Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 488 is too high

Everything is in the fog.

White.

hazy.

confused.

Nothing to rely on.

Only the gentle voice seemed to be close at hand.

[Ya Ren, beg you, don't be afraid. 】

How could this be.

His heart is full of inexplicable resentment and sorrow, nowhere to vent.

It’s like...he is losing something.

[I am just... I am just...]

That voice is so helpless.

So... bleak.

Seems to be...going away from him

[I am just living... living in a world different from you. 】

When the voice dissipated, he suddenly felt very empty and very distressed.

He extended his hand to the direction of the voice.

I want to go...

Touch her.

Hold her tight.

Leave her.

And he thought that he would approach her and leave her.

A red light pierced the fog!

The white mist dissipated and went away.

At that moment, just like the blood falling from the sky, the red blood was red, and everything around it became thick and bright, blushing and sullen!

Everything has changed.

He is inexplicably nervous.

[Long gone..."

In the red blood, a strange and cold voice, rendering a thick and exciting tone, sounded from the gloom.

[Long gone..."

A heavy sense of horror came without warning, and he could not breathe.

Do not.

[Long time violated... Long time violated... Violation............]

The echo is heavy and reciprocating.

Like a thick drum, shaking his heart back and forth.

Do not.

【mine……】

That voice is very exciting.

But he is very scared.

Do not.

【mine……】

The surrounding blood is getting redder, more and more sturdy, getting lower and lower, getting closer...closer.

[my, mine, mine...]

Inevitably, the boundless blood climbed onto his body and climbed his senses.

And he can't get rid of it and can't escape.

Do not.

It violently impacted his thoughts and occupied his will.

Fill it up with everything... everything.

Do not!

[My mine, mine, mine, my...]

Finally, when the boundless blood color completely filled him from the inside out, the strange voice from the distance was very clear, as in the ear, from his body!

【mine--】

It seems to have faded all the chaos and estrangement. If the volcano erupts, the tsunami is soaring and roaring out of his own mouth:

[——Blood brothers! 】

"what--"

He screamed in horror and violently got up!

Consternation, helplessness, panic.

He gasped and tried to grab something.

At this time, a heavy shadow suddenly appeared on top of his head!

It is like a ghost, and it is pressed black.

It seems that he is going to cover and engulf him.

The next moment, the familiar feel appeared in the right hand.

He didn't want to be nervous, and he stabbed the weapon in his right hand toward the black shadow!

"Snapped!"

A light bang, his right hand was firmly held, and he could not advance or retreat!

"Tells."

The familiar hoarse voice popped out of the shadow and shouted his name.

Taylors is a spirit!

"About, Jodel?"

The teenager gasped and tried to separate the blood color of the dream from the black shadow in front of her eyes in consciousness, and barely recognized a pair of mirror holes that reflected the cold light.

In the dim light, the intensity of the black shadow holding his arm slowed down slightly.

"Yes."

"It's me... I, I am here," the shadow of the hoarse voice, comforting the undecided Tyres, looks rather unfamiliar:

"I'm here."

A gloved hand loosens Tyre's wrist and gently taps the juvenile's arm to encourage him to relax.

In his dreams, he was soaked in the blood of the whole world...not here.

The nerve-tight Thales squatted, and the JC dagger in his hand slipped down and was caught by Jodel.

"I am here, I am here."

The black shadow repeats awkwardly, only after a few seconds to find the next word:

"No...nothing."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and the whole person stumbled backwards.

But he was quickly held by the mask guard on the back and gently put back on the pillow.

He looked at JC in the hands of Yodel, quite confused and guilty.

"Dagger... I am sorry," said Tyles, half-folded, only feeling weak and unsmooth:

"That's just... a nightmare, you know, I..."

But Jodel interrupted him:

"I know I know."

"never mind."

The mask guard helped Tells pull the pillow up and let him lean on it, not forgetting to help the boy to get a good quilt.

Tyres, lying back on the bed, discovered that he had a cold sweat.

Soaked in the lining that I don't know when to change.

Tyres pressed the bandage under the lining, and the nose was full of medicine.

He took a deep breath in the pain and realized that they were in a strange room.

Dim, gloomy, narrow.

