Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 478 Life Safety and Freedom

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Thales' heart tightened as he remembered something. He quickly stepped forward, and Quick Rope hurriedly caught the crossbow that Thales threw to him, and together with Cannon, they followed in a disheveled manner.

“The face you showed when you dragged us into prison isn’t so easy to forget,” Sacel said, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Before him, the white-clad knight's expression remained unchanged, yet a hint of weariness lingered in his exquisitely handsome features.

“And you should be in jail,” the handsome man said coldly.
"It shouldn't be here."

Sacel shook his head and said nothing.

The surrounding cavalry drew ever closer, almost turning the yellow sand dunes in front of them black, glaring and oppressive.

The man in white turned around, and the skull on his left shoulder swayed slightly.

He looked at Ricky, who was sitting on the ground.

"Blood whistles, sword dealers."

This time, a chilling glint appeared in the white-clad man's eyes:

“You shouldn’t be here either.”

“You should be where you belong.”

The handsome man's words carried an unsettling undertone.

Upon being identified, many of the mercenaries couldn't help but swallow hard.

Ricky's appearance had returned to normal. He stared intently at the knight before him and answered respectfully:
"Excuse me, sir, we are on a mission."

Ricky shrugged, his expression a mixture of helplessness and innocence.
"But some...unexpected events occurred."

The handsome man frowned slightly:
"Your mission..."

Just then, Thales, who had approached and could no longer contain himself, shouted:
"Don't believe him! I am the second prince..."

But the next moment, the white-clad knight suddenly moved!

With a flick of his right arm, a spear tip appeared out of thin air and hurtled towards Thales!
The boy, who was trying to figure out how to explain, didn't even have time to react before he felt his body sway!
"clang!"

The air blurred for a moment, and the instant Thales could see clearly, he was already leaning against Yodl, who was protecting him with his left arm.

Before the masked guard, the gray supreme sword barely blocked the pure white spear tip.

Cannon and Sackel had silently reached for their weapons, their expressions grave, ready to strike at any moment.

“Interrupt me again,” the White Knight stared at Thales, a cold killing intent flashing in his amber eyes, making one momentarily forget his handsome appearance.

"I'll kill you."

Thales stared blankly at the gun tip, which was only inches away from him, speechless for a moment.

"you can not."

Yodl shook off the opponent's spear tip, pulled Thales up, and coldly replied:
"You don't know who he is."

The White Knight retracted his spear, which transformed back into a short spear, which he then sheathed behind his back.

"I do not care."

The handsome man said in a cool tone:
"And so you are, the nameless one, regardless of your relationship with the Secret Service."

The earring on his left ear swayed gently, still exquisite, as if he hadn't seen the tense scene that had just unfolded.

Cannon and Sackel, who were closest, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thales finally regained his breath, touched his heartbeat which had started again, and looked at Yodl in surprise.

But the masked guard simply shook his head and remained silent—as always.

The White Knight turns back to Ricky:

"Your mission?"

Ricky laughed.

“In progress,” Crassus, the Sword of Calamity, said helplessly, watching the increasingly dazzling red light in the east.

"I believe you will see progress soon."

The White Shadow Knight remained silent for a moment before speaking again:
"Your surprise?"

Ricky sighed.

“Please allow me to introduce myself,” Ricky said, extending his hand to Thales.
“This is His Highness Thales Star, one of our unexpected events tonight…”

Ricky looked helpless as he said this.

A murmur arose from the nearby cavalry group.

The white-clad knight frowned, which only made his face, which looked as if it had stepped out of an oil painting, appear even more vivid and striking.

He turned his head and carefully examined Thales.

It was probably the first time in his life that he had been stared at by such a dashing and handsome man. Thales felt that his clothes and appearance did not quite meet the standards of a "prince", and he felt his face burning for no reason.

The White Knight turned his head and spoke to Ricky again:
"I need an explanation..."

Thales was startled:
"I--"

But Yodl immediately grabbed his shoulder, silencing him.

Williams doesn't like being interrupted.

The masked guard leaned down and whispered in the boy's ear:
"And he was serious."

As Yodl spoke, she added a sentence in her mind:

Whether you are a prince or not.

Williams?

Thales was taken aback.

"Oh, it's all my fault for not introducing myself, which caused this misunderstanding between you, Your Highness Thales."

