"We're excited, we're excited. ”

Kaslan coughed, reminiscing about the past years like the most ordinary old man: "Several of us, including Little Lysbane, share the same ideals, and are tired of these grievances and grievances between families and clans, and territories and territories. ”

"So it began," Kaslan said in a mournful tone, looking at the stone pillar against Nicola's back, "You can't imagine what we've been through for decades around Nunn for the sake of Exeter. ”

Nicolas unconsciously raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

"At first, it was just a small matter: to consolidate the prince's authority and power, to protect the endangered families loyal to the prince, to punish the vassals who were rich in their own pockets," the old man's eyes flashed with a strange light: "Break the conventions of the White Blade Guard, select some candidates with low backgrounds, and train a guard candidate for Nun who is only loyal to him and has no family worries...... Including you, Big Mouth, Byrne, Isaiah, you were all recruited by me at that time. ”

At that moment, Nicolai's breath stagnated, and the words in his mouth almost blurted out.

The day he was recruited into the White Blade Guard......

Chief......

"It's all about preparing a future king to fulfill his ambitions. ”

Kaslan's face darkened, and his tone changed:

But with Nunn's ascension to the throne, things began to change. ”

"His enemies are growing and getting stronger, and he needs sharper knives, stronger shields. ”

"My tasks are becoming more and more unscrupulous, and more and more bottomless – from hunting down criminals, to blackmailing political opponents, kidnapping children, to falsifying crimes to blame opponents, and even burning down the barns of farmers for the winter......"

Nicolas clenched his fists, suppressing his emotions.

He kept an eye on Kaslan's shadow in the firelight, his eyes wandering around the racks of weapons, trying to find a way to escape the threat of the other javelin.

I wasn't as good as him, and I couldn't compete with him in the javelins at range.

I need......

"Yes, I have a much closer relationship with Lady Kassan, and with the Darkroom," Caslan said gloomily, keeping his attention focused on the back of the pillar, "There are many other things that Nunn will leave to us if she doesn't want the Darkroom to interfere." ”

"I once escorted the doctor to Willan overnight so that he could poison the heir of the Grand Duke of Auretheus. ”

"In my capacity as the king's secret envoy, I incited the vassals of Qiyuan City to rebel against their lords, and found a reason for Longxiao City to intervene. ”

"I have even pretended to be robbers and robbed and killed the nobles of the king, from men to women...... Except for an ignorant girl, none remained. ”

"I also secretly plotted against my nephew Harold to convince him to turn to Nunn, even if it might jeopardize his relationship with his father......"

Kaslan closed her eyes, a threshing pain in her chest.

What he didn't expect was that, in the end, Holt would be so ruthless as to let his two sons kill each other to get rid of Nunn's control......

"So," Nikolai snorted, "that's why the Scarlet Witch always wants to pry something out of me, from the mouth of the White-Bladed Guards. ”

Kaslan sighed.

"I'm trying to convince myself that it's for Exeter," Caslan said bitterly, "for the sake of ideals, I can even leave my family behind, let alone my own honor and conscience?"

"Under the sun, I am a white-bladed commander who leads by example, is glorious and majestic, and is admired by all people," the old man endured the sharp pain in his chest between breaths and breaths, "In the shadows, I am the king's killer with an iron heart, unscrupulous means, and ruthlessness, taking the first members of the guard to do the dirtiest and most secret things. ”

"You said that you saw through my hypocritical aristocratic face," Caslan whispered, "and you are right, I am not worthy to stand before you and speak to you as a commander. ”

A cold question came from behind the stone pillar: "Why?"

Kaslan closed his eyes.

"Nunn has changed," Caslan sighed regretfully, knowing what he wanted to ask, "he's getting old, suspicious, vigilant, sensitive, selfish, and conservative. ”

"For the sake of a new Exeter, Nunn must wield great power, which is a necessary means," Caslan clenched the javelin in his hand with a complicated look in his eyes: "However, I don't know when the means have become ends, and the original ends have been forgotten early. ”

"We eat to live,, but we shouldn't live to eat. His tone grew more painful.

