Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 98: The Bone Man

For a moment, Thales thought that Tomding was about to cry.

In the light of the fire, his upper and lower lips collided back and forth, and the little eyes on his cheekbones blinked and blinked blindly, and the greasy hair on his forehead swayed slightly.

But the owner of the caravan took a sharp breath, and somehow stabilized the shaky image.

Tom Ding bent his cheeks, and forced an ugly smile.

"All right."

"Do you know what this reminds me of?"

Tom Ding coughed, and the necklace hanging around his neck kept shaking: "In those years of war, my great-grandfather once fought under the hands of'Xianjun' Mindis III. His Majesty the King was banqueting. I told him: the more troubles we face, the more confidence we have."

The fast rope was painfully covering his forehead, making a "coming again" mouth shape, Thales noticed that many people in Dante's sword made similar movements.

But Dean still looked at Tom Ding calmly, his face as usual.

"Now, it's you no, it's time for all of us to need more confidence." Tom Ding tightened his belt, his bulging belly swayed elastically in the air, as if it felt like this Can give them some confidence:

"Good Dean, dear Dean, you know, I have always admired you, so I think your salary can be higher..."

Dean smiled.

"You didn't listen. What we lack is not confidence, but safety. It's not that we are driving up prices." Dean smiled politely, as if it were just the most ordinary negotiation: "We can't move forward. God knows what is waiting for us in front of us."

"The corpses in the camp are so fresh that there is no time to bury the yellow sand. This shows that we are only one step away from the unknown danger. Let me say that we should consider turning back yesterday morning."

Tom Ding was taken aback for a moment.

"Dean, you promised me this trip," the businessman's chest began to rise and fall, and he stared at Dean with his eyes rounded: "You can't let me go empty-handed and lose money! Then I You can’t even pay your commission!"

Quickline's eyes lit up.

"In this case, I suggest you deposit a sum of money with the tavernkeeper Tampa next time. If you go back empty-handed like this, he will pay you back...Uh, uh, uh..." But he didn’t say anything. After finishing speaking, Kanze from the north side venomously covered his mouth, dancing with tears, and struggling helplessly.

"It's always going to change," Dean laughed to Tom Ding. "So you mean, compared to that, if we die outside, we don't have to pay commission?"

Tom Ding's face froze, and he stopped talking.

Finally, he raised his finger and stared at Dean, his eyes full of restlessness and anxiety, as well as anger and anger that were not so cleverly hidden.

"This is also related to your reputation, Dante's great sword!"

The caravan boss seems to be unable to control his temper anymore, and he is quite annoyed: "Which kind of mercenary is this? Which kind of bodyguard?"

"I asked you to go out in a low voice, paid generously, served deliciously, and even you picked up **** on the way, wasted resources, and burdened the caravan without saying much..."

Thyls, who picked up the garbage halfway, raised his eyebrows and scratched his head.

What about Xianjun?

What about the good saying "Be responsible for shoulders, with enthusiasm in heart"?

"And you received a deposit, what you are best at is picking and selling out your employer?"

"The entire Bladefang Dune will know!"

As soon as this statement came out, the expressions of the mercenaries changed.

"I'm telling you that I originally planned to praise you in front of Baron Williams after this trip, and strive to reduce your taxes and venue rental fees. Now, should I go back and tell your Lord Baron or other Come with me, you were scared to pee your pants by a few corpses, you even have the most basic qualities"

But Tom Ding was interrupted.

"In the desert, you should never question your guide and protector, fat man," McGee sitting beside him said coldly, the lines on his face slightly hideous: "You think of the desert too simple. Believe me, you might as well think that the coffins of those who sleep in the desert are made of yellow sand, free of charge."

Tom Ding was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously shrank back.

"Also, if you are really familiar with Baron Williams, the businessman, you are so familiar with one sentence to determine our destiny," the old hammer on the other side said faintly: "Why are you afraid to go back Where's the sand dunes."

The quick rope that finally broke free of Kanze's clutches chuckled: "Or if you moved out of your noble ancestor and drank with the king, maybe it will surprise the Baron and graciously compensate you for the loss?"

Tom Ding was choked and speechless, just pointed at McGee and the old hammer: "You..."

"Okay boys," the silent captain Louisa coughed, raised her hands, and said with a smile like a peacemaker: "We don't have to be so stiff, I promise we will have a good way The solution to this matter, right?"

She smiled and looked at Dean, winking.

Finally, Dean sighed and touched his bald head.

"Well, then we, um, let's find a compromise."

Tom Ding looked at Luisa gratefully as if he had found a savior.

"Captain Dante! I knew you were reasonable..."

Luisa waved her hand.

