Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 75: The reason for the battle (part 2)

In the Hall of Heroes, in the corridor near the weapon depot, the Soulbreaker Blade and the Soul Slaughter Gun are separated by a distance of more than ten meters. One is firmly nailed to the wall, and the other lies quietly on the ground.

The Soul Slaughter Spear quivered vaguely but ominously, intermittently.

But neither of the two who should have noticed this had the time and energy to take a look at this weapon.

Their battlefield has already been changed from the corridor to another place.

"Boom!"

In the loud noise, a large wooden door was smashed open firmly!

In the darkness, two figures both rushed into the room.

This is a arsenal of weapons. The wide storage shelf is covered with layers of thick cloth. In the dark, there are all kinds of equipment: from longsword maces to shields and armors. foot.

It is a special reserve set up by the Blade Guard in the Palace of Valor-the Palace of Valor guards trained in accordance with the standard equipment are far from being able to use so many types of complex and unique weapons.

In the darkness, the calm Nicolai rolled, following his memory, reaching out to the nearest treasury shelf!

Listening to the voice behind him, he knew that the other party would not hesitate.

Just like I don't hesitate.

The next second, Nicolai suddenly turned around in the dim vision, the weapon in his hand flying in the air.

"Ding!"

Sure enough, Nicolai only felt a bite in his hand: his weapon encountered a man-made obstacle.

In this sudden weapon collision, both he and the enemy shook slightly. With the strength of the counter shock, Qi Qi backed away in the dark.

Nicolai retreated to the wall and found the position in the memory. The weapon in his hand flipped back cleverly, and sparks were drawn on an iron frame. The eternal oil on the frame quickly turned into flames and ignited Firewood in the brazier.

Across from him, with a soft noise, the enemy also used the flint beside him to burn the brazier in the corner.

The dim weapon arsenal suddenly brightened.

Caslan stared at the one-sided battle axe in Nicolai's hand.

"It seems that you and I think the same thing," Kasland said, waving a broad-edged sword that he had just acquired. "In battle, look for the weapon closest to you."

Nikolainu snorted and did not answer.

Of course.

This is one of the guidelines of the Blade Guard.

Back then, the person who taught me this...

Nicolai didn't speak, he lowered his eyes, holding the handles in both hands, and the axe blade back and forth in front of him, skillfully splitting an "X"-shaped trajectory.

Caslan smiled.

According to the usual practice, when a Grand Duke of Exeter was newly promoted to be the King of the Coju, he has the right to take over the iconic "Handed down from the Hand" and form a special guard that the Northlanders are proud of—— With a long history and high status, the White Blade Guards demonstrates the honor and importance of being a king.

The White Blade Guards are all elites selected from experienced fighters-such as the standing army trained three times a year-and then retrained to form. In the process, they will be reborn and become both able to recognize the battlefield and command the battle. , Can also personally fight the elite: they are not only the king's guard, but also his blade.

Each session of the Blade Guard is full of the personal characteristics of the commander. For example, the "earth-shaking" Kaslan Rumba, based on his own example, requires the Blade Guard to master almost every battlefield weapon. usage.

That’s why we have this arsenal, which stores almost every weapon of every age.

"Your vision of evaluating the battle has regressed," Kaslan's gaze lifted from the opponent's weapon: "You know, the attack is monotonous, the chopping is slow, and I am not wearing heavy armor-the battle axe is really Not a good choice."

The answer was Nicolai's merciless axe.

Nonsense.

I can’t see anything clearly, of course it’s what I caught.

"Peng!"

Kaslan smashed the opponent's slash, and the wide-bladed sword smashed back with a backhand, but Nicolai's direction changed once again to block it.

Nicolai took two steps back, annoyed in his heart.

No way.

The broad-bladed sword has two sides, and the offensive is flexible. As long as he hits back with a backhand, I have to spend some finishing power to defend.

Thinking of this, Nicolai flicked both hands without hesitation, and the battle axe let go and flew towards the enemy.

Caslan picked up the opponent's throwing axe, but when he raised his head again, a light and even one-handed piercing sword had come to Nicolai's hand from a weapon rack not far away.

"Good choice."

Kaslan only had time to pop out these two words, and Nicolai used his finishing power to make a stab, a stab and a cut, and there was almost no gap in the middle of the transition!

In a few rounds, around the gap of the wide-blade sword's two-way slashing, the slashing sword dexterously attacked back and forth, combining the slashing and stabs, and attacking Caslan was quite embarrassed.

For the last blow, Caslan struggled to bounce off Nicolae’s slash, but was forced to retreat by the opponent’s another move. He was forced to roll on the ground and at the same time hooked down a row of weapon racks to block Nicolae. Lai's advance.

Nicolai had to stop and adjust his breathing amidst the clank of countless weapons landing.

