Kingdom’s Bloodline

Three days later, the southeast border of the Black Sand Territory.

Keen Karabyan propped up his "Bearer" sword, half-knelt on the ground in pain, and glanced at the two people on the snow in the distance.

Those were Raphael, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and Miranda, who was seriously injured and comatose.

hateful.

Cohen only felt the pain coming from between his ribs. The opponent's sword strokes were merciless.

Puttil was right.

It is extremely dangerous for them to stay in the North.

But he missed one thing.

That is, their enemies are not limited to Heisha collar.

And the blizzard and snow...

besides……

Cohen raised his head with difficulty, looked at the enemy in front of him, and looked at the sneer on the opponent's mouth.

And him.

that young man.

The one who belonged to the "Sword of Disaster", was defeated by Cohen in the narrow alley, and was saved by Raphael.

"It's shameful," Cohen said, dying. "Compared to your teacher, you are a scumbag."

"I'm not qualified to be a swordsman at all..."

"Even as the sword of disaster, it's too bad..."

On their way back to Xingchen in a hurry, nothing happened all the way until they were attacked by an inexplicable sneak attack...

Cohen looked at the smug young man, then at Raphael and Miranda who were unconscious, and clenched his fists hard.

In the distance, a stumbled horse was whining in the snow.

"Ah, who let me bump into you, and you happened to be seriously injured."

The young Northland man squinted his eyes, shaking the weapon in his hand as if in an alley: "Just consider yourself unlucky."

"As for my teacher,

Hey, he won't know about this scene. "

Cohen stood up with difficulty, but the pain in his hand in the Palace of Heroes was far from healed, making him almost unable to hold his sword steadily.

No……

Raphael's situation is far more serious than expected...

Miranda's injury should not be underestimated...

The sergeant gritted his teeth.

Now it's just me...

"Oh," the young man from the Sword of Disaster laughed, and glanced at Miranda: "That girl looks good."

hateful!

Cohen punched the snow hard enough to nearly crush his teeth.

"ah!"

In the next second, the security officer roared and mobilized the few remaining Stars of Glory, and once again launched a continuous offensive.

In the snow, the shadows of the young man and the police officer were instantly separated.

"clang!"

Cohen spat out a bigger mouthful of blood and fell powerlessly to the ground.

The saber was dropped.

He has reached his limit.

Especially the back, whether it was hit hard by Kaslan or thrown hard by Tuleha, the damage caused to Cohen was far more terrible than expected.

Make him powerless to fight back.

No.

"Where's your prestige in Longxiao City, big guy? What about your proud stabbing swordsmanship?"

"I forgot to thank you." The young man glanced at the torn sleeve in his hand and laughed loudly, "In return for giving me so many 'gifts' in the city."

The security officer felt the pierced arm, felt the unscrupulous pain of the violent finishing force in his muscles, and only felt anger in his heart.

"And this desolate man," the young man glanced at Raphael with disgust, "because of his northern background in secret science..."

The young man spat, and then turned his attention to Miranda with interest.

"Hey! Stay away from them!" Cohen slammed his fist on the snow and shouted angrily, "Come at me!"

"You xx xx xxx bastard!"

From Walla to Westland, and then to Northland, Cohen angrily stuffed all the dirty words he had learned into this sentence.

I just hope to irritate the opponent, make him...

"Don't worry."

"Guess." The young man's eyes turned cold, but he stretched his neck and licked his lips without being offended at all. "What will I do with this beautiful girl... You will definitely be impressed."

"This is for you to remember," the young man walked to Miranda's side, showing both anger and a smile: "When you mess with the wrong person..."

Cohen, who couldn't move, watched the young man walking towards Miranda in a demonstration with remorse, feeling hopeless.

he can't do anything...

no matter what……

Cohen lay down in the snow in pain, never hating his incompetence so much for a moment.

No.

No!

at this moment.

"Whoosh!" There was a rapid piercing sound.

The young man's face changed, he turned around suddenly, and the sword light exploded in front of him!

"Ding!"

The half-sword in his hand hit a weapon in the air, making a sharp sound of metal collision.

The weapon flying in mid-air was easily knocked away by the young man, and fell powerlessly.

It was a short knife with a strange curvature.

Cohen, who was lying on the ground, stared blankly at the knife and forgot to react for a moment.

That knife...

"A poor sneak attack, is it your helper?" The young man curled his mouth and looked around, searching for the sneak attacker.

What are you doing.

This level of sneak attack is too simple...

But in the next second, the young man's face changed.

From the blade of the knife he blocked, there was a strange vibration in an instant.

The shock penetrated deeply into his body, making half of his body numb.

The young man wanted to raise his right arm, but found that his right hand was already unable to move.

He panicked.

No.

This shock.

What is it...

He has no chance to regret it.

"call……"

With the howling of the wind, a graceful figure stepped on astonishing steps, broke through the wind and snow, and killed him in an instant!

In the white snow, the knife light suddenly appeared!

In the weird numbness, the young man mustered all his strength to deflect the sword edge to the position where the enemy attacked.

