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\u003eKingdom Blood

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Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of No Master Word Count: 10707

"Fine, if no one knows."

Amidst the collective silence of the merchants and the scolding of the mercenaries, Kandal looked around with an indifferent expression.

"Then let the duel begin as soon as possible."

Taylor's heart tightened.

Oops.

He clenched his fists, and his gaze was fixed on the blue-faced orc Durraman in the distance.

If things get worst...

If a duel cannot be avoided...

So how do I survive?

Thales took a deep breath, entered the sensory state of hell, and observed the enemy's situation, but a sudden "bang" came from outside the eardrum, which startled him.

It took Thales a few seconds to realize: it was the orcs searching for the caravan's goods in the distance.

On the barren land, his contest with the Meteorite and the Death Raven made the crime of Hell River significantly improved, and his sense of hell was also strengthened a lot.

But it is also because of this that Thales has learned a lesson: the senses of hell can bring extraordinary perception, but sometimes, overly sensitive perception is not necessarily a good thing.

When the countless information that was usually isolated from perception was instilled into his brain by the senses of hell, Thales was in chaos, and he couldn't tell the north from the south, such as the melee just now——In the senses of hell, twenty The sound of the orcs grinding their teeth a meter away was deafening, like a large group marching. It was often confused with the sound of knives and axes a meter away. The enemy's movements in the distance were clear, as if they were in front of them. Thales subconsciously raised his hand to resist, but ignored the sound of nearby enemies. An imminent threat.

It seems that everyone is envious of hearing and eyesight, but the real person involved has troubles that he can’t tell: slightly louder noise and brighter light will make Thales unbearable, overreaction, and perceptual deviation.

He needs time, needs practice, to get used to the new state again.

Thinking of this, Thales shook his head secretly: In the hazy memory of the previous life, those seniors who were reborn, opened up their meridians, but were able to skip the adaptation stage directly and use the upgraded new power to show off their might were probably born Superman Bar.

He tried to focus his slightly out-of-control hell sense on his dueling opponent, but he couldn't help frowning.

In the senses of hell, the fluctuations reflected in the vision of the orcs are not as diffuse as humans, but solid and thick.

At least in Durraman's body, Thales couldn't find any signs of light similar to the power of the end, but the young man watched the fluctuations of its muscles, bones and muscles, listened to the heavy breathing and strong heartbeat of the other party, and swallowed subconsciously. Take a sip.

But Thales has no doubt that this so-called holy guard, the blue-faced orc, can exert a power that most super-level fighters can't achieve even with the addition of finishing power.

No.

He silently came to a conclusion: just relying on the current self, the self who is still groping and adapting to the new power...

No chance.

not to mention...

Thales glanced at the other two holy guards with a headache.

"If he loses," the orc warlord Kandal stared at Thales closely, with a cold look in his eyes: "There is no need for you to live...Obviously, Moshen doesn't like you."

This made everyone nervous.

At this time, a strange feeling crept up Thales' heart.

He raised his head subconsciously.

wrong.

The prince silently said to himself: From the beginning, something is not right.

Where exactly?

What's wrong?

He turned his gaze and looked around.

At this moment, a timid male voice sounded in the crowd.

"I... I know..."

The prisoners frowned.

A trembling hand was raised.

"I know...I know why the stars sent troops...the great War Chief..."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

Kandal turned his head slightly.

"Look, I knew it," Kandal smiled contemptuously, and strode towards the other side: "As human beings, you are all lazy, and all you need is a little motivation."

Dean and Louisa frowned.

"What are you doing?"

Dean couldn't believe his eyes: "What could he know?"

A bald man curled up on the ground struggled to hold his belly, straightened his waist, ignored the dust on his body, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "If I told you, great war chief, you would Let me live?"

Kandal stopped in his tracks, lowered his head coldly, and looked directly at the owner of the caravan—Sep Tomdin.

"Depends on what you tell me."

Thales stared, endured the strange feeling in his heart, and guessed what Tomdin was going to say.

Could it be that……

The orc Durraman roared angrily, as if dissatisfied that the duel was delayed.

Tomdin, who was kneeling on the ground, shuddered, but his words saved Thales from immediate bad luck.

"They... More than ten days ago, I was chatting with my cousin in the Saber Camp. He was a standing army on the Western Front. Under Williams, he was the one..."

Kandal's eyes turned cold:

"I know who Williams is, to the point."

All the captives stared intently at the conversation between the two, feeling uneasy.

The orc's eyes seemed to have some kind of mysterious power, which made Tomdin tremble even more.

The businessman's speech speed continued to speed up, but his stammering became even worse: "My cousin, he, he told me, the big shots will soon, want, seal the border, so I was thinking, thinking of pulling the caravan out Smuggle, make some small money..."

Kandal suddenly stretched out his remaining left hand!

It grabbed Tomding's neck necklace tightly, pulled the paralyzed businessman from the ground, dragged his legs off the ground, and roared against his face with bloody mouth:

"Focus!"

The scream that Tomdin had just uttered was frightened back by the roar. 35xs

Looking at the ferocious orc face of the other party, Tomdin was like a field mouse facing a poisonous snake, with no way to escape.

A few seconds later, the businessman shook his teeth and said with a white face:

"Baron Wei-Wei-Williams told several officials and nobles in the room, and my cousin overheard... The big men went into the desert, as if they were going to hunt someone down..."

Hearing this, Thales' breathing suddenly stopped!

He looked as usual, trying not to look into the eyes of Dean and Louisa.

What does this Tomdin know?

Really bad.

Faced with the threat of a duel...

Thinking about the idea of ​​getting out again...

And the danger of being exposed...

Thales gritted his teeth: Is today a bad day?

He frowned slightly, and the uncontrollable hell senses fed back to the heartbeats of the two of them: the caravan owner was almost scared out of his wits, and Kandar looked ferocious, but his heartbeat was still calm—even though Thales didn't know this. Is it unique to orcs?

