Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter Forty The Kingslayer

Just as Thales and the others escaped from the city gate, in the Palace of Heroes, in front of the Hall of Heroes, a tense confrontation rarely seen since the founding of Exeter was taking place.

In the flickering flames, the guards of the four grand dukes and the entourage of a few special nobles were not allowed to bring their entourages in. The other nobles at the dinner party were not allowed to enter with the white blade guards and palace guards who stayed behind. Standing tacitly in formation, bows and crossbows were stringed, swords were unsheathed, and they stood in front of the Hall of Heroes with an ugly expression, guarding the nobles in this oval stone hall.

On the opposite side of them, there are a large number of unknown soldiers, who are firmly guarding corners and corridors.

All of them were dressed in patrol costumes and equipment, densely packed, almost filling every porch outside the hall. These soldiers stepped on the floor tiles with a long history, and many of them couldn't help but look at the surrounding decorations with strange and awe-inspiring eyes. It seemed that it was their first visit, and they were a little uncomfortable with the meaning of this place to the Northland. Extraordinary palace.

What was even more strange was that the leader of this group of unexpected guests was actually a short female swordsman, her eyes were indifferent but fearless, and the fingers of her right hand kept flicking on the hilt of her sword.

Under the light of the brazier, Grand Duke Ronnie of Qiyuan City walked out of the dim Hall of Heroes with a cold and sullen expression on his face. The guards and followers on both sides made way for him, but the guards on his hands never stopped. Did not let go.

The long Grand Duke of Qiyuan City waved back an attendant who was about to put on a cloak for him, and looked coldly at the uninvited guests in front of him, his eyes swiveling on their sabers.

"Show yourself, it doesn't matter if you hide anymore."

Grand Duke Kurikun Roni withdrew his sharp gaze, and said coldly: "We can smell the disgusting aura that belongs to your territory only through three stone steps. Although you belong to the same northern region, your soldiers are very different. "

The "patrol" soldiers in the first row exchanged a few glances, but they seemed to be well-educated, and they still didn't say a word, just staring coldly at the guards and guards guarding the Hall of Heroes.

"Where is the Flame Knight?" Grand Duke Ronnie snorted coldly, without even looking at the leading female leader: "No matter what you want to do to besiege the Heroic Spirit Palace or murder the Grand Duke, you won't let a soft woman come lead the army?"

The short female swordsman turned cold.

Her right hand stopped moving, but clenched the hilt of the sword, taking a provocative step forward.

"Be careful, Your Excellency the Grand Duke," she said in a bad tone, her eyes full of contempt and contempt: "Your little life is in the hands of this soft girl."

"Little girl," Grand Duke Ronnie shook his head disdainfully: "Go home and weave, the long sword is very heavy."

clang!

The female swordsman's weapon suddenly came out of its sheath.

Like a flock of birds disturbed by a bowstring, the guards around the grand duke, no matter the white-bladed guards or the palace guards, or the followers of Qiyuan City, all rushed forward nervously!

But they stopped abruptly: Grand Duke Ronnie raised his right palm and firmly stopped them by his side.

The female swordsman looked at the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City with a frosty face, and her sword stopped right in front of Grand Duke Ronnie's throat.

The Grand Duke didn't move from his eyes to his body, but just looked at her without flinching, as if it wasn't a sword that was pressing to his throat.

"It's okay," Ronnie said coldly, "See if our little cutie really has the ability to hold a sword."

A cold light flashed in his eyes: "And the courage to kill a grand duke."

The female swordsman's eyes turned cold, and the blade moved forward without hesitation, touching the skin.

Ronnie's pupils shrank.

His neck was cold and blood was already flowing.

Behind the Grand Duke, the gasps of his followers could be clearly heard.

But there was still no expression on Ronnie's resolute face.

At this moment, a thick and deep male voice came from "Patrol".

"Be polite, Croaish," a middle-aged nobleman in military uniform walked out of the crowd with a vicissitudes of life and steady steps: "We are not here for fighting."

He was followed by two noblemen, one in plate armor,

The face is old-fashioned, one is tall and thin, with sharp eyes.

The female swordsman Croagh let out a snort, then stepped back and took her sword back.

Ronnie lowered his head slowly, stretched out his hand to wipe his neck, and looked at the blood on his hand with a delicate expression.

Soldiers from the "Patrol" made way for the newcomers.

"Don't be so nervous, everyone," the tall and thin young nobleman smiled and bowed politely to the guards: "We are not enemies, and we should not fight each other with swords."

Ronnie put down his hand, his eyes turned around on the three newcomers, and he hummed softly without showing any face.

"Sure enough, surprises will never be late." Grand Duke Ronnie's face became colder and colder, and he stared at the middle-aged nobleman:

"Charmain Rumba."

