Kingdom’s Bloodline

Ada shook her head, her eyes fixed on Kaslan, as if she wanted to find the answer.

She doesn't understand.

Kaslan didn't keep her waiting long.

"Many years ago..." the white-haired old man spoke slowly, answering Ada's doubts.

"I killed Sila Dark Thunder at the 38th Sentinel, but he hit the left chest with a fist," Kaslan stroked his left chest, looking at the scimitar beside him with complicated eyes , looked at the soul-killing gun again, and sighed: "I don't know how many ribs were broken... At that time, I was already wailing and waiting to die."

Ada's expression changed.

"At that time, a crazy military doctor named Ramon and a dwarf craftsman with a particularly long name..."

"With a bit of luck, some tricks, and some ideas of a genius or a lunatic, they snatched me back from the prison river ferryman." Kaslan gave a wry smile, and tapped his chest **.

clang! clang!

A strange sound came from his chest, which didn't sound like human tissue.

this voice...

Ada froze, her eyes slowly widening.

Kaslan sighed and told the truth: "Those two guys used special metal to replace and straighten my poor ribs...God, that kind of pain tortured me for a whole year."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

It wasn't until Ada regained her long-forgotten breath after being shocked.

I saw the elf's astonishment on her face, and her pupils slowly narrowed: "Metal... ribs? How did you do it?"

impossible.

The fragile human body, whether it is controlling bleeding or dealing with broken bones, is simply impossible to bear...

Kaslan took a painful breath, and his lungs were like a broken bellows, making a terrible sound of wind.

"I don't know...cough cough..." Kaslan coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood: "I heard from that crazy military doctor that they used some forbidden and forbidden methods..."

"After that anyway,

They were taken away by the people in the dark room and disappeared without a trace. "

Ada closed her eyes and frowned fiercely.

"So," she shook her head remorsefully in a cold sweat, "my knife clearly cut into your chest, but it got stuck in those metals."

"That's why I couldn't kill you just now."

Caslan let out a bleak laugh:

"Yes."

"If you change to a narrower dagger or short sword, you only need to pierce a blood vessel, and I will die."

"But you are using a scimitar with such an exaggerated curvature." The old man shook his head, his eyes filled with subtle emotions.

Ada didn't speak, lying on the ground unable to move, she just exhaled helplessly.

"Because of that 'accident', my lungs were seriously injured, and my breathing is still tormenting—I don't know how long I can live," Kaslan breathed in pain, coughing up blood: "I'm going to fight again. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold on any longer."

Ada's face moved again, her mouth opened into an "o" shape.

"What?" She endured the severe pain, straightened up desperately, and stared exaggeratedly, "I knew..."

Caslan gave her a wry smile and nodded.

Ada didn't seem to have the self-consciousness of a defeated person. She let out a sigh of remorse, and fell back to the ground with an aggrieved expression.

he.

mom.

of.

If I knew it earlier, I would continue to procrastinate.

Why put all your eggs in one basket?

"And your supernatural ability really opened my eyes." Kaslan patted his chest, coughed and sneered: "Fortunately, when we just met, I didn't think about this past event in my mind, otherwise you must have Be prepared..."

Ada shook her head subconsciously with a look of unrequited love.

"You're smart too, little brat," she said listlessly, "keep only the two thoughts of 'survive' and 'kill him' in my mind, and then leave everything to my instinct... Let my 'Consciousness' can't read anything."

Caslan's smile froze.

He hung his head, his white hair flowing behind his head.

"That's not smart." He said plainly, his eyes dim and his tone low.

"On the cruelest battlefield," Kaslan said slowly, closing his eyes, "you will only have these two thoughts."

Ada raised an eyebrow.

"Really," the elf seemed to be looking for something to ignore the severe pain in her shoulder, but she puffed up one cheek, let out a breath from the corner of her mouth boredly, and then said silently: "Although you are not very old, you are only six years old. You are more than ten years old, but... it seems that you have a lot of battlefield experience."

