Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 74: The reason for the battle (part one)

Heroes Palace, another corridor.

Miranda's sword drew a broken line in the air.

"Qiang!"

She gritted her teeth tightly amid the sharp metal crash, and passed by Kroaishi.

Next second.

"Shit!"

A blood burst out of Miranda's lower abdomen, and Croaich's left leg armor was severely deformed.

The two people with their backs to each other pulled apart, shaking their figures, and both fell to the ground.

"Haha, worthy of being the chief," Kroaixi sat on the ground with a tired face, enduring the pain with a sword to pry open the deformed leg armor, pressing the bone: "If the injury is not healed, it can still Do this."

Miranda leaned against the wall in a cold sweat, tightly covering the wound in her abdomen, constantly urging the movement of the Pegasus, slowing down the flow of blood and the tightening of muscles, but ignored her words.

They know: After a short but intense fight, they have reached their limits, and what is left is a competition of perseverance and spirit.

"Tell me," Miranda said with difficulty: "Betraying friends, killing the king, using the End Tower to satisfy her ambitions..."

"How do you feel, Ashe?"

Kroaixi paused slightly and turned his eyes to the sword in his hand.

That's the sword obtained in the Tower of End: Leader.

The sword's hilt is engraved with a unique logo of "Heavenly Horse": Silver Winged Heavenly Horse-representing the unshakable faith.

"It feels great, Mira."

Kroaixi retracted his gaze and sneered: "The pleasure of breaking the rules."

Unexpectedly, Miranda was not angry or doubtful.

Miss Allende just looked at her quietly, with subtle eyes.

"Aish," the female swordsman said softly, her tone full of sorrow: "You must have had a terrible life in the past few years after you came out of the tower, right."

Crow Ash shivered slightly.

Her arms stiffened.

"I heard Kaslan say that you were rejected by the Blade Guard."

"Otherwise you will not..."

Miranda sighed: "But I beg you, don't lose yourself--think about your'heart of the sword'."

Quiet in the corridor.

Crow Ash's breathing became faster and faster.

The Heart of the Sword.

My... Sword Heart?

"Mira," Croashy gritted his teeth: "You are a noble heir to the north. You have just graduated and served under the hands of the fortress flower..."

"Successful as you are, of course I don't understand what kind of struggle a woman of ordinary origin will experience in this world."

Miranda was startled slightly.

Just when she was about to ask "what struggling", the other party suddenly struggled from the ground and limped at her!

Miranda was surprised, ignoring the pain in her abdomen, and jumped up!

"Qiang!"

The long sword "Eagle Xiang" and the "Leader" of Kroesi collided in the air, stalemate with each other.

"The Blade Guard?" Kroaixi trembling his arm, suppressed his opponent from a high position.

Miranda can only respond with all her energy.

Both of them listened to the strength of the sword in a trembling pair of swords. The intersection of the two swords constantly shifted between you and me, each trying to find the most suitable power point and attacking rhythm.

"Finally, from the noblest Longxiao City to the most remote country estate, no lord is willing to hire me, even if I can beat all their guards and patrolmen to the ground," Kroaixi hated Said: "For more than a year, I carried the expectations and skills of the tower, but wandered around like a beggar that everyone disliked."

"So, when Rumba stretched out his hand to you," Miranda spotted the injury on the enemy's other leg and turned calmly, looking for opportunities. "You are determined to repay you with death, even if you violate the creed?"

Crow Ash's sword shook slightly.

Miranda's eyelids moved and she seized the opportunity instantly.

"Keng!"

With a twist of her long sword, she quickly got rid of the disadvantaged position she was suppressed, and then made a sharp turn, taking advantage of her feet to attack a sword!

However, contrary to Miranda's expectation, Croaich, who was injured in his left leg, did not retreat as she expected, and then fell into her rhythm.

I saw the round-faced female swordsman yelled, ignoring the injury of her legs, kicking on the ground!

What?

Miranda's pupils shrank.

The long sword brushed Kroaishi's short hair and took away a few strands of hair, while Kroaishi's blade took Miranda's injured abdomen directly.

"Boom!"

