Kingdom’s Bloodline

Everyone's eyes returned to Thales again. Le Wen Novels|

Thales exhaled and smiled.

"Where are the others?" Thales looked at the rest of the people and narrowed his eyes: "What we are going to do is very dangerous... Maybe it will cost our lives."

The few remaining people exchanged glances with each other.

"I told you that when we first met, Your Highness," Huai Ya showed a helpless but determined smile, "For the rest of my life, this life and this body will be for you to drive."

Thales shrugged.

"Let me tell you," veteran Genard raised his eyebrows slightly, "you and Duke John's styles are indeed different—but why not?"

"Don't look at me," Willow said nervously, "I'll go wherever everyone goes."

When Rolf saw Thales' eyes move towards him, he couldn't help frowning, and stretched out his hands to make two gestures in the air.

【Do not ask. 】

【do it. 】

Thales smiled knowingly.

This tone.

Did he think he was still in the Blood Bottle Gang?

"Very well, then we have reached a consensus." Thales breathed a sigh of relief and looked at everyone, but his face darkened immediately: "Although, this decision is likely to kill us."

No.

Thales sighed silently in his heart.

In this plan, someone must die.

But now that the decision has been made...

Thales stared.

"But what are you going to do?" A discordant voice interrupted.

Everyone turned their heads.

"We only have a group of remnants and defeated generals who are fleeing, all of them are wounded, hiding their heads and showing their tails, and the white blade guards are only a dozen people." Behind Cohen, Miranda Arend looked at the prince with a cold face: "You are just a seven Eight-year-old kid,

What can be relied on to bring down the Rumba and preserve the northern border? "

Miss Arend's eyes were extremely sharp, and her question was extremely sharp: "Even save the kingdom?"

"Same problem," Nicolai taunted unceremoniously: "You don't really want us to die, and then 'touch' the people of Dragon Clouds City, do you?"

Thales lowered his head and was silent for a few seconds.

"What do you think?" Star Prince asked calmly.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Puttil raised his eyebrows.

"Let me tell you," the Deputy Envoy puffed out smoke and said in a low voice, "No matter which aspect we are in, we are no match for Rumba at all."

Cohen crossed his arms and cast a questioning look at Raphael, but the latter ignored him.

Just listen to Putilei's narration lightly: "There are nearly 2,000 people in Lumbah, and the black sand leader's standing army that prohibits orders, disguised as a patrol team, still firmly occupies the first city gate, and even controls the Palace of Heroes."

Nikolai raised his head, with a cold light in his eyes: "Dragon Clouds City is enough to suppress his army: gather the patrol team and Walton's conscripts, the White Blade Guard will be the vanguard, and I will personally lead the team to attack, whether it is the city gate or the Palace of Heroes, I guarantee they won't last a quarter of an hour."

"If you, as a little lord, can call up these troops with a suitable name—this may take a whole day—and let them rampage through Dragon Clouds City without hesitation, follow you to attack the gates, and rush into the city. Heroic Spirit Palace," Puttilai countered calmly, "That's right."

Nicolai stopped talking, and he forced the phrase "This is my original plan" back into his throat.

Michael patted him on the back.

Putilei sighed, and continued: "His subordinates have multiple extreme experts, no matter Kaslan or the Flaming Knight, a surprise attack can knock us down in a short time, and even super-level Existence like the swordsman Croaish."

Hearing this, Michael's face visibly froze.

"He has allies like the Scarlet Witch, Shiles, and Urad." Everyone listened to Puttilai's analysis quietly, and their expressions became increasingly ugly: "Information is pervasive, and connections are omnipresent—I bet we Get close to the Palace of Heroes or the first city gate, and you will be discovered within five minutes."

"Don't forget the Shadow Shield," Thales sighed, "Maybe there's Surreyton."

When Puttilai heard this, his eyes darkened: "Yes, there are also Shadow Shield and Suridon."

"We are also at an absolute disadvantage in the situation." Mr. Deputy Envoy took another puff of his pipe, with a worried expression on his face: "Your Highness, including our stars, are rumored to be the murderers behind the scenes, except for a few White Blade Guards and this neutral Temple of God, we are so alone that we cannot even see the light."

