Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 66: I am very pleased

Damn it.

Seri barely bit the wood chip in her mouth, feeling her body trembling in the dual torment of cold and pain.

His consciousness is a little fuzzy, but he can still feel the pain of his hands and legs fastened to the stakes. His chest and abdominal muscles are constantly rubbing the stakes, as if it can withstand some cold.

Snowflakes fell, and the blood on his back slowly shed.

Pain struck in bursts of pain, a fiery reminder of Seri's current injury.

But it's nothing.

The most unbearable thing for Serui is the humiliation he is being tied to a stake and being watched by countless people-he can feel the gazes from the neatly standing queue behind him, although Those are his companions.

On the empty snowy ground, Isaiah, with pale complexion and red face, stood ugly at the forefront of the queue, staring at the stakes with the others—grass, sissy, what to see.

Byrne and the young master huddled in the middle row, whispering something, looking to this side from time to time-shit, the two of them must have adultery, such as **** each other.

Big Mouth Monty poked his head out from the left, with a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and anxiously winked at Seri-Seri knew what Monty meant, and asked him to prescribe it.

But...

Seri's heart tightened, thinking of his experience these few days, she couldn't help squeezing her trembling fists.

What a joke!

Seri, who was dying, was thinking about it like this, and the wood chips under his teeth clenched tighter.

The dry tongue accidentally wiped the wood chips in his mouth, and with an imperceptible "swish", he seemed to taste blood.

"You bunch of maggots, lift your head up and watch it!"

At the back of the queue, the deputy commander, Tyrond, nicknamed "Unextinguished Fire," carried his silver-black immovable bow, coldly holding his arms, and his eyes swept across everyone in the queue. A person.

The Big Mouth Monty in the crowd was agitated and stood more upright.

Even though they were excellent battlefield veterans before they were elected to the Guards, no one dared to be a little disrespectful to Tyrond's orders, all of them looked solemnly at Seri who was tied up.

"Tread...Tread...Tread..."

Heavy footsteps sounded, slowly stepping through the line, and stopping when not far from the stake.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the person, and there is no lack of awe and tension.

"You still don't repent, do you?"

That is the sound of "Iceberg".

Seri's heart moved.

He raised his head unwillingly and looked to the left.

Bingberg—this is the nickname they gave to the demon by Monty Monty—the tall, strong, mature warrior walked to his side, turned his head and stared at him coldly.

The man's hair was covered with frost and snow, but he could not shake the fierce aura.

He held a leather whip several meters long in his hand, full of abnormal dark red, and it was covered with specially made barbs.

"This is the first time that you, as commanders, have been dispatched to the front line to lead the levy operations-although I didn't expect much."

"But you, sting," Bingshan's gaze swept towards Seri, his face full of disgust, his voice rang coldly in the cold air: "Today I know that you are me for more than 20 years The worst, worst, most disgusting, bastard, and least seeded soldier in here."

"It is full of shame from head to toe."

"Let you be the commander of the conscripts? It just lost our face."

At that moment, anger and anger hit Seri's heart at the same time.

"Bah!"

Seri looked up angrily and spit out the **** wood chips that were almost broken in his mouth.

"Shame? Shame?"

"Fuck you, Bingberg, you've seen me displeased a long time ago," Seri said with his head held high and sneered with suppressed anger: "What happened today, is that I just want to find a reason Pause, then kick me out?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the queue!

Then countless whispers came.

"Ah, the chicks are so energetic!" At the rear left of the queue, the instructor Dominic smiled with a harmless smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you will have time to discuss in a while-two more night training runs How about ten laps!"

As if someone had interrupted the transmission of the sound, the queue instantly became quiet, and only breathing sounds of varying rates were heard for a while.

The attention of the field shifted back to Seri and Bingberg.

"What?" Bingshan's eyes were solemn, staring at Seri coldly, "Do you have an opinion on me?"

Seri looked at the **** wood chips on the ground, clenched his teeth and frowned.

