Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 271 The Crown of Blood

Many people frowned.

The breathing of the White Blade Guard and the court guards gradually increased, and even clenched their fists.

In response, the black sand collar warriors have pressed their soldiers and exposed the cold light to show the warning.

The two men and women were again arrogant and nervous, and the atmosphere in the field was very depressed.

As a party, no matter whether Lombard or the rest of the Grand Dukes are as stable as they are, they have never seen this scary scene.

Only people like Nicholas and Tulleha constantly use their eyes to warn their subordinates.

“It’s really full of Northland features.”

"In the hallway outside the hall, there are not enough aristocrats to watch the ceremony, no foreign guests are invited, only two soldiers who want to kill each other, and conspirators who are ill-intentioned," Poutley sighed in the remote corner. Tyre's ear said: "This is probably what I have seen in my life..."

“The most simple and simple, the most urgent and time-saving, but also the most thrilling coronation.”

Tyres frowned.

"You can't say that."

"There are six grand princes present, as well as our 'foreign guests'."

"As for the most simple and simple, the most urgent and time-saving, the most thrilling?" The prince repeated the words of the deputy, remembering everything today, can not help but shook his head: "Well, I suspect that no one can break this record."

Fortunately, the conflict that many people are worried about has not happened.

Rumba stood in front of the Holm's great sacrifice and nodded slightly toward the main sacrifice.

The voice of the Lord's sacrifice without emotions sounded again in everyone's ear: "I, Jewel Holm of the Temple of the Moon, in this generation of the Holy Spirit, ask questions after the Dragon, and serve as the first king!"

Everyone is suddenly serious.

Even Tyres is no exception—because he has met the singularity of the spokesperson of the gods several times, he is even more embarrassed than others.

"As the leader of the black sand collar, one of the ten grand princes of the glorious and majestic Exeter, the elected one at the king's meeting," the voice of the great sacrifice, but unmistakably came: "Chaman Shuttle Lun Holt Rumba."

The sound is solemn and the eyes are solemn.

Lombard looked seriously at the eyes on her veil.

Just listen to the Holm main sacrifice and say: "Would you like it, swear by honor and life..."

All the northern people hold the heart in unison, and the look is respectful and solemn.

When Tyres looked around and wondered if he wanted to learn, Putile dismissed his thoughts with his head.

The words of the Lord's sacrifice are solemn and steady, but they are filled with indescribable power, and they are struck in every heart: "As a Northlander, bear this heavy responsibility, as the king of the whole country, rely on your wisdom and chest, based on The forefront of the kingdom."

"Swear to defend Dexter and the North."

"Standing on the glorious and noble spirit of the kingdom, it will not be buried."

"Ensuring that the vassals have legitimate and natural rights and are not violated."

"Maintain the safety of life and property of the people of the Northland without being damaged."

"From now on, until the end of your life?"

The voice of the Lord's sacrifice fell.

All the northerners held their breath and turned their eyes to the uncle who was undressed.

Lombard took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

I don't know what to think about.

At that moment, Tyres, who listened to the oath, suddenly remembered the ideal and desire of the black sand grandfather.

He didn't give up - looking at the expression of Dagong, Tells said to himself with certainty.

Even if there are more restrictions, hindering the big, and the road ahead is difficult, he will be consistent, no regrets.

For his Exeter.

In the next second, Lombard blinked and looked like iron!

Dagong suddenly held the palm of his hand and held it with his fist.

"I," said the black sand tycoon with a strong voice and a strong expression: "Chaman Solon Holt Rumba from the Lombard family."

"I am willing to swear by my honor and my life."

He spoke openly, one word at a time, shocking people:

"As a Northernlander, I will bear this heavy responsibility. As the king of the whole country, I rely on my wisdom and my mind to stand at the forefront of the kingdom."

Tyres quietly listened to his vows, slightly frowning, and Selma looked nervously at Rumba, motionless.

"I will swear to defend Exeter and the North."

Oleux Dagong clenched his fists subconsciously.

"I will stick to the glorious and noble spirit of the kingdom and will not be buried."

Ronnie Dad gnashed his teeth.

"I will ensure that the vassals have legitimate and natural rights and will not be violated."

Lecco Grand Duke sighed.

"I will safeguard the safety of life and property of the people of the North, and will not be harmed."

Grand Duke Luda turned his eyes, thoughtful.

"From this moment on until the end of my life."

After finishing the last word, Rumba looked up and looked around the audience.

Like a lion in a lion group.

He looked at him and everyone looked away from it.

When his eyes swept to Tyres, I wondered if the illusion was that the prince only felt that Dagong’s eyes were slightly different.

The Holm's main sacrifice was slightly dagger, and she turned again and faced several big men.

"As one of the ten grand princes of the glorious and majestic Exeter, the election of the king will be..."

In alphabetical order, the main sacred sings out the names of everyone, so that all the lords are in perfection:

"Weilan led the Grand Duke, Rebie Ole Xiu..."

