Chapter 153 Old

[Book Title: Kingdom Bloodline Chapter 153 Getting Old Author: Masterless Sword]

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The Yordle who always hides in the dark and is sure to kill...

Captured?

The shadow shields behind Qianzi lit two torches, illuminating the small corridor brightly.

Although the expression could not be seen through the mask, Yordle's struggle became weaker and weaker.

Bearing the pulling force of his limbs in four directions, his figure faded several times, trying to enter the path of shadows, but under the strength of the chains, his intention failed repeatedly and he was forced to appear.

"Lucking, provoking, and profiting, you really had a good time here, dear colleague."

Qianzi seemed to be relieved, he showed a slightly ferocious smile, and looked at the masked guest who was invited by chains: "Maybe you are quite sorry, but we did not fulfill your wish, under the instigation of strangeness, with the sword of disaster Fight to the death?"

In the dark and dreary prison, Yordle did not answer, his dark purple mask was facing the gun at least five steps away.

His silence caused Qianzi to frown slightly.

Oops.

Thales forced himself to calm down.

He gritted his teeth, bent his knees slightly, and raised the long silver diamond sword in his hand to the level of his eyes.

There are not many two-handed sword styles in the northern military swordsmanship, and most of them are forced to counterattack after the shield is broken.

but now……

Holding the sword in both hands, he looked at the nearest chain driver.

Just force one of them back.

Thales called out the sin of the prison river that overflowed his feet, ready to exert his strength.

"Ah, no no no."

The sharp-eyed brat didn't let go of this scene, he raised his eyebrows, raised his index finger to Thales amiably, and swayed slightly from side to side.

"If it was me, I wouldn't do that," Qianzi shook his head, his smile still polite:

"Your Majesty."

While speaking, he gently pushed out the awl in his hand, pointing to Yodel's throat in front of him.

This action stopped the anxious Thales!

"After all, you are a precious body."

Qianzi shook the weapon in his hand, the corners of his mouth curved a little more, and his words meant something.

"In case of damage, I can't afford it."

hateful.

Looking at Qianzi's smug smile, Thales took a deep breath, put down the long sword in midair, and had no choice but to give up the intention of rushing to rescue the siege.

He tried his best to get rid of restless thoughts, and desperately thought of ways to relieve Yordle from his predicament.

Yordel struggled with his right arm again, and the tip of the Supreme Sword pierced one of the links on the chain, but the assassin who held the chain immediately reversed his force with a tricky angle, smashing the intention of the mask guard.

"You've said so much nonsense," Thales looked at Yordle, who was struggling with the four of them, feeling troubled:

"Just to lure him out?"

The drill bit his head and shook his head.

"It's not all nonsense, Your Highness," the assassin leader bowed, polite as before, but Thales could no longer feel the respect in his words just now:

"Please trust my sincerity."

It seemed that from this moment on, he had mastered the final move of the general on the chessboard.

Calm down, Thales.

calm.

The prince took a deep breath, and listened desperately to the direction of Qianzi in the senses of hell.

The four wrestling yordles were breathing unsteadily and were constantly exhausted.

The two assassins behind Qianzi were resting silently and replying.

Qianzi himself's left arm was still trembling slightly, and it seemed that he was not unharmed after the hand-to-hand combat with Yordle.

but……

Thales looked worriedly at the darkness behind Qianzi: there were still multiple breaths coming from there.

The greatest reliance is suddenly lost,

And I can't save the hostages with one enemy.

what to do?

How can...

He looked at the difficult and trapped yordle, stroked Ricky's silver diamond long sword, felt its almost perfect balance, but knew that he was in the most unbalanced situation.

Jianzi seemed to have fully recovered from the sudden attack, he took a few steps to the side, looked at the tightly restrained yordle, and clicked his tongue.

"Six years ago, my two groups of people accepted the commission from Valjalund and went south to the inland of the stars that they hadn't dared to set foot in for many years."

He sighed softly, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at Yodel.

"In the end, after a failed carriage assassination and the ensuing siege of the secret department, only two sentinels came back alive."

Hearing this sentence, Thales was slightly taken aback.

six years ago.

Valjalund.

Carriage Assassination...

Isn't that...

I saw Qianzi snorted coldly, and the awl in his hand actually slashed across Yodel's mask:

"What a coincidence, a similar mask appeared in their description."

"So... who are you?"

