Vol 2 Chapter 210: Code: Dragon Blood

Chapter 210 Code: Dragon Blood
Everyone else stared at the horrible black hole in Raphael's arm and listened to the black prophet's voice in his ear, completely unresponsive.
Tyres’s thoughts stopped at the mark on Rafael’s hand and the thing under him that didn’t know what the ghost was. The little slicker grabbed his arm and shivered, not looking at the black hole. A glance.
Wye's face was ugly in front of Tyres, unconsciously holding down the single-edged sword at the waist, Rolf's expression was hidden under the half mask, but his twitching brows explained everything.
Cohen's eyes widened and he was shocked to see the strange look of the old friend. Miranda stared at Rafael's arm and was breathing.
"Communication category: Flying squirrels," Raphael seemed to be weak. He straightened up pale and used his eyes to signal that others were a little bit sloppy, while talking to the strange black hole on his arm that other people could not understand:
"White gloves are bleeding, and the double-edged gun is broken."
Tyres slightly frowns: Is this a secret number?
Rafael’s voice fell and the cell suddenly fell silent.
Suddenly, the sharp teeth around the black hole suddenly squirmed.
Almost everyone breathed a little, and Wyah was so nervous that even the sword in her hand was squirted.
The next moment, the far-reaching but clear voice, with the black hole moving, came again from Raphael's arm:
"Who is there?" The voice of the Black Prophet was cold and cold.
Raphael looked up.
"The second prince, his entourage," Raphael's red eyes swept over the prince and the people behind him, and swept Cohen and Miranda, his eyes complex: "And the two I said before."
The black hole was quiet again.
"His Royal Highness," Raphael's breathing calmed down, and the weakness of the black hole just opened from his arm seemed to fade away: "Request to know 'Dragon Blood'."
Tyres endured the nausea of ​​the disgusting, sharp-toothed black hole—they’s tolerance for nausea increased greatly after he knew the blood magician—the prince took a breath and picked up Brows up and asks:
"What exactly is this?"
The inside of the black hole is invisible, only a darkness that is not at the bottom, but Thales knows that Rafael's arm or flesh is not inside.
Under the dim light, the prince looked at the black hole in disbelief and asked the doubts in everyone's mind: "That is... the voice of Morat?"
Raphael looked at him deeply and did not speak.
The one who answered him was the black hole that squirmed again.
"His Royal Highness," the hoarse voice came, but changed the object of the conversation: "Do you know who I am?"
Everyone's eyes turned to the second prince.
Raphael nodded to him and pointed the black hole in his arm at Tyres.
Tyres didn't look at the black hole, but closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He dismissed any distractions in his brain and forgot the unpleasant encounter in the Judith Hall.
"Of course, Lord Hansen," Tyres opened his eyes and calmly said to the black hole: "Impressive, not afraid or forget."
Others looked at this scene with different expressions.
The black hole was a squirm, and there was a sneer of Morat's hoarseness.
"Don't be nervous, Your Highness, I am not by your side," the black prophet's voice is like a poisonous snake, which makes people feel uneasy: "Of course, you can also treat me as you are - if this gives you peace of mind."

Tyres showed a sly and ugly smile.
Although he did not know whether the Black Prophet could see it.
"So, what do you want to know?" The Black Prophet slowed down.
"Fifteen minutes," Raphael said silently at the side: "Don't forget, their next visit."
What I want to know - Tyres pinched his fist and the brain ran quickly. The scene flashed in front of his eyes.
"Everything," he looked up, without hesitation: "About the action of Rumba, about the death of King Nun - I want to know everything that the Secret has."
There was laughter from eating in the black hole.
Cohen and Miranda looked at each other with a very uncomfortable expression.
"Okay," finally, the voice of the Black Prophet was bright, although it was still unpleasant: "Where should I start?"
Tyres did not speak, he was waiting for Morat.
"Well, there is a good time," the black prophet at the end said softly: "The Year of Blood."
When I heard the noun again, Taylors only felt that his heart was beating again.
Miranda and Raphael looked up and silently looked at each other and read the emotions that only understood each other.
"In the most difficult time of the stars, the Earl of a black sand collar brought the national book of Exeter, or the declaration of war," the voice of the Black Prophet was as humiliating as ever, but surprisingly calm: "The one The Earl has just made a name for himself in the North - he followed the traditional and cruel Northland archeology, crossed the body of his brother, and seized the right to inherit the Black Sand Grand Duke."
Tyres felt the little slicker clutching his hand slightly tight.
"When he said Nunn's request to the entire court, when the war between the dragon and the stars was unavoidable," Morat's words continued: "The first king detained the Exeter's ambassador - The identity of the black sand collar heir, presumably suitable as a bargaining chip."
Tyres slightly pinched, the story that Rumba told in the carriage, truncated on the day he sent the stars, but the prince did not think that he could actually hear the follow-up in the mouth of the black prophet.
Just listen to the Black Prophet and continue: "But a wise His Royal Highness, in conjunction with the investigation of the Secret Society, concluded that the purpose of Longyan City was to use our hands to kill Chaman Rumba - King Nunn probably hated him. A brother-in-law’s relatives."
Tyres's eyebrows: Your wise man?
"So, after some secret talks, Chaman Rumba succeeded in 'getting out of trouble' under his subordinate 'rescue'," the black prophet made a horrible laugh, as if enjoying this memory: "My Highness Didier told me He saw something unusual in the eyes of the young Earl of Lombard."
Midi comet.
Tyres extracted the name from his memory: the first eldest son and the king - Chu, his uncle.

