Kingdom’s Bloodline

I remembered, Lausanne, Lausanne—the name has an allusion.

On a remote path, Thales suddenly spoke while watching the celebration fireworks rising in the distance.

What?

Xi Lai came from behind him, her feet were weak and her expression was dejected.

It's not an ordinary name, it's a literary character, no, maybe there is a real person in history, Thales scratched his chin, thoughtfully, A hundred or two hundred years ago, 'Bad Blood' Lausanne was notorious in the Golden Corridor A notorious bandit who committed countless crimes in his life and committed numerous crimes.

How do you know? Hillary asked.

Bard poetry, knights, and drama. Thales shrugged.

Especially the ones that are stored in Nakaru's library and cannot be seen in the country of Stars.

Oh, Your Highness is indeed well-informed...

Slimani, who was walking in the third place, had a look of admiration at first, and then said doubtfully:

But, Bad Blood Lausanne? Bad Blood? Why do you call him that?

Behind the defender, Glover turned his head left and right: Rolf was holding a prosthetic leg, leaning on one of his shoulders, and walked with difficulty, while Catherine was clutching her broken arm, leaning on his other shoulder, trembling.

Both of them looked tired and hissed and murmured from time to time.

Glover, who was a human walking stick, was caught in the middle and could only sigh helplessly.

He would rather stay under the pier and fight to the death with that Lausanne II.

Because Lausanne, I mean Lausanne 'I', at least in literary works, was a despicable knight who betrayed the lord and the creed, Thales recalled, more than that, he killed his father and teacher with his own hands, betrayed Going out of the house and committing a heinous crime that cannot be tolerated in the world, just to prove that he is better than them.

This made everyone frown.

It sounds heinous at first glance. Slimani said with his tongue.

Bad blood. Glover murmured.

Thales nodded:

In some works,

He has other nicknames - 'Evil Son', 'Sin Seed', 'Knight of the Black Crowd', 'Sword of Betrayal', but they are basically the same. That killer in black, since he has the nickname 'Lausanne II', it might be...

It must have been started by Turnbull, Catherine the Phantom Blade said sullenly, That old man is uneducated and loves to pretend, he likes to watch dramas, and then use the words to pretend. Flatter him 'The leader knows so much.'”

Catherine snorted.

Wait, Knight of the Black Sheep, I'm impressed when you say that, Hilley tried to recall, but I remember that he is only a supporting role. In the stories where he appears, the real protagonist should be...

'Wolf Enemy' Keira. Thales said with certainty.

Everyone let out a sudden Oh.

The prince raised his head and looked at the fireworks of different colors exploding above the sky:

As the most popular and romantic hero in modern adventure works, Keira Canxing has - created by bards - countless enemies and opponents, some are based on historical facts, some are pure It is a fiction. But even among the many enemies of the 'Wolf Enemy', 'Bad Blood' can be regarded as the most cruel, vicious, despicable and cunning one, with superb martial arts skills and astonishing ingenuity, but also unprincipled, which is daunting.

These adjectives made everyone quiet for a while.

That Lausanne 'Second'...the Second... Slimani pondered.

Please, tell me he died, a terrible death. Shirley looked tired.

Well, in most of the stories, Bad Blood Lausanne was finally defeated by the wolf enemy and died of hatred, while in a few endings...

Thales raised his head with a solemn expression:

They all died together.

There was a moment of silence.

Thales reacted and quickly scratched his head and smiled:

It doesn't matter, no matter what the Lausanne in the story is, but that Lausanne II, he can be regarded as falling into our hands. At that time, we will flatten and round him anyway...

No. Catherine said suddenly.

She was stunned for a while, ignoring other people's strange eyes, looking at Thales:

I believe your guards are formidable, Your Highness, well-trained and skilled, but, but...

She hesitated to speak.

Thales wondered:

Catherine?

Phantom Blade took a deep breath.

When I was young, I saw Lausanne II killing people. It was terrible, she said worriedly, but just now I have a feeling: he is more powerful than ever.

