Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 32: Blade and Wing

In the darkness, Thales followed the fleeing crowd, walking nervously. www.しωχS520. com

The soldiers of the Blade Guard have been divided into three teams, one team is forward to search for danger, and the other team is guarding possible pursuers in the back.

The last team is guarding them.

Nicolai walked in front of the team and sighed deeply in the darkness.

"When did it happen?" He said hoarsely.

No one answered him.

Until Miranda's voice came from the side.

"If you want me to guess," the female swordsman said lightly: "From the beginning."

Nicolai fell silent for a second.

"It is possible that he was just deceived," the current commander of the Blade Guard asked in a low mood: "You know, the black sand collar forged information about the Sword of Disaster, and then passed it to Kaslan..."

Tyles exhaled, feeling mental exhaustion starting to attack him again.

Whatever is in front...

Please...

End quickly.

"Come on." The answer to the meteorite was the impatient Cohen, who walked behind the team with a loud voice.

"Your hypocritical former boss, personally show up to deal with us," the police officer mocked: "Hidden in the soldier in the black sand collar-two fists knocked me down."

"Then you should be honored," Nicolai suddenly raised his head, suppressing his anger, and said coldly in the darkness: "Not everyone is qualified to take two punches from Caslan."

Cohen frowned and was about to speak back, but Raphael interrupted him.

"I can say that Shake the land to help," Raphael squinted his eyes. "Now we know how they lied to open the city gate silently and without blood."

Nicolai lowered his head and said nothing.

No one saw it, and his eyes were full of complicated meaning at the moment.

Thyls moved in his heart.

"Wait, if Kaslan knew about this secret road from the beginning," the prince muttered in the team, "then why do you still have a chance to get in?"

Nicolai raised his head.

But it was Cohn who answered.

"Maybe I want to wait for the White Blade Guards to arrive," the guard gritted his teeth and said: "Take it out again."

No one else spoke.

The atmosphere became very depressing.

"Look, they are guarding us. They waited for the Secret Division first, and then for the White Blade Guard." Cohen's words were not over yet, he just listened to him in an uncomfortable way: "There are more vivid strategies than this Case?"

Nicolai punched hard and hit the wall.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound.

Even in the dark, everyone looked at him.

The meteorite raised his head and exhaled.

Nikolai's eyes became cold again.

"Fuck you, Kaslan." The meteorite said coldly.

Raphael snorted slightly, meaning unknown.

At this moment.

"Uh, maybe, outside of the argument..." Thales' voice came in abruptly, with a sense of fatigue in his words.

"What should we think about?"

The second prince said silently: "If there is only one exit in the secret road."

Nicolai gently squeezed his fist.

The meteorite laughed suddenly.

"We have no choice," he whispered: "Is it right."

So, a group of people can only continue walking nervously on the secret road in a weird atmosphere.

Waiting for the dangerous unknown on the road ahead.

Go to the same mysterious exit.

Tyles sighed slightly, but at this moment, he could only abandon all distractions and follow the team with all his heart.

The figure of another child moved to his side.

A soft voice whispered in his ear: "Tyles."

"I can't escape, can I."

I couldn't see the little slick expression in the dark, but Thales could hear her voice full of sadness and despair.

Thyls sighed.

He felt very annoying at first, but now he really doesn't have the mood to comfort the little girl.

"Don't worry," Thales said absently: "Even if there is an ambush ahead, we must have a way to escape..."

But the voice of the little slippery head suddenly became louder.

"No!"

She seemed a little excited.

Thyls was slightly startled.

"I'm not talking about this," she gasped in the dark, her voice panicked, "I mean...they, they all found me, they found me..."

"I, I can't escape, and I can't leave!"

The reaction of the little slick made even Nicolai and others who were talking on the other side couldn't help but look sideways.

Tyles just reacted, and faintly understood what Xiao Siaotou was talking about.

She meant...

Thyls got close to the little slippery head,

The second prince tightened his breath, feeling the slippery body heaving slightly beside him.

"They, they called me...Miss Walton..." Xiao Shuatou spoke quietly, trying to keep her body steady, but Thales still felt the panic in her heart.

Tyles' mood dimmed.

"They won't let me go..." Xiao Qiantou had already burst into tears unknowingly.

That's it.

It was said in the butcher shop: This little maid, who was planning to escape, slipped away quietly.

But now...

Tyles raised his head and glanced in the direction of Nicolai and the others.

The Blade Guard found her, the Red Witch recognized her, and Rumba knew her.

King Nunn left her not only a ring, an identity, but also a curse.

A curse that can’t quit the game once joined.

The prince felt sad.

Not only that.

