Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 82: The toughest battle

Exter, Qiyuan City, wasteland.

Under the sun, Thales and Monty looked at the unexpected guest with extreme alertness and uncertainty.

Why is it him?

The meteorite saddles and dismounts without expression.

He walked slowly into a spitting rock, tying the reins naturally, like a okay person.

It gives people endless pressure.

"I heard what you said, big mouth."

"Why, too confident about your level?"

Nicolai slowly tied the reins, turned to face Monty, who was facing the enemy, and glanced back and forth on the short knife in his hand.

"Do you think that when Isaiah left the Blade Guard," the meteorite tied the reins, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. Obviously he worked for many days, but the meaning in his eyes made people shudder, "Longxiaocheng No one can keep up with you anymore?"

He shook his shoulder lightly, and shook the handle of the Sunburst Sabre to the easiest position.

Monty's pupils shrank!

"Ah, I have to say," the experienced scout whispered softly, the short knife in his hand slowly turning: "I have thought about it more or less."

Monty stared at the old comrade steadily, motionless, almost freezing on her face.

The light flashed in his eyes again that made Thales extremely disturbed.

"You are an excellent scout, Monty," Nicolai said in a cold voice: "From the fake illusion, to the chosen route, the concealment method, almost no one can match."

"But it's just ‘almost’."

Nicolae stepped forward slowly, slowly narrowing the distance with Monty, and said gloomyly: "It's like now, starting from Longxiao City, we have chased so many miles...From the Rocky Tomb to Mu Xuehe, went to Spear City, and even chased here, Qiyuan City’s barren rocky land, almost chasing into the desert..."

Thyls backed away subconsciously.

But Monty stood there, motionless, only the short knife in his hand was constantly adjusting its angle.

But Nicolai didn't care, he was still approaching.

Tyles' breathing is getting smaller and smaller.

Finally, Nicolai stopped a few meters away.

"But we still catch up with you."

He raised his brows lightly, indifferently:

"Ned Monty."

The eyes of the meteorite and the dead crow met in mid-air.

One is indifferent and the other is solemn.

As if to put an invisible shackle on the air.

Thyls didn't dare to take a mouthful, so he could only hold his breath and looked at the two people in front of him, thinking about countermeasures.

This situation...

The two men stood still, facing each other like a heavy iceberg.

The pale face of the meteorite vividly brought out the blood in his eyes.

The eyes of the Dead Crow were motionless, as if they were dignified and nonsensical.

The sunlight shone on Nicolai's hilt and Monti's blade, reflecting a strange light.

After a while, one party finally moved.

"Hehehe..."

Monty breathed hard, and the solemnity on his face disappeared.

Instead, there was a helpless smile.

"I have to admit, stabbing, you have improved, so is the White Blade Guard," the old scout shook his head, as if an old friend would meet again, and pulled the short knife from his waist into the sheath with a smile:

"How to do it?"

Nicolai looked at the old friend's initiative to take the knife, and finally his eyes were no longer so scary.

At that moment, Thales breathed a sigh of relief, who thought he would go to war in the next moment.

"Since six years ago, the Grand Duke’s guards have reduced the training content of assault and military command, and even fighting alone."

The meteorite who obviously didn't do anything, but made his scalp numb, said coldly: "The extra energy and money are all invested in another skill."

Just listen to him lightly say: "Sentinel reconnaissance, sneak tracking."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Monty frowned: "Six years ago..."

"So exaggerated?"

Nicolai stared at him for a long time, then slowly nodded:

"It's so exaggerated."

Tyles' eyes condensed in midair.

The death of the king had a far greater impact on the former blade guard than imagined.

Monty sighed.

"Um, this is a good thing, really."

"Guard reform," Monty smiled and raised his hand, shaking in the air: "You know, the old guard...Caslan's shadow is too heavy, even if you have been the captain for twenty years , Everyone still only remembers him..."