"Opinion?" Seri snorted coldly.

Bingberg narrowed his eyes.

I saw Seri looking at the iceberg with a bad look: "On the battlefield, you sent Monty a team of elite sniper crossbowmen. Isaiah is the light infantry stormtrooper on the front line. Carlos has him. The epee infantry team, even the sluggish Shiva with heavy cavalry on standby in the queue!"

Bingberg gave a cold snort.

"And I, I am the strongest person among the recruits, better than all of them, I am the sharpest knife in the guard, the best soldier!" Seri pressed his chin on the wooden stake, not angry Panting, his voice suddenly raised: "What about the result?"

Bingshan stared at him coldly, and slowly clenched his fists.

The next second, Serui suddenly raised his head, staring at the iceberg!

"As a result," Seri looked at the iceberg with a full face of resentment: "The war is imminent, and what you assigned to me is the worst, worst, and most garbage squad-the transportation team of the heavy camp!"

"Suppress me? Let me be their commander?" His face was full of unwillingness: "To be honest, Commander Rumba, I know you hate me, but I always thought, at least the White Blade Guard It is fair and strict."

Bingberg looked at Seri without a word, his eyes complicated.

Under Tylund's cold eyes and Dominic's unsatisfactory smile, everyone didn't even dare to take a breath, watching this scene quietly.

After a while, Bingshan gave a cold snort.

"So, as my'best soldier'," Bingberg's words seemed to hide a piece of ice for many years: "When you are attacked, you use your subordinates as bait to die and let them live their lives. Self-destroy, while hiding in secret to ambush the enemy's head."

Seri clenched his teeth.

"What can I do?"

"What can I do if I don’t even swipe the sword several times?" Seri sneered at his tied limbs and sneered: "Sacrifice the weak to bite the enemy and send Elite defeating powerful enemies-isn't this our classic tactic in the North?"

"Relying on this tactic, I killed the leading orc and finally saved the weight of the cart," he said unwillingly, "I won, it's that simple."

Tyrende, who was watching, snorted coldly.

Bingberg's eyebrows twitched slowly, as if someone had cut his face with a knife.

"You still don't understand," Bingberg's voice seemed tired: "Where did you make a mistake?"

Seri shook his head and grunted angrily.

"Make a mistake? You want me to say, the biggest mistake," he gritted his teeth: "It was you who stuffed me with a bunch of useless trash and expected me to be so soft?"

"Bah!" Seri spit out fiercely

"How about it, I did a miracle with the **** on my hands! I repelled a full twenty orcs!"

"So you can only find something to do, just find my fault," Seri fell on the stake and snorted coldly: "I have seen you through, Caslan Rumba, you suppressed the dissident. , The most hypocritical noble face!"

At the end of the queue, the Dominic instructor sighed with his hands on his back.

"Listen," Bingberg ignored Seri's remarks, but his face became more and more ugly: "Because of your order, only four people in your team survive and one is disabled."

"The rest of the people refuse to go back to you."

"Oh, that's really hard to ask for," Seri let out a sigh of relief, with a look of relief: "I also advise you: don't count on them in war."

Bingberg’s expression is getting colder and colder, and his eyes are heavy: "This is your answer?"

"This is the battlefield. Someone has to die," Seri said, sneered and shook his head: "Cowards who can't accept reality, or the weak who can't keep up with their combat power, should leave early."

Bingberg did not speak any more, his eyes were cast on the snow for a long time.

The silence returned to the field.

Only the cold wind howled.

Until Seri hummed coldly and spoke again:

"And I tell you, Bingberg, no matter how you want to fix me, even if you put me in the worst unit to die, I can survive..."

But he was interrupted.

"The biggest mistake you made, stabbing!"

Bingberg, this strong and tall man was full of anger, he spoke flatly, and said loudly: "It's..."

I saw Bingberg slowly raised his head, and the hand holding the whip trembled, his eyes were full of anger: "You shouldn't vomit that piece of wood."

