Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 62: I am honored

Heroes Palace, west side corridor.

"Damn, I almost stabbed you just now!"

Wiyaa panted and drew his single-edged sword from the body of the last enemy, and patted his left side wound that seemed to be a bit torn: "How is this strange grouping arranged?"

The corpse was opened, and Cohen Karabyan crawled out from below embarrassingly, his scalp numb watching Wiya's sword pull out of his ears, rolling his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I'm not as strong as Miranda, nor as strong as Raphael, and not as capable of fighting as a battle-fighted Blade Guard," the guard said in a perfunctory tone, "So I need your help... Honorable Officer Wyah Casso!"

Just now, Cohen and Wyah escaped from a few elite volleys from the black sand collar.

"Well, maybe I should be thankful," the attendant took a deep breath and said, "At least you don't need to be with the dumb-the guy is very sensitive. I stared at his throat for more than a second and he You will notice that the look in his eyes seems to me to be the culprit who crushed his throat..."

Cohen stopped and looked at Wya with an unhappy expression.

Huaiya was stunned for a second before shrugging awkwardly: "Uh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are the master."

"Thank you for your understanding." Cohen replied irritably.

Wai Ya looked at the three corpses in front of him, rubbed his shoulders, and sighed: "Your lord guessed right. They sent a small group of elites to scatter the search-if the prince still followed We are together, we probably have been exposed for a long time now, and then dragged down by endless harassment."

"Come on," Cohen took a breath, listening to the faint fighting sound from the east: "We are lucky this time. Their reinforcements received a signal, but the other side was misled by the direction—I don’t know. The Blade Guard is still ours."

They walked forward for about tens of seconds and came to a fork.

"Do you want to continue," Huaiya pointed in a direction, frowned and said: "We have..."

Cohen kept up with Huaiya's pace and surpassed him without hesitation: "We can only move on, we have to make room for the prince and them."

Wiya glanced at Cohen, suddenly laughed, and then quickly followed.

In the heavy atmosphere, the police officer turned his eyes on the latter's single-edged sword, and frowned slightly: "You are a student of Teacher Chatier, but with the sword, it looks like Master Shao's. People."

Wiya nodded, frowning.

"I know—the teacher told me that my power of ending is very special, and even my swordsmanship has been affected."

The guard raised his eyebrows.

Is it just special?

"The fighting style of the'Guilty Sorrow' line is very dangerous. In many cases, it looks like suicide." Cohen thought of the figure in white clothes and said lightly.

"But it is the most accomplished series," Huaiya shook his head with a sullen face: "Many famous swordsmen or masters came from there."

Cohen nodded slowly: "Since you have just graduated, how can you be elected as a servant? Is it better to have a high family background or good swordsmanship?"

"There are many candidates who are better than me, and have a noble background than me," Wiya shook his head, and continued to move forward: "But the prince is still young, they need to grow up with the prince, and be his arm in the future. People-the newcomers who just came out of the tower are clean and the most suitable for this errand."

"Otherwise, the Casso family is neither a local Ludor aristocrat with a long pedigree, nor a noble empire like your Karabyan. It was just a small local squire four generations ago-just change one. A hundred years ago, we couldn't even do a squire, let alone a servant."

Cohen nodded clearly.

That's why--Cohen said quietly: The king is relieved to let you serve as attendants.

"So, what does it feel like to be born among thirteen noble families?" Huaiya suddenly turned around and asked: "Not everyone has a family that has passed on for thousands of years."

Cohen's expression froze.

"A thousand-year-old family?" Cohen was startled, and then fell into deep thought.

That dark and mysterious forbidden door, those big and small castles...

"You have a lot, but you have more, you can't take it off," Cohen's face was dark: "That's how it feels."

Wiyah looked at his expression and shrugged.

"The heir to the emperor, willing to condescend and be a small guard in the capital," the attendant shook his head: "Is this unusual?"

What is this.