"Walking twenty or thirty miles in a certain direction, we will come across a remote oasis stronghold little known, where a small tribe is stationed," Dean said softly, "We know them In fact, we are very familiar with the head chieftain, saying that brothers and sisters are talking and laughing. They should have moved to the neighborhood at this time."

McGee sneered.

"You can trade some goods there, exchange for some desert specialties, replenish water and food, sell at least part of the backlog, and then decide the next step, how about?"

Tom Ding was taken aback for a moment.

"Wait, the clan of the Scavengers? Is it nearby?"

Thyls was startled when he heard this, and the water bag in his hand trembled.

His surprise is the same as Tom Ding.

The Bone Man?

A familiar face emerged in front of my eyes, and the most impressive of them were the red eyes of the man.

But Dean didn’t let him go on: “If you’re worried, Sepp, that tribe... They know the situation around them well, at least better than us. Just ask them and we will know what it is. In what situation is there a terrorist killer in the desert or the sand pirates killing each other boringly, before deciding whether to continue walking or..."

Tom Ding waved his hands anxiously: "But that's the Bone Man! Those cannibal bastards...how do you know, how can you guarantee..."

McGee stood up slowly and walked in front of him.

"Because that is the tribe I came from," the soldier with black stripes on his face lightly nodded Tomding's belly: "Don't worry."

Mckey chewed his teeth, his eyes were like arrows:

"As a'cannibal bastard', I will tell them in advance: You can't eat."

The owner of the caravan was pale, and he took a step back in fright and fell to the ground.

Hurry up and laugh.

Thyls was stunned.

The Bone Man.

The Will of Konoha Fire

The Bone Man?

He stared at McGee, especially in the eyes of the latter.

But those are ordinary brown eyes.

"Desolate bones..."

Thomding looked at the other mercenaries subconsciously, only to find that they were all looking at him unconcernedly, and they shivered slightly.

"Nearby?"

"Now, you know why we can come and go freely in the desert," Dean sighed, "This is our greatest secret, sir, we have a wild man as a guide."

Tom Ding shivered again.

Loisa helped Tom Ding up and smiled apologetically at him.

"Then... we will go to that tribe tomorrow..."

A smile appeared on Tom Din's face.

"Ahem, I understand!"

The owner of the caravan smiled, looking somewhat reluctant: "We will return tomorrow! Tomorrow, tomorrow!"

Before the words were finished, he even crawled out of the camp, as if there were eight hungry wolves behind his ass.

Dante's swords laughed lightly.

Thyls sat in the corner, silent.

"But we all know that there are no desolate tribes there," Old Hammer shook his head helplessly, and patted McGee who was sitting down again: "And that's the supply point we planned to go to, isn't it. "

"That's right." Dean shrugged and snarled at Tomdin's back.

"But he doesn't know."

There was another cheerful laugh in the camp.

"The problem is solved. You don’t have to search for those corpses in fear. Seriously, there are a few exiles among the dead sand thief. I even recognize people from the Shalarun tribe, and some of them are at least Twenty ways have won 20 fights, maybe even the extreme guy," Dean sighed:

"It's hard to imagine, what actually killed them."

Luisa smiled gently at him: "Don't worry, we will return tomorrow."

Thyls shrank silently in the corner, looking at the team suspiciously, his eyes passing over McGee from time to time.

Loisa noticed Thales' eyes.

"Don't mind, Huaiya, and don't be too surprised, I know what you are thinking," Louisa said empathetically: "Any desolate people have blue faces and fangs, they eat human flesh..."

Everyone's eyes turned round, making Thales feel very embarrassed.

Old Hammer even started to laugh.

The female captain shook her head: "First of all, the so-called barren tribe does not exist, and we do not have any tribe to visit."

The fast rope shows his big white teeth: "It's just for fun."

Thyls pulled the corner of his mouth reluctantly.

He cleared his throat and thought he should say something: "Okay, of course, but you just said that McGee..."

Loisa smiled and said: "Yes, McGee is a Desolate Man. Did you see the lines on his face? That is the war pattern, one of the proofs of the Desolate Man. Obviously, he doesn't eat people. Neither bones..."

"No, not all," McGee snorted softly, seemingly disdainful, his eyes cold:

"It's just that my tribe doesn't eat people."

Thyls was taken aback again.

"Fuck you, McGee," the old hammer snorted and took a bite of the food:

"Every sentence is like telling a ghost story."

Tyles still felt a little embarrassed, after all, he was in someone else's camp, but Louisa's smile made him feel a lot of comfort, but Dean stared at him thoughtfully, making the prince quite anxious.

He turned to the fast rope.

"So, what I heard..."

"Oh, forget what you heard," Old Hammer sighed and swallowed his food: "Crazy, tyrannical, cannibalism... People outside the desert always describe this place, you know, some people Too lazy to distinguish, there is no way to distinguish, so I rushed to misrepresent the human beings who are forced or willing to seek life in the desert are collectively referred to as savages, and even foreign sand thieves and thugs are included."