"The longer he became king, the more ...... he became He cares more about the status of Dragons than the power of Exeter, and the inheritance of his son more than the future of the kingdom - Nunn has become the most traditional monarch of Exeter. Aside from his family and rule, he is powerless and unwilling to search for the ideals he once had. ”

"Taking control of power has become Nunn's only goal, and 'for Exeter' has become a pale excuse," Caslan watched every place where Nicolai might rush out, locked the shadow behind the opponent's stone pillar, and waited patiently for his opponent: "It makes everything we have done over the past few decades look like a joke." ”

Nicolai sneered.

"You know what's you doing now," the Meteorite suppressed his anger, trying to make himself sound like he didn't care, "so that everything you've taught us looks like a joke." ”

Kaslan paused for a second, his face mixed with imperceptible guilt and pain.

"So I'm tired. ”

"I quit, I give up," the old man exhaled and shook his head: "I stood at the foot of the steps that day and questioned him one last time in front of all my subordinates: Do you remember your original ideals?" I asked him: Since when has he been unable to compromise with reality?

Nicolas did not speak.

"You know what happened next," Kaslan said with a hint of sadness, "the King of Gongju was furious, and I and a large number of old men were cleared out of the White Guards. ”

Silent.

The brazier burned more and more, reflecting the shadows of the two people on both sides of the stone pillar.

"Yes," Nikolai took a deep breath, seemingly painful, "and I was unusually promoted to become the acting commander of the White Guard—"

Before he finished speaking, the next moment, the Meteorite suddenly rose up from behind the stone pillar!

The battle began again without warning.

Kaslan didn't hesitate, and the javelin in his hand was thrown accurately and sharply.

The javelin shot through the enemy's body with incredible force.

"Wow!"

Stick him to the ground!

But Kaslan, who was experienced and had been observing the shadow of the other party, immediately noticed that something was wrong—it was only Nicola's chest leather armor that had been stabbed by the javelin.

The real Meteorite swooped out from the other side of the pillar, his armor thin and almost unprotected!

Kaslan reacted very quickly, spotted the gap between Nicolai's injured leg and landed on the ground, and the second javelin shot without delay!

The meteorite listened to the sound of the wind in his ears, and his heart was cold.

Finished.

Failed to fool him.

Right now.

"Nicolais!" a familiar voice sounded.

Nicolas jerked his head up, and saw a round disc flying towards him!

The Meteorite didn't hesitate, and the power of the end exploded, and his feet unbelievably folded, catching the object in mid-air.

Javelins strike.

"Bang!"

Kaslan's pupils shrank.

His javelin stabbed Nicolai's disc, a round shield with thick wooden skin.

The tip of the spear plunged into the shield and pierced the shield, causing Nicolai's hand to sink.

The Starfall gritted his teeth, pulled out the javelin from his shield, and held it in his right hand.

But Kaslan had no time to pay attention to Nicolai, and he turned solemnly and looked warily at Nicolai's helpers.

"Byrne," Caslan frowned, but there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, "It's been a long time." ”

But as a former White-Blade Guard and King's officer, Byrne Mielke, standing at the door of the arsenal, clearly didn't like to respond to his old boss's enthusiasm.

"I'm sorry, chief, it's not that I don't want to catch up," Mielke in the distance looked heavy, he took two short-handled throwing axes from the weapon rack, and waved his arms violently, "But I just met my daughter......"

"I'm in a bad mood right now!"

Kaslan's face changed, and the javelin shot almost at the same time as Mielke's two throwing axes!

"Whoosh!"

Javelins and throwing axes staggered through the air!

"Whew!"

Despite his best efforts, Mielke was stabbed in the thigh by Kaslan's javelin, and he fell into a large row of weapons racks in severe pain.

But it's enough.

Mielke thought.

With the sound of metal, Kaslan wielded a throwing axe with a javelin, only to be slashed in his left arm by another axe—taking a large chunk of flesh with him.

