Kingdom's Bloodline Chapter 691

   Chapter 691 Bad Blood

   "I remember, Lausanne, Lausanne--the name has an allusion."

   On a remote path, Thales looked at the celebration fireworks rising in the distance and suddenly spoke.

"what?"

   Xi Lai came from behind him, walking erratically and looking sullen.

"It's not a common name, it's a literary character, no, maybe there really is someone in history," Thales pulled his chin, thoughtfully, "A hundred or two hundred years ago, 'Bad Blood' Lausanne was notorious on the golden corridor. A well-known robber and gangster, he has committed countless crimes and crimes in his life."

   "How did you know that?" said Hillage.

   "Bards, knightly novels and plays." Thales shrugged.

  Especially those collected in Nakaru's library (since the daughter of the Grand Duke succeeded to the throne, the inventory that has been sealed for many years has begun to increase again), those that cannot be seen in Xingchen.

   "Oh, Your Highness is indeed knowledgeable..."

   Slimani, who was walking in the third place, first looked in admiration, and then wondered:

   "But, Bad Blood Lausanne? Bad Blood? Why call him that?"

  Behind the defense attorney, Glover turned his head left and right: Rolfe held a prosthetic leg, leaned on one shoulder, and walked with difficulty, while Catherine clutched her broken arm and leaned against his other shoulder, trembling.

   Both of them looked tired and groaned from time to time.

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

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

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

   These words made everyone frown.

   "It's heinous to hear it." Slimani said.

   "Bad blood," Glover murmured.

   Thales nodded:

"In some works, he has other nicknames - 'Evil Son', 'Sin', 'Black Knight', 'Sword of Betrayal', but they are basically the same. That black-clothed killer, since he has ' Lausanne II' such a nickname, that might be..."

"It must be from Turnbull," Kathleen the Magic Blade said sullenly, "That old man has no culture and likes to pretend, he likes to watch dramas, and then make jokes and pretend, his subordinates have to Flatter him 'The gang master knows a lot.'"

   Kathleen snorted.

   "Wait, Black Sheep Knight, I have an impression when you say that," Sheila tried hard to recall, "But I remember that he was only a supporting role. In a story with him, the real protagonist should be..."

   "'Wolf Enemy' Keira." Thales affirmed.

   Everyone made a sudden sound of "Oh".

The prince    looked up and watched the fireworks of different colors explode above the sky:

"As the most popular and romantic heroic protagonist in modern adventure works, Kayla Shinsing has - created by the minstrels - countless enemies and opponents, some based on historical facts, some pure It is a fiction. But even among the enemies of the 'Wolf Enemy', the 'Bad Blood' can be regarded as the most cruel, vicious, despicable and cunning one, with superb martial arts and amazing ingenuity, but unprincipled and daunting."

   These adjectives made everyone quiet for a while.

   "Then Lausanne 'Second'...Second..." Srimani pondered.

   "Please, tell me he died, terribly." Hillary looked exhausted.

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

   Thales raised his head with a solemn expression:

   "They perished together."

  The surroundings were quiet for a while.

   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 considered in our hands, and then you can flatten and round him how you want..."

   "No." Kathleen said suddenly.

   I saw her startled for a while, and looked at Thales regardless of the strange eyes of others:

   "I believe your guards are very powerful, Your Highness, well-trained and skilled, but, but..."

   She hesitated.

   Thales wondered:

   "Catherine?"

  Phantom Blade took a deep breath.

   "I saw Lausanne II kill people when I was young, it was terrible," she worried, "but just now I had a feeling: he is more powerful than ever."

   Better than ever?

   Everyone sighed together.

   "Stop kidding! Everyone gets old!"

Slimani smiled reluctantly, trying to convince others and 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 break through the siege and hide in the shadowy corner, and then we, we can only continue to be afraid."

   Srimani's smile disappeared.

   Thales swallowed, feeling the need to boost his morale.

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

  But Kathleen figured out something, and said through gritted teeth:

   "Your Highness!"

   She leaned against Glover and limped faster:

   "Please, please send someone to Beimen Bridge."

   Slimani frowned: "Brotherhood?"

  Catherine nodded, panting:

   "Go to the 'Alpha Wolf' Razance Feiso, tell him, tell him what happened, and let him find it - the black sword."

