Kingdom’s Bloodline

Cohen and Miranda stepped on the slushy ground.

In winter, compared to the fine and orderly market style of Eternal Star City, the streets of Dragon Clouds City appear casual and chaotic. There are sharp ice edges, and the signboard is covered with snow that rolls down from time to time. But Cohen feels that although the former is well-organized, it always gives people a sense of cold seriousness, while the latter seems random and chaotic, but there is a harmonious order hidden in it.

This feeling is especially evident when seeing the people in the North land skillfully walking through the streets and alleys, working and living in the winding area.

Kai District is one of the representatives.

The loud voice of the Northland accent came from afar in the cold weather, accompanied by hearty laughter and cursing from time to time. Northland men wrapped in thick winter clothes and carrying loads of goods hurried back and forth, while the women carried or held baskets, stopping from time to time to chat with various people on both sides. The aggressiveness and aggressiveness when bargaining were not inferior to the men. The children ran happily in groups.

This superficially chaotic and self-contained Northland feature makes Cohen feel like returning to the Great Desert, back to the Western Front, back to the Saber Dunes camp, the soldiers, whores, criminals, scum, thugs, outlaws The land of chaos where mercenaries, mercenaries, and adventurers gather is equally chaotic and messy, but without the darkness, hostility, and tyranny of the latter. .

In this regard, Northlander Miranda Allende could only slightly frown. As a person who is used to the seriousness of the Tower of the End and the orderliness of the stars, the living conditions of the Northland compatriots made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

A group of soldiers from Dragon Clouds City walked towards them on the street, and the leader of them greeted the surrounding civilians from time to time.

"It's the order officer," Cohen said in a low voice. "There are not many outsiders in Kai District. We are very conspicuous. Find a place to hide."

Miranda nodded slightly, turned his heels, and Cohen and Cohen naturally and skillfully turned to an alley between the two houses, cut into these narrow areas, and continued to search for their target.

His short career as a police officer has given the workaholic Cohen a wealth of experience in patrolling and searching in the city. I saw him skillfully moving along the outer walls of houses, looking for possible hiding places from time to time.

Miranda looked at the deserted alley in front of him, and heard the still noisy voices in the neighborhood, frowned and asked, "Where is the place Gu said?"

"It should be nearby," Cohen pondered while searching, "What we need to do is to confirm which of these houses has..."

At this moment, the two were stunned at the same time.

Then they all turned around.

I saw a frivolous person appearing in the alley where they were.

He walked slowly towards the two of them.

Cohen showed doubts, while Miranda shrank her pupils.

This is a young northern man with a sad face, dark complexion, and a dirty and torn robe.

An ordinary poor man in Longxiao City.

The young man seemed to have encountered some setbacks and sadness, as if he had not seen them, he walked towards them with his head down and his eyes blank.

In the alley, Cohen and Miranda glanced at each other, and staggered to make room for this ragged young poor man.

The latter passed between them.

In the instant of passing the two of them.

"Hey you!"

Under Cohen's questioning gaze, Miranda suddenly turned around and stopped the man.

The young poor man froze for a moment, then turned his head in confusion.

"Are you going to sneakily kill someone?" Miranda narrowed her eyes and said slowly.

"What? Get rid of what?" The young man was even more puzzled.

Cohen frowned.

Miranda will never be indiscriminate.

"If it wasn't for a secret assassination," Miranda's eyes flashed brightly, she pouted her chin and raised her eyebrows and said, "Then why did you carefully cover the sword at your waist under your clothes... ..."

"Still pretending to walk normally?"

The young man's expression froze.

Cohen's breathing stopped suddenly.

He looked at the other person's waist, but he couldn't find any protruding places to prove that there was a weapon under the man's robe.

"I don't understand, what do I have to do with you with a sword..." The young man complained with confusion and dissatisfaction.

But he is quickly interrupted by Miranda.

"Stop pretending." Miranda slowly pressed the hilt of the sword at her waist, her expression became serious: "Where I have been for the past five years, I have to deal with dozens of spies, scouts, spies and smugglers who cross the border every day. "

The young man's originally slack eyes began to focus.

Cohen moved his steps tacitly, blocking the other side of the young man.

In this narrow alley, the front and rear were blocked, and he had nowhere to escape.