But Nicolai didn't seem to have any intention of reminiscing with him, the meteorite glanced at Thales lightly.

Tyles gave an ugly smile.

"Ten seconds for you, Monty."

"Disappear immediately," Nicolai's tone was flat, as if he was just saying an ordinary greeting: "I just assumed that I didn't see you today."

Monty's expression froze slightly.

He lowered his head, with one hand on his hips, and the other scratched his neck, looking very embarrassed.

"Thorn, you have to let me explain about this prince..."

Nicolai's eye knives swiftly turned, and landed on the dead man.

"There is nothing to explain."

"This is just a matter between me and him," Nicolai grumbled at Telsnu, his eyes became cold again: "I don't care where you are or whose hands you are. Cut it off, no matter where you are going to send him."

Tyles couldn't help but feel nervous again.

"You can go now, old friend." Nicolai said ruthlessly.

Monty's smiling face immediately stiffened.

He looked away and let out a breath.

Tyles could tell: The Dead Crow suppressed his anger and clenched his fist severely.

But the next moment the prince was about to get angry, Monty let out a long breath and smiled again.

"Listen, **** your head."

"Longxiao City and Qiyuan City are allies in the event of the Western Expedition," Monty barked his teeth and pointed at Thales in embarrassment:

"Sooner or later, he will go to pray for Yuancheng. You don't want to watch him fall into the black sand collar and fall into the hands of the king, right? It depends on the old friendship, but also on the top of each other. We should stand together on this matter..."

But Nicolai interrupted him.

"Big Mouth," the meteorite whispered: "Now is not the past."

Monty spoke.

"We have long passed the age of being jealous and hiring prostitutes together."

Nicolai shook his head, his eyes lightly: "It's useless."

"I said, I only give you ten seconds and disappear immediately."

Monty's smile disappeared.

The air suddenly quieted down.

There was a shadow across Thales' heart.

Nicolai's pale face was expressionless, he just looked at his old friend in silence.

For several seconds, the muscles on Monty's face quivered slightly, indicating his thoughts.

"That's right, sting," the old scout chewed the words, nodded slowly, and repeated without emotion:

"Now is not the past."

Nikolai was silent.

Suddenly, the Dead Crow burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha..."

But not a happy smile.

It's a sneer.

The laughter of the Dead Raven was chilling, and he nodded slowly: "Very well, Lord Nicolai."

The ominous premonition attacked Thales again.

"Don't forget," The Dead Crow grinned lightly, a faint threat bite between his teeth:

"This is a wasteland. It is already the territory of Qiyuan City."

Monty stepped forward with a sneer.

He looked directly at his old friend's eyes: "My Qiyuan City."

Thyls turned back subconsciously, looking for the horse.

Unexpectedly, Nicolai also smiled.

As smile lines appeared on his pale face, the meteorite lifted up gently.

Welcome to the other party.

"Your Qiyuan City?"

He walked slowly to Monty's eyes, and the two were close enough to touch their foreheads, almost kissing each other.

I saw the meteorite sneer at the Dead Crow, with sharp eyes and a bad tone:

"So what?"

Monty's sneer gradually diminished.

"When was the last time we met, Sting Head? Eighteen years ago?" The Dead Crow asked softly.

With the meaning that only each other knows, the two old friends looked at each other for a moment.

"Eighteen years." Nicolai nodded.

"But today? I have no plans to fight it alone."

"You heard the signal arrow, old friend," Nicolai said coldly, "The Duke's guards will be here soon."

Monty's pupils constricted.

"There are a lot of your old acquaintances in it," the meteorite chuckled and repeated:

"Next."

"Do you know what this means?"

Monty's expression slowly turned cold.

The two were silent for five seconds.

One second later, Monty closed his eyes abruptly, exhaled heavily, gritted his teeth:

"Damn it."

Nicolai snorted slightly, showing the winner's unique smile.

"Yes, hell."