In the distance, the sounds of the orcs searching for loot came one after another, their rude actions and constant noise disturbed him.

That strange feeling is still there.

wrong.

What's wrong!

The boy's brows became tighter and tighter.

In Hell's Senses, the orcs in the camp are loud, and their rude whispers and rough movements seem close to our ears.

The strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

"Hunting someone?" Kandar thoughtfully, loosening his hands slightly.

"who?"

Tomdin shook his head violently.

This action made Kandal tighten his hand again.

It closed its mouth: "It seems that you need more motivation?"

Tomdin screamed, "No no no no - I don't know, I don't know, I don't know ahhh!"

With tears in his voice, he burst into tears: "I swear, I swear on the noble honor of my ancestors! I really don't know who they are going to hunt down!"

Dean and Louisa both sighed.

McGee, who was beaten to the ground, sneered disdainfully.

Kandal stared at Tomdin for a long time.

A few seconds later, the orc warchief looked at the snot and tears streaming down his hands in disgust, and then let go of his hands.

Tomdin fell back to the ground with a plop.

The owner of the caravan heaved a sigh of relief, sobbing and patting his chest:

"But, since they are as hateful as you said, and they don't leave any living things in the desert, then they must hate that man, just like they hate you..."

Kandal, who was shaking his hands, looked down.

Realizing that he might have said something wrong, Tomdin raised his hands tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it, I just, I just..."

But Kandal ignored his disrespect: "You said that the Kingdom of Stars has traveled all over the periphery of the desert just to hunt down someone?"

"This is what my cousin heard..."

Kandar snorted coldly: "Who is it? It is worth fighting on the western front of the entire kingdom... Killing bloody, corpses all over the field will not stop?"

At that moment, Thales was shocked!

I see!

The boy suddenly understood.

He understood, where did that strange feeling come from!

The prince's chest rose and fell, and his eyes changed drastically.

So here's the answer.

It is also their only chance to survive in the hands of these cruel and cunning orcs!

The question and answer between Kandal and Tomdin continued, but the prince had no heart to listen any more.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was on the other side, Taylor's mood lifted and his lips moved slightly.

"Dean," the boy tilted his head and whispered to the captives beside him, "Orcs, they are searching for your goods."

"Of course they love human trophies."

Dean was a little worried and hesitant. He glanced at Kandal who was interrogating Tomdin from the corner of his eyes: "Listen, Wyah, it will never let us go, so you..."

Thales shook his head.

"No, Dean, listen to me: they're scavenging, but they're scavenging for valuables, and they're scrambling for food, water, even medicine."

Dean frowned.

"What?"

The bald mercenary asked strangely: "How do you know?"

Hearing the movement in his ear, Thales paused slightly: "I listen... I was the last one to see. They are all looking for necessary supplies."

Looking for supplies...

Dean thought about it.

On the other side, Tomdin was scared and cried again by the orc.

"Dean," Thales continued softly: "We just took up arms to resist, at most a dozen people, and according to the war chief, they only lost a few people, right..."

Dean curled his lips: "What?"

"But they... there are dozens or hundreds of them, but almost half of them are wounded," Thales pouted at the rows of orcs: "Including the war chief himself, his armor also has dried blood and fresh blood. wear and tear."

Dean's eyes froze in mid-air.

"Luisa said that for the sake of concealment and surprise attack, they deliberately disarmed and attacked lightly, but what if, if they didn't deliberately lightly armor... but were forced?"

The bald mercenary lifted his spirits: "You mean..."

"Their condition is not as good as I said, Dean," Thales said with a flame of hope in his eyes: "They have experienced a battle not long ago, traveling lightly, lacking food and clothing..."

"They are... fleeing for their lives."

At that moment, the atmosphere between the two was different.

The dark night seemed to be much brighter.

Dean was silent for a while.

"That means..."

Thales nodded: "We just need to find a way to get them..."

He didn't finish.

Because in the next moment—

"boom--"

A loud noise like thunder fell suddenly, shaking everyone in place!

Regardless of orcs or humans, regardless of merchants or mercenaries, regardless of war chiefs or princes, at this moment, they all turned their heads in panic and turned to the direction of the loud noise.

In the thick night, a terrible fire was burning in a camp not far away. The fire was so high that it even spread into the air, a full ten meters away!

The fire illuminates the sand dunes in all directions, which is extremely conspicuous in the night sky.

Thales and Dean stared blankly at the flames in the distance, and looked at each other.

"Kandal..." Yaku, one of the holy guards, looked at the burning camp in astonishment, took off his black bow suddenly, and said something anxiously to the war chief.

"Hula—" War Chief Kandal yelled at it, but it still turned its head and waved its arms.

Yaku nodded, and led a dozen orc warriors to check.

It turned around, grabbed Tomdin who was also pale with fright, pointed at the flames and said angrily, "What's going on!"

"I, I, I..."

Tomdin waved his hands desperately, trying to show his innocence and cooperation.

"In the Saber Sand Dunes, the army has been mobilized frequently these days, and the scale is very large. The management is a bit loose due to the busy schedule." Yongshi Oil Refining, your subordinates may be robbing—I mean—accidentally rummaging through..."

"A little bit?" McGee, who was lying on the ground watching the fire on the sand, repeated sarcastically.

Kandal looked at the flames, then at Tomdin, his expression was angry, his cheeks twitched, and the upper and lower rows of teeth were about to bite each other.

"You may not know much about the characteristics of eternal oil, and their quantity may be more than 'a tiny bit'..."

Looking at the big fire, Tomdin forgot the horror of the orcs for a moment, and said heartbrokenly: "So, if we want to put it out, we should use a lot of sand..."

Howling, Kandal threw down the hapless Tomdin.