At the moment, Miranda finally dodges the opponent's blade, but was hit in the ribs by the hilt of the enemy's homeopathic approach.

In the severe pain, Miranda looked bitter and couldn't help backing up until she fell to the ground.

Oops.

Ribs...

The wound from the previous battle with the Sword of Disaster is also aching at this moment.

In front of Miranda, the overstretched Croaich also fell softly. She supported the ground with a long sword and pressed her aggravated left leg.

"You don't understand..." Kroaixi said painfully: "Finally, in Manton, a viscount finally agreed to hire me-as long as I am willing to marry him."

"I know, there have been similar things before-he probably wants a woman who can open her thighs obediently at night after swinging a big sword chicly," Kroaishi smiled sarcastically : "I think what he wants is the sense of accomplishment of being satisfied with dignity, making him feel like a man."

"I refused."

Miranda felt the injury to his ribs, and listened palely to the words of the same period in the past.

"'No matter how good you are, you are still a woman', he said so," Kroaishi gritted his teeth hard, his eyes flushed: "Just..."

"The drug he gave me..."

"Before the attack."

Miranda was shocked!

She looked at her friend in disbelief, watching Kroaishi's face show a sad look.

The latter laughed ironically.

Miranda felt sour, she said softly: "Aish..."

"I don't care about those things he did!" Croaich's unusual smile made Miranda feel uneasy:

"In fact, he did nothing, did he?"

"But that night, I will always remember the look in his eyes, the words he said—that kind of humiliation, that kind of contempt," Kroesch said quickly: "and the same thing in my heart at the time. This kind of panic... as if I will soon lose all the value of being a woman."

"Since that day, I have understood one thing."

The captain of the female guard of the Grand Duke of Heisha gave a cold look.

"The reason why I was hitting a wall everywhere and no one accepted it was not because of my lack of ability, not because of my poor physique, not because of my lack of experience," Croix straightened up tremblingly, putting his weight on the sword , Coldly and authentically:

"And just because, I am a woman."

Miranda looked at her old friend sadly and heartily, only feeling a moment of anger in her chest.

Crow Ash...

You...

"In the Northland, they don't believe that a woman can be a warrior, can wield a sword to fight, and survive independently," Kroaixi stared at him, staggering towards Miranda, "They don't allow it. !"

"This world cannot tolerate women being'stronger' than men, because that is their exclusive privilege," Croix took a deep breath. "It cannot tolerate women living on their own without relying on men, because that is also Their privilege!"

"Once you think about this, many things will be solved."

"Remember, all the stories we have read in the tower-knight novels, historical dramas, romantic poems, no matter what kind of woman, no matter how strong and independent, no matter how loyal and unyielding, if she is to be read If you like it, you must meet a condition," Kroaixi panted, with a fierce look in his eyes: "She must be able to be **** by a man—by the protagonist!"

"When a distinguished woman is a distinguished woman, readers will see a more sense of accomplishment!"

"When a dignified and noble woman, readers look more conquered!"

"When a woman is full of styles, readers will see it better!"

"When Chu Chu was a poor woman, readers looked more dignified!"

"When a pure and lovely woman, readers feel more secure!"

"When a cunning and insidious woman, readers look more relieved!"

"As long as it is a woman, whether it is a protagonist or a supporting role, they must be appendages of men's lives, and exist for men," Kroesi held on to the wall and gritted his teeth:

"From fiction to reality, from birth to death, from law to life, this is the story that this **** world keeps telling us-even more the truth!"

"What the **** are you talking about?" Miranda shook her head in disbelief, panic in her heart: "Aish!"

"Even if it's you, Mira, in the stars where women have inheritance rights, without a strong husband, your vassals will not obey you sincerely," Kroaishi's eyes filled An unrelenting and painful light:

"Even independent women like Heart in the Rain and Flower of the Fortress must achieve far beyond ordinary results in order to get the same pay and status as men."

At that moment, Miranda suddenly remembered her past, the eyes of the subordinates in the fortress looking at her, the expression of her father when she was seven, and...Raphael.

"So, I still understand a little bit."

"It's not the Blade Guards, it's not the lords who refuse to reject me. It's not the lords who refuse the independence of women." Kroaishi walked to Miranda, her eyes distressed and her voice hollow:

"It's this **** world."

