Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 15 The Prince's Last

Dragon Clouds City.

Under the eaves of a remote place.

Nikolai, whose face was covered in blood, was lying on his side next to a wooden barrel. He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and broke off a crossbow arrow that pierced his thigh from the tail, and then tightly grasped the bloody arrow that pierced his hind leg. Use a little force.

"laugh!"

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but the meteorite still clenched his teeth and pulled out the arrow tremblingly without saying a word.

Nicolai exhaled, threw away the arrow, and pulled a piece of cloth to bind it.

This is the last arrow.

As for the two arrows still in the body... Nikolai looked at his left arm and left leg.

There were two arrow shafts that had been broken down by an inch abruptly.

The meteorite had fierce eyes and clenched his fists.

Immediately, the unique power of ending erupted in his bones, tensed his muscles, and tightly sealed the area around the arrow shaft.

This should hold up for a while.

Nicolai took a deep breath, feeling the unfavorable injury in his body, and frowned.

The meteorite slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who was also lying on the ground with bruises all over his body: "You are the one Greve said."

But the other party did not respond.

"The skill is good, and the method of blocking the crossbow arrows is very clever." Nikolai nodded slowly.

In fact...Nikolai took a breath and told himself secretly: This is a ruthless character.

The man with a strange black sword snorted coldly, and wrapped up the last larger wound on his body.

"You're not bad either." He said lightly, looking at the badly worn arm shield on Nikolai's left arm.

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

"You sealed the disaster?" The meteorite dragged himself up with difficulty, leaning against the wall: "Do you have... those weapons?"

"That's right." Hei Jian nodded, his expression indifferent: "The cripple dropped a spear,

Is not it. "

Nicolai resisted the pain from his arms and calves, looked at the man with the strange sword, and glanced at the other sword at his waist, with doubts in his eyes.

"You know us... who the hell are you?"

The leader of the White Blade Guard naturally put his hand next to the Blade of Broken Soul, and said softly: "You know the magician, and you also know the legendary anti-demon..."

But his words were cut short.

"Hey," the ordinary-looking man slightly shook his head: "Are you sure you want to waste time here?"

Nicolai frowned slightly.

"You also heard what those civilians were saying." Hei Jian lowered his head and wiped his long sword, "Your king..."

He shrugged.

The Meteor fell silent for a moment.

"Yeah," Nicolai pinched a crossbow arrow, his face was ugly and his eyes were dim: "I have a hunch that the worst thing has happened."

Shame with a white blade.

I am afraid……

Nikolai's eyes became more and more cold, and he slowly clenched his fists.

Hei Jian, who was wiping the weapon, glanced at it and observed Nikolai's expression: "You don't plan to do anything? At least you should report a letter?"

Nikolai's eyes focused on the crossbow in his hand, his left fist was clenched, trembling slightly.

"Whoever it is—the black sand leader or whoever—started this rebellion, they have planned it for a long time and planned it carefully," the meteorite gritted his teeth, grinding out words between his teeth, his pale face against the backdrop of blood stains The contrast is particularly strong: "Now, no one can be trusted except my Brother Blade Sworn."

Hei Jian snorted softly, put the weapon back on his waist, and struggled to stand up against the wall: "Then I wish you luck."

Nicolai raised his head and looked at the man who was about to leave.

"Hey," the meteorite stopped the strange man, and nodded his chin towards him: "You are not from the North...why did you save me?"

Hei Jian turned his head and glanced at Nikolai meaningfully.

At that moment, Nicolai felt a strange emotion in the man's eyes.

"I don't like the despicable villains who use crossbow arrows to hit more and less." Hei Jian said calmly, and he continued to turn around.

Nicolai, who rested with his back against the wall, sneered disdainfully upon hearing this.

"Come on," Nicolai shook his head slowly, showing a sarcastic smile: "As the White Blade Guard, the king's sharpest knife, I have fought many battles, served as his reserve team, herald, military judge, execution People, death squads, elites, latecomers...all the positions you want."

Hei Jian didn't look back, but his voice came over:

"so?"

Nicolai sat up a few inches with difficulty and took a deep breath.

"So, I have interrogated many prisoners of war, spies, traitors and enemies, and I can distinguish lies from truth, and I have also seen how different people fight," the meteorite responded to Hei Jian's words, his eyes were bright: "I See how you beat Tuleha fat - kicking up the snow and dust under your feet? You don't look like one of those justices who see things wrong."

Heijian turned his head sideways, and glanced at Nicolai who was panting on the ground.

After a while.

Nicolai snorted lightly, shook his head and said, "If you don't plan to say anything..."

at this time.

"Is it this knife?" Hei Jian asked softly.

Nicolai frowned.

"What?"

The next moment, the meteorite immediately noticed that the man's eyes fell on the soul-severing blade in his hand.

Nikolai's breathing began to speed up, slightly causing the injury on his body.

He touched the handle of the knife unconsciously.

"This is the knife," fortunately, Hei Jian only asked in his deep voice, "Killed Horace Bright Star?"

Nikolai's eye sockets widened slightly.

What?

The two men looked at each other for two seconds under the eaves.

"Yes, the Blade of Broken Soul."

Nikolai's gaze did not leave Hei Jian's eyes, he nodded slowly, and at the same time raised his guard to the highest level, adjusted his body to a position where he could make a violent attack or defend in time, and then said calmly: "Twelve years ago, The Light Tracing Sword died under it."

Hei Jian breathed slowly, with inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.