Seri was stunned slightly, and looked at the piece of wood on the ground that he vomited out.

The next second, the six-meter-long barbed whip in Bingberg's hand immediately moved!

"Huh!"

The wind is fierce.

The whip threw a terrifying ring in the air!

Before Seri could react, the pain of tearing suddenly exploded from his back!

"Pop!"

A harsh bang.

Seri had an illusion that the skin on his back was torn apart at that moment.

He was so painful that he couldn't even think.

Grass!

Seri hugged the stake and trembled frantically. He clenched his teeth, blood even oozing from between his teeth, but still couldn't help groaning painfully from his throat.

The iceberg of the dead family!

The muscles all over his body were protesting, and even in the cold winter, his forehead was oozing sweat.

The voice of Dominic instructor sounded after the queue: "Nineteenth whip!"

Hundreds of people in the queue watched this scene quietly, with different expressions.

Seri almost broke his teeth.

But he was still trembling and raised his head with difficulty, unwilling to show weakness to the iceberg.

The moment Ke Serui looked up, she was taken aback.

I saw the iceberg, who had always been cold and harsh, but his eyes were full of deep pain and disappointment at the moment: "Maybe I was wrong, too wrong."

Bingberg’s tone is sad and tired: "Maybe I shouldn’t have such high expectations for you from the beginning."

"Seri Nicolai, you idiot."

Seri, who was panting on the stake, was startled.

At that moment, he saw the mature iceberg frowning tightly, his facial muscles trembling slightly in the cold wind, and wrinkles were obvious.

"Call—"

In the next second, Bingberg swiped his whip again, and the sound of the wind rolled!

But it wasn't the barbed whip in memory that came.

It's a black and ferocious gun blade!

Dragon City, Palace of Valor, "Meteor" Nicolai, facing the enemy, gently narrowed his eyes.

The memory of more than 20 years ago has drifted away.

The Soul Slaughter Gun pierced the air and took the eyes of the meteorite!

"Clang!"

The sharp sound of metal collision.

The Soulbreaker Blade came out halfway, staggering past the spearhead.

The tip of the gun shook slightly, and it went past Nicolai's forehead by a millimetre.

The sharp gun blade even took away a trace of his hair!

But the meteorite never even moved his eyelids.

It seems that what just passed him is not a fierce Slaughter Soul at all, but a handful of broken copper and rotten iron.

The moment the Soul Slaughter Spear pierced the air, Nicolai, who had escaped, slammed on his legs and rushed forward.

"Huh!"

The light armor and robes on his body skimmed through the air, and the blade followed his footsteps in a straight line.

As the meteorite advances, the enemy's image is slowly enlarged in the field of vision!

At that moment, only the gray-haired enemy was in his eyes!

Iceberg.

At that moment, Nicolai's heart burned with nameless anger.

Iceberg!

Kaslan Rumba drew back the barrel of the gun calmly, pinched a third of the Soul Slaughter Gun with his right hand, and dragged the barrel behind him, instantly turning into a short spear, holding the sword as if facing the incoming Nicolai .

The two are getting closer and closer, almost within reach.

Nicolai's knife flickered, slashing Caslan's neck!

And Kaslan's gun blade pointed directly at Nicolai's throat.

The blade of the knife and the blade of the gun crossed in the air.

Nicolai's Soulbreaker suddenly trembled and sank instantly in a predetermined trajectory.

"Ding!" With a soft sound, the blade touched the tip of the gun like a splash of water.

Caslan's face changed!

His soul-slaughtering gun has great power, which makes him unable to control the soul-slaughter for a while.

The gun blade turned aside, away from Nikolai's throat.

But the blade of the meteorite's gun head, like a sinking wood, instantly "floated" in just one-tenth of a second and returned to the original orbit!

Continue to hack at Caslan's neck.