Stronger than ever?

Everyone has a meal together.

Stop joking! Everyone gets old!

Slimani forced a smile, and tried to convince others, as well as himself: And he is only one person, and His Royal Highness Thales, your prince's guard must be full of top experts in the kingdom, guarding the royal family, he can't defeat that many……

He doesn't need to defeat them, Catherine shook her head. Lausanne just needs to get out of the encirclement and hide in a shadowy corner. Then we, we can only continue to be afraid.

Slimani's smile faded.

Thales swallowed, feeling the need to boost morale.

Listen, I know he's great, otherwise he wouldn't have this nickname, but...

But Catherine thought through something, gritted her teeth and said:

Your Highness!

Leaning against Glover, she limped and quickened her pace:

Please, please send someone to the North Gate Bridge.

Slimani frowned: The territory of the Brotherhood?

Catherine nodded, gasping for breath:

Go to Razanche Feixue, the 'Head Wolf', and tell him what happened, and let him find it—the Black Sword.

Thales' expression changed.

Everyone was quiet again.

Black sword?

Slimani was taken aback:

Black Sword? The legendary Brotherhood boss who knows witchcraft and witchcraft, and is immortal?

He's not a legend, and he doesn't know witchcraft, Catherine shook her head and snorted coldly, but, yes, he's really annoying.

Thales couldn't help but asked, Is it necessary?

Facing Lausanne, this is the only way we can have a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, after Lausanne II escapes and recuperates, he will come to you, Catherine said firmly, Whether it's me or He, we all have to die.

And you can't protect me.

Thales heard what she didn't say.

All right.

That's easy, I'll write a letter to the Fuxing Palace, Thales said calmly, smiling, Take Araka Mu or Roman—oh, I mean, send Kingdom Wrath or Legendary Wing over here to help ?”

The prince seemed so confident and confident that even Shirley couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

After hearing the words, Slimani was in high spirits, straightened his back, and swept away the bad luck:

Hey, Lausanne II is a mere thief, how can you use your labor, these two masters...

Only Glover, who had been to the Western Wilderness, and Rolf, who had been to the fortress, looked at each other with strange expressions.

And Catherine stared at Thales, who was full of confidence, for a long, long time, as if she had seen through something.

When Thales was unbearable and was thinking about coughing to divert his attention, Catherine sighed and spoke.

I know, Your Highness, what you're talking about are all unborn masters, they are gods of death on the battlefield, fierce generals in the army, but, Phantom Blade was worried, she glanced at Rolf, but the latter brushed aside Not daring to look at her, It's different, Lausanne II, he is an executioner walking in the streets of the city.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound.

They might beat him, beat him, push him back, but they couldn't kill him, they couldn't catch him.

Catherine's expression became more determined:

Only one person, one person can.

Feeling the other party's eyes, Thales frowned.

Listen, I've seen Black Sword, and even seen him fight. I know he's strong, but as for that Lausanne II, no matter what the meaning of the nickname is, what does it have to do with 'Bad Blood'...

The prince sighed, suspicious:

Can he compare to Black Sword?

Catherine froze.

Comparable?

A few seconds later, the former boss of the Blood Bottle Gang laughed.

Hahahahaha, young prince, do you know, she looked towards the ground with a sad and gloomy expression, That's what we said back then when Black Sword first became famous...

Catherine raised her head, her eyes were cold:

Can he compare to Lausanne?

The breeze blows, the fireworks are bright, and everyone marches silently without saying a word.

Thales exhaled:

I know what you mean, yes, maybe Black Sword is the only one who has ever defeated Lausanne...

But Catherine cut him off.

No, he did not.

Phantom Blade lowered its head.

It was someone else, she said quietly, Turnbull did die in the hands of the black sword, but back then, he really defeated Lausanne II, and he was defeated...

Catherine raised her head with a vicious expression:

Someone else.

————

Hold him! Don't let him move!