Thyls' brows puckered upon hearing it, and he was slightly startled.

"Of course, I doubt that any of them have ever seen a really difficult and terrifying type of wild bones."

Old Hammer hummed softly: "Even in the desert war, the real barren man is not what you can see if you want."

Dean spoke, and his flat voice made everyone quiet down and listened to him.

"I know your perplexity, Huaiya, and how the Wilderness is spread outside, but you don't have to be afraid that the desert is big, the Wilderness is not a simple and clear race," the bald mercenary He politely signaled to McGee: "I am afraid that their history is not much shorter than that of the desert, and their species is not much less than that of the animals in the desert."

"Some tribes are wary of xenophobia, some tribes are willing to treat guests, some are cruel and warlike, some are friendly and peaceful, some are few, and some are strong enough to dare to break their arms with orcs, even Going to see the scenery on the border between the two powers, they are very different, that's it."

Thyls nodded sensibly.

"But I heard that Huangguren are all... red eyes?"

At that moment, McGee raised his head, his eyes cold.

"Red?"

Tyles' heart moved against the other's unkind eyes.

Did he say something wrong?

"A lot of soldiers have heard of this too," Dean laughed. "Obviously, they have never met or met a real creeper."

This time, McGee interrupted him.

"No, there are red-eyed scavengers."

The Bone Man raised his head, the black lines on his face looming in the firelight, facing Thales: "Have you seen?"

The tone is aggressive.

Thyls scratched his head.

"I have met... met people who have heard of them," Thales said for a moment: "Just like you."

McGie looked at Thales, his eyes fixed for a long time.

"Only a small part of the Desolate People have such eyes," he said slowly, and even the other mercenaries were listening to him carefully: "They are descendants of the ancestors, in your terms, they are probably The nobles in the barren bones."

Quick rope came out again: "Are you sure it's not albinism?"

The old hammer slapped him from behind, causing him to scream quickly.

"Descendants of the first ancestors?" Thales asked suspiciously, ignoring the fast rope.

McKee squinted his eyes and answered his doubts: "Red Eyes... It is said that they are the origin of the Bone Man and the bloodline left by the first generation of Bone Man who settled in the desert. No matter which tribe they are in, they will receive preferential treatment. , Born to be the sacrifice of the tribe."

So, Thales frowned slightly in his heart: The secret officer with dark red eyes, Rafael Lindbergh... is the so-called "descendant of the ancestor"? Stiff Love: Bride of the Zombie King

The origin of the Scavengers?

The fast rope came in at this moment: "But what I heard is that those red eyes are proof that the Bone Man is trading with the devil?"

Mckey frowned.

"Demon?" Thales was surprised again.

"Yes, I heard what the old sailor said, those demons that live underground," the fast rope raised his hands and said savagely: "Evil, horrible, insidious, chaotic demons, all the time I don’t want to hit the ground and cause chaos."

Quick rope has something to say: "In the legend, the desolate is a race abandoned by the gods, so they made a deal with the devil in hell, the enemy of god, and became servants of the devil on the ground, and gained the power to stay in the land of death , To become the scary existence second only to the orcs in the great desert... So, Huaiya, this world is very dangerous. As the so-called fate is impermanent, we must use appropriate methods to cherish our lives and let them live. Become valuable, for example..."

Thyls curled his mouth awkwardly, he knew what the other party was going to say.

Fortunately, before the fast rope continued, the old hammer slapped his words into the sand in the face.

"Come on, the rumors stop with the wise. Almost all the desolate people, they worshipped and believed were obviously desert gods, and even built sacred altars, which affected a large number of outsiders, and they had nothing to do with demons. You can just ask McGee about the relationship." Old Hammer said silently.

McGee shrugged.

Quickrope raised his head unconvincedly, and spit out a mouthful of sand: "How do you know? Have you seen it?"

"How do I know?"

Old Hammer put down the food and smiled: "Didn't I tell you, I am a celestial person, born in the West Wilderness collar, in the Valiant Castle."

"So, I did, and I have seen quite a few."

Thyls raised his eyebrows and he hadn't heard the names of these familiar stars for too long.

"When I was young, I used to be a soldier of the Falkenhausen family. In the Scarlet Years, I was called to guard the Sabretooth Dunes. During the desert war, I also followed the king’s army into the desert to fight After the battle of the altar, it was a great battle." The old hammer showed a look of remembrance: "But since then, I have discovered that I can only wield the hammer, but only the meager rewards for farming and enlisting cannot support my family. , I would like to apply for the standing army of the royal family in the past, and I heard that their salary is higher."

Quickline blinked in surprise.

Tyles also looked at her blankly.

This bearded uncle... is actually a veteran of the stars...