Sure enough, a minute later, the orc Yaku came back with a dozen or so warriors in disgrace. With a serious expression, he shook his head at the ugly Kandar.

Kandal growled unwillingly.

The war chiefs turned around and gave orders in their language, and many lightly armed orcs immediately moved into action and scattered around the camp.

The flames are still burning.

"It seems that Tomdin's insatiable greed and daring still helped." Dean narrowed his eyes and whispered: "They are retreating...Your guess is right, we have a chance."

Thales pursed his lips.

In the unexpected chaos, Kandal seemed to have finally remembered the group of human captives.

"It's a pity," the orc warchief turned to them, stroking the sharp iron fork on his wrist coldly: "It's going to end early."

"I still want to chat with you all for a while."

The faces of the prisoners changed suddenly.

Kandal snorted softly, and looked at Thales, whose black face was illuminated by the overlapping light and shadow of the flames, making it even more ferocious: "You know, Saika, I really want to see how you will face Durraman. How do you react..."

Durraman roared, and the mace hit the ground heavily.

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

Not good.

The war chief of the orcs walked forward slowly, looking straight at Thales: "Especially, I just figured out a lot of things..."

At this moment, in the sky beyond the desert, a bunch of sparks rose from the ground, making a shrill and sharp sound!

"call out--"

Bright, piercing.

Everyone, including Kandal, subconsciously looked in the direction of the sparks.

A few seconds later, at the place where the sparks appeared, on the other side of the dune, several faint voices came from afar:

"Puff——Puff——Puff—"

Dull, low-key, hasty, but quite rhythmic.

Getting closer.

Almost at the same time, on the other side of the dune, an orc warrior shouted suddenly: "Clury—"

The violent shouting stopped abruptly before it finished, and turned into a cry of pain: "Naaaaaah—"

Before Thales could react, the faces of the orcs present all changed drastically!

The soldier's cry of pain has not disappeared.

But Kandar has roared and turned sharply towards his warriors!

The war chief of the tribe did not have any hesitation. It threw away its majestic and powerful arms, and with the loudest voice since it appeared, it roared and ordered: "Musa!"

In the next second, faster than the blink of an eye, all the orc warriors roared and unsheathed their weapons, took big strides under the leadership of Yaku and Lusanna, formed a team consciously, and started running!

Except for the orc Durraman, who pointed at Thales in the captive emotionally and said something to Kandal.

This orc who had a blood feud with Thales seemed to have made up his mind to settle the grudge here.

Thales' heart sank.

"Don't worry," Dean beside him said calmly, "I've made an agreement with Luisa, we'll find a chance to fight back."

But his consolation didn't work—because Kandar yelled angrily more than Durraman, and even punched the holy guard mercilessly.

In the end, Durraman gave Thales a resentful look, and joined his companions.

The captives stood in the center of the arena, looking in amazement at the busy orcs with frenzied faces, and ran past them in groups and rows, running in the opposite direction to the sparks!

They had little time to take care of the captives.

"How..." This is Louisa who was surprised.

The next scene reveals the answer.

On the sand dunes not far from them, a tall figure flitted across the gravel, broke through the dark night, and appeared under the light of the fire.

That is a knight.

A horse, alone, in stirrups, reins in hand.

With swift hoofbeats, he clung to the horse's back freely, heaved up and down while galloping, and rushed down the sand dunes.

Two orc sentries on the dunes saw the knight.

They shouted angrily, raised their terrifying weapons, stepped on amazing steps, and drove their majestic bodies, rushing towards the intruder!

Ignoring the approaching threat, the mounted rider simply arched his body and galloped forward.

The two sides are getting closer.

until they face each other.

The fury of the orcs was full of hatred: a heavy hammer and a big knife cut a dangerous arc in their hands, with terrifying power and the howling of death, they were about to cut the horse's belly open.

Thales was startled.

But the knight whistled softly.

At that moment, the mount under his crotch turned around nimbly, stepped on the horse's hooves, and barely turned around before the weapon reached him!

The moment the knight turned around, the sharp-eyed Thales saw the pattern on his robe:

a crow.

A dark blue crow with one wing.

The knight narrowly avoided the interception of the orcs, and staggered the two deadly weapons.

But it's not over.

I saw a light and sharp spear accurately protruding from the horse and piercing the neck of the first orc.

Amid the roar of the two orcs, the knight's spear point was retracted as soon as it was released, and it flew far away with the superb horsemanship, leaving only a cloud of blood of the enemy behind.

And a few inches of ponytail.

"This symbol is the crowwhistle light cavalry of the Cromar family," said Old Hammer, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart. "It is the second commando of the famous Raven Guard—"Thundercrow"!"

Thales' heart moved: The Chromar family...

The Cromar family?

Somewhat familiar...

The orc whose neck was pierced howled incessantly. It stepped on terrifying heavy steps, regardless of the blood spilled, and together with its companions, chased after the knight.

But they can't catch up.

The rider turned in an arc, farther and farther down the dunes, faster and faster.

Finally, the orc whose neck was pierced ran a considerable distance, almost dyeing the sand red, and fell limp.

Before the last blood was shed, the orc's tenacious life supported it, and raised its blade against the erratic back of the knight.

But its blade is too short.

not enough.

As it thought so, its thick arms trembled in the air for a moment, before finally hanging down feebly.

Never move again.

Under the sand dunes, War Chief Kandal watched his warriors fall from afar, screaming in grief and anger.

The orcs shouted in unison, venting their hatred.

"Hey! The bastards of Cracking Rock, I haven't seen you for two days!"

The first human knight looked at the burning camp not far away, looked at the angry orcs below, and stopped the horse.

He stopped on the sand dune, and the laughter came from afar, reaching the ears of every orc: "The 'Holy Day' is not here yet, let's have a bonfire party now..."

"Isn't it too early?"

