Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 84: Die here

Under the sun, the two rivals face each other silently.

One kneeled and panted, weak.

One person stood in a daze, shaking his mind.

Finally, Thales let out a breath: The sequelae of his forcible use of the prison river slowly subsided.

Compared with the situation where he fainted at every turn when the crime of the prison river came six years ago, Thales smiled with relief.

Look.

Although there is no way to improve...

But skill and habit can still be done.

Under the sun, Nicolai remained motionless.

It seems to be in the biggest confusion of this life.

I saw the meteorite stiff and gasping in disbelief: "Why...that is, that was me on the battlefield...I can only wake up occasionally on the battlefield..."

"The twist of fate... even the name was made temporarily..."

"You are obviously only in the training class..."

Just now.

Thyls roared violently!

"Ah!"

He threw away the sword abruptly, rushing towards Nicolai with a grim expression!

Nicolai shuddered slightly. Although he was still immersed in shock, his combat consciousness after countless training made him react without delay.

"Boom!"

Nicolai coldly waved his arm and opened Thales' fist.

The next moment, both hands of the meteorite came out!

"Boom!"

At the end of the crossbow, Thales only felt a pain in his chest, and his forward momentum stagnated. The next second, Nicolai's Sunburst Saber appeared in his throat.

After six years, feeling the faint coolness of the same weapon attached to the same place, the weak Thales could only sigh slowly.

"What the **** is going on?"

Nicolae withdrew his shock. He looked at the prince in front of him coldly: "The twist of fate...It is completely different from the power of ending exercised by any system. You can't learn from any swordsmanship or moves. Get it!"

The breeze blew across this quiet world, blowing across the rocks, bringing out a screaming whistling, and scattered bird calls in the distance.

"Ha," Thales grinned reluctantly: "Is it so strange?"

"After all..."

He raised his trembling hand leisurely and flicked the blade of his neck, as if it were just a pleasant outing.

"I am a disciple of the meteorites, and I have to be beaten by you once a week...what a good student."

Nicolai's expression went cold.

He retracted the blade and lifted Thales' collar.

"I will warn you one last time..."

At this moment, Thales suddenly raised his finger and interrupted him.

"Hush listen," Thales smiled relievedly, as if he was really listening attentively:

"The cry of a bird is the sound of a gray magpie."

Nicolai was taken aback for a moment.

"What?"

But in an instant, Nicolai felt a terrible shudder all over his body!

The face of the meteorite changed drastically!

That's the intuition of warriors who have experienced many battles.

He is about to turn around subconsciously!

But Thales didn't think so.

The prince who was prepared abruptly raised his hands and clasped the shoulders of the meteorite!

Don't let him leave the place!

Nicolai, who turned halfway, was suddenly detained, his face changed sharply: "You"

He didn't continue.

A terrible muffled noise suddenly appeared in the ears of the two of them:

"Shit!"

Tyles saw with satisfaction that Nicolai in front of him shook suddenly with the sound, and his face became stiff.

The expression of the meteorite was distorted from shock to hideous, and then from hideous to fury!

"Boom!"

He slammed a punch with his left hand, and without any effort, he hit Thales in the chest!

The prince was slammed into the air like a sandbag, and fell down with a plop.

Then, Nicolai, who had a distorted expression, softened his knees, fell on his knees, opened his lips, and let out a crazy and painful growl:

"Uh uh uh ah"

The meteorite seemed to stiffen his right body, and tremblingly dropped the sun saber.

He squeezed a fist with his left hand, hit it hard, and beat it on the rock beside him!

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One punch after another, Nicolai, who was kneeling on the ground, was full of grimace, as if he had hatred with the rock beside him, beating the ground desperately, while continuing to grow angry and snarling: "Ahhhhh"

As if to endure some pain.

Tyles spit out a mouthful of blood, endured the sharp pain in his chest, and shook his head.

He was pleased to see: A thin arrow shaft suddenly appeared on the back of the meteorite.

The thin arrow sunk deep into Nicolai's right back, and a fierce and sharp arrow was pierced through his chest, dripping with blood.

I saw the meteorite suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes shot terrible flames, hissing roar:

"Ahhhh Ned Monty!"

"You son of a bitch!"

His roar spreads across the waste rock, echoing among the cracks in the rock.

I don't know when the bird calls have disappeared.

Leave only the sad wind.

Tyles took a breath and closed his eyes, completely relieved.

In this duel between him and Nicolai, he won.

Grasp all factors and hold every bargaining chip...

Tyles coughed up a bit of blood in pain, then burst into laughter.

Yes, in this duel, the only chance for the prince to win is: Nicolai's opponent has never been only him.

The roar of the meteorite turned into painful moans and groans. He tried to reach for the arrow, but the location of the wound was so tricky that Nicolai couldn't touch it.

"Tsk tusk..."

I don't know which rock behind, there is a gong voice that both of them are very familiar with, hoarse and dark: "Be careful, Lord Nicolai, don't move, especially the barbed arrow in the right hand."

"The more you move, the more hurt."

The hidden man let out a low laugh.