The old man took a deep breath and endured the sharp pain in his chest.

When it comes to throwing accuracy, Byrne is still so good.

With that in mind, he turned around, and the third javelin shot again.

Throw yourself at the opportunity to rush at high speed - Nicola!

"Bang!"

The Meteorite's thick shield blocked the javelin once more, and this time the head of the spear even pierced the upper part of the shield and poked out of Nicolai's wrist due to the momentum of his charge.

Nicolas in the charge subconsciously turned the round shield, replacing the stabbed part of the shield to the lower part.

Sure enough, the next second there was another dull sound: "Bang!"

A fourth javelin struck at the same angle and position, piercing his shield again, striking the previous javelin and piercing it at both ends.

Nicolai felt a chill in his heart: if he hadn't turned his shield just now......

But he doesn't have to worry anymore.

Nicolai decisively threw away his heavy shield and raised his right javelin - he was back three steps in front of Kaslan!

Kaslan also threw away the remaining javelin with a solemn face, leaving only the one on his right hand.

In the next second, both of them raised their right hands at the same time.

"Poof!"

Almost face-to-face, two javelins stabbed each other in the air.

Caslan, whose right hand was still raised in mid-air, subconsciously dodged, and the enemy's javelin plunged into the weapon rack behind him, leaving only a trace of blood on his face.

"Whew!"

But Nicolai didn't dodge, allowing Caslan's javelin to penetrate his left shoulder!

"Ahh

The power of the end exploded from his bones, and the fist snapped back twice in the air, avoiding the opponent's two interceptions.

At this moment, the calm Kaslan suddenly changed.

"Boom!"

With a strange dull metallic sound, Kaslan locked Nicola's throat, and the Meteorite's fist imprinted on Kaslan's body!

Time seemed to stand still in that moment.

Strangely, Nicola's fist didn't go straight to the point, but only hit Kaslan's right armpit.

The Meteorite lowered his fist weakly.

Kaslan shuddered uncontrollably, and let go of the hand that locked his throat, and Nicolais, blushing, finally gasped.

The two of them stood in place, both of them shaking.

"Plop!"

Nicolas could no longer support the severe wound in his left shoulder and fell to the ground with a javelin.

But what was also unexpected was that Kaslan's face was pale, his lips trembled, and his upper body trembled.

In pain, he stretched out his barely gripable left hand and covered his right armpit.

The old man's face twitched constantly, as if he was enduring great pain.

The next moment, Kaslan spurted out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, like an old man in his last years, completely losing all his strength.

His face darkened.

"How do you know?" said Caslan, chattering his teeth, cautiously in the softest voice possible, as if he was afraid of waking the kitten, "right armpit." ”

Blood kept pouring from the corners of his mouth, which was terrifying.

Nicolas lay limply on his side, reaching for the javelin on his left shoulder.

"Monty, he has the best eyesight and the most steady hands," the Meteorite said with difficulty, "so on the night you were seriously injured and dying and replaced with metal ribs, he was picked out as an assistant and was by his side the whole time - he knew it." ”

Caslan's eyes froze.

Ned Monty with a big mouth.

That obnoxious country coward has nothing but women on his mind.

Hum.

Kaslan chuckled helplessly in his heart.

"Monty only told me one," Nicollet closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth, "There's a fragile joint on the side of your new skeleton, that's your weak point, as long as it's strong enough - he told me to keep an eye on your safety when I fight......"

At this point, Nicolais's chest was so heavy that he couldn't speak.

The weakness of the head.

It was supposed to be a place they were sworn to guard.

But......

Nicolai clenched his fists, his eyes glazed.

Kaslan sat down on the ground trembling and leaned on the weapon rack behind him, letting out a sigh of relief and relief.

As he breathed, blood poured out of his mouth and nose, soaking the clothes on his chest.

"Javelins?"

Kaslan, whose upper body was almost soaked in blood, glanced indifferently at the rows of javelin racks around him: "You deliberately forced me here?"

