Kingdom’s Bloodline

The crimson in the east is beginning to fade, and the sky is getting brighter.

But the atmosphere on the sand became more and more strange.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Roman, who was as handsome as a painting, looked coldly at Ricky, whose armor was torn and covered in blood, but he had no trauma.

Thales took a deep breath and turned to look around—the cavalry in full formation, the nervous mercenaries, the royal guards with complicated moods, and the miniature and exquisite Saber camp at the far end of the line of sight, billowing with smoke.

He thought about it.

Finally, Legendwing turned his head to Chizi, who was guarded by Clay.

"Shadow... Shield?"

Roman looked into Qianzi's unwilling and painful eyes, and spoke softly.

Qianzi looked back at the handsome man in front of him and realized something.

He no longer struggled needlessly, but frowned and thought deeply.

"More."

Ricky raised his arms and smiled:

"He has quite a relationship with everyone present."

"In addition to being the mastermind of most of the sources of chaos tonight..."

The leader of the Disaster Sword pointed to the blade camp at the far end, with a mysterious tone:

"He was also the main culprit who colluded with foreign enemies eighteen years ago, in the Year of Blood, sneaked into the Saber Dune, assassinated Heyman Canxing, and led to the fall of the camp."

Thales sighed.

The brazener closed his eyes angrily.

At that moment, the sand became quiet, and only the whistling wind and sand could be heard for a while.

Even the intimidating eyes of Legendary Wing froze.

The next second, the cavalry officers in the first row on the sand dunes were in an uproar!

"What?"

Frank frowned, in disbelief:

"You mean... the Tower of the Ghost Prince? And... the fall of the camp?"

"this person?"

for a while,

Countless eyes shot at Qianzi.

Ricky nodded, watching the scene he caused with satisfaction:

"Surprise gift, right?"

Sitting on the ground, Sakel, who was obviously exhausted, looked at the brazier with deep eyes.

"Fuck you, Semir, that guy..." Little Barney pushed Semir hard, but maybe because of the crossbow arrows around him, he didn't continue to attack after all:

"Did you always know?"

Samir just pursed his lips and didn't speak.

In the slightly chaotic scene, Thales looked at the person who had the most say.

Legend Wing did not speak, nor did he restrain his uproarious subordinates.

The white shadow knight just stared closely at the brat with closed eyes, with an unclear attitude, and remained motionless.

"That's impossible!"

The female knight Felicia on the horse gritted her teeth, obviously recalling some bad memories:

"I saw the execution scene when I was a child. The king had already given the assassins that night..."

But at this moment, the silent Roman finally raised his right hand!

The uproar and whispers in the army were all over.

As if that hand had supreme majesty.

Soon, the crowd of mercenaries and royal guards also fell silent.

Everyone looked at Roman's actions with serious faces but nervously.

But the Wing of Legend just turned his head slightly and looked at Ricky:

"evidence?"

Ricky pursed his lips.

He touched his arms confidently.

"I have one..."

But in the middle of speaking, Ricky remembered something, he put down his hand, and looked at the prince in the distance with a strange expression:

"Hey, I mean... Our prince has a posthumous letter from Prince Hayman, which bears the signature and date of the day he died. It is the spoils that the assassin leader took away."

The brat opened his eyes and stared at Ricky in disbelief.

Roman's eyes shot over immediately, shocking Thales.

Jodl's words sounded from the air and sneaked into Thales' ears:

"give him."

Thales frowned and looked at Legend Wing's perfect face, but he obediently took out the letter and handed it out tremblingly.

Roman looked at the precious letter and was silent for two seconds before slowly taking it and reading it.

Qianzi's expression became even more gloomy.

Ricky just kept silent and waited quietly.

Finally, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, Roman put down the letter.

Ricky exhaled:

"Look, I didn't lie to you."

"so……"

Legendary Wing did not speak, only a pair of amber eyes flickered faintly, reflecting the vastness of the desert.

"Crasu... Do you think that if you take the prince and me as bargaining chips, he will let you go?"

At this time, the ashen-faced Qianzi let out a miserable smile that was almost desperate.

"He is the wing of legend, decisive, ruthless, and ruthless."

Under everyone's disgusted eyes, Qianzi looked coldly at Ricky who had betrayed him, and said viciously:

"I won't mention whether he likes your threat... Obviously, it is more in his interest to eat you together."

The expressions of the mercenaries suddenly became ugly.

At this moment, an unharmonious voice sounded:

"Ahem, that..."

Everyone frowned and turned to the neglected boy.

"Can I get it back?"

