Kingdom’s Bloodline

Blood……

blood again...

Thales stretched out his right hand tremblingly, touched his sticky face, looked at the blood that had become cold on his hand, and felt that even breathing was almost not his own.

"The shield is full of their people... nasty Yankees..."

This is Edda's voice.

It seemed to come from far away.

"Listen kid, even that disaster...Putillai still sent people to search for you, the brat from the Ka Suo family, the masked dumb guy next to you, and even the veterans of the Starlight Legion..."

The second prince was held under the armpit of the elf guards and advanced quickly, and gravel, broken wood, and even corpses flashed in front of his eyes.

Thales was breathing hard. He turned his head and saw the little slippery head being carried on the other side of Ada, with a blank expression, tightly clutching her glasses in his hands.

"...I was the only one who came here to look for people in the shield area, but I didn't expect such a big change to happen. What happened to those soldiers? Why did they attack you and the White Blade Guard?"

No.

They're not after me and the White Blades.

Thales thought blankly, the smell of blood in his nose lingered for a long time.

It reminded him of the deep ditch around the abandoned house, and the inside of the "tentacle" of Giza, which was almost equally bloody.

They are attacking King Nun.

"Speak up, boy!" Ada turned a corner and asked impatiently, "What happened?"

occur……

what?

In the overwhelmed exhaustion, Thales tried his best to sort out his memory.

He remembered Cambida's smile.

I remember the sound of crossbows in the hands of the Heisha collar soldiers.

Remember the countless black shadows shot by those "咻咻" in front of you.

And the numbness and trembling that spread from the scalp all the way to the shoulder and neck.

Ada led them with both hands, and finally rushed out of the ruins of the Shield Zone. There were neat and unspoiled streets and houses in front of him, but there was no one there—the king's evacuation order and martial law were obviously very effective. .

The elf guard turned left and right in a block that was many times better than the shield area, finding its way skillfully and dexterously.

But Thales was still immersed in the shocking memories just now, unable to extricate himself.

In that few tenths of a second, the only four white-bladed guards didn't even have time to make the tactical move of crouching and raising their shields.

They just turned around and opened their arms without hesitation. The four knelt down and embraced each other, using their bodies to completely block themselves and the little slippery head.

Thales remembered that he and the little slippery hugged each other unconsciously, panic and helpless, their vision was firmly blocked by the guards.

Then, the sound of countless crossbow arrows piercing into the flesh rang in my ears.

Just like the big market near the west gate of Yongxing City, the sound of the butcher who sells meat chopping up fresh meat with a knife every morning.

Thales shivered, and took a breath of the cold air tremblingly.

He remembered the faces of the guards.

I remember their trembling bodies and increasingly pale faces under the crossbow arrows.

I remember the resentment and resentment they looked at each other, and the peaceful eyes that seemed to accept their fate when they reached the end.

It was as if they embraced each other to shield them from rain and snow, not arrows.

Thales also remembered the scene when the bloody arrows came out from the body of the guards—shoulder, neck, belly.

Even a guard's head was shot through, the arrow pierced through his left eye socket, and the splashed warm blood stained Thales' face red.

The bright red arrow tip stopped right in front of Thales' eyes.

At that time, the little slippery head tightly closed his eyes, hugging him and crying.

The guards stared, coughed up blood, and some even showed relieved smiles.

They hugged each other and fell limp one after another, never waking up again.

"You have to live, imperial man," Thales recalled a guard gritted his teeth and grabbed his neckline tightly, remembering his vague aura: "Protect her well and let them pay the price..."

He also remembered the last young guard,

Standing up from the corpses of three comrades in grief and anger, with five or six crossbow arrows on his body and the last of his strength, he staggered into the enemy group with his knife raised.

The guard used his final desperate counterattack to kill the soldiers holding the crossbow in a panic.

Cambida's angry shout sounded in the crowd.

Thales remembered that he was dragging the little slippery head to climb away from the bodies of the guards.

He thought of himself in a trance, on the verge of collapse, and the last wail of the white-bladed guards who stood behind them.

It is not even known when Ada appeared from the ruins and led him and the little slippery head out of the chaotic crowd.

Until... now.