Another orc sentinel howled horribly and rushed towards the knight.

It didn't make it to the end.

"Puff——Puff——"

The second knight rushed from the other side of the dune, flashed a saber when the orc turned his head, and passed it.

Amidst Kandar's mournful roar, the head of the second orc flew high with unwilling and resentful eyes.

The captives were silent, and the orcs shouted in grief and indignation.

Thales stared blankly at this scene, watching the ferocious orcs die in battle one after another.

Kandal's roar became more and more urgent.

Under his order, nearly a hundred orcs quickly divided into two parts:

Nearly twenty orcs stepped forward with astonishing momentum, holding heavy weapons, and formed a formation facing the sand dune where the knight was.

The rest of the orcs chanted slogans, biting full of hatred—put away their weapons, turned around, and ran in the opposite direction with all their strength.

"What are they doing..." Kuaisheng looked surprised.

Old Hammer shook his head, and the experienced man gave a brief answer:

"Escape."

Thales was about to ask a question, but found that the next moment, he was grabbed by the neck by a huge orc!

"Wyah!" Dean and Louisa shouted angrily, Thales was clamped in Kandal's left arm.

But the orcs guarding the captives did not move. They stood coldly behind the humans, suppressing everyone who wanted to resist.

Thales wanted to use his strength, but found that the opponent's strength was the scariest he had ever encountered: "You—"

He didn't finish his sentence, because the next moment, Kandar's iron fork was pressing against his throat.

"Quiet!"

The orc chief held Thales' throat, looked at his suspicious eyes, and said coldly to the prisoners: "This will end soon—I don't want to make the scene too ugly."

The next second, Kandal put his mouth to his ear, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Tell your father, and tell Morat too."

"I found you first."

"And I know who you are."

At that second, Thales froze completely.

Dean and Louisa were still yelling excitedly, but it didn't matter anymore.

What?

Father?

Morat?

I found it first?

know who i am

This is all... what do you mean?

Kandal turned Thales' head towards him, his bright yellow eyes were sharp.

Thales stared at Kandal with great perplexity.

He suddenly found that the other party's expression was extremely serious at the moment, neither the humor before nor the grief and indignation just now.

but calm.

Rare calm.

"So, Canxing, I have fulfilled my promise," Kandal said with a suppressed voice, "What about yours?"

"There will be a time later, Saika."

The next moment, Thales felt a pain in his forehead, and instantly ate a mouthful of sand.

"Wyah!"

A few seconds later, Thales, who was lifted up from the sand by Dean and still in shock, could only watch the back of the orc war chief go away with full of shock and bewilderment, and Kandal and his warriors joined in. The tribal team ran to the distance.

what happened?

"Are you okay? What did it do to you?"

Thales didn't answer, he just blinked with surprise.

its promise? Canxing's promise?

He doesn't understand.

This orc...

What is this orc...

"My God," Quick Rope blinked in disbelief, pulling McGee up from the ground: "We survived...they're gone!"

Dean looked at the orcs fleeing in the distance, and then at the orcs who stayed behind to form a formation, with a complex expression on his face.

The knights on the sand dunes rushed down whistling. There were more than a dozen of them, and they nimbly avoided the orcs that had formed a formation, and chased Kandar who was running.

With the orcs gone, the captives were free, but they had no time to congratulate themselves on their luck, for soon the next thing caught all their attention.

waves.

At that second, Thales thought he had heard wrong.

But yes.

It is the waves.

The faint sound of waves hit his ears over and over again.

Wow...

clatter...

"What's that?" Quick Rope asked in horror.

"Oops..." Old Hammer's expression turned ugly.

In the firelight, the captives looked around in panic, but saw nothing—except the dark horizon.

But the waves didn't disappear.

clatter...

Ten seconds later, the 'wave' was getting closer and bigger!

into a terrible raging wave.

bang...

rumbling...

The next moment, the captives looked at the ground in horror, and then looked into the distance.

"Shit," Dean cursed.

Everyone felt it: a shock that couldn't be ignored was being continuously transmitted from the sand to the feet and hit the back.

rumbling...

The vibrations on the ground are getting bigger, more obvious, and more frequent.

rumbling...

Thales even felt that his heart was about to be shaken out.

rumbling...

Finally, the uneasiness caused by the raging waves ended.

In an instant, countless black shadows simultaneously appeared on the top of the sand dunes ahead, on the boundary line between the sky and the earth.

rumbling...

In the blazing flames, the shadows formed a continuous black line.

They are like densely packed ants, and like a black tide sweeping in, covering the sand dunes from top to bottom, dyeing the sand and gravel under the firelight black.

Like the night.

"My God, that's..." Luisa narrowed her eyes and turned pale.

Thales couldn't help holding his breath.

He saw the shadow clearly.

are people.

To be exact.

It's cavalry.

Countless cavalry!

rumbling...

They are stepping on rolling iron hoofs, the momentum is astonishing, overwhelming!

Like the black lava that devours everything on the crater, it pours down at an extremely fast speed.

Pounce on this little camp.

There is no hindrance.

irresistible.

Thales watched this scene in amazement.

On the top of the dunes, a knight with the appearance of a commander appeared within the range of the fire and gave orders loudly.

The cavalry shouted in unison in response to him.

But Thales didn't pay attention to him.

What he saw was: Behind the leading knight, another galloping knight was holding a high banner.

With the Mercedes-Benz, the flag was completely shaken in the firelight.

Thales stared blankly at the flag, looking at the pattern that he didn't know whether it was unfamiliar or familiar, and his heart was full of emotions.

That's one side...

one side……

One side with white border and blue background...

Silver cross double star flag.

"In the name of His Majesty Kessel!"

The next second, the leading knight raised his sword and pointed condescendingly at the camp under his hooves: "Anything with less than four legs..."

"Not one left!"

