Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales has not experienced this feeling for a long time.

grey.

White.

He walked in a gray-white world, from the ground to the walls, from the gravel and waste wood to the sand and dust, even the air shimmered bright white, as if the surrounding darkness had been swept away.

There are no other colors.

The surroundings are very quiet, and there are faint voices coming from the side of the ear, as if people under the water hear the call from the shore.

like...

It's like another gray and white world.

The young man was a little dazed.

wrong.

His vision was a little wobbly, with slight ghosting from time to time.

The dazzled Thales shook his head desperately, and leaned his long sword on the gray ground to dispel the faint sense of dizziness, trying to regain his sense of direction.

He only felt a tightness in his right arm.

A gloved palm clasped Thales' arm with little ripples.

"Concentrate," Yodel's voice came from beside his ear, leading him forward:

"The path of shadows reflects reality. They sometimes overlap, but never overlap. We walk here, like drifting in the sea, sometimes floating on the sea surface and sometimes sinking to the bottom."

"You have to distinguish between reality and illusion, and you can't get lost here."

Thales staggered all the way, being dragged forward by the only thing with a normal color in this world—Yordle, trying not to look at the gray and white scene of double shadows around him.

Really bad.

He took a few breaths vigorously, only feeling that the air entering his lungs was a bit unreal.

Thales watched in surprise as he walked out of the gray-white hall and walked towards the gray-white passage, watching Yoddle carefully avoiding the Swords of Disaster who also turned into gray-white figures.

But no one noticed them.

The boy turned around.

"We're leaving just like that, don't you help him, help Sakeel?"

Thales was panting, feeling that everything he said had a faint echo, like a dream.

"It's not my task to defeat the enemy." Jodl shook his head, holding Thales tightly all the time, and the purple mask brought out a double image on the gray and white background:

"You are the most important thing to me."

In the gray-white world, they speeded up, walked out of the passage, and came to the stone steps.

A few mercenaries standing here seem to have received some signal, and hurried to the direction they came from, passing by the two people with normal colors.

"Don't touch them." Yodle's prompt was simple.

One of them seemed to have sensed something, and the gray-white man turned his head vigilantly, his gaze passing Thales and Yodel.

Thales didn't dare to say a word, but followed Yodel step by step and moved his body, trying his best to avoid the sleeves of other people.

A few tenths of a second later, the mercenary shook his head, dispelled his guard, and followed up with the greeting of his companions.

Only then did Thales heave a sigh of relief.

"But Sackel..."

The young man worriedly forgot to glance at Lu Lu behind him: "He has been imprisoned for more than ten years, and his spirit is gone, but his physical fitness, strength and reaction have all declined..."

Jodl still shook his head, cherishing words like gold:

"It doesn't affect his fight."

Really?

Thales frowned and let out a sigh.

"He has only one person, and he has to face eighteen of them, or even more."

Jodl doesn't seem to care about this question at all, just keep going:

"He'll figure it out."

Suppressing a faint sense of dizziness, Thales fell silent.

But Jodl suddenly spoke.

"We can't get around the front, we need to show up for a while."

Thales was taken aback:

"What?"

He soon had no doubts.

I saw several corpses lying down beside the narrow stone steps in front, including those of mercenaries and those of the Shadow Shield, with gray-white bloodstains scattered all over the ground.

It seems that the struggle between the Shield of Shadow and the Sword of Disaster is still going on.

Three black-clad and masked assassins seemed to be the only ones left, putting away their weapons and putting the finishing touches on them.

But just as one of them raised his head, he trembled!

"bass!"

A short sword pierced through his chest, and he snorted and drew back.

Then, there was a purple mask that appeared out of thin air behind his shoulder.

The companions around him were extremely vigilant and got their weapons immediately, but the masked attacker was faster than him!

The assailant charged forward, lightly swiping the dagger in his hand.

"Ugh—"

The last move of this hapless assassin was to cover his throat that was gurgling like running water, and fell to the ground powerlessly.

The last assassin who was far away turned pale with fright, and subconsciously backed away quickly!

But another long sword with shining silver light and graceful arc had already pierced through the air, and with great force, it went straight to his head!

"call!"

The assassin raised two strange-shaped weapons with gauntlets, staggered towards the head, and slid down, preparing to use the power of the block to roll to the side.

Something unexpected happened: the long sword with a beautiful curvature changed its trajectory halfway, turning the chop into a thorn, and sent it away gently!

"laugh!"

The assassin couldn't believe it - he watched as the blade swept past his perfect parry and plunged straight into his throat.

Thales drew out the long sword steadily, and looked at the blood on the sword with disgust.

On the other side, after finishing the two, Jodl, who had just arrived, looked at the prince silently, and the gear behind the mirror hole turned slightly.

"Nice hit."

Jodl put away the dagger, with a deep meaning in his words:

"So, you have awakened the power of the end."

Thales didn't answer, but just nodded.

Northland military swordsmanship, two moves in two sets of different offensive styles.

Thunderbolt cross pose, as well as Futhorn pose.

The middle is connected with the fold of fate.

only……

The young man looked at the assassin in front of him with a bloody throat in complicated eyes, watched him trembling and crawling on the ground, moaning and waiting for the end of his life.

There is no one-hit kill.