Thales' face was dull, and he turned his head absentmindedly, looking at the little slippery boy who was also frightened.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously, and wiped the blood off his face again.

There was only a dry blood stain in hand.

I thought the battle in the birch forest was thrilling enough, the breakthrough in front of the fortress was close enough, and the duel with Giza was shocking enough.

but……

In the birch forest, he was hijacked out of the battlefield prematurely by Serena. In front of the fortress, Araka used an unstoppable breakthrough to kill him. The Frontier of the Pure World escorted him.

However, until the blood was so close to him, others died one inch before his eyes, the White Blade Guard was wiped out, and the wailing and roaring came and went, Thales realized that all this was so annoying, so painful, So unbearable.

Ada stopped suddenly, and put him and the little slippery head down on the empty, clean street.

There was a street corner in front of them, but Ada had no intention of moving forward.

The elf under the cloak turned his head and stared at the road where there was no one.

"What's wrong?" Thales raised his head in shock, trying his best to contain his emotions.

"We're being targeted," Ada replied silently under her cloak. "Tried to dump him several times, with little success."

The words were fluent, but there was a solemnity in the tone that Thales had never encountered before.

Thales' face changed, while Xiao Huatou looked down at his blood-stained glasses without saying a word.

"So?" the prince asked tentatively.

"So, you go first." Ada patted him on the shoulder easily.

"I'll go find him." The elf touched a hand of blood of different colors on Thales, and she rubbed her hands in disgust: "Solve that tail, and catch up with you."

Thales was taken aback.

you go first.

He remembered the Red Square Street that night.

The girl with the double sword had said the same thing to him.

"The enemy is strong, right?" Thales asked in a daze:

"You are not sure of defeating him? So you can only let us go first?"

Ada under the cloak remained motionless, seemingly stunned for a moment.

The cold wind blows through the empty and hazy streets, and the sky is getting brighter, emitting a faint blue light unique to the early morning.

A few seconds later, Ada suddenly raised his right hand and flicked it towards his forehead.

"despair!"

Again, Ada's fingers flicked hard on his forehead.

But this time, Thales didn't block Ada's movement, but silently let the opponent pop his finger.

"Huh?" Ada was a little surprised by Thales' reaction: "Why don't you even block it?"

Thales shook his head with a heavy expression, feeling the burning pain on his forehead.

As if it made him feel alive.

"Otherwise, you won't let us escape alone." He said in frustration.

Ada seemed a little angry, and she raised her right hand again, as if ready to shoot.

But Thales didn't move.

Ada's hand stopped in mid-air.

After a few seconds, she sighed in disappointment and lowered her fingers.

"Oh, you're so boring," the lady in the cloak said helplessly, "It's as boring as Mindy's dead fish eyes."

"So this is true?" Thales took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The enemy is strong?"

"Cut." Ada was as active as ever, shrugging her shoulders exaggeratedly and spreading her hands to show a relaxed and indifferent attitude.

The elf pointed at him and fanned himself, "The guy who hides his head and shows his tail, how powerful is he?"

"As for you, don't worry about your lord's affairs," Ada said while fanning the wind strangely in the cold weather, "Besides, as a prince, you will grow up sooner or later, and you can't always be protected by me. .”

Thales lowered his head.

"Don't think too much," Ada's voice slowly lowered, and Fanfeng's hand was slowly lowered:

"This time, it's my test for you."

At that moment, Thales felt a little sad.

It was as if something was stuck in his chest.

"I see." He held the hand of the little slippery boy and said with a choked voice, "Then let's go first and wait for you to catch up."

I'm used to it already, aren't I?

Ada's lowered tone raised again:

"Let's go, turn this corner, you will go to Xichi Avenue, and after passing the avenue will be the blockade - although I don't recommend you to go to those patrols, I don't know what their attitude is..."

"If it really doesn't work, hide for a while, other people are also looking for you, they will pay special attention to children... You will be safe when you meet those boys like Rolf or Wyatt..."

"As for me..." Ada paused slightly:

"I'll be there soon."

Thales lowered his head and said nothing.

In the next second, as if he had made up his mind, he trotted forward while pulling the numb little slippery head.

