Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 70: Fight back

Two braziers in the Hall of Heroes have gone out.

But in the stone hall at this moment, no one pays attention to the temperature anymore.

"Rumba is not only about to assassinate King Nunn."

Tyles adjusted his breathing with difficulty, and the star prince's voice sounded softly: "He still wants to make the most of King Nunn's death to achieve his goal!"

The prince raised his head and looked at the four princes with subtle expressions: "As you can imagine: King Nunn just executed one of the five princes in the name of revenge last night, and died in the other four in an instant. Beside people."

"What's the situation then?"

Grand Duke Lecco clasped his hands, his eyes froze.

What will it be... what situation?

The old man looked at Rumba, his thoughts writhing.

In contrast, Rumba's gaze at Thales returned to deathly silence, which made the latter feel frustrated.

Thyls looked very calm, and he continued: "I don't know Lombard's specific plan, but in his vision, you are probably the prime suspects at that time. You can't argue, and you're in a strange place. In the city of Longxiao, the shrewd and capable Prime Minister Lisban may not be able to deal with it."

The prince recalled the intelligence and truth gathered bit by bit during the tense and thrilling escape journey since the assassination, and sighed slightly: “Next, with the help of the darkroom, the Prime Minister Lisban and the four kings killed 'Suspects' will inevitably erupt into conflict."

"Put you to the opposite of Longxiao City!"

There was a subtle silence in the hall.

The princes looked at Rumba together, thinking about Thales' words in different expressions.

Thyls walked to the rectangular table, jumped onto a chair under the unhesitating eyes of Duke Ronnie, and stared at Duke Lecco on the opposite side: "I just heard, even now, Prime Minister Lisbane Is also besieging the city gate?"

Rumba turned his head silently, as if he was not the protagonist of this conversation.

"I originally didn't understand why Rumba brought the army while assassinating the king," Thales took a deep breath, recalling the soldiers disguised as patrols, and the suspicion in the cell: "I now believe that the Rumba's army is to intervene in the conflict when the situation is out of control and rescue your princes."

Trudida raised his head.

"Why?" The Grand Duke of Rebuilding Tower solemnly asked: "Assuming what you said is true, why did Rumba do this?"

Tels paused slightly.

"To convince you." He said blankly.

"What?" Grand Duke Trudida subconsciously asked in surprise.

"You who are suspected of killing the king and are incompatible with the Prime Minister, in order to protect yourself, will surely accept Lombard's proposal, willingly and even impatiently to push the king's death to the star kingdom and to me."

Speaking of this, Thales' face darkened.

"You will voluntarily become Rumba’s accomplices and send troops with Rumba to invade the stars: not only end the threat of King Nunn, but also fulfill his long-cherished wish," Thales sighed softly under Selma's strange eyes:

"This is Rumba's real original plan-to use calculations and blame to tie allies to his chariot."

The gazes of the princes kept going back and forth between Lombard and Thales.

The Great Duke Heisha remained motionless, his eyes getting calmer and calmer.

Tyles exhaled and leaned back in the chair wearily, while watching Grand Duke Ronnie's face grow ugly.

Did I mess with him?

Grand Duke Olesiu knocked on the square table solemnly, and his thick voice sounded: "If this was Chaman's original plan, why did he change his mind?"

Thyls squeezed his fist, remembering Putila's words.

"To Rumba's surprise, the assassination had an accident," Thales replied calmly: "King Nunn did not stay in the Palace of Valor as he expected."

"Rumba had to expose himself and enter the city early to witness Nunn's death in the shield area."

The prince raised his eyes, a pair of gray eyes sweeping each grand prince:

"He has lost his dominance and control of the situation, he can no longer blame you, he cannot use the situation and crisis to force you to form an alliance with him."

"That's why there is this scene."

"Rumba had to take the risk of taking down the city gate, personally enter the Palace of Valor, personally persuade you, let go of Nunn's death, and cooperate with him."

Thyls let out a sigh of relief: "Unlike the previous plan that was forced by the situation, this time, he will use a reason you can't refuse to convince you to join his plan."

His voice fell.