Nicolae, who was kneeling on the ground, still trembling with his right arm. He supported the ground with his left hand, staring at his red eyes, and bit his teeth: "Big mouth!"

"You can't run away!"

"We will tear you apart!"

Monty’s cold laughter came from behind the rock from nowhere again: "Oh? You guys?"

"You are talking about a half mile from the north, as Lume and Gela who support the secret guard..."

"Or northeast, those two new guards I don't know?"

Nicolai's eyes froze.

Monty, who was hiding in the dark, laughed loudly: "Don't worry, I have already'taken care' the four of them and left a mark for the people behind. They won't come here."

The meteorite shook suddenly, and his heart felt cold:

"Take care?"

Thyls gasped in pain, feeling a little better, and struggled to sit up, reaching for his sword and shield.

A whistle sounded around.

Monty’s voice was near and far away, seeming to keep moving: "Sting, you said that you have strengthened the guard's reconnaissance and scout training, and reduced the content of the front-to-back combat, right?"

Nicolai tried again to reach for the wound, but eventually failed, only moaning in pain.

"Thank you so much for those soldiers who are not good at their skills," Monty's voice has a heart-palpitating rhythm: "It saved me a lot of things when intercepted."

"Ah!" Nicolai howled furiously and thumped the ground again.

Monty laughed intermittently, but anyone could hear the unpredictable and malicious inside.

"Fortunately, the guards still use the scout formation passed down by Lyken from the coward..."

"Guess what, within a hundred miles, the twelve types of scout formations of Lyken are the clearest, most knowledgeable, and familiar, so they can intercept them on the only way in the shortest time and at the fastest speed. Who is this person?"

Speaking of this, there was a triumphant laugh from the dead crow:

"Hahahahaha"

Thyls frowned slightly.

"Monty," Nicolai's eyes grew more and more terrifying.

He was tortured by the dual pain of heart and body.

"You son of a bitch."

A long sigh came, and it seemed that the dead crow was sighing.

"Yes, stabbing the head," he seemed a pity: "Now, only me and you are left."

The meteorite kneeling on the ground clenched his fists.

"Ahem...that..." At this time, Thales coughed slightly: "You forgot me?"

The voices of the dead crow and the meteorite sounded together, unceremoniously:

"Shut up!"

Tyles raised his eyebrows, closed his mouth, and continued to crawl to find his weapon.

It's past noon, and the sun starts to go west.

"Listen, **** your head."

"This is the barren land of Qiyuan City, the border of Exeter, and a little further south is the terrible desert," Monty's voice sounded coldly: "It's dangerous to faint in the wild. It."

Nicolai let out a low growl.

"Bring this boy to me and let me take him to Qiyuan City," the dead crow said:

"We'll clean up the two, and the four of them can survive."

"How about this proposal?"

Tyles' expression moved.

The air was quiet for a while.

Only Nicolai and Thales gasped for a while.

"Proposal?" The meteorite suddenly raised his head, his eyes alert, and he scanned almost every rock around him.

"Why."

"Why do you want him to have this prince?"

There was a strange laugh from Monty.

"You know very well that he will play a key role in the battle between Qiyuan City and the Freedom League."

The words of the Dead Crow are sharp:

"We need him more than you, Longxiao City."

"Don't get in our way."

Tyles scratched his head with a headache.

Old play bone Monty, you have enough wow!

There was another silence.

"Big Mouth," Nicolai said lowly:

"Do you remember eighteen years ago?"

The voice behind the rock was silent for a while.

"I don't want to tell you about the past."

Monty said in a cold voice: "You know I hate this most."

But at this time, Nicolai, who just snarled in a gaffe, raised his head and laughed.

Weird, this time, the Dead Crow didn't interrupt him.

"That year."

The meteorite seemed to have laughed enough, and faintly said: "Prince Suril and his wife were assassinated. Under the anger of the former king, the Blade Guard was punished."

Tyles' scalp tightened and he heard the incident again.

Just listen to Nicolai’s weak and authentic words: "Old Coleman took the responsibility for me, the acting captain, and resigned. Isaiah was discouraged and left the guard. Many brothers were implicated and you, Meng Di, you who had other tasks at the time, rushed back to Longxiao City overnight to fight for them."

"The negotiations were fruitless. You didn't even give the king's face. The next day, you threw down the blade and left Longxiao City neatly."

Monty did not speak.

There is still only the sound of wind blowing through the stone cracks in the air, stern and sad.

Nicolai laughed miserably.

"No, big mouth, from when I was young on duty, you secretly took me to prostitutes, I know your character."

"You are not the kind at all. You can say a word for the lord, who can just run and break your leg after a horse, even if it is a king."

"Not to mention that I chased here all the way from the Rocky Tomb to pray for the Great Duke of Yuancheng," Nicolai's voice was slightly sad: "No, you are not."

The meteorite straightened up suddenly, looking around fiercely:

"Ned Monty."

The Dead Crow remained silent.

But Thales frowned.

"But now I understand," Nicolai's anger turned into a sneer: "Hahahahahaha, you, you!"

"You!"

His voice contained unspeakable resentment, echoing among the rocks.