Yoddle remained silent, but Thales saw that the chain hook that held Yoddle's arm was already oozing a little blood, and the latter's struggle became smaller and smaller.

But the masked guard shook his head slightly at him.

"Well," Qianzi who didn't get a response from the target for a long time cocked his mouth:

"It can be seen that you are not an orator."

hateful!

Thales' breathing became more and more urgent, and he raised the long sword in his hand several times.

Jodl remained silent, as if someone had ironed his mouth shut.

Under the dim light of the fire, the familiar yet unfamiliar dark purple mask looked plain and monotonous.

The assassin leader finally gave up trying to communicate with the masked man.

Maybe... maybe he's a mute.

"Now, the uncertain factors affecting our communication have been resolved," Qianzi slowly turned his head, and suddenly looked at Thales:

"Can you come with us, Your Highness?"

He still had that amiable smile, standing among the group of assassins covered in cloaks, standing in front of the impenetrable darkness, reaching out to Thales from a distance.

But the prince felt nothing but a chill down his spine.

"We can hit it off and work well together."

Looking at his palm, Thales' eyebrows couldn't be tighter, and his teeth were about to be crushed.

With a wave of his hands, the long sword drew an arc, getting used to the characteristics of this weapon.

"Ambush my guards, this is not a good sign for cooperation."

Qianzi put down his palm and said with a smile: "I think so, after all, he didn't hesitate when he swung his sword at me."

Thales was speechless for a moment.

He changed his attitude and said coldly: "Listen, Qianzi, if you still want to get out alive..."

When the prince said this, he stopped abruptly, and cut off the rest of "Secret Science has surrounded this place" at the edge of his mouth.

No.

Confirming this news in front of Qianzi will only make him more desperate and more concerned about the hostages and chips in his hands.

what to do?

Thales looked at Yordle, but he could only see a reflection in the hole of his mirror.

"We can discuss what you said," Thales said bravely, "but as the first step in the negotiation, I would prefer to see my guards healthy and safe."

Qianzi stared at him carefully for a long time, then smiled happily.

As he smiled, the chained assassins bound the yordle even tighter.

The masked guard trembled, and shook his head at Thales again.

"There is only one way to keep him safe, Your Highness."

Perhaps tired of Thales's words, Qianzi's smile was a little cold.

Qianzi narrowed his eyes into slits, and tilted his head slightly:

"And you already know that."

Thales clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

Damn it!

A non-smooth, slippery guy, cooperation, negotiation, interests, nothing can attract his attention at all.

He only wants me!

I!

The brazener stared at Thales for a long time, as if he wasn't in a hurry.

"As a matter of fact, I have heard a great deal about you, including your character, from Baron Russell, and he from King Charmain."

Hearing that name again, Thales suddenly felt bad.

Qianzi smiled and took a step forward, looked at Yordle, and then at Thales.

"For example, you are both kind-hearted and decisive."

Qianzi's face moved slightly, and he gently raised the awl: "But I've always wondered, how can these two characteristics appear in the same person?"

"Then, we have the opportunity to verify it today."

In front of Thales' ugly face, Qianzi gently put the tip of the awl on the neck of the masked guard, grinning.

Yoddle remained motionless, his arms dripping with blood.

The assassins tightening his limbs tightened.

"What does this mean?" Thales' face was pale, and he spoke faster.

"As I said, I'm a businessman."

The drill seemed to spread his left hand helplessly, but the awl on his right hand suddenly clasped Yodel's throat!

Thales couldn't help clenching his fist.

"Deals are always consensual, therefore, I hope to see you quietly and willingly go with us without causing trouble, not making mistakes, not playing tricks, you know, we are deeply touched by how difficult you are. "

Qianzi twitched the corners of his mouth meaningfully, and gestured to the silent Yoddle.

"Choose, Your Highness," Qianzi said with a smile on his face, but a cold light flashed in his eyes:

"Do you want the kindness of the king, or the decisiveness of the king?"

Benevolent...

Thales glanced at Yoddle, who was unable to move, with a pale face.

Or decisive?

His eyes flicked to the awl pressed against the mask guard's throat.

Damn it!

In the dim light of the fire, Yoddle shook his head imperceptibly again.

Thales looked at him bitterly.

hateful.

No.

Thales took a light breath, suppressing the resentment in his heart.

calm.

Calm down, Thales.

calm!