Thyls immediately remembered the present after King Nunn died.

There is chaos in Longxiao City.

Walton's future ownership is at stake, and Dragon Spear in the Clouds may no longer rule the city.

Exter-the 600-year-old kingdom of dragons is about to fall into an unknown torrent vortex, the prospect is unclear, and the luck is uncertain.

Also, Rumba is taking his army and vassals, planting the charge of assassinating the king on Thales (although he is not completely innocent as a star prince), and continuing to execute him in secret A conspiracy no one knew.

What does that hero want to do?

Where will he take Longxiao City, Exeter, and the two great powers of Westland?

And these...

Thyls turned his head, and probably recognized the outline of the little maid in the dark.

Can these things really be carried by the little girl who has undergone drastic changes overnight, experienced life and death, and sobbed in the dark?

Tyles sighed softly, and he touched the little slick hand in the dark.

It was a pair of small dusty hands, trembling and cold.

The little slippery hand shrank slightly.

"Are you afraid?" Thales whispered in his softest tone.

The little slippery sob paused slightly.

"Well," she nodded in the darkness where no one could see: "I'm sorry, but I'm really..."

"It's right to be afraid." Thales said lightly.

Slicker's breathing suddenly stopped.

"I'm as scared as you." Thales' voice rang in her ears.

Slicker was stunned.

"So we have to remember it." The night of Red Square Street appeared in front of the prince's eyes, and he could not help but squeeze his fist slightly: "Remember this fear of being slaughtered and unable to make a choice by himself." /

"I hate this feeling," Thales murmured: "This kind of hatred is even more than the fear I feel."

Little Slick did not speak, she listened to Thales quietly.

"So, try to hate it, hate this involuntary situation, hate you having to be a Walton situation," Thales shook her hand gently: "You don't I will feel scared about'becoming a Walton' again."

Little Slick said softly: "Disgusted?"

Thyls pressed a button on her hand.

"Yes."

"It is precisely because of the aversion to it-in order to avoid this fear, in order to be able to choose freely one day, we will become stronger," he unquestionably said: "No matter who you want to be, there is no need Fear."

"Wait until you can face the future fearlessly..." The prince took a deep breath.

For some reason, at that moment, the figure of Ms. Ji Ni appeared before his eyes.

It was the scene when she wore high-heeled boots, strode bravely, and walked into the Hall of Stars lonely and proudly behind the king.

It is the unique attitude that she ignores the countless light on her side.

Tyles' pupils tightened slightly: "At that time, you must be free to make choices without being influenced by anything."

Slicker sniffed and fell silent.

Thyls fell silent in his own thoughts.

Soon, the first batch of Pathfinder Blade Guards came back to join them.

When they heard their footsteps, Cohen and the others were nervously out of their swords.

However, the other party brought some strange news.

"What?"

"Not found?"

Nicolai frowned.

"No," a leading guard shook his head in the darkness, and answered the question of his boss: "Whether it is a secret ambush, trap, trap, or the hand of the man, we have found nothing-obviously very It's almost at the exit."

The meteorite frowned slightly.

"Is this normal?" Raphael's voice came from behind.

Nicolai shook his head.

"It shouldn't be like this," the commander of the Blade Guard groaned: "Caslan should know this secret passage."

Cohen's voice also came from behind: "Could it be that he doesn't know what's going on here?"

"It is possible," Miranda whispered, "Or he was delayed by something."

"Maybe they are lying in wait outside the exit," Wiya raised her eyebrows, her voice filled with worry: "Waiting to catch us all."

Thyls let out a breath from his nose and interrupted them aloud.

"Okay," the second prince only felt a headache: "It is useless if we talk more."

"No matter what is waiting," Thales said sullenly: "We have only one answer, right?"

They can only move forward.

There is no way out.

Like he was on the battlefield in front of the fortress.

Only forward.

The people in the darkness fell silent again.

Everyone went on the road again with unspeakable tension.

For several minutes, only the sound of hurried footsteps was heard in the darkness of the secret road.

The invisible darkness, the dull and monotonous rhythm, and the bottomless panic made the atmosphere more and more solemn.

For this reason, Thales can only count his steps secretly in his heart to relieve his increasingly depressed mental state.

Finally, when Thales didn't know whether it was the 728th step or the 827th step, slight reflections of light began to appear on the walls on both sides of the front.

Everyone was refreshed.

But the nerves that were somewhat slack and relieved just now became tense.

"That's the exit." Nicolai put his hand on the handle of the knife and whispered to the person behind him:

"Be careful."

The group immediately quieted down.

Cohen let out a breath, shook his shoulders, and then slowed down.

