Kingdom’s Bloodline

Sack El?

Punishment knight?

In the dark cell, Thales' eyebrows jumped: Who is this?

It sounds familiar.

The fire light flickered in the prison, and the figures shook, but there was no sound.

Until a lazy voice slowly sounded.

"He was detained separately from us, a punishment knight who everyone fears."

This remark made the prisoners change color one after another.

Samir turned to Naki who was speaking.

"Naki!" Little Barney sternly reprimanded Naki who was inconsistent with his companions.

But Nucky just shook his head: "He deserves to know... even though he has parted ways with us, he must know."

Little Barney's words froze.

Naki let out a long breath, as if looking at yesterday: "Remember the day you broke free from the chain and escaped from the escort, Samir?"

Samir was taken aback: "Me?"

Nucky nodded, sullenly.

"That day, in the absence of a higher commander, Sakel himself endured the anger from above, stood up and surrendered, admitting that he helped you escape—although we all knew that was impossible, his escort position was the same as You are a full hundred meters short."

"But no matter how many people above, they only need one example to warn us, and the higher the identity of this example, the better."

When Samir's figure moved, his face was faint.

"As a punishment, Sack El, he was locked up below," only to listen to Naki said in frustration:

"At the bottom of the Prison of Bones."

"Solitary confinement."

Naki said bitterly.

"You know, those of us are on the same floor, there is still someone who can talk anyway, as for him, Sackel?"

"He had no roommates, no conversations, no lights, no nothing."

Samir looked at Naki from a distance, without saying a word.

"That's right, the most powerful master in the royal guard, a star with a bright future, the former commander of the next guard..."

Naki shook his head, with a miserable voice:

"Just like that, in the bottomless darkness, without hearing of the outside world, without knowing the time, without seeing others, I lived alone for eighteen years."

"Life and death are unknown."

Solitary confinement.

eighteen years.

In the sword of disaster, Josh frowned slightly.

Thales couldn't help but think of the evaluation of the cell by this disaster swordsman with full experience in the prison.

"That's why Sackel saved the brothers who were escorted with you," Naki said with a chuckle, "Because of your cowardice, including Tardin and Bree, they should have been punished because of you." crime."

Samir's breathing quickened slowly.

"Uh-uuuh!" Bree on the other side yelled angrily.

"I can help him translate," Nai Yinyang mocked angrily:

"Bree said, 'Samir, you're a fucking coward', and that's about it."

Little Barney, who had the highest status, snorted angrily,

It seems that he doesn't bother to speak anymore.

There was silence in the prison.

Samir closed his eyes, his breathing was extremely disordered.

A few seconds later, Semir took a deep breath and turned to face the sword of disaster.

"Come on, it's over here."

His figure looked tired and humble, and his voice was inexplicably cold and gloomy: "Find our target."

Ricky snorted slightly and waved his hand.

The Swords of Disaster glanced at the dark cell with mixed emotions, and turned around one after another. Thales wanted to take another look, but was pushed out by Marina unceremoniously.

As the light source diminishes, the vision in the cell gets darker and darker.

"By the way, Samir."

Samuel stopped in his tracks.

Naki's voice came from behind, slow and confused: "I'm sorry to say that, but..."

"But I hope, I really hope, I hope Thackel's gone crazy."

Everyone was startled.

"I hope he will tear you into pieces the first time he sees you, Samir," Naki's voice slowly seeped into coldness, making people feel a chill down the spine: "In this way, you can rest in peace."

"Traitor," he hissed.

The rest of the prisoners either sneered lightly, or hummed angrily.

Samir turned his back to them and didn't speak for a while.

Until he sighed lightly.

"You know, I really want to let you out."

Samir said softly, his voice full of melancholy.

But in the next second, Samir raised his head firmly and walked out of the hall.

Behind him, the weak light in Naki's cell finally couldn't bear the long-term burning, and went out sadly.

Send the black prison that once held forty-five members of the royal guard into the bottomless abyss of darkness.

After experiencing the scene just now, the people of the Sword of Disaster seemed to have been infected a lot, and everyone remained silent.

Only Thales's heart kept churning.

"Thank you, Ricky."

In the darkness, Semir, who was walking ahead, suddenly said this sentence, which was caught by Thales who was listening

Ricky chuckled, "For what?"

Semir's words were mixed with the sound of footsteps, but Thales could hear clearly with the sense of hell:

"For you to agree with my selfishness."

"Selfishness? No."

Ricky didn't seem to care: "You think it's just your selfishness."

Ricky's next sentence was slightly emotional:

"But in ancient times, this is one of the inheritances of knights, and it is the biggest and most important test for every knight."

Samuel didn't speak.

"Including you, many of us are scarred, shrouded in the shadows of the past, cursed by the ghosts of the past, confused and unable to extricate ourselves."

