Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 61: The Born King (Part 1)

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"You are here at the right time. Everyone is going to see the Prince of Stars. No one is here. Don't worry about being discovered."

"I like you, buddy," beside a house in Longxiao City, a short man took Cohen Karabyan's shoulders and laughed: "Even without Kaslan's recommendation, I You can also tell that you are a good man."

"Only those who have served in the military have such a body!"

Miranda walked behind them in silence, watching Cohen socialize with Caslan's friends alone.

Cohen gave full play to his five-year experience of wandering on the front line of the border and fighting with the big soldiers, and he responded unfamiliarly.

"The same with you! Big belt! Look at this muscle, it's not like a retired!" Cohen also responded with a hearty laugh: "How did you get this nickname? Caslan didn't follow me. Said it."

"This..."

"It was a story from when I was watching troops at Glacier Watch." The man with the nickname of the big belt changed his expression when he heard that, his face was full of pride, "I was still a recruit at the time and I had a harvest in the fall. At that time, there was a raid at night."

"So you are an elite scout at Glacier Watch!" Cohen's face was surprised: "No wonder...So, you have a lot of fights with orcs?"

"No more!" The big belt laughed proudly: "After ten years of service in the 38th lookout place, my squad brothers and I killed fifty-two orcs!"

Cohen is in awe.

Orcs.

These "ancient enemies" who have fought against humans since the age of ignorance.

That is not an easy enemy to deal with.

"Going back to the origin of the big belt... that was my first battle. While on duty, five or six orcs touched the outpost." The big belt shook his head: "We saw one head on. The ugly thing raised by a **** is almost eight feet tall, and his wrist is thicker than my thigh!"

"The son of a **** killed our three brothers and suffered a lot of injuries. I was the last one. I was beaten to pieces by him," the big belt said with joy, and from time to time he beat his chest fiercely. "I thought to myself, there was no way, so I just pulled out the standard belt of the watch, jumped on his shoulder, and..."

Following the words, the big belt gritted his teeth, exerted fierce force, and hugged Cohen's neck: "It's like this...Tie a knot, tightly strangling its neck!"

Cohen tugged his neck, coughing violently, feeling the other's excessive enthusiasm.

"I was riding on his shoulder, pulling on the leash with my right hand, and the small broken shield with my left! The **** brute raised his warhammer and greeted me frantically, again and again!" Milan Under Da's weird eyes, the big belt shook Cohen's neck desperately, making the latter dizzy.

"Until it fell to the ground, my shield was almost broken."

"Ah!" Cohen recovered from his dizziness, and looked up in surprise: "You haven't let go? The more the orcs are seriously injured and dying, the stronger the counterattack!"

"Yes!"

"My buddy, at first glance, you are an expert!" The big belt slapped his thigh and said loudly, "Never let go! This is a lesson I learned later-I thought it was out of breath at the time. Loosen the belt... and the **** beast bounced like a resurrection, yelling and holding my head tightly!"

"Fortunately, at that time, His Majesty the King was inspecting the north, and it was the White Blade Guard who came to support. Kaslan arrived in time and opened the back of the **** with an axe!"

"At that time, I almost lost my breath! But from that day on, they called me a ‘big belt’! Haha!"

Cohen sighed, remembering his past on the front line of the Western Wilderness.

"So, did you have a fight with an orc?" The big leather belt showed keen interest and asked curiously.

"Yes, but it's not a glacier orc, but a desert orc." Cohen smiled: "We were mercenaries there. The way to deal with orcs was to lower your head, go around or attack from under your hips."

"Ah, this is the practice of those empires in the south, going around the orcs," the big belt muttered: "We can't do this in the north. In cold weather, our actions are harder than usual and not flexible enough. Therefore, in the Northland, the best way is to make a head-on assault, make a quick fight, and kill with one blow."

Cohen nodded approvingly: "It's different in the desert. Orcs have a high tolerance for scorching heat. They are not afraid of the high temperature brought by metal armor. They have equipment from plate armor to chain armor. I have even seen it. The orcs armed to the crotch must use our dexterity at this time to find opportunities to hit the key..."

While eagerly pulling each other's battlefield experience, the big belt finally brought them into the house.

"Oh, look at you, a typical Northland girl. She has **** and looks pretty." The big belt let them into the house and saw Miranda next to Cohen. "Kaslan introduced you...Should you consider staying? There are several good guys in this group who are single, and even tough guys who retired from the Blade Guard..."