The room was small, but it was only a few steps away from his bed to the door. There was a small desk beside the bed, and a wooden window at the desk was very tight, revealing a few days from the window. Bright light.

On the wooden platform in the distance, there was a glimpse of the lights, barely illuminating the room.

But...Thales lying in bed narrowed his eyes and found that although the bed and desk were relatively clean, the walls of the room were dark and heavy, and the ceiling of the ceiling even had a few spider webs.

"Here is...where?"

Tyres had a hard time opening and only felt that his throat was dumb.

"The Blades Camp."

The mask guard went to the edge of the wooden table, and when he came back, he had a glass of water in his hand.

"You slept for a day and night."

So we are back.

one day one Night……

Have you been that long?

Thales gratefully took the cup and watered the scorpion as if it had dried up.

Yodel watched him drink water while grabbing a bundle of ropes beside the bed and gently pulling it.

"Jingle Bell……"

There was a faint bell ringing outside the door.

"The doctor said that you need to eat." In the eyes of Tyres, Joel simply explained.

Still not waiting for Taylors to react, there was a looming quarrel and footsteps outside the door.

"Bell, bell, that's the bell!"

"Hey vowed to hear the bell rang! Felicia said that it was the way the lords called the bed... cough, the way the servant got up... No, I don't think this is a haunt... Well, coward, I go! ”

The owner of the words and footsteps is obviously in a hurry, and there are many unexpected and confusing collisions on the way.

"boom!"

The next moment, as the door was slammed open, Jodel’s figure disappeared into the air.

Tyres, leaning against the bed, narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who hurried into the door and remained in balance.

This is a... soldier, and he is familiar with it.

"you are……"

Tyres put down the empty glass and wondered.

The soldiers managed to maintain the balance. When they saw Taylor, their face changed suddenly.

"A big grass, muddy!"

"The mud is finally!"

The soldier had a strong Western-style accent, but he seemed to realize what he was doing. He immediately coughed a few times and subconsciously stood up and replaced it with a more standard Western-style lingua franca.

"I mean, noble and noble, His Royal, seeing your sex, we are all moved to the top of the blade camp!"

The smile that Taylors tried to squeeze out was a stiff one.

Some of the excited soldiers were dying on the bed of the weak Tyles, for fear of leaking a look, while at the same time sturdy and mechanically speaking a long line of words:

"Cough, there is your dripping - the amount is dripping or coming here - we are, the seam is swelling..."

When the soldier said one sentence, he bowed his head, and his face changed with the occasional exposed lame rhetoric, accompanied by stuttering from time to time:

"In short, we must work hard to keep the frontier for the kingdom, be optimistic about the desert, and behave the orcs. Please rest assured... Oops, this seems to be the last paragraph, cough..."

"That, my team and I are honored to get you... I mean you got it, no, it was you..."

Thales coughed and interrupted his confession.

"Okay, thank you, soldier, I understand your enthusiasm," Taylors pointed weakly at the waist side of the soldier:

"The rest of the manuscript will not have to be read anymore."

The soldier's face was red, and he slammed the "cheat sheet" written on the waist side with the words and drawings into the belt:

"That, the clerk who is responsible for writing the letter hangs half a month ago..."

"Only you are here?" Taylors looked out the door and saw only a dim light.

The soldier who is smashing is a spurt, and he is busy making a reply:

"There are still strange fires and spirits - she has just changed her shifts, and she hasn't come yet. We will come back every half hour, for fear that you will be squandered by souls, or by the soul of the soul who wants money to be crazy." Drilled into the bed and gave it..."

Tyres raised his eyebrows.

When the soldiers just exported, they felt wrong and their faces changed:

"Sorry, you know that I don't mean that..."

He burst into a smile and his hands were nowhere to be placed:

"I mean, noble and handsome, our gentleman, we have been taking care of you, just like you as your son..."

The more he said, the worse.

The tired Tiles was so wanted by him, but he was a little more spiritual.

He sighed and reached out and held the rest of the soldier.

"I remember, you are a snake hand, an actor."

"It’s the new captain of Baron Williams..."

The soldier named Snake handed a glimpse and immediately showed ecstasy.

