Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales has experienced the bloody and heavy confrontation between the two armies before Broken Dragon Fortress, the generosity and fierceness of the death battle between the White Blade Guard and the Black Sand Leader in Longxiao City, and the terrifying power of the heavy orcs and cavalry clusters in the desert, but This sudden encounter in the black prison was definitely the weirdest battle scene he had ever seen.

Because this is a battle that takes place in the dark, without vision.

"call--"

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Thales had just entered the senses of hell when he heard the whistling of the wind!

"Look down!"

I don’t know where he screamed, and then Thales, in the black and white sense of hell, saw a sword of disaster three steps away from him fall down in pain, and a short arrow suddenly appeared in his chest .

The mercenaries around him raised their swords vigilantly, but they couldn't see where the threat was.

The sense of hell gave Thales a lot of advantages, but it also made him, who could see the dark clearly, more frightened than the mercenaries who couldn't see.

Like a person driving on the edge of a steep cliff in day and night.

"Three o'clock! Crossbow!"

The mercenary Sonny shouted angrily in his ears.

Thales saw Sonny's figure turn around quickly, and a hatchet came out.

"Peripheral suppression!"

Several throwing axes and knives flew out from the Sword of Disaster at the same time, following Sonny's order, they threw them into the darkness on the right!

"Boom!"

A low, muffled hum came immediately, heralding the results of this wave of counterattacks.

However, the counterattack of the Disaster Sword was only temporary, and everything had just begun, and the sound of scuffle came from the dark surroundings.

"above!"

Thales only heard a burst of robes ripping through the air at the upper left. He barely turned his head, and was shocked to see a strange black shadow descending from the ceiling, rushing towards a mercenary on the left periphery!

"thump!"

The two fell to the ground, the mercenary struggled a few times, and saw that he couldn't move, while the assassin nimbly rolled backwards to avoid the surrounding enemies.

"Watch out for the hostages!" Ricky's voice came from a distance during the melee.

Thales, who had no time to be surprised, immediately had a heavy shoulder, and was crushed to the ground by Marina in the dark!

"Be honest! If you dare to play small tricks..." The female swordsman in red gritted her teeth politely, and pressed the weight of her whole body on Thales unceremoniously.

Public revenge.

Thales was still coughing in the stirred up dust, thinking painfully.

He managed to straighten out his breath, and suddenly inexplicably remembered the scene of facing the elite blood clan in the birch forest in the Northland six years ago.

It was the same scene at that time...

"clang!"

The sound of sword fighting broke his thoughts.

"No!"

A mercenary not far away swung his sword consciously, parrying a stab attack from the dark, but he immediately exclaimed, his feet slipped, as if he was dragged down by a rope wrapped around him at some time, Then he was dragged into the boundless darkness, only screaming.

"Damn it!"

Farther away, an experienced swordsman cursed and cut down an assassin who wanted to sneak around behind him, but he was immediately greeted by seven or eight hidden weapons, and fell to the ground with a snort. .

Thales, who has one more layer of vision than others, watched all this sweatingly.

The brazener was right.

Darkness is the home of the Assassins.

Moreover, they came prepared and did not hold back their hands. In the first round of raids, the Swords of Disaster who could not adapt to the darkness had to defend passively, and were caught off guard by the endless assassination methods of the Shadow Shield!

"coming!"

"Use a shield!"

"One is going to your right!"

"Ah! Go up, I've been tricked!"

Crossbow arrows, throwing knives, piercing through the air, screams, and the sounds echoed in my ears.

The figures of assassins flitted around the periphery of the formation flexibly, either looking for opportunities to attack, or making noises to spy, which made people nervous.

Even Thales, who could barely see clearly, felt terrified.

However, the Swords of Disaster are worthy of the notorious "Blood Whistle\

,"Facing the tense and difficult situation where they could not see things, these mercenaries showed outstanding qualities no less than those of the army:

No one panicked, no one fled, no one even backed away.

Everyone in the darkness stuck to their positions like the most qualified soldiers.

"Don't panic, hold the front row, don't let them infiltrate! Cut off all the moving steps!"