In Toledo's roar, the battle under the piers is fierce and fierce:

Under the joint siege of four people, Lausanne II dodged and moved in the shadow of swords and swords, picking and rolling to parry, embarrassed and thrilling, while the rest of the guards guarded the periphery, watching covetously, ready to step up at any time.

I'll seal his sword, you've got to see—

Follow up, guard the perimeter!

Hello to the torso and limbs, grab the living ones!

Is it okay to die? Isn't it revenge?

Then it's cheaper for him!

Press him to the corner!

It's not you, Nexi, just stand in your position!

Except for the four people facing the enemy at the innermost level, the rest also echoed and reminded each other, or sought cooperation, or relieved pressure. Their positions moved slowly with the change of the battle center, but under the command of Toledo Therefore, the formation of the guards was always fixed within the range under the pier to prevent Lausanne II from breaking through and escaping.

At this moment, Lausanne II, who avoided Morgan's ultimate move, turned around, flipped his wrist, and rushed straight to Kong Mutuo behind him!

Substitution!

Standing on a high place, Mallos, who had been staring at the battle situation, suddenly shouted:

Now!

Before many people could react, Miranda, who was resting on the side with his sword, dodged and stepped forward to parry Lausanne's counterattack. The timing was just right, and Kongmuto, who was out of breath, was able to retreat and retreat to the periphery to rest.

Lausanne let out a snort, but the ax of the prisoner Capone had already hit him from the side, and he had to give up the pursuit and turn around to dodge.

Mallos let out a breath, but his brows became tighter and tighter.

It's been almost a quarter of an hour, and the frontal siege has been changed for the second round, the flag officer Hugo Fuby came to him, It's much more difficult than imagined.

Mallos did not speak, still staring intently at Lausanne in the fierce battle.

Hugo, nicknamed Ghost, squinted his eyes, watching Lausanne II seek gaps in the siege of four people, and from time to time fight with the fifth person outside, and said with his tongue:

Tsk tsk tsk, alone, but not afraid of being besieged by many people, does this remind you of anyone?

But Mallos shook his head.

No, the man you are talking about is a genius who relies on unparalleled perception and observation, instantly receives all the details of the battle situation, and integrates the entire battlefield into a whole. In the eyes of that man, he faces It is not a siege by many people, but a multi-headed and multi-limbed monster full of loopholes, self-contradictory, extremely poor coordination, and even the road is unstable. The more limbs, the weaker it is.

Hugo smiled softly:

That's why you arranged this strangling formation. Four people are the main attackers, no more and no less, matching shots, waiting for opportunities to rotate, and specifically attacking extreme masters?

While he was speaking, Capone and Oscarson pressed forward together, one attacking and the other blocking, plus Miranda who had rested, forcing Lausanne II to be unable to parry, so he could only retreat again, at the most uncomfortable angle With his sword out, he fought Morgan's dangerous twin swords at close range.

pretty!

Oh, it's just a little short!

Good job, keep up the good work!

Shoot your head, Morgan! Don't be so nice to him!

Amidst the shouts of the guards, Mallos' voice became softer and softer, but in Hugo's ears, it became louder and louder:

But this man, this black-clothed killer's strategy is exactly the opposite of that man's: under siege, he seems to be at a disadvantage, but in fact he keeps moving without stopping. The distance and angle between them allow myself to be in one-on-one, at most one-on-two battles at the same time, to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses, and only need to focus on one or two enemies to avoid being besieged by multiple people to the greatest extent.

Mallos narrowed his eyes:

Otherwise, as long as he slowed down a bit, moved a little bit, and unfortunately fell into the simultaneous strangulation of four people, or only three people at the same time, the battle would have ended long ago.

Compared to that man, the assassin's strategy in the face of a multi-person siege is to make full use of the space, widen the battlefield, and cut it into countless pieces. He only deals with one piece at a time, and transforms the whole into a partial one. The strong bully the weak.

Hugo frowned:

It sounds like the strategy of street gangsters fighting in groups: run when you are surrounded, fight while running, and kill someone when you find an opportunity?

