Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 44: The strongest piece (under)

Everyone's eyes returned to Thales again. Lewen Novels|

Tyles exhaled and smiled.

"What about the others?" Thales looked at the rest of the people and squinted his eyes: "What we are going to do is dangerous... Maybe it will take our lives."

The few remaining people exchanged glances.

"I said that when we first met, Your Majesty," Wiya gave a helpless and determined smile: "For the rest of my life, I am here for your advice."

Thyls shrugged.

"Let me say," veteran Genard raised his eyebrows slightly: "You and Duke John have different styles-but why not?"

"Don't look at me," Willow said nervously, "I will go wherever you go."

Rolfe frowned when he saw Thales' eyes move to him, and he stretched out his hands to make two gestures in the air.

[Don't ask. 】

[Do it. 】

Thyls smiled knowingly.

This tone.

Does he think he is still helping with the blood bottle?

"Very well, then we have reached a consensus." Thales was relieved and looked at everyone, but his face was darkened: "Although, this decision is likely to kill us."

No.

Thyls sighed inwardly.

In this plan, someone has to die.

But now that the decision is made...

Tyles' eyes narrowed.

"But what are you going to do?" A discordant voice came in.

Everyone turned their heads.

"We only have a group of fleeing remnants and defeated generals, all of them wounded, with their heads and tails exposed, plus the Blade Guard, there are only a dozen people," behind Cohen, Miranda Allende looked at the prince with a cold face: "You Just a seven or eight-year-old kid, what can he rely on to bring down Rumba and preserve the North?"

Miss Arund’s eyes were extremely sharp, and the question was extremely sharp: "Even saving the kingdom?"

"Same question," Nicolai sneered unceremoniously: "You won't really want us to die and then'moved' the people of Dragon City?"

Thyls lowered his head and was silent for a few seconds.

"What do you think?" The Star Prince asked calmly.

Everyone looked at each other.

Putila raised his eyebrows.

"Let me say," the deputy envoy spouted out smoke and whispered: "No matter which aspect, we are not Rumba's opponent at all."

Cohen folded his arms and cast a questioning look at Raphael, but the latter ignored him.

Just listen to Putilee’s indifferent narration: “There are nearly two thousand people in Rumba. The black sand leader standing army, which is forbidden by orders, disguised as a patrol, and still firmly occupied the first city gate, and even controlled the Palace of Valor. ."

Nicolai raised his head and stared with cold light: "Dragon City is enough to suppress his army: gather patrols and Walton's conscripts, and the Blade Guard as the vanguard. I personally lead the attack, whether it is the city gate or Palace of Valor, I promise they will not last a quarter of an hour."

"If you are a little lord, you can call up these troops in a suitable name-it may take a whole day-and let them rampage in the city of Longxiao without hesitation and follow you to attack the city gate , If you rush into the Palace of Valor," Putila counterattacked calmly: "Yes."

Nicolai stopped speaking, he forced the phrase "This is my original plan" back into his throat.

Melke patted him on the back shoulder.

Putila sighed and continued: "He has multiple extreme masters under him. Whether Kaslan or the Burning Knights, a surprise attack can knock us down in a short time, even There is such an existence as the Super Swordsman Kroes."

Hearing this, Mike's face became visibly stiff.

"He has alliances like the Red Witch, Shreis, and Ullard," everyone listened quietly to Putila's analysis, and their faces became increasingly ugly: "Information is ubiquitous, connections are ubiquitous--I bet , We will be found within five minutes as soon as we approach the Palace of Valor or the First City Gate."

"Don't forget the Shield of Deception," Thales sighed. "Perhaps there is Surreyton."

Putillae's eyes darkened when he heard this: "Yes, there are also the Shield of Deception and Surreyton."

"We are also at an absolute disadvantage in the situation," the deputy envoy took another pipe, with a worried expression on his face: "His Royal Highness, including our stars, are rumored to be the murderer behind the scenes, except for a few White Blade Guards and We are isolated and helpless in this neutral temple, and it is hard for us to even show up."