Kaslan reacted promptly to throw the Soul Slaughter Gun away, and his left hand, already stretched out, faced the wrist that Nicolai had slashed with the knife, and his right hand clenched a fist against the opponent's chest.

But when Nicolai was about to be captured by Kaslan by his wrist, his face was cold, and the Soulbreaker Blade changed direction again!

In a few tenths of a second, the Blade of Soulbreaker made a miraculous turn, turning around an arc in the air.

Nicolai's wrist also went to the back of Caslan's left hand, and Kaslan's fingers rubbed his opponent's arm.

Interception failed.

Taking Kaslan's knife straight but did not reduce the threat because of this evasion.

On the contrary, after this special turn, the blade turned from a split to a stabbing, poking Kaslan's face straight!

Caslan's expression remained unchanged.

Although his attack and defense failed twice, even though the blade has already crossed the reach of his palm, and despite his carelessness, he will be dead.

Caslan responded extremely quickly and retrieved his right hand, trying to punch the side of Soulbreaker to intercept or release the attack.

Like the previous two times, Nicolai's blade changed direction again in an instant.

Take away Kaslan's right fist and cut it back at his forehead.

In an instant, Nicolai's blade traversed a distance of tens of centimeters, but it changed strangely seven or eight times along the way.

Caslan responded in time almost every time, but he also missed almost every time.

Nicolai is like a loach that sways left and right, but can't be caught.

The meteorite continued to use his sword without distraction.

There is nothing else but the enemy.

In these few short breaths, the blade was less than a few inches from Caslan's forehead.

Kaslan and Nicolai both know that maybe the outcome will be announced here.

The next second, Caslan suddenly leaned forward unexpectedly!

"Boom!"

The scary dull loud noise.

Nicolai and Caslan collided chest-to-chest!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The two snorted at the same time, grabbed each other, and rolled out on the ground several times, with the sound of their limbs hitting the ground back and forth.

The body of the meteorite is obviously not as heavy as Kaslan, but strangely, after a collision, the two of them rolled in the direction of Kaslan.

It's like Kaslan can't bear it.

"Dang Cang!"

During the fight, the Soulbreaker blade flew out of Nicolai's hand, and the blade plunged into the wall, thrusting into the wall and swaying.

On the other side, the Soul Slaughter Gun fell to the ground and clinked.

Finally, after the next muffled noise came, the two suddenly separated on the ground, rolled several times in opposite directions, and stopped almost simultaneously.

Caslan hit the floor and got up on his knees.

Nicolai even directly exerted force on his abdomen and jumped up.

From the beginning to the end, within a few seconds, Nicolai only cut a knife.

Caslan just tried to take the knife.

But only two extreme people know the danger: no matter which part of the problem goes wrong, both of them may pay an irreversible price in this short span of a knife.

For a moment, only two soldiers gasped in the hallway.

Caslan half-kneeled on the ground and knocked on his chest in pain.

Blood ran down his forehead—from between the eyebrows to the ears, a hideous wound was constantly oozing blood.

"Well, yes," the old man said lightly:

"At least, you cut off my three inches of scalp."

At that moment, Nicolai seemed to see the past in a daze.

The past twenty years ago.

The commander stood in the snow and said so:

"Well, not bad."

At that time, Caslan Rumba was terrifying and terrifying, almost invincible.

At that time, Kaslan was shaking his neck joints, his face was indifferent, to Nicolai, who was still a hand-to-hand recruit, lying on the ground panting, hooked his fingers contemptuously:

"At least, you let me use two hands."

Nicolai's fist became tighter and tighter.

Caslan's old voice came.

Drag Nicolai's thoughts back to the present.

"The technique of exerting force in an instant is really terrible." In the corridor, the elderly Kaslan wiped the blood from his open face, tried his forehead wound, and frowned as he watched the bright red on his hand: "It's dangerous. You almost broke your bones with the blade, and you cut your head open."

Nicolai just stared at him tightly, without saying a word.

Almost.