"You are already wounded, not light," Nicolai kicked off a row of shelves blocking the road and shook the lancet in his hand: "Can't take even more flexible moves?"

"Good job," Kaslan spit out the dust in his mouth, throwing away the broad-bladed sword in his hand, "It's just..."

"You seem to have injuries on your leg," his right hand grabbed the handle of a new weapon from the ground and said lightly:

"I guess, maybe it's not easy to dodge?"

Looking at the new weapon in Kaslan's hand, Nikolai suddenly changed color!

With the sound of the weapon rack, the three iron chains attached to the handle of Caslan were slowly pulled straight, bringing out three metal **** with spikes at the end.

Nikolai did not hesitate, and instantly threw off the sword in his hand, turned and fled!

Sure enough, the next moment, three terrifying yokes crossed three arcs in the air, and slammed into Nicolai's original position.

"Boom!" The stone chips splashed.

Nicolai knew that Caslan had found his weakness at the moment.

The long shackles.

This kind of weapon with a striking hammer head attached to its long handle is a veritable battlefield weapon. It is not only powerful, but it will break bones and tendons when it is wiped--but also because the comrades who died under it when they were swung up There are just as many enemies.

In normal times, dodge it is just easy, but now...

Nicolai gritted his teeth and endured the pain caused by the arrow wound on his leg. He kept walking under his feet, but heard the sound of the wind behind his ears.

The meteorite didn't even think about it, just rolled on the spot!

Stone chips stirred up by a chain flail bounced behind Nicolai's head.

Nicolai jerked up and continued to flee.

"Bang!" Kaslan flicked another proficient flail, brushing the chained yoke across the weapon rack next to Nicolai, sweeping it into three pieces.

Broken weapons were scattered in the air.

Nicolai flashed a falling dagger.

But he knew he could not stop until...

Nicolai, who was evading the attack of Caslan, turned a stone pillar and finally found what he wanted.

The next moment, Caslan throws out the shackles again!

But then his pupils shrank-Nicolai pounced on the ground, and when he got up, he already had an extra long weapon in his hand.

The meteorite turned around and greeted Kaslan!

"Clang!"

The iron chain in the air was wrapped around an iron rod that appeared suddenly!

Nicolai jerked back the long handle in his hand.

In the sound of the metal, the iron chain looped around the iron rod twice, and then stopped moving-the chain flail was tightly locked to the axe design on the top of the iron rod.

Caslan's heart tightened.

Nicolai's hand is a complicated axe.

The protruding axe tip, the shape of the axe blade, and the special hooks are all cast to deal with the cavalry. As long as the strength is sufficient and the movements are proficient, the infantry can easily use this long weapon. The cavalry hooked off the horse.

And now, it locks its yoke perfectly.

Nicolai gasped lightly, feeling physical fatigue--even if he was as strong as him, after several hours of intense fighting, he was tired enough.

Fortunately, the other party is the same.

He didn't pause, and stretched his right hand back, with the axe and halberd in his hand, stabbing it proficiently towards Kaslan!

Caslan awkwardly let go of the locked shackles--this time it was his turn to stagger to avoid Nicolai's erratic, changing axe.

"Xiao!"

The axe brought down a row of bow stands beside Kaslan, and the unwinded longbow fell to the ground.

Kaslan didn't stop, his face was serious, and he continued to roll around, avoiding Nicolai's long weapon sweeping.

Nicolai squeezed the weapon in his hand, and without hesitation he smashed it out with a backhand.

"Boom!"

With a sliding shovel, Kaslan kicked down a weapon rack while avoiding the attack, and the weapons on it fell down.

The old man slipped his hand, hugged three or four weapons under his left armpit, and then ran seven or eight steps before turning to face him again.

Seeing the weapon in Kaslan's hand, Nicolai's heart flashed with warning signs!

I saw the old man stretch out his right hand and drew an outdated weapon from his left arm that had long since disappeared from the battlefield.

Javelin.

Caslan raised his javelin seriously and opened his right arm.

"Whoo!"

The javelin is let go.

At that moment, Nicolai couldn't pay attention to the axe and halberd in his hand. His short body was just a shrinking head!

"Keng!"

The galloping javelin, with the sound of howling wind, brushed Nicolai's forehead just now, and plunged fiercely into the stone brick behind him.

Nicolai can't control the top of his forehead is still cold, he decisively dropped his axe.

But in the next second, there are two more "swishes"!

Nicolai tried his best to avoid the target and the two javelins on the head, but the arrow wound on his leg started to hurt again.

The meteorite drew back to a stone pillar, and just after hiding, a javelin flew far away and plunged into his position just now.

Nicolai panted against the stone pillar, anxiously looking for a new weapon, cursing in his heart.

As the hand-to-hand guard brought out by Caslan, no one knows the horror of Caslan better than him.

Caslan's strength and reaction are terrible, which brings him the title of "earthshaking".

