Kingdom’s Bloodline

ear.

There was endless noise, an uproar all over the sky, and unknown roars and shouts erupted from the crowd.

in front of you.

The adult showed a warm smile, grabbed his shoulders, leaned against his body tremblingly, stretched his head to his ear, and whispered softly:

"Good job, don't worry."

here you go……

don’t worry……

In the deep darkness, he suddenly woke up from his nightmare.

The wound on his body seemed to come alive instantly, and at the same time, unbearable pain broke out.

He twisted his face, suppressed the pain in his throat, and first shifted his attention to perceive everything around him.

There was the sound of wind and snow whistling in my ears, a stink hit my nose and mouth, and the low howls of livestock came from a few steps away.

He raised his trembling left hand with difficulty, and without accident touched an old uneven wall made of rough bricks.

The power of the end surged.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, the surrounding environment gradually appeared in his perception.

This is the place where he escaped after sending a message to the brotherhood's eyeliner dragging his seriously injured body—an ordinary livestock pen in the countryside of Northland, with a simple but thick thatched roof and a rough handmade fence on one side of the wall. And the muddy ground mixed with water, snow, urine, mud, and his own blood.

Safety.

The blood fel mage was not around.

He let out a low moan of pain.

Two punctures, six lacerations, two fractures, and countless scrapes, bruises, and muscle strains.

She was a girl with a pretty smile—he thought of the blood magician, and smiled wryly—why did she have such a bad temper.

It's just that I want to poke a hole in your real body with the legendary anti-magic weapon.

Thinking of this, he touched the two weapons at hand.

Lancer——he sighed in severe pain: I've been tricked by you again.

Not far away, a group of thick-haired pigs, two big and six small, gathered together anxiously, keeping each other warm while trying their best to keep away from the new uninvited guests. A black dog stood outside the fence, bravely guarding the perimeter of its territory, facing them Make a low warning sound.

As the snow fell outside the house, his perception was able to extend out of the circle and touch another wooden house with a thatched roof. There were four sleeping breaths inside, two relatively calm, and two young and restless. Next door is a stable, which contains two slightly different stout breaths—should be two strong horses unique to the Northland.

He smiled in the dark, remembering the time when he spent the night in different countries during the busy days.

Obviously, this is an ordinary family of four in the north. The two horses, one should be a farm horse, and the other should be a riding horse for service and hunting. They should be rented from the lord. Look at the surroundings. The environment, it is estimated that those few pigs are not his own, but specially raised for the lord's dining table-God knows, how will those pigs that seem to be carelessly raised survive in this kind of weather? After all, it doesn't have completely different and meticulous animal husbandry methods like the south.

I remember that a long time ago, she—that dirty girl also told herself that she wanted to come to the north to see.

See how the Northlanders survived in such cold weather.

"I don't know if they keep piglets?" She looked at herself with curious eyes.

But at that time, he just lowered his head and wiped the weapon on his leg.

Do northerners raise pigs? Now we have the answer.

Gotta write this down... we can tell her together later.

just now...

The next moment, the man faded all the smiles from his face.

Lying on the ground, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the power of ending surged in, seeping out from every pore, prompting the wounds all over his body to further close, repair, and heal.

However, this process was full of even more terrible pains and even more unbearable itches.

Just like his countless struggles in the past.

But the man was only trembling and sweating, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, showing a bitter smile.

good.

At least, I don't have to endure Ramon's chatter and cynicism when he was treating him... The boring chatter of the big-nosed doctor is as lethal as a magician.

The power of ending surged into all his wounds like a wave, forcing his nerves, his muscles, and his bones to speed up recovery, self-healing, and reorganization.

The turbulent pain and impact made him just close his eyes in trembling, and he couldn't stop breaking out in cold sweat.

After a while, he finally stopped trembling, and his whole body was limp on the ground.

He gritted his teeth and let out a sigh of relief.

How long has it been since you suffered such a serious injury?

He struggled to turn over, his mouth and nose brushing the filthy ground.

Dirty... huh?

In the darkness, he chuckled lowly.

filthy me...

Now that I am no longer qualified, go and glare at her.

That dirty girl.

The man held down the dirty ground, got up weakly, and felt his physical condition.

Supplementary food is needed, preferably meat.

He looked in the direction of the pigs.

Mr. Thick Pig's family, feeling the man's killing intent in their animal instincts, trembled and whined in low voices.

At the same time, the four breaths of the Northerner's deep sleep sounded in the man's ears again.

These pigs are probably one of the few sources of their livelihood.

He sighed.

Facing the shivering Mr. Thick Pig's family, the man showed a smile that they could neither see nor understand.

Then, he grabbed the two weapons at hand and turned out of the stable.

