Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 71: Black Path

The next second, Griveaux pushed Thales away and looked away, breathing quickly.

Kurz coughed slightly.

"I saw Kevin." Kirz shook his head to the left, where a young man was sneaking his head behind the wall, beckoning Thales to recognize that it was last night The young coachman who carried the old crow to the shield area.

Maybe the topic about him just ended. After seeing Kevin, the three of them didn't look good.

It's like being caught by someone speaking badly behind your back.

"I'll make the final confirmation and wait for my signal." Kirz spit out the grass in his mouth, patted the dust in his hands and stood up, his original rascal temperament instantly became sharp.

Grevo nodded and watched her leave.

Only veterans and princes remain.

The atmosphere is a bit heavy.

Tyles looked at the seamstress going away, and suddenly said: "To be honest, I have been in the Northland for six years. Such a Northland girl is really rare."

Grivor paused slightly and hummed softly.

"Kurz's father used to be a military doctor. She grew up in a military camp. Her childhood was full of blood and howls."

Thyls' eyes moved.

The veteran’s fingers flicked on the wheelchair, seeming to recall the past:

"Until her father died unexpectedly, the teenage Kerz faced the veteran scoundrels. You can't imagine what a girl will experience in that hell, let alone what she will become."

Tyles felt tight.

He looked at the corner where Kirz disappeared somewhat unexpectedly, recalling the tough impression the seamstress gave him.

Grivor said in a fascinating way: "At least before I fished her out."

"Unfortunately, the famous Longxiao City is not much better, especially the shield area and the hammer area."

At this moment, the hard-spirited veteran looked particularly tired, as if he had just gone through a big battle.

Thyls took a slow breath:

"No wonder."

Grivor snorted and shook his head: "You are born noble, and everything goes smoothly, it's hard to imagine, but you think she was born full of foul language, cursing, violent temperament, and no sense of tenderness?" /

"Do you think she doesn’t want to be like an ordinary Northland lady, wearing gorgeous dresses, luxurious makeup, and sitting in a warm and gorgeous palace with cream and powder, enjoying a sumptuous dinner and Is it a man's favor?"

"When life is tough on you," Griveau squeezed the wheelchair, and the remaining three fingers on his left hand trembled slightly: "You have to be tougher than it."

Thyls said nothing for a long time.

But he immediately raised his head.

"But I think she is very good now," the prince with a somewhat inexplicable mood, his eyes sharp:

"It is the strongest, most beautiful, and most charming look of a woman."

Boom!

Thyls screamed.

He hugged his aching forehead with his hands, and looked at Grivo unirritably.

The veteran blankly retracted his right hand that was comparable to a cauldron: "You are young, don't learn to pick up girls."

Thyls replied with an aggrieved look.

"But, yes."

"She is great," Grivo smiled slightly, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes gleamed: "It's been more than ten years, and Kirz has been our brother for a long time."

Thyls rubbed his head vigorously, and said in an angry manner: "Just brother?"

"She will be disappointed."

Grivor glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, but didn't speak.

A few seconds later, the veteran spoke abruptly.

"Your father, what kind of person is he?"

Tyles' nerves tightened.

"My father?"

Grivor turned his face to the other side, shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Yes."

The prince blinked.

That is a memory too long ago.

Thyls frowned and replied somewhat hesitantly: "He, he is a king."

Boom!

The second time, Thales held his head in tears with his hands, and watched indignantly as Grivor retracted his right hand.

Why?

I saw Greve a little frustrated: "Fuck, who the **** doesn't know that your father is a king...say something else, useful, okay?"

Tyles gritted his teeth: "Don't move your hands!"

"Others? He..." The prince was about to speak, but his eyes rolled: "Why do you want to know this?"

Grivor coughed and turned his head seemingly normal.

"Oh, ah, you know, the two kings of Exter are despicable bastards," the veteran shrugged indifferently for the second time, rubbing his back on the wheelchair: "I'm just I wonder if the king of the stars is the same."

Thyls gave a suspicious look.

"But the old crow said, you don't care about high-level politics."