"Grand Supreme City, Rogers Lecco..."

"Pray City Grand Duke, Curry Kun Ronnie..."

"Recreating the tower, Davis, Passus Tluedida..."

In the eyes of the public, the main sacrifice of Holm turned to the last candidate.

The little girl wearing glasses wanted to grieve her mouth, but she finally squeezed her fists and stood up with a small chest, stiff but resolutely bearing everyone's gaze.

Rumba looked at the girl from afar and couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

In the next second, the main sacrifice whispered a title that never appeared in more than six hundred years:

"Dragon City Female Grand Duke."

"Selma Walton."

There was still a small commotion in the crowd.

However, the comet and the fire knight went to the crowd and forced their dissent with murderous eyes.

"You, are you willing to swear by honor and life..."

"As a Northlander, accept this oath, as the vassal of the king, give your sword and shield, standing on the side of the king..."

"Swear to defend Dexter and the North."

"Standing on the glorious and noble spirit of the kingdom, it will not be buried."

"Ensuring that the vassals have legitimate and natural rights and are not violated."

"Maintain the safety of life and property of the people of the Northland without being damaged."

"From this moment on, until the end of your life?"

In his heart, Thales chewed the oath of the Grand Duke and suddenly found that it was the same as the King's oath except for the first sentence.

This made him suddenly realize that the co-administration vows—at least the ones who started to formulate it—are not the relationship between the king and the vassals.

It is the sacred contract of the rulers and the land.

"I am willing to take my honor and life," Oller repaired a little, frowning, and then spoke: "Swear."

"I am willing to swear by my honor and my life." Grandpa Lecco looked calm, as if this was just a small spray in his life.

"I am willing to swear by my honor and life." Ronnie's big brother bit his word, his face was not hesitant, but he still suppressed his anger and finished speaking.

"I am willing to take my honor and," Tluedida seems to be a lot easier. He blinked and glanced at the circle of colleagues, which was so eager to say: "Swear with my life."

"I wish, I am willing to swear by my honor and life." Selma, who had a kind of learning, began to stutter, which made Taylors worry about her, but the girl fluently said the oath.

Thinking of what he said to the girl and the agreement, Taylors sighed silently in the bottom of his heart.

"As a Northernlander, I will accept this oath, as the vassal of the king, give my sword and shield, and stand on the side of the king..." The four grand princes and one female grandfather’s right hand pressed the chest, though The expressions were different but they still recounted the vows just now.

Everyone is nervous and waiting for the reaction of the Lord's sacrifice.

After a few seconds, the Great Lord sacrificed slightly.

She turned and stood beside Lumba, facing everyone.

Tulha’s tall body crossed the crowd and came to the side of the main sacrifice.

He is very respectful and holds one thing with both hands.

Everyone's eyes are focused on that thing, and they are all together!

Tyres stared at Tulha's hand.

He recognized it.

It was a hollow iron crown, dark golden color, looking unremarkable and even plain and shabby, only the position of the forehead was inlaid with a crimson gem.

That was the crown worn by King Nunn before his death.

and many more.

Tyres was slightly surprised and his eyes focused on the ruby ​​ruby, only to be familiar.

Nicholas in the crowd snorted, and in the gaze of the Viscounts of Canbida, he stepped forward and took off the blade of the soul behind him, standing side by side with the Knights of Fire.

The two men in the Five World Wars looked at each other at the same time, and the air seemed to flash through the electric light.

Holm’s main sacrifice nodded slightly, and she reached for the crown of Tulha’s hand and turned to look at Lombard.

The Grand Duke also looked at him differently.

Lombard took a deep breath and faced the outside of the Palace of the Spirit, kneeling down on one knee.

The eyes are tough.

Tyres took a deep breath and he couldn't help but notice that the side of the crown on the main sacrifice had a trace of black irregularity.

Tyres has a heart.

It was the blood stained when King Nunn was stabbed. After a few hours, it was dry and could not be wiped.

Under the gaze of everyone, the Great Lord's Sacrifice holds the crown:

"According to this, in the name of Haoyue, I carry the light of the Holy Day of Errol, and the effect of the ruling of the rule of Nakaru..."

The main sacrifice of Holme moved gently, and walked to the front of Rumba, and took out the **** crown: "Take you, the black sand collar Dagong, the descendant of the uprising Wang Kuisuo Rumba, Chaman Rumba..."

"To be the first Chaman in the king's pedigree..."

"The king of the dragon ride and the successor of the hero Nakaru."

"The co-owners of the northern land of the Western continent."

"The alerter of the glacier defense line."

"The defenders of the northern humans."

Every time a title is spoken, the Northland people present will be solemn.

"The Kingdom of Exeter and the Quebec Glacier," finally, the Great Sacrifice said four words in the usual way, wearing the crown gently on the head of Rumba, saying the last and most Important title:

"The forty-sixth is a king."