   Thales' expression moved.

  The crowd was quiet again.

   "Black Sword?"

  Slimani was taken aback:

   "Black Sword? That legendary brotherhood leader who knows witchcraft and magic, and who is immortal and immortal?"

   "He is not a legend, nor does he know witchcraft," Catherine shook her head and snorted coldly, "But, yes, he is indeed annoying."

   Thales couldn't help but said, "Is it necessary?"

"Facing Lausanne, this is the only way. Only with this level of master, we have a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, when Lausanne II escapes and recuperates, he will come to the door," Kathleen was very firm, "whether it is 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 calmly replied with a smile, "Bring Araka Mu or Roman-oh, I mean transfer Kingdom Wrath or Wings of Legends over here to help ?"

  Prince looked so confident and confident that even Xi Lai couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

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

   "Hey, then Lausanne II is a mere thief, how can you use labor for these two big drivers..."

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

   And Kathleen stared at Thales, who was confident, for a long time, as if seeing through something.

   When Thales was unbearable, thinking about whether to cough to divert her attention, Kathleen sighed.

"I know, Your Highness, what you are talking about is the unparalleled master of the world. They are the gods of death on the battlefield and the fierce generals in the army, but," Huan Ren was worried, she glanced at Rolf, but the latter turned away He didn't dare to look at her, "It's different, Lausanne II, he is an executioner walking in the city streets."

   Everyone froze when they heard the sound.

   "They may be able to defeat him, defeat him, and drive him back, but they can't kill him, and they can't catch him."

  Catherine's expression became firmer:

   "Only one person, one person can."

   Feeling the other person's eyes, Thales frowned.

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

The prince    sighed, suspiciously:

   "Can he compare to the Black Sword?"

  Catherine was stunned.

   "Comparable?"

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

   "Hahahaha, young prince, you know what," she looked at the ground with a sad and gloomy expression, "Back then, when Heijian first became famous, we said this..."

  Catherine raised her head, her eyes cold:

   "Can he compare to Lausanne?"

  The breeze was blowing, the fireworks were bright, and everyone marched silently without saying a word.

   Thales exhaled:

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

  But Catherine interrupted him.

"No, he did not."

  Phantom Blade lowered his head.

   "It's someone else," she said faintly, "Turnbull really died in the hands of the black sword, but back then, he really defeated Lausanne II and made him lose..."

  Catherine raised her head with a vicious look:

   "Someone else."

   "Hold him! Don't let him move!"

   In the roar of Toledo, the battle under the piers was fierce and fierce:

  Lord Lausanne II was besieged by four people, dodging and moving in the shadows of swords, lights and swords, pick and roll, embarrassed and thrilling, the rest of the guard guards the periphery, eyeing tigers, ready to go up at any time.

   "I'll seal his sword, you're right-"

   "Follow up, guard the periphery!"

   "Say hello to the trunk and limbs, catch alive!"

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

   "Then it will be cheaper for him!"

   "Force him to a dead end!"

   "It's not you, Neshi, just stand your ground!"

Except for the four people in the innermost layer facing the enemy, the others 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 , The formation of the guard is always fixed in the range under the pier, preventing 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 towards Conmutuo behind him!

   "Substitution!"

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

"Now!"

   Before many people could react, Miranda, who was resting with his sword on the side, dodged and stepped forward to counter Lausanne's counter-attack. The timing was right, allowing Conmutuo, who was out of breath, to retreat and retreat to the periphery to rest.

   Lausanne snorted, but Capone's axe had already smashed from the side, so he had to give up the pursuit and turned around to dodge.

   Mallos exhaled, his brows getting tighter.

   "It's been almost a quarter of an hour, and the frontal siege team has changed for the second round." Hugo Forby, the flag leader, came to him, "It's much trickier than I thought."

  Marios did not speak, and still stared at Lausanne in the fierce battle.

   Hugo, nicknamed "Ghost", squinted his eyes and watched Lausanne II find a gap in the four-person siege, occasionally fighting with the fifth person on the periphery, and said:

   "Tsk tsk tsk, single-handedly, but not afraid of being besieged by many people, does this remind you of anyone?"

   But Mallos shook his head.