Everyone's expression became serious.

It seems that the excitement and blood just gone away.

"Unless Rumba surrenders directly," Putila put down his pipe and sighed softly: "Otherwise, until now, I don't see any chance of winning."

Thyls didn't speak, he just watched the looks of the crowd quietly.

"It's better to ask Raphael to find another disaster to help," Cohen shrugged angrily: "This is faster."

Many people raise their eyebrows.

Nikolai and Mike look at the young man in the secret department with unkind expressions.

"Yes," Raphael snorted coldly and glanced at Cohen: "Maybe we can bring in a dragon to help, then we will win."

The others shook their heads.

Xiao Huatou's face moved, and she touched her glasses unconsciously.

Rolf grumbled, and slapped his chin at the Haoyue Goddess.

"Ah, this time I understand what dumb means." Wiya sighed while looking at the ghost of the wind.

"He meant, pray directly to the goddess Haoyue, this is more reliable," the prince's attendant stretched out his hands towards the idol in the eyes of everyone: "At least you can see her."

Putilai covered his forehead and sighed: "If we..."

"Are you finished?"

Suddenly the second prince interrupted Putila.

Thyls raised his head and looked at everyone with piercing eyes.

"A special teacher told me," he smiled slyly and confidently, thinking of the battle he will never forget, thinking of the impressive swordsman: "Before the big battle..."

Thyls raised his right hand and lightly nodded his forehead: "We have to change our minds first."

Everyone was stunned.

"Change...brain?" Miranda asked suspiciously.

Among the doubters, Raphael rolled his eyes, seemingly thinking.

Thyls let out a sigh of relief, running his brain that had been thinking for hours.

"The black sand leader seems to have the upper hand everywhere, taking the lead." Scenes from last night appeared before his eyes, extracting information one by one: "The whole situation is under control, and we have nothing to fight back. ."

Thinking of this, Thales smiled slightly.

How to lose the flying dragon riding face?

Slap!

Tyles' eyes were quiet, and he slammed his fist on his other palm: "Really?"

"Do you have any other opinions?" Putila's eyes were bright: "Your Highness?"

"No." Unexpectedly, Thales shook his head: "Your analysis is right."

"But even if it is better than disaster," the prince raised his head, his eyes firm: "It can't change people's hearts and reverse the situation,"

"Even if they are strong enough to destroy Exter’s capital, kill Exter’s nobles, and even threaten every northerner with death, they cannot change the traditions of the North, nor can they change Aix. The special spirit cannot force people to change their minds, and cannot destroy the truly precious things of this land."

Cohen rubbed his hair, his expression unchanged, but his eyes were filled with a word--what?

Wiya shrugged at him: I don't understand.

Not just them, Nicolai also frowned suspiciously:

"What do you want to say?"

Tyles' pupils shrank.

"What I want to say is," the second prince said indifferently: "Don't limit your gaze to a pure power balance. The battle we are about to face is neither a two-person gambling fight, nor a chessboard. The counting game of the upper operator is not a fair duel of ancient knights."

"An army of one or two thousand people is nothing. They can't change the minds of the nobles in Longxiao City, but the soldiers of Longxiao City can crush them by a single face," Thales said calmly, at the same time in his heart Li kept thinking about the doubts he once grasped: "Kaslan and Tuleha can kill any **** at will, but even if they are tied together and multiplied by ten, the princes will not be willing to support Rumba as king. You cannot turn the truth that has happened into an illusion."

"The Red Witch seems to be very powerful, but if they leave the power support they are attached to, the eyes and ears of the dark room, including the secrets they have, can't even count as a fart."

"The Shield of Deception and Surreyton sound terrifying, but they can only assassinate and spy in secret. What really supports their survival is power, and the conflicts and contradictions generated by power. If they leave power, they will Like a fish out of water, it has no value."

"They are just Rumba's pawns: the wise Kambida, the brave and warrior Tuleha, the respected Kaslan, the all-pervasive Red Witch, the well-connected Marquis of Shreis, and the black who is forbidden by orders. Sand-led army," said Thales, shook his head: "But we can't be fooled by these chips and chess pieces."