"Do you know what these people above have in common with you?" The daughter of the Arend family shook her head mockingly: "That is, they all think they are good at hiding things."

The young man straightened up slowly, his expression getting colder and colder.

I saw Miranda sighing: "I thought that as long as the eyes are calm and the expression is calm, others will not be able to discover their intentions."

Cohen chuckled.

God, Miranda's observation skills are definitely more suitable for the police officer than him.

If you try harder, it's not impossible to go to the Kingdom's Secret Division.

Thinking of the secret department, and Raphael who was in the secret department, Cohen's mood suddenly sank again.

"Don't be impulsive, sir." Cohen, who was in a bad mood, put on the hilt of his sword and said in a deep voice: "We just want to confirm that something is not suitable for drawing a sword in this alley."

"It's a pity," the young man also sighed remorsefully, "If you could give me just one more second to walk to the most appropriate position..."

The next moment, the battle began.

The young man's right elbow bounced back like an arrow from the string, and with the sound of the wind, it instantly hit Cohen's head!

Cohen's pupils moved.

Calmly, he advanced instead of retreating, raised his left hand, and blocked the opponent's elbow with the side of his arm.

"Boom!" This is the blunt sound of elbow strikes.

The two of them trembled at the same time, feeling the sharp shock in the bones of their hands.

The blond-haired police officer's face remained unchanged, and he stuck out his right hand, ready to catch the opponent's back elbow.

But in the next second, the young man swung his right hand, stuck to Cohen's left arm, pushed hard, and took advantage of the latter's forward force, and rushed out backwards!

The elbow just now was a false move. Cohen's eyes narrowed: the opponent's target was Miranda.

The young figure bounced towards Miranda.

At the same time, he kicked out his right leg vigorously, attacking the black-haired female swordsman!

The cold-faced Miranda turned around in an instant, and her back was pressed against the wall of one side of the house.

Get out of the way of the opponent's fierce offensive.

But her left leg was already hanging in the air, so she lifted it up.

The next moment, Miranda tapped her toes seemingly casually.

But just right, he kicked the side of the right leg of the enemy who was roaring and attacking!

The young man looked surprised and lost his balance instantly.

He quickly put his left hand against the wall to stabilize his body.

But Cohen's punch was already on his back with the wind blowing in the back of his head.

The young man's muscles trembled, he gritted his teeth and turned around.

"boom!"

Cohen's heavy punch intersected with the young man's right palm!

But Cohen was the one who took the initiative, and he obviously had a greater advantage. The young man who received the punch in a hurry trembled and took a step back.

On the other side, Miranda's knife had already hit his neck.

At the critical moment, the young man quickly turned around on the spot, revealing a sword hilt with a brass weight ball under the robe around his waist.

A force exploded in the young man's body, causing him to burst out with astonishing joint and muscle strength in an instant, dodging Miranda's swift knife!

The next moment, a short and flexible hand and half sword was unsheathed in the young man's turn, and slashed at Cohen vertically from top to bottom in the narrow alley.

Cohen's saber was too long, and he couldn't use it in the back alley. The security officer had no choice but to block the opponent's vertical cut with the half-drawn blade.

"clang!"

Cohen's expression changed.

A violent wave that seemed familiar came from the opponent's sword.

Korn instinctively unleashed the finishing force.

The Glory of the Stars immediately rose from the body of the police officer, repelling that violent force.

At the same time, the strength of Cohen's arm muscles increased rapidly, and his long sword trembled violently, shaking the opponent's sword away.

The enemy seemed surprised by Cohen's calmness and decisiveness in the face of his strength, but he missed a single hit without hesitation Miranda's footsteps sounded behind him.

In the next second, the enemy jumped up on the spot, kicked his legs twice on the walls on both sides, rolled over Cohen's head, and flew out quickly after landing.

He wants to escape!

Cohen gritted his teeth and turned around, flicking his right arm, shaking off the tingling and numbness caused by the penetration of that force.

The security officer started immediately, chasing after the opponent's figure!

"Is it him!" Miranda also ran, following behind Cohen.

The fleeing young man made a sharp turn and entered another deeper alley.

"I swear with my life!" Cohen followed the figure in front of him, turned too sharply, and hit the wall head-on.