Grivor's face changed: "Yes... I, I suddenly changed my mind... Knowing more is not a bad thing. Next time I meet, I can laugh at him in turn."

The veteran shrugged for the third time.

Thyls looked at Grivo thoughtfully.

Until Griveaux coughed embarrassedly and turned away.

Tyles asked tentatively: "But didn't you say that you don't want to see him anymore, Hikether?"

Grivor's face blushed: "What is your business!"

"Of course, of course, but..." Thales carefully observed Griveaux's profile and narrowed his eyes: "Why is it my father?"

Grivor's face froze.

"Oh, come on," he waved his hand, interrupting Thales angrily: "You know... forget it, forget about it."

Grivor hummed coldly, obviously extremely unhappy.

"Who the **** cares about your king father."

The veteran took his arms, turned around, shrugged his shoulders for the fourth time, and muttered to himself angrily: "Another genius, young and golden, handsome, romantic, evil and domineering little white face."

Thyls looked at him quietly, smiling.

"What about Selan?"

Grivor trembles slightly: "Huh?"

"You heard what I said," Thales sighed: "Where is my mother? What kind of person is she?"

The waiting time for this issue is exceptionally long.

It's been a long while before Greve tilted his mouth and shook his head disdainfully.

"Your mother? Ha!"

"That nasty crooked little girl," the veteran in the wheelchair showed a complicated expression, and said nonchalant words: "The best thing is to get into trouble and make everyone angry."

"Trick everyone to wipe her ass."

Thyls nodded: "Do you include you?"

"Please forgive me," Greve sneered, shaking his head: "I hate her most."

Thyls smiled slightly.

"You and Hexer... used to be slaves in the desert, right?"

This question seems to hit Greve's pain point.

"Hey!"

He jumped up a few inches in the wheelchair, very annoyed:

"I don't care what the old crow said to you..."

Grivor pointed at Thales with a bad look: "I agree to do you a small favor, but it does not mean that we are familiar!"

"Stop the sensational trick of'I am your good friend'."

Thyls blinked helplessly, expressing understanding.

The two leaned back together, waiting for Kirz's signal.

Until Greve spoke again.

"Hey, the old crow didn't tell me much, but from the direction you are going..." Greve didn't seem to be able to naturally transform from his "raging" mood, he said stiffly: " You are going to the desert, right."

Tyles felt tight.

He spread his hands, just squinted and smiled.

But Grivor seemed to see through his mind and hummed softly:

"Listen, if you want to enter the desert, you better have a skilled guide, otherwise..."

Grivor shook his head disapprovingly.

Thyls's heart moved: "Is there so terrible in the desert? Orcs or Boneman?"

"Both," Grivor twitched his mouth, his eyes sharp: "Orcs, they smash your skull as effortlessly as we smash an egg, and the scavenge...they are hard to say, those The guy is very evil."

"Evil door?"

"But your biggest threat is far from them," Grivo looked solemnly: "It's the desert itself, the sun and the yellow sand, and the devil whispering in your ear all the time, "Lie, sleep," Dream, never stand up'."

The expression of the veteran began to drift away again.

Thyls looked at his profile, and remembered something: "You went into the desert, right."

Grevo nodded, absent-mindedly:

"When I was a soldier, I fought in it."

Thyls frowned slightly: "Then?"

Grivor raised his head.

"Then," the veteran in the wheelchair looked at Thales solemnly:

"There will be no more then."

Just now.

There was a sudden commotion in the distant street.

It seems that two men are arguing.

"Ready!"

Grivor held both ends of the wheelchair alertly: "The signal is coming, that's ours."

Tyles stood up nervously, lowered his body and grabbed the hedge.

"Can this succeed?"

Thyls looked worriedly at the two men who started fighting when they didn't agree, watching their fight get more and more intense.

More and more people joined in, turning fights into gangs and riots.

The guard patrol started frowning towards them, seemingly suspicious.

Thyls was nervous: "Meteorists may suspect that I have seen the actions of the former Blade Guards in Longxiao City. I have seen how they were in a chaotic situation and locked a Kangmasan in half an hour. Whereabouts, the meteorites and the White Blade Guard know the Longxiao City well, and this is their home."