Thales ignored Yodel's anxious reminder behind him, touched his head, and stretched out his hand to Roman with a smirk:

"You know the uncle that belongs to me...?"

Everyone stared at him blankly.

It was like someone popped a balloon, and the tense atmosphere suddenly released.

Roman frowned for several seconds, as if he wanted to re-examine the boy who dared to interrupt him again.

And Thales could only brace himself and bear it, with a stiff smile.

Fortunately, perhaps because his identity was confirmed, Legend Wing did not "kill you" any more, but reached out his hand silently and returned the letter to Thales abnormally.

"Tick, tick."

Ricky on one side squinted and imitated the sound of the clock:

"Time is ticking, my lord."

He pointed to the smoky Saber camp in the distance.

Roman did not answer his words, but turned to the third dune:

"Duro?"

On the third sand dune, a burly knight rode out among a group of casually dressed cavalry, and came in front of Legendary Wing.

Thales and the fast rope both moved.

They recognized it.

It's Douro.

It was the supernatural warrior they met on the way home, the "boss" of the "freak squad" in the Stardust Guard.

"Boys are all ready, my lord," Duro, whose left arm was a circle thicker than the right arm, replied respectfully:

"at any time."

Roman stared at the camp in the distance and nodded.

"Of course, if you want, we can snatch the prince back now." Douro looked at Thales—obviously not recognizing the young man who was even more embarrassed than the previous desert trip—and glanced at the hired man contemptuously. Soldiers:

"And then it only takes one charge, not even Cal's rotation, and we can crush them all."

Douluo's gaze—just like the gazes of the other cavalrymen, was full of hostility and murderous intent.

These words made the mercenaries, including the royal guards, tense up.

Only Ricky sighed calmly.

"Another message attached, my lord."

The current Crassus of the Sword of Disaster narrowed his eyes:

"One of your deputy seems to be called... Douro?"

In the next second, Ricky pointed to Douro, and then pointed to the drill:

"He has been selling information to the Shadow Shield for a long time."

Thales frowned, first thinking of this Douluo's money-making move, and then remembering the three-way conversation in the tavern.

Du Luo, who was named, was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression changed.

He rode up to Ricky, furious:

"I hate your mother—"

At that moment, Clay and Josh leaned over subconsciously, wanting to protect Ricky who was still smiling, and the cavalry in the first few rows also took aim with their bows and crossbows, and their swords were unsheathed!

Even Thales was grabbed by the dark Yodel's arm.

The scene suddenly became chaotic!

at this moment.

"Shua!"

White light flashed!

The white spear instantly appeared in Legendary Wing's hand, and he stuck it into the sand with one hand!

At that moment, Thales only felt that the surrounding air was replaced by water, and all the noisy sounds were stagnated!

Roman spoke softly, but it seemed to be whispering in everyone's ears:

"quiet."

Thales was shocked.

These words seemed to have some kind of power, forcing the chaotic crowd to stop their mouths and restrain their movements subconsciously.

One second, two seconds.

Everyone stopped talking and didn't move.

The scene instantly returned to silence, except for the rustling of the wind.

Only then did Legend Wing pull out his long spear and put it back on his back.

The people present were like waking up from a big dream, as if they remembered how to breathe.

"My lord..." Douluo's mount raised its front hooves, he stood up, and stopped abruptly.

Duro pointed at Ricky angrily, his lips trembled with anger, and he spoke incoherently:

"He, he, the son of a bitch... good or bad, good or bad..."

But Legendary Wings just glanced at it lightly:

"his words."

"is that true?"

Looking at the face of his boss, Du Luo's words froze for a moment.

But he reacted immediately:

"How is it possible, I don't know this so-called assassin at all..."

However, Ricky gently pushed away Josh, who was covering him behind him, and said with a light smile:

"But he told me that your wife and daughter are seriously ill, right?"

Douro was taken aback.

"Maybe you'll do something unusual for them?"

Duro gritted his teeth fiercely. He glanced at the surrounding cavalry and said angrily:

"Don't fucking slander me..."

At this time, the Wing of Legend spoke softly again.

"I, hate, argue."

Those three short words, like religious oracles, instantly silenced both Duro and Ricky.

Roman raised his head slightly, his eyes were like lightning, and he shot directly at Douro:

"You just say yes or no."

Douro panicked:

"Of course not! I was single-handedly picked by you, and I have always been loyal to you..."

But he was interrupted again by his boss:

"But you don't sound so sure."

The voice of the Legendary Wing was still steady and hollow, as if it was floating from the sky.

Duro froze for a moment.

