Vol 2 Chapter 390: Chain of power

Chapter 390 Chain of Power
"Don't worry, the rest of the team will not come back tonight because of all sorts of things."
The fast rope lay on the bed and squatted on the wrist that had just been sore because of the fierce struggle.
"I want to guess, it is Dean who deliberately led them away. The goal is you."
A broken animal lamp illuminates the mercenary's cabin. Dean's body has been covered with coarse cloth, lying quietly in the ground, while Tyres sits on the ground, leaning against the corner, without warning. Looking at the fast rope on the bed.
After a long while, Tyres, who managed to sort out the clues, whispered:
"What is going on here? Why, why are you..."

What happened?
The fast rope put his hands on the back of his head and looked at the mottled ceiling:
It’s what you see.

"I always thought that except for some elderly people in Longyan City, no one would know the news that I am alive."
The fast rope screamed at the body covered with coarse cloth:
"Until this guy appears."
His tone is still relaxed, as if there is no cloudy day.
"The darkroom is always pervasive, right?"
"My father and Suril didn't like Ms. Kashan, so I also respected her."
Thales glanced at Dean on the ground.
He subconsciously squeezed his fists.
"I don't understand," he turned to the fast rope and asked the biggest doubt: "Your hair color, your Commas accent, and age..."
The fast rope sneered out.
"Do you know that Commas is a magical place, with different city-states, diverse ethnic groups, and strange customs," the former prince exclaimed:
"And on the route they opened, the Sant Islands in the southwest of the mainland produced a magical dye. The local tribes used it to dye and even apply makeup. It won't fall for a month. I just need to worry about the roots. ......"
Tyres looked at the fast rope and swayed his red hair and frowned.
"As for the accent and age..."
"Maybe you didn't find it yourself, Prince of the Stars," the fast rope turned his head and smiled at Tyres. "But I heard that you have been in the north for six years, but now you have a full North accent, and You don't look much like a simple fourteen-year-old boy."
He arched his shoulders.
Taylors bowed his head in silence.
"Is it all fake?"
The Star Prince asked in an uncomfortable mood: "From the great desert, the fast rope that tells jokes, the fast rope that fights with everyone, the fast rope that fights for the rights of the dead companions, and even the fast rope that can't write... You Has been acting?"
The face of the fast rope dimmed.
"No," he put his hands on his face, "not all fake."
"You know, when a pampered and disheartened prince walks out of the castle, he first notices that the outside world is actually not so beautiful."
The inferior lights slowly dimmed and the room turned black again.
Taylors did not move.
"So, when the idiot prince arrived at Commas and arrived at the first afternoon of the 'Thousands of the Capital' of Warri, he was deceived with little savings - by the way, the black trail Three hundred gold coins are really expensive – they have to sell themselves to a long-distance ship, start a maiden voyage that he never dreamed of, and open an unprecedented chapter in his life.

The fast rope is dull: "In six years, he abandoned a lot and learned a lot."
Having said that, the fast rope snorted softly.
"When I first went out to sea, the sailor was a temper, and he always pointed to the rope that was not fastened or should be loosened, yelling at me: ‘Come on! Rope!’

His tone is full of emotion: "In this way, I got the first nickname in my life."
Tyres still leans heavily against the corner.
Until the next sentence of the fast rope, with a slight low:
"Not the ‘born king’ of what shit.

Tyres frowned.
He suddenly remembered King Nunn, but found that in any case, it is difficult to connect him with this optimistic and open-minded, but complex and fast-track.
"What kind of nickname would you get, Tyres, have you thought about it?"
The fast rope suddenly asked with interest: "Adventure King? Hostage King?"
Taylors came back and sighed slightly: "Moral..."
"Ah, I know."
In the darkness, the sound of the fast rope is slightly ups and downs, with a slight sigh: "Muscle King."
The giggling of the fast rope re-sounded.
Taylors did not respond.
Until the laughter of the fast rope slowly descended.
"why."

Six years ago,
Taylors asked hoarsely:
Why leave.

