Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 233 The Battle of the Grand Dukes

The four great men looked at Lombard differently: Åre frowned and looked suspicious, and Tluedida looked sideways and looked suspiciously. Leko’s eyes were motionless, as if they were in the same place, Ronnie Tightly clenching his fists, his eyes are disdainful.

After a long while, Oleux Dagong whispered to everyone’s voice: "Are you crazy?"

Hey.

Six large braziers, mixed with other fuels such as Eternal Oil and Firewood, are burning more vigorously.

At this moment, the half body of the black sand Dagong is hidden in the darkness, and the half body reflects the fire in the hall.

Rumba turned and looked at the empty theme in the rectangular table, and his thoughts were fretting.

When I was young, the scene of playing here with Harold seemed to reappear.

He unconsciously pressed the sword on his waist.

"Who knows," Lombard looked pale and indifferent: "Probably."

Ole's expression became more and more confused, and his brow began to tremble.

At this time, I looked at Lludida of Lombard and blinked.

Other Dagongs look at him.

"Dragon City, Hahaha... Long Yucheng," Tluedida's right hand frame is on the left arm of the cross, against the chin, the shoulders are shaking with laughter, and the handle is embroidered on the chest. The four-edged sword also swayed up and down: "Put up?"

The rebuilt tower Dagong laughed a few times, just like he had just heard a good joke.

Apparently, his sense of humour did not infect the other four: they all looked at Tluedida quietly, with a cold expression.

"Sorry... haha..."

"Forgive my gaffe, everyone." Grandpa Tuludad shook his head and shook his head. His right hand was still on his left arm and he swayed at the big man.

But there is no apology in the words.

"Sitting in the position of Dagong, I don't often hear such amazing words," the smile of Grand Duke Luda is slowly receding, but the smile still remains on his face, with a deep eye:

"Especially from another big man."

Rumba looked at him, snoring and unpredictable.

"Very good," said Willan’s Oller, who was coldly interjected: "We took the vast land of Longyan City and countless people, and we ate enough..."

"Then, let's just let go of your things, right?" He thought thoughtfully, but his eyes were getting worse:

“Like a good business?”

"The king's territory, exchange the king's life?"

Rumba didn't look at him, just looking at the air, silently said: "Don't over-interpret what I mean, Ruby-nour - you have been biased against me since young."

Oller repaired a grin and his face was ugly.

The only sitting Leko Dagong sighed long.

"Ignore the assassination of Nun, ignoring someone's jealousy and betrayal?" The oldest grandfather shook his head and his face was rare and serious: "This is not a good proposal."

Rumba looked at Lecco and his eyes were sharp.

"I am convinced that this is a good proposal, Rogers, the respected elders," he said with respect and respect: "Dragonfly City is in the heart of Exeter. It has countless resources, rich resources, vast territory and fertile land. There are many people."

Rumba’s eyes moved slightly: “There is a natural suppression advantage for other territories.”

"In the days of Nunn's administration, you also suffered from it. The army crossed the border, set up the card, cut off the supply, saved the grain, immigrated, opened up the wasteland... He had a pattern to deal with us."

Grand Lecco sighed and looked confused.

"So, solve Longyan City," Lombard extended his right hand and looked around the Grand Dukes. He slowly made a fist: "This is to make the shackles named Walton no longer exist. It is for the sake of understanding." You."

He glanced at the other four.

But other big men are not moving.

Only Ronnie’s grandfather lifted his chin slightly, first revealing a smiley smile, then his eyes turned cold.

"It's fun..." He sighed.

"After you have done this, after you shamelessly kill the monarch, after you bring troops into the Palace of the Spirit," Ronnie’s voice gradually revealed a repressed anger: "I actually want to use the first king." Benefits and territories, in exchange for our understanding, in exchange for our complicity?"

"I still say so loudly..."

"It seems that you are standing on our side and have to do this for us."

In the face of Rumba, Danny Ronnie snorted coldly: "Go to yours, Rumba."

Lombard looked back at him with a blank expression.

Curry Kun Ronnie of Qiyuan City - Although it is as rumored to be bold and uncompromising, it is the first time to see it.

Maybe it will be a problem.

Grandpa Lombard closed his eyes and slowly opened.

"I must reiterate that although I have a misunderstanding and even hatred with Mr. Nuen," he slowly said: "But the whole tragedy of last night?"

"It's all the plans of the stars - you have heard of the secrets, and some people may have seen them."

"The reason why I am here is to save ourselves before the trauma they left for the Dragon Kingdom."

Oller interrupted him unceremoniously.

"So what is this?" Weilan's grandfather scorned Lombard and looked ugly: "Find enough price, then buy us to endorse for you?"

"That said, you put this hall of glory..." "Aussie's volume suddenly increased, and his face was angry: "When it is a market that people are calling to bargain, bargaining?" ”

"Don't tarnish our dignity, Grand Duke."

Lecco stood by and watched the conversations of several people.

Rumba's face sank, he bowed slightly and exhaled slowly.