He took several deep breaths, and his eyes swept over each shadow assassin one after another.

They want me.

Thales repeated subconsciously in his heart.

want me.

I!

A few minutes later, Prince Star curled up his mouth and laughed.

Smile very confidently.

Qianzi looked at the prince with this appearance, wondering if he should use the awl in his hand, and urged him again.

"Following you, of course it's fine, but I have a question."

Qianzi raised his eyebrows, expressing his willingness to listen.

Thales said in a deep voice, "You don't care about me, do you?"

What?

Qianzi was slightly taken aback.

"No matter what you want from me, wealth, secrets, bargaining chips, power, hostages or amulets...don't forget, I am the heir to the Star Kingdom first and foremost."

Thales rolled his eyes, and spoke with the most indifferent and alienated attitude he could think of:

"Shadow Shield, you might as well take the king's attitude and perception into consideration. Suppose you are still in that position after today, giving orders to your subordinates. Let's guess. After today, compared to Rumba, Compared with my father, what kind of future will the future Thales I give you?"

Qianzi's expression changed slightly, and his face gradually turned cold.

call.

The prince raised his long sword coldly and pointed at the brazier!

"What kind of future will the entire Star Kingdom give you in the decades to come?"

"If you really valued me, you wouldn't threaten me with the life of a guard," Thales said coldly, "but you still did it, maybe because you don't care."

Qianzi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your Highness, we..."

But Thales spoke very quickly and interrupted him.

Just listen to the prince calmly and steadily:

"There's only one explanation for that."

"Maybe you are not afraid of killing him at all, not afraid of angering me, and not afraid of the possible consequences."

Every word of his made Qianzi's brows more and more wrinkled.

Thales looked at the embarrassed Yoddle from a distance.

However, when he was young, the scene of him hugging his wounded and dying self, shuttled past the rooftops, alleys, and sentry tower walls of Yongxing City appeared in his mind.

He clenched his fist unconsciously.

"Perhaps, being loyal to me and cooperating with me is a lie," Thales said with a sneer, "because when you first came to me under a nice banner, you didn't even intend to let me be in power, you didn't want me to be crowned , become a king to trouble you, right?"

"Maybe, after you took me away and used me, you originally planned to kill me."

Listening to Thales' words, Qianzi's face became even more ugly.

At that moment, Yordle's mask moved slightly, and the reflected fire light flashed on the mirror hole.

"In this way, I have no choice at all," Thales gritted his teeth and raised his sword:

"Once you kill him, it proves your attitude."

"For my future, for my throne, I have no choice but to fight to the death and die with blood."

He looked at each assassin resolutely and coldly:

"Right?"

The dark prison suddenly became very quiet, only the faint sound of fighting came from a distance.

Yoddle struggled again, but the awl of the chisel came up and prevented him from moving.

The brazener stared at Thales.

It was like meeting him for the first time.

A few seconds passed, Qianzi finally took a deep breath, trying to squeeze out a smile:

"Your Highness, we didn't have to make such a scene..."

But Thales interrupted him again.

"But you have a choice."

Unexpectedly, Prince Xingchen, who had looked down on death a moment ago, now smiled: "It was just a hypothesis, brat, a hypothesis once you kill him."

Qianzi frowned again.

"But I guess you are not the kind of person who is willing to go all the way to the black on the old road of Teng, so, if you want to prove your sincerity and prove that you are useful to me, and I don't have to fight my back, then you might as well start from now on." start."

Qianzi stared at him with a frozen expression.

Thales restrained his aggressive expression just now, and raised a finger seriously:

"There's only one way to secure your future."

Thales lowered his sword, stretched out his palm to Yordle, and kept his eyes on the drill:

"And you already know, brat."

Listening to the lines that the prince replied to him, Qianzi also had to frown.

Thales stared at him fixedly.

Yordle's mask was still gray and heavy, and the only mirror hole reflected the faint firelight.

The brazener's face contorted.

"Choose, brat."

At this time, Thales's eyes were piercing, and he deliberately said in a low voice: "You also have two roads in front of you."

He curled the corner of his mouth, lightly brushed the spine of the silver diamond long sword with his left hand, and nudged his chin towards the bound Yordle.

"You want the king's tolerance..."

Thales tied his fingers, and nodded his head calmly:

"Or the king's life?"

At that moment, Qianzi's face turned ashen.