Leave the silence to the hall.

The expressions of the princes are very interesting.

"This is what you want to say?"

Grand Duke Lecco pondered for a while: "Chaman was planning to use some disgraceful means to pull us into the chariot?"

Rumba snorted coldly.

"Spoken words," Heisha's tone was full of disdain and indifference: "And there are many doubts."

Thyls gritted his teeth.

But Trudida interrupted his rebuttal.

"Our Grand Duke Heisha is very scheming," Duke Reconstructed Tower smiled slightly: "But so what?"

"Even if he was really going to calculate and blame us," I saw Grand Duke Trudida turning to other people and gently spreading his hands: "It's too late at this point."

The Grand Duke turned his head slightly and looked at Thales.

At that moment, there was a cold light in Trudida's eyes: "For Exter, what should be done is still to be done."

"You can't change anything."

Rumba still looks awkward, but Duke Heisha still turned his face and nodded slightly to Trudida.

Thyls was slightly startled.

He observed the expressions of several grand princes, and found that they all seemed indifferent.

Selma approached worriedly and pulled the corner of his torn clothes.

But Thales laughed.

In front of the princes, the prince smiled relievedly.

"My princes."

"How did Charman Rumba convince you?" Thales swept through these high-ranking lords one by one, pursing his lips: "What kind of reason did he give you Cooperation obediently?"

The faces of the princes became a little ugly.

"It's okay," Thales closed his eyes and sighed: "Actually, I have already guessed something on my way here."

Rumba's pupils paused slightly.

"Did he tell you that compared to Rumba's infidelity," Thales straightened up and faced the princes solemnly: "In that country to the south of you, more terrible threats are rising? Exeter can't resist either?"

At that moment, the princes were more or less unnatural.

It seems that he is not used to saying this sentence from the mouth of the star prince.

Rumba snorted softly.

But Thales ignored Grand Duke Black Sand.

This is his turn.

Thyls squeezed his fist lightly.

"Did he tell you that the country after the empire is changing at an unprecedented level," Thales' eyes grew sharper, and his voice slowly rose: "The power of their entire country is gathering together as one without any precedent in history. Efficient, like an arm pointing?"

Selma looked surprised.

"Did he tell you that only by preemptively, using war and violence, and desperately stifling that threat in the cradle, can Exter make a way out?"

Grand Duke Olesiu and Trudida looked at each other, surprised each other

"Does he still tell you that if you don't do this, one day, your territory will be taken, your family will fall, your blood will be cut off, and everything you have will be wiped out and no longer exist?"

Grand Duke Lecco twitched between his eyebrows, his hands bursting with blue veins again.

Thyls took a deep breath and said the last sentence: "Then did he tell you too: Everything that Charman Rumba did, whether it was a coup d’etat or provoking a war, was a last resort. Is it a helpless step, a sacrifice that is willing to stigmatize, the courage to establish the world and the righteousness of giving up oneself for the country?"

After saying this, Thales felt that Rumba's eyes projected on him were getting colder.

"Well," Grand Duke Trudida sighed slightly: "For these few words-you are indeed worthy of your reputation, kid."

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned:

"Who told you?"

"It's not important--but he convinced you this way," Thales gritted his teeth, ignoring the princes' abnormal situation. "You recognized his reason, and you agreed to cover up the king's The truth of death, you are willing to go down to the stars with him, and you have accepted his condition that the Lordless Dragon City is a gift."

"Just for Exeter?"

Just when the princes were uncertain, Thales suddenly raised his head, gritted his teeth and said: "But don't you find it strange?"

Thyls stood up suddenly from the chair, supporting the square table with both hands, his expression solemn:

"If he can persuade you on his own--just like now, why did the original plan go to great lengths of calculation and blame to force you to go to the opposite of Longxiao City?"

The prince clenched his fist: "Why didn't he walk in and tell you: "For Exter, so that everything you have is not destroyed by the future star kingdom, please understand his compelling difficulties and cooperate His unselfish feat?'"

Trudida raised his head, glanced at Rumba who was no longer talking, and curled his mouth: "He does this now, isn't it."