The riots in the distance were getting bigger and bigger, and many people came from outside the street to join in the fight.

Until a patrol soldier who tried to fight was also punched.

Grivor laughed mockingly.

"Meteor? Hey, that dog-legged head, with his dog-legged boys?"

The veteran in the wheelchair turned his face and looked serious: "You are wrong."

Grivor patted his chest silently.

"The most qualified person to call this city "home"..."

"It was never them."

The next second, Griveaux turned his wheelchair and drove out of this cover decisively amid the growing riots, hurried to the side of countless crowds, and headed towards the cliff of the sky: "We Go."

Tyles exhaled deeply and trot for a while, following the direction of the veteran.

The process of avoiding the sentry post is simpler than expected. The poor people in the shield area are fighting with great force. The poor dozen people on the patrol team are surrounded by water. They are not even able to protect themselves, let alone find that they sneak into the sky. They are on the cliff.

In the words of Greve, it is "Dragon City is really not as good as one generation."

In the chaos, before the squadron sent by the patrol to suppress them, they slipped into the rocky, rugged cliff. God knows how the veteran was in a wheelchair and could shake so fast!

After turning around and around, before Thales was about to dizzy, he followed Grivo's rear wheel and finally saw Kirz in front of a dark hole.

"Ready?"

Kurz looked tense, but she didn't procrastinate in her movements. She took out a low-quality indelible lamp from her back pocket behind her and threw it to Thales.

Tales, panting, hugged the unextinguishable lamp, watching Kirz pull out the rope and tools, and said solemnly: "At any time."

The sound of fighting behind him began to ease.

Koz smiled slightly, seemingly disdainful: "Remember, only touch the place I have stepped on."

Tyles took a big breath and nodded in a mixed mood.

"Pray that I don't die inside." Kirz smiled and patted the veteran on the back.

The seamstress bit the inextinguishable lamp into her mouth, straightened her body, and slid into the dark hole with her feet down.

The figure is missing.

This is... Black Path?

Thyls was not surprised that there was a cave in that little cave, so Grivo sighed and patted him on the shoulder.

"My people will prepare horses over there and go wherever you want to go," the veteran looked hesitant, but finally didn't say anything, "but, follow Kirz inside."

Tyles took a deep breath and learned to look like a seamstress. He didn't step on the tower of his legs into the cave to the end, but he felt the coolness inside and the breeze.

"Aren't you coming?"

The fight behind him continued, but the patrol whistle had already sounded in the distance.

Obviously, time is running out.

Grivor patted half of his thigh, and mocked: "Do I look like I can fly over the wall?"

Thyls's heart is stuck.

"Go ahead," Grivo looked sullen and turned to one side: "I have to go back and clean up the mess, especially the dead face."

Tyles looked at the veteran and clenched his fists.

"Grivor," Thales gritted his teeth and nodded his head:

"Thank you."

The young man said seriously: "Whether you are for the old crow or for my mother."

Grivor was startled.

Thyls looked at him sincerely, nodding slightly.

The next second, the veteran's expression became annoyed, and he slapped Thales on the back, pushing him into the black path amidst the latter's exclamation.

Looking at Thales disappearing into the black path, Greveo took a couple of breaths, calming his irritability.

Damn it.

Grivor cursed silently in his heart.

For his mother?

Who does he think he is.

Grivor turned his wheelchair unswervingly, and took a bit of annoyance as he watched the increasingly clear fight on the street.

"A king."

He looked at the sky just lit up and muttered.

"A king," Griveau's face sank, and his muttering to himself was full of depression:

"How can you be a...king?"

The veteran looked at his half of his thigh, then touched his empty left eye, his expression reluctantly and bleak, and he whispered:

"Fuck."

But after only a few breaths, Grivo let go of his nervous expression.

He stiffened his face and pulled a thread from his pocket in a panic.

Slowly took out a small black leather bag from the interlayer.

Greevo opened the leather bag tremblingly, staring blankly at the contents, and then at the entrance to the black path.

