Kingdom’s Bloodline

The Saber Camp, the Prison of Bones, and the ground exit are not far away.

In the dark night, a fat man stood in a low alley, silently watching the huge hemispherical fortress in front of him, the most famous prison in Western Wilderness and even in All Stars.

He covered his sleeves, stared at the darkness, smacked his lips, and clicked his tongue.

A slightly heavy footstep sounded from behind him.

"The Prison of Bones, no matter how many times you look at it, it's just like the Tower of the Ghost Prince..."

The fat man didn't even look at the scene behind him, because he knew who was coming, he just sighed: "These two things are equally annoying."

The slightly heavy footsteps stopped behind him.

The fat man yawned in the darkness and cold wind, but still didn't look back: "You came out so fast?"

The person behind him seemed to nod.

A slightly thicker voice came out faintly, with a little coldness and alienation: "Ten minutes ago, their security on the ground was relaxed."

Hearing this repulsive tone, the fat man shrugged.

But he knew that the people behind him had always been like this, so he didn't care.

Until the fat man turned his face and glanced at the person behind him.

With just one look, he was scared out of his wits, jumped up from the ground, and jumped three feet horizontally!

I wish I could stay as far away from the people behind me as possible.

"My God! Nob!"

The fat man suppressed his voice desperately, put his hands in front of his body, and looked at his colleagues around him in shock.

Looking at the latter's revealing, sexy and seductive attire.

Looking at his companion's eye-catching makeup with red thrush and lip gloss.

Looking at the other person's slender figure and charming movements, he pulled the loose shoulder strap nonchalantly, and put a piece of exposed shoulder skin in the wind and sand, together with the bulging chest scenery, into the tulle-like clothing.

But……

But……

The fat man couldn't stop the trembling all over his body, and pointed at Nobu with shaking fingers: "I know this is required for work, disguised, sneaked into the crowd or something, but, but..."

He looked at his colleagues in horror:

"But do you have to put on colorful clothes, show off your head, and dress up as a street prostitute?"

Nobu turned his head, letting the thin clothes flutter in the cold wind, almost unable to cover his body, and this made the fat man on one side tremble again:

"Is there a problem?"

The tone is understatement.

The slightly chubby guy couldn't bear to look at each other, and managed to squeeze out a smile:

"Of course it's fine, except for one thing..."

The fat man took a deep breath, and painfully told the truth:

"You're such a big-ass--"

"Man!"

In the screams that were deliberately lowered, the man named Nobu just looked at his strong body under the tulle, and said calmly:

"Is there a problem?"

The fat man almost fainted. He hid in the alley, pressed his forehead and said sadly:

"My God, Nob, you know how your women's clothing looks... it's just environmental pollution? Look at your blue stubble with lipstick,

With a bloody mouth, a hulking back..."

The fat man became more and more sad as he talked, and Nobu couldn't help but look back at him.

"Oh no, please don't turn your head, don't turn your head to look at me! I have to go back and wash my eyes today, your visual damage after changing clothes is too great..."

The fat man caught a glimpse of the other party's soft and sexy skirt from the corner of his eye, and saw the looming thick thighs and thick leg hair underneath, his cheeks twitched involuntarily.

Coupled with huge chest muscles...

And a serious face...

The fat man only felt his abdomen churning.

Goddess Haoyue, don't wait until the book is finished, throw the meteorite down now, and kill me and him together!

Nobu looked at his shocking attire again, and grinned indifferently.

This charming and charming smile with a stubble almost scared the man who had just recovered from his heartbeat into a sudden cardiac arrest.

"That's the essence, Gomez, like your reaction now."

Nobu said to Gomez with a touch of confidence:

"After I dressed up as a woman, the ugliness and discomfort caused by the intentional contrast, the abruptness and surprise that broke through the routine, instead made people turn their heads away subconsciously. You won't have much interest in paying attention to what a poor male prostitute with transvestites will do. There will be no other secrets—such as whether he is someone who deliberately lurks down."

As Nobu said, he habitually stretched out his hand and brushed the non-existent forehead hair.