"Your power of ending is becoming more and more sophisticated," Kaslan exhaled, and knocked on his chest unnaturally: "Still haven't found its provenance or origin?"

Hearing this, the eyes of the meteorite were still terrifying.

But he still said something.

"Too busy," Nicolai spit out coldly: "Too lazy to find."

It seems that words are like gold.

But only the meteorite himself knows: Under the collision of Kaslan just now, his chest is still painful so far, his lungs are tight, and even his breathing is painful, only through this For a period of time, the power of ending was used to relieve the muscles and bones of the chest.

Speaking, for Nicolai, is undoubtedly an act of increasing load.

And the scratches left by just rolling on the ground are countless.

Nicolai's right arm was also aching and tingling slightly because of fighting for the Soulbreaker Blade in the battle with Caslan.

If Kaslan attacked during this time, he would not be able to fight with all his strength.

In the face of Kaslan, being unable to fight with all his strength means...

Nicolai closed his mouth, seized the time to relieve his chest and recover from his injury.

Caslan sighed.

He remembered the magical blade that Nicolai had just changed directions with just one move.

Leave strength and leeway at the moment of the move, and use the momentary change of direction to achieve unexpected results-this is especially the case in feints.

But no one can use this technique to the extreme like Nicolai.

Nikolai's special end power allows him to store power at every node in his body, carefully and perfectly control every muscle and bone, and change his posture, moves and strength anytime and anywhere in the battle.

This is no longer a simple reaction.

The body of the meteorite will hardly be hindered by inertia. Every knife cut, every step taken, from beginning to end, regardless of success or loss, can be re-energized and change direction at any time.

A knife attacking the throat can be changed instantly by the second force of the arm, turning to the face, chest, arms, abdomen, and even recovering defense. What’s more frightening is that as long as the body can bear the load, this secondary force technique can be superimposed many times, and then change direction again after changing direction—and as his strength and experience grow, the number of superpositions will only increase. More, more and more free.

In the battle, do whatever you want with endless changes.

Slashed out in a bland way, changing endlessly in a flash, bringing a threat to the whole body.

Kaslan thought of this, and shook his head with emotion: This is a power of ending that is worthy of a separate item and is well-known in history.

If it were in the Tower of End, it would probably be classified as a "miracle."

Unfortunately, this kind of ending power awakened on the battlefield is too random and accidental to sum up experience and pass it on to future generations.

Just like that kind of power.

Caslan looked at his old subordinates, nostalgia for the past surged in his heart.

The old man is very familiar with his old subordinate: Seri Nicolai, this guy who possessed the extreme level of combat consciousness only when he was in Ultra-Order.

The strongest soldier under his hand.

Is also the best soldier.

But it's all over.

Now, as the enemy and us, they are fighting each other.

Thinking of this, Caslan's eyes darkened.

"Faced with the prestige of killing the soul with a single blow, it’s hard to ignore it even in the extreme state—a previous elf opponent lost here," the old man nodded lightly: "But you Well done, not losing the face of the Blade Guard, stabbing the head."

Nicolai gave a slight shock.

His thoughts returned to the thirty-eight sentry place more than twenty years ago.

In front of the meteorite's eyes, the image of the cold and ruthless "iceberg" emerged, showing him standing in the snow and unsmilingly speaking.

Facing the sixth wave of the glacier orcs' attack, at that time, the boss said this:

"Prick your head, don't lose the face of the Blade Guard."

At that time, he was in his prime, the commander of the "earth-shaking" who was unparalleled...

This old man with silver hair and bleak eyes...

The two figures slowly overlapped.

Nicolai finally healed the sharp pain in his chest.

He adjusted his horn mentality and let out a sigh of relief slowly, with a complex tone and no emotions: "The Soul Slaughter Gun is powerful, but it is cast based on the cavalry gun."

"Too long, too heavy, and too hard," the meteorite said solemnly: "It is not difficult to deal with in non-clustered foot combat."