But the police officer with a strong physique ignored him and got up without hesitation to keep up. He roared in the gallop, "It's that kind of finishing power!"

"Don't forget the mission!" Miranda behind her looked cold. She leaped nimbly with her legs, clasped a window sill at the corner with her right hand, and her body swayed through the sharp bend like a swing.

She landed, rolled, got up, and ran out in one go, reminding her companions in the continuous chase:

"Investigate instead of fighting! The order officer is still patrolling!"

In the narrow alley, a two-person high earth wall appeared in front of the fleeing young people.

But he seemed to have anticipated the terrain. When the distance was still far away, he jumped up quickly, stepping on the left wall first, and then the right wall.

With the help of pedaling back and forth, the young man volleyed over the dirt wall like a spider.

Although Cohen was tall, his speed was comparable to that of an elite scout. He stood behind the young man all the way and jumped up, grasping the dirt wall with his upper arm.

Cohen, whose face was flushed, exerted force in his upper arm muscles. Like a terrifying black-headed giant ape, he pulled himself over the dirt wall, turned over and fell to the ground, and then chased after him!

"Be careful of the trap!" Miranda turned to the right side of the narrow alley, and a rhythmic force rose from her body: "He waited for us there on purpose!"

Unlike young people who rely on left and right, she has a light body and kicks six steps on one side of the wall. Her body tilts, her speed does not decrease, but her height keeps climbing, and finally she skims over the earth wall like walking on the ground!

"Traps have to be chased!" Cohen, who was chasing at high speed, frowned, gritted his teeth like gold: "Just stop him in advance!"

"Give it to the back of your head! Safe, low-key, and efficient!"

The young man dashed down the three upward steps. After passing by two stunned residents of the Northland, he quickly turned into an empty alley.

Cohen came in a hurry, stepped up the third step, unceremoniously bumped away two Northland residents in "Sorry", and squeezed into the alley.

Damn... how can this kid run so well?

"I'll hold him!" Cohen felt the loss of his physical strength, and said loudly, "Go and intercept!"

Miranda, who had a tacit understanding with Cohen, didn't answer, nor did she turn into the alley.

After she stepped on three steps, the power of ending called "Tianma Movement" erupted from her body again, and she jumped up on the spot.

It's time to take a shortcut.

Under the astonished eyes of the two Northland residents, Miranda soared in the air, dexterously grabbed a protruding clothes rail, swung forward briskly, stretched out his hand in the air, and grabbed a window sill at the height of a three-story building, With the help of leg kicks, quickly climb up to the roof!

Then, non-stop, she ran straight to the two people who were chasing each other in the alley, stepping on the shortcut on the roof!

The young man quickly ran out of an alley and entered an open space between three houses, followed by Cohen gnashing his teeth and running wildly.

At this time, Miranda's figure leaped out of the air!

Miranda grasped the hilt of the sword with a resolute expression. She knew that she would fall to the open space, two meters in front of the young man.

A perfect interception.

But the accident happened.

At a certain moment when he jumped off the roof, Miranda felt a chill all over his body!

An extremely ominous premonition of danger enveloped her heart in an instant.

Without even thinking about it, Miranda unsheathed the blade in an instant, turned around and stretched out her hand, stabbing fiercely backward and downward!

The blade pierced into the roof platform that had just jumped out from behind, abruptly stopping Miranda's castration again.

In a second, the figures of the young man and Cohen disappeared into another alley.

Miranda hangs on the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the lower body swings with inertia. When the foot swings to the highest point, a piercing sword light cuts out from the side!

Kankan skimmed Miranda's boots.

Miranda was in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he stopped the castration in time.

otherwise……

She looked at the piercing sword light, which landed in the open space with its owner after cutting through the air.

The owner of Jianguang, a middle-aged man with short hair, slowly stood up in the open space.

Miranda put one hand on the roof, pulled out the blade, and fell to the ground.

She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a heavy face.

A master above the super level... She judged the strength of the enemy in front of her.

"Sword of Disaster." Miranda stood up, while collecting her breath, said calmly: "We finally meet."

The middle-aged man did not answer.

He just stared at Miranda with the expression of looking at a dead person.

"Is this a trap specially set by you?" Miranda carefully observed his opponent, trying to find any available information and intelligence: "But... why are there only two of you?"

