Kingdom’s Bloodline

"My lord!"

Under the morning glow, Order Officer Urad looked at Nikolai and Griveau seriously: "What are you waiting for?"

But the meteorite and the veteran remained motionless.

Until Nico Laimer pressed his Soul-Breaking Blade silently.

"Wurad, I just asked you whether His Majesty ordered the lifting of the martial law." The meteorite's face was cold, and he said softly: "Your answer is a bit strange."

Griveau gave a faint sneer.

Urad was slightly taken aback: "But the martial law has not been lifted..."

"That's not the point," the Meteorite directly interrupted the order officer, and he said coldly: "The point is: you answered your words without hesitation, verbatim, 'Your Majesty has not yet ordered the lifting of martial law'."

Urad's face suddenly changed.

Nicolai's sharp eyes swept over every patrol member behind Urad, looked at their flickering eyes, and continued to say solemnly: "If it is an order to lift the law, it will be issued by the Prime Minister, the Earl of Lisbane, and conveyed to the Chief Guardian of the Royal Capital. Until the Viscount of Reston, the order halls in each district will only get the warrant signed by Reston, and then arrange the lifting of the law."

He snorted coldly: "A small order officer in Wangdu City is only given specific tasks such as clearing roadblocks and restoring traffic in the hall, and he will never know whether His Majesty ordered the lifting of the law."

Urad frowned: "I..."

Nikolai didn't stop, his gaze made Urad feel like he was out of breath: "You want to 'escort' us in such a hurry, even making excuses according to my words, why?"

Behind Urad, the patrol members exchanged glances with different expressions.

And all of this was seen by the Meteorites.

It also made him feel depressed.

So suspicious.

what happened?

"It's just a slip of the tongue," Urad sighed, "Besides, in this case, His Majesty must have issued the original order."

But Nicolai still didn't speak.

Griveau, who was supported by him, spoke nonchalantly.

"Let me tell you, Urad, since when did you care so much about the affairs of the kingdom?" The lame extremist veteran exhaled, "It's been more than ten years, from conscription to clearing the city, if there is any disturbance in the capital, your first The first reaction would be to shrink back and hide, for fear of losing interests."

Listening to Griveau's words, Nicolai's expression became more and more terrifying.

"As for leading troops to serve the king in times of crisis?"

Griveau raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face was like seeing a flying mouse: "Stop joking."

Urad's face became very ugly.

"Old cripple," he gritted his teeth, "I don't want to quarrel with you at this time..."

But at this moment, a clear male voice came from the crowd: "Enough."

"They've figured it out."

Urad sighed deeply and stepped aside to make room for the man who stepped out of the crowd.

This time, it was the Meteorite's and Griveau's turn to change their complexions.

The new man was tall and straight, with heavy steps, and an imposing manner, with a strong smell of iron and blood on the battlefield.

"A ruthless character," Grewal exhaled, "Do you know him?"

Nicolai didn't respond to Grivo, he just looked straight at the person coming.

"It's you," Nicolai narrowed his eyes, his face solemn: "The Flaming Knight."

"Rom Tuleha."

The person who came stopped and stood in front of them.

"It is an honor to meet you again, Your Excellency Lord Nicolai."

One of Exeter's "Five War Generals", Tuleha's face is cold and authentic.

The knight with the black sand collar had already taken off his gray helmet, but the gray armor was still on his body, coupled with the horse and long knife at his waist, it felt very oppressive.

"If Grand Duke Heisha wants to attend the dinner," Nikolai snorted with a sullen expression, "he can tell us in advance, so that we can send out invitations."

Tuleha looked at Nicolai without showing any weakness.

"Cambida told me,

If you let him go on the outskirts of the city yesterday," the Flaming Knight said with a straight face, "So, at your invitation, we brought more than a thousand people to Longxiao City for a 'walking'. "

Nicolai looked at the patrol team, his pupils slowly narrowed.

