Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 482 Imprisonment

The fire in the blade camp was small, but the black smoke continued.

The subordinates of the Wings of the Legend stood in a battle, looking puzzled at the group of gorging prisoners, while the mercenaries were carefully standing further afield.

"what happened?"

Tarding died in his mouth with a piece of dry food, and even drinking water could not be taken care of:

"Is this... a farewell meal?"

He ate and ate, and took a look down the dunes in the distance:

That is three figures of two big and one small.

The first two stood very stiff, and the small figure sat cross-legged on the ground and gorged.

Beletti, shaking her head, shook her head and continued to bury her head.

"What is the relationship?"

Little Barney grabbed a piece of hard bread and looked thoughtful:

"I can't think of anything worse than today."

Sakuel sat far away from them. He chewed the dried meat in his mouth and stared at the three people in the distance.

"If I want to... enter... the bones of the bones..."

On the side of the fast rope, I screamed and burst into tears:

"At least not, oh... can you take a bite out of your meat, thank you... oh, I mean don't stay... grass, not good... don't leave regrets, hehe..."

His sincere cry made everyone frown.

At this time, Little Barney put down the bread in his hand and opened his mouth.

"Why are you coming back?"

Everyone in the Royal Guards froze, leaving only one person to eat Haisai.

Little Barney looked up and looked at the penalty knight.

"You don't think that if you have turned over a few people together, can we go back to the past?"

Pioneer officials are burning:

"Do you think everything can be like before? Brotherhood? With robe?"

Belletti patted Little Barney's shoulder in a dilemma.

The latter snorted.

Sackel didn't talk, he just stared at the distance and the wound on his face and shoulders was clearly identifiable.

"So how are you," Barney sneered:

"I still want to kill the prince?"

The penalty knight trembled slightly.

"And you are still not ready to tell us, even if we already know his secret?"

Beletti on the side sighed and advised:

"Bani."

Saciel was silent, and the guards were silent.

Only when a fast-rope person swallowed his food without heart and sneaked into the food of the people around him, he was beaten back by Tarding.

"Bani," finally, the penalty knight looked up and looked at him:

"Don't ask."

A little bit of a small bunny, then bite his teeth:

"You are mixed..."

But he was interrupted.

"Do you know that there has been a scourge in this world, it is invisible, but endless - because it lives in everyone's mind."

At that moment, everyone, including the fast rope, was stunned.

"The wise prince of Tomond, the brave martial arts hero, Nakaru, is helpless."

The penalty knight looks to the void, with an unquestionable deep cold in his tone:

"Some things... the less people know."

"The star kingdom is safer."

His voice fell.

Leave a silence that has been long gone.

With endless sands.

However, in the distance, the three people under the dunes are far from such an atmosphere.

When Tyres worked hard to tear the fifth piece of meat, he could even feel it. The two pairs of eyes on the top of his head gave off a sharp chill.

Forcing him not to swallow the water.

The prince wiped his mouth with his sleeves without any image. On the way, he encountered a swollen part of the fast rope and could not help but lick his teeth.

The Wings of Legends and the mercenary leader stood in front of him and watched him eat, one carrying his hands and the other standing on his arms.

The two looked at each other and their eyes became more and more impatient.

Tyres had a full stomach and opened his mouth before being torn into pieces by their eyes:

"key."

This word makes both Roman and Ricky a glimpse.

"What?" Ricky wondered.

Tyres’s next words made Ricky’s face change:

"The key to open the black prison, and even open the exit."

"If I remember correctly, you said to the brazier before, you just found another key outside the camp?"

The prince noticed the gradual face of the two:

"But when you tell me, fate is a bigger prison, and you have the only key to open the prison..."

Thales narrowed his eyes and pointed to the legendary wing that looked more and more ugly:

“I can’t help thinking: If the ‘key’ is really only one?”

At that moment, it was as if someone had hammered a hammer into the air.

Ricky's brow wrinkled.

The wing of the legend stood still, motionless.

Tyres made another call:

"Oh, eat too much, sorry - then I followed this clue and pushed back and recalled everything that happened."