Believe it or not, Hugo, sometimes, the internal logic of gangsters fighting, fighting against soldiers, and even fighting on the battlefield is actually not that far apart.

Hugo looked unhappy, and he turned his attention back to the battle situation:

That is to say, the actual battle situation is not that this guy was besieged by four enemies for ten minutes, but that he—even though he was limited by various constraints and could only play a limited role—actively chose the battlefield and fought each enemy individually Two and a half minutes?

Mallos nodded.

right.

It was such a one-on-one duel, which happened four times in ten minutes.

Hugo understood:

That's why, with Arend's skill, they are still working so hard and can't attack for a long time.

The flag officer looked cold:

Since this is the case, then we will tighten the formation, close the inner circle, and reduce the space for him to dodge and roll, so that he has nowhere to step, let alone move!

That's right in his arms.

Um?

Hugo was puzzled again.

Strength and weakness are born together, one ebbs and another. If we close the inner circle and shrink the space, it means that we let go of the outer circle and make room for the back, Mallos said calmly, Yes, maybe it will be difficult for him to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses by moving. , was forced to fall into the siege, but as long as he takes the risk of being injured and breaks through the first line of defense, and the weak periphery does not have enough manpower to intercept and delay him, then he can take advantage of the space behind us and walk away. No hindrance, no hindrance.

Hugo had a complicated expression, and finally snorted:

Cut, twisted and twisted.

Mallos didn't speak, but stared at Lausanne with more serious eyes.

While speaking, Fu Lateng and Lang Lai both rushed forward under the command, replacing Morgan and Capone who were wounded in the sword, and launched a new round of siege against Lausanne II.

Not good.

Mallos suddenly said:

After the second round, he has gradually become familiar with everyone's style, and he has begun to perform with ease.

Hugo's eyebrows twitched, just in time to see the aggressive Lang Lai being forced back by Lausanne's sudden sword, writhing in panic. Fortunately, Fu Lateng attacked from the side to share the pressure.

hell.

Well, it seems that we have to go with the plan, Hugo said impatiently, Plan A, give a death order, and attack regardless of the cost; Plan B, speed up the rotation rhythm to increase his consumption; Plan C, combine near and far, wait for the opportunity Sneak attack, and plan d—anyway, we're running out of time, which one do you want?

Mallos was silent, his eyes flickering.

z, the watchman said softly, I choose z.

At that moment, Hugo Fubi was slightly taken aback.

z

In the next second, Hugo sneered:

Interesting, you have a better sense of humor than before.

But Mallos didn't smile, he just turned his head slowly and looked at Forbe with a calm gaze.

The flag officer's expression changed.

Damn it, you're not joking, the smile on Hugo's face disappeared instantly, What's going on?

Misjudgment.

What?

Mallos sighed: Regarding this person's strength, we followed outdated information and made an extremely serious, extremely dangerous, and possibly fatal misjudgment-the previous plan has not kept up with the changes.

Hugo was taken aback:

I do not understand.

At this moment, there was a sudden change in the field, and Luosang took a step away, the shadow of the sword flickered, and Fu Lateng, who was on the offensive, let out a muffled grunt, his body tilted, and his shield fell to the ground!

Everyone exclaimed, and at the very moment, Miranda's Yingxiang struck from the side, and with a wonderful horizontal cut, he slashed away Lausanne II's sure-kill sword, and the timing was just right.

Cover switch!

After hearing two sounds, Paul and Itariano fired their bows and crossbows at once, forcing Lausanne II to dodge and block, unable to pursue.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two arrows, Toledo and Kusta Qiqi rushed forward. The former dragged the painful Fu Lateng to a safe place, while the latter made up his position, gritted his teeth and raised his knife.

Lausanne II raised his head slightly, and exchanged glances with Mallos on the height.

Hugo, the flag officer on the sidelines, felt tense.

His style of play should have consumed the most energy, but so far, I can't see any signs of his exhaustion...