But it didn't work.

The dexterous enemy just turned slightly sideways in the air before stepping aside from the sword.

Then cut it out with a knife.

"laugh!"

The young man who had no power of resistance opened his eyes in disbelief, watching the other party's knife cut into his neck.

"Although they all hold swords, but in comparison," the enemy said in a pleasant voice, pushing his body and pulling out the blade: "You are really worthless."

"Even green skin can't compare to it."

"Scum."

Warm arterial blood spurted from the young man's neck.

In the endless fear, the young man's eyes were fixed.

At that moment, panicked, he saw the knife in the opponent's hand again.

It was a knife with a skewed angle from the tip to the handle, shaped like a dog's leg.

Such a knife...

if.

If only I could react...

If I can display my strength...

But there are no more ifs.

He fell limply, his blank eyes just meeting Cohn's shocked expression.

The security officer stared blankly at the slender figure crouching down in the wind and snow, inserting two knives into the boots.

Then walk towards him step by step.

"puff!"

A pair of thick snow boots buckle in front of his eyes.

Looking up, there is a pair of long legs that are also wrapped in thick clothes.

Cohen raised his head in a daze.

The other party squatted down slowly, and she took off her thick fur hat, revealing a head of neat brown hair.

Cohen couldn't say anything, he just blinked, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Ha" the other party waved the fur hat in his hand to fan the wind, and breathed out helplessly.

The girl in front of her pushed the goggles up on her forehead, and there were red marks pressed by the frames around her eyes.

She has a few strands of hair attached to her forehead, which looks a bit playful, her nose and face are dotted with fine and crystal clear beads of sweat, her face is rosy, and she looks quite healthy.

It's also quite delicious. Cohen doesn't know why he came up with this idea.

"The old guy is not right at all. How can it be so cold in the north? After running for a few laps, he was sweating..."

While complaining about someone unhappily, she revealed a pair of piercing eyes, looking curiously at the dying Cohen like a puppy on the side of the road.

"Yo, lost boy..."

The female bartender in the underground street, who was dressed thickly but still did not lose her style, imitated the rules in the security hall, and saluted the security officer with a very non-standard courtesy as if joking:

"We meet again."

Yala Saridon, who was crouching in front of him, curled the corners of her mouth and said so with a smile.

silence.

Cohen still stared blankly at each other, without saying a word.

As if he was born this way.

Seeing his appearance, Yala scratched her hair helplessly and blinked her eyes.

Was he beaten stupid?

The next moment, the security officer looked blankly at the two companions in the distance.

fortunately……

fortunately……

He let out a breath of relief.

It was as if all the shackles were released instantly.

Cohen closed his red eyes tightly, his face contorted into a ball, and he dunked his face heavily into the snow, or rather, into Yara's boots.

His shoulders twitched and he let out a sob.

Yala was taken aback.

"Hey, don't cry!" The female bartender with a head as big as a bucket recalled how many times she took care of the injured puppy on the side of the road, while frantically pressing Cohen's shoulder and stroking his back like a model, Incoherent: "Oh well, well, I know, I helped you kill the villain and saved your friends at the last moment, and you are very touched now, and you can't wait to buy me a lifetime of wine to show your gratitude, but Now this occasion..."

Hearing this, Cohen felt even more sour when he thought of the desperate situation just now.

"Ah..." Instead of restraining himself, he began to cry loudly.

Ever since, Yala's furious roar exploded in the air.

"Ahhh!"

"Don't wipe your tears with my clothes, you bastard!"

After a while, looking at Cohen, who was covered in bruises and confused, Yala sighed softly after calming down.

She looked at the snow slope in front of her, with hesitation in her eyes.

But Yala looked at the man and woman walking with Cohen again, and couldn't help scratching her hair.

Finally, she shook her head.

Yala's face darkened.

That's all.

Already found many hillsides.

It seems that this information is mostly false.

It should still fail.

Moreover, if there is this green skin in...

It should be more convenient to find someone, right?

"Forget it, come with me if you can still walk." Thinking of this, Yala patted Cohen on the back carelessly, "I know, there is a hunter's cabin shared by the Star People and the Northlanders nearby. There are some supplies, so you can take a rest."

Cohen pulled himself together and looked at the strange girl vaguely: "What?"

"Hey, let's say it in advance," the female bartender lowered her head to meet the police officer's eyes, and said viciously:

"I have to pay for it!"

What Cohen and Yala didn't know was that on the other side of the snow slope, in the needle forest hundreds of meters away, a group of people wrapped in thick clothes were waiting quietly.

One of the thirteen generals in the Black Street Brotherhood, "Thunder Axe" Ostrup looked at the sky and frowned slightly.

"Half an hour has passed since the scheduled time," Ostrup said dissatisfiedly, "They didn't show up, neither the old ghost nor the proud boy."

Several fraternity members who were walking with him also spoke out impatiently, agreeing with his words.

"Hmph, maybe they're used to working with the Blood Bottle Gang," one of them shook his head disdainfully: "They probably don't like inferior people like us."