Cohen contemptuously said in his heart: When I was in the sand dunes of Bladeya, I was still—Bah, the western dialect is smooth—I still wrestled with the orcs in the desert.

"My old man said that times are changing, and learning to adapt is not a bad thing," Cohen shrugged: "The time when Earl Karabyyan was directly appointed as the chief intelligence officer has passed."

"A heir to an imperial earl went to serve as a security officer, just for training-see how the kingdom works."

"It's really not a bad thing," Wiya shrugged. "So, we—Caso and Karabyan, have a chance to fight together here, right."

Cohen smiled softly: "Remember to tell this story to your grandchildren."

"Exactly," Wiya spread his hands, shook his head and laughed, "'Your grandfather used to venture in Longxiao City with the future Earl of the Kingdom, and was born and died for the future Supreme King...'"

The next moment, the faces of both of them changed!

"Qiang!"

The two pulled out their swords at the fastest speed, their knees bent slightly, their feet pulled apart, and they looked nervously at the opposite steps.

A figure in armor appeared there.

I saw Tuleha, the "burning knight", step by step, slowly walking down the steps, looking at them with a serious expression.

The officer exhaled a long breath, sighing his "lucky".

Wiya squinted her eyes, panicking.

"Come on, big guy, I haven't forgotten the one in the cell," the police officer gritted his teeth and made a sword gesture: "It's time to pay the debt."

In front of them, Tulleha blankly pressed his golden saber.

"It's him again," Wiya looked at Tuleha nervously, remembering the scene in the cell, and solemnly said to Cohen:

"Are you sure you want to call?"

Run away now, maybe there is a chance to get rid of him.

"There is no other choice," Cohen frowned: "Do our best."

Huiya took a deep breath, raised the single-edged sword, and shook his head: "All right then."

Tulha bent the corner of his mouth and walked towards them slowly like a hill.

"You have sent almost everyone," Tulha listened to the sound of fighting in his ears, his eyes sharp and authentic: "Even scattered the staff, and used volleys to fight our volleys at any cost."

"It should not be to assassinate the Grand Duke."

"Where is the meteorite?" He said in a low voice, sounding like thunder.

The two of Cohen frowned.

"Where is your prince?"

Cohen and Huaiya were both taken aback.

"You seem to care about His Royal Highness." Wiya snorted coldly.

Tulha narrowed his eyes.

"I can feel it." The Burning Knight seemed relaxed. The Burning Knight slowly drew out his saber, making the two of Cohen more nervous: "Your people are scattered, almost in a semicircle, gradually approaching the hero hall. ."

Cohen exhaled deeply.

It's terrible.

How did this guy feel?

"You are not for breakthroughs, but as scouts and sentries," Tulha said coldly: "Come to hide the position of some people, cover up his intentions, don't you."

Cohen and Wyah looked at each other and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.

"Cambeda believes that the middle-aged lord and the meteorite are the most threatening existence," he gently waved his saber: "but since meeting in the snow, watching him face Nicolai The look in my eyes gives me an intuition."

Tulha solemnly said: "The seemingly harmless prince is the most dangerous."

"Your prince, where is he?" Tuleha's face changed, and he continued to ask: "What are you going to do?"

The two of Cohen didn't say a word, just nervously thinking about the response in the meeting.

But the next moment, Tuleha stepped on his feet and swung his knife to attack!

The nervously tense Wiya was shocked, and the single-edged sword shot immediately, taking Tuleha's face straight.

Cohen's face changed.

"No!" The police officer shouted angrily, grabbed Wiya's left arm, and pulled him back.

Wai Ya's single-edged sword and Tuleha's golden saber volley meet!

The temperature in the air rises sharply.

"Zi!"

The weird sizzle sounded again.

"Dang Cang!"

The crisp sound of metal landing.

Huaiya was pulled back five steps by the police officer until she sat down on the ground.

But he has no time to estimate Cohen.

Waiya stared blankly at the single-edged sword in his hand: The blade at the front end has been broken, the fracture is flat, the blade is red, and the high temperature is faintly exuding.