There was a terrible silence in the dark cell, as if people in the distance were separated.

Even the sound of the battle between the Sword of Disaster and the Shield of Shadow has not been heard for a long time.

The gazes of Star Prince and the leader of the assassins met several times in the firelight.

The masked guard lowered his head slowly, motionless.

Finally, Qianzi's expression relaxed completely after struggling for a while.

He forced the corners of his mouth to reveal a unwilling smile.

"Your reputation is well-deserved, Your Highness."

The brazener let out a long sigh, and as if resigned to his fate, he removed the sharp awl from Yordle's throat, and left the side of the masked guard.

At that moment, Thales, who was clutching the long sword tightly, finally let out a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

Only to hear Jianzi put away his weapon, rubbed his chin, and said with deep meaning: "The two of us were pushed to a desperate situation at the same time, and the dilemma of choice was thrown back to me, forcing me to retreat with my hands tied."

"Who taught you this? Hot-blooded and brainless northerners?"

Thales smiled lightly.

"My father."

He lowered his long sword, distracted slightly, and his thoughts returned to the past:

"Six years ago, he used this method to eliminate a blood feud between the stars and the dragon."

The brazener nodded.

But at this moment, Thales only felt his hair stand on end!

His hell senses instantly felt strange.

someone!

At that moment, the prince, who had been through all kinds of dangers, subconsciously turned around and swung his long sword!

The crime of prison river surged, flooding the brain, as if time slowed down in an instant.

"call!"

In the sound of the sleeves being ripped, Thales saw the figure of the attacker clearly in surprise and anger.

assassin.

In that elongated second, Thales saw the situation clearly in shock:

There were three assassins dressed in Shadow Shields, from behind him on the left and right, either wearing gloves or holding blunt weapons, rushing towards him!

On the other side, with a satisfied smile, Qianzi took back a strange soundless bone whistle from his mouth to his bosom.

This is……

Hit east and west.

They were not prepared to capture me alive...

Negotiate with me.

Thales said subconsciously in his heart.

Oops.

The Sin of Prison River surged up at a high speed, filling his hands and legs, and brought his long sword to break through the usual speed, and slashed at the attacker behind him on the left.

But this was already his limit, Thales simply couldn't afford to take care of the other two.

No.

No!

Oops.

That's too late.

At that second, Thales thought blankly.

Learned another lesson.

Don't talk to assassins...

Be reasonable.

His crime of hell and river reached the limit, retreated from the brain, and time seemed to return to normal.

But the stupor Thales expected did not happen.

replaced by

"laugh!"

A monotonous and crisp metal piercing sound suddenly resounded!

Thales was startled.

I saw a weapon coming through the air, flying towards the two assassins he didn't guard against!

The two assassins trembled in the air as if they had been hit head-on by a speeding horse!

"boom!"

The two flew out in opposite directions, and hit the wall one after the other.

Thales looked at the two assassins in surprise: like meat skewers, they were nailed to the wall one after the other by a weapon that pierced through the air, an ordinary long sword that pierced through the chest.

Only twitching.

Qianzi and his companions couldn't react at all, they just stared blankly at the long sword, which seemed to fall from the sky and shot like a javelin, trembling on the wall.

"Step! Step! Step!"

Before Thales had time to think, a strange figure suddenly appeared beside him.

The prince could turn his head, only to see the strange figure stretching its arms, and accurately strangling the throat of the third assassin.

The assassin seemed to be in disbelief, and was still struggling to fight back, but his opponent didn't give him any chance, and he threw a diagonally at the wall next to him!

"Boom!"

There was a heavy muffled sound.

The strange figure withdrew his arm, tightly strangled the assassin, and slammed against the wall again!

"Boom!"

The second muffled sound.

The Assassin's opponent pulled back the Assassin on his arm for the second time, hitting the wall one last time!

"Kara!"

Only a strange, ominous crisp sound was heard.

In the next second, the assassin slipped softly from the opponent's arm and fell to the ground, motionless.

The air returned to calm.

Thales looked around blankly: two assassins were nailed to the wall, moaning in pain, seeing death, and one fell limply to the ground, soundlessly.

From the lightning shot of the long sword to the last assassin falling to the ground, it took only a little more than a second.

The three assassins who were about to attack him had all died.

This is……

"It's really... unfamiliar." The new figure walked up to Thales and complained inarticulately, shaking his left hand desperately.