Unusual?
Tyres brows slightly:
Do you mean Lombard’s hatred of Nunn VII, Walton and Longyan?

The coldness of Morat’s unrecognized emotions in the black hole seems to be ridicule and seems ironic.
"Every year, every grandfather of Exeter hates the man sitting on the throne, not necessarily Walton, not necessarily Lombard," the black prophet said hoarsely: "But why is Chaman alone? I think that His Highness Didier has his own reasons."
"A seed is buried like this and grows in the dark for twelve years," Morat seems to be feeling: "Although Midier has not seen it."
Tyre nerves are tight.
"Wait, the contact between Peru and Lombard began 12 years ago?" The second prince looked up in horror: "At the beginning, why didn't you stop him from assassinating Morar's plot to stop the war between the two countries? Crisis? There is also the Broken Dragon Fortress..."
His reaction was interrupted by the Black Prophet.
"Contact? You misunderstood," the hoarse voice in the black hole said: "Lombard has always been independent and free, and the Secret has neither bought nor controlled him: that is the least effective method."
"This is a tacit understanding."
"We haven't been in contact for twelve years, and we turn a blind eye to each other."
"But when the time came, we blinked from the crouching and saw each other in the boundless darkness."
The words of the Black Prophet became colder and colder. At that moment, Taylors even thought that the end of the black hole was a fierce beast that preyed.
No, it is a poisonous snake.
In the dimly lit cell, Tyres looked at the black hole in Raphael's hand and said nothing.
On the opposite side, Cohen sighed for a long time, and his face showed an unrelenting color.
"Damn conspiracy." The alert officer muttered.
No one cares about him, everyone is listening to the words of the Black Prophet:
"Since your appointment, your identity has been established, especially after you have been assassinated under the Broken Dragon Fortress..."
"The conspiracy of Lombard and Pfeiffer trying to break the monopoly of Walton's throne was revealed," Morat at the black hole said a cold laugh:
"The secret department knows that the time is up."
Tyres bit his lower lip and exhaled: "Since then, you know that Peyfer is doing it? Also know Lumba's plan?"
The black prophet sneered, but did not answer.
The answer to him is Raphael.
"No, we don't care about the truth and the details," the young man of the Secrets held his right arm and looked quietly at the black hole in his arm. "What we care about is very simple and very pure, that is, Eck. Sterling is not such a fact of iron casting.
"Yes, we are not only working with Lombard," Rafael lowered his head and whispered unclely: "We also provided him with the only help and the most crucial part of his plan."
Miranda looked at him fixedly, his face was unpredictable.
Taylor closed his eyes, swallowed a spit, and then spit out the word: "Disaster."
Rafael nodded.
"Just before your Highness sent you," Raphael looked up and all the emotions on his face disappeared: "A veteran gang associated with a magician has suffered a fierce defeat in the king.

"Because of this fiasco, the scourge of blood that has disappeared for many years is forced to reappear."
The black prophet's laughter came again.

Perfect time, perfect piece,
Morat sighed deeply and seemed to admire a piece of art:
There is a perfect executor.