Miranda's face changed suddenly, and she looked at Cohen awkwardly.

Cohen spread his hands and motioned to him that he was right.

But the big belt then frowned, shook his head and said, "Forget it...they are not good enough for you-they are all bad guys who want to make quick money and don't want to work hard in their hometown, rough guys. I guess I can’t take care of the family. What qualifications do you have to please a good wife like you."

The big leather belt sighed: "With good eyes and low hands, I can't support myself. I deserve to be single on Singles Day."

Miranda didn't say a word, just listening to the big belt.

"A tall Northland girl like you, strong, strong, according to the standards of those upper class-skin is also white, must be a popular item in her hometown," the big belt sat down and whispered. Nagging: "I have three younger sisters, so I know, a girl your age, impulsive and enthusiastic, always look down on the guys near home, thinking about going out and looking for opportunities, I met the bravest and most energetic , The fighter with the highest military merit may have the opportunity to marry him."

"But believe me, the outside world looks wonderful, but it's always more complicated and difficult to understand than in my hometown. The men outside may be handsome in armor, but they are not as pure as the silly boys in my hometown—listen Let me persuade you, you should go home well, weave the thickest robe, hit the toughest dagger, and make the most beautiful wreath. Use them to choose from the lads who are around you. One of the most sincere, but don’t be too busy to give him sweets, to whet his appetite... Then wait for him to be called up and polished back from the battlefield-this is the standard for a man to become a man-look at him again If he still hasn’t changed, then put your wreath on the young man’s neck and take him to see your parents..."

"Don’t care about his family property, don’t care about his origin, the most important thing is that he has the responsibility, has the responsibility, really loves you, cares about you, knows how to love you, it is best to be a little afraid of you... this In the beginning of the year, neither wealth nor aristocratic origin can make up for the lack of sincerity..."

Cohen clutched his stomach tightly, holding back a smile, watching Miranda's darker face.

"I often tell my daughter this way: When I grow up, I must marry a good man, but he must be someone who truly loves her. I also look forward to someday I can put her in the hands of a good guy... …" The big belt was spitting wildly as he said, suddenly frowned.

Cohen looked at the big belt's face turned ugly in surprise.

The latter suddenly stood up and rushed out of the house.

"You...I thought you went to see the prince enter the city, but you actually hid here!"

The two people in the room hadn't reacted yet. The next second, there were several exclamations of boys and girls outside the room.

"Father, please stop me! Kevin, he...just come over and give me something..."

"Uncle...Say something slowly...Ah!"

The shaking roar of the big belt then sounded:

"Send something?"

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, **** brat!"

"Go away! Go away! Stay away from my daughter, stay away from Sesia!"

"My daughter is not yet to marry! If she dares to secretly come to Sesiah..."

"I will interrupt all three of your legs!"

With the accompaniment of the next door, Cohen stared at the big leash with inconsistent words and deeds, and looked at Miranda on the opposite side.

Then the two laughed together.

Smiling, Miranda raised her head and looked at the Palace of Valor on the hillside in the distance.

Her eyes quickly became blurred.

Silly boy in my hometown.

Simple and dedicated...

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Different from the simple and simple style of Fuxing Palace, the internal and external style is consistent, the interior decoration of the Palace of Valor is contradictory, and some places appear rough and atmospheric, such as the rough carvings on each porch and the staircase handrails made of huge wood. The walls are specially made into trophy beast heads, but there are many places that are very delicately carved, such as some special carved floor tiles, ceiling domes with paintings on the corners, extravagant indelible lamp holders and so on.

The traces of history and time are also different. The materials and colors of the wall tiles in some corners seem to last for hundreds of years, and some places have obviously been renovated within a few years.

For him to say, the interior of the Palace of Valor is like layered murals, with new nicks piled on the marks of the past, and history and the present are intertwined.

But Thales has no intention of appreciating these.

At the sign of Mike, the second prince of the stars crossed the blade guards who were not squinting, walked through countless porches, and slowly walked towards a seemingly oval circular stone hall.

The lighting here doesn't seem to be good, and the light is dim, but the iron frame in the stone hall has a burning brazier, which drives away the cold and brings some wavering lighting.

Like Rumba, it is also a brazier... Lords of Exter like braziers so much?

Thyls secretly complained in his heart.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward into the stone hall.

Melke didn't follow up, and the door suddenly closed behind the traverser.

Tyles saw from a distance, a simple and heavy brown-black rectangular table standing in the center of the stone hall.