He looked at Monty, who was emotionally distressed in front of him, and said softly:

"I only count to ten."

Monty seemed to be irritated.

He opened his eyes suddenly, his tone excited: "You"

But Nicolai was not moved, he just looked at Monty coldly, and uttered the next word:

"Ten."

Monty jerked out his hand and grabbed the meteorite by the collar!

Nicolai just smiled.

Monti seemed to be trembling with anger, and saw him step forward, almost shouting against Nicolai’s forehead: "You! Stabbing!"

"Fuck!"

But Nicolai still just smiled, his pale face was as bloodless as before.

Thyls sighed secretly: It seems that Monty's old friendship is beyond hope.

Monti grabbed Nicolai angrily and ferociously, and snarled in a gloomy manner: "I remember you, stabbing, I remember you!"

The Dead Crow panted fiercely: "One day, I will find today's place."

Boom!

Nicolae also stretched out his hand abruptly!

His arms crossed Monty's arms, also pulling on each other's collar.

"Then you have to leave first," Nicolai said coldly:

"Then there was a saying of'find the place'."

The sights of the Dead Crow and the Meteorite crossed again, each of which was burning with unknown flames.

Next second.

As if there was a tacit understanding, the two snorted at the same time, releasing each other.

Monty turned around without hesitation and walked to his horse.

Nicolai looked at him coldly.

Thyls who was watching was surprised:

"Are you leaving now?"

Monty untied the reins, stepped on the stirrups, and turned his head angrily:

"Otherwise?"

"Are you waiting here to be rounded up?"

Tyles looked at Monty, who was angry, and Nicolai, who was cold all over, rubbing his forehead in pain.

God.

"Aren't you very good at nonsense, kid," Monty turned his horse around and stared at the silent Nicolet with gritted teeth: "Help, be a competent gray magpie. Don't shut up. So annoying him."

Thyls smiled awkwardly.

The next moment, Monty shook the reins angrily, raised his horse's hoof under the hip mount, and went away swiftly and without reluctance to the west.

His back is hidden in the rock, leaving their sight.

Until the sound of horseshoes disappeared.

His Royal Highness, who held his breath in the tense atmosphere just now, turned his head in annoyance at this moment.

Look at the only person left.

"I'm so impressed, Lord Nicolet," Thales sighed, "I caught up with me so soon."

Nicollet raised his arms and gave a chilling sneer.

It's like the first time they met.

The meteorite glanced down at the dagger in his hand and said nothing.

The young man shook his jc and smiled helplessly.

"So, waiting for your companions to come and meet, can you tell me before you catch me back by the way," Thales put the jc dagger back into its sheath and tucked it back into his arms: "You are How did it do it?"

"I thought you blocked the city and were busy dealing with the big shots, screening for those who might have robbed me."

"Why did you suddenly appear here?"

Nicolai smiled.

He nodded softly with a determined look of prey, "Yes, your plan is good, little prince."

"Arrange manpower to attack the team to create the illusion that you were taken away out of thin air."

"When the situation is the most complicated, let the whole Longxiao City suspicion each other up and down," said this, the meteorite stared coldly: "Greatly slow down the efficiency of the search and mislead us."

"In fact, he escaped secretly by himself."

"If you are really caught in your trap, then even if we search for more than half a year, we won't be able to find you."

Thyls felt sad.

He still discovered the truth.

"Then how did you find out?" Thales raised his eyebrows and also folded his arms, seeming to completely give up resisting:

"When did you become so smart, dead face?"

Hearing this nickname, Nicolai's smile became colder.

"I'm not that smart," he said indifferently: "But compared with someone like you with ten ghost ideas per second, more than two decades of guard life, especially the last six years, make me at least Understand one thing."

Thyls frowned.

"That is," Nicolai reached into his arms and said softly:

"Facing things you don't understand, you can't be too cautious."

The meteorite took out something from his arms.

He spread it out and then relaxed his hands.

Tyles' pupils shrank!