Kroeich's voice fell.

Miranda stared at her blankly, shocked by what Croix said—whether it was her past misfortunes or shocking views.

Kroaishi calmed his breathing, then steadily raised the sword in his hand, showing a chill.

She said bitterly: "Fuck them all."

The sword light flashes!

Miranda endured the sharp pain in her ribs and rolled around embarrassedly, avoiding Kroaishi's life-threatening sword.

If it wasn't for the other person's leg inconvenience, I'm afraid she's already in a different place.

Miranda reacted extremely quickly, turning around and sending out the sword in her hand, taking the opponent's abdomen directly!

Just as the inconvenient Kroash returned to the sword to resist, Miranda's sword magically turned and then pierced straight out.

In the center of Croix's left ankle!

It's like Kroash let go of the sword.

"Clang!"

The blade slammed into the armor boots.

Kroash fell to the ground in pain, grasping the ankle in the boot.

Belonging to the Pegasus series, Miranda’s Pegasus movement tends to mobilize the rhythm of the enemy and ourselves in a back-and-forth linkage, creating inadvertent opportunities to break the enemy, just like a concerto in turns;

Crow Ash’s Pegasus movement is accustomed to actively mastering the overall rhythm of the battle. The offensive is fast and the enemy is distinct, like a scherzo with a strong contrast between strength and weakness.

This was demonstrated vividly in the back-and-forth exchange of hands, Croix's rib pounding and Miranda's attacking ankle.

"Ashe, forget those unbearable pasts," Miranda shook her head and said in an anxious manner: "You have thought too much, you have transferred specific hatred to..."

"Thinking too much?"

Kroeich endured double pain in his ankle and leg, and snorted coldly: "You don't understand, Mira."

"The most terrible thing is not the injustice suffered by women, but for thousands of years, even we women ourselves have taken this kind of thing and this kind of rules for granted, and it's a matter of course."

The two former classmates both fell to the ground, staring at each other, only three steps apart.

That is just the distance to hand out a sword.

The last sword.

"My mother is an ordinary country woman, and my father never loved her." Kroaishi held her leader and looked for an angle. "As long as I can remember, that country woman sits all day long. In the room, wringing the knitting needles in his hands, from day to night, struggling to guard the lights on the table, waiting for her only reliance, to return from the glorious Blade Guard-even though he never returned."

"My mother is still proud of that man. She thinks that the wife and daughter who are the king’s guards are extremely glorious, as if all the values ​​of her and me can only be reflected in that man, even at the funeral of his mother. It appeared before my eyes for the first time."

Crow Ash chuckled softly.

Miranda stared at the enemy's shoulder, and the blade adjusted its position following Kroaishi's weapon.

"After my mother died in depression, I was taken back to Longxiao City and entrusted to a noble-born lady to raise me," Croash said with a darkened expression: "Mrs. Adele, she married this One of the most honorable people in the country-the brave, brave and generous Prince Suril Walton."

"You can't imagine what I saw," Croix couldn't help speeding up his breath: "If others know how to use rhetoric to gloss over the fact that women are property, then Suril Walton Probably an honest person-you should use a whip to treat property."

"When I was a kid, I hid under the bed countless times, covering my mouth, and I was terrified to hear that **** **** enter the door," she said tremblingly, "I heard Mrs. Adele screaming in pain, listening to the **** prince Regarding her as the lowest slave girl, she repeatedly vented her dissatisfaction with his wife-Adele did not leave the first night to her newlyweds, but to a knight in her hometown when she was young-to punish her most disrespect and Insult."

"I always crawled out to comfort Adele, who was covered in bruises, after he left disheartenedly. She always had scars all over her body, holding me tightly with tears, telling me, at the same time Tell her too: Don’t be sad, because this is her sin and a woman’s fate."

Miranda looked at Croash like this in amazement—this is what she has never seen in the Terminator before.

"You know what, Mira." Kroaixi said tiredly.