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Chapter 376 Banner, Kingdom Bloodline - MTL Novel

"Fine, if no one knows."

Amidst the collective silence of the merchants and the scolding of the mercenaries, Kandal looked around with an indifferent expression.

"Then let the duel begin as soon as possible."

Taylor's heart tightened.

Oops.

He clenched his fists, and his gaze was fixed on the blue-faced orc Durraman in the distance.

If things get worst...

If a duel cannot be avoided...

So how do I survive?

Thales took a deep breath, entered the sensory state of hell, and observed the enemy's situation, but a sudden "bang" came from outside the eardrum, which startled him.

It took Thales a few seconds to realize: it was the orcs searching for the caravan's goods in the distance.

On the barren land, his contest with the Meteorite and the Death Raven made the crime of Hell River significantly improved, and his sense of hell was also strengthened a lot.

But it is also because of this that Thales has learned a lesson: the senses of hell can bring extraordinary perception, but sometimes, overly sensitive perception is not necessarily a good thing.

When the countless information that was usually isolated from perception was instilled into his brain by the senses of hell, Thales was in chaos, and he couldn't tell the north from the south, such as the melee just now——In the senses of hell, twenty The sound of the orcs grinding their teeth a meter away was deafening, like a large group marching. It was often confused with the sound of knives and axes a meter away. The enemy's movements in the distance were clear, as if they were in front of them. Thales subconsciously raised his hand to resist, but ignored the sound of nearby enemies. An imminent threat.

It seems that everyone is envious of hearing and eyesight, but the real person involved has troubles that he can’t tell: slightly louder noise and brighter light will make Thales unbearable, overreaction, and perceptual deviation.

He needs time, needs practice, to get used to the new state again.

Thinking of this, Thales shook his head secretly: In the hazy memory of the previous life, those seniors who were reborn, opened up their meridians, but were able to skip the adaptation stage directly and use the upgraded new power to show off their might were probably born Superman Bar.

He tried to focus his slightly out-of-control hell sense on his dueling opponent, but he couldn't help frowning.

In the senses of hell, the fluctuations reflected in the vision of the orcs are not as diffuse as humans, but solid and thick.

At least in Durraman's body, Thales couldn't find any signs of light similar to the power of the end, but the young man watched the fluctuations of its muscles, bones and muscles, listened to the heavy breathing and strong heartbeat of the other party, and swallowed subconsciously. Take a sip.

But Thales has no doubt that this so-called holy guard, the blue-faced orc, can exert a power that most super-level fighters can't achieve even with the addition of finishing power.

No.

He silently came to a conclusion: just relying on the current self, the self who is still groping and adapting to the new power...

No chance.

not to mention...

Thales glanced at the other two holy guards with a headache.

"If he loses," the orc warlord Kandal stared at Thales closely, with a cold look in his eyes: "There is no need for you to live...Obviously, Moshen doesn't like you."

This made everyone nervous.

At this time, a strange feeling crept up Thales' heart.

He raised his head subconsciously.

wrong.

The prince silently said to himself: From the beginning, something is not right.

Where exactly?

What's wrong?

He turned his gaze and looked around.

At this moment, a timid male voice sounded in the crowd.

"I... I know..."

The prisoners frowned.

A trembling hand was raised.

"I know...I know why the stars sent troops...the great War Chief..."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

Kandal turned his head slightly.

"Look, I knew it," Kandal smiled contemptuously, and strode towards the other side: "As human beings, you are all lazy, and all you need is a little motivation."

Dean and Louisa frowned.

"What are you doing?"

Dean couldn't believe his eyes: "What could he know?"

A bald man curled up on the ground struggled to hold his belly, straightened his waist, ignored the dust on his body, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "If I told you, great war chief, you would Let me live?"

Kandal stopped in his tracks, lowered his head coldly, and looked directly at the owner of the caravan—Sep Tomdin.

"Depends on what you tell me."

Thales stared, endured the strange feeling in his heart, and guessed what Tomdin was going to say.

Could it be that……

The orc Durraman roared angrily, as if dissatisfied that the duel was delayed.

Tomdin, who was kneeling on the ground, shuddered, but his words saved Thales from immediate bad luck.

"They... More than ten days ago, I was chatting with my cousin in the Saber Camp. He was a standing army on the Western Front. Under Williams, he was the one..."

Kandal's eyes turned cold:

"I know who Williams is, to the point."

All the captives stared intently at the conversation between the two, feeling uneasy.

The orc's eyes seemed to have some kind of mysterious power, which made Tomdin tremble even more.

The businessman's speech speed continued to speed up, but his stammering became even worse: "My cousin, he, he told me, the big shots will soon, want, seal the border, so I was thinking, thinking of pulling the caravan out Smuggle, make some small money..."

Kandal suddenly stretched out his remaining left hand!

It grabbed Tomding's neck necklace tightly, pulled the paralyzed businessman from the ground, dragged his legs off the ground, and roared against his face with bloody mouth:

"Focus!"

The scream that Tomdin had just uttered was frightened back by the roar. 35xs

Looking at the ferocious orc face of the other party, Tomdin was like a field mouse facing a poisonous snake, with no way to escape.

A few seconds later, the businessman shook his teeth and said with a white face:

"Baron Wei-Wei-Williams told several officials and nobles in the room, and my cousin overheard... The big men went into the desert, as if they were going to hunt someone down..."

Hearing this, Thales' breathing suddenly stopped!

He looked as usual, trying not to look into the eyes of Dean and Louisa.

What does this Tomdin know?

Really bad.

Faced with the threat of a duel...

Thinking about the idea of ​​getting out again...

And the danger of being exposed...

Thales gritted his teeth: Is today a bad day?

He frowned slightly, and the uncontrollable hell senses fed back to the heartbeats of the two of them: the caravan owner was almost scared out of his wits, and Kandar looked ferocious, but his heartbeat was still calm—even though Thales didn't know this. Is it unique to orcs?