"So, this price, you don't accept it?" His voice was a bit low: "The same thing happened once again - three hundred years ago, without Sarah Regency, Walton had long lost his life because of the lord's death. The rule of Yucheng."

"That means."

"This is a rare opportunity for you to meet in three hundred years..."

When I heard this, Ronnie couldn’t stand it anymore. He yelled at the table:

"This is impossible!"

With a look of offensive expression, he sighed with anger: "You want us to be self-deprecating, to accomplice with the monarchs, to cover up and tolerate the evil that you should have committed, the consequences of your stay?"

"You are insulting us and are also insulting Exeter!"

Tluedida laughed.

"Cut up the Dragon City? God, I can really hear this in my lifetime - just in the day when Pharaoh is gone." He was gloomy and a pair of small eyes looking back and forth.

"But it can't be the reason we wipe your **** for you," said Dr. Tluedida, taking his eyes back from Rumba and smiling with a smile: "It's not a good way to bargain."

Rumba looked back at the rebuilt tower, and turned his look:

"Is it?"

"Trudeda, no matter how you go to the mountains of sighs, the barren rebuilding tower will always lack a new arable land," Lombard turned and faced Tluedida, and the latter gave the latter a slight glimpse. "But if you have two or even three counties in the southeast of Longyan City, you don't have to talk to the barbarians in the mountains and the snakes. You don't have to worry about every cold weather."

Tluedida narrowed his eyes.

"Do you mean two enclaves that are not bordered by my land?" The embarrassed tycoon sneered: "Who is better for whom?"

Lombard curled up his mouth.

"Since you said this," the black sand singer said that the chilling words of the singer: "The peony of the city has just passed away - and his territory is too close to the city of Longyan."

The eyes of the four Dagong are slightly moving.

"I thought that his younger brother was not enough to take on the responsibility." Rumba said coldly: "It just happens to solve the problem of rebuilding the tower. Of course, in this case, the division of Longyan City will be said separately. , Qiyuan City and Weilan collar can be divided more."

Tluedida stunned, and he stared at Lombard as if he had known him for the first time.

When Ronnie heard this, his expression was terrible and he said: "Damn!"

Hey, hey, hey.

Lecco’s public fingers slammed the table and his eyes were subtle.

"From the past, Chaman, who was in a daze with his brother, to the savage black sand dude..." His voice was long and calm: "I used to look down on you - the old guy chose you instead of the public." Harold seems to have a reason."

Rumba's pupils are slightly tight.

The scene of his twelfth year was once again in front of his eyes.

Harold.

His brother.

He ordered the seal of the king.

He seemed to see the other person lying on the ground, coughing blood with pain, and crying at himself, revealing his last smile.

Chaman.

remember.

We will never give in.

Rumba's eyes solidified in the void.

The boss who only listened to the bald sighed: "The ambition is really big. Do you want to swallow the two big public leaders in the center?"

My ambition?

Do not.

Rumba silently said.

My ambition, you can't carry it.

Tlueda’s eyes turned.

"It is as if the aristocrats and other grand princes in these fiefs are dead," re-created the tower Dagon seems to be mocking: "There is definitely a bad mood in the city of Elk City - the city is closer to the goatee, isn't it?"

Rumba brings his attention back to reality.

"Gadro's grandfather didn't come, it was his loss," Chaman Rumba said, as if he was seriously discussing: "But if you are worried, then we can talk to him about conditions - we can all achieve a good result." ""

Tluedida laughed and his intentions were difficult to discern.

Hey, hey.

Oller took two palms.

"You are really enough," said the bearded man with a cold voice: "Remember your identity?"

Rumba has a look.

"I know that the land that Weilan is leading is not lacking. The reputation of the Aurelius family in the hearts of the people of the North is also very small." The black sand nodded and said to Olsiu, "But if you accept this condition, you will save. Because of the border guards of the Great Needle Forest, it was carefully guarded between the King’s urging warrant and the Star Watching City’s whistle.”

"And you, Ronnie, who is just right." Lombard looked at the long-haired praying city guest.

"The city of Qiyuan has these new people - the best source of recruitment in the world, and 80% of the people can bring their own full set of arms, so that when you face the turmoil in the desert and the golden corridor again, you will be fully emboldened. At least not so nervous, like an enemy."

Ronnie didn't say a word, just looked at him coldly.

"As for defending the city," Rumba turned to Lecco, whose face was wrinkled and wrinkled: "The rich mine in the north of Longyan City... It is a must to add a large territory with rich and concentrated deposits."

"Next time, the Grand Duke of Hughes - or the new king will force you to mobilize and fill the glacier defense line, you can throw a lot of gold coins to shut them up."

Lecco Grand Duke is undecided.

"Enough," Oleux Duke interrupted Lombard's one-man show. He shook his head: "Don't test our patience, we are not coming to chat with you."

"You should be glad that we are still willing to listen to you nonsense here." Ronnie added unceremoniously.

"But you don't seem to know what you are facing," said Long Hair's Grandfather:

"You, you are our biggest problem!"