Just as Thales was searching for memories of the name, Ricky seemed to realize something and gave Thales an apologetic smile:
"What stands before you now is the legendary battlefield of the eastern desert."

The mercenary leader gestured to the impossibly handsome knight before him, gushing out adjectives as if they were free:

"Thunderous wings on horseback."

"A ruthless killer who travels thousands of miles."

"A terrifying nightmare for hybrids and barbarians."

As Thales looked at the handsome knight before him and listened to the adjectives used to describe him, he felt a turmoil in his heart.

legend……

Thunder...

Assassin...

Nightmare...

The white-clad knight stood out starkly against the backdrop of the surrounding dark cavalry.

"...and also the sole owner of Baki Dunes," Ricky sighed softly, his gaze towards the man growing increasingly complex.
"Baron Roman Williams".

Roman Williams.

baron?

Thales frowned.

Roman listened to Ricky's words coldly, without saying a word.

"Of course, you can also call him..."

Ricky breathed a sigh of relief and, in his most wary and cautious tone, called out the name:
"Legendary Wings".

Legendary Wings.

Thales frowned, his mind racing.

Of the three commanders of Xingchen, who has the most terrifying reputation, is the most contradictory, and is the most complex...?

He rose to power through bloodshed during the Year of Blood and the Desert Wars, slaughtering countless people, and even once burying alive six thousand orc prisoners...

He once returned in triumph, leading his legion to accompany the king in a procession through Yongxing City, which led to rumors circulating among the common people and countless women that he was the one who could "conquer the Western Wilderness with just his face"...

Legendary Wings?

The legendary Wings himself, the supposedly ferocious and terrifying, yet handsome and dashing Roman Williams, gazed indifferently at Thales.

Unmoved.

At that moment, Thales's gaze was fixed on the ugly skull on the knight's left shoulder.

He recognized it.

That's a...

Orc skull.

But at that moment, "Bang!"

A loud bang could be faintly heard from afar!

Like a thunderclap from behind the clouds.

An uproar erupted from the crowd!
The dark mass of cavalrymen stationed on the sand dunes were also startled, and they tried to calm their uneasy horses.

Thales instinctively looked in the direction from which the loud noise came, and was immediately shocked!
It's Baki's camp.

A plume of black smoke slowly rose from the direction of the camp.

That is……

Everyone stared blankly at the unusual situation at Baki's camp.

Ricky, sitting on the ground, exhaled and smiled.

Roman turned around, his eyes showing displeasure.

He roared at the cavalrymen on the slope:
"Frank?"

Yet even his roars were clear and penetrating, as if they possessed a power to cleanse the mind and spirit.

Soon, a middle-aged gray-haired knight in full armor stepped forward and looked toward the camp in the distance, where black smoke was rising.

"Eternal oil exploded, sir."

The old knight named Frank frowned and said:

"Those damned old geezers, after we left, they had absolutely no idea how to manage military supplies and logistics..."

But at that moment, a second plume of black smoke slowly rose from the other side of the camp.

Legendary Wings' expression grew even worse.

"Wait, that's..."

Frank's eyes narrowed, and his tone changed:
"The second source of fire is in the direction of the shops."

"It was arson!"

His voice stirred a commotion among the cavalry, and many began to whisper uneasily.

But Roman simply turned his head, and everyone who was in his sight immediately fell silent.

The army returned to silence.

But it was as if fate was playing a joke on this handsome knight who preferred quiet. A few seconds later, a rapid and alarming horn sounded from the direction of the camp!

"Woo-wu-wu-"

Three shots in a row.

The news spread far and wide.

This time, whether it was mercenaries or cavalry, people finally erupted in uncontrollable shock and uproar!
The handsome Roman seemed to have reached his limit. Ignoring his subordinates, he abruptly turned and shouted towards another hillside:
"Felicea?"

A commotion erupted among the cavalry as a red-haired female cavalryman shouted and shooed away those blocking her way, riding her horse to the foot of the sand dune.

Felicia was clearly a rare beauty, but she had strangely shaved off the left side of her hair and had strange tattoos on her face, reminding Thales of Rolf, who was by his side.

"Sir, the messenger has confirmed it, it's an intrusion alarm!"

Felicia said angrily:
"Level 7!"

Looking at the smoke rising from the camp in the distance and hearing the increasingly urgent bugle calls, the army's commotion grew.

Amid the commotion, the Winged Legend lowered its head and remained silent.

