The Legend of Fatality

The sword of the knight of Burtania shone in the desert sunshine, marking a scarlet pattern on the dim attacker, passing through the attacker's flowing black robe, and tearing the quilted armor below. The swarthy man yelled in pain, put down his machete, and tried to plug the intestine that came out of his belly cut with a long sword.

The Burtanians mercilessly hit the Al-Ebain's face with the hilt, broke his nose, and knocked the spiked helmet off his head. The slave warrior fell down, face down into the sand, and a gray dust flew up on him.

Duke Aquitaine shook the blood on his sword, glaring at his remaining enemies. The Elbe people in black robes circled him like a pack of jackals, fingered the blade of the scimitar, and cursed and cursed in their mouths.

Duke is thankful that he does not understand the dialects of Al-Eba as his monarch King Charles. If he can understand it, he may be unhappy that these pagan killers curse his words.

The Elba people called him "the sword of the eagle" in the dialect of the slave warrior, pronounced "Ennasu-Saif". This is the title that the Duke won after a year of **** battles defeating the army of Jaffar, the magic kingdom of El Urba, sent to Istania.

After the army of Burtania came to the desert of El Albay, and launched an expedition to the land of the French King, this is the name of an El Albayan who only whispers in fear.

Ennasu-Saif showed a terrible scene surrounded by bare sand dunes, and the attackers chose these barren sand dunes to hide their ambush. The knight was wearing a full body armor, and every inch was wrapped in steel armor. Because the blade of a slave warrior cut through his coat and cape, he had only bare armor left.

The nested armor adopts the best Burtanian style, each armor is carved with gorgeous, gold-plated edges. Ennasu-Saif has always believed that when death comes to a person, his death should be announced. He made sure that those who died in battle with him knew that their killer was not an ordinary farmer or kingdom knight.

The magnificent armor of the Burtanians is now agglomerated by dirty fighting, and a mass of blood and gravel is stuck to it. Blood dripped from the breastplate. Blood came from the knight's own horse. King Margarita gave the Duke the courageous battle of Palomo, died noble, and when he still had the strength to protect his master with his body, it refused to fall.

The Elbaby crossbow on its neck was not enough to shoot the horse. Its throat was torn by a sharp slave warrior's scimitar blade, making its courage start to shake. Ennasu-Saif felt the loss of his strong horse as painful as his arm was amputated.

The death of such a noble animal made him feel a kind of cold anger, sowing the seeds of fear in the hearts of his enemies. When they attacked him, there were more than a dozen Al-Ebai people. There are now six people prostrate at his feet, and the rest are trembling.

Perhaps, in their view, it is time to retreat and look for prey that is more easily looted. There is no doubt that the leaders in black robes who were ambushed were under great pressure to maintain command of the slave warriors. Starting

When the two cloaked Al Erbai people argued with each other, Ennasu-Seiff listened to their quarrel, and everyone had their own ideas about how to win in the predicament.ァ 新 ヤ ~ ⑧ ~ 1 ~ 中文 网 ωωω.χ ~ ⒏ ~ 1zщ.còм

Duke looked back and studied the situation of other robbers while they were breathing temporarily. When he did this, the Duke felt his eyes were drawn to the top of a distant dune. A lone rider stood on the sand dunes, watching the battle end.

From such a distance, Ennasu-Saif did not recognize the knight, although most of the armor style he was covered by the black robe showed that he was not a slave warrior, but a knight. When Ennasu-Saif stared at the distant figure, a chill spread across his body.

The veteran who has participated in hundreds of battles, the hero of the siege of Rashko, the killer of the earth dragon, the Duke never felt the feeling of fear and evil when he stared at the knight, he even had a certain illusion In the air behind the knight, the illusion of crows and skulls appeared.

The Duke looked away from this strange bystander, forcing his attention back to the slave warriors around him. "Just pay attention to the evil in front of you." This old folk proverb somehow left a deep impression on the noble's mind, enough to explain the profound truth.

No matter what threats the black armor knight on the sand dune, whatever the cause of the evil felt by the Duke. If he is going to die on the blade of his current enemy, he need not worry.

The two Elba leaders continued their argument, and each tried to overpower the other. The other slave fighters looked back anxiously at the two leaders, not knowing which of them would win, and were reluctant to continue attacking Ennasu-Saif until they were ordered.

Ennasu-Saif noticed the violent tone of the chiefs. They are not familiar with each other and do not respect each other. They seemed to be a pair of bandits, temporarily united with their gang, and are now arguing about the losses caused by the knights to their followers.