The prince stared at the man dumbfounded.

Qianzi and the Shadow Assassins also looked at him with unconcealed shock and anger.

This unexpected guest.

Under the faint firelight, a man's figure was reflected.

A very special man.

He was wearing light leather armor that was unique to mercenaries and was slightly worn out, but he was equipped with a full set of weapons:

He holds a long and heavy cross sword in his right hand, a slightly old one-handed axe and a bag of crossbow bolts are tied behind his back, a well-stringed infantry crossbow is hung on his left leg, and a sheathless saber is tied on his right leg. A bloodstained hammer was pinned to the back, and a straight-blade saber with a corner smashed was tied to the side of his waist.

Even in his mouth, he was biting a dagger that was as long as his forearm.

Like a... humanoid arsenal.

Thales thought blankly.

The one who dresses like a mercenary and is the sword of disaster?

No.

Not quite.

The man was not young, and he was not neat.

In fact, his hair was messed up and his ears were tied behind his head with a dirty string. He was sloppy, with a bruised nose and a swollen face. A piece of scalp was missing on his right forehead, and there was still a black frame-like bruise around his left eye. Except for the brand new leather armor, there are tattered clothes, and there are clear bloodstains and wounds in some places, ranging from scratches to bruises, all kinds of different types.

At first glance, there is hardly a good piece of meat.

It was as if he had just come back from being tied to a horse and dragged around in the sand.

But in particular, his chin.

Although he looked dirty and had some hairy hair, the man had shaved his chin clean, leaving only a cyan color in stark contrast to the upper half of his face.

Wait, beard?

Thales suddenly shuddered.

He looked at the man's forehead and was shocked!

as expected.

There is a ferocious and terrifying bloody brand.

An ancient imperial alphabet.

Thales stared blankly at the man beside him, watched him take the dagger out of his mouth, watched him arch his back and swing his upper arms with a grin.

Like a war horse that has not been released for a long time, its joints are moving.

It's him.

Thales thought blankly.

Although I can't recognize it for a while after I shaved my beard, but...

It's him.

"The action is beautiful."

The punishment knight, Sackel stood beside Thales with a flat expression.

He narrowed his left eye with black eyes slightly, scanned the shadow assassins in front of him, and said coldly to the prince in his unique dry voice:

"It's stupid to be distracted."

There was another silence around.

At that moment, Thales stared dumbfounded at Sackel who had changed his description and equipment.

On the other side, Qianzi also looked at his fallen subordinate in disbelief.

Even Yoddle, who was tightly trapped, trembled slightly.

"What's your background?"

The brazener put away his shock and became extremely vigilant, looking at Sackel tensely, signaling to the assassins to trap Yordle tighter.

This man... gave him a bad feeling.

Sackel snorted coldly, seemed not interested in paying attention to him, just stared at the captured Yordle, shaking his head slowly.

"Where's our sentinel?" Qianzi asked cautiously, examining the newcomer.

Saker frowned slightly.

Sentry?

"I haven't met." Sackel shook his head and muttered.

Well, on the way here, except for some blind Sackel hiding in the dark, after thinking about it, it seems that he has never encountered a normal sentry.

for example……

Glacier Watch is a tough character.

Thinking of the unpleasant past, Sackel frowned severely.

Beside him, Thales took a long, deep breath.

"You, are you still alive?"

Thales couldn't believe his eyes, he looked Sackel up and down, and asked stiffly and awkwardly.

"Um."

Sackel still had dim eyes, seemed to be lacking in concentration, and snorted like a sleepy patient to show his answer.

Thales blinked in surprise: "Where are those enemies?"

What about those... who besieged you?

Sackel rubbed his eyes, and seemed a little uncomfortable with the light source.

"Run away." He replied dully.

Prince Xingchen rolled his eyes in confusion: "Run away?"

"They just ran away?"

How can it be?

Eighteen Disaster Swords just... let you go?

Thales couldn't understand.

Sakel pulled his mercenary leather armor, shaking his shoulders in extreme discomfort.

That's right, ran away.

The punishment knight who was released from prison silently recalled the battle just now:

Those sword sellers, how many of them ran away?

Sackel scratched his head.

Two, or three? Maybe four?

Alas, can't remember.

Thinking of this, Sackel exhaled unhappily, beat his forehead in pain, and felt sadly:

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