Kingdom’s Bloodline

Several sloppy figures appeared one after another, passing by Thales who was out of breath, or glanced at the prince curiously or complicatedly, and then faced the enemy without hesitation.

Quarantine the prince from the battlefield.

And Thales smiled while holding the long sword.

Never get lost.

This is one of the most precious gifts Thales got after escaping from Dragon Clouds City: Even in the black prison, Thales can really feel that they are on the eighteenth floor underground, just a few meters away from Sack E. My lowest level is still far away, but not far from another group of prisoners.

When Thales cursed the first sentence seemingly angrily, the boy actually doubted whether Kuaisheng could understand what he meant.

[Go to hell! This is the 18th floor underground, use your stupid brain, where else can I hide? 】Where else can hide "people" on the 18th underground floor?

Facts have proved that Kuaisheng, who has been fighting alone for six years, has enough wit and a strong desire to survive, and he quickly understood Thales' code:

[But I can't help it, have you forgotten, I'm just a crappy thief who can't even open the door! ] The cell that hides the group of guard prisoners? But I can't open the prison door.

After the first step of communication is completed, Thales can safely smash the strange-shaped alchemy tower key to the fast rope, and their communication hidden in a few words is logical:

【Stop being a thief behind the scenes! Be an upright robber who breaks into doors and robs! 】Don't worry about the door, take this key and unlock it directly!

【robber? It's so light, and I don't know how to be a robber...] But how to use this key?

【don't know? I don't understand, don't you fucking know how to ask? 】Ask the prisoners inside, you idiot!

Thinking back to the dangerous situation just now, Thales shook his head mockingly.

The situation on the field gradually got rid of the sudden chaos and became clearer.

"boom!"

The first strong prisoner who rushed into the battlefield withstood a scimitar, let out a hum of unknown meaning, exerted force on his feet, and knocked the enemy away in a head-to-head impact.

He never seemed to stop, sprinting left and right among the mercenaries with the stolen weapon. Wherever he went, the Sword of Disaster turned people on their backs, but Thales noticed that he was very particular about the angle of his collision. Every time, the smallest price is exchanged for the greatest victory.

The mercenaries who were caught off guard roared again and again, but he just disrupted their formation and couldn't organize a decent multi-person defense line.

"That's Saul Bree, the youngest son of the Viscount Bree's family. He seems to have regressed a lot and is much better than this before."

The lazy voice from before sounded, seemingly doing nothing.

"He used to be on the guard wing of the guard, following Tony to protect the safety of His Royal Highnesses."

Guard wings?

Thales turned his head curiously, and found that it was the man who smiled at him just now: he was standing beside Thales, playing with a sword he had just taken, as if he had made up his mind not to go anywhere.

But the prisoners of the royal guard were basically all dressed in sloppy clothes, and the prince couldn't remember who they were for a moment.

In the distance, at the cost of a shoulder scratch, the strong Saul Brie roared again and overturned a mercenary who wanted to attack him.

"But as you can see, Brie is as ruthless as a bear. We all think he should go to the vanguard, but the second prince brought Sosa with a sharp knife when he went north. Maybe he didn't take him. He talks a lot of nonsense."

Amidst the fierce battle, the lazy voice continued, Thales suddenly remembered: this voice seems to be the one who sang in prison before

Quick footsteps!

The prince twitched his eyebrows: a figure approached behind the speaker and rushed towards them.

"Small"

But before Thales hurriedly reminded him, this lazy man turned around with short shoulders like long eyes behind him, avoiding a knife light coming from the side just right!

He blocked the enemy's second attack, kicked the opponent's knee neatly, and swung his sword the moment the mercenary lost his balance!

Bring out a handful of neck blood in the air.

Thales' reminder choked in his mouth.

The lazy man turned his head, wiped the blood from his chin, and bared his front teeth to Thales as if he was okay:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness, I'm Tai Naki."

"Honorary Earl of Eternal Star City, son of Davon Naky."

Naki pointed to himself, with a lazy expression, and even the sin on the left chin was set off to make it less ferocious:

"Your Highness, please be familiar with me. If possible, it is best..."

Thales was stunned for a while, but was interrupted by another sharp and mean voice.

"Ty Naki, one of the most boring idlers in the wing."

It was another man. He walked past the two of them, with a sharp and gloomy eye exposed under his long hair, staring at Naji viciously, looking quite scary:

"If you stay with him for a long time, you will be unlucky."

Naki stopped talking and touched his nose helplessly.

Thales raised his eyebrows, and saw this mean man holding a dart that came from nowhere, facing a sword of disaster holding a shield, but he was cautious, and he didn't make a move until the opponent charged viciously, and he moved flexibly. sideways.

The mercenary with the shield brushed past him, and then his neck tilted like a mountain collapsed!

"thump!"

The mercenary slumped to the ground, his breathing gradually stopped.

He stared at the mean man in front of him, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Thales was taken aback, only to realize that a dart had been pierced around the neck of the deceased at some point.

The mean man who threw the darts squatted down, quickly grabbed the enemy's leather armor and weapons, and threw them far away to other comrades who did not have weapons, even the darts stuck on the corpses:

"Speaking of which, idler Naki, why don't you come to help?"