Thyls stared at Rumba, watching his hand on the saber at his waist.

"I just said that he was forced to do this now—a backup plan." The prince said softly.

"Otherwise, as a last resort, Rumba will never use this reason to persuade you-he neither intends to tell you the threat of the stars, nor does he intend to tell you about the drastic changes in that country, let alone tell you about him. The real purpose."

Grand Duke Lecco frowned slightly: The real purpose?

Thyls’s fist rested on the table, recalling what Schles said: "Rumba would rather you join his team because of the opposition to Dragon City, rather than because you are aware of the stars. Threatened to join him."

"Why?" Grand Duke Ronnie said impatiently: "Just put it straight, people in the North hate to make rounds."

Thyls turned to him.

"Why?" The prince of the stars narrowed his eyes. "Because these are his true words."

"Because he is afraid."

At that moment, Thales finally saw Rumba, who had always looked cold, and slowly raised his head.

Grand Duke Heisha looked at him, the chill in his eyes turned into death silence.

Thyls looked back at him without flinching, gritting his teeth.

This is a battle between us.

It is also the fairest battlefield.

Are you ready, Rumba.

And now, it's my counterattack.

"Scared?" Trudida asked suspiciously.

Thyls nodded slowly but firmly.

"He is afraid that you will find something wrong in his words."

Tyles Canxing took a deep breath: "He is afraid. Once you start to think carefully, you will discover what a cruel truth lies behind the reason for the ‘threat of stars’."

"The truth?" Grand Duke Ronnie murmured and repeated.

Next second.

"Princes!" Thales stood up straight, stepped on the chair, with a serious expression: "Once you accept Rumba's proposal today, swallow Dragon City..."

"... Send troops to the south and invade the stars."

Grand Duke Lecco unconsciously sat up straight.

Ronnie lifted his chin.

Trudida and Olesiu looked solemn.

As for Rumba—his silent eyes have not moved for a long time.

But Thales has no time to take care of his opponent.

"From now on, every one of your family, every collar, every grand prince," Thales gritted his teeth, and solemnly swept through every grand prince, seeing their expressions becoming more complicated and subtle: "They will all be in an unstoppable storm. ..."

"The catastrophe is imminent, and the disaster is over!"

————

The sword wind is coming!

Slash the fire knight on the back of the neck!

At the moment of the moment, Tuleha, who was clamped by Raphael's right hand, made a decisive decision, let go of his left hand decisively, and let go of Wiya, who was struggling increasingly weak.

The Burning Knight shook his left arm back!

"Clang!" A piercing sound!

"Shit!" Tuleha's neck was bright red.

Cohen's powerful sword hit Tuleha's arm armor in the air!

The tip of the sword can be cut to the neck of the burning knight, piercing the skin.

The knight's neck slowly drained blood, and he groaned lowly.

Tulha's arm armor was cracked by Cohen's sword, and blood leaked from the crack.

The guard felt a chill: The opponent still guarded the fatal blow.

"Bet on life? You bunch of potted plants in the greenhouse," Tuleha said in a deep voice, holding the sword on his left arm, feeling the pain from his arm, ignoring the blood dripping from his neck: "You are not worthy."

Cohen pressed the long sword firmly and slashed again with force, Tuleha's arm armor groaned deformed.

Raphael gritted his teeth, and the strange muscles in his arms quickly swelled again, tightly controlling the enemy's right arm and weapon, trying to create another opportunity for Cohen.

Feeling the extraordinary strength of the other party, Tulha turned his eyes and shot Raphael with a sword-like gaze.

"Little boys."

"When your father gave a reward for your mother's swollen abdomen," Tuleha looked savage, his right arm struggling with Raphael, who had suddenly increased his strength, and his left arm holding Cohen and mixing the end The power of power: "I'm shivering beside my mother's hard body in the snow in the wild, struggling through another **** winter!"

"Click!"

The power of ending burned through his body like a flame—Tulha roared and turned his neck.

He pulled back his arm armor, broke free of Cohen's sword, and brought out a cloak of blood.

The injured police officer was brought out of balance by him, and his feet swayed.

