Kingdom’s Bloodline

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"Okay, he's awake..."

Thales woke up in a chaotic crowd, and opened his eyes to see Ramon's big nose. Pin Shu (w W W . V o Dtw . c o M)

What happened just now?

The magic gun shot me...

Another "out of control"?

He was panting, and Ramon was squeezed out of view, followed by Puttilai's thin face, Wyah's anxious expression, and half of Ada's face under the cloak.

"What's wrong?" Thales asked weakly.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Respect the doctor!" Ramon's dissatisfied voice came from the side: "Give us an open space! Your Highness needs further examination!"

The three faces disappeared from view, and Ramon's big nose reappeared.

"How am I?" Thales asked softly, feeling his whole body.

"You're fine now. In fact, most people don't have your vitality and recovery power..." Ramon frowned, "But your body..."

"Okay," Thales interrupted him, struggling to sit up, moved his right arm, and looked around: "Now is not the time to talk about this."

Ramon clearly sensed the abnormality in his body...but how could he talk about it in this kind of place?

But Ramon seemed unwilling to give up, and his next sentence made Thales clenched his fist.

"Listen, Your Highness," Ramon gritted his teeth and whispered while bandaging the shoulder he had just injured in the scuffle, "Others may not know, but I can feel it: Those magic guns didn't miss It's...but what you did to make them out of alignment..."

What?

Thales tried his best to control his astonishment, not to let himself be overly surprised.

What did he know?

"I don't know what you're talking about." Thales replied bluntly, "I should get up...tell them the prince is fine."

But Ramon still chattered with dissatisfaction: "Whether it's a supernatural power or something... Judging by their reactions, I guess it's not something that everyone knows, but it doesn't matter, I'm not interested in your secrets either, only a little……"

He bowed his head and said viciously: "Let me go after crossing the border, I will never join your damn journey again! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what?" Thales turned his head suddenly, glaring: "Use your power of bringing people back to life to deal with me?"

Ramon was slightly taken aback.

"You are not a doctor, Ramon," Thales whispered coldly: "Yes, I know this clearly: what you use to cure diseases and save lives is another kind of power..."

"I guess this is not a well-known thing, is it?" He looked at Ramon's unbelievable expression and nodded his forehead.

"We'll talk about that later."

Thales stood up, leaving Ramon in a daze.

The magic gun troops in the distance have already withdrawn. The Fury Guards are cleaning up the battlefield, tying the corpses of their comrades with ropes, and everyone's face is full of sadness and anger.

Damn.

Thales sighed and clenched his fists: If this is what I have to face in the future...

Damn.

He raised his head, and Exeter's barracks was in sight.

"What happened?" Thales walked towards Putilai with difficulty, and waved his hand to indicate that he was fine: "The Ext people... let us go?"

"They retreated after the first shot failed." Puttilai frowned and looked at Thales: "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, I just lost my strength just now...I feel good now." Thales said without a doubt.

"What exactly is a magic gun?" Thales asked with lingering fear, clutching his chest.

"A powerful weapon for siege and defense," Puttilai shook his head, "but every shot is expensive, the source is rare, and the efficiency is low."

No.

wrong.

It's not that simple -- from the wacky name to the mysterious workings.

Thales secretly said.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, are you really alright? You just stopped breathing..." Huai Ya shook his head worriedly and walked to him.

"I said, I'm fine now." Thales interrupted him coldly: "We have more important things to do."

Wyatt frowned.

This is a secret I must keep.

Feel sorry.

Thales raised his head with apologies to Wyah, and looked forward.

"What's that?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

Not far ahead, the scarred Araka was glaring at a gray-helmed knight riding a horse.

"One of Exeter's 'Five War Generals', the leader of the anti-demon armed 'Rising Sun Saber'," Puttilai said vigilantly: "The flame-flaming knight, Rom Tuleha."

"Lumba sent him here alone, it seems to be for peace," Puttilai shook his head: "If Lumba really went crazy and wanted to kill us all, why did he give up halfway?"

yes.

After all, Rumba has no reason to kill me.

Then why...

"But we've come this far," Puttilai said slowly, "There's no turning back."

Thales nodded slightly.

"You are His Highness Thales?" Tuleha saw Thales from afar.

"Your Majesty Romford Tuleha," the gray-helmed knight looked at Alaka warily, and said slowly, "Lord Charmain Rumba invites you to meet him."

Thales sighed and strode forward.