Gomez patted his chest in shock, still insisting on talking to his colleagues only from the corner of his eye:

"Are you... sure you haven't read too many bards?"

Nobu gave Gomez a sideways look, his brows were full of hope and anger.

Let Gomez once again have the urge to leave and retire immediately.

Gomez could only exhale in pain, pointed to the bone prison in the distance resignedly, and said to his extremely calm colleague:

"Forget it... So, what shall we have for this meal today?"

"What to eat?" Gomez stopped subconsciously shaking his sleeves and shook his head steadily:

"The intelligence list is clearly with you."

The chubby Gomez blushed and coughed before pulling out a piece of paper from his belt and slowly unfolding it.

"Okay, let me see..."

Gomez looked at the paper in his hand, and suddenly he was full of energy, and the haze that was almost scared to death by Nobu seemed to be swept away.

"Well, first of all, appetizers and appetizer soup," he looked at the prison of bones in the distance with great interest, with a cadenced tone:

"A personal envoy of the Kinslayer of the North."

Gomez stopped talking, held back his nausea, and looked at Nobu in women's clothes: "Did you see him when you were inside?"

Nobu still looked indifferent, just nodded slightly.

"Russell Vader, the former Baron of Dragon Clouds, witnessed and confirmed," Nobu said calmly, but there was a rare trace of seriousness in his eyes, "Six years ago, I followed him all the way to monitor until Entered Eternal Star City."

Gomez nodded in satisfaction, and stretched out his short index finger to press Russell's name heavily, with the momentum, as if the lord was stamping the warrant seal.

I saw Gomez saying in the cold wind:

"Well, this former baron may be inconspicuous, but he has the greatest relationship and the most special status. He is the key to connect everything. The Lord has instructions. Be sure to ask him about his relationship with the darkroom, and maybe he can pull out the nails in the darkroom—hmm , Not bad, the appetizer, the quantity is small, the quality is high, and the entrance is exquisite."

Nob nodded expressionlessly.

Gomez blew on the paper in his hand and looked to the next person.

"And then, the much-anticipated main course."

Gomez's eyes lit up again: "Wow, guess what we have?"

"A whole pot of shadow assassins, full of sincerity!"

He was elated.

Just like before, Nobu spoke slowly, responding to Gomez's gaze.

"Caussie, with an inauspicious surname, a former Northland vagrant, code-named 'Jianzi', confirmed by witnesses."

Just listen to Nobu plainly:

He is the most valuable target in it, in line with the description of "Operation Shadow Hunting" six years ago, the lord pays close attention to him, especially to find the nail he placed on the upper level of West Wilderness. "

Gomez smirked and clicked his tongue, as if he was tasting the best steak:

"This may be the largest gathering of Shadow Shields since eighteen years—huh, the meat is delicious and of high quality. As long as it is cooked properly, it must be the best in the world."

Nobu was noncommittal, but gracefully raised his skirt that had been stained with dust.

"Next, side dish," Gomez continued to read his list, enthusiastically:

"The middleman in the mercenary business, the well-known owner of the 'My House' tavern."

Nob frowned slightly.

"Tampa, the successor of 'half-mouthed' Rooney more than ten years ago, witnesses confirmed," the man dressed in women's clothing said thoughtfully, "there will be a lot of information and money in his hands."

Gomez's eyes rolled lightly:

"This guy has always been very slippery, and he doesn't let it go, but after this battle, we can rub him as we want, flatten him, rub him on the ground... Hehehe, well, this side dish is more or less A bit greasy..."

Gomez shook his head seemingly helplessly, looking towards the last line.

"Then comes the last dessert."

This time, Gomez looked solemn:

"Blood whistle, the famous war mercenary group."

Nobu's face also sank.

"Sword of Disaster, witness confirmation."

"Their leader doesn't seem to come around very often, I can't recognize it... But one of them stayed with me for a long time, and then went down. His companion called him Josh. He seemed to be a frequent visitor to the prison, and he couldn't talk Come; the other is the Clay who is resident in the Northland; there is another one, who is suspected to be a fugitive from our kingdom for many years, the former second-in-command of the Royal Guard, Colin Semir."

