Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales sighed angrily.

The next moment, the sand scorpion realized that the destruction of the lair was not the worst thing.

Above it, Thales had a ferocious face, held up his cane, and pressed the scorpion hard, fighting fiercely.

Finally, Thales swallowed his dry throat painfully and made up his mind.

He took out the JC, cut off the scorpion's tail thorn first, and ended its life with one knife in its frenzied struggle.

"The desert god has no disaster, the desert god has no forgiveness," he picked up the heroic sand scorpion, held it up in front of his eyes with an ugly expression, and said to himself as if comforting himself:

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

The scorpion of heroes who saved the Canxing royal family and the Star Kingdom——he added in his mind.

Strangely, Thales felt a lot lighter after saying these words.

Probably because he hadn't spoken and communicated for a long time, he looked at the twitching scorpion unconsciously, and actually had a feeling: they were communicating.

Thinking of this, Thales reacted with a jolt.

He didn't dare to think any more, closed his eyes tightly, and bit the sand scorpion tightly into his mouth with pain and difficulty.

"Crackling—"

Fuck!

With the first bite, Thales twisted his face in pain.

The magical taste and aroma entered his sensory nerves through the taste buds of his tongue and the friction of his teeth.

"Crackling—"

Second bite.

Fat, juicy, crisp, chewy, and life-saving—Thales was thinking about these words desperately, forgetting the strange taste in his mouth, and biting the two exposed scorpion claws into his mouth.

"Crackling—"

It feels like a stinky husk.

Well, as you chew, slices of salty juice explode from the inside.

It fills the mouth and seeps into the throat.

"Wow--"

And... soft meat that also tastes weird.

Well, shouldn't he gut it first?

Finally, resisting the urge to twitch his stomach, Thales swallowed the "thing" in his mouth convulsively.

Feeling the strange feeling in his abdomen, Thales wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a "huh".

He raised his head, expressionless, and looked at the heartless and emotionless desert again.

hehe.

Now... he is also part of the desert food chain.

Thales thought sadly.

Once there was the first time, there will be the second time: Thales looked for rocks in the sand, and drove out a shivering Mr. (or Ms.) light-colored spider.

He frowned, still cut off its head cruelly, put the whole thing into his mouth, and chewed it.

"Zi la..."

Hmm - the texture and taste seem to be okay?

If it bites its belly...

"puff--"

...

I was wrong.

I shouldn't have thought that way.

I was really wrong.

Thales was in tears,

swallowed it down.

A few hours later, in a slightly cooler evening, Thales set off again.

This time, his steps were much lighter.

until the next resting point.

Thales caught an innocent lizard with a big belly in a poorly concealed hole.

This time, he happily gutted it. Since it was night, a fire had to be lit, so Thales enjoyed a handful of grilled lizard meat.

After the meal, his hunger slowly subsided.

In fact, Thales still misses the taste of raw food.

The moment he ate the scorpion, Thales felt: he seemed to be different.

It was as if he was instantly accepted by the place.

such a pity……

Thales rubbed his stomach and shook his head regretfully.

That rattlesnake from a few days ago...

How did you let it run away?

The problem of food is solved - as long as you don't care about enjoyment and taste, the resilience of human beings is far beyond your imagination.

In a slightly better mood and with the same loneliness, he closed his eyes on the night of the fourth day.

But soon, on the morning of the fifth day, Thales had to face a new problem.

His water is not enough.

Thales was anxious as he shook the leather water bag that could no longer pour a drop of water.

what to do?

Using stones to collect dew at night wouldn't do the trick—at least not for a day.

As for the water source... Thales tried to dig down to the root of a plant yesterday, but even though he dug two meters deep enough to bury himself alive, there was still only sand, and it was cooler at best.

Instead, he sweated a lot.

How ironic.

To be honest, Thales was fully prepared for the possible high temperature after entering the desert, but the fact is that the prince who was exposed to the sun did not worry about the heat or be knocked down by heat stroke, but worried about drinking water.

Thales touched his chapped lips and began to frown.

source of water.

He had to find a new source of water... With such a heavy heart, Thales continued on the road against the rising sun.

Soon, the symptoms of dehydration appeared on his body.

Thales' mouth was getting drier, and he felt that every step he took took a huge amount of energy.

He insisted on breathing through his nose - Griveaux had told him before leaving that this would retain the necessary moisture for him.

His mood is getting flatter and duller.

So thirsty.

Thales thought in confusion.

Every cell in his body is protesting against his master's exploitation.

So thirsty.

think……

Drink water.

water.

