Kingdom’s Bloodline

Damn.

Seri reluctantly bit the wood chip in his mouth, feeling his body trembling under the dual torment of cold and pain.

His consciousness was a little fuzzy, but he could still feel the pain of his hands and legs being tightly tied to the stake. His chest and abdominal muscles kept rubbing against the stake, as if it could resist some cold.

The snowflakes fell, and the blood on the back slowly flowed down.

The pain came in bursts, a burning reminder of Seri's current injury.

But that's nothing.

The most unbearable thing for Seri was the humiliation of being tied to a wooden stake and being watched by countless people - he could feel the gazes from the queues standing behind him, even though they were all his companion.

On the empty snow field, Isaiah, with a pale complexion and a rosy complexion, stood at the forefront of the queue with an ugly face, staring at the stake together with the others—grass, sissy, what are you looking at.

Byrne and the young soldier huddled in the middle row, whispering something, and looked this way from time to time-damn, the two of them must have an affair, such as mutual sex.

Big Mouth Monty poked his head out from the left side, with his big yellow teeth bared, and winked anxiously at Seri - Seri knew what Monty meant and asked him to speak softly.

but……

Seri's heart tightened, thinking of what happened to him in the past few days, he couldn't help clenching his trembling fists.

What a joke!

The dying Seri was thinking wildly like this, and the wood chips under his teeth clenched even tighter.

His dry tongue accidentally brushed against the wood in his mouth, and with an imperceptible "swish", he seemed to taste the taste of blood.

"You bunch of maggots, raise your heads and watch carefully!"

At the back of the queue, the deputy commander, Tyrande, nicknamed "The Unquenchable Fire", was carrying his silver-black immovable bow, folded his arms coldly, and glanced sharply at everyone in the queue.

Big Mouth Monty in the crowd shuddered and stood upright.

Although they were excellent battlefield veterans before they were selected into the guards, no one dared to disrespect Tyrande's orders. They all looked solemn and stared at Seri who was bound.

"Step...step...step..."

Heavy footsteps sounded, they stepped slowly through the queue, and stopped not far from the stake.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the person who arrived, and there was a lot of awe and tension among them.

"You still don't repent, do you?"

That was the sound of "iceberg".

Siri's heart skipped a beat.

Unwillingly, he raised his head and looked to the left.

Iceberg—this is the nickname Monty the Big Mouth gave to that demon—the tall, strong, middle-aged warrior walked up to his side and turned his head to stare at him grimly.

The man's hair was covered with frost and snow, but that fierce aura could not be shaken in the slightest.

In his hand, he held a leather whip several meters long, which was filled with an abnormal dark red color, and it was covered with specially made barbs.

"This is the first time that you, as commanders, have been sent to the front to lead conscripts to fight—although I didn't expect much at all."

"But you, Stinghead," Bingshan's eyes swept towards Seri, his face full of disgust, his voice rang out coldly in the cold air: "I just found out today that you are the one I have brought with me for more than 20 years. Worst, baddest, most disgusting, most asshole, most useless soldiers."

"Shame written all over it from head to toe."

"Let you be the commander of the conscripts? It's a shame for us."

At that moment, anger and resentment hit Seri's heart at the same time.

"Pooh!"

Seri raised his head angrily, and spat out the bloody wood that was almost bitten off in his mouth.

"Shame? Disgrace?"

"Fuck you, Bingshan, you don't like me a long time ago." Seri held his head high and sneered with suppressed anger: "What happened today is just to find an excuse to beat me again, and then kick me out?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the queue!

Then there were countless whispers.

"Ah, the girls are so energetic!" At the left rear of the queue, the instructor Dominique said with a harmless smile on his face, "Don't worry, you will have plenty of time to discuss later—why run 20 more laps in the evening training?" Sample!"

As if someone had cut off the transmission of the sound, the queue fell silent for an instant, and only the sound of breathing at different speeds could be heard for a while.

The attention in the field turned back to Seri and Bingshan.

"What?" Bingshan stared coldly at Seri with serious eyes, "do you have a problem with me?"