Hearing this, Gomez raised his mouth:

"Surprise always comes at the end, isn't it? The group of enemies of the Tower of Termination suspected that they escaped after launching an attack on the Tower of Termination. The scale is large enough to go to the battlefield. The Lord is sorry for them breaking into the Tower of Termination." I am very interested in what, and I am also full of curiosity about why they entered the prison of bones—tsk tsk, lingering on the tip of the tongue, endless aftertaste, as a dessert, it is also a perfect ending."

He squinted his eyes slightly and licked his lips, as if he really felt the taste of dessert.

Nobu looked at him and remained silent.

Gomez rubbed his fat hands and put away the paper with excitement, like a man returning home after a busy day:

"So, this is today's menu. It's ready... That sissy should be almost in place. When will we act, close the net, and serve dinner?"

He looked hopefully at Nobu in women's clothing, trying not to look at the latter's skirt blown up by the wind, and the looming scenery under the skirt.

"No."

But Nobu just shook his head decisively: "We won't act."

Gomez's smile froze.

"Say it again?" The fat man seemed in disbelief.

"The prince is still inside," Nobu said bluntly, "We can't move."

"So what—it's just a prince..." Fatty was very dissatisfied at first, until he understood what the other person said.

Fat Gomez's face changed.

"prince?"

"Wait, you mean the heir to the kingdom who came back from the Northland?"

Nobu said nothing, but nodded slightly.

Gomez's lips opened and closed, and twitched silently: "The cover and false bait of our operation - the troublemaker who messed up our countless plans?"

Nob nodded.

As if seeing something unclean, Gomez raised a pair of chubby short hands in horror and grabbed his mouth.

"I—you—this—no—but—that's a prison of bones! He, he...how did he get involved? Was he caught whoring? Still the same as you, selling The ass went in?" The fat man looked at the other party in shock, even forgetting the latter's clothes and appearance.

"I wish I knew too," Nob shook his head:

"But that's what the Nameless One told me."

The fat man looked like he was about to argue, and when the words came to his lips, he hesitated.

In the end, he could only slap himself across the face.

"I'm so fucked—do you know what this looks like?"

"It's like the appetizer, main course, side dish and dessert are all served, and when the guests are wiping their mouths and drinking wine, nodding in satisfaction, the prodigy prince, His Royal Highness, is carrying a large plate of pungent sauce and unpleasant sauce. Shrimp meat popped out suddenly: Surprise! Hey, there is another dish here, haha! Hold your nose and eat it obediently, idiot!"

Fat Gomez danced and danced, yelling and cursing in disgust.

"What a genius, he he he he ruined the whole meal!"

"And the most coincident thing is, we are that idiot!"

Gomez had a broken expression on his face.

But Nobu was unmoved, just shook his head, and his voice was low:

"The situation inside is unknown, rash action is just a meaningless adventure, the nameless is the only eye that can act, we have to wait."

Gomez finally calmed down, gritted his teeth and said:

"What's going on down here?"

"I don't ask many questions, and you know the nameless one," Nobu bowed his head cautiously:

"He doesn't talk much."

"Great, the task of getting involved with the unknown is always thrilling and exciting," Gomez was full of sarcasm: "And we can't do anything now, until the troublemaker prince who asks for trouble is obediently rescued by the unknown." come out?"

Nobu tugged at the hem of his skirt and nodded silently.

Gomez took a sharp sip: "It's hard to imagine that our menu now depends on that nameless man who is as crazy as he is."

Nob frowned.

"Be cautious."

"That nameless person..."

The man in women's clothing said softly: "He is not from Corey, but he can act with us more than once, and often grasps the key to the situation. Instead, we will cooperate with him. Do you know what this means?"

Nobu pointed to the top coldly.

Gomez's face froze, grinding his teeth and saying:

"Damn nepotism?"

Nob said nothing.

The fat man's face was full of pain, and he breathed out a patriotic exclamation of the darkness of the officialdom and the bewilderment of the royal family.