This time, the room was silent for a long time.
The fast rope sighed softly, like a prisoner who was judged and prepared to face the fate.
"This question, in the first few years, I asked myself countless times."
The sound of the fast rope stunned: "Every time the answer is different."
"But in the last two or three years, the answer has gradually become clear."
In the darkness, he slowly sat up, a pair of clear scorpions flashing in the moonlight:
"Because this is my choice."
Taylor's breathing is getting faster.
What King Chaman had said to him, his comments on Morar, all came to mind.
Everything that I experienced six years ago is also like a flashback yesterday.
"Can you just go so irresponsibly?"
Tyres clenched his teeth unconsciously: "Leave your country, your people, your loved ones..."
The silhouette of the fast rope in the moonlight shook slightly.
"Do you know how much your loss has caused the entire Longyan City to suffer? You know, your waywardness almost made the two countries meet with each other, and there are countless deaths and injuries? You know, your decision let me, let Lombard, let What kind of fate is Selma facing your father, Nunn Wang?"
At that moment, Tyres seemed to return to the burial chamber of the Fuxing Palace, and the voice of the heavy and majestic, faint and powerful.
[Destiny will help you prepare]
In the past six years, blood, death, betrayal, murder, politics, helplessness and powerlessness, nothing to do and regret, if this is the fate of the prince...
Tyres’s mood is getting more and more chaotic.
In the face of fate, this person in front of me is...
"how is he?"
"My father." The fast rope hoarsely interrupted, and Tyres did not know whether he was embarrassed or unwilling: " Six years ago, when he was dying... How?"
Taylors glimpsed.
Nuen VII.
The king of nature.
The indifferent old man who rubbed the ring.
"Over the years, I have heard rumors, but you are there, Tyres," the fast rope faintly, with a faint trembling in his voice:
"where are you."
For a time, there were only two people in the house breathing.
Taylors was silent for a while.
Dragon blood.
The night six years ago was really unforgettable.
"I don't know how to describe it, but then..."
Finally, Tyres sighed and slammed the sudden surge.
"He is not bad, Nunn still maintains the domineering and majesty of the king of nature."
He tells the past to the fast rope, just like telling his son's story to a son who doesn't go home all the year round:
"At that time, he had just punished the city of Sui Zhao, and integrated the power of other Dagong. The black sand collar is not in the words."
Tyres contemplatively said: "And he has weathered the crisis of disaster, witnessed the return of the Queen of the Sky, is thinking about some lessons to the disaster of breaking his toys."
The prince lost his emotions: "He even has no plans to plan the future of Walton and Longyan."
And... the future of the Star Prince.
The fast rope smiled.
"Oh, it's still the same." His tone was quite nostalgic, but with a lingering overflow.
"Take everything in your hands."
Tyres nodded.
"This is him before his death, the last King of Nuen," the prince said hard. "Until..."
He did not say anything more.
"Is it."
Fast rope took his words and his tone was unknown.
Tyres sighed: "Don't worry, everything happens very quickly. In a flash, he didn't feel any pain, he died."
Two seconds of silence.
"Is it."
The fast rope leaned against the wall and hugged the knee: "What about Dragon City?"
Taylor's breathing is a stagnation.

Really?
The prince asked with a touch of grievance:
Do you ask me?

"The disaster has come to the shield area, and the queen of the sky battles to the morning, and the dead and wounded pillows... After the death of the king, the rumors began, the order was chaotic, and the army of the black sand collar entered the city day and night, and met with the Brisbane knife," Taylors took a deep breath. It’s like listening to a stranger telling a strange story:
The White-Blade Guard lost a lot, and Nie Lai took the last man’s hand to fight back.