But Thales stopped suddenly.

Ada, who was watching his back, turned her head and seemed a little strange.

"Hey, Ada," Thales turned around with difficulty: "I know you may not like me asking this, but I really want to find out..."

Ada crossed her hips.

"Excuse me, are you..."

Thales took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Are you, the queen of 'Oath Keeper' Midil IV, some of my great-great-great...great-grandmother?"

As soon as this remark came out, even the little slippery head who was distracted couldn't help but raise his head.

silence.

Ada's face was indistinct under the cloak.

A few seconds later, the elf guard sighed.

"Hey, brat," Ada raised her head, allowing Thales to see her unusually delicate and smooth white chin, and only heard her say lightly:

"Don't worry about the elders' affairs."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, he pursed his lips and showed an ugly smile.

The next moment, Thales grabbed the slippery head, ran all the way without looking back, and disappeared around the corner.

Ada watched Thales disappear before her eyes, and then let out a deep breath.

But she turned her head immediately, trembling all over her body!

coming.

Ada's vigilance was raised to the highest level in an instant.

Her eyes swept across the empty streets, from corners to roofs, alleys to parapets, not missing a single bit.

Really bad.

The tingling and numbness coming from the skin all told her: the other party is a ruthless character.

How long has it been since you encountered such a powerful enemy?

When you killed Ueno Mountain with Keira?

"Come out," Ada said lightly, "I feel you."

Footsteps sounded.

A tall figure appeared from a corner and was exposed in front of her eyes.

Ada's pupils shrunk.

"It's you," the elf exhaled, his words were full of sarcasm and disdain: "The tavern owner."

Kaslan looked at Ada indifferently.

"I heard that you are the White Blade Guard with senior qualifications," Ada snorted softly, and said heavily on the "senior qualifications": "'Shaking the Earth', right?"

"Although you are wearing a cloak, I can tell that you are an elf," Kaslan said slowly, with a thick and ruthless voice: "As an immortal, in terms of qualifications, you must be older than me."

Edda was speechless.

She let out a breath of displeasure, and drew out her delicate scimitar.

"I heard that you were the one who killed the 'Human Slayer' Sila Dark Thunder?" Ada said indifferently: "You are very strong."

"That was the battle I'm most proud of," Kaslan nodded, getting closer:

"Of course, part of the honor is due to this thing..."

The figure of the old man was completely exposed from the corner, and a long stick was dragging in his hand.

No.

Ada frowned.

That's not a stick.

"This is my former comrade-in-arms and partner."

"Sylla Dark Thunder died under it," Kaslan raised the weapon in his hand, showed its dark and ferocious gun head, and said slowly:

"Soul-killing gun."

Ada was taken aback.

kill……

soul killing...

The elf smacked his face.

The next second, she showed an ugly smile.

he.

mom.

of.

Ada took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and assumed the most relaxed posture she thought.

"Oh..."

"Speaking of the dark thunder tribe inherited from ancient times, in the past, it was a powerful tribe that was qualified to compete for the throne," the elf squinted and chuckled uncomfortably. As the old man approached, she unconsciously pulled Fighting posture: "It's not easy for you."

"You seem to be very experienced with orcs?" Kaslan said in a deep voice, and his steps began to slow down.

"Dark Thunder Tribe? Of course."

Ada swung the scimitar and assumed a nonchalant gesture.

"When my father led the army to help the human race, the first tribe he encountered was the Dark Thunder," the elf snorted softly, "Father cut off their heads..."

"...It's like cutting vegetables!" I saw Ada swiftly swiping four knives at the air, uttering words non-stop:

"Hey, hey, two for one!"

Caslan stopped in his tracks, squinting his eyes to watch the elf's sword swing.

He slowly turned the spear in his hand.

"Hey, I'm not lying!" The elf said carelessly, while carefully observing the opponent's posture and breathing.

Well, no lie.

Except for one thing——Ada secretly said in her heart.

At that time...

I am not born yet.

————

Rumba stood in the ruins, frowning, as serious as ever.

In front of him was a field of corpses, including White Blade Guards and soldiers from the Black Sand Collar—his subordinates were busy carrying the corpses back and forth.