"In fact, from birth to death, we-women-are not a whole person from beginning to end compared to another kind of person," her voice intermittently:

"When we were young, we were father’s property in exchange for another man’s property; when we grow up, our face and body are the face of our future husband, our first night and virginity are his dignity, and our lower body is him His territory, our womb is his storehouse for continuity of blood, even our thoughts must be theirs."

"When I cut my whole body up and down, from the inside to the outside, I found the only thing that belonged to me," Kroaishi's eyes were full of gloom: "This is the only one. Sword."

"Aish."

Miranda wanted to speak but stopped, with emotions such as regret, incomprehension, and uncomfortable mixture between her eyes.

At that moment, it seemed that they had forgotten their swords.

Finally, Miranda sighed: "What are you going to do?"

Kroaixi looked at her quietly, and forced an ugly smile: "I want to use the only sword left..."

"Take back what women have been deprived of since birth..."

"Let women be independent from now on."

At that moment, Miranda shook slightly and leaned against the wall in a daze.

"I don't understand." She said with a pale face.

But Croash just snorted, not surprisingly.

"Mila, I don't blame you... you are a happy, poor, innocent, and unconscious and sad woman who is content with the status quo."

Miranda pursed her lips, looked at the sword in her hand, and looked at Croash.

"No matter what you plan to do...the world and history have been running like this for thousands of years, even if you have become a god...this kind of nonsense words," she gritted her teeth and shook her head:

"You can't succeed at all!"

Crow Ash suddenly looked up!

"Of course I know I cannot succeed!"

The black sand-collared female guard captain's expression was painful and distorted, making Miranda's heart tremble.

"Whether it is the concept that the world is accustomed to, or the deep-rooted traditions of the North, or our own consciousness..." Kroaishi took a deep breath, his eyes firm: "As long as everything, someone must first come out first. Step."

"Your Excellency, he is the only person in the North who can cast aside the shackles, break the tradition, and break the stereotypes," she replied with a calm look, undoubtedly authentic, "and only when he took the North Land and took Eke Everything that St. Steer believes in is broken, and when the backward past is denied every inch, women can hope to have a new future in the new world built on the ruins, and not to live as a subsidiary of anyone."

Miranda didn't know how to answer, but she frowned and shook her head constantly, feeling sad.

Aish...

Ashe!

"Other people in the world may still not change, and in the end, they won't look directly at those women who yearn for independence and look forward to the future," Croix said coldly: "But I must at least let them know that In that turbulent and earth-shaking era, under the great prince who shook the world, there was such a woman!"

"The world will know: she is a woman, but she can also bleed, perform meritorious service, fight, and survive on her own, without the need to become a man’s wife in a muddle-headed manner, relying on her face and womb to survive, and wearing the world’s gifts The identity mask is alive!"

"It's like Queen Elika, like King Yao," Kroaishi's eyes showed pain and hesitation, but then it turned into indestructible ice: "Only this way, passing me, passing us again and again Hard work, tried and failed again and again..."

"Injustice can be remedied, and difficulties can be broken!"

In the next second, Croix raised his sword suddenly!

Miranda also subconsciously raised the "Eagle Flying" in his hand.

"Clang!"

The two swords rubbed against each other in the air, but neither sword meant to resist.

Instead, both pierce the enemy's body!

"Shit!"

Blood flowed from the chests of Miranda and Croix at the same time.

The two people who know each other very well, have guessed the other's intentions, and their postures are almost the same at the moment.

They stabbed forward with the sword in one hand, and held the blade stabbed by the other hand in the other.

"So..."

"For this inexplicable reason~IndoMTL.com~ you went to Rumba," Miranda held the old friend's blade, and opened her eyes wide in pain and tremor: "Betrayed us all."

Across from her, Croash smiled with a mixture of apology and relief.

A bright red liquid spread from under the two of them.

"No, Mira, it's not inexplicable," Kroesch said softly, his face trembling, tears streaming from his eyes: "It's close at hand, but you have been accustomed to this world...discipline. "

Miranda breathed in a trance, thinking of everything in the tower, the scene before her was blurred.

"Your Excellency, he carries the expectations and beliefs of so many people, including me..."

In her ears, Kroaishi's voice is getting farther and farther, smaller and smaller, and smaller and smaller:

"He will succeed."

"He must succeed."