"Zhao Jun's Chaman... At least there is Chaman who is suspected of being a monk?"

Lombard frowned slightly, and he looked around at the expressions of the other three grand princes.

None of them objected to Ronnie’s words—even the least tempted Tulida.

Lombard sighed in the bottom of his heart.

"You just can't understand, right?" He closed his right hand and closed his eyebrows. It seems to be very tired.

"Even if I am so sincere, so sincerely give my proposal?" Rumba opened his eyes, he raised his eyebrows and suddenly raised the volume: "Even if these conditions are actually good for you?"

"Get it!" Olsson interrupted him loudly.

"The first morning after the death of the king," said the beard of the beard. "The five grand princes are so clever, and they are told to say: Sorry, Long Yucheng is no longer the territory of Walton, and you are now Belong to us, pay taxes to us and accept our call?"

Aside, Tluedida’s yin and yang whispered, and Ronnie clasped his arms, seemingly suppressing anger.

"If you don't think of the four of us as fools..." Auxerre condensed his eyes and continued:

"It must be that the aristocrats of Longyan City are treated as scorpions, and the people of Longyan City are regarded as fools!"

Rumba looked at him silently.

"Even if you look down on the ignorant civilians, the counties of Longyan City are not good." The onlookers of Tluedida sighed:

"They are Northerners, they are only loyal to Walton."

"Cut up the Dragon City? This will only be a joke."

Rebuilding the tower, Dagong shook his head and spread his hands: "Without that surname, we can never rule this land."

"Take a piece of sweet cheese that we can't eat at all to bribe us and cover up your dirty things?"

Tlueda’s eyes turned and smiled: “At this point, you can’t convince us.”

Rumba frowned.

Ronnie Dae in front of him snorted heavily.

"And the whole Exeter, what do you think they will look at us?" Leko's grandfather spoke slowly, and occasionally passed through the light: "The five grand princes, after conspiring to kill the monarch, divided his territory. ?"

Lecco shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Ronnie stepped forward, and he narrowed his eyes, almost rudely facing the face of Rumba: "Maybe you can shameless, both pro and gay."

Rumba's face changed.

"I am still very proud and even proud of it..."

"But remember, we are from Northland, the Exeter," prayed the city grandly and coldly. "We have our own dignity and pride, if you really are 'for the future of Exeter '..."

Ronnie frowned, as if he was disgusting: "Don't talk like a Commas, it makes me sick."

Rumba closed his eyes and he turned and walked a few steps, his chest ups and downs.

He is depressed.

Repress yourself more and more impatient anger.

Even if he has done a rehearsal for thousands of times, he has expected the reaction of the Grand Dukes.

but……

enough.

Rumba blinked sharply.

Dagong?

These short-sighted, stupid locusts are behind them.

I think that I am noble and proud.

No awareness of the imminent crisis.

Turn a blind eye to the most terrible threats.

They never realized that the real existence of the horrible existence of their survival is in the end.

One day...

Rumba suddenly turned back, and his expression was firm and decided.

It seems like a decision has been made.

The nerves of the four great fathers could not help but be slightly tight.

But Lombard did not make anything to smash the board.

"I understand," he breathed a sigh of relief in a few seconds, and his expression returned to calm: "You mean."

The four big men exchanged a few eyes.

"First of all, do you think that we can't have no hidden dangers and successfully win the Longyan City?"

Tluedida snorted and the others were undecided.

"Secondly," Lombard continued: "According to Ronnie, as an Exeter - do you have your own creed?"

Ronnie was fierce and made a bite to him, his eyes were thick and disdainful.

Lombard took a deep breath and looked like an iron, perseveringly sweeping through every Exeter.

At that moment, Rumba remembered twelve years ago.

At that time myself.

That young man, but already ashamed of his heart, tasted the vicissitudes of himself, the little count who did not know where to go.

The black sand collar heir - this nightmare title.

At that time, he was also like this, with great perseverance and determination, standing in the revival palace of the Star Kingdom, standing in the hall of the stars, facing the star-studded people who were not well-sighted.

Facing the dying old man, the meaning of the eyes is a star-studded king of the stars, Eddie Comet.

Facing the murderous sword of retrospective, the **** debt of the star butcher, Horace comet.

Facing the eldest son of Wang sitting under the king.

The Mideel comet, who always smiles, has a modest tone, and is unconsciously calm.

and also.

Rumba clenched his fists.

There is also the woman sitting next to King Eddie.

That woman.

Rumba can't remember her face.

I don't know why, when I think of a woman who is stable and angry, and her expression is light, the feeling of Rumba is like that of the year - it is still a shock.

He knows: It is tension from the heart.

And fear.

Rumba exhaled this breath and his eyes re-aggregated.

"If this is your worry," he said faintly to the four: "I can solve it."

"Dragon City, and even Zhaozhao City," Rumba's voice carries a heavy nasal voice: "We can all take it without suffering, and calmly and calmly."

(End of this chapter)