Clay's impatient command sounded:

"Cover, light!"

Soon, a torch was lit again and lit in the center of the formation of dozens of Disaster Swords!

Lights up a small area.

When everyone closed their eyes subconsciously, they couldn't help but feel refreshed.

There is light.

However, at that moment, the light of the torch seemed to attract the blood of sea sharks, attracting countless attacks from assassins!

From crossbow arrows, throwing knives, daggers to unknown weapons.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

Thales only heard a chaotic sound in his ears: the Swords of Disaster who had been prepared for a long time raised three shields to block the hidden weapons flying from all directions, and many people even used their bodies to protect the fire.

Sonny held up his shield and bared his teeth: "Don't even think about it! Quick—pass the fire!"

With the illumination of the fire, the Swords of Disaster could clearly see everything in front of them.

I saw the figures of assassins passing by one after another in the darkness of the periphery, or flying by, or laying down on the ground to wait, what's more, hanging on the wall strangely.

They were all covered in black, only showing a pair of cold eyes.

Many assassins turned their heads slightly subconsciously, as if they were not used to the sudden flames.

"Lighting, strike back!" Clay shouted angrily.

Immediately, after the second fire source was ignited, the first torch was thrown out without hesitation, smashing hard on an assassin in a corner!

The assassin was caught off guard, and was covered in sparks, which were extremely bright.

This was the last of him--Sonny's second hatchet came back and lodged in his chest.

The torch thrown by You Zi was burning, illuminating another assassin in that direction, and the two mercenaries immediately caught up.

"Ahhh!"

The two swords of disaster roared and charged, and one chopped the assassin crookedly.

"Go to hell!"

The next person swung a two-handed axe, slashing a sharp arc mercilessly!

"boom!"

When the ax blade broke through the assassin's neck, it swayed a rain of blood, which was quite shocking.

The axeman roared angrily, as if venting his anger just now.

"Dong Long."

The head hit the wall, bounced back, and a few drops of blood splashed into Thales' mouth, making the prince turn his head away in disgust.

hateful.

He hates the smell of blood.

Either way.

The roar of fanaticism is still in the ears, and the sound of melee is more frequent.

The reversal of the situation seems to have occurred at this moment - after the first wave of panic, the counterattack of the sword of disaster came soon.

"Nine o'clock, back!"

"Come forward, a wave of suppression!"

Orderly orders sounded, and more and more torches were thrown, either hitting the assassins hiding in the darkness, or illuminating their shadowy figures.

The Swords of Disaster cooperated tacitly to catch up, or jointly suppressed, or killed with one blow.

Most of them had angry eyes and fanatical attitudes, cutting down the nimble and flying assassins of the night one by one!

Obviously, the Shadow Shield is better at unexpected sniping and sneak attacks, but when it comes to frontal combat, these assassins who are accustomed to living in the dark immediately show weaknesses that cannot be ignored.

"boom!"

"Come on, cockroaches!" Josh laughed angrily, ignoring the flames on his body, he bumped into an assassin who was accidentally hit by a torch, and threw his opponent against the wall.

The moment he touched Josh, the assassin trembled as if under a spell, unable to move.

Under the latter's terrified eyes, Josh stabbed his sword into the opponent's abdomen, then laughed and dragged the hilt horizontally.

Jianfeng pulled out a string of bright red fluid, which spilled all over the ground amidst the assassin's painful screams.

Horrible and disgusting.

More than that.

Thales frowned, and watched as an assassin who wanted to hide in the darkness from the side was hung around his neck by a rope like a noose, and was dragged back into the mercenary formation.

A tall swordsman turned the hilt indifferently, pointed the tip of the sword at the assassin's mouth deliberately and cruelly, and after sighing happily, he roared and thrust down!

"Ah ah ah ah!"

"laugh!"

The poor assassin, who was pierced from the tongue to the back of the head, let out a muffled groan, and slapped his limbs violently on the ground, but he could only draw the melody of death accompanied by the sound of the blade piercing the flesh.

Thales frowned again.