Beside the Grand Duke lay the already icy body of King Nun, covered with the gray cloak unique to the White Blade Guard.

Rumba looked down at King Nunn, pressing his old scabbard with a complicated expression.

"We lost twenty-eight people," Viscount Cambida walked behind the Duke of Lombard, and said in a low voice, "There are still fifteen people who are seriously injured—the kind that must lie down, and four people are slightly injured, and the battle is fine."

Rumba said nothing.

"We underestimated the combat power of the White Blade Guards who vowed to fight back to the death, and overestimated our own combat power," Canbida sighed: "The appearance of that dragon shocked the soldiers too much—if it wasn't for us After several years of training and propaganda, I am afraid that some people will turn against them."

The Grand Duke of Lombard raised his head and looked away from his uncle the king.

"A dozen White Blade Guards killed the standing army on the border that we are proud of," the Grand Duke slowly twisted his neck, breathing in the cold air of Dawn in Dragon Clouds City: "How did Sariton break through the White Blade?" Guards, who assassinated Nun in the guard of these people?"

Cambida lowered his eyelids.

"You know, they are Surriton," His Excellency the Viscount nodded respectfully, "Fortunately, many White Blade Guards have been damaged or lost in the chaos caused by the disaster."

"Forget it, at least it's confirmed that our Majesty has passed away." Grand Duke Lunba looked serious. He raised his head and looked at the tallest building in Dragon Clouds City.

"How long is it left?" the Grand Duke said calmly, with a majesty in his words.

Cambida bowed respectfully.

"Two hours at most," Viscount Cambida quickly replied to this seemingly clueless question:

"Without receiving a reply from the king, the Office of General Order and the Chief Defense Officer will become suspicious, and then send people to the shield area to search—of course, Urad's people can think of ways to delay it, and so can the people in Dragon Wing Square and even over there." Get them in trouble."

Cambida seemed to understand everything, and the chief counselor of His Excellency the Grand Duke continued:

"Four hours later, if there is no result, the Earl of Lisbane, the Prime Minister who feels wrong, will definitely start to gather troops, and even gather a standing army, just to stabilize the chaos that may be caused by the disappearance of the king-but he does not have the king's warrant, plus Prohibited by calamities, large numbers of conscripts would be excluded."

"But if it reaches six hours, I think, the truth will be undisguised, and the movements of more than a thousand of us will be detected. As long as Lisbane gives an order, the earl of the fief who is still loyal to Walton outside the city will be able to take over." Soldiers entering the city—it is impossible to confront them head-on, the soldiers are already emotionally unstable, and if we meet face to face, we will be defeated due to casualties, exhaustion and low morale."

"We have less than 2,000 people. Even if we take down a solid gate, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold it for a long time." In the end, Cambida cautiously concluded his words: "We must make a quick decision."

Under the gray sky, Grand Duke Lombard looked at the outline of the Palace of Heroes, his expression still as cold as ice.

"Half a day," Lunba snorted coldly, "enough."

The Grand Duke turned around, flicked his cloak to reveal the chain armor inside him, and walked towards the Palace of Heroes with the tenacious steps unique to a warrior.

Cambida and other subordinates followed closely with the soldiers.

"Send a letter to the other troops who have cleaned up the mess according to the plan, Tuleha, Urad, and Croaish, asking them to join Levan and Bitz—they should be almost ready," the Grand Duke said coldly as he walked. Coldly ordered:

"Whether it's a trick or a strong attack, before eight o'clock, the gate between the ax area and the Palace of Heroes must be taken down!"

Cambida nodded respectfully.

"According to the plan, let the word out, this will buy us time."

Rumba strode across a dirt pit, and said firmly: "Nine o'clock, ten o'clock at the latest, all this must end!"

Cambida nodded while giving orders to the people around him.

A few seconds later, the messenger led the order away.

"One more thing..." Canbida whispered: "The news I just got is about the Star Prince."

The Grand Duke of Lombard turned his head and looked at his advisor with a strange expression.

"It's them," Cambida raised his head, with a strange look in his eyes, "They say they want that boy."

"To live."

Rumba paused.

He turned his head, looked at the direction where Thales and Ada disappeared just now, thoughtful.