"Grand Duke Heisha... I thought he would be more friendly," Thales looked around, looking at the charred corpses on the ground and the wounded soldiers and members of the mission, suppressing his dissatisfaction: "Instead of killing After most of us have been killed, then we hypocritically propose an invitation."

Tuleha raised his head and looked at the Broken Dragon Fortress in the distance.

"If you have any opinions, you can ask the Grand Duke himself." The Fire Knight's eyes under the gray helmet were sharp and deep: "I am only responsible for bringing you to him."

Thales gritted his teeth and let out a breath.

At this moment, Araka strode towards Tuleha with a hideous face, "Did you forget something? Exeter?"

The words of Kingdom Fury contain anger.

"Forget it, Alaka, go back." Tuleha looked at the wrath of the Kingdom with unkind eyes, and turned his horse's head: "The Grand Duke does not welcome you... neither you nor your guards."

"You just came to escort the prince, didn't you?"

"Rumba doesn't welcome me, what are you kidding?" Araka said viciously, "His elder brother died at his hands, and his father died at my hands—with such common ground, we should be able to chat easily. "

Thales frowned.

"Especially, I killed so many of his soldiers, and he also killed so many of my soldiers..." Araka said coldly, "We will definitely become 'good friends'."

"The battle is over, and you can't change its outcome." Tuleha replied indifferently, as if he had gotten used to the other party's provocation: "The dead in battle are certainly worth commemorating, but the living must not forget their mission."

"What is your mission? Araka?"

Araka lowered his head and looked at a scorched corpse not far away tied to a makeshift tow rope, his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

"You fought bravely, but your mission has been completed." Tuleha looked at his opponent coldly: "You should be glad that we didn't take the opportunity to rob the bow."

"Why don't you try it?" Alaka grabbed the immovable bow fiercely, and stood one end of it in the snow: "Anyway, you also brought that knife, didn't you?"

"One day, I will," Tuleham shook his head, his eyes brightened, "but not now."

"One day," he said slowly, "we will settle all blood debts to each other."

Araka stared at him intently, sneering uncomfortably.

"Your Highness?" Tuleha didn't look at Araka again, he nodded slightly on the horse, and then stretched out his hand in the direction of the barracks.

Thales looked at Puttilai, who gave him a supportive look.

"I don't think we have any other choice, do we?" Thales looked at the gray helmeted knight, who smiled at him.

"Okay," Thales looked at the messy battlefield, heaved a sigh of relief, and walked forward: "Let's go and see the host of this welcoming ceremony."

Thales looked at Araka with a difficult expression: "Thank you, Baron Mu."

"And your... Kingdom Wrath." Thales added hesitantly.

Araka didn't respond, he just silently watched his guards tidy up the battlefield.

Sighing and bowing his head, Thales turned around and walked towards the barracks.

Putile was the first to follow Thales, followed by Wyatt and Rolf, and Ada looked at the corpses around and walked to the back of the team.

Willow supported Genard, while Ramon followed dissatisfiedly under the push of several soldiers.

"child!"

Thales turned around in surprise,

On the snowy ground, Araka lowered his head and inserted the fixed bow back into his back.

"More than half of my soldiers, including your mission, died," Kingdom Fury said silently, "just to send you here."

Alaka Mu raised his head, his eyes were full of emotions that Thales couldn't understand:

"Don't let them die in vain."

Thales was taken aback.

But Kingdom Wrath has turned around.

Araka grabbed a rope and dragged the corpses of four or five soldiers, walking towards the way they came from without looking back.

Behind him was the only remaining Fury Guards, and the remains of their comrades who were dragged with ropes in the snow, whether intact or mutilated.

The back is lonely.

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The Exeter's barracks looked wild and rough. The camp walls were simply built from tree trunks cut from the nearby needle forest, and the soldiers' rest tents were built with thick branches. It was the Exters who impressed me.

They are so "enthusiastic".

Thales even suspected that if it weren't for Tuleha leading the horse and leading the way, the people of Exter would have rushed over.

The Exeter soldiers on guard stared at a group of planetary people with unfriendly expressions, and even a sentry spat viciously at his feet.

A group of cavalry who had just returned to camp passed by them, looked at the star flags they held high, and laughed provocatively at them.

"Go back, southerners," an Exeter soldier carrying heavy armor and a big sword shouted to the mission in disgust, "Imperials are not welcome in the North!"

"Go ahead and dream of your empire!" A half-baked man sitting by the fire sharpening a giant ax beat his chest and roared, "First we have to spit out our territory! Northerners!"