He remembered that the extreme cold was approaching.

Fortunately, this is the Northland.

Thank you Lord of the Mountains.

Thank you for your gift.

And I will remember your generosity.

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"Spearman and Shielder! Form the first line of interception on the gentle slope ahead! Let them slow down no matter what!" Cambida looked at the incoming cavalry with a solemn face, and ordered decisively.

Under his command, the Exeter infantrymen of Heisha collar took up the big iron shield unique to the Northland without hesitation, and trotted to the front of the camp to form a defensive line.

"Heavy infantry, one minute, must be ready to keep up with the defense line! The two-handed heavy swordsman is in front, aiming at the horse's leg, and the heavy armored swordsman is behind. As long as it falls from the horse, no matter whether it will move or not, give it to me." Throw the ax down!"

"Phil!" Cambida turned his head and yelled at the shooters on the side of the camp: "Get your men ready, the enemy appeared too suddenly, there is no time to shoot!"

As his words fell, a short Exeter soldier opened his voice suddenly, and ordered to the archers standing in two rows on the side of the camp: "Raise the arrow and draw the bow, and prepare for salvo!"

"Cavalry on horseback, look for opportunities to attack from the side!"

"Shoot a signal arrow, and at the same time send a light cavalry messenger to the camp behind, so that the rearguard can quickly reinforce it!"

In contrast, the team of Starmen under the heavy siege of the Heisha leading army seemed much quieter.

[The weather is bad, the wind is strong, it is difficult to control]

This is Rolf's sign language, and Wyah's frown was greeted again without accident.

"I knew it was going to be a war again..." Ramon gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear, "It's definitely not good to follow you... You are a prince, and you are a piece of cheese that attracts flies, and I really Just an ordinary doctor..."

He shrank as far as possible to the rear, away from Thales, but he would not leave the protection range of the large group of people.

The cunning doctor—Wiaia Castle, who was watching him coldly, held the sword hilt tightly and snorted dissatisfied.

Thales ignored the doctor, his face was stiff, and he looked at the cavalry approaching from the opposite side with complicated emotions.

It's not that he is too insensitive to threats, but that he has experienced so many inexplicable threats since he left Yongxing City and went north, so that when he encounters a similar situation again, his first reaction is not surprise and nervousness, but With a long sigh:

What is it this time?

Can't he be allowed to reach Dragon Clouds City safely?

But—Thales forced himself to think of something logical—Heisha led an army of more than 2,000 people, guarded guards along the way, and drove carefully, why was he so unaware of this group of uninvited guests?

Putilei said that the people on the opposite side are all elites, but the escorts around him are also elite soldiers from the Heisha collar, so there should be no need to worry too much... right.

Until among the group of gray-clothed and masked light armored cavalry, a familiar voice came from afar.

"Soldiers, put down your guard!"

It's Tuleha.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

The Fire Knight of the Black Sand Leader who set out to investigate, one of the five generals of Exeter, the figure of Lord Tuleha appeared from the cavalry on the opposite side, and stopped by the outermost campfire: "This is His Majesty Nunn's relatives." Wei, it is the troops he sent to meet Prince Xingchen's mission!"

"Old friend, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that it's always right to be cautious these days." Viscount Cambida drew out the sword at his waist, and walked to the front row of the camp under the guard of a group of soldiers: "There are kings Anyone testify?"

Cambida suppressed the unspoken words in his heart.

Even the subordinates of Grand Duke Heisha may have traitors, right?

The gray-clothed cavalry reined in their horses and stopped in front of the camp.

Thales couldn't help noticing that their mounts looked quiet and steady in the face of the cavalry's rude stop, not even neighing a few times. These cavalrymen lined up and stood neatly a stone's throw away from the camp, showing superior mobility and discipline.

Elite, isn't it?

A brown-haired masked man with a white cloak rode out from the cavalry, and Tuleha followed him, riding all the way into the camp of Heisha Ling.

"Well, I have seen these people during my travels before." Puttilai saw the figures of these elite cavalry, and the deputy envoy beside Thales took a deep breath: "From their attire, it is indeed Exeter's personal guard."

Thales rolled his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it shouldn't be an enemy... not for the time being.

And beside him, Huai Ya, an attendant from the Tower of Ending, was obviously taken aback.

"You mean, White Blade Guard?" Wyatt whispered:

"Comparable to the elite of the Royal Guard of the Stars, known as the Dragon's Guard... the White Blade Guard?"

White Blades.

The king's bodyguard, the dragon's bodyguard.

Thales took this information into his heart and carefully observed the development of the situation.