Naki shrugged unconsciously, and spoke plausibly:

"Defending is my duty..."

The mean man stared at Naji viciously, and shot another dart in his hand, killing an enemy behind for Bree who was charging ahead.

Seeing the opponent turn around and join the battlefield, the idler Naki frowned, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and whispered to Thales in a complaining tone:

"That's Seth Nye, the damned second logistics officer...Look at his murderous appearance, full of stingy demeanor of the logistics wing..."

"When we were on the field, he always found us the worst hotel, you know, the kind that beer tastes like horse piss, bards sing like pigs, the bed sleeps like a chopping block, and girls touch it Like a big man's dilapidated shop..."

Thales could only raise his eyebrows.

Amidst the noisy sound, the melee lasted no more than ten seconds.

The mercenaries were suddenly attacked and lost their leader, but they seem to have adjusted quickly as they were experienced, organized a counterattack, and surrounded Thales. Footsteps were also hampered.

But that was enough time for the rest of the prisoners to get their weapons and arm themselves.

A guard prisoner with thick hair, comparable to a "savage", took the ax thrown by Nai from a distance, and swung it back!

The moment it met the enemy's blade, the ax in the "savage"'s hand trembled!

His enemy grinned grimly.

This is their special finishing power, as long as...

Thales was taken aback when he saw this, and then remembered an important thing!

"Be careful, their end..."

However, before Thales could speak, the "savage" threw himself fiercely and crashed into the enemy's arms!

In the eyes of the enemy's death, the "savage" cut him down despite being injured, and then stood up, smashing the other person back with an ax handle.

His recklessness and tough tactics choked Thales' worried words in his mouth.

"Notice!"

This "savage" roared to remind his companions: "There is a problem with their Terminator power, it is the traitors from the Terminator Tower!"

"Sword of Disaster!"

The mercenaries were all shocked, as if they were a little surprised that their details were exposed.

"Don't get entangled with them, go straight to the vitals, and knock them down with one blow!"

While the other prisoners responded one after another, the fierce and tough "savage" faced the next enemy.

"Oh, this guy who is so hard all over the body, Luton Belletti," the neat and tidy Naki beside Thales began to chatter again: "The distant descendant of the famous Belletti family .”

"Hey, he used to be a good man, he would hang out with us and wait to die..."

used to be?

"Until the old captain unexpectedly promoted him to replace Saker and become the chief of the punishment wing."

Hearing that name, Thales' heart sank.

Naki looked at Belletti, who had fierce eyes and stood in front of the enemy like a beast, and shook his head like singing:

"There is always such a kind of person who is so good at being a scumbag all the time, but he quietly makes it out..."

During the conversation, Naki's face suddenly changed!

He took a step back and rushed towards Thales, pushing the prince down hard.

"Shua!"

Thales coughed eagerly and propped himself up on the ground, and was surprised to see a hand ax pass over their heads and hit the wall.

"Don't worry, Your Highness."

Naki got up from the prince indifferently, and patted the dust off his body, without any awareness of being attacked by the flying axe:

"We have a special person responsible for handling this type of sniper attack..."

Before he finished speaking, Thales saw from a distance that the mercenary who threw the throwing ax at them stared, with a sharp blade sticking out of his chest!

While he was still trembling and touching his chest, a pair of thin arms stretched out from behind him, dragging him, who was sure to die, to the corner.

Thales saw clearly the guard prisoner who stabbed the knife in the back, the so-called "specialist":

Although he was extremely proficient in dragging the corpse, his expression shrank, his eyes were terrified, his figure was stooped, he looked around stealthily and tiptoely, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

Thales recognized the frightened face.

It was the guard prisoner who heard Shadowshield's footsteps in the dark.

"That skinny monkey is Jonah Cannon, a scout on the vanguard wing, responsible for collecting intelligence, delivering messages, and detecting threats..." Naki smiled and pulled the prince up from the ground, pouted at the shivering prisoner:

"A private soldier from the Canxing family, his family is just a lord, but if you want to underestimate him because of this, he can slit your throat in the middle of the night..."

"If it weren't for a temporary cold, that guy would have joined the Starlight Legion and followed Duke John to fight against the rebellion."

There was a little emotion in Naki's words.

Thales looked at the thin and hunched Cannon in surprise. He took off a knife from his opponent and threw it to the next person.

Another figure took the knife from Cannon and came into Thales' sight.

"Hahahaha!" The previous desolate laughter sounded again.

"The last time I swung my sword like this..."

This figure is very strange, holding a sword in the left hand and holding the sword in the right, the sword in the left hand is sharp, and the sword in the right hand is powerful, the offensive alternates back and forth, making people dazzled and dizzy.

"It's still in the Fuxing Palace..."

With the blood splattered everywhere, the smiling prisoner withdrew his sword. His two opponents couldn't even make a decent counterattack, so they clutched the fatal wounds on their thighs and necks and fell slowly.

He turned around, frantically looking for his next target.

"The one who is laughing and doing things while going crazy is Guti Taldin. Princess, you can tell from his gorgeous moves."