The juvenile's fingers slowly shifted, pointing to the exit of the bones that had already been closed.

Tyres shines;

"Guess what? All the shackles are connected one by one."

The prince smiled, and the tone was a bit relaxed and dramatic, but obviously neither of them had any sense of humor.

They just stared at Taylors coldly.

I can see that the mood is quite bad.

Tyres glanced around and slammed the smile of no one, and snorted twice.

"Ricky, after you got out of jail, don't rush to escape, but still leisurely waiting for the so-called "time"?"

The face of the mercenary leader is getting worse.

"And it should have been with the light cavalry to search my Williams in the desert, just right here?"

The wings of the legend in front of him are getting darker.

Buters can make persistent efforts, one after the other against the two:

"After Williams appeared, even if he didn't even care about my existence, he just concealed but eagerly grabbed you and asked ‘task’ how? What is ‘accident’?”

The teenager looks at Ricky again and looks good:

"In front of the overwhelming cavalry army, you unconsciously take me as a 'hostage' chip, arrogantly threatening the famous wing of the legend - perhaps because you are not threatening him, but Handing over the task to the employer?"

Tyres took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes:

"And just now, I specifically asked the two of you to mention the crucifixion."

Roman and Ricky are all in one, remembering the things that have just happened.

Tyres sighed:

"Williams, you are indifferent to the fact that his prisoner with black prison appears here, and why the black prison is being attacked and turned away."

"Ricky, you don't have to worry about the same branded Semir - as if you have confidence that even if Semir's identity is exposed, there is a way to get out."

"And you seem to have forgotten the exit we just got out, the **** bones of the prison?"

"Look?"

Tyres raised the dried meat in his hand and bit it into his mouth:

"Too many doubts, too many flaws, so things get very clear."

At first, Roman and Ricky exchanged their eyes, exchanged dissatisfaction and anger, and even opened their mouths.

But with the words of Taylors growing more and more, the rationale is more fulfilling, they are no longer looking at each other, just staring at the ground.

Tyres pointed to Ricky with the tip of the bitten meat, and pointed to Roman:

"You two are colluding from start to finish - starting with the key to getting into the black prison without any obstacles, until he stands here and watching the blade camp burn."

Tyres said a long list, looking at the opposite face of the two petrified expressions, finally nodded with satisfaction, grabbed a water bag and took a sip.

The two are silent.

Time seems to have passed centuries.

Finally, the wing of the legend closed his eyes and sighed.

He reached out to Ricky and flattened his palm.

On the other hand, the leader of the Sword of Disasters looked at the boy unwillingly, with a look of a bowel movement, and took out the crystal green square strip that Taylors was familiar with.

key.

Tyres smiled.

"You don't want to come out of the Renaissance Palace," Romans took the key to the black prison from Ricky coldly:

"Innate blackmail."

Tyres raised his eyebrows and bit the last bite into his mouth.

"No, this is just a simple observation and reasoning," he said vaguely:

"I think, as long as it is a normal person, you can see it."

This made Roman's expression even more ugly.

Ricky on the side sighed long.

"key?"

He smiled helplessly and shook his head:

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Just because of a **** key?"

Ricky’s laughter stopped, and he gritted his teeth and breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Romance without hesitation:

"So I told you, you can't ignore this because you know the truth about the truth of the black prison. At least you can play a stolen drama, but your **** self-esteem..."

Romance chilled back:

“And you brought a large group of ‘visitors’ into the free tour, and still show the key in front of everyone for five minutes?”

Taylor looked obliquely at the quarrel between the two.

they……

Be more familiar with each other than you think.

Thoughts diverged, the wings of the legend turned over and looked at Tyres.

"So you know, ‘Prince’.”

Baron Williams is cold and authentic:

"The blade camp is what we destroy."

At that moment, staring at his sharp and deep eyes, Teres only felt cold in the back.

I saw the wing of the legend looking up and looking around, and made a pause gesture to the subordinates who were waiting for him.

"So how dare you dare to expose our conspiracy unscrupulously?"