He looked into his boss's eyes and lowered his head subconsciously.

Seems to be hesitating.

"They... my wife and daughter are indeed in poor health, my lord."

Du Luo's tone softened a bit, he rubbed his hands on the rein again, and spoke with difficulty:

"I can't get enough money...sometimes I will find a way...to make some money...with some businessmen."

Legendary Wing frowned.

Felicia on the side looked at Douro's embarrassment, and couldn't help it anymore:

"My lord, we should deal with these things in the future, but over there in the camp..."

But before she finished speaking, Frank, who rode to her side, held her shoulders.

The middle-aged knight shook his head at the puzzled Felicia.

Thales, who was a bystander, frowned slightly.

"Make money? Use intelligence?"

Ricky hummed softly and looked at the brazier:

"Your wife and daughter are not sick, they are just regularly poisoned by these assassins."

At this moment, Douluo's face finally changed drastically, and he turned to Qianzi who seemed to have regarded death as home:

"What?"

Ricky quipped:

"You're welcome, but that's the cause."

On the other side, the subdued Qianzi bent down with laughter.

Legend Wing looked at Douro quietly:

"So, you are really selling out information?"

Du Luo's face was livid, he looked around at his colleagues, panicked:

"It's just something irrelevant. You know, there is no security hall in the Saber Camp. The merchants are always worried about the security and want to get some inside information..."

His colleague, Frank sighed softly.

But Roman interrupted Duro:

"For example, this time, the so-called 'intelligence' of the large-scale deployment of the main standing army when various armies gathered at the Saber camp?"

Du Luo choked up his words.

"I……"

He was terrified, and the successive blows made him unable to react:

"But I don't know, my lord, those 'businessmen', I really don't know them..."

Legendary Wing still responded indifferently.

Felicia on one side couldn't stand it anymore:

"My lord," she said tentatively:

"We still, let's rescue the camp first..."

But Roman interrupted her without hesitation:

"The camp is forever impregnable."

He stared closely at the sweaty Douluo, the coldness in his tone even infected the air:

"But my deputies may not always be the same."

These words made Frank and Felicia beside him startled, and they all fell silent.

Douro trembled all over:

"grown ups!"

Roman stepped forward and slowly approached Douro's mount:

"Your family members are seriously ill...why don't you come to me?"

Douluo, who was riding on the horse, was obviously taller than Roman, but at this moment he looked like a trembling mouse, seeing the mousetrap:

"I……"

In the next second, Thales felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, followed by Douro's scream:

"ah!"

The cavalry in the first few rows exclaimed!

When Thales, who was startled, looked back, Douro had already landed on the ground.

The boss of the freak was not dead. He was lying on the sand, panting in shock, looking at the white gun body on his chest.

The tip of the gun was inches from his throat.

"Also, because you know," Roman said coldly:

"I do not care."

Legendary Wing turned around, and the white spear returned to his back.

Only then did Du Luo let out a sigh of relief.

Just like the other cavalry.

"Snake Hand." Roman raised his voice.

On the third side of the sand dune, a knight was pushed by someone, and then he galloped over in a hurry, looking a little flustered.

"grown ups!"

Thales recognized him. He was another supernatural being under Douluo's command. He had met him once in the desert.

Legendary Wing raised his head:

"From now on, you are the new boss of 'Freak'."

The knight nicknamed Snake Hand was taken aback, he looked at the 'boss' Douro on the ground:

"Huh? But I—"

Frank on the side grabbed his arm to prevent the panicked snake hand from continuing to speak.

"As for you."

"After today, just retire," Roman looked at Du Luo lying on the ground with a dull expression:

"Go to Nekla to settle the money matter."

"From stupid to blind, you have so much in common."

He turned around with a cold snort, allowing Douluo on the ground to be lifted up by both Snake Hand and Felicia.

But the next moment, Legendary Wings walked towards Qianzi.

This immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Under Ricky's gesture, Clay gently released the arm that was holding the brazier.

"So, it's you."

Roman looked at the brazener coldly:

"Eighteen years ago I reached out to the camp, now I reach out to my army."

The voice of Legendary Wings is light and hollow, but it contains a chill:

"you."

Qianzi hesitated slightly, as if frightened by the opponent's momentum.

Then he sighed.

"It's just work."

Qianzi lowered his head, coughed a few times, looking embarrassed:

"Like you, my lord baron, I just obey... a higher order."

Thales frowned slightly as he remembered something.

"I disobey orders, assassin," Legend Wing replied coldly:

"I only protect my property."