"Revenge, grievance, anger, pain, guilt, unwillingness, torture, etc.—this is the reason why we gathered, and it is also the common ground of the inheritors outside the tower for a hundred years."

Ricky's voice lowered, and Thales struggled to hear it clearly:

"But no matter how terrible the past, no matter how unbearable the shadows it casts and the curses it leaves behind, we must face it, accept it, and move beyond it in order to finally come to terms with ourselves."

Clay's voice came from the other side, with a little emotion:

"Since the first Crassus, almost every qualified inheritor outside the tower has to go through this journey, sooner or later, longer or shorter, in order to understand the meaning of our existence."

"Truly become a qualified swordsman and control the most difficult and terrifying power."

The middle-aged swordsman in the Northland said indifferently: "It is inevitable."

"Just like the ancient knights in the empire era, they must pass the test of their own hearts in order to finally surpass the limitations of skill, strength and will, and go further in the way of chivalry."

Clay chuckled and said, "This is what the pedants of the Tower of the End call the 'Heart of the Sword'—of course, you can call it whatever you want, since we are inherited from outside the Tower."

Samuel snorted lightly, feeling unclear.

Ricky's steady voice came again: "Don't underestimate this, at least that's what Crassus of the previous generation told me..."

"He always believes that compared to sword styles, tactics, classics, weapons, treasures, honor, fame, commandments, compared to the past glory of wielding swords for mankind, and even the far-reaching extraordinary power and final power."

Ricky's voice carried a faint determination:

"This is the greatest legacy left to us by the Knights Temple that has been destroyed for thousands of years."

Temple of Knights.

Hearing this term, Thales thought deeply.

Samir's breathing slowly calmed down.

"After experiencing it, we will finally understand: the past cannot be the reason we live."

"We stand together to surpass the irreparable past," Ricky's tone gradually became sharp and decisive:

"Tear away the hypocritical present, break the curse of the old world, and create a new future."

Samir, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but speak.

"is it possible?"

Semir hesitated: "The goal of the first generation Crassus is really too..."

Clay's laughter came from the darkness.

"is it possible?"

"Brothers from the south, I have something to say in the north, I think I might as well give it to you," Clay's tone revealed a uniqueness that Thales was very familiar with, and that he had felt from countless people countless times. pride:

"Northern people never ask 'can you'..."

"We just ask 'do it or not'."

The procession continued, and Samir was silent for a while.

"Exactly."

"As your guide, Samir, it is also my duty to let you go through today's journey." Ricky said lightly.

Marina noticed that the obedient boy in front of her suddenly trembled violently!

Thales' heart was slightly shaken.

Guide?

etc.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked at Ricky's back in front of him.

Guide.

Is this word... a coincidence?

"Samil, remember."

"Since you have chosen a freshman, many times you have to say goodbye to the past," only to hear Ricky chuckle and say:

"No matter how tempting it is, how reluctant it is."

Thales' heart skipped a beat again.

Say goodbye to the past?

He seems... He heard this familiar sentence somewhere again.

where is it

"Remember, what you choose is the persistence of never turning back," Ricky said coldly:

"Not a touching confession."

"Misunderstandings, framing, stigma, and grievances are just the mildest wind and rain on this road."

Samir didn't speak, but his breathing became steady and steady.

"Compared to the Tower of the End, which hides itself in castles and greenhouses, takes shelter from the wind and rain, cherishes its wings, and keeps its own way," Ricky sighed slightly:

"The inheritors outside the tower have always been consistent, never hesitated because of the vastness of the road, and never hesitated to escape from the past."

Thales stared blankly at their backs.

He suddenly remembered the weird origins of this group of people, and the even weirder but thought-provoking names for them.

"Because this is who we are," only to hear Richie break his mouth, with a resolute tone in his tone, a bit of cold and fearless arrogance:

"This is the one who has gone through vicissitudes along the way, but still has no regrets..."

"The sword of disaster."

At this moment, Thales' eyebrows were even deeper than ever.

His thoughts were quickly broken.

The Swords of Disaster did not stay again, but went straight to the bottom of the black prison as Naki said.

But when the Swords of Disaster stopped abruptly at a large corner, Thales felt that an accident had happened.

No, it's not exactly a surprise.

"What does that mean, brat?"

Thales stood on tiptoe vigorously, passed several backs, and with the help of the torch held by Clay in the front, he saw clearly the man with the hood standing in front of everyone.

Brazing child.

He was still smiling all over his face, rubbing his hands, standing in front of the dim firelight, his body was completely dark.

"Didn't I say, I'll wait for you outside, by the way..."

Ricky took a step forward and said coldly, "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

Ricky waved his hand lightly.