"For Chaman Rumba, there is no better 'help' than this."
Taylor’s heart was cold.
He looked at the black hole slyly, his heart filled with complex emotions.
The black prophet’s laughter came again.
"We forged some small news," the master of the secret department said with interest at the other side of the black hole: "Throwing a semi-truthful bait is enough to lure the blood magician to the north."
"Rammon, I remember that the person who was looking for the blood bottle is him," said Taylor, who came back and realized: "So, he did not accidentally enter my team, is it?"
Raphael showed him a smile.
"In this way, the blood magician was introduced to Longyan City by us," the black prophet said faintly: "This piece completes the layout and only waits for qualified people to start it."
The little slippery hair whimpers out of fear - Tells knows what she thinks.
Qualified person... start...
Taylors remembered the scene where the black sword rushed to the blood magician without hesitation.
but.
"Introduction to Longyan City... Start?" Tyres muttered to himself.
Tyres clenched his fists.
His eyes flashed through the countless people in the shield, struggling, mourning, crying, and then unable to die of suffocation or falling into the hands of the scene.
He remembered that he and the little slippery ran away.
In every corner that they ran behind, there were countless corpses.
A few seconds later, Tyres exhaled a hard breath.
The streetscape of the shield appears in his mind.
Dirty roads filled with snow, ubiquitous broken trees, winding alleys, difficult gravel roads, behind the fence, the northern poor are rude and angry.
as well as……
And that moment, all this turned into a ruin scene.
People stared at their necks, watching the water evaporate from their eyes and mouth in fear, their limbs waving wildly, their faces twisted and congested, and everyone was struggling to tremble, trying to breathe a bit more air in the silent world.
The relatives cried, screaming, cursing hysterically, clutching each other in the drag of the monster-like tentacles, and eventually unable to fall into the of flesh and blood, no longer awake. Come.
Countless bodies fell in the ruins, cold hands and feet, and the remains were incomplete.
Kilika’s huge tentacles waved in the air, shattering a house and a body.
Tyres’s nails plunged into the trembling palms, almost bursting with the palm of his hand.
That is his way.
It was the road to death that he and the little slicker ran along.
"Is this your plan?" The prince muttered subconsciously: "Bring the disaster to the Dragon City and let it go crazy?"
The little slicker pouted and lowered his head in the corner, unable to see the expression.
"Let it..." Tyres shook his head and said: "Before you are sealed, kill all the living people you can see?"
Cohen frowned, and he closed his mouth, glaring at the opposite expression of Raphael.
"That's too..." The police officer gnashed his teeth uglyly. "The disaster tonight... are all secrets?"
Raphael looked up and looked at his old friend.
"The answer is wrong," the young man of the Peruvian shook his head, his face indifferent: "That was done by the disaster - we have no ability to erase a city from the map of Longyan City overnight."
Cohen spit out a dissatisfaction.
Tyles squeezed his fist and spit out a sigh of relief from his teeth: "But you brought disaster."
He jerked his head up and slammed his neck and joints, as if he wanted to vent his deep and nowhere to vent his resentment and anger. "You brought it to the North through Ramon." Go to Longyan City!"
Tyre's chest was ups and downs, trying to suppress his voice: "Do you see what the shield looks like, and see what it did?"
No one speaks in the dark.
Until the voice of the Black Prophet screamed again.
"Do you think that is our fault?"
"The secret of the secret?" Morat faintly.
Tyres stared at the black hole in Raphael's arm, his eyes motionless: "You want it to do this, isn't it?"

Let it bring disaster in Longyan City?

The black prophet sneered unceremoniously, coming from the unknown on that side.
"Wake up and wake up, it's a disaster!" Morat's tone was slightly elevated, and there seemed to be a hateful hatred in his tone: "Where they go, it will bring disaster!"

Do you think that they will become good citizens in Yongxing City?

Tyres snorted and his eyes were cold.
"Then you will bring it to Longyan City, so that you can implement your plan, your conspiracy?" He bit his teeth: "Use it as a weapon, as equipment, as a chess piece?"
The black prophet laughed again.
This time, his laughter was particularly embarrassing.
"Then you should be more fortunate, little prince."
"Fortunately, the Secret Society also has the ability to control the terrible chess pieces of the disaster of blood," Morat said coldly, as if there were years of hard ice in the words: "With a small price, let this evil end forever in the dragon." Yucheng."
"Not one day," the voice of the Black Prophet came coldly and ended the question: "Let you cry and cry, see our Yongxing City, under the murderous madman's hand - become a ruin ""
Morat’s voice fell.
The silence and silence were restored in the cell.
Taylor looked at the black hole.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered what Jod did said to him in the Judith Hall not long ago.
[What is really terrible and fearful is not the scourge. 】
Taylors remembered the indifferent face of Eichda, and remembered the expression of Giza's laughter.
[It is our own. 】
In the next second, the faces of the two magicians were replaced by another one - Morat Hansen's pleated face and his dead eyes.
[It is the ordinary people of us who will fall into what it is for the existence of so-called disasters, what kind of corruption will be destroyed, and what limits will be sacrificed. 】
Taylors let go of his fist.
He sighed silently.
He looked at the other people again: Raphael bowed his head slightly, his face was hidden in the shadows, Miranda frowned, and without a word, Cohen bit his teeth, his eyes were extremely complicated.
"Chess?" Tyres slowly lowered his head.
The second prince only felt confused in his mind.
The tiredness that has not been seen for a long time is back to him.
He felt very tired.
"Do you take that kind of ... as a chess piece?" The voice of Thales looked very tired and filled with deep sorrow: "What gave you this confidence, thinking that you can control the legendary disaster, control Those forces that destroy the land?"