"battlefield?"

This time, Kaslan's voice was firm: "That's hell."

"A boundless hell that turns normal people into monsters."

"Over there, there are only two kinds of people."

"The dead, and the dying."

Ada on the ground rolled her eyes.

"Thank you, although I don't remember clearly," Kaslan seemed to have improved a lot, and he said in a low voice: "However, the feeling just now... It's like returning to those hells, facing four or five different people in an instant. And a formidable opponent."

"Forcing all my potential out again."

Ada snorted softly.

Four or five opponents?

He even felt it.

Ada looked at the sky and asked feebly, "The sea is raging, isn't it?"

Caslan's eyebrows twitched, as if a little surprised.

"You found it." A few seconds later, the old man smiled slightly: "I always thought that my finishing power was very hidden—when I was serving, everyone thought it was the melting of a glacier."

Ada nodded indifferently: "Raging seas, a rare power of termination, the increase in strength and speed is very small, but it can give you a superb instinctive response, and you can deal with all changes in an instant."

"Just like the sea," Kaslan sighed and affirmed: "No matter how terrible the stormy waves are, the sea is always the same, unwavering for thousands of years."

Ada shrugged, but this action caused a heavy injury to her right shoulder, causing her to grin again.

"Although it's a little different, Keira also has the same finishing power," Ada gritted his teeth while panting, "I didn't remember until you swept that shot."

Caslan's expression changed again.

"Prince Keira?" Kaslan's tone was filled with excitement and excitement: "It's a great honor to be compared with the legendary 'Wolf Enemy'."

But Ada just drooped her face, lying on the ground and shaking her head like a child who refused to admit defeat.

"Damn it, if I didn't recognize it, I wouldn't have decided to risk that knife." She stopped and shook her head, with a pitiful expression, and said sadly: "Take injury for life, break the game to death— —This is the best way to face Keira, the raging sea."

Kaslan smiled and nodded slowly.

"Sure enough, the holy elves who made their fortunes by fighting and killing are different from the old-fashioned white elves. Even if you give up your abilities, you are still a terrible warrior." Caslan glanced at Ada and sighed: " After all, you are not the group of guys who only know how to shoot arrows."

"I'll accept your compliment, brat." Ada exhaled boredly.

The two were silent for a few seconds.

"And you actually know the 'wolf enemy' from a hundred years ago... The so-called immortals, the experience of hundreds of thousands of years is really not a joke," Kaslan said slowly: "Instructor Ada, may I ask your age?" ?”

"Age?" Ada's eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs rolled around: "Wait, let me convert..."

At that moment, Ada's eyes suddenly became deep.

"Age." She said lightly.

"I was born in the ninth century after the Dragon Slaying War, and the fourth century after the Survival War, on the eve of the withering of the Tree of Eternal Life." Ada's tone became very low, but she had a sense of stability.

"Same age as the empire."

There was something extra in her gaze, which quietly settled down.

Kaslan was taken aback, the elf felt to him at that moment, like an innocent child who suddenly turned into a mature adult.

"Dragon Slaying War?" Kaslan asked tentatively.

"The last large-scale war between elves and dragons," Ada said indifferently: "Humans also participated in the war as servants of elves."

"And at the end of the war, the part where you yourself defend against the ancient orcs is called the Battle of Chasing Saints."

Caslan was taken aback.

The battle of chasing saints, isn't that...

But in the next second, Ada shook her head.

"But it's very late for me to become an adult," her tone softened immediately, and she replied to her previous indifference: "It took a total of 1,800 years, and I didn't become an adult until the eve of the third continental war."

Ada wailed in her heart and sighed:

Unlike the eldest sister - the pervert who became an adult three hours after birth.

Well, she can't let her know about this slander.

Forget forget, forget quickly.

Kaslan frowned.

The same age as... the ancient empire?

So, an elf over two thousand years old?

Even counting from adulthood, it is more than three hundred years old.

Kaslan quietly watched the elf lying on the ground, and sighed: "The extreme state among elves, a monster piled up with time and experience."