Publish it.

After several seconds, finally, Monty, who was hiding in the dark, spoke quietly.

"Prickly head," the dead crow said lightly:

"What do you know?"

Nicolai snorted coldly.

He took a breath and then sighed long, the sharp pain in his chest and back made him frown from time to time.

But Nicolai still gritted his teeth and said softly:

"Your Excellency Lord Ned Monty..."

"A few days ago, as the so-called advance officer, you came to Longxiao City earlier than the official mission of Qiyuan City and anyone else."

"At the time of the political day, when the overall situation is set, you brought news of the Star Kingdom's changes at the border, and arched the prince to the stage."

Thyls closed his eyes gently.

The Dead Crow didn't say a word.

Nicolae’s words continue, every sentence, every word, carries a deeper and deeper chill:

"The Grand Duke tried to protect the little prince, but you fanned the flames at a critical time and forced Longxiao City to send him to Qiyuan City."

"After the prince disappeared, while the Longxiao City opened the city, you even arrived earlier than us as the earth snake and intercepted him."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The meteorite sneered: "Everything you have done in the past few days has made me who know you understand it. It is puzzling... In order to pray for the city, you are too dedicated, right? In this game, are you too coincidental, right?"

Monty interrupted him.

"You don't understand," the words of the dead crow seemed a little emotional: "Thorn, you don't understand."

Boom!

The badly wounded Nicolai punched the ground!

"Yes, I don't understand!"

He shouted angrily: "But I understand now!"

The eyes of the meteorite have never been so terrible, even more terrifying than seeing Rumba back then: "Thanks to the little prince, he just reminded me: I underestimated the secret science."

Thyls looked stiff.

The air quieted down at that moment.

Nicolai’s voice hurried up. He almost gritted his teeth and said the following: "Eighteen years ago, Prince Suriel and his wife were assassinated. The assassins of the stars were like no one. No one saw him. Sneaking in, the rigorous defenses of the Blade Guards are in vain."

No one responded to him.

Except for the wind.

"No!"

The meteorite shouted angrily: "Six years ago, even a hero like Lombard had to rely on disasters to entice us and weaken us. He knows. Every time there is more Blade Guard, the assassin's grasp is less. It may be a point lower."

"And the assassins of eighteen years ago were able to circumvent the heavy defenses of hundreds of blade guards, plan carefully, and smoothly assassinate the prince of the first power in Westland?"

At this moment, Nicolai's face was extremely distorted.

"There is only one possibility."

His left fist is clenched tighter and tighter: "In the White Blade Guard... there is a traitor."

There is still no response in the air.

Tyles lowered his eyes and looked down at the ground.

Nicolai bit out almost every word between his teeth: "For so many years, I have suspected many people: Byrne Melk, who personally protected the prince, was the first old man to be there that day. Coleman, Justin on the perimeter patrol, even suspected Isaiah who was in charge of protecting the Black Sands Mission..."

Speaking of this, the meteorite took a deep breath.

There is still silence among the rocks.

It seems that even the stream will stop flowing.

"But you just reminded me, old friend."

When Nicolai said this, there seemed to be a raging flame of pain and hatred in his eyes:

"In the Blade Guard back then, especially on the day that Prince Suril was assassinated... the person who knew the internal situation best, knew the scout formation best, was best at avoiding reconnaissance, was the most familiar with defense loopholes, and was the most convenient for assassins... "

"He is actually a guy who is not there at all."

"An expert in concealment and assassination."

"A lurking in Exter, lurking in Longxiao City, lurking beside the King, lurking in the Blade Guard for a whole ten years..."

"Star Spy~IndoMTL.com~The air is too quiet to be quiet anymore.

No one answered him.

It seems that everything around has fallen into eternal silence.

The meteorite still knelt on the ground.

But he didn't care about the crossbow arrow behind him anymore. Instead, he trembled all over, his eyes struggled, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

It's like screaming, but also like hissing and roaring.

His eyes are incredibly complex: disgust, pain, regret, resentment, sorrow, sadness, despair... endless, mixed.

Finally, Nicolai shuddered and took a deep breath.

A mouthful of the coldest air in midsummer.

Thinking of this, Thales couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"What did you say?"

He asked the person behind the rock softly: "Big Mouth, Ned, Monty...I entered the Blade Guard with me...Brother Bladesworn."

The voice of Lord Seri Nicolai, the former Commander of the Blade Guard, became more and more dull.

Finally, he restored his expression to the coldest, most indifferent, most ruthless, and most competent version:

"Or, I should call you..."

"The Dead Crow from the Astronomy Division?"

Thyls grabbed his long sword gently.

He sighed slightly from an angle where no one could see.

Silence.

It is still silent.

Another breeze blows.

The howling between the crevices became more and more sad.

Until a not-so-harmonious voice broke the silence: a clenched sound of the winding of a crossbow sounded crisply.

"You know, I changed my mind about the proposal just now."

The voice of the Dead Crow came, and it still sounded steady, leisurely, and comfortable.

"Thorn head..."

This time, his words have a chilling shadow of murderous intent:

"You die here."