Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 60 Game of Chess

Palace of Heroes, in front of the Hall of Heroes.

Under the tense atmosphere, the confrontation between the Heisha leader and the other grand dukes continued.

With the gate of the stone hall as the center, people stood in a clear line: the subordinates of the grand dukes and the palace guards occupied the inner circle, while the people from the black sand collar surrounded them on the outside. Both sides glared at each other, and many The palms of the people are pressed on the blades, the crossbows are on standby, and the shields are erected, ready to fight at any time.

And all this depends on the crucial conversation between the five princes in the stone hall.

Even under such circumstances, Lhasa Cambida, the Viscount of Menton City in the black sand collar, is one of the few people who can still hold his breath—at least with Ke, the female swordsman with fierce eyes and flicking fingers Compared to Luo Aixi, Viscount Cambida seemed calm and unflappable.

Until a sentinel scout passed the latest news into his ears, making Cambida frown.

The viscount thought for a while, then waved to Croaish, walked to the corner with a solemn face, and sent someone to find the Flame Knight Tuleha.

The three gathered together, and Cambida took a deep breath and carefully told what he had heard.

"There is news from the sentry post at the palace gate," Viscount Canbida lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Someone broke into the city gate."

"It is very likely that the Palace of Heroes has been invaded."

As soon as this remark came out, Croaish's face changed slightly, and his eyes flickered, while Tuleha showed a thoughtful expression.

"Break into the city gate?" The female swordsman asked worriedly: "Is there something wrong with our defense?"

Canbida shook his head: "I don't know, but the city gate is still in our hands."

"That's interesting," Tuleha raised his head, with a slight irritation in his voice: "Count Levan is indeed overconfident sometimes, but Urad should be able to make up for his shortcomings."

"That's what worries me," sighed Cambida:

"A noble-born earl and an order officer who was born a civilian captive—they can't get along too well."

Croyce's eyes moved:

"How many intruders are there?"

Cambida's expression was subtle, as if he was not sure: "Not much,

It is said that there are no more than a dozen, or even less. "

The other two were stunned.

"So few?" Croath frowned, "What are they going to do?"

Cambida shook his head to express his ignorance.

The Flame Knight snorted coldly: "We have a brigade in the palace, nearly 500 people, most of them are heavy infantry and heavy swordsmen, don't worry."

The lord narrowed his eyes immediately: "The identity of the intruder? Location?"

As soon as this question came out, Viscount Cambida took a deep breath, and he showed the most polite smile, and spoke cautiously.

Seems embarrassed by the question.

"According to the description of the sentry post, it is very likely that it is the remaining White Blade Guards—maybe there are also meteorites, or even those people from the stars."

The Viscount shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, "I guess they came back after kidnapping that prince."

Sure enough, after the "White Blade Guard" and even the "Meteorite" blurted out, Tuleha's face became extremely terrifying—as if he had heard a great shame.

Canbida observed his expression, and said cautiously: "As for the location, they disappeared shortly after breaking in, leaving only a carriage at the gate of the palace."

silence.

Even Croaish remained silent under Cambida's gaze.

Finally, Lord Tuleha took a deep breath: "I'll go find them and give me a guard - even four teams, one hundred people."

At this moment, the Flaming Knight seemed to be really burning with anger in his eyes: "This time, I will erase them all."

When Cambida heard this, he could not help but sigh deeply.

Croythe raised an eyebrow.

Tuleha waited quietly for his answer.

His Excellency the Viscount folded his arms, turned around, and glanced at the door of the hall.

"Look at these people in front of you."

Cambida said softly.

Following his gaze, Tuleha turned to the hall and saw countless soldiers on both sides who were tensely confronting each other.

He frowned.

Just listen to Canbida calmly and unquestionably said: "The palace guards, the white-bladed guards, and the attendants of the grand dukes add up to more than two hundred people-this is not the leaderless warriors outside, they know very well what they want to protect .”

"If the situation changes, they will fight to the death."

"And His Excellency the Grand Duke is here."

Cambida paused for a few seconds.

Tuleha kept silent and seemed to be thinking.

"In this game of chess, the location of the princes is the key," Canbida looked at Tuleha's face, nodded and said:

"We must maintain an absolute advantage over the Hall of Heroes. Five hundred people are already very tight against two hundred people. We can no longer risk dividing our troops."

"And those four Grand Dukes are not fools. Any big move by us will reveal unnecessary information to them, which will hinder His Excellency's plan."

Tuleha took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

His Excellency the Viscount continued: "As long as Chen uses heavy troops to control the hall, neither the intruders nor these people will have an opportunity to take advantage of it."

On the other side, the female swordsman Croaish narrowed her eyes and said in a timely manner: "Why can't we bring more people here? Maybe it will be easier to fight?"

Cambida threw her an approving look.

"The 'more people' you mentioned are the standing army and not the conscripts, ma'am," Cambida turned to her and said politely: "Besides, we didn't come here to defend the palace, nor were we prepared to take The city gate is just standing here because of an accident."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Tuleha intentionally or unintentionally: "The only mission is to protect His Excellency the Grand Duke."

Tuleha snorted coldly.

"Then let's just watch it like this," Croath raised the corner of her mouth, looking at His Excellency the Viscount with subtle eyes, "Let those dozen or so flies scurry around in the palace?"

Cambida shook his head.

"His Excellency is fighting alone inside, and I have great confidence in him," he nodded. "What we need to do is to stand behind him to reduce accidents."

This statement fell.

Both Cambida and Croaish looked towards Tuleha.

A few seconds passed.