"You're used to fighting with your right arm in order to protect your weaknesses," Nicolai said in frustration, "I'll have to find an opportunity for you to raise your right arm completely, like when throwing a javelin." ”

Kaslan raised an eyebrow and let out a desolate laugh.

...... On the hands of the thorn head.

This ends...... It's not bad.

"Pretty, haha, prick, you...... Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

The laughter didn't last long, and Kaslan frowned again and coughed violently in sharp pain.

As he moved, there was a frightening glucking sound in Kaslan's chest, and the old man's face contorted sharply.

Nicolas closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at his old boss's expression.

Damn—Nicollet desperately reached for the javelin on his shoulder, hoping it would take some attention—couldn't pull it out.

At that moment, Nicollet felt a slight pain in his left shoulder.

He opened his eyes in surprise to find Kaslan holding the javelin firmly in his shoulder, with his left hand outstretched.

"Bear with it," Caslan whispered, spitting out another mouthful of blood from his mouth, "It may hurt." ”

Nicolas strained his shoulders in a trance, watching as Kaslan pulled the javelin out of his shoulder.

He didn't even notice the pain.

Nicolas remembered that afternoon many years ago.

As he lay dying, the executioner Kaslan picked up the piece of wood from the ground and brought it to his mouth.

"Biting," the iceberg pulled the whip on his hand and said coldly, "It will hurt." ”

Nicolas shook off his memories as he struggled to his feet from the floor, the Finishing Force beginning to tighten his muscles.

He looked at Kaslan, who was leaning on the weapon rack and vomiting blood, his face was painful, but he only felt more and more indignant in his heart.

"Talia," Nicolai said with a dismayed face, "your wife...... Is there anything you want me to bring to her?"

At that moment, Kaslan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"...... Talia"

Kaslan's eyes darkened, and he shook his head, "No." ”

"She's gone. ”

Nicola raised his head slightly, unable to hide his surprise: "How come? She's only forty ......."

Kaslan's aura began to weaken.

With difficulty, he raised his hand and wiped the blood from his chest.

The old man's face was gloomy, and he raised his trembling hand and carefully took out a piece of red silk cloth from his pocket.

"A year ago, she finally found out," Caslan looked at the red silk cloth with fascination, and slowly opened it as if it were a rare treasure: "Before I confessed to her, she found out: I am the same person I was back then......"

Kaslan's hand shook slightly: "The 'bandit leader' who robbed her family's convoy, killed her father, mother, and brother, and killed her entire family, but only missed a six-year-old girl." ”

Nicolas froze.

That's when Talia fell ill – even the best doctors couldn't find her cause. ”

Kaslan seemed to be more and more unable to control his hands more and more, but he still trembled, and lifted the red silk cloth in his hand inch by inch: "She is like that, lying on the bed every day and enduring extreme pain, withering day after day like the most beautiful flower. ”

"It was the hardest battle of my life - I would rather fight Sakel for thirty more rounds, two hundred sword fights with Shao, ten more lives with Sila Darkthunder, and twenty punches from Jasmine than face it," Caslan coughed violently, his face pained, "but I could only watch Talia die day by day, and try to explain to her that it was the king's order, and that it was my choice." ”

Kaslan finally opened the red silk cloth, and his eyes sparkled.

"At the last moment, Talia forced a smile on my face and told me that perhaps this was the will of the gods: she was destined to atone for my past. ”

Nicolai stared at the contents of the silk cloth in a daze.

It was an inconspicuous black stone.

On the stone, two small figures are engraved: a slightly larger one leads the other a slightly smaller one.

The villain is carved crookedly, extremely rough, basically a limb with lines under a circle.

It's obviously a child's play.

But Kaslan looked at the stone obsessively, and the tremor in his hand grew bigger and bigger: "Finally, I held her almost weightless body and asked myself: What is the meaning of your life, Castle Rumba, who shook the earth?"

There was a sound of mopping in the distance—Mielke dragging his impaled thigh, crawling toward him in one fell swoop.