Everyone's face became serious.

It seemed that the excitement and enthusiasm just now were swept away.

"Unless Rumba surrenders directly," Puttilai put down his pipe and sighed softly, "otherwise, until now, I don't see any chance of winning."

Thales didn't speak, he just quietly observed the expressions of everyone.

"Then it's better to ask Raphael to find another disaster to help." Cohen shrugged angrily: "It's faster this way."

Many raised their eyebrows.

Nicolai and Michael looked at the young man from the Secret Division with a hostile expression.

"Yeah," Raphael snorted coldly, and glanced at Cohen: "Maybe we can get a giant dragon to help, then we're sure to win."

Everyone else shook their heads.

Xiao Huatou's face changed, and he touched his glasses unconsciously.

Rolf grunted, and raised his chin at Goddess Haoyue.

"Ah, this time I understand the meaning of the mute." Huai Ya looked at the ghost with the wind and sighed.

"He said, pray to Goddess Haoyue directly, that's more reliable," the prince's attendant stretched out his hands towards the statue to meet everyone's gaze: "At least you can still see her."

Puttilai covered his forehead and sighed: "If we..."

"Are you finished?"

The second prince suddenly made a sound and interrupted Putilei.

Thales raised his head and looked at everyone with piercing eyes.

"A special teacher told me," he smiled slyly and confidently, recalling the unforgettable battle and the impressive swordsman: "Before the big battle begins..."

Thales raised his right hand and tapped his forehead lightly: "We need to change our minds first."

Everyone was taken aback.

"Change... your brain?" Miranda asked suspiciously.

Among the puzzled people, Raphael rolled his eyes, seeming to be deep in thought.

Thales let out a breath, and turned his brain that had been thinking for hours.

"The leader of Heisha seems to have the upper hand everywhere, grabbing the upper hand." Scenes from last night appeared in front of him, and he extracted information one by one: "The whole situation is under control, and we have no power to fight back."

Thinking of this, Thales smiled slightly.

How did the flying dragon lose?

Snapped!

Thales' eyes were calm, and he punched his other palm: "Really?"

"Do you have any other opinions?" Puttilai's eyes lit up: "Your Highness?"

"No." Unexpectedly, Thales shook his head: "Your analysis is right."

"But even if it is as strong as a disaster," the prince raised his head with firm eyes, "it cannot change people's hearts and reverse the situation,"

"Even if they are powerful enough to destroy the capital of Exeter, kill all the nobles of Exeter, and even threaten every Northlander with death, they will not be able to change the traditions of the Northland and the spirit of Exeter , unable to force people to change their minds, unable to destroy the truly precious things of this land."

Cohen rubbed his hair, his expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were filled with one word when he looked at Wyah—what?

Wyatt shrugged at him: I don't understand.

Not only them, Nicolai also frowned suspiciously:

"What do you want to say?"

Thales' pupils shrank.

"What I want to say is," the second prince said lightly, "don't confine your eyes to the pure power balance. The battle we are about to face is neither a gamble where two people fight each other, nor is it an operator on a chessboard. The counting game is not a fair duel of ancient knights."

"An army of one or two thousand people is nothing. They can't change the minds of the nobles of Dragon Clouds City, but the soldiers of Dragon Clouds City can overwhelm them with a single face-to-face encounter," Thales said calmly, while constantly thinking in his heart Doubts I once grasped: "Kaslan and Tuleha can kill any pawn at will, but even if they are tied together and multiplied by ten, the princes will not be able to make the princes willingly support Lunba as king, and they cannot make the already The truth of what happened becomes an illusion.”

"The Scarlet Witch seems to be very powerful, but without the power support attached to it, the eyes and ears of the dark room, including the secrets they hold, are nothing at all."

"Shadow Shield and Surriton sound terrifying, but they can only assassinate and spy secretly. What really supports their survival is power, and the conflicts and contradictions generated by power. Without power, they are like water." The fish are of no value."