The assassins who showed up were no match for the old mercenaries at all. Coupled with the weird ending power that Thales had experienced before, many assassins were often beaten up and down when they met each other, unable to move. Then fall to the cruel fate of a tragic death on the second or third hit.

But this is not what Thales cares most about.

"Haha!" Sonny slammed the top of the shield in front of an assassin, knocking him unable to move. After using up his hatchet, he threw away the shield, supported the assassin's half body, licked the corner of his mouth, and pulled out a dagger from his arms.

"Do you like killing people like this?"

Sonny yelled happily, and took three steps forward with the assassin in his arms, but the dagger in his right hand stabbed the assassin's chest more than a dozen times in succession like driving a pile!

Every time, in the assassin's dull eyes, countless warm blood splashed on Sonny's face.

It made him even more hideous.

"Like it? Gutter rats!"

Until the blood-red Sonny pushed the unconscious twitching assassin away, and turned back with a smile.

Then, he licked the corner of his mouth again.

Like just finished dinner.

"Hmph," Marina sneered, "I didn't even wipe my mouth clean."

Thales felt chills rising from the sight.

wrong.

The prince looked at the sword of disaster in disbelief.

Watching these skilled but ruthless people mercilessly cut open their stomachs, inflicting the worst death on their opponents.

Seeing that almost every swordsman who fought with the enemy came back covered in blood or worn out, with expressions of pleasure or satisfaction.

wrong!

Thales looked at these murderous swordsmen without batting an eye, and suddenly felt a long-lost panic in his heart.

not like this.

For more than six years, the prince must have been well-informed.

Whether it's the incomparable strength of the vampire sisters when they turned against each other, or the relentless charge of the Kingdom's Wrath breaking through the formation, or Ada's precise shot through the siege, or even the desperate bloody battle between Nicolai and Monty in the wilderness, Every confrontation is extremely exciting, and it is difficult for ordinary people to watch one of them in their entire lives.

but……

Thales stared blankly at the group of mercenaries who were bathed in blood.

But those people, no matter the blood race, Araka, elves, meteorites, and death ravens, they are all the best, most efficient, and purest fighters in addition to their skills. If they don't move, they will just win. , only for progress, only for the goal.

Whether it is killing or gore, they are just the most one-sided and marginal by-products of this process.

but……

These people in front of me...

Thales stared blankly at the battle, at Josh who was laughing wildly, Sonny who was licking blood, and at countless swordsmen who were cruel and memorable.

It is not the personal style of a certain fighter, it is not the special moves of a certain martial art, it is not one person, nor two people...

Instead, almost everyone is immersed in the frenzy in the battle, enjoying the enemy's screams and wailing, pain and bloodshed.

It seems to have forgotten myself.

Thales looked even more startled.

No, there must be something wrong with this group of people...

Fighting, ordinary fighting, is definitely not like this!

He suddenly noticed that in the sword of disaster, only a few leaders such as Ricky and Clay remained motionless, with the same expressions.

Like a bystander.

at this moment.

"Beep—"

An erratic and long strange whistle suddenly sounded.

The swords of disaster stand together!

But it wasn't them who reacted.

but the enemy.

The assassins of the Shadow Shield gave up the fight under the whistle, no longer attacked, turned around one after another, or dragged their companions' corpses, or ran alone, fleeing with their lives.

Hiding again into the dark farther.

The battle came quickly and went quickly. In a short time, the assassins disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a few corpses that were too late to take away.

"They retreated." Clay grabbed a torch, frowning as the figure of the last assassin disappeared into the blurred vision in the distance: "Come into corners, stairs, side roads... There are places where cockroaches can hide."

Ricky nodded, but his expression was not relieved.

"Check it out and report back!"

After this bad encounter, although the sword of disaster repelled the opponent, it was far from easy as it seemed: many people fell in the first round of raids, and more people were wounded with ribbons and bandaged on the ground , There are even people who have been poisoned, or receive treatment in situ, or grit their teeth and suffer.

Thales was roughly dragged up from the ground, rubbing his dusty chin in pain, trying not to look at the bloody mess all over the floor.