Kaslan's eyes were miserable, and he smiled feebly at Mielke crawling in, "There was a moment when I began to hate Nunn. ”

"Until a few months ago, Nunn's last son died in the stars," the old man shook his head, and every word he said was mixed with a lot of blood oozing from his mouth and nose: "Looking at the sunset that day, I suddenly felt sorry for him: we all lost everything we cherished, and half of our life's efforts were wiped out overnight. ”

"That once-high-spirited Prince Walton has finally fallen into a strange circle that he has weaved, and has fallen into the fate of the Lords of Exeter, and he cannot get out, and he is as miserable as my brothers and nephews. ”

Nicolai ripped off a piece of clothing, tied his injured shoulder, gritted his teeth, and said, "Idiot." ”

Mielke climbed to Nicolai's side and joined him in a stunned look at his old boss.

"At that moment, it was like a fire burning in my chest, and the pain was inexplicable, and I don't know why," Kaslan's voice became smaller and smaller: "However, when King Nun sent someone to me to succeed me as the Grand Duke of the Black Sands, I suddenly understood what that fire was. ”

Kaslan's eyes lit up, and he pressed the stone in his palm.

"I don't hate him anymore, but it's not over yet. ”

"What Nunn and I started all the time," Kaslan struggled, tears welling up in her eyes, "it's not over yet. ”

"What Nun can't do, what Nun can't give up, what Nun doesn't dare to face," Kaslan coughed violently, his face turned pale, and he shuddered, "It's up to me to make it happen for him...... Be faithful to him. ”

"That's what the rest of my life is all about. ”

Mielke looked at him in disbelief.

Nicolas pressed his shoulders and hung his head without saying a word.

Only the fists are constantly tightened.

Right now.

"Boss. ”

Mielke, who was lying on the ground, spoke in a low voice.

"When you know that you are betraying him, betraying Your Majesty by doing this," Mielke's expression was sad and painful, and his words were staccato: "What does it feel like?"

Nicola couldn't help but glance at Michael.

Kaslan rolled his eyes, which were becoming cloudy.

He grinned and asked rhetorically, "Did I betray him?"

Mielke froze.

Silent.

"That's right. ”

"I thought about it, Thorn. The old man's eyebrows twitched.

Nicolai looked up and looked at Kaslan with a complicated expression.

Kaslan's eyes slowly drifted, and the corners of his mouth no longer vomited blood.

"Your name for the Finishing Power," Caslan squeezed out a smile as she looked at the ceiling and whispered, "Why don't you call it ......"

"Fate. ”

Nicolas and Mielke both paused slightly.

"Hey," after a second, the Meteorite snorted disdainfully, "What the hell is this......"

"Da-da!" a small voice came, choking Nicola's words in his throat.

Nicolas and Mielke shuddered.

The stone, with the two little figures carved into it, had just rolled off Caslan's hand.

The two turned their heads slowly.

I saw that the legend of the White Blade Guard, the earth-shaking Kaslan Rumba, was lying quietly on the weapon rack with his eyes closed, silent, and unresponsive.

Mielke looked at Kaslan, who was no longer moving, and his expression was stunned.

The silence lasted for several seconds.

Until Nicollet slowly reached out and grasped the stone in his hand.

On the back of the stone, a typographical sentence is crookedly engraved:

Caslan Protector Talia

Nicolai's eyes flickered, and he turned his head sharply, clenching the stone in his palm.

"Boom!"

The Starfall gritted his teeth and kicked the weapon rack beside him.

He lay back, turned his head away from Mielke and Kaslan, and scratched his face, his breath slightly thick, his chest heaving.

". Nicolai whispered indistinctly.

The brazier that had just been lit was burning brighter and brighter.

In the arsenal, two middle-aged men fell to the ground, silent.

At their side, the warriors of their twilight years fell into a deep sleep.

No more waking up.

? I really want to say that I have been preparing for the college entrance examination for the past two days, so I have stopped changing, but I am afraid of being beaten by readers......

? ? So......

? ? Hey, you can help me think of a reason.

? ? By a swordless with a serious face

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