Seri looked at the bloody wood chips on the ground, gritted his teeth, and frowned.

"An opinion?" Seri snorted coldly.

Bingshan narrowed his eyes.

I saw Seri looking at Bingshan with an unfriendly expression: "On the battlefield, what you sent to Monty is a team of elite sniper crossbowmen, Isaiah is in the front line of light infantry stormtroopers, and Carlos has his epee Infantry, even 'Slow Shiva' with heavy cavalry in armor in formation!"

Bingshan snorted coldly.

"And I, I'm the strongest among the recruits, better than all of them, I'm the sharpest knife in the guard, the best soldier!" Siri pressed his chin on the stake, panting resentfully , the voice suddenly raised: "The result?"

Bingshan stared at him coldly, and slowly clenched his fists.

The next second, Seri suddenly raised his head, staring at the iceberg!

"As a result," Seri looked at Bingshan with resentment on his face: "The war is imminent, and what you assigned to me is the worst, worst, and most garbage team—the transport team of the supply battalion!"

"Suppress me? Let me be their commander?" His face was full of unwillingness: "To be honest, Commander Rumba, I know you hate me, but I always thought that at least the White Blade Guard is just and strict. of it."

Bingshan looked at Seri without saying a word, with complicated eyes.

Under Terrence's cold eyes and Dominique's unfriendly smile, everyone didn't even dare to speak out, and watched the scene quietly.

After a while, Bingshan snorted coldly.

"So, as my 'best soldier'," Bingshan's words seemed to hide a piece of ice for many years: "When you are attacked, you use your subordinates as bait to die, and let them fend for themselves. I am hiding in the dark to ambush the enemy leader."

Siri gritted her teeth.

"what can I do?"

"What can I do with those trash who haven't even swung their swords a few times?" Seri pulled his bound limbs fiercely, and sneered: "Sacrifice the weak to bite the enemy, and send elites to defeat the strong." Enemy—isn't this our classic tactic in the North?"

"And relying on this tactic, I killed the leading orc, and finally kept the cart," he said not to be outdone, "I won, it's as simple as that."

Tyrande, who was watching, snorted coldly.

Bingshan's eyebrows were twitching slowly, as if someone had cut his face.

"You still don't understand." Bingshan's voice seemed tired: "Where did you make a mistake?"

Siri shook his head and snorted angrily.

"Mistakes? Let me tell you, the biggest mistake," he said through gritted teeth, "is that you stuffed me with a bunch of useless rubbish and expected me to just give in like this?"

"Bah!" Seri spat out fiercely.

"Well, I did a miracle with the garbage in my hand! I repelled a full twenty orcs!"

"So you can only find troubles for nothing, and find fault with me." Seri fell on the stake and snorted coldly: "I have seen through you a long time ago, Kaslan Rumba, your way of suppressing dissidents is extremely hypocritical His aristocratic face!"

At the end of the queue, Instructor Dominique lowered his head and sighed with his hands behind his back.

"Listen," Bingshan ignored Seri's insulting words, but his face became more and more ugly: "Because of your order, only four people in your team survived, and one person was disabled."

"The rest refuse to return to your command."

"Oh, that's really what I wished for," Siri let out a breath, with a look of relief on his face: "I also advise you: don't rely on them to fight a war."

Bingshan's expression became colder and colder, his eyes heavy: "Is this your answer?"

"This is a battlefield, and someone has to die," Seri said here, shaking his head with a sneer. "Cowards who can't accept the reality, or weak people whose combat power can't keep up, it's better to leave early."

Bingshan didn't speak any more, his eyes were projected on the snow, and he didn't move for a long time.

Silence returned to the arena.

Only the cold wind howled.

Until Seri snorted coldly and spoke again:

"And I'm telling you, Bingshan, no matter how you want to punish me, even if you put me in the worst army to die, I can still survive..."

But he was interrupted.

"The biggest mistake you've ever made, Stinger!"

Bingshan, this strong and tall man was full of anger, he spoke decisively, and said loudly: "It's just..."