The next moment, Tulha released the sun saber in his right hand.

The rising sun saber fell to the ground, and the blade lost its hot temperature, and it clashed on the ground.

Raphael watched the opponent's weapon fall by his side, and a warning sign appeared in his heart!

Not good.

Sure enough, without the restriction of the saber, Tuleha no longer tried to wrestle with the exaggerated Raphael, but sank down and slammed Raphael with his right shoulder!

Raphael only felt his figure sway, and then his back shook!

"Boom!"

Before Cohen could react, Raphael was slammed against the wall by the burning knight.

Raphael turned pale and coughed in pain, but still firmly grasped the opponent's right hand.

"While you were crying in the luxurious swaddling clothes," Tuleha burned the power of termination and pressed against Raphael, his eyes were terrifying: "I was in the dust of the countryside, for a mouthful of mold His bread head was battered and his body was bruised."

Cohen's heart tightened, and the sword pierced out!

Tulha turned to his side with a cruel face, flashed Cohen a sword in his chest.

"Shit!"

Cohen's long sword pierced Tuleha's shoulder armor, bringing out fragments, and the sword blade sparked on the wall.

But Tuleha ignored the injury to his shoulder, and he hit Raphael who was suppressed on the wall again!

"Boom!"

He hit Raphael's chest hard!

Raphael moaned in pain, and finally let go of the opponent's right arm.

"While you are reading and recognizing words comfortably in the study," Tuleha withdrew his right hand and said in a cold voice, "I dragged my bruised shoulder, carrying the most smelly garbage and feces, from Learn to count in the crisp sound of each copper."

The Burning Knight turned abruptly, and firmly grasped Cohen's sword cut again in mid-air!

"Keng!"

There was sharp friction between the blade of the sword and Tuleha's iron gloves.

Blood flowed from the knight's fingers.

The police officer looked at the beast-like fiery knight in astonishment, trying to withdraw the sword.

"When you were learning to wield a wooden sword in the manor," Tuleha punched Raphael's abdomen with his right hand, knocking him out of confusion, and bending over, "I'm on the vast glacier Go up, wrap your wounds and give your last strength to fight with the beasts, walking, weather, terrain, and all enemies!"

The Burning Knight grabbed Cohen's sword and charged back!

Cohen wanted to raise his arm to defend, but Tuleha kicked his knee suddenly!

"Boom!"

The warden's sword dropped his hand and fell to the ground.

"When you flirt with a girl at a banquet..." Tuleha stretched out his right hand and slashed away the shattered shoulder and arm armor.

The burning knight coldly shook off the burden including the robes, revealing the skin and flesh, the blood-colored knotted body-from the neck, shoulders to arms, there are severe burning scars, pits, and horrible. And scary.

Tulha's expression is as ice, his eyes are as fire, and he throws away Cohen's blood-stained sword.

He turned around and punched!

"Boom!"

Raphael, who had just stood up and was about to make a sneak attack, was hit on the head with a punch by the Burning Knight and hit the wall again.

"I crawled out from under the charred corpse burned by kerosene, groaning with pain all over my body, looking forward to seeing the sun the next day."

Cohen gritted his teeth amidst anxiety and anger, roared towards the enemy, and struck out with shocking force.

"Boom!"

The fist hits the knight's cheek!

Let the latter pause briefly.

But Tuleha just yelled and bent down, stubbornly resisting Cohen's collision, ignoring the heavy punch that the police officer hit on his face.

It seems that this is just the most trivial mosquito bite.

"Sintered and formed in the **** of blood and fire," he put out his hands, grasping Cohen's hitting arm with great experience, pinning his leg, and putting Cohen's body on his shoulder.

"——This is the reason for the burning knight!"

In the next second, Tuleha, with a crazy expression, forced his hands and turned abruptly, arching the struggling Cohen in mid-air, and fell to the ground severely!

"Boom!"

The tall police officer landed on his back and was slammed to the ground.

Cohen only felt severe pain all over his body, dizzy, and all his strength left him.

"Bet on your life?"

"You little masters, never understand."