His followers all frowned.

Grand Duke Lombard nodded imperceptibly.

The eyes of the two Grand Dukes met in the air, one was as cold as ice, and the other was calm.

In the next second, Ronnie's eyes turned back to the female swordsman.

"Hey, Croaish, is that right?" Grand Duke Ronnie turned around, his eyebrows raised in amusement, and a different look appeared in his eyes: "Your sword is very stable."

He looked at Croaish's long sword, felt the pain in his neck, and nodded approvingly: "It's very kind."

But Croaish just stared at him coldly and said nothing.

Grand Duke Ronnie's eyes moved.

"It's been a year since my wife died."

"Both the Ronnie family and Qiyuan City are short of a Grand Duchess." The Ronnie Grand Duke cast unrestrained eyes, looked at Croyce from head to toe, and then said seriously: "Are you interested?"

Rumba watched their interaction and frowned slightly.

Croyce narrowed her eyes too.

"Go find an obedient female worker who can only weave, Your Excellency." She put the long sword back into the scabbard, and said coldly and fiercely: "Save me on the wedding night..."

Croaish unabashedly glanced at the Grand Duke's crotch: "Cut off your two balls."

Grand Duke Ronnie laughed boldly, but his gaze towards Croaish became more and more subtle.

"It's blatant to poach my subordinates," the Grand Duke Lombard said indifferently, "I'm afraid it's inappropriate?"

Grand Duke Ronnie turned to Lunba, the original smile on his resolute face became unemotional: "It won't hurt to ask."

Rumba raised an eyebrow.

The tall noble Viscount Cambida beside him whispered a few words behind the Duke's ear.

"Why, if I don't take this blow," Grand Duke Ronnie pulled his hair back to the back of his neck, and said coldly, "Are you never going to show up?"

"Of course not," Lunba's face remained unchanged, "I just want to wait for everyone to arrive."

At this time, another voice broke into the conversation under the sword.

"Don't worry about it," a smooth and sophisticated voice subtly appeared in the gap between the two conversations: "We are all waiting for your visit."

Behind Grand Duke Ronnie came out a man with a pot head and Grand Duke Reconstruction Tower. Perseus Trudida of the Trudida family had a playful smile, but his eyes were full of vigilance and coldness.

"When was the last time we met, Charmain?" Trudida said with a smile, "Twelve years ago?"

Rumba looked at this neighbor of the Reconstruction Tower, who was also in the south of Exeter, adjacent to the Black Sand Territory, with apprehension and deep thought in his eyes.

"Five years ago," he said indifferently, "when Xingchen was at war with the orcs, we had an emergency meeting of the three grand dukes in the south."

"Oh? Is that so?" Trudida patted himself on the top of the pot and suddenly said, "That's right. If there is no benefit, it will not appear. This is you."

He smiled.

"Ignore the king's invitation, but at the moment when the king disappeared and Dragon Clouds City was in chaos, he brought thousands of people into the Palace of Heroes?" Grand Duke Trudida's protruding jaw moved slightly, and he Looking at the soldiers around Lunba, he asked meaningfully.

"That's why I came here to find you." Grand Duke Lombard said slowly: "We are facing an extraordinary situation, which concerns your vital interests."

Grand Duke Ronnie turned his head and sneered disdainfully.

"Extreme situation?" Another thick voice entered the conversation between the three: "What do you mean?"

The rough-looking and classically dressed Lebion Olsio also appeared at the entrance of the Hall of Heroes. The beard of the Grand Duke of Weyland was extremely conspicuous and impressive.

At this moment, he looked at Luba coldly, his eyes full of suspicion and vigilance.

Rumba's eyes swept over the three Grand Dukes one by one.

"The king passed away last night," Charmain Rumba said flatly, as if he was talking about something unsurprisingly trivial: "We need to talk about the future of Exeter."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a lot of commotion on both the Heisha leader's side and the Heroic Palace's side.

Viscount Cambida and Croaish suppressed his subordinates in dissatisfaction.

But Rumba frowned secretly.

Because he clearly saw that the three grand dukes in front of him were still calm and calm.

As if he already knew everything.

Um.

It seems to be more difficult than imagined.

Rumba said to himself.

But so what?

But another hurdle to cross.

But another Nunn.

"oh?"

Finally, an old voice sounded behind the three Grand Dukes. The oldest Grand Duke of the Precept City, the bald Rogers Lyco, coughed and walked out slowly: "That's really unfortunate."

"I think, about the king's death," the old man sighed, "You, Charmain who suddenly appeared here, have some important news to tell us?"

"As you said, Rogers," Grand Duke Heisha said solemnly, "Let me tell you something."