I saw Bingshan raised his head slowly, his hand holding the whip trembled, his eyes were full of anger: "You shouldn't have spit out that piece of wood."

Seri was slightly taken aback, looking at the piece of wood on the ground that he spit out.

In the next second, the six-meter-long barbed whip in Bingshan's hand instantly started to move!

"call!"

The wind is fierce.

The whip throws a terrifying ring in the air!

Before Seri could react, the severe tearing pain suddenly exploded from ****'s back!

"Snapped!"

There was an ear-piercing pop.

Seri had the illusion that the skin on his back was ripped apart at that moment.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even think.

Grass!

Seri hugged the stake, shaking crazily, he clenched his teeth tightly, blood even oozed from the gaps between his teeth, but he still couldn't help letting out a painful moan from his throat.

The iceberg that killed the whole family!

All the muscles in his body were protesting, even in the cold winter, his forehead could not stop sweating.

Instructor Dominique's voice sounded behind the queue: "Nineteenth whip!"

Hundreds of people in the queue watched this scene quietly, with different expressions.

Siri nearly gritted his teeth.

But he was still trembling, raising his head with difficulty, unwilling to show weakness to the iceberg.

The moment Ke Seri raised his head, he was slightly taken aback.

I saw Bingshan, who was always indifferent and harsh, but his eyes at this moment were filled with deep pain and disappointment: "Maybe I was wrong too, too wrong."

Bingshan's tone was sad and tired: "Maybe I shouldn't have had such high expectations of you from the beginning."

"Thiri Nikolai, you idiot."

Seri, who was panting on the stake, froze.

At that moment, he saw Bingshan, who was in his prime, frowning tightly, his facial muscles trembling slightly in the cold wind, and his wrinkles were obvious.

"call--"

In the next second, Bingshan swung the whip in his hand again, and the sound of the wind rolled in!

But what struck was not the barbed whip in memory.

It was a pitch-black, ferocious spear blade!

In Dragon Clouds City, Heroic Spirit Palace, "Meteorite" Nicolai narrowed his eyes slightly facing the enemy.

Memories from more than twenty years ago drifted away.

The soul-killing gun pierced the air, and went straight for the meteorite's eyes!

"clang!"

The sharp sound of metal clashing.

The Blade of Broken Soul came out halfway, intersecting with the spear head.

The tip of the gun trembled slightly, and it missed Nikolai's forehead by a slight difference.

The sharp blade even took away a strand of his hair!

But the meteorite didn't even move his eyelids.

It seems that what just passed before his eyes was not the famous and vicious Soul Slayer at all, but just a handful of broken copper and rotten iron.

The moment the soul-killing spear pierced the air, Nikolai, who had escaped unharmed, stomped on his legs and rushed forward.

"call!"

The light armor and robe on his body skimmed the air, and the blade followed the footsteps in a straight line.

With the advance of the meteorites, the image of the enemy slowly magnifies in the field of vision!

At that moment, he only had that white-haired enemy in his eyes!

iceberg.

At that moment, nameless anger ignited in Nicolai's heart.

iceberg!

Kaslan Rumba drew back the barrel of the gun calmly, pinching the third part of the soul-killing gun with his right hand, dragging the barrel behind him, and instantly turned into a short spear, holding a sword as if facing the attacking Nikolai.

The two are getting closer and closer, almost touching.

Nikolai's saber flashed, and it slashed directly at Kaslan's neck!

And Caslan's spear pointed directly at Nikolai's throat.

Blades and gun blades crossed in the air.

Nikolai's Broken Soul Blade trembled suddenly, and sank instantly within the predetermined trajectory.

"Ding!" With a soft sound, the blade lightly touched the gun head like a superficial touch.

Caslan's expression changed!

Huge force came from his soul-killing gun, which made him unable to control the soul-killing gun for a while.

The blade of the gun turned sideways, away from Nikolai's throat.

But the meteorite just cut the blade of the gun head, like a sinking wood, in just one tenth of a second, it "floated" instantly and returned to the original orbit!

Continue to slash at Kaslan's neck.