"If you lose, you lose," Ada snorted indifferently. "Besides, among those human beings who lack experience and can only make up for their disadvantages with reaction and wit, you are considered outstanding."

"It's just your bad luck." Kaslan smiled kindly and tapped his chest.

"Yeah, bad luck,"

"First, I met a fighter who can close my consciousness and thoughts, restraining my greatest advantage," Ada spread his hands, and said helplessly: "Then, he actually has a pair of steel ribs."

Kaslan laughed out loud, and the old man's lungs were injured by the laughter, and the old man coughed violently immediately.

"Fighting with you... cough cough... is my honor in my later years," Kaslan said with pain on his face, he grabbed his soul-killing gun while coughing heart-piercingly, and said with all his strength: "After retiring, can you Fighting against the instructor of Sackel... I can't even think about it."

Ada twitched her lips.

In the next second, her expression changed.

Caslan stretched out his hand and picked up the Soul Slayer Spear.

Ada felt dizzy.

The old man let out a long sigh, and turned the prestigious legendary anti-demon weapon in his hand.

The gun head was slowly aimed at the elf on the ground.

Looking at the pitch-black and ferocious gun blade, Ada's heart skipped a beat.

The elf showed its eight beautiful teeth and let out an ugly smile.

"I said, can we have a discussion..."

I don't know if it's pain or frustration, but I saw Ada with a mournful face, whispering to the owner of the soul-killing gun: "Legendary anti-magic weapons can't be abused, right..."

But the next moment, Kaslan's actions made her stunned.

The old man smiled slightly, put the gun head on the ground, and stood up slowly.

Relying on the support of the spear, Kaslan turned and stepped beside Ada.

"I'm leaving, Instructor Ada."

He limped away, turned around and said with a smile, "You have to take care."

Ada's expression froze.

"Eh?" Ada clutched her right shoulder, showing doubts in her painful expression, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Aren't you planning to capture me?"

Caslan exhaled, smiled and shook his head.

"I have achieved my goal, 'solve that extreme master'," the tavern owner said with emotion, "but you have lost your fighting power and cannot affect the situation, that's enough."

Ada's eyes widened, then he let out a sigh of relief.

She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.

The next moment, I saw the elf grinning:

"Is that so...does your boss agree?"

Caslan couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he heard this.

What?

He smiled immediately, and said helplessly: "That's right, since you've said so, after all, it's not easy to deal with..."

Kaslan pulled out the soul-killing gun leaning on the ground: "Then I will do what you want..."

Ada's color changed instantly.

"Hey, I just said it casually..." Ada's face changed back to mourning mode in a second: "Look at me, I look like this..."

Kaslan laughed.

But after a few seconds, Kaslan restrained his smile.

His expression slowly darkened, his eyebrows twisted, and he looked a little sad.

"What I'm doing is an unforgivable thing."

Kaslan lowered his head, looked at the scimitar on the ground, his eyes were full of complex and profound emotions, his tone was heavy, and his words were bleak.

Ada's eyes narrowed slightly.

"But I can't turn back," Kaslan said in a low voice subconsciously, his eyes tranced. "At least, do some trivial things at the last moment to make up for it and comfort myself."

Ada stared at him blankly.

I saw Kaslan raised his head, leaned on the soul-killing gun, and left the messy street.

A few seconds later, Ada struggled to sit up, pale from the pain in her right shoulder and sweating profusely.

"Hey, little brat," Ada hesitated looking at Kaslan's back, before uttering a few words out of breath:

"There will be a period later."

Kaslan paused slightly from his back.

With his back turned to Ada, he suddenly laughed.

The laughter is long and desolate.

"No."

Kaslan said calmly without looking back.

"Instructor Ada, I have a hunch," the old man looked up at the Heroic Spirit Palace in the distance, his white hair was fluttering in the wind, messy: "We're afraid..."

Kaslan sighed and shook his head:

"...there will be no end of time."