Thales looked at the desperate eyes of the assassin, and sighed: the moment he drew his sword to meet the enemy, the enthusiasm and enjoyment of the previous swords of disasters when they killed the enemy always appeared in front of his eyes.

And at the moment when the crime of Hell River surged up and imitated the twist of fate, that faint emotion reached its peak.

well.

"I hate this." Thales shook his head, gritted his teeth and raised his sword, wanting to completely end the assassin's pain.

But Jodl suddenly reached out and grabbed Thales' wrist tightly.

Under the puzzled eyes of the prince, the masked guard squatted down gently, stabbing and drawing the dagger in his hand, taking the life of the enemy.

Thales put down his sword and watched silently as the masked guard stood up. With a light flick of the blade, the Supreme Sword was immediately cleared of blood, and it was as clean as new.

Yoddle patted him on the shoulder.

"You shouldn't like it."

The masked guard said calmly.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Thales smiled at Yoddle.

The Prince raised his head, picked up the torch, and watched the way to the ground.

"I don't know if you heard it, but the Swords of Disaster probably know another way to the outside..."

Jodl shook his head, he took out the long dark green stone from his arms, and handed it to Thales.

"As long as you have the key," the masked guard said with a hint of affirmation in his hoarse voice, "we can catch them all in one go."

"Now, we just need to get to the ground safely."

But after that?

Thales stared fixedly at the key to the black cell in his hand, with more questions in his heart.

What about the fast rope?

what about dean

What about the secret department?

Thales, who was in a mess of thoughts, knew that now was not the time to think about these things. He tried his best to get rid of distracting thoughts, threw away the torch, held the hand extended by Yordle, and followed him into the Path of Shadows again.

But luck doesn't always favor them.

They went up another floor, and when they came to a corridor, Yodel suddenly trembled slightly.

"careful."

"There are oddities ahead."

Before the prince could react, the mask guard released Thales' arm very quickly.

Thales, who was still enduring his discomfort in the Path of Shadows, felt his surroundings tremble, and the gray-white world in front of him rippled again, returning to its normal color—darkness—like the tide receding.

Thales grunted in pain, propped his sword on the ground in the dizziness brought about by the world transition, trembling and retching.

how?

When he was still wondering, Yordle had long since disappeared from sight.

But almost at the same time, the moment Thales appeared, a familiar and frightening male voice sounded from the darkness ahead.

"I knew that you would always find a way out, Your Highness."

As the fire lighted up, a white man holding a torch appeared in front of Thales with a friendly smile:

"It's not in vain for me to be here in fear, waiting so long."

When Thales saw this person, he felt a headache and was able to support his forehead with his hands.

"What a coincidence."

The prince twitched the corner of his mouth, and called out the name of the person in front of him in frustration: "Qianzi."

Qianzi shook the torch in his hand, smiling broadly.

Thales suddenly missed Ricky's group of mercenaries.

Swords of Disaster, shouldn't you drive all these people to death?

Why is it so useless?

It's useless to think too much, Thales tried his best to clear up the excess emotions, vigilantly entered the senses of hell, and observed his surroundings.

Qianzi looked at his vigilant face, and arched his shoulders helplessly, which was a little funny.

But Thales knew that "funny" was definitely not one of the adjectives that fit this guy.

"Don't worry, Your Highness," Qianzi raised his hands with sincerity on his face:

"I'm a businessman, and I don't like violence if I can negotiate and settle things."

Is it.

Thales looked at him with a headache, feeling the information from hell's sense organs.

don't like violence...

Then why are there at least a dozen breathing sounds hidden in the darkness behind you?

"That's really reassuring." Tellspi said with a non-smiling smile, trying to find Yordle's location.

But Yordle still didn't show up, and he didn't take him out through the Shadow Path just now.

This means that enemies are difficult to avoid and difficult to deal with.

What will you do, Yoddle?

"Fortunately, our shrewd Baron Russell is not here, so I will be frank and honest," the brazener seemed very happy:

"Don't worry, Your Highness, we have no intention of handing you over to the Northlanders at all. Our cooperation with them is just through the information channel of King Charman... You know, our manpower in Xingchen is not very strong."

Did you intend to hand me over to the Northlanders?

hehe.

This is the expression Thales wanted to give him back.

But he can't.

"So you want to say, you are going to eat me all by yourself?" Thales maintained his expression and twitched the corners of his mouth.

The drill shook his head.

"No, our goal in coming to the Saber Camp is just to meet you alone."

Qianzi's eyes narrowed into a slit, and his expression became serious:

"Let's see if His Royal Highness, the legendary intelligent prince, can be our savior."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

"Savior?"

But in the next second, Jianzi's words and actions shocked Thales, who was already full of vigilance.

I saw Jianzi lifted his cloak and knelt down on one knee in front of the prince, very respectful.

Bjordell went above and beyond.

"The distinguished first heir of the Star Kingdom, His Highness Thales Canxing."

Qianzi's voice is obedient, his tone is respectful, his posture is humble, and he doesn't look hostile:

"'Jianzi' Kosai, here represents the shield of the shadows. We are willing to pledge our allegiance to you and advance for you in order to redeem the heinous crimes we have committed and reverse our declining fate."

"Please accept our sincerity."

"And our loyalty."

Revise after waking up.