"No, the person you are talking about is a genius, relying on unparalleled perception and observation, instantly receiving all the meticulous information in the battle situation, and integrating the entire battlefield into a whole. In the eyes of that person, he faced It's not a siege by many people, but a multi-headed and multi-limbed monster full of loopholes, self-contradiction, and extremely poor coordination, and it can't even walk steadily.

   Hugo smiled softly:

   "That's why you arranged this strangulation formation, with four people attacking, no more or no less, with a combination of shots, waiting for opportunities to rotate, and specializing in defeating the extreme masters?"

While he was talking, Capone and Oskarsen pressed together, one attacked and the other blocked, and Miranda, who had rested, forced Lausanne II to be unable to resist, so he could only step back again, at the most uncomfortable angle. Take out your sword and fight Morgan's dangerous double swords at close range.

"pretty!"

   "Oops, just a little bit!"

   "Good fight, keep up the good work!"

   "Shut up, Morgan! Don't be mad at him!"

   In the roar of the guards, Mallos' voice became softer and softer, but in Hugo's ears, it became heavier:

"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, never stopping, and at the same time uses counterattacks to deter opponents, firmly controlling the relationship with the four The distance and angle between them allow you to always be in one-on-one, at most one-on-two battles at the same time, make use of your strengths and avoid weaknesses, just focus on one or two enemies, and avoid being besieged by many people to the greatest extent possible.”

   Mallos narrowed his eyes:

  Otherwise, as long as his pace is a little slower and his body is slightly off, and unfortunately falls into the strangulation of four people at the same time, or just three people at the same time, the battle will be over long ago.

"Compared to that man, the killer'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 of them at a time, and transforms the whole into a part with less. The strong bully the weak.”

  Hugo frowned:

   "Sounds like a strategy for street gangsters to fight in groups: run when you are surrounded, fight while you run, and fight against one person when you find an opportunity?"

   "Whether you believe it or not, Hugo, sometimes, the inner logic of gang fights, warrior duels, and even battlefield battles is actually not far behind."

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

"That is to say, the actual battle situation was not that this guy was besieged by four enemies for ten minutes, but that he - even if he was constrained by various constraints, he could only play to a limited extent - took the initiative to choose the battlefield and duel with each enemy individually. Two and a half minutes?"

   Mallos nodded.

right.

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

  Hugo understood:

   "That's why, with Aarend's skill, they still worked so hard and couldn't attack for a long time."

   The flag-holder's expression turned cold:

   "In that case, let's tighten the formation, close the inner circle, reduce the space for him to dodge and roll, so that he has nowhere to move, let alone move!"

   "That's right in his arms."

Um?

   Hugo was puzzled again.

"The strong and the weak go hand-in-hand, and the other grows. If we close the inner circle and narrow the space, it means that the outer circle is released and the back is vacated," Mallos said calmly, "Yes, it may be difficult for him to move to enhance his strengths and avoid weaknesses. , was forced to fall into the siege, but as long as he was injured and took a shot, risked breaking through the first layer of defense, and the weak periphery did not have enough manpower to intercept and delay him, then he could use the space behind us to fly away, Unhindered."

  Hugo had a complicated expression, and finally sighed:

   "Cut, twist and turn."

  Marios did not speak, but stared at Lausanne with more and more solemn eyes.

  While speaking, Fulateng and Langlai both grabbed under the command, replaced Morgan and Capone, who were in the middle of 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 play with ease."

   Hugo's eyebrows twitched, just in time to see the menacing Langlai being forced back by Lausanne's sudden sword, and rolling in a tumble. Fortunately, Fulateng attacked from the side to share the pressure.

   Heck.

"Okay, it looks like we're going to go with the plan," Hugo said impatiently, "Plan A, order to die, attack at any cost; Plan B, speed up the rhythm of rotation to increase his consumption; Plan C, combine far and near, wait for an opportunity Sneak attack, and plan D - anyway, we're running out of time, which one do you want to choose?"

   Mallos was silent, his eyes twinkling.

   "Z," the watchman said softly, "I choose Z."

   At that moment, Hugo Forbey was slightly startled.

Z?

   The next second, Hugo sneered:

   "Interesting, your sense of humor is better 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, you're not joking," the smile on Hugo's face disappeared instantly, "What's going on?"