In the distance, the sounds of the orcs searching for loot came one after another, their rude actions and constant noise disturbed him.

That strange feeling is still there.

wrong.

What's wrong!

The boy's brows became tighter and tighter.

In Hell's Senses, the orcs in the camp are loud, and their rude whispers and rough movements seem close to our ears.

The strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

"Hunting someone?" Kandar thoughtfully, loosening his hands slightly.

"who?"

Tomdin shook his head violently.

This action made Kandal tighten his hand again.

It closed its mouth: "It seems that you need more motivation?"

Tomdin screamed, "No no no no - I don't know, I don't know, I don't know ahhh!"

With tears in his voice, he burst into tears: "I swear, I swear on the noble honor of my ancestors! I really don't know who they are going to hunt down!"

Dean and Louisa both sighed.

McGee, who was beaten to the ground, sneered disdainfully.

Kandal stared at Tomdin for a long time.

A few seconds later, the orc warchief looked at the snot and tears streaming down his hands in disgust, and then let go of his hands.

Tomdin fell back to the ground with a plop.

The owner of the caravan heaved a sigh of relief, sobbing and patting his chest:

"But, since they are as hateful as you said, and they don't leave any living things in the desert, then they must hate that man, just like they hate you..."

Kandal, who was shaking his hands, looked down.

Realizing that he might have said something wrong, Tomdin raised his hands tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it, I just, I just..."

But Kandal ignored his disrespect: "You said that the Kingdom of Stars has traveled all over the periphery of the desert just to hunt down someone?"

"This is what my cousin heard..."

Kandar snorted coldly: "Who is it? It is worth fighting on the western front of the entire kingdom... Killing bloody, corpses all over the field will not stop?"

At that moment, Thales was shocked!

I see!

The boy suddenly understood.

He understood, where did that strange feeling come from!

The prince's chest rose and fell, and his eyes changed suddenly.

So here's the answer.

It is also their only chance to survive in the hands of these cruel and cunning orcs!

The question and answer between Kandal and Tomdin continued, but the prince had no heart to listen any more.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was on the other side, Taylor's mood lifted and his lips moved slightly.

"Dean," the boy tilted his head and whispered to the captives beside him, "Orcs, they are searching for your goods."

"Of course they love human trophies."

Dean was a little worried and hesitant. He glanced at Kandal who was interrogating Tomdin from the corner of his eyes: "Listen, Wyah, it will never let us go, so you..."

Thales shook his head.

"No, Dean, listen to me: they're scavenging, but they're scavenging for valuables, and they're scrambling for food, water, even medicine."

Dean frowned.

"What?"

The bald mercenary asked strangely: "How do you know?"

Hearing the movement in his ear, Thales paused slightly: "I listen... I was the last one to see. They are all looking for necessary supplies."

Looking for supplies...

Dean thought about it.

On the other side, Tomdin was scared and cried again by the orc.

"Dean," Thales continued softly: "We just took up arms to resist, at most a dozen people, and according to the war chief, they only lost a few people, right..."

Dean curled his lips: "What?"

"But they... there are dozens or hundreds of them, but almost half of them are wounded," Thales pouted at the rows of orcs: "Including the war chief himself, his armor also has dried blood and fresh blood. wear and tear."

Dean's eyes froze in mid-air.

"Luisa said that for the sake of concealment and surprise attack, they deliberately disarmed and attacked lightly, but what if, if they didn't deliberately lightly armor... but were forced?"

The bald mercenary lifted his spirits: "You mean..."

"Their condition is not as good as I said, Dean," Thales said with a flame of hope in his eyes: "They have experienced a battle not long ago, traveling lightly, lacking food and clothing..."

"They are... fleeing for their lives."

At that moment, the atmosphere between the two was different.

The dark night seemed to be much brighter.

Dean was silent for a while.

"That means..."

Thales nodded: "We just need to find a way to get them..."

He didn't finish.

Because in the next moment—

"boom--"

A loud noise like thunder fell suddenly, shaking everyone in place!

Regardless of orcs or humans, regardless of merchants or mercenaries, regardless of war chiefs or princes, at this moment, they all turned their heads in panic and turned to the direction of the loud noise.

In the thick night, a terrible fire was burning in a camp not far away. The fire was so high that it even spread into the air, a full ten meters away!

The fire illuminates the sand dunes in all directions, which is extremely conspicuous in the night sky.

Thales and Dean stared blankly at the flames in the distance, and looked at each other.

"Kandal..." Yaku, one of the holy guards, looked at the burning camp in astonishment, took off his black bow suddenly, and said something anxiously to the war chief.

"Hula—" War Chief Kandal yelled at it, but it still turned its head and waved its arms.

Yaku nodded, and led a dozen orc warriors to check.

It turned around, grabbed Tomdin who was also pale with fright, pointed at the flames and said angrily, "What's going on!"

"I, I, I..."

Tomdin waved his hands desperately, trying to show his innocence and cooperation.

"In the Saber Sand Dunes, the army has been mobilized frequently these days, and the scale is very large. The management is a bit loose due to the busy schedule." Yongshi Oil Refining, your subordinates may be robbing—I mean—accidentally rummaging through..."

"A little bit?" McGee, who was lying on the ground watching the fire on the sand, repeated sarcastically.

Kandal looked at the flames, then at Tomdin, his expression was angry, his cheeks twitched, and the upper and lower rows of teeth were about to bite each other.

"You may not know much about the characteristics of eternal oil, and their quantity may be more than 'a tiny bit'..."

Looking at the big fire, Tomdin forgot the horror of the orcs for a moment, and said heartbrokenly: "So, if we want to put it out, we should use a lot of sand..."

Howling, Kandal threw down the hapless Tomdin.