"You guys, is every battle so crazy and...enjoyed?"

The prince looked at the Sword of Disaster, who was both wounded by the assassin and was lying on the ground in pain waiting for his companion to bandage his chest, and said intentionally, "Just like, just like a wild beast."

"Why, did the bloody scene frighten our Highness?" Marina satirized him shamelessly, dragged the prince to her side, and said maliciously:

"Don't worry, you'll see more."

Thales sighed secretly in his heart, and turned his attention to the leaders.

"They retreated, but they didn't give up." Semir put away his sword, his expression solemn: "The environment here is too dark and too complicated, which is very suitable for them to hide, or snipe harassment, or sporadic capture."

"We have to do something."

But Ricky shook his head looking at the messy scene.

"No, you'll never get rid of the roaches."

"Only take care of ourselves."

When Samir thought about it, Ricky looked at Clay who had just finished counting and walked forward.

"How about the casualties? Who was the first to fall?" Ricky was very calm, but asked a strange question.

"After one round, we lost eight people and injured more than a dozen," Clay couldn't contain his anger:

"The number on the opposite side is almost the same, a little more or a little less, I can't tell the difference."

"And the baron from Exeter is missing. I suspect he might be with those assassins."

Ricky groaned, and nodded.

But he immediately raised his eyes and scanned the audience.

"Something's wrong." Ricky said lightly.

Samuel frowned:

"What's wrong?"

Ricky turned around and carefully looked at the place where the assassin disappeared:

"The brat is not to be trusted, but he is by no means stupid."

"For the heir of the Star Kingdom, it's normal for him to threaten us in this situation, but to overturn the chessboard and split it up? It's not in his interest."

This sentence made Clay and Semir Ziqi startled.

But Ricky didn't give them more time to think, and Crassus of the Sword of Disaster turned around decisively and gave the order.

"When conducting wartime defense, the standard should be based on clearing the battle."

Compared with before, Ricky's words took on the sternness and majesty of a marching battle: "Clay, Josh, Sonny, follow me, guard the rear, and start assigning people from here, regularly Contact, the upper and lower floors must be strictly guarded, especially the corners and overhead, those assassins can not only walk on the ground - I don't need absolute safety, and it is impossible to encircle them in this situation, but I want to make sure where they meet When there is an attack, the news can be transmitted as soon as possible.”

Under the command of the leader, the Swords of Disaster started to move efficiently and neatly.

"Be careful, everyone, this time, our opponent is not the Tower of End," Ricky said coldly:

"It's the terrifying assassins who are well-known in the Western Continent. They will never attack directly, they will only attack secretly."

"Samir, you come with me, this time we will go straight to the goal and make a quick decision."

Samir followed without saying a word, and came to Ricky's side.

After experiencing the bloody disaster, the Swords of Disaster seem to be waking wolves. Their undisguised iron and blood aura is now full of frost and cold. These mercenaries who saw the blood followed Ricky and the others and continued to go down, vigilant. They carefully surveyed the surrounding darkness, and set up sentries at every corner and fork in the road, guarding the back road, and ensuring that their Crassus would have no worries.

Soon, under the light of torches, they came to a special stone hall.

"It should be here, the last floor, the stone steps end here."

What was displayed in front of them was still a dark and cold empty hall, which made people feel anxious, but the strange thing was that this stone hall was not as clear and clear as the previous floors, but diverged into three forked roads, leading to three deep caves. aisle.

"The structure here is much more complicated." Samir frowned.

"According to the information I got from the oracle," Ricky held up the torch and carefully observed the three passages, "This is where the Institute of Imprisonment developed anti-magic weapons. Prison, but the general pattern cannot be changed much.”

Crassus quickly found a sigil of the eye.

"Here," Ricky pointed to one of the passages: "leads to the original storage room, I guess..."

His face suddenly changed.

"What's that sound..."

This sentence made everyone nervous. Although many precautions had been taken before, many people still turned around and kept a vigilant eye on the way they came.

But Thales also frowned: he heard what Ricky said.

Seems to be coming from the other side of the tunnel...

buzzing?