Naki looked enviously and jealously at Tardin who was looking for a fight with a sword in his hand:

"But unfortunately, our Guti Taldin rejected his father's 'evil conspiracy', and finally avoided the 'tragic fate' of inheriting the family business and becoming a happy rice bug, and ran to be a guard for noble love .”

"Love?" Thales frowned.

"Yeah, everyone knows he's smitten with Princess Constance..."

"One more word of nonsense, Naki," Taldin seemed to be able to hear better than anyone in the battle, and he said loudly without looking back:

"I'd be more than happy to fix your kidneys!"

Naki brightened his front teeth, first smiled innocently at Taldin, and while he was not paying attention, showed Thales a "see it?" expression.

Thales withdrew his gaze from these former royal guards.

"Bear" Bree rampaging and disrupting the formation, Nai, the stingy logistics officer who is careful to throw darts to kill, Belletti tearing apart opponents like a beast, Cannon the scout riding in the corner, Tardin fluttering with swords, and guards around him Side lazy Naki...

These six people with different skills and different styles cooperated with each other and killed the Swords of Disaster three times as many as their own.

Thales frowned.

This is...Eighteen years ago, the royal guard of Xingchen?

"We have regressed a lot. In the past, the royal guard formed a formation, and there are jerky!" Nakin pouted, rummaging happily as he searched for a corpse on the ground.

Thales turned his gaze to the seventh person.

The calmest, calmest, and most special man in the field, just holding a pair of swords and shields, walked slowly through the center of the battlefield.

He was like a block of cold ice, motionless in the face of a dangerous situation, but suddenly erupted when he passed every pair of fighting people, and his sword and shield came out like an ice and snow avalanche!

The man passed by Bree, who was wrestling with the enemy, and the shield suddenly fell, hitting the enemy's knee. The latter retreated in pain, and his sternum was crushed by Bree's hammer.

The third set of offensive cold attack style.

Thales said silently.

The man passed Belletti, who was dealing with the two of them, and suddenly broke into the battle group. His shield was against an enemy blade, and his long sword pulled bloody from the other's neck.

The third set of defensive counterattack.

Thales clenched his fists: This is obviously defensive!

Facing a menacing foe, the man deftly deflected his shield, sending the foe staggering, before Nye's dart flew out of nowhere and slit his throat.

The first defensive iron body pose.

Thales pursed his lips: it was the first move he got.

The man passed a burly enemy, the first blow was knocked out by the opponent's strong sword, but he let go of the long sword and bullied him into the opponent's arms. His skull was smashed and dented.

The sixth set of offensive style and the second set of defensive style, sneak attack style plus thunderbolt style?

Thales recognized the two forms combined, and thought that it could still be used in this way.

The man covered in blood picked up the long sword, and just as he turned around, a torch hit him!

Sparks flew everywhere, burning his clothes.

The enemy rushed forward fiercely.

Taylor's heart tightened.

But the burning man didn't take a step back, instead he made progress while roaring, facing the flames and the opponent's long sword, he swung a ferocious shield strike!

"boom!"

In the next second, the man's sword pierced the enemy's jaw, smashing the back of the opponent's head against the wall, and then pushed away the enemy's sword that scratched his own arm, and slowly patted off the sparks on his body.

The fifth set of offensive style and frontal style?

No, it's a bit like the second set of offensive flank attack?

"Little Quill Barney," Naki noticed Thales' gaze and sighed slightly:

"After Nolan Nur followed Horace to the north, the old captain appointed him to act as the Chief Pioneer Officer."

"It's nothing good. It's rare in the team. It's an extreme master who is at the same level as the guards Tony, Walker, and Skeleton. He's a terribly paranoid person."

"And you can tell that... he doesn't fight with his body, but with his life. The man eighteen years ago is just as deadly as the man eighteen years later."

Quail Barney Jr.

Thales stared blankly at the man with the sword and shield in his hand, and watched him either cooperate with his companions or attack alone, as long as he took a few steps, he would knock down one person efficiently and quickly.

Every fight is clean and quick.

Never procrastinate, never have a single enemy.

Thales was puzzled.

yes.

It is also the northern military swordsmanship.

But why, in the hands of the man in front of me, just so...

fatal?

"The Northland used to be the toughest barrier of the empire. It was the gathering place for the first batch of knights. It was also the place where scattered human beings gathered together to fight against foreign enemies. This set of swordsmanship is the place full of wars and conflicts. A witness to the age of blood, death and hope."

Unknowingly, a familiar voice came before him, steady and cold.

Thales frowned, and looked at the murderous little Barney.

"No matter who taught you this set of swordsmanship..."

"Seven sets of offensive styles and three sets of defensive styles, seven to three, there is a reason for this ratio," Quill Barney Jr. pulled out a long sword from a corpse, and looked at Thales with misty eyes:

"In those days, if you didn't have the courage to fight with the enemy and take a risk..."

"Then this set of sword skills is meaningless."

"There will be no glorious and boundless human empire in the future."

"Your Majesty, I have never met before."

At that moment, against the backdrop of fighting and bloodshed, little Barney's eyes were aggressive.

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