For a long time not to speak.

The veteran stopped his movements, snorted, and shook his head as if he laughed at himself: "Fuck..."

The brawl behind him died down.

But Griveaux didn't realize it.

He squeezed the things in his hands, his face was blue and red, and he put on a ferocious look, shouting:

"Fuck!"

As if this proves something.

A few seconds later, Griveaux leaned in relief on the back of the wheelchair.

He laughed weakly.

The veteran closed his eyes tightly, his tone was slightly sad:

"Fuck."

Finally, the things in Grivo's hand drifted slowly and landed on his wheelchair.

The morning light illuminates it.

It was a neatly bundled female hair.

Supple, smooth and bright.

The color is fiery red.

After feeling the friction between his back and the rock formations and sliding to the end, Thales opened his eyes and it was black.

Until the sound of footsteps.

"Yo, are you afraid of the dark?"

Tyles squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden light, and looked at Kirz, who was holding the unextinguishable lamp in shock, and looked at him playfully.

It's pitch black all around.

And the cold.

Their unextinguishable lights can only illuminate a small area around the body.

"Come up." In the dark, the seamstress who only showed half of her face in the light helped him turn on the unextinguishable lamp, and sighed: "Some roads must be followed even if they are not easy to follow. On."

Thyls got up in embarrassment.

Kurz turned around, using his hands and feet to scratch the dark rock wall, as if he was going uphill.

"We have to climb this broken place again..."

"At least I took three hundred gold coins last time..."

Kerze sarcastically said to himself: "Where is the customer this time? It gave us a chance to go to the gallows, ha!"

"Prince? Huh."

Thyls had to pretend not to hear.

The black path was narrower than Thales had imagined. He just wanted to reach out and grab the unextinguishable light on his side, and his arm hit the rock wall firmly.

Boom.

Thyls hissed and rubbed the painful spot, he didn't dare to be careless, he carefully grabbed the unextinguishable lamp, and worked hard to follow Kirz's footsteps.

Kurz is clearly familiar with the road, and he can barely see Krze's trouser legs and boots through the dim light of the inextinguishable light.

Soon, Thales learned the power of Black Trail.

Obviously, there are no flat roads here, either uphill or downhill, but there are pits and bumps, and several places are even steep slopes that are similar to cliffs. Kirz has to use a hook to climb up, and then hang the rope to pull him up.

"Is this place really people walking," Thales complained bitterly after the eighth fall: "Black Path?"

"It wasn't so difficult to walk before," Kirz said with a chuckle in front of him: "But you know...the disaster is all right, playing with rocks in Longxiao City, it collapsed in half out of thin air."

"Blam them."

In the darkness along the way, there are bumps and bumps everywhere, and Thales often falls or slips because of inexperience. If it weren’t for his rich experience in beating as a child, Thales felt that he might have had a blue nose and a swollen face. .

"Be careful, don't fall again."

Koz's voice came from ahead.

Tyles blushed, and groped the surrounding rock formations more cautiously: "Thank you."

Koz snorted.

"I'm not talking about you, but the unextinguishable lamp who cares if you fall."

Tyles raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes in the darkness that no one saw.

"The ventilation here is very poor, and it will be suffocated with torches."

Koz, who led the way in front, gave two hehes:

"It's too dark here. If the lamp is broken, you can't get out without lighting."

Speaking of this...

Thyls's heart moved: I have a way.

He smiled in his heart.

The crime of the prison river responded to his call and flooded his eyes.

In the turbulent blood vessels around the eye socket, Thales saw with satisfaction that the dark scene in front of him slowly became brighter.

Including the voice in the cave, although there is only a slight cold flow.

Thyls only felt that his eyes were much clearer, and many obstacles that could not be illuminated in the dark could be avoided in advance.

So he quickly caught up with Kirz, which made the seamstress look at him high.

"You are quite quick to get started!"

Thyls couldn't help feeling a little proud, he began to pay attention to his surroundings.

"Oh, is there any more words here?"

Tyles climbed up to a relatively flat rock platform, and saw strange writing on the rock wall through the crime of Hell River.