But not long after, when the sun rose to a tricky angle again, Thales' hands softened, one of them failed to hold him, and he half-kneeled on the ground!

He began to feel dizzy.

An alarm sounded in the prince's heart immediately.

Oops.

Dehydration?

Or heatstroke?

Thales shook his head vigorously to wake himself up.

Anyway, he needs a rest.

You can no longer linger in the sun, wasting energy and water.

He raised his head and squinted at the vicious sun.

Thales was sleepy and thirsty.

But he knew that he couldn't just sit and rest at this moment, the gravel under the sun was extremely hot, and increasing the contact area with the sand would only make him lose water faster.

Need to...find the next resting spot...

Thales thought in a daze, and took the next step.

step.

Another step.

Every step is like a thousand weights.

His throat was burning.

The mouth is rubbing.

My whole body is weakening.

But he can't stop.

can't stop.

In this way, Thales stumbled to the next resting point - a shade under the dry willow, avoiding the scorching sun.

He took a short rest and regained his strength in the shade.

Thales even began to seriously consider whether he should live on his own urine.

But at this moment, Thales raised his head.

He was on a high slope overlooking the plains below.

He froze.

At the end of the horizon, in the distance of vision, a ray of light appeared.

That is……

The prince stared blankly into the distance, seeing the wave light reflected in his field of vision, his heart trembled uncontrollably.

That is……

lake?

Thales stood up abruptly!

He couldn't help but enter the senses of hell, and confirmed the distance in the vision.

That's right.

It's the reflection of the lake!

Ahead, there is a lake!

There is water!

The prince, who survived a desperate situation, suppressed the excitement in his heart.

But he couldn't even wait for the sun to fully set before setting off impatiently.

According to his experience in the past few days, although he is within sight, it takes at least an hour to walk for such a long distance.

One hour.

It only takes an hour.

Thales took a deep breath, took a step forward, swung his cane, and walked towards his hope.

One step, two steps...

Fifty steps, one hundred steps...

One thousand steps, one thousand five hundred steps...

Over a dune, and another dune.

A bush, another bush!

Soon, soon!

Seeing that the goal was getting closer and closer, Thales became more and more excited.

Water, water, water!

Omg lol.

He is saved.

Thales laughed in his heart, his mood fluctuated.

There is no disaster in the desert.

Moshen is safe from disaster!

He thought: Yes, the desert never brings disasters without a reason.

Raphael is right, the weak are afraid of disasters, in the desert, only by abandoning the weak, can, can...

ability...

ability?

But Thales gradually became anxious.

He didn't know how long he had been gone.

But he has a sense of the number of steps he takes.

It seems... It's been more than an hour, right?

Thales gritted his teeth, licked the bloody smell on his dry lips, and insisted on moving forward.

He began to feel sore and aching all over.

Even numb.

But he can't stop.

Thales stared at the water source in front of him, desperately moving forward.

can't stop.

Why haven't you arrived yet?

Finally, the sun slowly sank, and dusk came.

The surroundings became shady.

Thales panted hard, supporting his body amid bouts of dizziness.

But his mood also cooled down.

without him.

In his field of vision...

The water source in front of him, the lake in front of him, the hope in front of him...

Disappeared.

sand.

Only sand.

Thales trembled, looking at the empty scene on the horizon in front of him.

He trembled, and shook his head vigorously, only feeling that his eyes began to blur.

The sluggish prince came to his senses in an instant.

What he saw during the day, what he thought about in his heart, what he tried his best to get there...

Not a lake.

That's not a lake.

It's a mirage.

Or: Mirage.

The next moment, the prince's eyes went dark and he fell down in the desert.

Lost consciousness.

into deep darkness.

[Mr. Wu, for this accident, we have already completed the evidence collection... We have studied the surveillance video of that day... and the scene, including possible brake marks and witnesses, everything is evidenced...]

[We are still reviewing her medical records, including her mental state, so I am here to take a record with you today, but you'd better be mentally prepared...]

[No, no, Mr. Wu, please don't get excited, after all, you are still in the hospital bed...Maybe, we just said, there is a possibility, everything is still under investigation...]

I don't know how long it has been.

It feels like a lifetime.

Or... for a moment?

[Maybe, I mean maybe, Mr. Wu, your girlfriend, she took you for a drive that day, maybe to... yes to...]

[Suicide. 】

In the next second, Thales was shocked!

"ah!"

He took a quick breath, shouted loudly, and woke up from the boundless darkness!

Heart palpitations.

"Ooh, ooh!"

"Take it easy, kid, you're seriously dehydrated," a fussy male voice came to my ears: "Kan, Kahn, come on!"