"Ah, you remember my name! It is really noble and handsome." Yes, Your Highness, please remember me, I am, the snake hand of Williams, I am loyal, absolutely no smuggling, tax evasion or The criminal record of organized crime, since being recruited by adults, is sweating and tearing for the kingdom every day..."

The snake hand who was immersed in another round of "table loyalty" saw the face of Tyres sinking, and quickly coughed back to the topic.

"The baron wanted to catch a few beautiful prostitutes or maids of nobles to make you cool - cough, I mean to serve you warm bed..."

"But you know, the camp has just calmed down, so he makes the freak small... the amount of the glorious Stardust Guard Third Commando team will take care of you, love you, make you feel comfortable and cool, come I don't want to go..."

Taylors reached out and gave a headache, interrupting the other side’s long story:

"Thank you, please go and convey my thanks to the Baron, then..."

The prince smiled reluctantly:

"I am a little hungry."

The snake hand smashed for a few seconds, and this was the brain.

"Oh, yes, eat! Yes, the baron grabbed a lot from the gangs... I cough, I mean the nobles donated a lot to you and the baron..."

The snake's hand and eyebrows danced and said, and the wind rushed out of the house, leaving a ignorant taylor.

"Weird fire!"

After a series of footsteps, the voice of the snake hand was heard from outside the door:

"Send the food! Don't sneak yourself - cough, sneak, that, secretly ‘check’!”

Ten minutes later, in the room that was closed again, Taylors sat alone at the desk, licking the food that the snake hand had just sent.

He looked at the wheat-baked white bread on the plate, oatmeal, goat's milk, and even honey...

And grilled fish, chicken, pork, and many seasonings that are not found in the North...

The snake hand said, is this the wing of legends collected from the Western aristocrats?

Taylor sighed and sent a broth into his mouth.

Oh, it tastes so good - compared to scorpions and spiders, and bloodstained lizards.

Indifferent, who will tell him later that the Western aristocrats are located in a remote, poor soil, turbulent, sinister, poor and bitter, and he will be with whom...

Feeling the gradual filling of the stomach, Tells asked the air:

"So, what happened to the blade camp?"

He waited for a few seconds.

"Later," the voice of Jodel’s hoarse voice was revealed in the void:

"Williams won."

Williams, won.

Tyres bit his mouthful of spoon and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

Wow.

It’s really detailed.

Just like when they first met, Jodel answered him "Who is my father".

Full of diplomatic rhetoric.

As soon as I remembered the things I had, Taylors couldn't help but curl up.

God, how old is he, is it nostalgic?

But Tyres immediately thought of something and his emotions sank.

"What about the Kingdom Secret?"

Tyres asked very concealed, but Jodel seemed to know what he was asking.

"They didn't have horses and were forced to come back on foot."

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

So, fast rope, Little Barney, Belletti, Tarding, Cannon, Buri, and Saciel.

they……

His mood is cheerful.

"That was a full and interesting day, isn't it." Taylors half jokingly.

A few seconds later, a hoarse voice came from the air, with a slight incomprehensible smile:

"Yes."

Tyres, who had a great appetite, quickly killed the food on the plate.

"To Yodel, your injury..."

"It's already good, don't worry."

The answer from the air was incomparably quick, and Tyres had no chance to ask.

But this made the prince frown.

"All right?"

Tyres put down half of the bread.

The injury... well.

He remembered that a long time ago, Jodel had blocked three deadly scorpion arrows and was seriously injured.

They are different.

Afterwards, Taylors no longer knew - the prince's mission urged him to go north.

I have been going for six years.

Past memories and inexplicable sorrows rushed into his mind.

Six years.

The smile of Tyres disappeared.

He was silent for a while.

"Jordel, these years, you still... okay?"

The answer in the air is still short:

"it is good."

Tyres gently turned his head and his mouth was slightly bent.

Yes.

Still the one.

Rumors, silence, and words like gold.

The mask of the past was guarded.

Is not it.

Thinking of this, Tyres suddenly turned around:

"You know Sackel, are you?"

This time, the answer in the air took a few seconds to sound, full of inexplicable feelings:

"long, long ago."

Tyres frowned, his tone full of worries:

"He said, your mask, that is one of the secret treasures of the royal family."