"Huh?"

Kurz, who was groping for the road ahead, asked inexplicably: "Why didn't I find it?"

Talston paused, and the crime of the prison river continued to surge.

He narrowed his eyes and touched the words carved on the rock wall.

"August, Twenty...Livestock, food..." He read the text in a low voice.

Tyles' expression became serious.

"Ancient Empire."

Kurz climbed up a protruding rock, wondering: "What?"

"The words, the words on these rocks, are ancient imperial writings. This way of writing...not the final empire, but the ancient empire from a long time ago," Thales blinked, thinking of Kilber suspiciously. The ancient empire alphabet that Te taught himself a long time ago: "This tunnel has a history of at least a thousand years, and even longer at least when the Northland was still under the rule of the ancient empire."

"No," Thales saw a new sentence and immediately overturned his thoughts. He was hooked on his curiosity and said with great interest: "It should not be that old. I noticed that these words are still mixed. Some common language words and usage seem to be recording supplies and inventory."

Kez laughed dryly.

The seamstress seems to be doing something laborious, perhaps rock climbing, perfunctorily: "Yes, it's...really...really amazing."

"Now, move your **** and continue walking."

Kurz finally climbed onto a huge rock above. She took a breath, poked her head out to reach out to Thales below, and said angrily: "Then give me your hand, and I will pull you up."

Tyles raised his eyebrows, glanced at the figure above, and moved on.

But he froze immediately.

Wait.

Thyls raised his head again and looked at Kirz above his head in disbelief.

The unextinguishable light only illuminates a small rock wall around her, and the rest is pitch black.

But.

Seeing the sight in front of him, Thales was surprised!

He blinked in astonishment: I saw that in the dark vision of the crime of the prison river, which was almost like daylight, on the rock formation above Kez...

Suddenly there was another person.

That is a man.

He wore an ancient armor and braided intricate braids. He had a thin face and an open mouth. His eyes were protruding but there were no pupils, only full white eyes.

Like a dead body.

Tyles noticed in the faint chill: In the dim black path, there was only black and golden lights, but the man was "brightly colorful", dark blue shoulder armor, bright silver lock armor, dark The red belt has a distinct color even the weapon.

What's even more bizarre is that the man "lays down" on top of Kirz's head against gravity, as if face down in the rock.

At that moment, Thales only felt stiff. He suddenly remembered the story of the upper bunk "back-to-back" in another illusory world, in the campus dormitory.

Why now...

Clearly know...I am most afraid of this kind of stuff...

"Hey!"

Kurz shook his arm impatiently~IndoMTL.com~ said: "Are you stupid?"

Next second.

The man moved.

I saw "he" little by little, lowering his neck stiffly.

It's like the neck is rusted.

Tyles' scalp began to numb, and his spine began to chill.

The next moment, it seemed that the neck was down to the extreme, and "he" began to turn the pair of eyes without eyes, but with pale eyes, staring lifelessly at Kirz below.

"He" slowly pulled the thin muscles on his cheeks, pulled out a cold smile, showing abnormally sharp rust-colored teeth, and uttered a phrase with a hoarse voice like tearing vocal cords.

Thyls froze when he heard the phrase stretched a lot.

That is the ancient imperial language.

But Kerz is still full of impatient expression, unaware of what is only a few inches away from the top of his head: "Do you want to come up again?"

It seems that I didn't even hear that word.

Tyles took a deep breath, lowered his head, and restrained his tremor.

Now.

How on earth is he going to tell Kirz: Above your head...

Yes...

There is a...

Tyles took a few deep breaths, desperately driving away fear.

He made up his mind.

What's this?

No...

It's not...

It's not just one...

Isn't it just a ghost!

With full of indignation, Thales gritted his teeth, opened his eyes, and suddenly raised his head!

But he was stunned again.

Only a black rock formation was seen above Kirz's head.

Empty.

What a man lying upside down, what a colorful ghost.

As if never appeared.

"Hello?"

Kurz looked at the dazed Thales with an unhappy expression, the light shining on her profile and the rock wall:

"What the **** are you stupefying?"