Mallos looked at Lausanne, but his face remained unchanged, still calm:

No, this person is far more than what we thought of as a 'ultra-level swordsman with supernatural powers' or a 'former master with greatly damaged strength'.

Hugo unbelievable:

You mean, he hid his strength and deliberately confused us?

After the words fell, the battle started again, Luosang's body moved, and the four people who had been prepared for a long time came forward with their swords, biting him tightly.

And his swordsmanship and martial arts, Mallos tightened his tone, Difeng, the offensive and defensive faction in the north, the martial arts faction in the south, the trendy, and even the different factions in the ending tower... No, more than that, in his actions In the movie, I even saw many niche martial arts, including Prairie and Humble, Suye's martial arts, and many others I'm not sure, because each genre only appears for a moment, which is specious.

so much?

Mallos nodded: There are two possibilities for such a multi-skilled person: the first one is that he is miscellaneous but not skilled, and he is not specialized in general skills, and he is all showy...

Hugo got used to his speaking style, so he waved his hand and skipped the nonsense:

The second possibility?

Mallos didn't answer, but just stared at Lausanne II's sword blade flying up and down, without saying a word for a long time.

Hugo understood, turned his head and poohed:

Damn it.

But Mallos seems to be not enough, and it makes things worse:

What's more, it's just his swordsmanship.

Not counting the ability, the power of the end...

Including reinforcements from the Kevin Dill family.

Thinking of this, Mallos' eyes sharpened!

Carry on my order: Project Z.

Hugo frowned again and again: Some of these children may not know about Project Z...

But you know, Hugo.

Mallos commands non-stop:

If anyone doubts it, tell them: His Royal Highness wants to cast a long line to catch big fish.

Hugo's words froze.

He looked at the field unwillingly:

But this person has a lot to do with it. If we miss it... we really have no chance at all—

Twelve. Mallos said suddenly.

Hugo's eyes moved:

Twelve what?

Twelve people - the first four speed up the tempo, oppressively attack at any cost, consuming his physical strength and energy. The three in the middle are strong enough, test his style by category, and find weaknesses. There are five more people, see Situational partners, two or three, fight to the death, and try to force out his hole cards, and the rest of them, adapt to the situation and seize the opportunity, and strive for a one-hit kill.

Mallos' eyes moved slightly:

If the match is right, the arrangement is in place, morale does not collapse, and luck is not too bad, we will probably have a chance to fight him out with about a dozen casualties—at least we will lose both.

What?

Lose both?

Hugo couldn't help but speak:

Then capture him alive...

Don't even think about it, Mallos interrupted him. If you have this thought and are lucky, you may even lose both sides.

Hugo looked troubled.

you sure?

Mallos nodded.

I still had doubts, but after the continuous siege of so many masters just now, I am now very sure: this person is superior in terms of strength, experience, willpower and physical strength, unfathomable, and his swordsmanship is even more superb. The upper limit is unknown.

Having said that, the watchman sighed and took a step forward.

As far as these ten minutes are concerned, even among the extreme masters I have seen, he is in the top group, Mallos said with an extremely serious expression, It is comparable to the punishment knights and those in the rain back then. Heart.

Hugo was startled.

So exaggerated? Is it related to the sudden drop just now?

The watchman shook his head, indicating that he didn't know:

Twelve, or Project Z, what do you think?

twelve.

Hugo frowned, and he turned his head to look at the subordinates present: Morgan, Niexi, Kong Mutuo, Oscarsen... Some of them were filled with anger, some were eager to try, and some were facing an enemy. Some are extremely nervous...

The flag officer hesitated to speak:

But, but...

The watchman looked at him and changed the topic:

Yeah, I thought the same thing: Is it worth it?

Hugo was silent for a few seconds:

Is this the result of your deduction?

Just one of them.

Mallos looked at Lausanne's more and more comfortable movements, and said silently:

The most optimistic kind.

But Hugo remembered something, and suddenly realized:

Just now you were eager to urge the prince to leave first, because you have already seen something wrong and you are not fully sure to take him down-if the child stays, it may be in danger?