"Are you that confident?"

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly.

"The Sword of Disaster? Although it's not the first time I've heard it, it's ironic to be called that..."

He turned sideways, showing the strange sword in his hand.

It was supposed to be an ordinary long sword, but the spine was hollowed out, and a hollow slot was added out of thin air, starting from the middle of the sword and extending directly to the front of the sword tip, occupying about one-third of the length of the sword. .

Miranda narrowed her eyes: It is very common to dig grooves on the sword body. The grooves on the sword are not blood grooves dug for bloodletting, but just to reduce weight, so they will be dug from the root of the sword to the sword. end.

But the middle-aged man's sword is different in two ways: first, his sword has a completely hollow groove, which will undoubtedly greatly reduce the weight, but it will also bring about a decline in the quality of the sword body; The tip of the sword began to dig up and ended in the middle of the sword, indicating that it was very likely that it was a blood groove forged for the bloodletting function.

To achieve these two points, swordsmiths were required to have extremely high forging skills. Miranda thought that she could only find such superb swordsmiths in the Tower of End, elves, and dwarves.

"You are very good," the middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice with an indifferent expression, "You actually managed to find this place all the way from the Kingdom of Stars."

"It seems that the Tower of the End has also improved."

They know we're star people?

Miranda was keenly aware that something was wrong.

How are we exposed?

Is it true that, as Kaslan said, in the eyes of experts, our origins cannot be hidden?

"So, why are you becoming the lackeys of a certain Duke of Exeter?" Miranda was not in a hurry to draw her sword, but tried to continue collecting information. The most important insistence of officials: Know yourself and know your enemy.

"To assassinate the prince of the stars for them? What good is that for you?" Miranda continued to probe, "Apart from taking over the Tower of Ending, what is your purpose? The throne of Exeter? The throne of the stars? Or A war between the two?"

"Our purpose?" The expression of the middle-aged man is still indifferent and calm: "The throne, war?"

There was disdain and coldness in his words: "This kind of short-sighted goal is not qualified to enter our field of vision."

"Even entering the tower of the end is nothing more than a little effort for us to take advantage of the trend."

Miranda frowned fiercely.

It's not for the throne, nor for the war... Then what are they doing, lurking in the black sand collar, and assassinating Prince Xingchen with the magic gun?

It's not for justice!

"It seems that you have been entrenched here for a long time," Miranda's heart sank, and she decided to change her method: "Even the black market of arms in Dragon Clouds City, and even the black sand collar's magic gun troops can infiltrate."

"Anyway, it has been exposed, why not use a few to deal with us?"

"Magic gun?" The middle-aged man gently raised his sword, not paying attention to Miranda's words: "As a swordsman, you'd better focus on your own sword... no matter how powerful those weapons are."

Miranda let out a breath.

Damn.

Watertight.

"Come on, the seed of the Tower of the End," the middle-aged man said calmly, "We have five minutes to resolve the battle before the Order Officer and soldiers arrive."

It seems that there is nothing to ask.

Miranda took a deep breath, turned her wrist, lowered her body, and seriously put up her hands.

unless.

Capture him alive.

or.

kill him.

The two approached slowly, Miranda let go of her senses, and the Pegasus movement rose slowly.

To feel the rhythm of the opponent's battle is like the countless battles before, Miranda told herself this time.

However, in the next second.

The sword light flashed!

Miranda's pupils instantly dilated!

"Wow!"

There is no rhythm at all for her to feel.

because……

Under Miranda's shocked eyes, the middle-aged man's sword instantly spanned a distance of five steps!

Before she could react.

It pierced her left breast.

Cohen, who was chasing with all his strength, turned a corner of the wall, only to find that the young man had stopped in the alley ahead and stopped running.

The security officer stepped on the ground, stepped on the ground in three steps, and stopped abruptly.

Cohen held his sword hilt and adjusted his breathing.

"It seems," the young man said with a smile on his face, "the 'seed' of the Tower of the End is not very good..."

Miranda did not follow.

Cohen's heart trembled.

Was she stopped?

Cohen took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.

It was separated into two battlefields.

"So," Cohen looked at the young man who seemed to be in good shape with solemn eyes: "You knew in advance that we were coming?"