It's like being blown instantly.

The broken blade swayed constantly on the ground.

On the other side of them, Tuleha unsurprisingly snorted and shook the golden saber in his hand, splashing strange sparks in the air.

Cohen and Wyah watched with numb scalp as the burning knight raised his knife and pierced into the wall beside them without hindrance.

He slowly waved his arm, and the saber swept across the wall, wherever he went, sparks splashed, leaving only traces of scorched black.

As the sizzle sounded, there was an unpleasant roasting smell in the air.

"Since the loss of its corresponding prey, the importance of this knife has been greatly reduced." Tulha drew his knife from the wall, as if from water.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the two people on the ground: "But it is still an effective weapon."

Cohen supported Huaiya and looked at the knife in Tuleha's hand in amazement.

That is...

He remembered the old book he had read in the family castle.

Cohen thought of Tulha's nickname again.

That is...

"This is just a warning," Tulha looked serious: "I respect your spirit, so..."

"I promise, it will end soon."

"Why..." Wiya murmured at the fracture in his weapon, "This is...the refined steel in the tower..."

He looked at Tuleha's saber again, and was very surprised: "What kind of weapon is that?"

Can you cut the metal without any hindrance, effortlessly?

Cohen took a deep breath.

"Legendary Anti-Demon Armed Forces," Cohen replied solemnly, staring at the golden horse war knife:

"Sunburst Army Knife."

"The hot blade that claims to be able to cut everything," Cohen sniffed the burning smell in the air, felt the rising temperature, and clenched his teeth:

"AKA: Breath of Hell."

Huiya was startled slightly.

"Good knowledge," Tulha nodded approvingly, looking at his weapon: "The sharpest blade in the world-it has temperature."

The expressions of the two people on the star side became extremely ugly.

"What should I do now?" Huaiya frowned: "His knife..."

"Yeah." Cohen gritted his teeth.

He watched Tulha raise the sun saber and slowly approached.

The guard shook his head embarrassedly and heavily, as if he was saying to himself: "Facing a weapon that can cut off almost all blade armor..."

"What should I do?"

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In another room in the Palace of Valor.

Little Slicker leaned against the wall in a daze.

Thyls clenched his fists and said nothing.

There are footsteps.

The deputy star came to them.

Little Slicker was slightly startled, and when she recovered, she looked at Thales as if asking for help.

The prince nodded to her.

Putilla looked at Thales in front of him, and the little slippery head behind him who was uncomfortable because he returned to the Palace of Valor, couldn't help but sigh.

"They have dispersed into place," Putilai listened to the faint sounds of fighting around, and estimated their distance:

"Your Highness, you should also set off."

Thyls raised his head and looked calmly at Putila in front of him.

"Will they survive?" he said bitterly.

Putila didn't speak, just stared at him silently.

In a few seconds.

"As you said," the deputy envoy sighed slightly: "You know very well the key to this game. You must put the strongest piece on the battlefield."

"You won," Putila said flatly: "We won."

"Regardless of sacrifice geometry."

For a time, Thales was speechless.

He can only lower his head.

"I," Thales only felt heavy, "I'm sorry."

"This is not my plan."

The atmosphere was very depressing, and Xiao Slick pouted her lips in her heart.

"I know, Your Highness," Putila shook his head, his face as usual: "I know."

"We had to break into the city gate. This was an accident. We were found there again. It was another accident."

"In the end we had to do this."

Putila squatted slowly.

"But one of the most fascinating things in life," the deputy envoy sighed softly: "There are always accidents, to interrupt our planned dreams."

Putilai's eyes drifted away, as if recalling the past: "accident."

"I know," Thales took a deep breath, looked at the floor tiles, and tried his best to drain unnecessary emotions out of his brain: "Just, listen to them..."

Putila lowered his eyelids, motionless.

"Putila, I'm sorry," Thales sighed, and finally gave up and continued: "Take care."