   "Misjudgment."

"what?"

   Mallos sighed: "As for this person's strength, we have followed outdated information and made extremely serious, extremely dangerous, and possibly fatal misjudgments-the previous plan has been unable to keep up with the changes."

   Hugo was taken aback:

"I don't know."

   At this time, the mutation in the field regenerated, I saw Luosang take a step away, the sword shadow fluttered, and Vurateng, who was originally on the offensive, groaned, his figure slanted, and his shield fell to the ground!

   Everyone exclaimed. At the critical moment, Miranda's Yingxiang attacked from the side and struck Lausanne II's slaying sword with a wonderful horizontal cut. The timing was just right.

   "Cover Switch!"

   Hearing only two sounds, Paul and Itariano fired both bows and crossbows, forcing Lausanne II to dodge and block, unable to pursue.

   Taking advantage of the gap between these two arrows, Toledo and Kusta Qiqi grabbed, the former dragged the painful Vulaten to a safe area, the latter filled the position, gritted his teeth and raised his knife.

  Lausanne II raised his head slightly and looked at Mallos in the high place.

   Seeing the Hugo flag officer on the sidelines felt a little nervous.

   "His style of play should be the most physically exhausting, but so far, I can't see any signs of his exhaustion..."

   Mallos looked at Lausanne, but his expression remained the same, still calm:

   "No, this person is far more than the 'super-level swordsman with supernatural abilities' or the 'former master who lost his strength' as ​​we thought."

   Hugo is incredible:

   "You mean, he hid his strength and deliberately confuses us?"

The words    fell, the battle resumed, Luosang moved, and the swords of the four people who had been prepared for a long time came up to bite him.

"And his swordsmanship and martial arts," Mallos's tone tightened, "Difeng, the offensive and defensive faction in the north, the martial art faction in the south, the new trend, and even the different factions in the end tower... No, not only, in his actions In this book, I even saw a lot of niche martial arts, including Da Prairie and Humble, Su Ye's martial arts, and many more I'm not sure, because each genre only appears for a moment, which is specious.”

"so much?"

   Mallos nodded: "There are two possibilities for a multi-skilled person like this: The first is that he is miscellaneous but not skilled, skilled but not specialized, and he is full of pretentiousness..."

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

   "The second possibility?"

  Marios didn't answer, just stared at Lausanne II's flying blade for a long time without saying a word.

  Hugo understood and pouted:

   "Damn."

   But it seems that Mallos is 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 Deere family.

   Thinking of this, Mallos' eyes slammed!

   "Pass on my order: Project Z."

  Hugo frowned again and again: "These children, some people may not know about the Z plan..."

   "But you know, Hugo."

   Mallos commands ceaselessly:

   "If anyone doubts, tell them: His Royal Highness is going to put a long line and catch big fish."

   Hugo's words were stagnant.

   He looked at the field unwillingly:

   "But this person is very important, 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 people speed up the rhythm, attacking oppressively at any cost, draining his stamina and energy. The three in the middle are strong enough to test his style in different categories to find flaws and weaknesses. Five more people, look Situational partner, duo or trio, fight to the death, try to force out his trump card, and the rest, seize the opportunity according to the situation, and strive for one-hit kill."

   Mallos' eyes moved slightly:

   "If it is properly matched and arranged in place, morale does not collapse, and if luck is not too bad, we will lose about 12 casualties, and we will probably have a chance to kill him - at least we will lose both."

What?

   Both loses?

   Hugo couldn't help but speak:

   "Then catch him alive..."

   "Don't even think about it," Mallos interrupted him, "If you hold this idea and take a chance, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even lose both."

   Hugo's face was embarrassed.

"you sure?"

   Mallos nodded.

   "I still had doubts at first, but after the continuous siege of so many good players just now, I am now very sure: this person is superior in terms of strength, experience, willpower and physical strength, which is unmeasurable, and his swordsmanship is even more superb, and the upper limit is unknown."

   Having said this, 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' expression was extremely serious, "comparable to the punishment knight and the rain. Heart."

   Hugo was taken aback.

   "So exaggerated? Is it related to the abnormal descent just now?"

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

   "Twelve, or Plan Z, what do you say?"

twelve.