The masked man rode up in front of Cambida, first glanced at the most trusted adviser of the Grand Duke Heisha, and then sharply looked in the direction of the Xingchen people, his gaze paused for a moment on their cross and double star flag, Only then turned his head.

"As the captain of His Majesty Nunn's personal guard—I should be considered the king's man, right?"

The cloaked man pulled down his veil, revealing a pale, chiseled face.

Behind him was a weapon of unknown shape, the white handle protruding from the same white cloak.

"Nikolai...it's you." Canbida saw the other person's appearance clearly, and his face became ugly.

The pale-faced man in the cloak snorted coldly. He dismounted neatly in front of Canbida, threw a scroll with sealant into Canbida's arms, and said, "I brought the White Blade Guards to meet Prince Star... If you have any questions, go to the king's warrant."

Cambida frowned and tore off the wax seal.

"I met them during the investigation—the White Blade Guard." The flame knight behind the man in the cloak, Lord Tuleha immediately got off his horse, and said with a tense expression, "It seems that His Majesty Nun... really values ​​this time. Star Mission."

After reading the warrant, Canbida sighed, put the sword back into the scabbard, and at the same time issued an order to the Heisha collar army:

"The alert is lifted!"

"Let them in!"

The masked cavalrymen in gray cloaks——the White Blade Guards rode into their campsite as if no one was there. Although they hid their faces under the veils, their eyes were sharp and fierce, and they stared fiercely at everyone in the campsite. A person, whether it's the Exters in the black sand collar, or the star people in the middle of the camp.

"Mobilize an army of nearly 2,000 people to protect this prince," the man in the white cloak walked towards the direction of the Star Mission. He looked at the surrounding camp and snorted coldly, "Lumba is really a generous Grand Duke."

Listening to the sarcasm in his tone, Cambida and Tuleha both frowned.

"This is for the safety of His Royal Highness, at least until he meets His Majesty Nun safely," Cambida replied calmly, "We believe...someone in Exeter wants the prince's life."

"According to the information we have received, you Black Sand Leader surrounded and intercepted the fortress, and you shot with magic energy guns..." The man tightened his cloak: "Yes, it seems that you really want to Take his life."

Cambida was speechless for a moment.

"We will take over here," the man in the white cloak said unceremoniously, "As for the mission of your black sand leader, it's over... Go back to where you should be - take thousands of people into the land of other lords, This is not a good idea, especially when the extreme cold is approaching."

"Rumba's ambition ends here... His Majesty will settle accounts with him."

"The Grand Duke gave us an order," Tuleha replied coldly: "It is to protect the prince until Dragon Clouds City...even if he volunteers to go with you, we must follow to Dragon Clouds City."

"You guys, just follow if you want, the movement and supplies of two thousand people - anyway, it's not my money wasted." The man knocked on the white handle behind him, and said indifferently: "Next time, Tuleha , let’s try again.”

Tuleha snorted dissatisfiedly, and unconsciously pressed the saber on his waist.

The man in the white cloak chuckled and continued walking towards Thales.

"By the order of His Majesty Nun Walton, the great king of the Kingdom of Exeter and the successor of the hero Nakaru," surrounded by his subordinates, the man in the white cloak ignored the rest For the others, he walked straight to Thales, looked down at the only seven-year-old boy in the barracks, and didn't even have a smile on his pale face:

"You, are Thales Canxing?"

Puttilai's expression changed.

He felt the unkindness in the other party's tone.

Thales also noticed the coldness in the other party's eyes.

He frowned slowly.

Something is not quite right.

But Thales finally just took a deep breath and showed a formulaic smile.

Putilai beside him frowned. He looked at Canbida and Tuleha, who looked uneasy but said nothing, cleared his throat, and said to the white blade guards with unfriendly expressions: " This is Thales Canxing, the second prince of Star Kingdom, from His Majesty Kessel..."

However, before Putilei could finish speaking, he was interrupted rudely by the man in the white cloak.

"My name is Nikolai, the commander of the White Blade Guard," the man named Nikolai shook his head expressionlessly, bowed his head and said to Thales:

"A long time ago, people used to say that the blood of the royal family of the empire comes from the gods, so it is a bright golden color, and when it flows out, it even glitters in the sun-so, is your blood also golden? Will it sparkle? "

Nicolai.

Puttilai and Wyah seemed to have heard of this name before.

Both he and the attendant looked at each other in shock.

Thales, on the other hand, chewed on Nicolai's words, a little unclear.

Golden blood?

WTF?

"I don't know," Thales narrowed his smile, "After all, I haven't shed much blood."

"Or, you—King Nunn's personal guard, just want to see me bleed?"

The second prince stood up to the other's words without flinching.

No wonder.

"Hmph," Nikolai chuckled, and his face immediately turned cold again: "I also know a Canxing, and you are so far behind him."