Caslan reacted in time and threw away the soul-killing gun. His outstretched left hand met Nikolai's wrist with the knife, and his right hand clenched his fist and punched the opponent's chest.

But at the moment when Nikolai was about to be grabbed by Kaslan's wrist, his face turned cold, and the blade of Broken Soul changed direction again!

In a few tenths of a second, the Blade of Broken Soul made a miraculous turn and circled an arc in the air.

Nikolai's wrist also circled behind Kaslan's left hand, and Kaslan's fingers barely brushed against the opponent's arm.

Intercept failed.

The knife light aimed directly at Kaslan did not lessen the threat because of this dodge.

On the contrary, after this special turning, the blade changed from chopping to stabbing, directly stabbing Kaslan's face!

Kaslan's face remained unchanged.

Even though his attack and defense failed twice, even though the blade was beyond the reach of his palm, even if he was careless, it would be beyond redemption.

Kaslan retrieved his right hand very quickly, trying to punch the side of Soul-Breaking Blade to intercept or dispel the attack.

But like the previous two times, Nikolai's blade changed direction in an instant again.

Breaking away from Kaslan's right fist, he slashed at his forehead again.

In an instant, Nikolai's blade crossed a distance of tens of centimeters, but changed seven or eight times inexplicably along the way.

Kaslan responded in time almost every time, but almost every time he missed.

Nikolai is like a loach that wobbles from side to side but can't be caught.

The Meteorite continued to unleash his sword without distraction.

There is nothing but the enemy and ourselves.

In just a few breaths, the blade was less than a few inches away from Kaslan's forehead.

Both Kaslan and Nicolai knew that maybe the outcome would be announced here soon.

In the next second, Kaslan suddenly leaned forward unexpectedly!

"Boom!"

A frightening dull bang.

Nicolai and Kaslan collided chest to chest!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The two snorted at the same time, grabbed each other, and rolled several times on the ground, the sound of limbs hitting the ground came back and forth.

The meteorite's body was obviously not as thick as Kaslan's, but it was strange that the two of them rolled towards Kaslan's direction after the collision.

Just like Kaslan couldn't bear it.

"Clang!"

During the fight, the Soul-Breaking Blade flew out of Nikolai's hand, and the blade plunged straight into the wall, where it stuck to the wall and swayed.

On the other side, the Soul Slaughter Gun fell to the ground, clanging.

Finally, after the next muffled sound, the two separated abruptly on the ground, rolled several times in opposite directions, and stopped almost at the same time.

Kaslan pressed the floor and half-kneeled up.

Nicolai even exerted force directly on his abdomen, diving and flipping over.

From the beginning to the end, in a few seconds, Nicolai just slashed.

Kaslan was just trying to take the knife.

But only the two extreme people know the danger: no matter which link goes wrong, both of them may pay an irreversible price in this short moment.

For a moment, the only sound left in the corridor was the panting of the two soldiers.

Kaslan half-kneeled on the ground, beating his chest painfully.

Blood flowed from his forehead—a hideous wound oozing blood from between his brows to his ear.

"Well, not bad," the old man said lightly:

"At least, you cut three inches of my scalp."

At that moment, Nikolai seemed to see the past in a trance.

The past of more than twenty years ago.

The commander at that time stood in the snow and said the same thing:

"Yes, Not Bad."

The Kaslan Rumba back then was terrifying and terrifying, almost invincible.

At that time, Kaslan was shaking his neck joints, his face was full of indifference, and he hooked his fingers contemptuously at Nikolai, who was still a new soldier lying on the ground panting:

"At least, you let me use two hands."

Nikolai's fist clenched tighter and tighter.

Caslan's aged voice came.

Drag Nicolai's thoughts back to the present.

"The technique of instant force is really scary." In the corridor, the elderly Kaslan wiped the blood from the side of his face, tried the wound on his forehead, and frowned at the bright red on his hand: "It's really dangerous, almost The blade shattered the bone, and you sliced ​​your head open."

Nikolai just stared at him, without saying a word.

almost.