The room was very quiet.

no answer.

Taylors took a deep breath.

He looked back and looked at the dark and small room, still not seeing any signs of living.

After waiting for Joel to return, Taylors had to sigh and ask:

"He also said that there is a price to use that magical mask?"

It was a few seconds of silence. When Tyres couldn’t help but want to speak again, the voice of the mask guard came:

"Nothing."

"Everyone has a price to pay."

His voice is still hoarse, but full of unknown meaning.

And the end of the conversation.

He is not prepared to say it - the teenager reads this layer of meaning.

Buters is not satisfied:

"So what is that?"

He looked worriedly at the void behind him, feeling that he was quite stupid.

no answer.

"Jordan!"

This time, the tone of Tyres brought some urging meaning.

"You were six years ago, when you were assassinated by Aaron, and the wounds you suffered in the dungeon... It was not a minor injury, but now you... if that comes at a price..."

The only one who can answer him is still silence.

Tyres reluctantly spit out a breath.

"I saw it!"

The teenager frowned and stared at the void, worried and dissatisfied:

"When Ricky tried to take it off, your reaction was like he was going to peel your skin!"

"If you are really okay, then why have I never seen you pick it up..."

Tyres stopped the words of urgency.

The faint interior was dead.

The shadow in the dark is also flawless.

As calm as ever.

Ok.

In this case.

Tyres took a deep breath, put away the unhappy mood, learned the posture he had learned in the past six years, and became the star prince who was high-spirited, noble and proud when faced with the aggressive princes of the Dragon City.

"Jordan Gato," Tyres solemnly and indifferently:

"I command you: tell me."

He lifted his chin and raised his voice:

"This is my order."

"From the second prince, the command of Tyres Comet!"

The voice is cold and the tone is harsh and unquestionable.

The response is still silent.

Taylor suddenly felt that the shadow in the dark seemed to move.

But what followed was a cold and hoarse voice:

"Sorry, Your Royal Highness."

Vague and broken.

Ruthless and cold.

"I only follow the order."

The voice fell.

At that moment, Taylors only felt that the whole body was cold.

Only obey...

His command...

He looked at the void and looked at it.

Is it.

Thales took a sigh of relief and looked back stiffly.

No longer looking behind.

After a few seconds.

"Ok."

Tyles heard that he was not naturally speaking, only that his tongue was stiff and unfamiliar, even the snake hand was not as good as:

"Of course, your command..."

He said hard:

"of course."

Taylors took a few deep breaths.

He picked up the cutlery and started eating again.

Just like a party.

but.

Just now, for the first time, he felt that the shadow behind him that seemed to be unmanned was no longer a sense of security.

The strange and familiar purple mask brought him... no longer a sense of solidity.

His command.

Yes.

I forgot.

From the first day I saw him, what he did was...

His command.

Taylors suddenly remembered Selma in Longyan.

I remembered the service around her, seemingly serving the female grandfather, obeying her orders, Nilailai and Brisbane.

At that moment, he only felt that his mood was cold.

The fascinating Tells forced himself to eat a piece of meat or bread according to the most standard table manners taught by Ginny, but inexplicably felt like a man on his back, like a throat.

It’s not comfortable.

It's too small, it's a little stuffy.

He thinks so.

Tyres put down the tableware and raised his head irritably. In addition to the dimly lit lights, he saw only three windows that were tightly closed, only the shimmering light emerged from the edges.

Not at all breathable.

No wonder so stuffy.

There is no day in the dark, I can’t see the light, and I don’t know what time it is.

So where is this, the "sweet home" of the legendary wing?

As soon as I remembered the arrogant and proud face of Roman, the breath of Tyres was a stagnation.

Damn little white face.

Tyres stood up with his face and intended to push open the window in front of the desk.

But under the push, he was stunned.

The window in front of his eyes, in the position of the handle, was sealed by an extra nailed wooden board.

What are you doing?

Tyres frowned at the window that was crucified:

what is this?

Fear of human invasion?

Still afraid that I will escape?

So sealed all the entrances and exits?

Want to trap me here?

Just like... jailed?