"Okay, just wait here - that cold-blooded sissy won't be happy."

Nobu shook his head: "That's not our problem."

Amidst the sound of wind and sand, the two waited for a while in the alley next to the Prison of Bones.

"Speaking of which, Nobu," perhaps tired of the silence, perhaps unable to stand the cold, Gomez opened his ear while digging:

"Forget about the nameless one, anyway, he has always been mysterious, but he doesn't fight or snatch it, but..."

The fat man glanced at Nobu carefully.

"Are you really willing?"

Nob frowned slightly.

"You know, in terms of ability and achievements in the Western Wilderness, whether it is the Year of Blood or the Desert War, you are the most suitable successor to the Lord..."

I saw the fat man shrinking his neck, and said pointedly: "But ten years ago, when that rascal boy came, the lord trained him as his successor..."

Nobu suddenly turned his head!

This time, he in women's attire no longer has a seductive look or a deliberate weakness. What comes out of his sharp eyes is a fierce and cold warning!

Let the fat man subconsciously feel cold.

"Gomez."

Nobu said word by word:

"Do you know who dies the fastest in the secret department?"

Gomez was cold all over, knowing that he said something wrong, he replied hesitantly:

"Uh, someone who talks too much?"

Nob smiled coldly.

"No," the colleague in women's clothing gritted his teeth, like a beast before a fight: "It's someone who thinks too much..."

The fat man's expression was slightly stern, and he shut up resentfully.

The atmosphere became tense.

Until Nobu chuckled and added the last sentence:

"...and Fatty."

Gomez's face froze.

He looked at his chubby body, then shrugged embarrassingly, waved his hands and said, "Forget it..."

"You are the boss... as long as you are happy."

The two returned to their previous tranquility, silently looking at the dark horizon of the desert.

After half an hour.

"I said, Nobu...that..."

Nob turned his head impatiently.

The fat man's face was reddish, his expression was twisted, and he coughed faintly:

"Will you...will you always wear women's clothing?"

————

In the dark cell on the last floor, no one knows how it all happened.

Including Samir.

In those few tenths of a second, the former flag officer of the royal guard only saw a dark color illuminated by the fire, gradually appearing in front of Ricky.

It's as if the air has instantly turned into a drawing paper stained with ink, blurring out the creations of the painter.

But what this dark color shows is not a beautiful scene, let alone a still life.

But a sword blade.

Samir wanted to remind Ricky aloud.

assassin.

assassin!

But he found that when he recognized the shape of a sword blade, the murder weapon that appeared out of nowhere had pierced Ricky's throat obliquely, breaking his cartilage, jaw, tongue, cerebellum, and from the back of the skull. Ruthlessly worn out.

Even the fastest brain thoughts can't keep up with the sudden change at this moment.

"Pfft!" The sound of metal piercing into flesh.

The leader of the Sword of Disaster only had time to groan before trembling all over!

Ricky opened his eyes in disbelief, staring at the figure that appeared with the blade in front of him - an assassin standing face to face in front of him, his movements were ordinary, and he just sent out the blade with one hand.

But he was already powerless—under the piercing of the blade, Crassus of the Disaster Sword only had the sound of "clucking" bleeding from his mouth, and his trembling but uncontrollable limbs.

It's like trance, ignorance.

The assassin drew back the dark blade lightly, shaking off the blood from it.

"thump!"

Ricky got on his knees and fell on his upper body.

He twitched and lost his life in the pool of blood spurting from his neck.

The pair of eyes that are hard to die are still open.

impossible.

This was the next thought of Semir, whose mind was almost blank.

Someone as strong as Ricky...

This trick of the Shadow Shield...

how come……

How will it work?

The next moment, like a water-stained piece of paper drying instantly, the figure of the assassin disappeared again.

Also in a few tenths of a second, Semir's instinct made him draw his sword instantly, and at the same time prepare to shout!

"call!"

But besides the sound of metal and leather rubbing against each other, another attack came through the air with the sound of strong wind from the darkness!