"Horace," he began slowly, "did he die in pain?"

Nikolai took a deep breath of cold air, supported the wooden barrel, and stood up tremblingly, holding the Blade of Broken Soul tightly in his right hand.

"I now know why you saved me."

The meteorite gritted his teeth, his gaze became sharper.

But Hei Jian just looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

"If you want to avenge the Light Tracing Sword, now is a good time," Nicolai panted in pain, opened the distance between his legs, and quickly estimated the timing of the shot, the power of finishing slowly in the bones Slowly condensed, the words revealed a strong hostility: "Of course, don't expect me not to fight back."

However, the man in front of him just glanced at Broken Soul Blade, then turned and left.

Nicolai frowned deeply.

He watched Hei Jian's back slowly leave, and the doubts in his heart continued unabated.

"etc."

The Meteorite finally spoke.

"What is your purpose, guy of unknown origin?" Nicolai said slowly, "Kumas has a saying, 'Beware of gifts that don't ask for anything in return'."

Hei Jian turned his head and took a deep look at the meteorite.

"Compared to interrogating me," Hei Jian shook his head lightly, "I believe you have more important things to do."

Nicolai frowned slightly: "Yes, believe me, I'm already doing it."

Hei Jian twitched the corners of his mouth, shook his head, took the frivolous steps after injury, turned and left.

Nikolai stared at him blankly.

Staring at the figure of the man leaving.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Nicolai's eyebrows twitched, as if hesitating.

Until the figure of the black sword disappeared behind the corner wall.

After an unknown amount of time, the meteorite sighed.

"Okay." He snorted lightly as if he had made up his mind.

The footsteps behind the wall stopped.

"The death of Horace Canxing," he said flatly, "in return, if you really want to know..."

There was no sound from behind the wall. .

I saw Nikolai slowly slipping against the wall, his eyes were lowered, and his eyes drifted back to the past.

"That night, that battle..."

Nicolai murmured: "Horace, that cruel butcher was wearing his black armor, and together with his personal guards, he was covered with wounds and broken armor..."

"It was a real bloodbath, and everyone went crazy."

Nikolai's eyes drifted away, and he was already looking at another place that was not in front of him.

That rocky pass.

He said in a flat tone: "Tyrende, Jules, Tuleha, and the people on the other side of the stars... Each of us forgets everything in the sword and blood, and feels nothing but killing and death. I feel The blood in the veins is about to boil."

"Tulleha was injured and left, we roared, Jules was overwhelmed, but laughed, Tyrende died in battle, we were even crazier... that was the final battle, so the stars were the same ..."

"The living fell bleeding one by one, and the dead were carried away one by one..."

Nicolai lowered his eyes: "Everyone is crazy, the battlefield, you know."

He snorted without knowing what to say, his emotions were unclear, and his intentions were unclear.

There was still silence behind the wall.

It's like Nicolai talking to himself alone.

But the meteorite knew that someone was listening to his narrative.

"But Horace is different." Nikolai raised his head again, and when he changed the topic, a subtle change appeared on his face: "When all of us are crazy like wild beasts, he has no expression at all, like He doesn't care about the battle in front of him at all."

Nicolai lowered his head and said softly:

"He died peacefully."

The voice fell.

A second later, there was a low but disorderly breathing sound from behind the wall.

"Peace?" Hei Jian's voice trembled.

Nicolai nodded, and let out a sneer that he didn't know whether it was irony or helplessness: "When he fell into my arms...his expression was like he was finally relieved."

The black sword behind the wall did not speak, and the sound of his breathing gradually disappeared.

Nicolai lowered his head and sighed, "The few blows that killed Horace were not pleasant."

"Because it doesn't feel like a fight at all."

There was still no movement behind the wall.

But Nicolai was still talking, and he had a cold expression and a sad smile.

"That feeling... It's as if he is seeking relief," Nicolai said silently, with a desolate voice: "Have you ever seen someone on the battlefield who was seriously injured and couldn't die for a while? ..."

"That's the feeling...that pair of eyes looking for relief..."

There was the sound of fingers rubbing against the hilt of the sword behind the wall.

It was small, but Nicolai heard it.

The sound of breathing became thicker again.

"Relief?" came Hei Jian's voice, his voice trembling slightly, and the words seemed a bit difficult:

"Why?"

The meteorite sighed: "I don't know."

"And I don't want to know," Nikolai shook his head, eyes in a trance: "I guess, people will have such or such thoughts before they die, and they don't usually have thoughts, and the prince is no exception?"

Maybe.

Especially the prince.

Thinking of King Nun and Prince Suriel, Nikolai's eyes darkened.

He took a deep breath and lifted his spirits.

The breath behind the wall disappeared again.

And Nikolai's eyes drifted to the distance, only to hear him chuckle in a trance, and the irony in his words was extremely strong: "Meteorite...Meteorite...haha, haha..."

Under the eaves, the two men on both sides of the corner remained motionless, speechless.

After a while.

"Thank you." Hei Jian's voice came from the other side of the wall.

Nikolai came back to his senses, shook his head and snorted coldly: "It's just as a reward for saving me, there is nothing to thank me for..."

But he was interrupted.

"No, it's not for me," the man behind the wall said flatly:

"For Horace."

Nicolai was slightly taken aback.

Why?

He wanted to ask that.

But after a few seconds, Nicolai still closed his mouth. He understood something, and nodded as if he had realized something.

There was no sound from behind the wall.