"You are looking for your own death," the meteorite said coldly, "there are seven or eight thousand soldiers that can be recruited urgently in Longxiao City, and there are also patrol teams and standing guards of the palace, not to mention the soldiers on the outskirts of the city. The vassals..."

But Tuleha interrupted him indifferently.

"That's right, Dragon Clouds City is very powerful, there are countless conscripts, and the standing army is astonishingly powerful," the Fire Knight said indifferently: "But, who has the right to conscript them?"

Nicolai's mood sank, and a bottomless chill hit his heart.

He remembered what Urad said at the beginning: Someone is trying to assassinate His Majesty.

"What do you mean?" He asked seriously, with a hint of anxiety unconsciously in his tone.

Impossible, guarding His Majesty is the most powerful White Blade Guard, everyone has super-level skills and rich experience, and the consciousness of willing to sacrifice their lives, even if it is the Wrath of the Kingdom, it is impossible...

Dare to bring such a small force... What on earth does Rumba want to do?

The eyes of Nikolai and Tuleha met in the air, as if sparks were about to be sparked.

"It means that you don't have to worry about this problem."

The knight of the black sand collar was expressionless: "Exter will usher in a new life soon."

Nicolai forced himself to calm down.

"Inner ghost, right?" The meteorite squeezed his knife tightly.

He said coldly: "How long have you been planning? You can bring two thousand people into Dragon Clouds City... Whether it is the chaos caused by a disaster, or a mere gangster leader, it is far from being able to do this. Who else have you bought? ?”

Chief Vindicator Reston? Even Prime Minister Lisbane?

But Tuleha didn't answer his question again.

"Your Excellency Grewal," the Flame Knight turned to the lame veteran with a respectful expression, "I have heard of your name, and I know that you have always been dissatisfied with the rule of the Walton family..."

Nicolai frowned slightly.

But Griveau's reaction was faster than he imagined.

"Needless to say," Griveau exhaled, and said relaxedly, "I really don't like that Nunn, and our king is indeed a bastard..."

Tuleha's eyes lit up: "Then you..."

"But, Charmain Rumba?" Griveau didn't give him a chance to interject. The old soldier showed his big yellow teeth, and the street ruffian smiled.

"Although I'm poor and miserable, and I can't read a few words, I'm a native of the North."

"Even if you are dissatisfied with your king, you will never lead your troops into the capital," Grevet's tone became colder and colder: "I will not sell my loyalty at a low price to a kinslayer beast and betray the king." traitor."

The Flame Knight showed regret, and sighed with his head bowed.

"Few people can understand the painstaking efforts and persistence of His Majesty the Grand Duke," Tuleha raised his head and said solemnly, as if he didn't hear Griveau's sarcasm: "But please believe me, his dedication and sacrifice, and even what he has done are not unreasonable." Everything understood by the world is for the future of Exeter and the future of the Northlanders."

Griveau took a sip on the ground with a disgusted look on his face.

"Killing your own brother for the position of Grand Duke, and taking advantage of the disaster to kill and the blood of the common people, to fight for power and profit?"

The veteran said viciously:

"What future can this kind of ruler bring to the people of the North?"

Tuleha didn't speak.

On one side, Urad shook his braids all over his head, with a grim expression:

"Maybe we shouldn't waste any more time."

The boss of the Jian District Bazaar whistled, his eyes playful:

"According to the Grand Duke's order, if you can't deceive them, you have to implement plan b."

"This may be a bit painful." Urad said grimly.

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

It's like the balance of the scale is broken.

Tuleha nodded slowly: "You know, Your Excellency, I really want to fight you."

"To make up for my regret of not being able to wield the Sword of Tracing Light."

"Then you will get what you want today, those two hits in the snow were really not enjoyable enough." Nicolai replied lightly, drawing a knife in his hand.

Nikolai's gaze swept over each patrol member.

Fortunately, there are not many soldiers in the Heisha collar, less than a quarter, and most of them are just the mob under Urad's men.

Depending on the terrain of the ruins, it might be possible to maneuver around.