Even if it almost slaughtered civilians in a city in Longyan City?

Raphael turned his head and glanced at him.
"confidence?"
Raphael narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly.
"In all the recorded history, the powerful power, the terrible existence, and even the monsters that can crush the mainland between the thoughts are just a slap in the air, and the clouds of the blink of an eye."

No one has ever conquered everything with pure power,
Raphael raised his hand and ordered his head:
So you don’t have to be superstitious.

"In the face of a real powerhouse, even a disaster is nothing more than a pawn."
The tired, long-haired Teres, heard a slight glimpse.
Real powerhouse...
"This sentence," said Tyres, and he was suspicious: "Who told you?"
Rafael's eyelid jumped and he stared at Taylor.
But the young man still silently said: "My teacher."
Taylor's heart moved.
"Go ahead," Miranda said. Her cold voice was particularly prominent in the cell: "How do you use it, the disaster?"
The black prophet made another low-pitched laughter.
"Last night, we started the blood disaster as planned," Rafael took over the black prophet at this time: "Nouun Wang soon knew the news - there is a legend in his city. The monster is raging."
"This is all our work," Raphael looked around at the people around him, and his tone echoed the previous indifference: "Only to achieve two goals."
"First, lead and transfer away two powerful legendary anti-magic armed forces." He said coldly.
Cohen frowned slightly: "Leading? Leading from the disaster?"
Raphael looked at his old friend and revealed a mysterious smile.

No,
the youngster of the Secrets whispered:
From the side of King Nunn.

Tyres was a spurt, and he remembered the man with the gun and Nilailai when the black sword took him to the battlefield.
They are all, they are all deliberately led...
"A single shot can kill people and kill the soul, and the soul-breaking blade that can establish an absolute barrier," Raphael whispered. "They will all be the great obstacles for the assassin to solve Nunn."
"The second goal?" Miranda chilled out.
Raphael turned his head and looked at the female swordsman around him.
This time, there were more things in his eyes that could not tell the truth.
"Secondly, the same use of the disaster, the Nunn from the army and guards in the heavy encirclement, completely stripped." He looked at Miranda's eyes and continued.
"The more enemies, the stronger the blood magician - in order to deal with it, you must give up your number advantage," Raphael removed his gaze from Miranda's body and his eyes slowly focused: "Sure enough, Nunn Wang Ru, as we expected, waited for us to remind him, ordered the martial law city, evacuated the people, transferred the patrol team, and strictly prohibited the recruitment of militia."
The Black Prophet sighed on the other side of the black hole, and Tyres heard: It was a sincere sigh.
"In the past three decades of rule, King Noon has never been as fragile as last night, away from the military and armed protection," Rafael whispered: "The rest of the matter can be handled by Lombard."
His voice fell.
The silence was restored in the cell.
Cohen, who couldn’t help it anymore, opened his mouth incredulously.
"That is, is the truth of the disaster coming to Longyan City?" The police officer bit his teeth, remembering the big belt that was so hearty, hate the voice: "So many people have died? Pay so much for the price... Just for this?

Raphael interrupted him.

It’s hard to bring disasters to Longyan City, of course, it’s impossible to make it so naive,
said the youngster’s cold-eyed cry:
Our goal is clear from the beginning – Lombard’s rebellion ""
Cohen bowed his head and his fists were pinched and his expression was not recognized.
The words of the Black Prophet reappeared at this time:
"With the help of a grandfather of Exeter, we overturned the throne of the king."
"For the first time in history, a North Dagong killed the incumbent king."
"Nakaru’s co-administration vows have never been subjected to such serious trampling."
Tyres felt that the little slick behind him shrank slightly, not knowing whether it was fear or pain.
"Exeter will be in an endless mess."
"The tyrannical dragon's blood sprinkled on the north, dying, and the dragon's wing fell into the ground, and it couldn't be able to rise," Morat sighed as if recalling the lingering years of the past:
"This is the secret year from the year, from the idea of ​​His Highness, Midi, and the secret plan that the Secret has been preparing for the past 12 years."
"Code: ‘Dragon Blood’.

(The lying trota out of the Juggernaut to the treasure! I don't say anything, arrogant cool hanging fried days! - Unfortunately, I have no money.)
Recently, the book review area is desolate.
Probably I wrote so well, so that everyone nodded after reading it, the male silent woman tears.
Well, it must be like this.
if not……
That must be because the most recent text is from the dog code of the next door neighbor.
By a serious face without a sword
(End of this chapter)