The voice from the hell senses became clearer and clearer, but it also made Thales more and more confused.

Ricky listened attentively for a while, with a questioning expression on his face: "It sounds like...someone is praying?"

The Swords of Disaster listened with bated breath, and sure enough, there was a slight human voice coming from the side of the dark passage.

"No."

Samir spoke, and he moved slightly, staring at the other end of the passage: "It's not a prayer, but..."

"There is no doubt," Semir gritted his teeth, and the torch illuminated the first half of the channel where the mysterious voice came from:

"Our goal is here, over there."

The Swords of Disaster all cheered up.

"You take someone to secure the exit first. If I remember correctly, there are two other roads," Ricky nodded at Clay, "Don't let the cockroaches and mice block it."

"Once we're done..."

Clay smiled slightly and led the people to another passage.

"Others stay outside, pay special attention to the rear," Ricky said solemnly to Sonny and Josh: "Samil just follow us in."

Just when Thales thought that Ricky was going to look for his "target", to his surprise, Ricky came over and looked into the prince's bright eyes.

"You can rest now, Marina."

"From now on, our guests will be under my personal supervision."

When Thales was still surprised, Ricky stepped forward and pulled Thales away from the confused Marina without any explanation.

The prince stumbled and followed Ricky through the crowd, Samir followed behind them, and the three of them walked forward step by step into the deep passage.

"Why me?" Thales managed to stand firm, followed Ricky's torch, and groped forward in this passage that was only two people high.

Ricky chuckled.

"Our lurking friend is too worrying, I'd rather watch you myself...listen."

Ricky's face changed.

Sure enough, the moment Thales entered the senses of hell, he heard an unusual human voice.

It was a boring and cold male voice, with a slight sense of procrastination, muttering words.

"I know...I know...I know...something's coming..."

This voice gives people the impression that it is like a dusty antique, echoing through the narrow stone wall, spreading faintly.

Seems to be mumbling.

The three people in the passage were moved at the same time.

"It's him," Samir looked excitedly at the other side of You Shen, "yes, it's him!"

"He's still alive!"

Ricky remained calm: "Go on."

But compared to the two, Thales heard more things with the help of his hell senses.

Just listen to the voice at the end of the passage and continue silently:

"I know, your appearance is not without reason, you must be a sign of something, you want to remind me..."

Thales frowned deeply:

It sounds like that boring male voice is talking to someone...?

But he didn't have time to ask his own questions, so he was forced to move forward by the pace of the two swords of disaster.

Getting closer to the source of the sound.

"But what do you want me to do? Pay again? Save again? Regret again?"

The voice was full of doubts and longing, as if asking for advice, or begging for forgiveness, but the emotions contained in it, which were about to overflow, made Thales feel uneasy.

The man at the end of the passage.

What is he doing?

Soon, with a slight flick of the torch, they came out of this disturbing passage.

The fire flickered, illuminating the small stone hall.

There is still a scene of ruins in front of me. The difference is that there is only one prison cell in this stone hall, which is wrapped by a thick iron curtain and is located on the other side of the hall.

And the boring male voice that has lingered for a long time came from behind the iron curtain.

"No, I know you are testing me...but please believe me, I have never hesitated to sacrifice, I know that this is what I have to pay, whether it brings merit or sin, good deeds or evil results, and I will Accept it calmly and never escape..."

The voice is high and low, ups and downs, but the rhythm is orderly.

Ricky and Samuel looked at each other, one frowned and the other nodded.

They approached the cell slowly.

"Yes, I foresee my mission, my redemption, but when will it come?"

The voice continued.

Thales looked at the Iron Curtain, feeling ominous in his heart.

So, that cell is locked up with...

"Patter."

Before he could finish his thoughts, Ricky had already walked to the wall and stuffed the long dark green "key" into the center of an alchemy tower emblem.

Soon, the Iron Curtain slowly lowered amidst the rumbling sound of the aircraft.

The shade is opened, and the cell sees light.

The ultimate goal of the trip to reveal the sword of disaster.

The lowest prisoner in the Prison of Bones.