Everyone is staring at this scene.

The man under the crown slowly raised his head.

The Lord's Lord's sacrifice took over the blade of the Broken Soul in Nie Lai's hand and handed him: "As a symbol of the king's authority and status, I hope that the dragon's scale will remind you of your identity, and the Blade of Broken Spirit will alert you to your duties."

"Yueyue witnessed here, and hope that the light of Errol will cherish Exter."

The main priest of Holm performed a ritual of the goddess of the moon, and gently retreated: "Chaman."

Ever since, in the most oppressive and most solemn atmosphere, Exeter's new king, Chaman I, slammed the crown of blood with his head, and he took the blade of the soul and slowly stood up.

His sharp eyes like a blade swept the audience again, and it was even more powerful under the crown.

It is like a dragon that slowly wakes up from a long-sleeved cave and opens its eyes.

This thought flashed through the heart of Tells and shocked himself.

King Chaman turned his eyes and looked at the four grand princes and a female grandfather.

With a variety of expressions, starting from Leko's Grand Duke, the Grand Dukes bowed down and bowed their heads.

At the same time, Viscount Canbida looked around and spoke in due course.

"The old king is already..."

He leaned slowly, kneeling down on one knee, solemnly screaming: "Long live my king!"

"Long live King Chaman!"

The voice echoed in the court.

In the next second, headed by Tulha, the black sand collar soldiers in the corridor kneel down on one knee, press the chest with their right hand, and bow down deeply!

In the Palace of the Spirit, suddenly there were numerous irons and neat roars of the warriors:

"Long live my king!"

"Long live King Chaman!"

In the shouts over and over again, other people who are willing or reluctant, such as Nilai Lai, Justin, Myrk, the Whiteblade Guard and the Grand Dukes, have to kneel down and salute the new king.

And King Chaman was just standing coldly in the center of the crowd, his face unchanged, listening to their call sign.

"Long live my king!"

"Long live King Chaman!"

Among the people in the ceremony, the four great men were the most stand out – they just pressed their chests and bent slightly.

"No, my lady," Count Count Brisbane showed the grandmother of Walton, who was going to kneel down, and his face was serious and his tone was fierce: "Know: you are not us, you just need to be jealous."

"As a grandfather who also ruled the North, you will never have to bow to the king."

Selma looked at him dumbly, nodded, and then learned the way of the Grand Dukes and bowed to King Chaman.

They are not the only special people - in the corner of the corridor, the stars are standing on the wall with their faces in the same place, looking at the Northland people around the knees in a complex mood, watching this special Coronation.

"Tell me, my prince," Putilai looked at the mighty King Chaman, and sighed slightly: "When you first saw him, did you imagine this scene?"

"No." The prince replied without hesitation.

"But, when he was captured by him for the second time," in the shouting of the eardrum, Tyres's eyes stopped on King Chaman, and frowned slightly: "I suddenly thought..."

"Maybe this man."

Taylors remembered that the Daman’s King Chaman was standing outside the carriage, with the anger and majesty, the scene of the “taw” of the Shadow Shield.

"This face is like a man with a burning flame in his face."

The prince lost his heart: "It is the best king for Exeter."

Putilai narrowed his eyes.

"It's a pity." The deputy faint.

"Yeah," Tyres nodded in a complicated mood: "I started to regret it."

At this time, in the salute and shouts of the crowd, King Chaman’s eyes suddenly swept to him!

Terrified Tyres.

King Chaman slowly raised his left hand.

Someone noticed the gesture of the new king, and gradually stopped shouting and saluting, and got up one after another.

After a dozen seconds, the corridor was quiet again.

Chaman I looked around the audience and said coldly: "As your new king, I am going to issue the first order here."

Taylor was shocked: no.

The first second to become a king, what does he want to do?

But the eyes of other Dagong are very calm and their expressions are light, as if they were expected.

Only Selma looked at Taylors with concern - this made the prince feel awkward.

The audience was awe-inspiring, waiting for the words of the king.

I saw the new king of Exeter, Chaman I slowly turned to the corner of the stars, cold channel: "In the name of Exeter, the king, I am here to invite..."

"The second prince of the prestigious Star Kingdom, Tells Comet, as a witness to the friendship and relationship between the two countries, has lived in Longyan City since then."

At that moment, Tyres’s heart was like a thunder!

The people of the stars were shocked to see King Chaman and look at the prince.

Long live...

Dragon City?

"And he will accept this kind of goodwill proposal," just as Tels is about to subconsciously open, King Chaman is undoubtedly: "Cohabiting the people of Exeter with the North, a total of ice and snow."

"Until this honorable prince..."

That second, Chaman Rumba looked at Tyres’ eyes:

"Coronation is king."

Taylors stared at the indifferent King Chaman.

The mood is chaotic.

After a few seconds, the prince unconsciously lowered his head and sighed a little.

(End of this chapter)