Almost instantly, Thales felt that the surrounding atmosphere was different: the Swords of Disaster bent their knees sideways, pressed their weapons, and switched to the most suitable position for shooting.

Marina did not forget to clasp his shoulders tightly with one hand to prevent any changes.

At this moment, everyone is like a soldier in front of the battle, instantly entering the state of battle.

Thales held his breath carefully, paying attention to every tiny change around him.

coming.

"I can feel it," Ricky stared at the front man with a stagnant smile, but his eyes swept around the other party, into the seemingly empty darkness:

"The cold air in the darkness."

"Like an unsheathed sword."

Qianzi's smile slowly collapsed.

He rubbed his forehead as if wiping sweat.

Baron Russell in the team saw that the situation was not good, and quickly said: "Everyone..."

But at this moment, no one gave the spokesperson of King Charman any more face, only Ricky's aggressive words continued:

"Qianzi, you went out, did you call down all the staff of the Shadow Shield on the ground?"

"Then stop here and wait for us?"

silence.

Even Russell looked at the assassin in front of him in surprise.

Thales noticed that regardless of Clay or Semir, the Swords of Disaster were staring at the dark corners around them vigilantly and fearfully, as if people would suddenly appear from the darkness.

Soon, the prince no longer had any doubts: what came back through the sense organs in hell was the sound of multiple breaths, which were coming out of the ominous darkness that the fire could not illuminate in a regular and rhythmic manner.

Steady, long and shocking.

The screen of this scene is divided into two sides:

On one side are the Swords of Disaster standing full, with fierce eyes and full of murderous aura. With Ricky as the center, they are as cold as the cold wind.

On one side is the lone son, who stands in the darkness, only showing his outline in the firelight, but seems to rule the impenetrable darkness of this side.

Thales felt that the "cold air" in Ricky's mouth seemed to have become a substance, slowly freezing the two parties who had just cooperated happily.

Qianzi looked calm and coughed lightly.

"It's really a keen feeling."

he sighed.

"Then I'll be straight."

In the next second, Qianzi's smile disappeared, his movements tightened, and even his tone became flat.

"Dear Crassus, and all of you...can you please hand over the prince to me here?"

Qianzi's face is expressionless and authentic.

Thales exhaled lightly.

coming.

This appearance made the prince frown.

Ricky curled his lips.

"Hmph." Clay snorted coldly, expressing their attitude.

Baron Russell sensed that things were not quite right.

"Jianzi, for His Majesty's sake, I can feel that this... Crassus is only one step away from his goal, so maybe we shouldn't turn our faces at this time..."

But this time, even Qianzi, who had always been so polite, interrupted him unceremoniously.

"It's just one step away that I can't ignore it, Your Excellency the Baron."

Russell frowned and looked at the mercenaries:

"What does it mean?"

On the side of the Sword of Disaster, Ricky remained expressionless, Clay let out a sigh of relief, Samir clenched the hilt of the sword, and Josh grinned his teeth with a malicious smile.

"I understand your kindness, Baron," under the dim light of the fire, the figure under the brazier's robe became desolate and cold, just like his voice slowly returning to its original voice:

"Not necessarily, my esteemed Crassus."

The eyes of Ricky and Qianzi met in the air, one was indifferent and the other was as sharp as a thorn.

"Leave the prince in your hands for the time being. I thought it would be harmless and safe," just listen to Qianzi with a blank expression: "Because in the Saber camp, our mutual fear and balance are the best guarantees until we finish cooperate."

His voice did not fluctuate. However, compared to the pleasant words and the surging reprimands, these flat and unchanging sentences are full of inexplicable chills:

"That's why Shadow Shield is eager to help and give selflessly."

Like the worst actor scripted.

Emotionless.

Hearing this, Clay sneered shamelessly:

"Why does this sound so awkward?"

Qianzi gently raised his hand, lowered his hood, and revealed his fair face under the shadow.

But his expression made Thales feel even colder.

"Whether it's breaking through the guards or stationed on the ground, you can trust me with the affairs of the higher authorities. I thought it was because of you to win my trust."

"I also thought you wouldn't turn your back on you. After all, the man guarding the ground is mine. Once things change, we may both be wiped out here."

The brazener continued steadily, never taking his eyes off Ricky.

"But I didn't understand something until I saw such a breathtaking building."

"You must have prepared very early to know the mage's territory like the back of your hand, right?"

The leader of the Sword of Disaster did not answer, but just twitched his lips.

Qianzi continued: "I'm still wondering, it's obviously a suicide mission, but you don't care about it, you made up your mind to force your way in from the very beginning, you don't worry about retreating, and you even feel relieved to leave the defense on the ground to We—the Shadow Shield you distrust very much."

Clay interrupted him impatiently: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

The brazener smiled.