Perhaps it was his attitude, or perhaps it was the strict military discipline, but soon the uneasy cavalrymen calmed down.

What impressed Thales was the astonishing power of the silence that followed when the enormous number of cavalrymen fell silent from the commotion.

In the chilling silence, Roman slowly turned his head to look at Ricky on the ground:

"you?"

Ricky exhaled softly, smiled, and looked up, his gaze unwavering as he faced the Legendary Wings, who possessed an overwhelming advantage in both strength and manpower:

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"What you see now is our mission."

A murmur rippled through the cavalry.

Thales frowned and looked into the crowd—Chisel had been knocked unconscious before the melee and was still unconscious.

Roman remained calm, his handsome face showing no emotion whatsoever.

"How did you do it?"

Ricky shrugged and helplessly spread his hands:

"Oh, this is all thanks to my colleagues at the Shadow Shield..."

This time, Roman interrupted him without hesitation, his tone cold:

"what happened?"

Ricky fell silent for a moment after being interrupted.

He lowered his gaze, pondered for a moment, and then raised his eyes again:
“The prisoners in the white jail,” Ricky said casually, without any alarm:

"They've already been released and are looting and causing chaos throughout the camp."

Ricky continued with a smile:
"Meanwhile, the military supply depots, which are crucial to the survival of the garrison, are burning fiercely, shaking the morale of the troops."

The cavalry began to stir again.

Ricky glanced in the direction of the camp and clicked his tongue:

"But right now, the only Western Wilderness lords in the camp with troops and the strength to deal with it are on the verge of infighting and mutiny because of an assassination attempt by a sworn enemy noble."

"As for the highest level, the seventh alert."

Ricky chuckled as he listened to the faint sound of horns in his ears.
"Outside the camp, the gray hybrids and barbarian tribes, led by the Riftstone Tribe and the Shalaren Tribe, who had secretly slipped back, were preparing to take advantage of this opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the Blade Fang Camp while it was preoccupied with its own problems, to plunder and wipe away the shame of their desert war eleven years ago."

The Riftstone Tribe?

Thales was startled!
The army on the surrounding sand dunes finally erupted in uproar!

Frank, the middle-aged knight, was taken aback at first, then roared in fury:
"Fuck you—"

But Roman suddenly raised a hand!

They shut Frank up with his curses.

The army fell silent again in an instant, and no one dared to whisper anymore.

Roman looked up and glanced again at the camp from which thick black smoke was billowing.

“Indeed, a sword dealer,” Roman said coldly.

"You have exceeded my expectations."

Ricky nodded, looking quite sentimental:
"Tonight is quite extraordinary; there are some pleasant surprises."

The two remained silent for a few seconds.

The next moment, Roman suddenly spoke:
"so."

"what would you like?"

Upon hearing this, the royal guards, Frank, and Felicia all looked at the Wings of Legend in surprise.

Ricky laughed.

"You are indeed quick-witted, sir."

He stood up, first gesturing to his subordinates, then bowing respectfully:
"We, the friendly and benevolent blood-soaked horns, your mercenary companions, Baron..."

Ricky beckoned, and Clay immediately woke up an unconscious prisoner and brought him forward.

“We will present you with the highest-ranking official of the Northern Lands, the Shield of Shadows,” Ricky said with a slight smile, watching the awakened Shield appear terrified before the cavalry formation.
"His appearance will cause the assassins who are secretly plotting to abandon their targets and scatter and flee."

Legendary Wings frowned and remained silent.

“We will also return the sole heir to the Star Kingdom, Prince Thales Starlight,” Ricky said, extending his arm towards Thales, who stood not far away, causing the latter to grit his teeth involuntarily.

"His status is enough to suppress those unruly Western Wilderness lords in your camp."

Ricky observed the other person's expression and smiled humbly at the opportune moment.

“Of course, we’ll also provide the opportunity,” Ricky said, pointing to the camp billowing black smoke in the distance.
"Those opportunities that you don't need to waste on us peasants who hold hostages, but can use to quell the rebellion and turn the tide."

Now, even Sakel began to frown, re-examining the man who had been a mad, violent, and warlike demon just a moment ago, but had now transformed back into the composed and wise Crassus.

The legendary wings remain silent.

"We, Blood Whistle, will use all of the above to purchase from you, sir..."

Ricky nodded respectfully:
"Our lives, safety, and freedom."

These few chapters are meant to make up for the missed updates due to illness these past few days.

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