At the front of the line, a middle-aged man with scars on his face turned his head, his eyes were sharp and frightening.

As he turned his head, everyone fell silent.

"Wait a little longer, this is one of the secret passages that Prince Horace specially opened up in the Forest of Needles in order to sneak around and attack Exeter," said the Brotherhood's arms smuggling tycoon, "Iron Heart" Sandalaro. Da Leng said coldly: "Now it's extremely cold in the north again, and the vision is not good. They may not be able to find this way."

Thanks to the tense relationship between Xingchen and Exeter, otherwise, it would not be easy to find such an opportunity.

Ostrup sighed and looked behind him.

There were a dozen or so children bound by thick ropes, shivering in one place.

Ostrup frowned: he saw one of the cowering children had a broken hand, and the other, a more handsome young girl, still had a scar on her face.

These things...

Ostrup walked up to Rhoda, glanced at the others, and told them to stay away.

"Just relying on the remaining disabled goods from the beggars." Lei Ax turned around and looked at his boss dissatisfied: "They also like it?"

"It's better to let that fat man Morris..."

Rhoda slightly bent the corner of his mouth, making the scar on his face even more hideous.

"This is just the first negotiation. These goods are our cooperation sincerity. They don't lack weapons or channels. What they lack is manpower," Rhoda said flatly, "And Morris won't agree."

Austin showed a puzzled expression.

He looked at the group of children, and the slightly older boy inside made him uncomfortable: that look was quite disrespectful.

"Do we have to hide from other people in the meeting and cooperate with them?"

As a rising star that Rhoda is more optimistic about, Austru has a lot of right to speak. This young man tentatively questioned: "Including... him?"

Rhoda seemed to glance at him meaningfully.

"Don't get me wrong, I still admire Black Sword."

"Without him, we would not be where we are today," the notorious munitions boss said slowly, "but their thinking is too old, whether it is Lancer or Morris, they are still getting bigger and bigger, and have penetrated into the city. The fraternity in the corner is run as a mercenary company."

More than that.

Rhoda said silently: They are still living in the past.

Trying to summon the soul for the bloody color of the year.

But we cannot live in the past.

Have to look farther.

Prepare for the storm that will come sooner or later.

"But the times are changing," Luo Da said slowly, "When the nobles who rely on the manor to make a living have to come to the city to make a living, when the merchants with rich copper coins can also become the nobles of the kingdom, so will our brotherhood. It's time for a change."

"We can't stop at being as simple as gangsters, nor can we become servants of nobles like the Blood Bottle Gang."

Austru's expression stopped for a second.

"But," he said somewhat unconfidently, "we just..."

Rhoda raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were terrifying.

Let Austru pause slightly.

"We are countless dilapidated merchants, countless desperate craftsmen, countless landless farmers, countless desperadoes forced by life, and humble people in countless cities. We are the opposite of those noble-born 'decent people' , is a dark undercurrent composed of countless low-class people who have neither power nor influence."

Rhoda pulled out a frightening smile: "But since decent commoner merchants and vulgar country nobles can form a group, occupy a place in the state council, and use the majesty of the king to fight against the great nobles."

"Then why do we have to nest in the gutter and fight over the leftovers left by the big shots?"

"We have to take the long view."

"So you have to prepare in advance even if you have to hide it from others."

"Only when the opportunity to change destiny comes, we can seize the opportunity."

An opportunity to change fate?

Austro lowered his head, suppressing the puzzlement in his heart: "But why them?"

"The group of traitors who were kicked out? Still unclear about our sworn enemy?"

Rhoda stared.

"It's not as simple as they don't understand," Luo Da said indifferently: "More than a hundred years ago, if there was no Calamity Sword, there would be no Blood Bottle Gang."

Our old rival...

It's not just as simple as a gangster.

He slowly raised his right hand and stroked the iron glove on it.

Austin looked puzzled.

"Before the Bloody Year, I was Prince Horace's messenger, and I learned a lot of disturbing things." Rhoda showed a dignified look: "Do you think, as a group of traitors, why the 'Sword of Disaster' Want to call it this name?"

Ostrup was slightly taken aback: "In the name of the disaster that once destroyed the world? I have seen the drama of the Temple of the Night, maybe this sounds more scary?"

Rhoda laughed coldly.

"If," Rhoda exhaled softly, looking at his students with deep eyes, "if this name is not just for scaring..."

"And what about the deep meaning?"

Austro was stunned.

After another quarter of an hour, there was still no one on the opposite snow slope.

The snowstorm is getting bigger and bigger.

Rhoda's complexion became increasingly ugly.

"Let's go," finally, the arms boss let out a breath of anger, "It seems that they will not come."

Ostrup looked unhappy: "Then what about our cooperation?"

Rhoda sneered, "It's okay."

After all, it's not just their family...

Holds the key that can overturn the world.

He turned around and walked into the dense needle forest.

Austru snorted softly and told the brothers to drag the group of frozen children back to the warehouse.