Grand Duke Lecco laughed, looked at the floor tiles of the Palace of Heroes, and said playfully, "Then why don't we... talk about it in the Hall of Heroes?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned sideways to let out the door of the stone hall, revealing the flickering light of the brazier: "Only five of us are enough."

"There is no need for so many pawns."

As soon as this remark came out, the three Grand Dukes on the side of the Palace of Heroes all looked at Luba with different eyes.

But all contain deep suspicion and vigilance.

This is Exeter.

Rumba sighed softly in his heart, and then hummed softly.

My Exeter.

His eyes gradually focused.

Bearing the eyes of the four high-ranking and equal Grand Dukes of Exeter, Charmain Lombard stretched out his hand indifferently, and held down the Earl Levan and Viscount Cambida who were speaking behind him.

"Of course," he looked solemnly, glanced at the four colleagues and the white-bladed guards and palace guards who were firmly guarding the entrance of the Hall of Heroes. spread among people."

Croesch cast a questioning look at Lombard, but the Grand Duke of Lombard just stretched out his palm and made a gesture of pressing down

In the next second, Charman Rumba stepped forward without hesitation, and under the eyes of countless people, he left alone from the encirclement of Heisha collar soldiers.

He walked past countless gleaming weapons and walked towards the stone gate of the Hall of Heroes.

He walked into the impenetrable formation of the soldiers of the Palace of Heroes, leaving them looking at each other in blank dismay.

He walked past Ronnie, who was at the front, and received a look of surprise and admiration from the latter.

He walked past Grand Duke Olsius, and the bearded Grand Duke frowned, not knowing what to think.

He walked past Trudida and Lecco, who exchanged a look of worry and apprehension.

On the cloak of Grand Duke Heisha, the iron fist pattern representing the Lombard family is faintly visible.

It wasn't until he completely walked into the darkness of the Hall of Heroes that the four Grand Dukes came back to their senses and exchanged glances with each other.

Cambida and Earl Levan stared at them fiercely, and Croesch even knocked on the hilt of his sword, the threat was self-evident.

"What do you say?" Trudida rolled his eyes.

Both Olsio and Lecco frowned and did not speak.

"No," Ronnie said coldly, looking into the dimly lit hall, "See what he says."

Charmain Rumba stood quietly in the Hall of Heroes, beside the brown-black rectangular table, six large braziers on iron frames illuminated his face flickeringly, with an imposing manner.

He knew that just last night, the young Grand Duke Conkly Perfitt was wrenched and broken by King Nunn just two steps in front of him.

But at this moment, Rumba just quietly looked forward, at the seat at the innermost side of the rectangular table.

He remembered that in the countless years of the first half of his life, his father and mother had brought him and Harold here countless times, bowing to the lord.

Nun Walton VII was sitting there, on that throne, giving orders to the citizens of Exeter, from grand dukes to officials, from nobles to commoners.

Take the king together, sit here and control the entire Northland, no, it is more than half of the Northland, the northern territory of the stars is not in the hands of Exeter after all.

His eyes turned around the stone hall, and paused for a while on the banners of dragon guns in the clouds that could be seen everywhere.

On the innermost ledge, the gun rack that should have placed the soul-killing gun was empty.

Just like Walton who once flourished in the sky, like the dragon gun in the cloud that shocked the Northland.

Cloud Dragon Spear.

At that moment, Rumba wanted to laugh.

"Okay," the voice of Grand Duke Olsio came from behind him unceremoniously: "We won't invite you to sit down."

"Speak." The bearded man said coldly.

Rumba closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then slowly open your eyes.

"The Kingdom of the Stars," Charmain Rumba slowly turned around, facing the four princes with sharp eyes, "The Prince of Stars, and their secret sect, have deliberately planned an event aimed at Exeter." conspiracy."

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned slightly.

"They even took advantage of the disaster," Lunba said indifferently: "Unfortunately, King Nuen died in a conspiracy."

Lecco and Trudida looked at each other with deep meaning.

Rumba took a step forward and clenched his fists.

"The kingdom of the dragon is facing unprecedented difficulties," Grand Duke Heisha said coldly, with an undeniable meaning in his voice: "It's time, let us unite as one."

No one said anything.

No one moved.

No response.

It wasn't until several seconds later that the four grand dukes laughed lightly at the same time.

A chuckle turns into a big laugh.

The laugh turned into a sneer again.

The sneer lasted for almost a minute.

The Grand Duke of Lombard frowned.

Finally, Grand Duke Ronnie spoke coldly, without any hesitation:

"Go home and fuck yourself, Rumba."

He let out a loud baw, with disdain and contempt in his eyes, as if there were thousands of years of ice:

"killer."

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