Thinking of the black prison that had afflicted him in the middle of the night, Tyres, who was in a bad mood, turned his head subconsciously:

"Jord..."

But when he said halfway, he stopped hard.

Damn it.

The prince closed his mouth and took a few deep breaths.

He did not open again, but sat down again and picked up the tableware again.

Tyres looked at the window that couldn't be opened, his breathing began to accelerate, and the feeling of boredom was getting worse.

Damn Roman.

Damn little white face.

After sitting in less than five seconds, Taylors threw the cutlery.

He walked barefoot to the edge of the wooden table with the lights on his back, took a look at his JC dagger, and then hurried back, slashing into the gap between the wooden seal and the window frame, and slamming it!

"boom!"

Perhaps it was a long time of disrepair, the board was fragile, and he couldn't use the power of the end. He took off the corner of the seal and even exposed the nail tips.

But Taylor did not stop, and he stood on the chair with a cold face, and slammed the other corners of the seal.

He thought that this would trap me...

Tyres forcibly ignored the hungry in the abdomen and irritatedly opened every part of the seal.

Fucking, thinking beautiful...

But at this time, a gray blade is visible from the air!

It draws a beautiful arc, goes straight into the plank, changes direction, and quickly passes over the corners!

"laugh!"

With a few crisp sounds, the board fell into a gloved palm and was firmly removed.

Tyres frowned and looked at the black figure around him to remove the seal efficiently and quickly, revealing a lot of outside light.

"You can let me do it." The masked figure gently lowered the board.

Tyres snorted and stepped down the chair to drop the dagger and patted the dust on his palm.

"Yes," the prince said sarcastically:

"I thought."

"You only follow the order."

The mask guard did not answer.

His figure rippled and disappeared into the air.

The prince snorted and turned back, slamming open the window!

Countless dust is rising.

Thrilled Tyres for a sudden cough.

Damn, you should wear the towel first...

Tyres squinted and tried to fan away the dust while adapting to the sudden glare and cold wind.

sunlight.

Cold wind.

The long-lost sunshine, like the tide of finding a vent, rushed into the window and filled the room.

Illuminated everything.

The biting cold wind, like the wolves that smelled the blood, hungrily threw into the window and filled the room.

Blowing everything.

But when Taylors looked up and looked at the scenery outside the window, he stopped.

Do not.

Here……

here is……

"Hey, hey, hey-"

At this moment, a sudden footstep sounded suddenly outside the door!

Thales looked back vigilantly and grabbed the dagger.

The sound of the snake hand sounded from the door, and it sounded terrible:

"No, no, no, adults, this is the order of the baron, even if you are honorable, you can't... amount!"

A muffled sound, the words of the snake hand stopped short.

Tyre nerves are tight!

what?

Someone... attacked?

"Jordan?"

The young boy, who was not above the top, shouted softly.

"Don't panic."

A familiar reply came from the air.

"I am here."

The long-lost sense of security and practicality returned to his heart.

Deja vu.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

But still not waiting for Tyres to feel that he is really embarrassing and fickle...

"boom!"

The door of the room was opened rudely!

The muscles of Tyres are all tense!

A strong figure bowed his head and stepped into this small room.

The uninvited guest was a warrior, and he exuded a sigh of relief. He turned his eyes and scanned Taylor.

The danger of vagueness means that the prince is consciously raising the dagger.

Who is he?

The other person's skin color is deeper, his face is different from ordinary people, his head is tied with staggered scorpions, his face is left with black tattoos, and his neck is pierced with a zigzag strange pattern.

But Taylor, who had seen Rafael and met McGee, quickly recognized it.

This is a wild man.

Taylors looked at him with shock.

what happened?

Boneless people...

it's here?

But the secret of Yodel is quiet.

calm.

Taylors can only tell the scalp like this: calm, Jodel will have his reasons.

And he shouldn't be angry with me for the things just......

However, the seemingly dangerous buffy man just swept the room indifferently.

His eyes didn't even wait a second for Tyres.

Then, another sharp, awkward, ugly middle-aged male voice, with an unpleasant sullen smile, rang:

"Don't be scared by Gao He, the brake lines on his neck are just the tradition of the Brahran tribe."

"He won 36 duels, nothing more."