"Your power of termination is becoming more and more proficient," Kaslan exhaled, and knocked on his chest with an unnatural expression: "Still haven't found its source or origin?"

Hearing this, the meteorite's eyes were still terrifying.

But he spoke up anyway.

"Too busy," Nicolai said coldly, "I'm too lazy to look for it."

It seems that words are like gold.

But only the meteorite himself knows: under the impact of Kaslan just now, his chest is still in severe pain, his lungs are stuffy, and even breathing is painful. The muscles and bones in his chest were constantly being relieved with the power of terminating.

Speaking, for Nicolai, is undoubtedly an act of increasing the load.

And the bruises left by rolling on the ground just now are countless.

Nikolai's right arm was also aching and slightly numb from fighting for the Soul-Breaking Blade in the ground fight with Kaslan.

If Kaslan attacked violently during this period, he would not be able to fight with all his strength.

And facing Kaslan, not being able to fight with all his might means...

Nicolai closed his mouth, seized the time to relieve his chest, and recovered from the injury.

Kaslan sighed.

He thought of the magical blade that had changed direction many times in just one move by Nicolai.

Leave strength and leeway when making a move, and use an instant change of direction to achieve an unexpected effect-this situation occurs most often in feint attacks.

But no one has used this skill to the extreme like Nicolai.

Nikolai's special finishing power allows him to store power in every node in his body, control every muscle and bone meticulously and perfectly, and change his posture, moves, and strength anytime and anywhere during the battle.

This is no longer as simple as a simple reaction force.

The meteorite's body will hardly be hindered by inertia. With every cut and every step, from the beginning to the end, no matter whether he succeeds or misses, he can regain his strength and change direction at any time.

A knife attacking the throat can change direction instantly through the second force of the arm, turning to the face, chest, arm, abdomen, and even retracting the defense. What's even more frightening is that as long as the body can bear the load, this second force technique can be superimposed multiple times, and change direction again after changing direction-and as his strength and experience grow, the number of superpositions will only increase. More, more and more freedom.

Do whatever you want in the battle, display endless changes.

The unremarkable slash, with infinite changes in an instant, brought a threat that enveloped the whole body.

Thinking of this, Kaslan shook his head with emotion: This is worthy of a separate item, the power of ending that is recorded in the annals of history.

If it was in the Tower of Terminator, it would probably be classified as a "miracle".

It's a pity that this ending power awakened on the battlefield is too random and accidental to sum up the experience and pass it on to future generations.

Like that kind of power.

Kaslan looked at his former subordinate, nostalgia for the past welling up in his heart.

The old man is very familiar with his old subordinate: Seri Nikolai, this guy who has the fighting consciousness at the extreme level only when he was super-level.

The strongest soldier under his command.

Also the best soldier.

But it's all over.

Now, they are both the enemy and us, fighting to the death.

Thinking of this, Caslan's eyes dimmed.

"Facing the prestige of killing the soul-killing gun with a single blow, it is difficult to be indifferent even in the extreme world-a previous elf opponent lost here," the old man nodded lightly: "But you did a good job , did not lose the face of the White Blade Guard, stab the head."

Nicolai was slightly startled.

His thoughts returned to the thirty-eight outpost more than twenty years ago.

In front of the meteorite's eyes, the image of the ruthless "iceberg" appeared, and the scene of him standing in the snow and lecturing seriously.

Facing the sixth wave of Glacier orcs' attack, the boss said this:

"Stab, don't lose the face of the White Blade Guard."

At that time, he was in his prime of life, and the majestic "Earth Shaker" commander...

The old man with silver hair and gloomy eyes in front of him...

The two figures slowly merged.

Nicolai finally calmed down the sharp pain in his chest.

He adjusted his mentality, let out a breath slowly, his tone was complicated, and he couldn't distinguish his emotions: "Although the Soul Slayer Spear is powerful, it was cast based on the Cavalry Spear."

"It's too long, too heavy, and too hard," the Meteorite said solemnly, "It's not difficult to deal with in non-swarm foot combat."