This idea disappeared when he noticed that the voice of a leader wearing a cloak had a familiar characteristic. A sense of familiarity that made the Duke's blood boil.

There is at least one Ai Erbai people who are not Ai Erbai people at all!

'S mouth widened, and an angry roar came out. As a knight, all the virtues he possessed were repulsed by the betrayal he now suspects, and his stomach was tight with anger.

Ennasu-Saif held the sword tightly, ignoring the light wounds caused by the dead enemies, and crossed Palomo's body and rushed into the enemies' panic. The Al-Eba people were unprepared for the sudden attack, just like the hunter was taken aback by the suddenly attacked prey.

One of the attackers was knocked down by his horse and his collarbone shattered. The other attacker collapsed to the ground screaming and his arm was cut off from his elbow. Before others could stop him, Palomo had run along the side of a dune, and although the sand under his boots kept moving, he kept his pace.

The enemies of the Duke screamed in panic, thinking that the Burtanians wanted to escape. They spread out and scrambled to surround the fully equipped knight. But running away is the last thing Ennasu Saif wants to do.

After he confirmed that the slave warriors had accepted his fake actions, the Duke turned around and rushed directly to the two chiefs. He prayed to the lady Liming, begging her to let him try the traitor he heard with a familiar accent.

The two leaders saw Enasu-Saif turn to them and were staggering back. A man in a black robe withdrew a machete from his belt. The other person was the focus of Enasu-Saif's anger. He drew a completely different weapon from the scabbard hidden under the scabbard. That was the knightly sword of the knight of Burtania.

It is natural for this person to have such a sword. When he was arguing with the chief of Al-Eba, the man slipped and began cursing in Burtanian. He had an accent in Aquitaine's voice.

Ennasu-Saif rushed to the two accomplices with a fierce lion-like force. The positive Al Erbai first approached him, confronted him, and then waved his lightning-fast scimitar at him. The Duke wielded his long sword like a ball, and blocked the curved blade, and then waited until the chief made a mistake.

When the moment came, the Duke was ready. The chief's hand was twisted to the side by mistake. The angle of his scimitar swing was very poor. The duke lifted the sword with both hands. The sword crossed the defense of the scimitar and penetrated into the chest of the Elba.

Ennasu-Saif pushed the dying chief off his sword and turned to face the long sword of another conspirator. In the duel between the duke and the chief, the traitor from Burtaniya once hesitated to escape.

From the crack of the faceplate, the Duke could see the look of horror on the man's face. For the Erba people, Ennasu-Saif is a warrior like myth and legend, endowed with various mysterious abilities. The Burtanians know the Duke of Aquitaine better. He knows that his swordsmanship is not mysterious, but he also knows how clever this kind of swordsmanship is.

The Duke encountered the attack of the traitor. He blocked the traitor's sword between his handle guard and the blade. Using the lever principle of the strong blade and the weak blade, he skillfully turned it to the side with his own weapon. Then a puncture pierced the traitor's throat.

The sword fell from the injured man's hand, and his body fell to his knees. Ennasu-Saif reached forward and ripped off the face shield from the knight's face. He glared at the face, and he recognized who the face belonged to, it was Sir Stryker.

The Duke stood there silently, silent, and he was stunned by the discovery. Sir Stryker was the father of Queen Henryetta, a vassal of Baron Huguenot de Naval! A vassal of the queen ’s father conspired with the robbers of Al-Erba ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This conspiracy is only possible It was a deliberate murder of the Duke!

But who dares to order such a villain? Who dares to make such an evil decision? With King Charles assuming the throne, who dares to make such a thing?

Why?

Duke was terrified and did not notice that the wounded chief crawled towards him painfully on the sand. He was still staring at Sir Stryker's lifeless face, when the Elba's dagger stabbed over and thrust into the back of his knee.

Ennasu-Saif turned around and kicked the dying chief with his armored boots, smashing his face. This time, the Duke decided to completely guarantee the death of his enemies, and the tip of his sword pierced the man's heart.

As he thrust the sword into the opponent's chest, the Duke found himself dizzy. The chief's wound on him was small, and the damage was very slight, but the poison on the Arab's dagger was not. He found himself unable to pull the sword from the chief's chest.

After a while, he could no longer stand and fell to the sand. His breathing was difficult, and the blood in the blood vessels seemed to be flowing more and more slowly. With dim eyes, he saw other slave warriors surrounding him, and even if Death reached out to grab him into its bottomless pit, they remained alert to him.

The Duke can see the dunes in the distance. When his vision began to darken, he noticed that the knight that made him feel evil was gone.

Maybe the man was an illusion after all, the Duke thought. Perhaps it was only a sign of his doom.

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