Raphael smiled faintly: "Interesting."

What a familiar argument.

Miranda lowered her head, or thought.

Cohen opened his eyes wide and blinked three times in confusion: Where is it interesting?

Thyls took a deep breath, the look in his eyes was extremely serious and solemn:

"You must know that all of these chess pieces are inferior to their chessboard, the strongest, most terrifying, most powerful, and most unique chess piece."

The prince's voice sounded faintly: "Only that person is the greatest threat,"

"The real strong, the strongest **** in their camp."

No one spoke, everyone seemed to be thinking—even Cohen.

Raphael rubbed his fingers, Miranda rubbed the hilt of the sword, Nicolai's eyes were still cold as frost, and Mike looked at the slippery head with deep intention.

Putila seems to have forgotten to smoke, leaving the pipe to burn in his hand, only to see him tentatively: "You mean..."

Tyles raised his eyes and depicted the terrifying opponent in his head.

"Yes," he said in a daze: "Ambitious and courageous man."

Thyls nodded lightly, but his eyes were filled with fear and solemnity: "Their strongest chess piece."

He whispered the name:

"Charman Rumba."

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

"We can't be fooled by the appearance of other chess pieces," the prince said softly: "Just hit the key point and everything else will be solved."

Thyls looked at the different eyes and expressions of the others silently, without saying a word.

Until Nicolai looked up suspiciously.

"You mean," the meteorite couldn't believe it: "Beheaded?"

"I see." Before Thales could react, Cohen slapped his forehead and his eyes lit up: "We will do our best to assassinate Rumba?"

Hearing these two people's words, Thales almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He rolled his eyes, and suddenly remembered the words of Lord Holm just now.

So, the prince tried his best to pretend to be calm and gentle, and hummed softly: "You are not listening to me."

Cohen was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widened.

Nicolae had a **** expression on his face.

Thyls let out a deep breath.

Oh my god.

No wonder...

It turned out that I said this sentence, and then I watched others look ignorant and ignorant...

So happy.

After savoring the feeling of the moment for a while, Thales raised his eyebrows.

"I understand." Finally, Miranda keenly grasped Thales' words: "What you are thinking is not to fight against his arms, but to go around the corners and directly shake Rumba from the foundation. The fundamental goal?"

"Frustrate his intentions?"

Putila narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, the root of everything lies in Rumba," the second prince smiled comfortingly. He smiled and said: "We determine his intentions and then find out his weakness."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Speaking lightly," Nicolai said dissatisfiedly: "What is Rumba's weakness? What is his goal? How can you defeat him?"

Thyls blinked his eyes: "I have a guess about this-to be verified."

"As for defeating him..."

"Since we are going to deal with their strongest pawn," Thales took a deep breath, and flashes of fire in his eyes: "Naturally, we put our strongest pawn, the strangest and the most inferior and most inferior to both sides. On an isolated battlefield."

I saw Thales decisively: "A game is determined to win or lose."

Miranda frowned.

"Wait, you just said," the female swordsman said in a puzzled manner: "Our side's strongest pawn?"

"What did you mean?"

Cohen glanced at the silent Raphael~IndoMTL.com~ and then at Nicolet.

"Secret Division?" The guard asked tentatively: "Or the legendary anti-devil armed?"

Tyls raised his eyebrows.

"You mean," Putila looked at Xiao Slick head suspiciously, making the latter quite startled: "Walton's bloodline orphan? Longxiao city's orthodoxy? But her gender..."

"The strongest chess piece," Nicolai lowered his arms, looked around, and asked in confusion: "I am in the extreme?"

Tyles ignored these three guys. He let out a breath from his nose, suppressing his unhappiness.

"Yes," he said briskly, his eyes lit up with the pre-war flames, as he had faced the blood magician, "the strongest chess piece in our camp..."

I saw the second prince smiled and stretched out his right hand, knocked on his chest, and called out a name:

"My name is Thales Bright Star."