Hugo frowned, and he turned his head to look at the subordinates present: Morgan, Nechy, Conmutto, Oskarsen... Some of them were indignant, some were eager to try, and some were like enemies. Some are very nervous...

   The flag-holding officer hesitated:

   "But, but..."

   The watchman looked at him, and the conversation changed:

   "Yes, I thought the same thing: is it worth it?"

   Hugo was silent for a few seconds:

   "This is what you deduced?"

   "Just one of them."

  Marios looked at Lausanne with more and more comfortable movements, and said silently:

  The most optimistic kind.

   But Hugo remembered something and suddenly realized:

   "Just now you were in a hurry to urge the prince to leave first, because you saw something wrong and didn't have enough confidence to take him down - if the child stayed, there might be danger?"

   Mallos nodded and hummed:

   "As he speaks to his subordinates with the character of a puppet bear, we will definitely not allow us to sacrifice twelve people. No, even if we have to sacrifice a fingernail, he will shout and seriously interfere with our decision-making."

   Hugo mused.

   Mallos asked again:

   "So, twelve people, or plan Z?"

  Hugo was silent for a few seconds, then smiled relievedly:

   "You know, when we first met, you didn't even have to make a decision - you wouldn't hesitate about that."

   Mallos' eyes moved.

   "Not now," the watchman looked back at the field with an indifferent tone, "but you know, our boss is a vengeful brat, so it's not easy to offend him."

   Hugo sighed.

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

   Mallos gave him a meaningful look.

   right now.

   "Transposition!"

   This time, there were three people on the court in rotation, and all three who were removed were out of breath. Only Miranda stayed on the court with his seemingly ordinary, but always effective swordsmanship, and tried his best to support.

  Toledo finished examining Fulateng's injuries and had someone bandage the wounded, and he stood up and shook his head at Mallos.

   "Causes appear, the first one," Mallos received the message, his tone tightened, "We have to decide."

   Hugo sighed deeply.

   "You've made up your mind, right? You just need someone to help you speak up and make you feel better, **** scary blade."

   Mallos frowned:

   "You know I hate that nickname."

  Hugo took out his notebook and smiled sarcastically:

"But I like it."

  Marios's expression changed, but Hugo didn't wait for him to speak, and immediately spoke:

   "Okay, then plan Z!"

  The flag officer turned around and made a command gesture to Itariano in the distance:

   "But who will come..."

   But Hugo stopped short.

   He ignored Itariano's surprised face, begging him to reiterate the order, but turned his head straight, looking at Mallos' expressionless face, his expression changed.

   "No." Hugo said stunned.

   Mallos nodded, his expression indifferent:

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

  Hugo's breathing accelerated, he glanced at Lausanne in the arena, then at Mallos, and murmured:

   "Damn, when you asked me to help you, you didn't say that this mission is so dangerous!"

   "I really didn't say that?"

   Hugo took a deep breath.

   "How much are you sure about?"

   Mallos' eyes moved.

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

   Mallos raised the corners of his mouth and smiled as before:

   "Five to five."

   "Ha, come again, I'll know," Hugo smiled sarcastically, "Is there anyone in this world who doesn't meet you in a 'five to five'?"

   "Of course there is," Mallos sighed. "If the logistics officer of Stuttgart confronts me, it can be said that there is 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 snorted.

   "According to this logic, wouldn't it be the same for you against a brat?"

   "Yes, it's just the opposite."

   The watchman and the flag bearer both smiled.

   "What about the blood feud of the guards, Aknet's honorary revenge?" Hugo restrained his smile and whispered.

   Mallos also put away his smile.

   "I'll figure it out, Hugo, no matter how strong he is, we'll kill him."

   He looked at Lausanne II, 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."

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

   Hugo sneered.

"Okay, **** plan Z, I was ungrateful at the beginning, squatting in the flag wing, squatting in Yongxing City, and retire early for retirement, and don't get involved in the bad things of these guards and the Wang family, and go to the horrible blade of nm. …”

   Hugo chattered, but he still turned around and continued to give 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 force of the end burst down like a flood.

   At that moment, the black and white barren world in front of him shook gently and became colorful again.

   Beautiful.

   (end of this chapter)

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