Putilai took a deep breath.

Wyah silently took a step closer to Thales, gritted his teeth and stared at Nicolai.

Thales turned his head to see Puttilai's reaction, his heart was full of doubts...and vigilance.

Who is this man?

And... Thales was slightly taken aback as he thought about his words.

Too far away?

What does it mean.

"Bright star?"

The second prince frowned. He looked at Nikolai's attire, and remembered his status as the king's personal guard, and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, are you talking about... Midir Canxing? My uncle ?”

"No, I'm talking about the sword of tracing the light." Nicolai narrowed his eyes and stretched out his left hand, and tapped his right shoulder, his face paled even more: "Twelve years ago, he took a sword on my shoulder." ...almost broke my shoulder blade."

Thales' expression changed.

In another bloody year, the witnesses of the battlefield between Xingchen and Exeter.

It seems that he has suffered a lot under the hands of Horace Canxing.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Cambida and Tuleha on the opposite side, and then the surrounding Extres.

From attacking the supply line, attacking the front lines of the three Dukes of Exeter, stabbing Tuleha, snatching the immovable bow, and finally, his soldiers even killed the former Duke of Heisha.

The grievances and grievances between Horace and the Exeters seem a bit too colorful.

"Sword of Tracing Light" Horace Canxing—his second uncle, how much similar "inheritance" did he leave for him in Exeter?

Thales could only cough lightly, maintaining an unchanged smile, nodded: "I'm sorry."

Puttilai on one side frowned tightly, and Thales also noticed that Tuleha behind Nicolai exhaled softly.

"No, there's nothing to regret." Nicolai said flatly, "Anyway, I'm even with him."

Puttilai gritted his teeth and cast a sharp look at the man in front of him.

This man... Is this the first time we meet?

Is it to prepare for deterrence first?

Thales, who didn't know where he was, felt his heart move.

"Even?" He said cautiously, "What do you mean?"

Puttilai sighed—this made Thales feel extremely ominous.

"Ah," I saw a frightening coldness in Nicolai's eyes:

"I killed him—on the field of Lyman's Pass."

Thales' expression froze at this moment.

Really bad.

He secretly said to himself.

"So we're even--me and Horace."

On Nikolai's pale face, there was a slight smile that was not a smile. He raised his right hand and touched his left chest:

"Like this, stab it, twist it again, and then pull it out diagonally..."

"You should see his expression before he died..."

Thales frowned, and began to look at the commander of the White Blade Guard again.

The man who killed Horace.

Enemy of Canxing royal family.

"The final proof..."

Nicolai narrowed his eyes and let out a soft breath:

"Even if it's the Canxing royal family, even the former imperial royal family, their blood is not golden...and when it's sprayed..."

Nikolai licked the corner of his mouth recklessly, burst into a cold smile, looked down at Thales, and said slowly:

"It's all bright red."

Thales stared at the pale man with an ugly expression.

The other party's undisguised aggressive gaze made him uncomfortable.

But now, his best expression as the Star Prince - should be expressionless.

"Let me introduce you, Your Highness the Stars and everyone," Viscount Canbida let out a long sigh, shook his head slightly, and took a step forward: "This is Your Excellency Lord Siri Nicolai, we One of Exeter's famous 'Five Warlords'."

"People call him..."

Looking at the ugly faces of everyone in Xingchen, Canbida raised his eyebrows helplessly and said:

"'Meteorite'."

Nicolai stared at Thales with scorching eyes.

Like a hunter sizing up his prey.

Thales felt a slight chill in his heart.

Meteor?

"Let's save the meaningless greetings, Imperials," Nicolai said slowly, "From now on, we will escort you to Dragon Clouds City."

Thales was taken aback.

"Of course." The second prince looked at Nicolai in front of him, and nodded slightly with complicated thoughts: "If this is His Majesty Nun's wish."

It's just that he was extremely worried.

King Nun actually sent such a person to meet him.

Regarding his future days in Dragon Clouds City, Thales suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Wait, according to the rules and etiquette," Puttilai took a serious step forward: "Our envoys must meet with the greeters from the Extremist side under formal conditions that match their status... ..."

"Too much nonsense."

Nikolai unceremoniously interrupted the deputy envoy.

"I have no time to waste."

The next moment, Thales saw Nicolai's serious expression, and the cloak behind him trembled.

"Please believe me... this is for your safety, Your Highness 'Prince'." Siri Nikolai, the star faller, this pale man snorted coldly with a cold smile.

He pouted his lips at Thales Canxing, who had an uncertain expression, and ordered the White Blade Guard behind him:

"Tie him up."

What?

Thales' eyes widened.