But the uneven quality of these "patrols" did not make Nikolai feel better: where are the main force of the Black Sands?

Or...they have more important tasks?

Tuleha didn't have any intention of making a move, but just watched Urad wave his hand gently.

The faces of the patrols became more and more serious.

"Can you fight again?" The Meteor let go of Griveau, allowing the veteran to stand on his own: "Cripple?"

"Stop joking, dead face," Grewal coughed fiercely, wiped the blood from his mouth, and gritted his teeth, "Now?"

"I can kill another hundred disasters"

But the veteran's words stopped abruptly.

Following Urad's wave, nearly fifty people came to the front of the patrol, divided into two rows of semi-circular arcs, squatting forward and standing behind.

Fifty soldiers raised their weapons in unison, aiming at the two extreme masters.

Nikolai's breathing stopped suddenly, and Griveau's eyes widened.

That is……

A total of fifty crossbows.

Against...the two of them?

All of Griveau's words converged into one word at that moment.

A word that Nicolai also agrees with:

"Hold!"

The man with eight braids turned sideways slightly and retreated into the formation of his subordinates.

"Two valiant and famous adults in the kingdom, please allow me to introduce myself for the last time."

"Chail Ullard."

"Do some small business in Dragon Clouds City," Urad laughed, as if very happy: "From infantry crossbows to magic energy guns... it's all in the scope of business."

Nicolai and Griveau looked at the densely packed crossbows, and both sighed.

Urad opened his eyes, which formed a line of laughter, with a cold light in his eyes:

"There is enough inventory."

Tuleha turned his head, a slight displeasure appeared on his face.

In the next moment, fifty crossbow arrows shot towards the two extreme realms without any dead ends.

Black arrows whizzed in the air.

Bring out countless bright red.

The Grand Duke of Lombard lowered his sword.

More than a dozen crossbows stretched out from the shoulders of the Heisha soldiers in the front row.

"arrow!"

The roar of the White Blade Guard rang from the ears.

Thales and the little slippery head were firmly pressed to the ground, blocking everyone's back.

However, Prince Xingchen's mood at the moment is in chaos.

He knew he couldn't help in such a battle.

Just like last time under the fortress.

All he could do was... Thales looked at the Grand Duke Lombard in the crowd.

Thoughts drifted away.

No, everything is wrong.

It's so abnormal.

While thinking about it, more than a dozen white-bladed guards faced the crossbow, and quickly formed a defensive formation like a tortoise shell.

They all knelt down on one knee, leaned against each other sideways, raised the arm shields on their forearms, and blocked them obliquely in front of them, blocking their heads and bodies firmly.

"swoosh"

The crossbow arrows roared and struck.

Thales still couldn't figure it out.

After the death of King Nun, Rumba appeared.

He even acquiesced that he was the murderer behind the scenes.

But……

"clang!"

Multiple crossbow bolts hit the upper arm shield and were bounced off, making harsh and sharp noises one after another.

There were also two or three crossbow bolts that unfortunately pierced into the human body, and there was a characteristic muffled sound of piercing into the flesh.

But none of the White Blade Guards made a sound, they just exchanged glances with each other with cold faces.

After the first round of crossbow arrows, the White Blade Guards stood up instantly.

The first person let out a shocking roar.

"charge!"

A total of ten white-bladed guards rushed back to the soldiers led by Heisha without hesitation.

Strike the crowd with the few.

Thales was breathing in a trance, and he didn't even realize that he and the little slippery head were evacuated from the battlefield by a few white-bladed guards.

He was full of doubts.

Why?

Why did Rumba come to Dragon Clouds City?

If it was to solve the threat and revenge from Dragon Clouds City, then Grand Duke Lombard had already succeeded.

The king is dead, Exter will fall into chaos, and Walton and Dragon Clouds will have no chance to unite with the princes to seek revenge from Heisha.

Black sand collar is safe.

Even if Rumba is the real murderer, why did he appear on this occasion full of suspicions?

To silence?