Tuleha finally opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"You are the temporary commander appointed by Your Excellency the Grand Duke, and you have a higher title than me," the Huozhi Knight said coldly, "You have the final say on what to do."

Hearing Tuleha's answer, Cambida smiled.

"Very good," Viscount Canbida nodded with a sincere and convincing tone: "Yes, we can indeed wait here, relying on heavy troops, and waiting for work at ease..."

He changed the subject immediately.

"But I think, if the opponent is the lord of the stars," Canbida exhaled and said with a smile, "he would not be so stupid as to attack the strong with the weak, and come to the door with a small force to die."

Croythe looked at him and smiled.

"Your Excellency, Ma'am, and even that one," Cambida's eyes flickered slightly, and his words carried deep meaning: "Let your combat power stay in the army, and the role it will play in melee battles will not be better than that of a few people." How much better is a mortal fighter who cooperates with each other tacitly?"

"So," the Viscount said with a strong sense of ridicule in his tone, "are you ready?"

Tuleha's eyes lit up, while Croaish narrowed his eyes.

"No matter what those people want to do, whether it's a desperate assassination, a desperate spoiler, or even a sneaky sneak." Cambida looked at the corridor and the road illuminated by the brazier, and smiled slightly: "We all Keep them busy."

"No time to clone."

"Nowhere to hide."

"Inaccessible."

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In another place in the Palace of Heroes, Thales and the others waited cautiously in a remote corner.

The remaining white blade guards were nervously cleaning up the wounds in the melee, while the star soldiers dispersed to report the movement ahead.

"Nikolai just standing there?"

Thales leaned against the wall and frowned, thinking about the unbelievable scene just now: "Drag those hundreds of enemies?"

Michael looked up.

"If he wants to keep the effect of Soul-Breaking Blade, yes."

The short-cut former officer nodded, with a serious face and a heavy tone: "The conditions for that legendary anti-demon weapon are very harsh."

Puttilai on the other side sighed: "I think we lost an extreme combat power."

"The only extreme combat power."

Thales frowned.

"He'll be fine." Next to him, the little slippery head said in a low voice.

After the scuffle just now, Nikolai turned around and let them move on with a menacing look.

On the other hand, he continued to stay in the circle of yellow light, resisting the pursuit of Heisha Ling.

Indeed, with Nicolai's extraordinary performance, they broke into the Palace of Heroes.

But next...

Thales took a deep breath.

"Go on," the prince gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Let's go to Lumbard and the Grand Dukes."

"End this damn farce."

Raphael's voice came from behind them.

"At the moment, it seems to be a bit difficult."

Raphael showed a relaxed smile: "We just checked the situation in the two corridors ahead. Although there are no enemy defenses, but..."

Raphael stopped talking, and swept everyone, smiling unabated.

Everyone frowned, waiting for his words.

"There's too much movement, we might have alerted the enemy's guard post," Miranda walked from behind him, and said calmly, "The people in the Palace of Heroes—Rumba probably already knows about our existence."

Thales sighed: "How many people are there in the palace?"

"It won't be more than on the city gate. After all, the pressure on the city gate is greater." Miranda looked at the prince, her eyes tightened unconsciously, revealing a trace of guilt: "But the worst estimate..."

"As many as city gates."

Everyone's heart sank.

"So, we're still in a dangerous situation—even if I sneak in with Shiles, the situation won't be any better?" Thales thought of those fearless black sand soldiers, and their wave-like The pursuit, only feel irritated.

"That," Cohen raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes: "That uncle who fell from the star...can we call him back? Play that trick again?"

The White Blades all glared at him.

Michael also glanced at him sideways, meaning self-evidently.

Cohen's face froze, he shrugged and smiled awkwardly: "I'm just asking."

When everyone was frowning, a familiar but unfamiliar voice sounded.

It's veteran Genard.

"They didn't form a defense line in front of the palace gate, nor did they divide their troops to patrol the corridors and aisles," the veteran of the Starlight Legion narrowed his eyes, and the new recruit Willow leaned against the wall beside him, facing the eyes of so many big men , seems nervous: "Duke John said, 'Where the enemy is, the enemy thinks'."

"On the battlefield, it says a lot."

Listening to his words, Puttilai's eyes moved slightly.

Taylor's eyes lit up: "For example?"

"For example," Puttilai took the veteran's words, and took a deep breath: "They are very confident in the defense of the city gates, and they think that no one can break through the city gates."

Thales raised his eyebrows: "Very well, at least, we don't have to worry about this issue anymore."

Puttilai was thinking, his eyes flickering: "Secondly, they must have more important things to do, and they are not allowed to disperse their forces."

"For example, deploy heavy troops to protect the most critical and vital places."

The most critical place.

Thales' heart moved and he understood something.

"The commander just said that the hall..." The prince recalled the melee just now: "I think Rumba is in the Hall of Heroes!"

Raphael nodded slowly: "Guess, what is he doing?"

"Third," Puttilai squinted his eyes, thoughtful: "At least in the Palace of Heroes, the Heisha leader's troops are already stretched and cannot move lightly."

Thales took a deep breath.

"I see," the prince said with some emotion, "They are confronting the four grand dukes!"

Thales raised his head suddenly: "So they can't divide their troops, and they dare not take risks!"

"Because for them... the attitude of the four grand dukes is even more critical!"

He had to think so.

He must think so.

Putilei nodded firmly.

"So, our current situation does not seem to be good," the deputy envoy said softly, "But compared to just now, it is already a world of difference."

"We've really got them where they are."

Puttilai raised his head and smiled: "From now on, although we are small in number, we will act as a third party who suddenly entered the venue..."

"Take the initiative."

At that moment, everyone's spirits were lifted.