Just now.

"Your Highness."

The deputy envoy interrupted Thales suddenly.

I saw him sigh a long, seemingly determined.

"Before leaving," Putila lowered his head and nodded slowly: "I want you to know one thing."

"Please don't feel guilty for me."

Thyls frowned and looked at the deputy.

But Putila's face is hidden in the darkness, he can't really see it.

Tels felt inexplicably that Putila was very abnormal at this time.

"Twelve years ago, I was in charge of the intelligence collection of the Foreign Affairs Department at the border between Exeter and Xingchen," Putila’s voice trembled slightly: "That summer, I used to A decision was made."

Thyls became more and more confused.

"A simple decision, a light proposal."

He was deep and authentic, his voice as soft as a feathered feather: "I only need to nod gently, and the proposal about Exeter will be sent back to China..."

Thyls suddenly thought of something, and an inexplicable panic emerged.

Twelve years ago.

Exter...

Putillero paused slightly, seemingly unable to continue.

"But that was a mistake..."

"Unforgivable mistake..." The deputy envoy gasped slightly: "This is the disaster in the North."

"The flames of war are raging, blood is flowing into rivers, and dead bodies are everywhere."

At that moment, Thales was shocked.

He raised his head suddenly and looked at Putila in disbelief:

"What?"

The voice of King Nunn seemed to echo in his ears again.

[That is an assassin from your stars...]

Tyles stared at the thin man before him blankly.

Putila raised his head, shaking slightly along the way.

His face is covered with deadly gloomy grief.

"I have lied to myself countless times, told myself that it was not my fault, convinced myself that it was just an accident, it was just an assassin’s stupid mistake..."

"I even learned to be indifferent, learned to be indifferent, and tell myself: forget the past."

"But that's no use," the deputy envoy looked gloomy, and his tone seemed to be filled with despair: "Destiny is so magical, full of accidents, and full of inevitable."

"The sins you have created will eventually return to you."

"Whether you escape or not."

Thyls looked at the man's confession, but his heart was blank.

He didn't know how to react.

"So, Your Highness, when I hear you say that you want to stop the war, want to change, want to redeem, want to do something..."

Putila's eyes are red, and his expression is sad and peaceful.

"I'm really relieved." He said softly, with a bitter smile on his face.

Thyls looked back at him in a daze: "Putila..."

Putila took a deep breath, narrowed his expression, his eyes flickered: "Tyles Canxing."

Thyls moved slightly when he heard him calling his name directly.

Putila looked at him quietly, her eyes firm.

The next second, Putila slowly pressed his right chest and nodded slowly in a solemn tone.

"Work with you."

"I am honored."

As soon as the voice fell, Putila stood up decisively, turned and left.

Leave Thales in a daze.

The second prince lowered his brows, breathing quickly, and his thoughts confused.

In the room, there is only the voice of inquiries caused by the little slippery head.

In a few minutes.

Outside the Hall of Heroes, dense black-sand-collared soldiers formed a tight line of defense, vigilantly paying attention to everything around them, not even the inexplicable noise in the walls, and someone was listening.

Their actions even affected the four grand princes~IndoMTL.com~The latter frequently appeared to them.

Viscount Cambida listened calmly to the reports from his subordinates, and nodded from time to time.

Finally, after a return, Cambida's face changed slightly.

He hesitated for a second, then made a gesture to his deputy and turned away decisively.

Accompanied by a group of soldiers, Cambida walked through the layers of tight defenses, responding to the salutes of his subordinates from time to time, and finally, he turned a corridor.

In this corridor, two teams of black-sand-collared soldiers escorted a prisoner to Cambida's body.

Cambeda frowned.

"Meeting in this situation..." The Viscount of Manton City said flatly: "Should I be surprised?"

"Your lord who has voted into the net?"

In front of Cambida's eyes, the deputy envoy of the Star Mission, Lord Putila Nieman, with his arms clasped, raised his head calmly and looked at him.