The former flag officer threw out a perfect sword style, slashed out with his backhand, and split the flying hidden weapon.

"Boom!"

Only then did Samir see clearly that it was a torch that had been extinguished for a long time.

In that direction, Thales, who maintained the posture of throwing the torch, looked at him indifferently.

But what surprised Semir most, and even shocked him, was that the torch thrown by the prince not only had a tricky angle, but also had a strange twist, which made the long sword in his hand tremble slightly!

impossible.

During those few tenths of a second, Semir stared blankly at the indifferent Thales.

Why?

Although lack of proficiency, lack of strength, method is not very orthodox...

But yes.

that method.

He has.

Just eighteen years ago.

on that day!

Samuel couldn't believe it.

Why.

Why is the prince of Star Kingdom...

How to use the famous Assassin's Flower and the unique throwing knife skill of the Surridon family!

Sniper knife!

Semir's absence lasted only 0.01 seconds.

But that's enough.

In the blink of an eye, the sinister Mo Se, who once took Ricky's life, reappeared behind the former flag officer!

The murderous aura came, forcing Semir's hair to stand on end!

Oops.

Before he collapsed to the ground and lost his sanity, the flag bearer heard the prince's slightly anxious cry:

"Keep alive!"

thump.

With a muffled sound, Samir passed out on the ground.

Clang.

His torch and sword fell to the ground at the same time.

Not far from him, Ricky's corpse in a pool of blood was motionless, and there was no more sound.

call.

Thales took a deep breath, and the nerves that had been tense for a long time were completely relaxed.

The sin of Hell River on the arms, waist, and calves gradually subsided, and the soreness after imitating Yala's knife-throwing posture surged.

He was so tired that he sat down.

call.

Thales gasped for air, but smiled.

These swords of disaster.

Damn mercenaries.

There are so many people!

The prince secretly slandered in his heart.

After waiting for so long, at least he waited for the chance to place orders!

The real strong plan everything, not relying on one-time victory or defeat, not only on strength, not on honor or disgrace at a certain moment.

The last laugh is the winner!

call!

Looking at Ricky and Semir on the ground, Thales yelled wildly in his heart for several seconds, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and smirked.

There was a rustling sound behind him, as if facing the instant lore of the rabbit and falcon, Sakel in the fence also secretly moved.

But Thales has no time to pay attention to him.

He raised his head and looked at the dark figure in front of Semir.

Thales sat on the ground panting, massaging his sore right arm, looking at the back of the other party, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, and the feeling was unspeakable.

"You just... you just stood there?"

said the prince.

The figure paused slightly.

Finally, the figure slowly bent down, picked up the torch left by Semir, and turned around.

Walking towards Thales step by step.

Light on your feet.

Nothing happened.

By the firelight, Thales silently looked at this man.

It's still the same.

same body shape.

Same attire.

Same weapon.

Same... weird.

The man stood in front of Thales, seeming to be sizing him up carefully.

Thales remained silent and let him look at him.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the other party came out with a hoarse and low voice.

"Long time no see, Your Highness."

"You've grown up a lot."

Thales clenched his fist, and his heart moved slightly.

Hearing both familiar and unfamiliar voices, a long-lost sense of intimacy and peace of mind filled my heart.

Drive away every inch of fear and tension in his heart.

It seems that from this moment, the overall situation has been settled.

Thales looked away, first took a deep breath, then snorted through his nose, and shrugged.

"That's it, nothing else to say?"

The flames flickered in the dark cell.

The figure on the opposite side was silent, not saying a word.

Thales was also silent. He looked at the familiar dark purple mask on the other person's face with complicated emotions, and the indistinct mechanism behind the lens, including the dark glossy dagger in his hand. Situation of meeting.

The silence didn't last long.

The next second, the weirdo in front of him put away his dagger, took a serious step back, touched his chest with his right hand, shook his left hand behind his back, and knelt down on one knee.

Just like their first meeting on Hongfang Street.

"Yordel Gato," the weirdo's tone was respectful and solemn, but there were slight ups and downs:

"At your service again."