On the other end of the long table, facing Thales, sits an old man with gray hair.

He is about 60 or 70 years old. He is dressed in a thick red and black robe and a dark golden crown. The crown looks very simple, with only a dark red gem inlaid on the forehead. .

The old man put his hands on the table but bowed his head silently. Because of the distance and light, Thales couldn't really see his appearance.

But Thales already knows his identity.

Thyls approached the quaint long table.

On the left and right sides of the old man, there are five men with different descriptions and different clothes, two on the left and three on the right.

What they have in common is that from the moment Thales stepped into the Stone Hall, five men of different ages all cast unfriendly and even fierce eyes, looking at the seven. Year old boy.

One king, five princes.

Thyls stood at the long table and frowned: The Exter didn't leave him even a seat.

Not good.

He gritted his teeth lightly.

He must stand on the cold stone ground, facing the six most powerful lords of Exeter, because of his height, he must also look up.

This makes the atmosphere in front of him very unfavorable.

It seems to have returned to the age of beggars—thinking that, the traveler laughed in his heart.

Tels calmed down his mood. The strong winds and waves he had experienced since Red Square Street gave him a lot of experience. Even in the face of the most sinister situation, he is confident that he can calm down in an instant and look for Way out.

And...

Thyls turned his gaze to the five people on both sides of his eyes, but because of the backlight, the faces of the five people were hidden in the dark, not very clear. Only a pair of eyes flashed in the flames, giving visitors Enormous pressure.

Moreover, that united with Grand Duke Chaman Rumba and Duke Val Allende tried to get involved in the change of the throne and assassinated the prince twice, one of which was successful, and even the culprit who set off an unprecedented diplomatic crisis between the two countries...

The chief culprit who almost caused war and conflict, brought disaster and death...

I was also the chief culprit in this field...

Among these five people...Thyls looked at the five shadowy figures in the dark and clenched his fists secretly.

And his only possible, but not very friendly ally.

Tyles raised his head and looked at the old man at the far end of the table.

Is a supreme ruler who just lost his beloved son.

He couldn’t help noticing that there were flags marked by dragon spears in the clouds hanging around this stone hall. Only behind the old man was a huge square fireplace, and the wall above the fireplace was inlaid There is a ledge made of dark wood.

On the ledge is a spear with a special shape and unknown material.

Different from the ancient knight's long spears with guards and fixed handles that Thales saw in Mindis Hall's books, although this spear is two meters long, it has no guards, full body, etc. It is thick, and the grip part of the gun body is specially frosted. The gun body shines with a silvery metallic color, but the gun head is dark and shiny, equipped with a square cone-shaped sharp blade, which looks hideous. And sharp.

"Soul Killing Gun."

A low and slow voice sounded in the stone hall.

"That is the weapon that Nikaru once used, and it is also Walton's clan emblem~IndoMTL.com~ and the reason we are called the Dragon Spear Family." The old man on the other side of the long table turned his head slightly. , He showed his face in the darkness while the fire was pulsating.

It was a resolute but wrinkled face, with a typical northern appearance under its silver hair color, with deep sunken eye sockets, high nose bridge, prominent contours, and the curvature of the corners of the mouth. , Showing a trace of coldness.

"It is sharp and dangerous. It is said that only the star's ruling gun can be compared, and there are countless souls under the gun."

"In the past hundreds of years, it has slaughtered and severely inflicted countless enemies, even insidious like the'Mourning Duke', vicious like the'Human Slayer' Shila Dark Thunder, powerful as the'Wolf Enemy' Kaila, fierce Like the night wing king, weird like the magician of power."

Thyls frowned slightly.

Thyls suddenly remembered what Kaslan said about the old man in front of him:

"When he was young, he was a good king, a standard Walton man."

Tyles and the old man looked at each other, and he found that the other party had a pair of blue eyes. I don't know if it was the inheritance of the Walton family-anyway, he did not inherit the sky blue eyes of Kessel...

Thyls was taken aback for a moment, and he remembered Queen Keya's evaluation of his gray eyes-it was derived from his mother's characteristics.

His thoughts returned to his eyes.

But Thales then shuddered.

He more or less noticed the feelings projected at the moment in the old man's blue eyes.

It was vicissitudes and gloom, grief and depression, like a person who has been immersed in despair for many years.

"In the coming hundreds, thousands of years, the soul-slaughtering will remain as the name suggests," the iron-faced old man slowly said, converging into a dynamic sentence: "It will kill more."

(To be continued.)

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