"The person who teaches the use of weapons, I think it's Dominique," Kaslan laughed:

"If Dom heard what you said, I'm afraid he wouldn't be happy."

Nicolai's face darkened, and then sank quickly.

Dom.

Dominic.

"Blood Hammer" Dominic.

That smiling old guy, one of their instructors.

The old guy who likes to punish them for running laps and follow them for several laps.

He always stood beside Kaslan in his prime with a smile on his face, bringing a little vitality to a group of ferocious and murderous white-bladed veterans.

If he is still alive...

Seeing this scene, seeing Kaslan now...

Nicolai closed his eyes, endless emotions welling up in his chest, extremely uncomfortable.

"He can't hear it anymore." The meteorite said hoarsely, "Don't you know?"

The veins on Kaslan's fist tightened.

"Thirteen years ago, Dominic died in battle in Baishan," Nicolai said softly:

"The ones who died there together were Black, Lakken, Saul, and Ball..."

Caslan said nothing.

"Old Shiva also got injured and retired after that, went to Commus and never came back."

Caslan sighed slightly.

"Ah," the old man lowered his head expressionlessly, "I heard what old Coleman said about the Battle of the Deep Valley."

"I heard that Old Dom, armed with arrows all over his body, led the team to charge a hundred meters in the enemy group, and the enemy army collapsed before falling down."

Nikolai was slightly shocked, feeling a soreness in his chest.

Kaslan looked sad and sighed slightly: "That guy still owes me money for a pair of leather armor."

The meteorite's fist clenched tighter, almost scratching his own palm.

The nameless flame burning in his chest made him extremely uncomfortable.

"As for the Soul Slaughter Gun..."

"You know, the legendary anti-magic armed forces are not used in human-to-human battles," Kaslan sighed, seeming to be a little emotional: "It's just that human beings have a talent: we are good at turning everything in the world into Killing weapons of the same kind.”

Right now.

"Jingle Bell……"

Three thin metal discs slipped out from Nikolai's fingers, rolling out a long distance neatly.

Go to the old man.

Kaslan stretched out his hand and held down the three discs.

The metallic sound stopped.

The old man slowly raised one of the golden discs.

"What's this?" he asked softly.

Nicolai stared blankly at his former boss.

The meteorite said lightly: "Dominic."

Caslan was slightly taken aback.

The corridors are very quiet.

Even the sounds of fighting around seemed to disappear.

"When he passed away, I was by my side," Nicolai said in a low voice with a gloomy expression, "Dom said he was sorry."

"My own pension will continue to buy medicine for my grandson."

"So I'm afraid I can't pay back the money owed to the big guy."

There was a touch of sadness in the meteorite's words.

Kaslan squeezed the gold coin slightly.

The old man's throat moved slightly, and his eyes focused on the remaining two gold coins on the ground.

"You don't have to do this," Kaslan raised his head, looked at Nicolai and said wearily: "Dom doesn't like people paying back the money for him."

Nicolai looked at the gold coin in Kaslan's hand and knew what he wanted to say.

"His Majesty distributes his pension every year."

Nicolai looked at Kaslan with complicated eyes: "But Dominique's grandson just died of illness a month ago."

Kaslan shuddered slightly.

"I have his last month's pension in my hand," Nicolai slowly raised his head, and a familiar image appeared in his mind.

"I still have his ledger, so..."

It was a smiling middle-aged soldier with a wide body and a fat body carrying a warhammer, counting the recruits who had been physically punished round and round.

Dominic Stone.

The meteorite slowly opened his lips, his tone was calm and his voice was hoarse:

"Here's the leather armor he owes you."

Kaslan lowered his head.

The old man did not speak.

He just closed his eyes deeply.

I was speechless for a long time.

All I could hear was the rustling of the wind along the corridor.

Finally, Kaslan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were subtle and complicated.

"I'm so relieved, Stinghead."

Nicolai froze.

"Today, more than twenty years later," I saw Kaslan slowly showing a smile:

"You are already an excellent White Blade Guard commander."

"Chori Nikolai."