Luoman bowed his head and noticed that the surrounding language contained threats:

"Do you really think that an unknown person can protect you?"

Ricky stood beside him and showed an equally unsatisfactory smile to the boy.

Taylor’s heart glimpsed.

He swallowed:

"No, but I thought that what you want can help me."

The legendary wing snorted:

"What do I want?"

Tyres looked at his eyes and felt his fingers lifted hard.

Both Roman and Ricky turned their heads and followed the direction of Tyres, then frowned.

I saw the prince pointing at the fortress community that smoked in the desert, whispering:

"The Blades Camp."

Roman and Ricky are silent again.

Tyres took a deep breath.

“The experience I once told me that if a series of things happen one after another, they must be related. There must be an invisible clue that connects and connects everything.”

"At first I thought that I was the clue, because the secret department wanted my return, the shadow shield wanted my secret, the northern people wanted my identity value..."

Taylors looked up and looked straight to Ricky:

"Of course, you have appeared, and your inexplicable entry has mixed everything together, and it is unclear that I thought it was a coincidence that we connected us together."

The leader of the sword of disaster is thoughtful.

"But if... is it a coincidence?"

Tyres’s words turned and he was wary:

"If you appear, is it still because of me?"

Roman and Ricky looked at each other.

The young man curled up his mouth:

"Then I thought about it, your sword of disaster, no, blood whistle is first a mercenary, followed by a loser mutual aid."

Ricky was a glimpse.

He immediately dissatisfied with the protest:

"Hey!"

But Taylors ignored him and took care of himself:

"Yes, you are ‘swordsman’.”

His expression was serious, and his fist was in his palm:

"If your goal tonight is, first of all, the will of the employer?"

"The second is the sin of the prison river. It is the black sword. It is the secret of the prison of the bones. Is it Sakuel?"

Taylors looked up and became very serious:

"So, as strong as you are, can support the battle of the battle, and even the 100-member group that can upset the blade camp, who is most likely to be hired?"

Ricky has already picked up his mouth.

The teenager said that he was a little thirsty.

He took a water bag and found that it was empty, and he could not help but frown.

Unexpectedly, the next second, a heavy water bag was thrown into his arms.

Taylor looked up and found the wing of the legend retracting his arm:

"carry on."

The teenager picked up his eyebrows and couldn’t wait to see the truth after pouring a sip of water:

"Ricky, you told Sackel, more than a hundred years ago, your leader made a deal with the Red King of the Stars, and the Sword of Disaster was able to hide as a mercenary in the West."

"You also told the tavern owner Campa, you know the bottom of the 'My Family' pub, you know that it was the dispatching center of the Queen of the North, and the remnant of the Remnant Party, who was ousted by the Red King more than 100 years ago. - Speak as you see it with your own eyes."

Ricky's expression is slightly moving.

Tyres sighed:

"I guess they are not coincidence, are you?"

Ricky’s expression of looking at Tyres has become more and more dignified.

Tyres took a deep breath, felt the sense of recovery and balance, and stood up again from the ground.

He looked at Ricky seriously:

"So I guess, more than a hundred years ago, the sword of disaster came to the West, not for anything else, but accepted the employment of the Red King, for him to disintegrate the remaining party of the North?"

No one is talking.

The wind and sand rose slightly, and the horses in the distance made an uneasy scream.

Ricky suddenly said:

"simpler."

Tyres wondered:

"what?"

Ricky looked up and looked at the early yang over the desert, feeling the scrub of the sand, and said:

"The Red King is a person who doesn't like complicated things. He asked Qiu Krassu to go to the West, just to bring back his sister, Queen Elijah..."

The mercenary has a hard look:

"The head is on the head."

Tyres was in a while.

Bring back to my sister...

The old sword of King Chaman was emerging in front of him.

Tyres couldn't help but start thinking about the origin of the "Red King" title, and remembered what Gilbert had said to him when he was a child:

[The history of the stars, there is no shortage of blood. 】

Roman eyes are indifferent and silent.

Tyres resisted not looking at the shackles on his shoulders, and asked him:

"Nakrasu... Has he succeeded?"

