost at the negotiating table."

"Where is there any later, where is there any dispute about royal succession-where is the day when you are called your Highness!"

"Do you think there will be no more kings like this after Nunn?"

Thyls didn't say a word, just staring at the empty ground.

Raphael slowly nodded. The young man took the words of the Black Prophet and said with a blank expression: "Five years later, Exter has gradually figured out our trump card, the confusion and deterrence of desert warfare. No longer. You can see it in the Hall of Stars. With just a light stabbing of Lombard and Aaron, the division of the royal family and the nobility will make the Yankees feel confident."

"Why do we perform'Dragon Blood'?" Raphael lowered his head and said calmly in the dark:

"This is the answer and the meaning of'Dragon Blood'."

"What we want is not just years of false peace, not year after year of fear, not time after time of dangerous negotiation and confrontation," Raphael's face was pale, his pupils were blood-red, and with a complicated expression, he said slightly to the prince. Bow:

"It’s that the disadvantaged kingdom is no longer worse. It is the peace and stability in the north of the stars for decades or even hundreds of years. For a long time, the stars are enough to recover from the great wounds of the Scarlet Year, and your family’s surname and rule will be restored. Become solid, it takes us to become strong again, fearless, as always."

"With this goal, even the life and death of King Nunn becomes insignificant."

Thyls raised his head, his heart felt.

"Rumba's behavior marks the extinction of Exeter's mythology since the founding of the nation, and proves that the so-called Nicaru co-governance vow is nothing but a piece of paper, and the beliefs of the Northland are also pale and weak," Raphael Smiled slightly, "More importantly, a grand duke publicly killed the king-there has been a precedent since then."

"The earliest precedent was the mourning Grand Duke Tan En of Wellland," Thales sneered weakly, and his eyes drifted towards Xiao Shuitou: "He is not the first one."

From just now until now, the little slippery head, who has not dared to take a mouthful, raised his eyes and glanced at Thales, but he could only see endless exhaustion and gloom in his eyes.

Raphael frowned slightly, his speech stagnated.

"I understand now."

Tyles sighed, his own understanding came to mind.

"What you need is not revenge, chaos, or even someone's death," the second prince sighed deeply, and took their words: "but to tear off the disguise and whitewash of the Nikaru vow, The most ingrained contradiction within Exter-the opposition between the king and the grand prince was thoroughly publicized and aroused it into an irreversible chaos."

For example, a Grand Duke Exeter succeeded in killing the king through violence and conspiracy. This will bring unparalleled shock to the children of the North Wind and Dragon, and bring the devastating belief in the North by Nikaru. Strike and break the ten grand princes who have adhered to the principles of nearly seven centuries.

For example, under the legend of the founding of heroes and dragons, the princes were stirred up with thoughts they shouldn’t have, their weird minds outside the election of the king, and their ambitions outside of the co-governance vows were stirred up. In Exter's six hundred years, only midnight dreams could contemplate greed.

More importantly, and more urgently:

The death of Nunn, the rebellion of Lombard, and even the possible subsequent civil war of Exeter-this will bring the shadow and precedents of the next succeeding King Exter, and bring the new king to his nine The unprecedented vigilance and misgivings of the co-ruling princes also brought the princes' suspicion about their co-ruling king.

At that time, King Nunn once gathered seven princes, tens of thousands of troops went south to attack, and the feat of crossing the Broken Dragon Fortress, I am afraid it will not be so easy to achieve.

Raphael nodded affirming his words.

Understanding the reason for Secret's actions, Thales is still unhappy.

His heart is as heavy as ever, as if there is a spike across it, which makes him quite disturbed all the time.

For some reason, Kessel's words appeared before his eyes again:

Fight for the stars~IndoMTL.com~ Die for the stars, live for the stars.

Thyls shook his head, as if this would reduce the heavy emotion a little.

Apparently, he failed.

"Did the secret science succeed?" Thales finally sighed and asked the most question: "If it succeeds, why am I here?"

The black hole shuddered again—the black prophet spoke.

Unexpectedly by Thales, this time Morat Hansen actually said a question: "I am also very curious, what is going on in Longxiao City?"

Raphael's face changed and his expression became serious.

"According to the plan, you should stay in the Palace of Valor now, and spend the night as a VIP of Exter under the heavy bezel. In the aftermath of the lords, relying on neutrality My identity returned to China through our negotiations," the young man of Secret Branch said with a slight heaviness: "But for some reason King Nunn decided to leave the Palace of Valor and took you out of the palace-so that you fell to the Lombard In hand."

Tyles felt tight, and it was not Nunn who took him out of the Palace of Valor.

but...

He couldn't help but looked at Xiao Shuatou—she had met Ashida.

I have also seen Black Sword and their confrontation.

"What else?" the prince asked calmly, skipping the question consciously or unconsciously.

"Besides," Raphael raised his eyebrows slightly, "our plan has some accidents."

"There are still ten minutes from what you said," Morat's cold and hoarse voice is still unpleasant: "Tell me."

Raphael glanced at the crowd, and countless thoughts flashed in his eyes.

In the end, these thoughts converged into three words, which were gently spit out from his mouth:

"Disaster."

"And Rumba."