Roman stepped forward slowly, following his tone, his handsome facial features seemed to instantly turn into sharp steel blades, approaching everyone who watched him:

"The Blade Camp is my property."

"No one can move it."

Roman stared at the brazier:

"no one."

Qianzi looked at him blankly, as if he was a little frightened by the baron at this moment.

"You don't need to be like this, my lord, I have already surrendered, and I will cooperate with you." Sensing the meaning of the other party's words, Qianzi seemed to be a little out of control, but he still tried his best to save himself:

"All of this, including all the assassinations throughout the Bloody Year, were written by our master. His name is 'Teng'—the Secret Division must also know about him."

"And I can help you, the Secret Division, and the Star Kingdom to find him."

Qianzi glanced at Thales unwillingly:

"He holds a terrible secret in his hands, including the mastermind of the bloody year."

"Involves the fate of the entire Star Kingdom."

Frank and Felicia looked at each other, and even Sackel tightened his lips.

But this time, the brazener miscalculated.

"But Camp Saber belongs to me."

I saw the owner of the Saber Camp, the Legendary Wing, Roman Williams staring intently at the brazier, and said softly:

"Only mine."

Thales watched this scene quietly.

In a hurry:

"Of course, and you have kept it well."

"Listen, I know who is involved in this incident, people from the Northland, the dark room, and even other forces... I can take you to get them..."

"My subordinates still have a lot of resources available, you can treat me as..."

However, the next moment, the Legendary Wings moved!

A strange white light flashed out instantly, turned into a long spear, and went straight to Qianzi's heart!

"laugh!"

The sound of flesh and blood tearing apart.

Thales' nerves tightened.

The next second, Qianzi lowered his head in a daze, watching the endless blood gushing from his chest.

No.

He doesn't understand.

Legend Wing's words continued, indifferent and emotionless, as if he hadn't heard Qianzi's words at all:

"That'smine."

He looked down at the brazier from a high position, as if he was looking at a struggling insect.

Qianzi seems to finally understand his fate.

He raised his eyes from the deadly forehead on his chest, tried his best to squeeze out a last miserable smile, and then turned ferociously:

"Strange, the ghostly shadow is immortal, forever..."

But the white light flashed again, across Qianzi's neck!

The latter's harsh last words came to an abrupt end.

"Those who want to move it from me..."

Roman held the severed head expressionlessly, letting the gun body on his right hand drip with blood:

"...you have to pay the price."

Qianzi's headless body fell limply to the ground.

Thales watched this scene with wide eyes:

The son of the Shadow Shield, who used to manipulate the situation in the dark night of Dragon Clouds City and Blade Fang Camp, just like this, quietly died in a corner of the desert.

Not even the last words were complete.

But the next moment, the body of the gun in Roman's hand retracted, turned into a short spear, and pierced into the head's mouth!

What he did next made Kuai Rope cover his mouth in horror:

"I have a—"

Thales stared at Roman's movements in a daze: he leisurely and skillfully used the short spear to tear the flesh and blood from the head back and forth, and at——

cutting?

Everyone is discolored!

Amidst the frightening sound of slight rubbing, flesh and blood were splashed and dripping.

Roman's movements are skillful, but his expression is calm.

It's like chopping vegetables.

Seeing the surrounding people chilled for a while.

Fortunately, Roman doesn't like to talk too much, otherwise Thales even guessed: He must be humming a ditty right now.

Soon, after a few seconds, there were only two blood holes left in Qianzi's eyes that were dying, and his mandible had been separated from his head.

The head became more and more ferocious, and the blood dripped unceasingly.

Thales was horrified to see it.

And Roman put away the body of the gun, and turned the half-human head in his hand left and right with great interest, that expression...

It's like watching a...

crafts.

This thought gave Thales a chill.

Everyone's faces were not very good-looking, only Frank coughed:

"grown ups?"

The Wing of Legend just turned around and threw the half-head of the chisel to Frank - the latter caught it with great disgust, and turned the bloody eye hole on it to the other side.

Roman's expression was indifferent and calm, but Thales always felt that the other party was in a good mood at the moment.

He grabbed a handful of sand and rubbed the blood on his hands:

"Treat it on the spot first, and burn it properly after the war."

firing?

Thales frowned.

"The quality of Chilusa Rockcrack Chief is not bad."

Facing the strange eyes of his subordinates, Roman shook his shoulders and tapped the ugly half-orc skull on his left shoulder.

"It's been more than ten years, and I'm tired of wearing it. I want to change it..."

Legend Wing pointed to the ferocious head that was being tied to the horse by Frank, and said softly:

"Easy."