"But fate made people, in the end, I still came to work as a mercenary."

The old hammer turned his head and smiled: "Then he became a brother with a barren man."

"I'm not familiar with you." McGee beside him replied abruptly.

"Who said that!" The old hammer laughed, hugged McGee fiercely, strangled his neck with his elbows, and swayed back and forth: "I am the benefactor who saved your life!"

"Damn...Let go!" McGee had an ugly face, an expression of feces, but was not angry or seizures, just struggling desperately.

"But ah, he doesn't save your life every time," Kuaishin sighed, pretending to be helpless: "So I suggest, McGee, you might as well save a sum of money to the tavernkeeper... Ow..."

This time, without anyone reminding, Kanze, the northerner, pressed the head of the fast rope into the sand.

"Sorry," the leader of the team, Louisa pressed her head helplessly, pretending not to see the slapstick mercenaries, and smiled embarrassedly at Thales: "This is our daily life. You I know, they are usually under too much pressure."

Thyls stared at the friendly group of mercenaries dumbfounded.

The atmosphere of this team made him suddenly feel very novel.

This is the most harmonious team he has ever seen: the beggars in the abandoned house have only shivering helplessly, the private soldiers in Mindith Hall have only cold obedience, and Nicolai’s Blade Guard It is the brotherhood of iron and blood, and whether Gilbert, Yordle, Gini or Putila, there is always an unspeakable sense of alienation between them.

Speaking of the closest thing, um... Thales thought of Edda, Wya and Rolf, and suddenly felt that they were getting along like the people in front of them.

Quickline spit out the sand in his mouth for the second time, gritted his teeth: "Bah, I thought about... Uh, maybe, maybe Mo God was the devil in hell?"

"Speak carefully," McGee, who broke free from the arms of the old hammer, looked cold: "In the desert, many people died of heat and hunger, but more people died of lack of awe and excessive arrogance."

Quickline blinked at Thales and made a "here again" look.

Old Hammer laughed: "Come on, fast rope, less hearsay rumors, a bard who passed by Scour Road once vowed to me: There is a giant dragon in the desert, nicknamed it 'Heart-warming girl'! Dragon, do you believe it? Those legends that deceive children are also'heart-warming'......"

Quickline's complexion changed.

"But the dragon is not a legend," Thales joined the discussion in a low voice: "It is said that Exter was founded by a dragon, and the noble ruler of Dragon City is proud of it."

"Yes!" The fast rope found the supporter, his morale skyrocketed, and he vowed to say: "There are people from the north in the tavern. Listen to them, five or six years ago, a giant dragon came to Exeter. I have come to Longxiao City and fought the legendary calamity..."

Tyles gave a soft cough and lowered his head to focus on his water bag.

"Disaster? Do you still believe this?" Old Hammer smiled happily: "Are you sure that you are not encountering the priests of the Temple of the Dark Night? Those babbling dramas?"

"Ha, a group of people from the North who drank high, you know their virtues, and you start talking nonsense after drinking a few glasses of horse urine. Who knows if they see a dragon or a mammoth with wings, Maybe just to cover up the death of the king and make up some legends..."

"Hey!" This time, Kanze, who has been silent, raised his hand dissatisfied: "Don't forget that there are people from the North here!"

"Hammer, stay a little awed about things you don't understand," Dean, who was sitting on the sidelines, watched the small talk of his companions, but smiled alone, like a father watching the children play: "We still In the desert, maybe you are out of luck, and you will run into the'heart-warming girl' tomorrow?"

"Then I will **** her," Old Hammer shrugged: "My dream since I was young is to be a dragon knight!"

Luisa sneered contemptuously: "Before that, finish your food Dragon Knight! And McGee, and you, fast rope, don’t think that the rookie can be lazy, and then go outside and follow the breeze, Huhuo also has Harken and Ponga in shifts!"

"Hey, what about Dean? He's also going to work in shifts!" Quick rope raised his hand in protest, "Why didn't you rush him?"

Dean shrugged.

Luisa gave a mysterious smile.

Looking at the captain's smile, Quickrope felt a little panic.

"As for Dean, he has worked very hard today, whether it is to check the surroundings or negotiate," Louisa said softly, "So, dear fastline, you sleep less today and take his shift. "

Quick rope wailed~IndoMTL.com~The mercenaries laughed, and the camp was filled with joyful air.

Tyles took a bite of food, watched their interaction silently, and suddenly felt a sense of tranquility and comfort in his heart.

This is a mercenary.

Looks...seems not bad?

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that a pair of eyes were falling on him. Thales thought it was McGee who was not friendly to him, but he was wrong.

Not a waste man.

It's Dean.

This bald-headed mercenary looked at him silently, looking at Thales who was eating in a different place.

Dean's eyes slowly changed.