"They killed our prince, but let a child come to ask for peace!" They walked past a circle of soldiers sitting on the left, and a leading soldier pointed at the mission and yelled: "This is the shamelessness of the 'Empire' !"

The people around responded angrily, glaring at them.

"Do you know why?" The soldier said loudly, "Because all the men in the country were killed by us twelve years ago!"

The people around him burst into laughter and echoed him: "Let them send a princess!"

"Little boys are fine too," a soldier mocked, "as long as they are pretty enough—we don't care whether the front or the back!"

There was another burst of laughter.

"Should I be surprised?" Thales raised his head and sighed, "Or is this the way the Ext people say 'hello' to the Star people?"

"Don't be surprised, Your Highness," Puttilai said to the stiff-faced Thales easily:

"For more than six hundred years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the relationship between Xingchen and Exeter has always been bad. Regardless of the history of the empire or the competition in the Westland, it is enough to become a reason for our hostility-the cold castle is what we started four hundred years ago. Snatched from Exeter's hands."

"Hate was the first thing in history, and hatred is writing history again."

Putilei sighed:

"Only the Continental War can make us temporarily forget how we feel about each other, and we rarely fight side by side - during the Third Continental War, the hero Sara and the oath-keeping king Midil were close friends. We worked together to fight against the Eastern Continent's expeditionary force. But unfortunately, they broke up and turned against each other in the end, and the rare opportunity for the dragon and the stars to repair was lost."

"However, this is a military camp. Other places will be much better. Many people in the Northland don't care about those trivial things." Huai Ya nodded.

"They call us 'Imperial People', why?" Thales frowned and asked: "Isn't the history of the Empire more than six hundred years ago? Even if there is a real enmity, it must be traced back to more than a thousand years ago Isn't it the ancient empire of China?"

"This is their satire on us." Puttilai shook his head, with a complicated expression: "The people of the stars have always been proud of the blood and inheritance of the empire, but unfortunately, the impression left by the empire on the world is not good."

"It's not just the Northlanders, the Kingdom of Alanya in the Thorns, and the Principality of Anrenzo in the Dragon's Kiss Basin, the people there also have a bad opinion of us. Whenever there is a need—such as a war, this kind of tradition that has been passed down from generation to generation Old emotions will be exaggerated and magnified, and it is much more effective to increase soldiers' bounties."

empire.

Empire people.

Thales sighed, hiding the information in his mind.

"Speaking of this, the recruitment and mobilization of more than 10,000 people is almost the limit of the black sand collar." Puttilai looked at the densely packed military camp in front of him: "I think Lumbard's supplies and expenses are enough, and the black sand collar is not rich. The place."

"For the northern border. They must have planned for a long time and spent a lot of money."

The stars finally followed Tuleha to a huge tent.

A tall military nobleman who had been waiting in front of the tent for a long time came forward and nodded slightly to Tuleha.

The tall nobleman bowed to Thales and said, "Is this His Royal Highness Thales? It's the first time we meet, and I'm Lhasa Kanda."

"The Viscount of the Kingdom of Exeter, whose fiefdom is located in Menton City in the Black Sand Territory."

"Please follow me to rest in the mission. As for Your Highness," Viscount Kanda nodded and looked at Thales: "The Grand Duke is waiting for your visit."

Thales frowned.

"This is a private meeting," Kanda looked at Thales with burning eyes: "The Grand Duke of the Black Sand Territory and the Prince of the Stars."

"Don't worry," Viscount Kanda raised his hand, stopped Puttilai and Huayer who were about to say something, and said firmly, "His Highness is already here, at least he won't be here until he arrives at Dragon Clouds City to meet His Majesty. something."

Thales sighed softly and smiled: "I think we still don't have much choice, don't we?"

"You know, Your Highness, I suddenly figured it out." Puttilai said silently, his eyes lit up: "Rumba is not crazy."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

Kanda frowned, and made a "please" gesture to Thales.

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The Grand Duke's own tent is tall and spacious, but it is not bright. The floor is covered with thick carpets, embroidered with a powerful iron fist pattern.

Sitting next to a thick square table full of food was a rough-looking man, about forty years old, gray-haired, blue-eyed, with stubble on his chin, wearing fine chain armor with iron rings, chewing on a part of the table Plate Roast.

An iron brazier was blazing on one side, reflecting the man's face even more mysteriously.