Tulha straightened up, shook his reddish profile, and vomited a **** tooth indifferently: "In order to stand in the same manor as you, I crawled all the way from mud and blood. How many lives have been gambled in endless hell."

Tulha was half naked, his eyes covered with scars, blood was flowing all over his body, and his expression was terrifying.

"Even if they are both in the extreme state, our lives," the burning knight turned coldly, and looked at Raphael who was standing up again: "It's a far cry."

Raphael wiped off the blood from his forehead, enduring waves of dizziness, and drew a broken sword from his waist.

"You are a terrible warrior," the young man from the secret department slammed a hand-off forcefully, glanced at the dying Cohen, frowned: "As one of the'five warriors', a well-deserved reputation. "

Tulha turned his head and glanced at the rising sun saber on the ground-there was still some distance from him.

"But with your skill," Raphael said solemnly: "Why bother to follow Rumba and embark on this road of no return for slaying the king and treason?"

"To experience more hell?"

The Burning Knight snorted coldly, kicked Cohen's long sword "Bearer", grabbed it in his hand, and tried the weight and length.

The next second, Tulha roared and rushed in front of him!

Raphael's eyes condensed.

"Dang!" The two swords crossed, and Raphael blocked the opponent's cross.

But Tuleha didn't mean to compete with the opponent in swordsmanship. Like a real beast, he pressed his left arm on the spine of the sword and pushed Raphael to the wall!

"Bang!" Raphael resisted the knight's sword and was slammed against the wall. His long sword was even pressed against his chest.

Tulha has a hideous face, his left elbow suddenly rises, and the two long swords that cross each other are turned into an "X" shape by him!

The Burning Knight's left arm was pressed against the upper part of "X", pressing against Raphael's throat, pressing him out of breath.

"When you travel the world with your sword and glory on your back," Tulha gritted his teeth: "I stand in front of a desolate village, standing on a barren land where even weeds cannot be planted. Ten years of youth and life exchanged the first fortune, and the first title was crying."

Raphael struggled painfully and couldn't breathe, but Tulha just kept pressing his sword unstoppably, pressing his elbow against his windpipe.

The Burning Knight gritted his teeth, his eyes mixed with pain and hope: "After experiencing this, I can stand here, facing you, the proud of the sky, holding a weapon against you."

"You ask me, why do you follow the Grand Duke?"

"Bang!" The fiery knight roared, hitting Raphael's forehead with a hammer.

"Clang!"

Raphael's long sword came loose and fell from his hand.

The young man from the secret department seemed to lose consciousness, slipped weakly from the wall, and was picked up by Tuleha by the collar.

"Boom!"

The knight turned around and slammed into a knee, knocking Wiya who had risen from the ground into vomiting blood, and fell back.

"You don't understand..." Tuleha panted, and habitually shook the sword in his right hand—the weight-bearer was clearly inconsistent with his usual weapon.

He looked at Cohen who was struggling on the ground, gritted his teeth and said: "His Lord Black Sand..."

"Your Excellency, he..."

"What he sees is a more long-term future." The Burning Knight took a deep breath and showed a look of fascination: "An unprecedented new world, where everyone can have their own future. ."

Tulha panted heavily, stretched out his left arm, clasped Raphael by the neck, and lifted him up.

"For the great Duke's ideal, the future he promised," the terrifying fiery knight licked the blood from his mouth, pulled the enemy closer to his eyes, and looked directly at Raphael's eyes:

"No matter what the price, I am willing to pay."

The Burning Knight exhaled hard.

Raphael just clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes lost, and looked weakly at the enemy's eyes.

"No matter what hinders~IndoMTL.com~Tulha raised Cohen's sword, with prominent eyes, looking at Raphael earnestly and enthusiastically:

"I must all crush."

At that moment, the little girl from many years ago appeared in front of Raphael.

Mila.

He thought vaguely, closing his eyes.

Sorry.

The next second, the Burning Knight stabbed the sword in his hand without hesitation.

"Shit!"

The blade pierced into Raphael's heart.

From behind.

The bright red just left all over the ground.

And Cohen's heartbreaking scream.