That thing floated in mid-air for a few seconds.

Until it fell under his feet.

"This is..."

The young man stared blankly at what the meteorite had taken out, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Lying at his feet is a piece of paper.

A precious thin paper in sky blue with ugly wrinkles.

Tyles looked at the thin paper, feeling unspeakable.

It's that piece of paper.

The invitation that Ashida wrote to him.

After being intercepted by the suspicious Nicolai in the Palace of Valor, under Thales's teasing and cover, the meteorite angrily crushed it into a ball casually.

But...

"I thought you already threw it away."

Thyls frowned and looked at Nicolai: "Didn't you read the joke written on the paper, do you need me to repeat it?"

Nicolai chuckled coldly.

He stepped forward and stepped heavily on the sky blue tissue paper.

There is a line of faded large characters on the paper, which is particularly conspicuous:

[The meteorite big fool. 】

"Yes, but that's just appearance."

Nicolai shook his head slowly.

The image of Thales was reflected in his eyes. No matter how much Nicolai shook his head, he never left the center of his pupils: "You can’t imagine. I spent a full two months, paid a lot of money, and almost All intelligence resources, from materials to sources, single-mindedly, carefully tracked down the details of this paper."

Thyls was shocked.

"Leland hard paper," Nicolai repeated word by word, lifeless and rhythmic, as if reciting knowledge he knew nothing about:

"The raw wood is produced in the Principality of Norton, and the manufacturing and dyeing process comes from Dragon Kiss. ​​The material is excellent, durable, and can even be erased repeatedly. It is a special paper for the court of the Principality of Anrenzo in the south of the Westland. It is specially used for the nobles. Invitation writing."

Thyls looked at him solemnly.

Nicolai smiled, with a hint of pride in grabbing his opponent: "In the North, the wealthy nobles may spend a lot of money to build a sword or feed a good horse, but no one You can't buy this kind of luxury goods, this kind of paper, and even the merchants of Kangmas don't bother to transport it to the north."

"And we have searched the missions of the stars before, including the Viscount Putila Niman, and there is no trace of this thing."

With Thales’ complicated eyes, Nicolai pointed to the crumpled cardboard on the ground: "This thing."

"It shouldn't appear in the Palace of Valor, but in your hands."

The next moment, the meteorite’s voice became cold: "This may only be something brought in from the outside, through a channel we don’t know, and deliberately concealed from the eyes and ears of the Valiant Palace, because it must be Some secret and special missions."

Hearing this, Thales closed his eyes gently.

Secret and special mission...

Oh.

"Little prince, obviously, you were hiding something from us very early, very early."

Nikolai grinned and showed a cruel smile: "Although I don't know, you do secretly plan to do it by going out to play chess every month. Obviously, that chess room is also problematic."

"So after you disappeared," the meteorite's eyes sharpened like never before: "When the Earl of Lisbane is still thinking about who you were taken away, when the major forces are still trying to test each other suspiciously." /

"I knew it, and I believe it: you were neither kidnapped nor taken away."

"I ran away by myself!"

Nicolai closed his mouth and looked at Thales contemptuously.

"At that time, I knew: all of this must be your own drama, nothing more."

At this moment, a light breeze blowing on the waste stone ground, bringing up sand and dust, made Thales' mood more cold and heavy.

"If you think about it this way, it will be obvious where you went after you disappeared," Nicolai's words have never looked so powerful, almost not inferior to his blade:

"At that time, the black sand collar, Qiyuan City, the dark room, including the forces of the vassals of Longxiao City, which everyone was suspicious and deeply suspicious, became the most unlikely places for you to go." /

Sentence after sentence, Thales even had a feeling: Nicolai's words almost pushed himself into desperation.

"So, the Grand Duke's guards blocked the city on the surface, pretending to be suspicious of these forces, and could not take care of themselves."

Nicolai’s smile became more and more horrible: "In essence, within an hour of your disappearance, we put all our energy and resources into the only direction early."