But this smile made Taylor's hair stand on end.

Because he didn't seem to be smiling, but rather passively pulling his face, lifeless.

Like a puppet.

However, Qianzi looked at Thales with a creepy smile.

"I was just chatting with His Highness Thales..."

Jianzi's words made His Royal Highness the focus of the field again.

"We all agree that the ventilation in this place is too good—not only is it not stuffy, but you can even light a torch without hesitation."

The Swords of Disaster were all taken aback.

"There is only one possibility."

The brazener was still staring at Thales, but his words gradually became colder: "This place, the Prison of Bones, or the Tower of Alchemy, or a ghostly place like the Institute of Imprisonment..."

"There must be another exit."

"Is not it?"

As soon as this remark came out, the whole scene fell silent.

Watching the situation from the sidelines, Baron Russell, who was suffering from a headache, understood something, and his face turned pale immediately:

"What?"

The silence in the cell lasted for a few seconds.

The Swords of Disaster looked at each other, but none of them made a sound.

Until Ricky slowly turned his head and glanced at Thales very meaningfully.

Let the latter chill surge.

Oops.

"I'm just chatting," Thales said awkwardly: "You know, when I was still in Dragon Clouds City, the tunnels of the Northlanders were like this...Because the exit was made, it was breathable..."

But his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally retreated silently under Crassus' eyes.

"Maybe I should have listened to you just now," Ricky said with a chuckle, "Marina."

Just when Marina frowned, Thales felt cold, and both thought about the meaning of this sentence, Ricky turned his gaze back and looked at Qianzi again.

In front of him, the person in charge of the Shadow Shield seemed to shake his head regretfully, his eyes icy.

"Just now my people searched back and forth. Although they didn't find the exit, judging from your reactions at the moment... it should be right."

The brazener's eyes became sharper:

"So you are neither willing to let go of the prince you are holding, nor are you worried about your retreat on the ground."

"Because you were not prepared to abide by your agreement with us in the first place, dear Crassus."

Qianzi bit the words coldly.

Ricky snorted without knowing the intention: "Where are there so many twists and turns?"

"I'm not a fool," Qianzi sighed, "In the tavern, our difficult Prince His Highness must have given you some leverage, and that changed your attitude."

Thales frowned when he heard this, and bowed his head silently.

Qianzi slowly narrowed his eyes, and a cold light melted from the slits in his eyes:

"You didn't plan to go out the same way at all, but planned to disappear through another exit after completing the goal-taking your spoils."

Qianzi said softly: "And our Prince Highness."

"Maybe, by the way, let us be killed here, thrown in the Saber camp, and left to the angry star people?"

Russell looked at the Swords of Disaster in disbelief, subconsciously took two steps back, and left the team with their swords unsheathed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds passed.

Ricky took a slow breath.

He laughed lightly.

"You're not Teng after all," Ricky sighed with regret:

"If it was him, he must have already entered the prison of bones, and at the moment when we were in a dilemma, he would have tried everything possible."

Ricky didn't answer the brat's question, but the brat didn't press it either.

"I will not repeat it again, Sword of Disaster."

I saw Qianzi retreating slightly in the darkness, his face becoming more and more blurred, and his eyes looking at Thales became more and more cold.

"Give him to me at once, and we'll be all right."

Ricky shook his head and laughed:

"Otherwise?"

The brazener sneered.

"otherwise……"

"Magic Tower, maybe you guys know better, but ah..."

Qianzi chuckled softly, and his whole body fell into the darkness, leaving only one disturbing sentence:

"Darkness is our home field."

In the next second, before Ricky could respond, an extremely clear scream sounded from behind the Sword of Disaster team:

"ah!"

Almost at the same time, without waiting for anyone to remind, the experienced mercenaries drew their weapons without hesitation!

"Shua! Clang! Clang..."

Countless metal and leather, metal and metal friction sounded neatly.

Thales' ears seemed to have experienced another black storm in the desert, so he had to stretch out his hands to cover his ears!

However, in the next moment——

"Pfft! Bang! Peng!"

With a few shrill breaking winds, almost everyone's torches were instantly extinguished!

All the light in the field disappeared, and Thales' eyes suddenly became pitch black.

"ah!"

"They are coming!"

"Shhh-"

"Beware of sneak attacks!"

"At the feet!"

"clang!"

"kill him--"

But within a breath, the clash of weapons, the tearing of flesh and blood, screams and groans, shouts of murder, and countless sounds of fighting and fighting rang out chaotically and intertwined in the deep darkness!

At the same time, it rang in Thales' ear.

The sword of disaster.

Shadow Shield.

The two sides, who have their own ghosts, hypocrisy and deception, finally tore away the disguise at this moment and completely broke up.