Thales noticed that a saber with a polished leather scabbard was also placed horizontally on the table.

He calmly looked at the actual ruler of the Black Sand Territory, Grand Duke Charman Lombard.

Rumba put a lump of barbecue into his mouth while looking at him fixedly, which made Thales feel uncomfortable for a while.

"You and I imagine it to be more calm."

The Grand Duke said slowly.

Thales sighed.

"Maybe," he walked to the table, climbed up a chair and sat down, "but facing the enemy who owes me hundreds of lives and blood, I really can't think of any other expressions... Even anger seems superfluous."

Rumba picked up a wooden wine glass and poured it into his mouth suddenly, his Adam's apple swallowed continuously.

The Grand Duke put down his wine glass, wiped the spilled wine with the back of his left hand, grabbed a piece of hind leg meat, and took a bite.

"According to the news from the stars...you really don't look like a seven-year-old child."

"When life is not easy, you have to learn to mature earlier." Thales shrugged.

"Eat, good venison," Rumba pushed a plate of roasted meat over. "The prince of the stars cannot starve to death in my barracks."

Thales frowned as he looked at the plate of rude barbecue.

"You are very kind, the reverse impact is indeed beyond my expectation," Lumbard said coldly:

"Who made this decision? Maybe I should reward him well, so that all my planning over the years will be ruined."

"You." Thales pulled the plate in front of him, drew out the dagger without raising his head, and began to cut the meat.

Rumba frowned.

"This is your decision, Your Excellency," Thales said calmly, cutting up the venison, "You killed half of us on the first day I stepped into the border of Exeter...and forced us to To be able to choose the path that is least favorable to you."

"How long have you been standing here looking at the opposite fort every day? Two weeks? Three weeks?"

"I guess, the supplies, food and accommodation of more than 10,000 people are not easy to maintain?" Thales shrugged: "I'm really worried about the finances of the black sand collar."

He picked up a thumb-sized piece of venison and put it in his mouth.

tasty.

Rumba stopped eating and drinking, he looked straight at Thales, his eyes were full of sternness.

"You know," the Grand Duke said slowly, "I originally planned to save your life, and it is enough to kill the people around you."

Thales frowned.

His venison was not well cut.

"But we encountered an attack from the magic gun unit... that level," Thales snorted softly, and he began to cut off a piece of meat: "It's going to kill me."

"It was an accident." Luba said lightly.

"Accident..." Thales laughed angrily, he put down the dagger in his hand: "You take the magic gun..."

But he was taken aback immediately.

etc.

Puttilai said, Rumba is not crazy.

so……

Thales stared blankly at Rumba.

Could it be that.

"Is that an accident?" Thales asked in disbelief.

"It was an accident." Rumba put his arms on the table, his eyes burning.

Thales closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

half an hour.

"You didn't send the magic gun unit." Thales opened his eyes and said affirmatively.

"I haven't." Rumba put down his glass and shook his head slowly.

"You didn't intend to kill me either." Thales continued.

"I didn't." Rumba said with burning eyes.

Thales gritted his teeth.

"So that's how it is." He laughed out loud as he exhaled, "There is someone else who commands the magic gun troops."

Rumba kills himself for no reason at all.

The magic gun unit is an uncontrollable lethal weapon... No matter how stupid he is, he will not use this kind of thing against me.

Thales sighed.

Rumba grabbed the wooden plate of venison, pulled it in front of him, and grabbed a piece of meat.

"You and I imagine that you are much smarter." Rumba's face was ugly, he put the meat into his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You understand the reason why we met here.

"Yes, I understand." Thales wiped the dagger with his sleeve, put it back into his waist, and sighed: "It's just that I really didn't expect that the famous Grand Duke Heisha, the magic gun under his command The army was actually easily deceived into taking command."

Rumba suppressed his anger: "The officer's name is Hardy. He has been in charge of training my magic gun unit since three years ago, and the commander of the unit fell ill in bed this morning. He is only in charge of command temporarily."

"How is he?" Thales said silently.

"After the evacuation horn sounded, he still ordered the second firing, but immediately some soldiers questioned his order," Lombard said gloomyly: "Hardy then cut his neck and committed suicide without hesitation... We are still investigating who is behind him .”

"This also explains why you hurriedly blew the retreat bugle after only one shot." Thales sneered: "Even the command can fail... Sorry, I really don't know what expression to use at this time."

The Grand Duke of Lombard pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Their goal should be to kill me with your hands, or to plot against you with my death." Thales sneered: "I think the latter is the majority, and my enemies are all in the country."