He spoke slowly, his words clearly:

"Star Kingdom, Secret Branch."

Nicolai sneered again and again: This is an expression he has never seen before in outdoor training.

It seems that this is the moment when he completely defeated Thales.

"Yes, Thales, we caught up with you outside the city in the bush where you stayed. We found the footprints of you and the workhorse, within half an hour after you left."

Tyles felt tight.

"If it weren't for Monty's kick, you would have been in the Palace of Valor."

Nicolai shook his head, seemingly indifferent: "But you have to know: you can't escape."

The sneer of the meteorite continued.

Tyles' mood became more depressed.

The young man silently looked at the paper stepped on by Nicolai and said nothing.

As if it wasn't paper.

But his pride.

After a long while, Thales said with difficulty and hoarseness: "It's actually this."

"I didn't think I was killed. It was this piece of paper. There was a problem with the source of this piece of paper."

He sighed dejectedly:

"Damn..."

Damn...

Thyls, the puppy of Ashida, added vaguely.

Nicolai responded with a chuckle.

"Look, once the key is pierced," the meteorite's boots slowly turned, slowly rolling over the thin paper:

"The famous Kingdom Secret Division is nothing more than that."

"Your escape plan is full of errors and omissions, naive and ridiculous."

Thyls took a deep breath.

The sun finally swung over his head and began to fall westward.

The wilderness is still silent, except for the whisper of the breeze blowing through the stone cracks, and a few sporadic bird calls in the distance.

"Very powerful, meteorite."

"You said you are cautious," Thales sighed: "You did not underestimate me, and you made me pay the price."

He slowly raised his head, and said every word:

"But you underestimated the secret science."

Nicolai's eyes narrowed.

Thyls didn't continue, he smiled and turned around, his eyes lit up.

"Wow, he left a horse for me before he left," Thales looked happy and looked at Monty's only remaining horse:

"There are also long swords and shields."

"I guess, he did it on purpose, maybe he was very upset with you."

In Nikolai's increasingly unkind eyes, Thales walked towards the horse without hesitation.

"Huh," The meteorite smiled this time is quite special. He smiled and shook his head:

"Really?"

"You, and me?"

Thyls also laughed.

He drew the long sword from the saddle, picked up the shield, and turned to the weird-looking Nicolai~IndoMTL.com~ and said," Thales looked at each other with interest, flicked the long sword, and tried it. The weight of the shield nodded happily: "After practicing for so long in the course, it seems that we haven't really, really, really fought against each other with real swords and guns? "

The next second, Thales puts away his smile, and puts on the open hand style of Northland military swordsmanship.

Raise the shield forward, and the sword edge stands by.

The young man has a solemn expression and is facing the most powerful opponent he has ever challenged except for the magician.

A meteorite in the extreme realm.

Seri Nicolai.

This is probably not the most disparate battle he has ever experienced.

But it will definitely be the toughest battle.

You only have one chance to look at the person in front of you intently, and silently say to himself:

Thyls.

Only once.

Seeing Thales with the weapon in his hand and preparing, Nicolai's smile slowly faded.

"This is a bad idea."

He was expressionless, succinctly: "Just you, why can I defeat me?"

Thyls snorted coldly and shrugged: "Why, at this point, do you still expect me to be obedient and catch it?"

The meteorite frowned fiercely.

The wind roared, and the cold sword's edge reflected the hot sunlight.

Nicolae refreshed his brows and suddenly spoke:

"You eat... with your right hand, right?"

Tyles narrowed his eyes: "What?"

Nicolae's pupils slowly tightened.

"Don't worry."

He pressed his knuckles, twisted his neck, moved his joints, and there was a terrible crackle between his bones.

The meteorite clenched his fists and walked slowly towards Thales, who was waiting.

"Wait later, no matter how bad the fight is..."

The former commander of the Blade Guard said coldly:

"I will leave that hand for you."