Tyres frowned: Brahran tribe, thirty-six duels?

The savage man named Gaohe turned and nodded and retired.

"Squeaky, groaning, groaning..."

This voice...

I heard the old crow abducted, and also watched the Black Prophet's walking, and the Taylors reacted immediately: this is the sound of the wood touching the ground.

But this time the voice is more rhythmic than the old crow, and more brisk than the black prophet.

"Oh, huh, huh, it’s been a long time ago."

The sharp voice rang again, with a slight sinister tone.

However, Tyres swears that this is the most standard, most complete and most fluent Western-language lingua franca that he has heard since entering the Great Desert, and even with the habit of using words in Yongxing City.

"I once thought that I would never come to this tiring and ominous place."

Finally, a figure with a cane limped and slanted to the door.

When he stepped into the door, Tyres’s nervousness and attention to Gao’s was completely taken away by this newcomer:

On the other's crutches, there was a left leg with obvious disability. The whole child was lying on the ground. On the crutches, strangely, a special long-handled sword was used, as if the owner could wave his weapon while holding a cane. Like.

The owner of the sharp voice held the door frame, pulled the armor on the body, and smiled hazy:

"Call, this is really a test for my legs and feet."

With a cane, he looked up and revealed a middle-aged face that was inhuman:

Withered, pale, and my lips are skewed.

With his cold, sharp voice and sharp eyelids, it makes people shudder.

When he saw the other party's moment, Taylors was shocked!

Describe the terrible middle-aged man while taking a breather and looking at Tells:

"Oh, six years," the other person laughed unpleasantly, and the laughter seemed to be the stinger of the cone:

"You really have raised a lot."

"I guess, are we feeding you well in the North?"

A few seconds of silence.

Tyres looked at the costumes of the middle-aged man and thought of something.

The other party still smiles and waits for an answer.

Finally, Tyres took a deep breath.

"Long time," the prince put away the dagger on his hand and finished the whole thin body of clothing.

"Duke of the Lord."

The owner of the cane stared at him for a long time, and then a big laugh broke out:

"Ha ha ha, very good, you still remember this old bone!"

His expression was exaggerated, making the face of the inhuman being more horrible, and screaming at the palm of his hand as if he had seen anything that was unacceptable.

Outside the door, the savage man turned back and walked coldly, stunned the snake hand who had just woken up.

calm.

The prince secretly said.

Tyres forced himself not to look at the snake hand, but calmly looked at the guests in front of him:

"Your arrival is really beyond my expectations..."

The prince gently pulled the chair open, gestured, and then sat on the bed from his own feet:

"So, are you coming to support me, or support Baron Williams, or support...the blade camp?"

At that moment, the other party's sharp and cold laughter.

As if I understood something.

The horrible middle-aged man looks directly at the singularity of the singer, and sings:

"Very good, you don't have a nourishment of the aristocrats, the unique smell of milk... very good."

"We should be tempted by the North - maybe they are not barbarians who only know how to use their fists to slap the table."

Tyres slightly brows.

The middle-aged man snorted and lifted his left leg with a cane and stepped into the room.

"Oh, oh..."

The ridiculous people behind him slammed the door shut and left the middle-aged and Tyres in the room.

Turn this place back into a closed prison cage.

calm.

Tyres once again warned himself that he was getting closer and closer.

The middle-aged man turned to the chair that Tyres opened for him. Half of the irony was:

"Just, as the first stop for your return to the country, Williams shouldn't have arranged you here. This place is too high, too high..."

The middle-aged man muttered to stop at the desk.

He leaned over and looked at Tyres coldly, revealing the window behind him.

And there are countless distant, mini, and exquisite windows under the window.

"I am worried about it, you will not be careless..."

"falling from here."

Tyres looked at the long sword on his cane and only felt a tight body.

that's it.

One of the six giants of the Stars, the owner of the Falkenhaus family with the four-headed skull as its emblem.

The Duke of the West, the lord of the desert, the "unpopular".

Cyril Falkenhaus.

In this way, he stood in the top room of the "Ghost Prince Tower", the highest point of the Blades Camp, and faintly:

"Just like...the brother of your father?"

(End of this chapter)