A true super class.

And...so young.

"Of course." The young man smiled lightly and shook his head comfortably, "Otherwise, do you think you can find us by yourself?"

"It's us who want to be 'found by you', that's all."

Cohen frowned.

He touched the hilt of the sword at his waist: "Gu, that Far Easterner betrayed us?"

Oops, this damn alley.

Taking out the sword is very disadvantageous.

"Not really, we paid him enough money earlier," the young man slowly drew out his nimble hand and half sword in the alley, "it's settled, once someone comes to inquire about our existence..."

The young man shrugged his shoulders with a "you know" expression.

"Oh?" Cohen didn't take his eyes off the opponent's shoulders and legs, his tone was calm, and his language was calm: "We paid him too."

"Really? That must be the tip you gave," the young man grinned, took a step forward, and raised his hand and half of the sword horizontally: "Not enough."

Cohen sneered, and opened his hands.

If the terrain is too narrow, both horizontal and diagonal cuts will be at a disadvantage.

It seems that we have to revisit the "sword stabbing technique" taught by Kuradel, one of the inheritors, a long time ago.

I hope I haven't forgotten it.

"So, we have been in the past forty years," the young man snorted softly, getting closer and closer to him: "Is this the first contact between the inheritance inside and outside the tower?"

"Of course not," Cohen recalled the previous battle carefully, recalling the red and black swordsman on Red Square Street, and calmly replied: "A month or two ago, I also saw one of your companions in the stars... I and He is the recipient of this honor."

The young man's eyes became serious, his smile disappeared, and he stopped on his feet.

"So you are the one who killed Guradon." He said lightly.

"Not all," Cohen moved his steps cautiously: "I only account for half of the credit...maybe less than half."

The eyes of the two collided in the air.

"Did you know?" The young man said with deep meaning: "The Tower of the End is the orthodox successor of the Knights Temple. It is the most dazzling and noble existence except for a few heroes in the Battle of the End, fighting for the survival of mankind. In After the war, in order to prevent magicians from making a comeback one day, they worked diligently and painstakingly for hundreds of years to maintain the inheritance and development of the power of termination."

"You want to tell me the history of the Tower of Terminator?" Cohen responded with a sneer, "Just because of you traitors from the Tower of Terminator?"

"Betrayal?" The young man shook his head and smiled.

"As the seed of the Tower of Terminator, do you know how we defeated the magician?" He looked at Cohen with sharper eyes: "Those legends will never die, never grow old, and never change." Weak, an existence that will not perish?"

"But they have the biggest weakness. On this weakness, they can't even withstand a light blow." Cohen gradually found the best shooting position.

"And the warriors armed with legendary anti-magic weapons, opened the way with the power of the end that can resist the magic energy, with the will to die..." Cohen's expression was normal, unwavering: "The common people may not know, but the end of the tower of end Seeds, but clearly."

"Legendary anti-magic weapons? The final force that resists magic energy? Haha..." The young man laughed, and suddenly his face turned cold: "No, you don't know."

"You are living in the shameless lies of the Tower of Terminator. Ordinary Terminator powers can't resist magic power at all," the young man said solemnly: "And the legendary anti-magic weapon? The existence of immortality, what resistance do we rely on, what do we rely on to survive?"

"Hmph," Cohen's gaze became sharper. He didn't pay attention to the other party's words at all, but actively locked every flaw in the enemy's body: "The last sword of disaster I encountered didn't have as much nonsense as yours."

The next moment, with a movement of the young man's footsteps, the half-handed sword stabbed out!

That violent finishing force erupted from this young man's body, and the edge of the half-handed sword flashed instantly!

Cohen gritted his teeth suddenly without feeling what Jianfeng was pointing at.

The opponent's finishing power, is it to change the path of the sword, to obscure the perception, or to speed up the sword?

Oops!

"Ding!"

At the last moment, Cohen finally blocked the sword by relying on the instinct and intuition he had cultivated on the battlefield.

The hand and half of the sword was attached to Cohen's saber, only two inches from his throat.

But what is even more terrifying is the opponent's finishing power.

Compared with the swordsman on Red Square Street, this young man's finishing power is as violent as ever, but with an unbearable piercing pain.

Attack on Korn's sword and arm!

Make him overwhelmed.