"Professor the person who uses weapons, I remember it is Dominic," Caslan laughed:

"If Dom hears these words from you, I am afraid he will not be happy."

Nicolai's face darkened, then quickly sank.

Dom.

Dominic.

"Blood Hammer" Dominic.

The smiling old guy, one of their instructors.

The old guy who likes to punish them for running laps the most, and still following a few laps.

He always stood beside the mature Kaslan, smiling, bringing a little anger to a group of fierce and murderous hand-to-hand veterans.

If he is still alive...

See this scene, see the current Kaslan...

Nicolai closed his eyes, his chest filled with endless emotions, uncomfortable.

"He can't hear it." The meteorite's voice was hoarse: "Don't you know?"

The veins on Caslan's fist tightened.

"Thirteen years ago, Dominic died in the White Mountains," Nicolai said softly:

"The ones who died there together, including Black, Lyken, Thor, and Ball..."

Caslan did not speak.

"Old Shiva was injured and retired after that. He went to Kang Mas and never returned."

Caslan sighed slightly.

"Ah," the old man lowered his head expressionlessly: "I heard Old Coleman say, Battle of the Deep Valley."

"I heard that Old Dom, with an arrow in his suit, led the team for a hundred meters in the enemy group, and then fell down after the enemy collapsed."

Nicolae shook slightly, his chest sore.

Kaslan looked sad, and sighed slightly: "That guy still owes me money for a pair of leather armor."

The meteorite's fists tightened, almost breaking the palm of his hand.

The nameless flame in his chest made him extremely uncomfortable.

"As for the Soul Slaughter Gun..."

"You know, the legendary anti-devil armed forces are not originally used in human-to-human battles," Kaslan sighed, seemingly sighed: "It's just that mankind has a talent: we are good at handling everything in the world. They have become weapons of destruction of the same kind."

At this moment.

"Dingling bell..."

Three thin metal discs slid out of Nicolai's fingers, rolling a long distance neatly.

Roll to the old man.

Kaslan stretched out his hand and held down three discs.

The metal sound stopped.

The old man slowly raised one of the golden discs.

"What is this?" he asked softly.

Nicolai looked at his former boss blankly.

The meteorite spoke lightly: "Dominic."

Caslan was startled slightly.

The corridor is very quiet.

Even the sound of fighting around seemed to disappear.

"When he died, I was by the side." Nicolai's expression was dim, and he lowered his voice, silently: "Dom said he was sorry."

"For my own pension, I must continue to buy medicine for my grandson to treat illness."

"So the money owed to the big guy, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back."

There is a touch of sadness in the words of the meteorite.

Caslan squeezed the gold coin slightly.

The old man's throat moved slightly, his eyes focused on the two remaining gold coins on the ground.

"You don't have to do this," Kaslan raised his head and watched Nicolai said tiredly: "Dom doesn't like others to pay him back."

Nicolai looked at the gold coin in Caslan's hand and knew what he wanted to say.

"Your Majesty pays his pension every year."

Nicolai looked at Caslan with complicated eyes: "But Dominic's grandson just died of illness a month ago."

Caslan shuddered slightly.

"I have his last month's pension in my hand," Nicolai slowly raised his head, a familiar image appeared in his mind.

"I still keep his account book, so..."

That was a middle-aged soldier with a wide body and a big smile carrying a warhammer. The number of recruits who gave corporal punishment round after round.

Dominic Stone.

The meteorite slowly opened his lips, his tone was light, his voice hoarse:

"This is the leather armor he owes you~IndoMTL.com~Caslan lowered his head.

The old man did not speak.

He just closed his eyes deeply.

For a long while silent.

Only the rustle on the side of the corridor can be heard.

Finally, Kaslan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes delicate and complicated.

"I'm very relieved, stinging."

Nikole was stunned.

"Today, more than twenty years later," I saw Kaslan smile slowly:

"You are already an excellent Commander of the Blade Guard."

"Seri Nicolai."