No, Rumba doesn't need to show up at all, he just needs to stay in the territory and wait for the news of the king's death. The king's assassination will become another headless murder.

Only Sariton, they will bear the crime of regicide once again, and live up to the reputation of their assassin's flower and regicide family.

It's all so perfect that Rumba can take down the biggest and most terrible enemy on this night of disaster without breaking a sweat.

Shocking shouts sounded.

"With the white blade in hand, my life will return to the Northland!"

"Right burst!"

Ten charging white-bladed guards, with ferocious faces, yelled the password fiercely, and rushed into the enemy's formation in the opposite direction.

The momentum accumulated by the Heisha leader's side relying on the number of people and the semi-encircled situation was immediately taken away.

Grand Duke Lombard frowned fiercely.

Dragon Guards.

What a pity.

A guard crossed his arm shield to block the attack of the enemy on the left, and at the same time stabbed forward with a long knife, cooperating with the robe on the right, tearing open the belly of an enemy.

The other party fell to the ground in pain, moaning and screaming while holding the protruding intestines.

But the White Blade Guard didn't mean to end his life at all, they just stepped over him and continued on.

Kill the next wave of enemies.

The Heisha soldiers had to separate their hands and drag their companions back to the formation.

This can't help but remind Thales of the scene of Kingdom Fury and his Fury Guards charging.

Blood splattered in the crowd.

The white blade guards are in a team of two, one to block the attack on the left, and the other to tear apart the enemy on the right.

The two moved forward in tacit understanding, using the rhythm of you going fast and I going slow, stopping and going, switching positions and responsibilities back and forth.

Even if he gets injured occasionally, he doesn't care about it, as if he only has the enemy in front of him in his eyes.

Under the unexpected counterattack of the white blade guards, five or six corpses fell down on Heisha's side in an instant.

The few in number, but extremely fierce dragon guards, as the last to counterattack, even killed the Heisha leader's formation back step by step.

The white-blade guards frantically waved their blades, using their rich experience and powerful combat power, coupled with exquisite coordination, to bite and even counterattack the enemy.

Stand up for the evacuated companions.

Thales was held under the arm by a soldier, panting unconsciously.

He pulled his attention back from the fight, desperately thinking about Luba's anomaly.

Lombard unabashedly brought his own army into the city and entered a dangerous place, only to arouse suspicion...

Even... even killed himself!

Not only did he expose himself and ask for trouble, but he might also be accused by everyone, and the crime would be hard to escape.

Everyone in Exeter will not let go of the murderer who assassinated the king, and the respite that Heisha collar has finally earned will only be lost.

This is not in Rumba's interest at all.

Thales really didn't understand why Rumba made such an unwise choice.

Just like the attack that was caught off guard under the Broken Dragon Fortress.

Compared with King Nun's unfathomable, the Grand Duke of Lombard gave him the feeling that he was unpredictable and incomprehensible.

Thales even had to wonder again: Is Rumba crazy?

But he immediately remembered Puttilai's words: "Rumba is not crazy."

Charmain Rumba...

what do you want

The White Blade Guard, who led him and the little slippery head to evacuate, crossed an abandoned roof, but suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Thales raised his head, and his hairs stood on end!

In front of them stood the tall Erasa Cambida, the Viscount of Menton City who he had met once before.

And a row of soldiers beside him.

They all raised their crossbows at Thales, Little Slick, and the four white-bladed guards present.

Thales sighed.

Another crossbow.

In front of his eyes, there was a scene where Yodel was hit by a crossbow arrow when facing the assassin of the Duke of the North when he was assassinated in front of the Fuxing Palace.

What a nasty weapon.

Thales thought desperately.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Huatou, and the other party's eyes were full of fear.

"As the Grand Duke said, Your Highness Thales," the advisor of the Grand Duke of Lombard, Viscount Cambida said with a smile, "Please choose your enemies and friends carefully."

"It is the taboo of kings not to see things clearly."

In the next second, His Excellency the Viscount waved his arm.

All the crossbows were fired.