But the old commander’s stunts are still proficient in the use and characteristics of almost every weapon, and the weapons he grabs on the battlefield can be turned into unparalleled killing tools.

For example, now... the broad-bladed sword, the yoke, and the javelin. Every time he changes weapons, his pressure increases sharply, but the meteorite can only deal with it passively.

There was a noise from behind the stone pillar—Kaslan picked up a bundle of javelins again and tore the cord.

"You have abandoned a lot of skills, stabbing your head," Kaslan's voice came through the stone pillar: "You can tell from the weapons you selected-have you forgotten everything I taught?"

"As a blade guard, understand the characteristics of each weapon..."

Nicolai, who was leaning on the stone pillar, gritted his teeth.

Anger and pain rose from his chest.

"Why?" He said hard, interrupting him.

"What and why?" Kaslan said.

Nicolai panted, clenching his fists.

"You **** bastard, from just now to now..." The meteorite gritted his teeth: "What the **** are you doing with so many things from the past?"

He roared: "Do you think we are still practicing on the training ground as we did in the past?"

"Betrayer!"

The old man behind the stone pillar fell silent.

"It's you," Nicolae said painfully: "It is you who have transformed us from the levies who only knew to fight for food and clothing, for money, for face, for honor, and for promotion, into the Blade Guard..."

Nicolai closed his eyes tightly, only to feel the blood rushing from every blood vessel: "Back then, you whip the whip while you told me..."

In the next second, he grabbed the javelin at his feet and leaped out from behind the stone pillar——

"Are they all fake!"

Two javelins, thrown at each other from the hands of two people!

"Whoo!"

"Whoo!"

Kaslan's javelin grazed Nicolai's calf, tore the leather armor on his leg, bringing out blood.

Nicolai was another roll, hiding behind another stone pillar.

He touched his calf, wet.

But he has no time to take care of it.

Silence.

"Looking at the way you were just now, I thought you just wanted to kill me." On the other end of the stone pillar, Kaslan looked at the javelin that was still shaking and wiped his forearm. Wound: "You will never ask again."

"A commander will always think one step more than his subordinates on the battlefield, and take one step less," Nicolai couldn't stand it anymore: "Isn't this what you told me?"

"You tell me how to be a qualified commander..."

"Go to be a strong shield, an iron wall, and a battle flag where colleagues on the battlefield can rely on shelter..."

"But what about you?" The meteorite was emotional, and his face twisted and screamed: "Where is your oath?"

"Fight against a powerful enemy, a hundred wars, until the blood is exhausted," Nicolai tremblingly said: "Inherit hope, bloom glory, until all things sleep forever..."

"Where is your blood?"

"Where is your glory?"

"Boss!"

Nicolai's roar shocked Kaslan!

There was a long silence in the arsenal.

Leave only two gasps, one intense and the other unstable.

Finally, the old man said slowly.

"Stabbing head, being a commander is very tired."

Nicolai has a meal.

Kaslan lowered his eyelids and spoke softly:

"For nearly twenty years, Majesty Nunn, how much darkness and secrets have you been burdened with?"

"In that, how many things will make you feel guilty, sleepless at night, heavy shoulders, but can't speak?"

The meteorite clenched his teeth and did not answer.

But there was an unspeakable grief in his heart.

Kaslan said quietly: "And you can only continue to train your subordinates with an awe-inspiring expression in the next day's training, to be a loyal, glorious, upright, and heroic White Blade Guard."

"I know, I know from my heart," Kaslan said bitterly:

"Yes, as one of your Majesty’s most trusted people, the most effective guard captain around him, the commander of the White Blade Guard, the world will always remember your heroic posture on the battlefield and the mighty power next to the king... "

"But behind the glamorous appearance..."

"There are always things that cannot be avoided."

Nicolai only frowned, his hands shaking slightly.

"Nun and I were partners who grew up together~IndoMTL.com~like brothers-far better than my relationship with Holt," Kaslan sighed slightly, pulling out his hands one by one. Arrange the javelins in front of you for easy access: "Thirty years ago, when I was sitting in the end tower, facing the letter from the teacher to my inheritor, and the letter from the newly promoted King Nunn When I invited the Blade Guard, I did not hesitate to choose the latter."

"I still remember the day when I arrived in Longxiao City," the old man said silently: "Nun, who has just become the king of the co-jugation, took me to stand on the cliff of the sky with snowflakes all over his body. The entire Longxiao City."

"'Caslan,' Your Majesty said so," Caslan said bitterly: "'If I want to change Exeter, change this country...'"

Nicolai was shocked!

"'I want to change this great as it used to be, but it is also as old as it used to be, to change this country that has made no progress for more than 600 years...'"

"Will you help me?"

"I didn't hesitate," Kaslan sighed long: "But I never realized what kind of road this is."