Mallos nodded and hummed:

And because he has the character of a puppet bear when he shouts to his subordinates, he will definitely not allow us to sacrifice twelve people. No, even if he wants to sacrifice a fingernail, he will yell and seriously interfere with our decision-making.

Hugo was thoughtful.

Mallos asked again:

So, twelve, or plan z?

Hugo was silent for a few seconds, then smiled in relief:

You know, when we first met, you didn't even have to make decisions—you wouldn't hesitate about that.

Mallos' eyes moved.

Not now, the watchman looked at the field again, his tone indifferent, but you know, our boss is a vengeful kid, so it's not easy to offend.

Hugo sighed.

You're right, he raised his head and smiled, It seriously interferes with our decision-making, hmph.

Mallos gave him a meaningful look.

at this moment.

transposition!

This time, there were three players in rotation in the arena, and the three who were removed were all out of breath. Only Miranda stayed in the arena with his seemingly ordinary but always effective swordsmanship, trying to support him.

After Toledo checked Fulateng's injury, he asked someone to bandage the wounded, and he stood up, shaking his head at Mallos.

Casualties have appeared, the first one, Mallos said with a tense tone after receiving the message, We have to decide.

Hugo sighed deeply.

You've made up your mind, haven't you? You just need someone to talk it out for you, to make you feel better, bloody Terrorblade.

Mallos frowned:

You know I hate that nickname.

Hugo took out his notebook and smiled ironically:

But I like it.

Mallos' complexion changed, but Hugo spoke immediately before he could speak:

Okay, then plan z!

The flag bearer turned around and made an order gesture to Itariano in the distance:

But who will come...

But Hugo immediately had a meal.

He ignored the surprised look on the opposite side of Itariano, asking him to repeat the gesture of the order, but turned his head straight, seeing Mallos' expressionless expression, his expression changed.

No. Hugo said in a daze.

Mallos nodded, with a calm expression:

Yes, as you said, this is the result of my deduction.

Hugo's breathing quickened. He glanced at Lausanne in the field, then at Mallos, and said loudly:

Damn it, when you asked me to help you, you didn't say it was such a dangerous job!

I really didn't say that?

Hugo took two breaths.

How sure are you?

Mallos' eyes moved.

He knew that Hugo was not asking about the certainty of victory.

Mallos raised the corners of his mouth, smiling as usual:

Fifty-five.

Ha, here we go again, I just knew it, Hugo said with a sarcasm, Is there anyone in this world who is not '50-50' against you?

Of course there is, Mallos sighed. If the logistics officer Shi Tuo is against me, it can be said that it is 10 to 10. I have no chance of winning. I just want to turn around and run away.

Especially when he's holding the ledger?

Mallos and Hugo looked at each other and scoffed.

According to this logic, wouldn't it be the same when you meet a brat?

Yes, but the odds are just the opposite.

The watchman and the flag bearer both smiled.

What about the guard's blood feud, Aknet's honor revenge? Hugo suppressed his smile and whispered.

Mallos also put away his smile.

I will figure out a way, Hugo, no matter how strong he is, we will kill him.

He looked at Lausanne II, and then at Hugo:

I swear, in the name of the Razor family.

Hugo looked back at him and nodded.

I will write down this sentence according to the rules, the flag officer replied indifferently, You know, Vogel will see it.

Mallos was silent for a second: Very well, you should.

Hugo sneered.

Okay, damn plan Z, I was ungrateful at the beginning, squatting on the flag wing, squatting in Yongxing City, when the time comes, I will retire early and get involved in the bad things of the guards and the Wang family, and go to the horrible blade of nm ...

Hugo babbled, but he still turned around and continued to deliver orders.

And Mallos looked at his back and took a deep breath.

The watchman turned to the battle situation, his expression turned cold, and the power of termination burst down like a flood.

At that moment, the black and white desolate world in front of his eyes shook slightly, and became colorful again.

Beautiful.