"He's awake!"

Thales opened his eyes tremblingly, and what he saw was a dazzling fire.

and the hustle and bustle of people around.

now it is night?

The weak Thales thought in a daze.

As he woke up, the bustle around him grew louder: jesting, noise, conversation.

It gave him a headache.

A long, narrow face squeezed into view.

It was a red-haired man in leather armor with freckles on his face. He looked to be in his twenties, and he was a little dirty. His eyes were moving around, which was quite funny: "My God! I just knew it." You will live..."

The red-haired man was elated, and rubbed Thales' face vigorously, making the latter dizzy again: "Kan, we can come and talk to him about the reward for saving lives..."

"Get out of the way, fast rope, don't shake him anymore!" An old male voice came from afar, with a dissatisfied tone.

"You're not helping."

The owner of this voice seemed quite majestic, and with his words, the surrounding noise gradually diminished.

The man named Kuaisheng didn't touch him anymore.

The old voice came again: "Here, drink."

Thales felt that his head was lifted up, and a hard object was stuffed into his mouth.

The moisture in his mouth puzzled him slightly.

etc.

water.

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

It's water!

He struggled subconsciously, grabbed the water bag with both hands, and desperately sucked the liquid inside.

Gulu, Gulu, Gulu...

Thales was like a lunatic, clutching the water bag in his hand.

God.

water, water!

He has never felt like this for a moment: water is a gift from heaven.

"Slow down, take one bite at a time," the majestic and mature voice was very gentle, supporting his back while gently holding the water bag, controlling the speed at which Thales drank water:

"You just recovered, you can't drink too fast."

Finally, after a few minutes, Thales let go of the water bag and leaned back exhausted.

He saw clearly the owner of the mature voice: a rough-faced bald man in his thirties, with fine stubble and a leather armor like "Quick Rope", with deep eyes, looking thoughtfully at he.

"Thank you, thank you." Thales said weakly and with difficulty.

Only then did he react: he was rescued.

He didn't die in the desert.

Under the night, the bald man named Kahn smiled under the light of the fire: "Very well, you look much better."

at this moment.

"Hey, Big Kahn!" A sharp voice tore through the air out of thin air, as if a clean freak saw a cockroach.

There was commotion again.

The third voice sounded quite slippery and old-fashioned, and it came from a long distance, with a slight dissatisfaction in the tone: "I heard that you picked up trash on the road again——I solemnly protest you, although I respect you , but you have to understand the risks of this journey and prioritize our safety..."

Thales frowned slightly, and he saw: the red-haired man named Quick Rope, who was the first to enter Thales' sight, sighed.

He said bitterly to the bald Kahn: "Oh, my God, it's Sipp—that profiteer, here he is again."

The bald Kahn raised his head and frowned slightly.

"I'm going to negotiate with him."

"And you are optimistic about him, Quick Rope," Kahn said lightly, with an inexplicable sense of security in his mature voice, "wait for Luisa and Old Hammer to come back to change shifts."

Kahn stood up, and Thales noticed that this man was a burly man, and his oblique belt was full of tools, ranging from knives to ropes.

His back left the scope of the fire, and went towards the sharp voice.

Thales struggled to get up and leaned against the luggage behind him.

He looked around and was surprised to find that the fire in front of them was not the only one. There were several bonfires around them, each surrounded by many people. Some of them were covered in gadgets, and some were sitting in a pile of sundries, dancing and talking about something.

Many people looked towards him curiously.

On the outside, more than 20 camels rested on their knees, happily chewing their mouths.

Thales stared blankly at this strange camp.

this……

He raised his head and looked at the red-haired and freckled young man named "Quick Rope" who was also staring at him with interest.

"Where am I?" Thales spoke with difficulty, feeling his tongue heavy.

Kuaisheng was slightly taken aback.

"Where?"

He scratched his freckled nose, then rolled his eyes, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, and rubbed it away from his hands: "Of course you are in the great desert!"

"Didn't you fall asleep?"

Looking at the sand in the hands of the fast rope, Thales' heart moved.

He is still in the desert.

But……

"So," Thales murmured, staring at the fast rope:

"who are you?"

Hearing this question, Kuai Sheng's eyes lit up, and the expression on his face changed drastically, several times in an instant.

"who are we?"

He seemed to be hesitating.

Thales looked at him suspiciously, urging him with his eyes.

After a while, Kuaisheng finally made up his mind, put away his hesitant face, and replied happily and decisively: "We..."

I saw the young Kuaisheng beaming with joy, and said something that surprised Thales:

"We are 'Sword Sellers'!"