"The higher you stand," Rumba said silently, "the more enemies there will be."

"So, the sudden accident also canceled your plan," Thales snorted, "Did you plan to humiliate me and capture me to see if the fortress would be shaken?"

silence.

Rumba opened the nearby rye bottle and filled his empty glass.

"I hate to say it, but King Kessel made a good move, and he pushed you out," the Grand Duke of Lombard said calmly, "When you step into my camp, I will never be able to take down the fortress and the northern border." gone."

"And the oath he made in the Fuxing Palace, wait for you to use the ownership of the royal power to forge a pair of armor for you," Lunba raised his glass and said silently: "If you die in Exeter, no matter who did it, The bordering Black Sand Territory will only suffer," he said.

"So, once you find that you can't take Broken Dragon Fortress, and you find that there are actually people watching you, you will change your posture and try to win me over?" Thales said coldly.

Rumba took a sip of his wine expressionlessly, and said, "Kessel's oath dissuaded some people from wanting your life, but it also aroused other people's ambition to take your life."

"Today's magic gun is just the beginning - we have a common enemy lurking in the dark, whether it is for the throne of Exeter or the throne of the stars," the voice of Grand Duke Heisha is steady and solemn: "You step into Exeter, from the moment we step into the North, our interests are bound together."

"Yeah," Thales lowered his head, his voice was steady and indifferent: "I died in Exeter, which is not a good thing for both of us."

"I will allocate two thousand people, led by Kanda—my most trusted subject, to escort you to Dragon Clouds City." Grand Duke Lombard's expression softened a bit, "You will directly reach the territory of the Walton family— —The king's messengers are waiting for you."

"But my people died on the battlefield. They stood in front of me one by one, pierced by knives, swords, and spears." Thales raised his head with a gloomy face: "Your people were also killed by us A lot."

Rumba closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

Thales stared at him expressionlessly.

"Those soldiers...whether my soldiers or your subordinates will not die in vain. They deserved their death," Lumba opened his eyes: "It is because of their sacrifices that we can understand each other and sit here and work hard The future fate of the two countries is decided ... even if there is no difficulty."

"We are not enemies. The hostility on the battlefield is just forced by the situation," Lunba said softly. "For the sake of the future, so that such unnecessary bloodshed will not happen again today, we should put aside the hatred of the past, which is justified."

"War is for peace, isn't it?"

Thales suddenly laughed.

"Well said, Your Excellency." He chuckled with an unclear expression: "There are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests."

"As you said, from now on, we have no reason to be enemies with each other." The Grand Duke nodded and raised his wine glass. "You ate my venison. According to the customs of the Northland, you are my guest."

"This is good rye wine," Rumba pushed the glass over with deep eyes, "and according to the custom of the Northland, we are allies after drinking the same glass of wine."

"From manpower, intelligence, resources to financial resources, I will provide you with all the convenience in Exeter, and our enemies will not have any chance." Grand Duke Lombard nodded: "Until you leave Exeter and return to the stars .”

"Even until the day you..."

Rumba looked surprised: "Crowned as king."

silence.

Thales suddenly laughed.

"My experience tells me to be cautious with those who want to be your allies, no matter how sweet and sincere they are," Thales said indifferently: "And I can't trust you, Your Excellency the Grand Duke of Lombard."

"Hmph," the Grand Duke Lunba's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Because so many people died under your command?"

"Not only that."

"It's also because of the indifference and hypocrisy you showed in the death and sacrifice of your subordinates," Thales said coldly, "Our covenant is doomed to be betrayed by allying with you. interests, I can say with certainty that when the covenant breaks, the losses I suffer will far outweigh the benefits I gain.”

"And I feel deeply about that."

Thales looked at Rumba, and his expression gradually became gloomy.

"Besides, I hate what you said," Thales gritted his teeth and shook his head, remembering Araka's lonely back. "Those people on the battlefield...they died for your own selfish desires."

"And the nonsense of 'death deserves' and 'war is for peace'," Thales grabbed his glass and sneered, "Let's keep it to yourself."

silence.

"At first I thought you were mature and stable, with a mind beyond your age," Lumba sneered and shook his head: "You are acting like a child now."

"That's right." Thales said coldly.

He poured out the wine in the glass, and said to the gloomy Lumbard:

"And children can't drink."

Thales jumped off the chair and walked out of the tent without looking back.

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