Ricky just gave him a mysterious smile.

This made Tyres feel uncomfortable.

Tyres coughed and tried to rule out other ideas and return to the topic:

“All in all, the blood whistle is closely related to the stars from the day of its establishment – ​​or, to be more precise, to the interests of the Kingdom’s central border in the West.”

In the more solemn eyes of the two, the teenager turned to Roman:

"And another veteran of the "swordsman" told me that since the desert war and even the **** years, the blade camp has been directly under the royal baron.

Taylors stared at the wings of the legend:

"For more than a decade, with the threat of the border and the support of the royal family, your royal family is standing by, and it is really turning this place into your private land."

"The wing of the legend is a person's ... the blade sand dune camp."

Taylor looked at the quiet Romans:

"It is even more a central point of the kingdom to insert a sharp knife in the western princes - whether it is military, political, or commercial."

The wings of the legend are silent, but looking at the tales with sorrow, the almost sharp five senses seem to be the most perfect engraving of nature.

Tyres took a breath and swung out and exhaled:

"In this month, I saw a lot of interesting details on the way from the desert to the blade camp."

Tyres looked at the double swirling amber scorpion of Roman:

"For example, the prince rescue team in which the stars went deep into the desert is actually a combination of the royal reserve army and the western lord's recruiting forces."

"For example, at the door of the Blades Camp, the station is on duty, and the tolls are actually the soldiers of the Falkenhaus family. It has been longer than their service."

"For example, the supply of troops from the Western Wilderness is more exaggerated, and even more so that some black-hearted businessmen can smuggle out of the camp to earn the difference."

"For example, when law enforcement patrols began in the camp, it was the recruits who had not been able to get people into the white sands for many years. Even the standard of law enforcement is not clear."

Every word of the prince makes Ricky and Romane's expression a deeper point.

Roman took a deep breath:

"You have observed a lot and are very thin."

"and so?"

Tyres smiled.

He bowed his head and recalled the bad old man who was smoking a pipe:

"When I was still in the city of Longyan, one of my subordinates told me: In order for me to safely return from the desert through Exeter, my father has already negotiated with the three families who are headed by the Western lords. And they are absolutely trustworthy."

Romane frowned.

Ricky breathed gently, seemingly slightly surprised.

Taylors exhaled:

"He said: The Fuxing Palace paid a great price to let the aristocrats of the Western Expedition stand on our side and greet me."

The air seems to be still.

Even the sand is no longer awkward.

Only the smoke in the distance is still rising slowly, proving the passage of time.

In the next second, Tyres turned his head and released a sharp edge in his eyes:

"The blade camp, right?"

At that moment, Roman did not speak.

But in the eyes of the legendary wing, it has exploded like never before!

This makes Taylors more and more sure.

He observed the other person's expression and slowly said:

"King, King, he completely or partially surrendered the royal family's control over the blade camp, and gave up the initiative on the western front, in exchange for the support of the Westerners."

Tyres thought for himself what he had experienced since he started listening to the political day from Longyan City:

"He exchanged the major families of the Western Wilderness, the largest troop conscription and logistics mobilization after the war;"

"He exchanged for the Western Expedition and the royal family to join forces, go deep into the desert, push the Freedom League, and deter Exter;"

"He exchanged for the chaotic eastern part of the desert. In the two or three months, no one was smoking, and no grass was born."

Taylor’s heart sank.

In exchange for ... my return home.

The teenager no longer wants extra things, he looks up.

"But you," Taylors's gaze shot straight to the wings of the legend:

"Roman Williams."

"You are not happy."

"Especially behind-the-scenes transactions have been reached, and the Westerners and the princes are so vast that they will drink and go to the main blade camp."

His tone is infinite.

Luoman slowly looked back at him, his eyes cold.

"Because you have long regarded the sand dunes as a ban on you."

Taylor's gaze moved to the orc skull on the left shoulder of Roman, repeating what the latter had said to the brazier:

"And anyone who wants to move it from your hands."

"They have to pay the price."

(End of this chapter)