Sure enough, a minute later, the orc Yaku came back with a dozen or so warriors in disgrace. With a serious expression, he shook his head at the ugly Kandar.

Kandal growled unwillingly.

The war chiefs turned around and gave orders in their language, and many lightly armed orcs immediately moved into action and scattered around the camp.

The flames are still burning.

"It seems that Tomdin's insatiable greed and daring still helped." Dean narrowed his eyes and whispered: "They are retreating...Your guess is right, we have a chance."

Thales pursed his lips.

In the unexpected chaos, Kandal seemed to have finally remembered the group of human captives.

"It's a pity," the orc warchief turned to them, stroking the sharp iron fork on his wrist coldly: "It's going to end early."

"I still want to chat with you all for a while."

The faces of the prisoners changed suddenly.

Kandal snorted softly, and looked at Thales, whose black face was illuminated by the overlapping light and shadow of the flames, making it even more ferocious: "You know, Saika, I really want to see how you will face Durraman. How do you react..."

Durraman roared, and the mace hit the ground heavily.

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

Not good.

The war chief of the orcs walked forward slowly, looking straight at Thales: "Especially, I just figured out a lot of things..."

At this moment, in the sky beyond the desert, a bunch of sparks rose from the ground, making a shrill and sharp sound!

"call out--"

Bright, piercing.

Everyone, including Kandal, subconsciously looked in the direction of the sparks.

A few seconds later, at the place where the sparks appeared, on the other side of the dune, several faint voices came from afar:

"Puff——Puff——Puff—"

Dull, low-key, hasty, but quite rhythmic.

Getting closer.

Almost at the same time, on the other side of the dune, an orc warrior shouted suddenly: "Clury—"

The violent shouting stopped abruptly before it finished, and turned into a cry of pain: "Naaaaaah—"

Before Thales could react, the faces of the orcs present all changed drastically!

The soldier's cry of pain has not disappeared.

But Kandar has roared and turned sharply towards his warriors!

The war chief of the tribe did not have any hesitation. It threw away its majestic and powerful arms, and with the loudest voice since it appeared, it roared and ordered: "Musa!"

In the next second, faster than the blink of an eye, all the orc warriors roared and unsheathed their weapons, took big strides under the leadership of Yaku and Lusanna, formed a team consciously, and started running!

Except for the orc Durraman, who pointed at Thales in the captive emotionally and said something to Kandal.

This orc who had a blood feud with Thales seemed to have made up his mind to settle the grudge here.

Thales' heart sank.

"Don't worry," Dean beside him said calmly, "I've made an agreement with Luisa, we'll find a chance to fight back."

But his consolation didn't work—because Kandar yelled angrily more than Durraman, and even punched the holy guard mercilessly.

In the end, Durraman gave Thales a resentful look, and joined his companions.

The captives stood in the center of the arena, looking in amazement at the busy orcs with frenzied faces, and ran past them in groups and rows, running in the opposite direction to the sparks!

They had little time to take care of the captives.

"How..." This is Louisa who was surprised.

The next scene reveals the answer.

On the sand dunes not far from them, a tall figure flitted across the gravel, broke through the dark night, and appeared under the light of the fire.

That is a knight.

A horse, alone, in stirrups, reins in hand.

With swift hoofbeats, he clung to the horse's back freely, heaved up and down while galloping, and rushed down the sand dunes.

Two orc sentries on the dunes saw the knight.

They shouted angrily, raised their terrifying weapons, stepped on amazing steps, and drove their majestic bodies, rushing towards the intruder!

Ignoring the approaching threat, the mounted rider simply arched his body and galloped forward.

The two sides are getting closer.

until they face each other.

The fury of the orcs was full of hatred: a heavy hammer and a big knife cut a dangerous arc in their hands, with terrifying power and the howling of death, they were about to cut the horse's belly open.

Thales was startled.

But the knight whistled softly.

At that moment, the mount under his crotch turned around nimbly, stepped on the horse's hooves, and barely turned around before the weapon reached him!

The moment the knight turned around, the sharp-eyed Thales saw the pattern on his robe:

a crow.

A dark blue crow with one wing.

The knight narrowly avoided the interception of the orcs, and staggered the two deadly weapons.

But it's not over.

I saw a light and sharp spear accurately protruding from the horse and piercing the neck of the first orc.

Amid the roar of the two orcs, the knight's spear point was retracted as soon as it was released, and it flew far away with the superb horsemanship, leaving only a cloud of blood of the enemy behind.

And a few inches of ponytail.

"This symbol is the crowwhistle light cavalry of the Cromar family," said Old Hammer, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart. "It is the second commando of the famous Raven Guard—"Thundercrow"!"

Thales' heart moved: The Chromar family...

The Cromar family?

Somewhat familiar...

The orc whose neck was pierced howled incessantly. It stepped on terrifying heavy steps, regardless of the blood spilled, and together with its companions, chased after the knight.

But they can't catch up.

The rider turned in an arc, farther and farther down the dunes, faster and faster.

Finally, the orc whose neck was pierced ran a considerable distance, almost dyeing the sand red, and fell limp.

Before the last blood was shed, the orc's tenacious life supported it, and raised its blade against the erratic back of the knight.

But its blade is too short.

not enough.

As it thought so, its thick arms trembled in the air for a moment, before finally hanging down feebly.

Never move again.

Under the sand dunes, War Chief Kandal watched his warriors fall from afar, screaming in grief and anger.

The orcs shouted in unison, venting their hatred.

"Hey! The bastards of Cracking Rock, I haven't seen you for two days!"

The first human knight looked at the burning camp not far away, looked at the angry orcs below, and stopped the horse.

He stopped on the sand dune, and the laughter came from afar, reaching the ears of every orc: "The 'Holy Day' is not here yet, let's have a bonfire party now..."