The tone of Tyres is getting more and more urgent.
"Lombard once occupied the Yingling Palace. The five grandfathers held each other's future and life in the hall of heroes. They pressed the hilt and saw the life and death. The grandfathers of Ronnie and Ole, even had their swords, and planned to die with Lombard. ""
"Casslan, Myrk... countless people are dying in the tug of war."
Every time he said a word, the shadow of the fast rope trembled.
"Finally, Selma - I mean that Alex Walton is under the pressure of the top, and with their unwilling eyes, it is difficult to succeed."
In the end, Tyres glared at his eyes and stared at the figure on the board:
"Under countless pairs of hateful eyes, Chaman Rumba wears a crown. In the sword rain, he stepped on countless bones and crowned him into a king. It was Chaman I."
The fast rope exhaled a heavy breath.
"In the past six years, Longyan City has been turbulent and turbulent, and the qualifications of the female prince have been deeply questioned. The vassals are very contradictory. The king is not good-willed. The princes are stunned. As for me, as hostages and chess pieces, they are trapped in death. There, until now."
"This is the answer you want."
"Are you satisfied?"
Tyres said coldly: "Molar Walton, who evaded responsibility and caused all this."
The fast rope has not been said for a long time.
Until a full ten seconds later.
"So this is the answer, thank you." Fast rope answered weakly.
"I regret that."
Tyres clenched his eyes.
"You are sorry?"
The Star Prince sneered: "That is your country, your city, your hometown."
"And you are 'very sorry'?"
The fast rope shook his head.
"Tells."
His tone is a bit low.
"When you say to Dean, you don't want to ask so much, just think that I will disappear forever, I thought, you will at least understand some."
The fast rope seems to have lost something. His tone is listless, but there is an unspeakable mourning.
Taylors took a deep breath: "If you were still six years ago - well, I mean, if you have escaped the assassination, at least choose to go back to Longyan City..."
The fast rope jerked up!
"There will be no change!"
He is cold and authentic.
Taylors stunned.
"It's still the same, conspiracy, tricks, politics, interests..." The fast rope almost screamed and said: "No matter what Long Yucheng or Exeter, no matter what Lombard or Walton, nothing has changed."
Taylor looked at him with a sly look.
"Of course I know that death and injury are heavy and costly."
The fast rope is sad to say: "This is the struggle for power."
"You accuse me of escaping and bring disaster."
"But how do you know that I am staying in the position of the Grand Duke of Longyan City and even the King of Exeter, will the number of killed people be less than now? The calamity will be smaller than now? The crimes committed will be better than now. Now light? Longyan City will be lucky and safer than now?"
Tyres clenched his teeth.
"You don't know, Tyres."
The fast rope is cold and fluent:
"Do you think that the catastrophe and scourge of Longyan City, the turmoil and drastic changes of Exeter, is really only the conspiracy of Lombard, or my waywardness, or the father's loss?"
He straightened his waist from the wall.
"My father, the king of nature, when he was alive, trembled in the west, pressed the princes, and smashed the martial arts, pushing the majesty of the city to the top of the three generations, and confusing and obeying the country and the outside, and then only one unified Kester."
Fast rope tone cold:
"However, this is doomed to have become an enemy of some people - the enemy of the Dagong, the enemies of the aristocrats, the enemies of the Western countries, and even the enemies of the people who ruled them, even without the Lombard, no darkroom, no In the year, even if there is no Suril accident, no... no my departure, one day, these enemies will also have other faces and roles, such as Ronnie, Lecco, Tluedida, and even his most The man of trust is played by another group of people who are dissatisfied with him, and they come back to the throne of the Dragon City."
The enemy of King Nunn...
Thales meditates, in front of the dragon blood six years ago, those who are responsible for it: the black sand lord who was forced to desperate, the fickle Marquis of Commas, hidden in the dark darkroom, in the gutter The black market forces, and even the king of the stars.
Even the rising people like Grivo sneered at his king and dismissed it.
On the side of King Nunn... only half of his dragon city.
"The father died because of the failure of a certain policy, something unexpected, or someone’s stupid move." The tone of the fast rope was painful: "But because in this era, he climbed too high." Too many people want him to die."
Taylors stunned.
In countless days and nights, when he recalled the dragon's blood six years ago, what was found in his mind was Nuen's missteps, the sizzling of Rumba, the insidious darkroom, the secret of the secret, and the organs of the Dagong princes.
but……
"Between the extreme and the extreme decline, but a line apart."
"This is the general trend, Tyres," the tone of the fast rope is getting more and more urgent:
"After returning to the sea and recovering from danger, I will understand that history is not controlled by individuals who are as noble as ours and whose power is extraordinary, but by the unstoppable waves of the world, the unfathomable vortex, the vibration Thousands of miles of tides and trade winds are determined."
"If you stop the tide, then the strong warship will also be broken. If you sail by the wind, then the fragile seesaw can travel thousands miles. In front of it, even if the hero is unable to return to the sky, even if it is a grasshopper, Can also climb the top."
"Too many people only see one plot of intrigues, fight against each other, and heroes."
"But before the tide, the individual is too small. There are very few things we can do. No one can go against the trend and turn the tide. It is just the people we have for those who have surfaced at the end of the wave. illusion."
"Don't say it is my father, even if it is the resurrection of the king and the dragon rider, it is the same... even if the father succeeded in handing the throne to my hand." His tone shook slightly.
"I can see very clearly that no matter who sits on the throne, Long Yucheng is destined to be extremely prosperous. No matter who leads the dragon kingdom, Exeter will have a tide."
The fast rope stared silently at Tells.
"Like the blood of the kingdom that is circulating in you, like an empire that was once in a lifetime."
Taylors clenched his fists subconsciously.
"If things happened that year, you are still in Longyan City," the prince's voice sounded exhausted: "At least Longyan City can be stabilized, at least Lumba will be scrupulous, many people do not have to bear..."
The fast rope lowered his head.
"Do you think that Longyan City is turbulent and turbulent because of a female grandfather, is it a bad thing?"
He snorted like a smile.
"How do you know that if the dragon city at this time, after this King of Nunn, the enviable powerful forces are still inherited by an orthodox male descendant, still holding the authority of the king of nature, the new king And the old princes, the enemies in the dark and the bright face, will not deal with the dragons and the scorpions with the weight and wrists that are more terrible than now, like the ants that eat the insect corpses, and eat us only the remains. ?"
"Injuries and losses will not be more serious than now?"
Taylors lightly.
"Not to mention that I am not them, Tyres, I am not a father, I am not Suril, I am not my cousin - killing my brother's Chaman Rumba."
Fast rope sighs and sighs:
"As for sitting on the uncomfortable throne, day and night calculations, trying to make people become the coldest and most sad tool..."
He looked at Tyres in the dimly lit room and looked sad.
"That's not power, Taylors."
"It is a chain of power."
Haven't changed it yet, don't rush to see it.
In the past few days, I have tried to figure out the characters who have simulated five or six different Morar characters in succession.
I have a feeling: this chapter will still come back to revision.
(End of this chapter)