Miranda and Raphael remain silent, seemingly in agreement.

Thyls did not dare to take a mouthful, for fear of disturbing something unknown.

But as their vision brightened, they moved faster and faster.

As they approached the exit, the light in front became brighter.

Until the exit appeared unmistakably in front of your eyes-at the end of the deep tunnel, a hole that pierced the eyes of white light.

Nicolai sighed.

The nerves of everyone are also relaxed.

It's not because of safety, but because of long time in the dark and depressive environment, even the spirit has become abnormal.

So the moment I saw the exit, it felt like something I had been waiting anxiously, and finally got the result.

Although.

The result is not very good.

A figure stood quietly at the exit.

Tyles' heart sank.

"Is it the one to respond?" he asked softly.

"Of course not," Nicolai shook his head. He no longer lowered his voice: "He is not stupid enough to stand directly at the entrance of the cave."

The face of the meteorite became very calm, and it seemed to be a little--relief?

Cohen sighed.

The White Blade Guards spread out quietly, covering the surroundings of Little Slick.

Miranda pressed the hilt of the sword and opened her lips slightly: "Are you ready to fight?"

Raphael squinted his eyes. "Do you see who it is?"

"I can't see clearly," Miranda's mouth curled slightly: "But that figure... is too familiar."

Cohen frowned: "Familiar? You mean, Croix?"

Nicolai ignored the subsequent argument.

He made a gesture to the person behind, and then strode forward alone.

Go to the figure.

The figure turned his head slightly, and the light shone on his face.

Everyone was surprised when they saw the appearance of the person who came.

It's not'Shaking the Earth', it's not Kaslan.

"Meet again," Nicolai walked to a place ten steps away from the visitor, sighing softly:

"Ms. Kashan."

Ahead of him, the Red Witch smiled slightly and nodded kindly as before.

Tyles looked at the Red Witch who appeared again in front of him in disbelief. He turned his head and looked behind him, then turned back to look at Kashan.

Why is she so fast...

"Kaslan told you this secret road as expected." Nicolai said coldly.

The Red Witch smiled faintly.

"I just found out just now, don't blame him," the old woman observed Nicolai's position, then raised her eyebrows lightly: "It's close enough, Lord Nicolai."

The meteorite stopped.

His hand is still on the Soulbreaker Blade.

"Where is he?" Nicolai had to squint his eyes because of the backlight—he couldn't see the situation outside the cave.

Kashan looked at him and sighed: "He won't show up."

Nicolai squeezed the handle of his knife.

"Huh," Nicolai looked away, his voice filled with disdain: "Coward."

Behind him, Thales frowned: "They are also standing too far... can't hear anything."

He tried to start the crime of Hell River, but the loss of the power of ending when finding the way in the secret path was too great. He called several times, but the crime of Hell River did not respond.

Miranda showed a strange look: "Why is there only one Red Witch?"

"Maybe it's an old trick." Cohen blocked Thales tightly and looked around suspiciously. "The big guy with the knife may be nestled in which ditch, planning to follow the last time. It suddenly popped out."

"Alert," Raphael said quietly, "This time, we have no backup."

"Oh," Wiya whispered softly: "When will they start fighting?"

Thyls looked at the two talking with a heavy heart: "We will know."

Nicolai's gaze returned to Kashan.

"What about you, what about Tuleha," the meteorite looked at Kashan and estimated the distance between the two, and said coldly: "Where is your ambush?"

The Red Witch sighed slowly.

"Outside," Kashan nodded and bowed slightly: "The crossbowmen you can't imagine are lying in ambush in the most tricky corner-they are all good sniper assassins in the darkroom."

"As for the black sand collar...I am not going to let them participate in this hunt."

Nicolae's pupils tightened slightly.

He hates this feeling.

On the battlefield, the feeling of being locked up.

His eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and he saw the scene outside through the hole-still empty.

Nicolai looked back at the Red Witch's eyes~IndoMTL.com~The pale face moved slightly: "You are not afraid, I will hold you again?"

Kashan released a friendly smile: "Oh, this time I am prepared, you may not be so relaxed."

Nicolai's feeling of anxiety grew worse, he looked at the old woman steadily and did not speak any more.

"Then what are you waiting for," the meteorite said coldly: "Do it--or do you think we will surrender as long as we stay here?"

But to his surprise, Kashan shook his head: "Of course not."

"I do have all the advantages," the Red Witch said indifferently: "But that is not what I want, unnecessary violence and death will not help."

"Our words are not over yet."

"Only belongs to the Blade Guard and the darkroom, only belongs to the conversation between Blade and Wing."

Nicolai was slightly startled.

What?