"They are all just pawns of Rumba: the wise and resourceful Canbida, the brave and skilled Tuleha, the respected Kaslan, the all-pervasive Scarlet Witch, the well-connected Marquis of Shiles, and the forbidden Heisha army , " Speaking of which, Thales shook his head: "But we can't be fooled by these chips and chess pieces."

Raphael showed a faint smile: "Interesting."

What a familiar argument.

Miranda lowered her head, perhaps thinking.

Cohen opened his eyes wide and blinked three times in doubt: what's so interesting?

Thales took a deep breath, the look in his eyes was extremely serious and solemn:

"You know, none of these chess pieces can compare to the strongest, most terrifying, most powerful, and most unique chess piece on their chessboard."

The prince's voice sounded faintly: "Only that person is the biggest threat,"

"The real strong man, the strongest pawn in their camp."

No one spoke, and everyone seemed to be thinking—even Cohen.

Raphael rubbed his fingers, Miranda rubbed the hilt of the sword, Nicolai's eyes were still as cold as ice, and Michael looked at the little slippery man with deep meaning.

On the other hand, Putilei seemed to have forgotten to smoke, and let the pipe burn in his hand, only to see him tentatively: "You mean..."

Thales raised his eyes and pictured that terrifying opponent in his mind.

"Yes," he said in a daze, "an ambitious and daring hero."

Thales nodded calmly, but his eyes were full of fear and dignity: "Their strongest chess piece."

He said the name softly:

"Charmain Rumba."

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

"We can't be fooled by the appearance of other chess pieces," the prince said softly, "Just hit the key point directly, and everything else will be solved."

Thales quietly looked at the different gazes and expressions of the others, without saying a word.

Until Nicolai looked up suspiciously.

"You mean," the meteorite said in disbelief, "beheading?"

"I understand." Before Thales could react, Cohen slapped his forehead and his eyes lit up: "We will do our best to assassinate Lumbard?"

Hearing these two people's words, Thales almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He rolled his eyes, and suddenly remembered the words of High Priest Hom just now.

So, the prince tried his best to put on a calm look, and snorted softly, "You're not listening to me."

Cohen was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widening.

Nikolai looked like he had eaten a poop.

Thales let out a deep breath.

God.

No wonder...

It turned out that after saying this sentence, I looked at the ignorant and ignorant faces of others...

so pleasant.

After savoring the feeling for a while, Thales raised his eyebrows.

"I understand." Finally, Miranda grasped Thales's words keenly: "What you're thinking is not to confront his armament head-on, but to bypass the corners and directly shake the fundamental goal of Luba from the foundation? "

"Foiling his intentions?"

Putilai narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, the root of everything lies in Luba," the second prince smiled gratifiedly, and he said with a smile: "We will determine his intentions, and then find out his weaknesses."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"To put it lightly," Nikolai said dissatisfiedly, "What is Rumba's weakness? What is his goal? How do you frustrate him?"

Thales blinked: "I have a guess about this—to be verified."

"As for defeating him..."

"Since we are going to deal with their strongest chess pieces," Thales took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with fire, "Naturally, we should place our strongest chess pieces on the battlefield where both sides are the most unfamiliar, disadvantaged, and isolated. superior."

I saw Thales categorically saying: "Win or lose in one game."

Miranda frowned.

"Wait, you just said," the female swordsman asked suspiciously, "The strongest chess piece on our side?"

"you are right?"

Cohen glanced at the silent Raphael, then at Nicolai.

"Secret Division?" The security officer asked tentatively, "Or the Legendary Anti-Demon Armed Forces?"

Thales raised his eyebrows.

"You mean," Puttilai looked suspiciously at the little slippery head, causing the latter to be quite alarmed: "Walton's blood orphan? Dragon Clouds orthodox? But her gender..."

"The strongest chess piece," Nikolai lowered his arms, looked around, and asked doubtfully, "I am in the extreme realm?"

Taylor ignored the three guys, he let out a breath from his nose, suppressing his unhappiness.

"That's right," he said briskly, his eyes ignited with flames before the battle, just like he once faced the blood magician, "in our camp, the strongest chess piece..."

The second prince smiled and stretched out his right hand, tapped his chest, and called out a name:

"The name is Thales Canxing."