"Isn't it too early?"

Another orc sentinel howled horribly and rushed towards the knight.

It didn't make it to the end.

"Puff——Puff——"

The second knight rushed from the other side of the dune, flashed a saber when the orc turned his head, and passed it.

Amidst Kandar's mournful roar, the head of the second orc flew high with unwilling and resentful eyes.

The captives were silent, and the orcs shouted in grief and indignation.

Thales stared blankly at this scene, watching the ferocious orcs die in battle one after another.

Kandal's roar became more and more urgent.

Under his order, nearly a hundred orcs quickly divided into two parts:

Nearly twenty orcs stepped forward with astonishing momentum, holding heavy weapons, and formed a formation facing the sand dune where the knight was.

The rest of the orcs chanted slogans, biting full of hatred—put away their weapons, turned around, and ran in the opposite direction with all their might.

"What are they doing..." Kuaisheng looked surprised.

Old Hammer shook his head, and the experienced man gave a brief answer:

"Escape."

Thales was about to ask a question, but found that the next moment, he was grabbed by the neck by a huge orc!

"Wyah!" Dean and Louisa shouted angrily, Thales was clamped in Kandal's left arm.

But the orcs guarding the captives did not move. They stood coldly behind the humans, suppressing everyone who wanted to resist.

Thales wanted to use his strength, but found that the opponent's strength was the scariest he had ever encountered: "You—"

He didn't finish his sentence, because the next moment, Kandar's iron fork was pressing against his throat.

"Quiet!"

The orc chief held Thales' throat, looked at his suspicious eyes, and said coldly to the prisoners: "This will end soon—I don't want to make the scene too ugly."

The next second, Kandal put his mouth to his ear, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Tell your father, and tell Morat too."

"I found you first."

"And I know who you are."

At that second, Thales froze completely.

Dean and Louisa were still yelling excitedly, but it didn't matter anymore.

What?

Father?

Morat?

I found it first?

know who i am

This is all... what do you mean?

Kandal turned Thales' head towards him, his bright yellow eyes were sharp.

Thales stared at Kandal with great perplexity.

He suddenly found that the other party's expression was extremely serious at the moment, neither the humor before nor the grief and indignation just now.

but calm.

Rare calm.

"So, Canxing, I have fulfilled my promise," Kandal said with a suppressed voice, "What about yours?"

"There will be a time later, Saika."

The next moment, Thales felt a pain in his forehead, and instantly ate a mouthful of sand.

"Wyah!"

A few seconds later, Thales, who was lifted up from the sand by Dean and still in shock, could only watch the back of the orc war chief go away with full of shock and bewilderment, and Kandal and his warriors joined in. The tribal team ran to the distance.

what happened?

"Are you okay? What did it do to you?"

Thales didn't answer, he just blinked with surprise.

its promise? Canxing's promise?

He doesn't understand.

This orc...

What is this orc...

"My God," Quick Rope blinked in disbelief, pulling McGee up from the ground: "We survived...they're gone!"

Dean looked at the orcs fleeing in the distance, and then at the orcs who stayed behind to form a formation, with a complex expression on his face.

The knights on the sand dunes rushed down whistling. There were more than a dozen of them, and they nimbly avoided the orcs that had formed a formation, and chased Kandar who was running.

With the orcs gone, the captives were free, but they had no time to congratulate themselves on their luck, for soon the next thing caught all their attention.

waves.

At that second, Thales thought he had heard wrong.

But yes.

It is the waves.

The faint sound of waves hit his ears over and over again.

Wow...

clatter...

"What's that?" Quick Rope asked in horror.

"Oops..." Old Hammer's expression turned ugly.

In the firelight, the captives looked around in panic, but saw nothing—except the dark horizon.

But the waves didn't disappear.

clatter...

Ten seconds later, the 'wave' was getting closer and bigger!

into a terrible raging wave.

bang...

rumbling...

The next moment, the captives looked at the ground in horror, and then looked into the distance.

"Shit," Dean cursed.

Everyone felt it: a shock that couldn't be ignored was being continuously transmitted from the sand to the feet and hit the back.

rumbling...

The vibrations on the ground are getting bigger, more obvious, and more frequent.

rumbling...

Thales even felt that his heart was about to be shaken out.

rumbling...

Finally, the uneasiness caused by the raging waves is over.

In an instant, countless black shadows simultaneously appeared on the top of the sand dunes ahead, on the boundary line between the sky and the earth.

rumbling...

In the blazing flames, the shadows formed a continuous black line.

They are like densely packed ants, and like a black tide sweeping in, covering the sand dunes from top to bottom, dyeing the sand and gravel under the firelight black.

Like the night.

"My God, that's..." Luisa narrowed her eyes and turned pale.

Thales couldn't help holding his breath.

He saw the shadow clearly.

are people.

To be exact.

It's cavalry.

Countless cavalry!

rumbling...

They are stepping on rolling iron hoofs, the momentum is astonishing, overwhelming!

Like the black lava that devours everything on the crater, it pours down at an extremely fast speed.

Pounce on this little camp.

There is no hindrance.

irresistible.

Thales watched this scene in amazement.

On the top of the dunes, a knight with the appearance of a commander appeared within the range of the fire and gave orders loudly.

The cavalry shouted in unison in response to him.

But Thales didn't pay attention to him.

What he saw was: Behind the leading knight, another galloping knight was holding a high banner.

With the Mercedes-Benz, the flag was completely shaken in the firelight.

Thales stared blankly at the flag, looking at the pattern that he didn't know whether it was unfamiliar or familiar, and his heart was full of emotions.

That's one side...

one side……

One side with white border and blue background...

Silver cross double star flag.

"In the name of His Majesty Kessel!"

The next second, the leading knight raised his sword and pointed condescendingly at the camp under his hooves: "Anything with less than four legs..."

"Not one left!"