The Legend of Fatality

A cool wind blew through the long grass, making the plain beneath the mountain like a sea of ​​strange green waves. Farmers in Aquitaine believe that the land of Camran has been contaminated and cursed by the monsters who sprinkled their rotten blood there. No lord has ever allowed farmers to work on this land, nor has a lord allowed farmers to graze on this land.

Even the tomb of Duke Roland, the greatest hero of Aquitaine, a knight sipping from the Holy Grail, failed to quell superstition. The tomb of Duke Rowland has been built, and his holy spirit can protect Camranfield, making it the ultimate residence of the Holy Grail Knight, to resist any lingering evil.

Sir did not see anything terrible. He looked down at the grave of Duke Roland from the larger cemetery on the top of the hill, feeling only a kind of peace and tranquility. It was a broad mausoleum, and the white marble walls formed a sharp arch above the heavy stone door, which sealed the entrance to the cellar.

Walls and doors are decorated with carvings of the Holy Grail and lilies, which are the sacred symbol of the knight of Burtania. Wisps of ivy crawled across the grave, with red flowers and green leaves in stark contrast to the cold, rustic stones.

Sir Lotel could feel a calm atmosphere emanating from the owner of the grave, which was a feeling of comfort, and seemed to be making fun of his inner tension. He did not understand the fears of the peasants. He found that this ancient battlefield was a quiet and lonely place where one could think alone, temporarily forgetting the heavy burden of status, honor and family.

Sir Lotel sat on a grave, listening to the wind blowing in the overgrown graveyard. If Camranfield was abandoned, then the cemetery on the mountain was completely abandoned. The tombs in the ring-shaped stone circle built for the knights who died in battle with the Duke of Blood Eagle were abandoned.

There is no soothing hand to take care of the tomb, only the wind and rain stare relentlessly. Most tombstones are left with a broken stone, and any name on it is erased by the power of nature. Larger monuments collapsed and lay in the weeds like broken giants. Their former elegance and beauty have been obliterated by history. Sometimes, on a weather-beaten stone, the rotation of an iris flower, or the neck of a broken holy grail, can be resolutely resisted by the corrosion that is trying to destroy them.

Only one monument has survived the ravages of time. Huge white marble columns tower high above the cemetery. At the top of it is a bronze statue of a knight riding a horse, and the long tail of the war horse serves as the third support for the giant statue. The knight's armor was gorgeous and outdated, and the helmet's visor hung down, covering his face. The knight's right arm was raised high, holding a bare sword in his hand. His other hand was tightly protected by a huge kite shield. There is no pattern on the shield, only the name of the battlefield is written on it, among them Rashko and Margarita. The last battle written on the shield was Camranfield.

This monument gives a kind of magic, its structure is interwoven with some kind of magic, so that it can withstand all kinds of wind and rain. Sir Lotel could feel the strange vibration from the monument. The dull buzzing sound from the monument seemed to be in his mind, like a cold finger poked on his chest. This is a kind of magic, not as quiet as the Duke of Roland ’s cemetery, but it is a kind of magic with the same purpose, trying to appease and rest the dead.

Sir The first time Sir Lothal came to this cemetery was when he was a child, and he and his cousins ​​played on the battlefield, he hid among the tombstones. The strange power of that place impressed him at the time; it made him remember. He was used to forgetting his game, just sitting there staring at the marble monument for a few hours. He found that he still recovered this habit easily.

Who is the knight who was awarded such a monument? This is a question that Lotaire often wants to know. There is no inscription on the pillar to name the statue, only a sword carved on the surface of the pillar. Lothal sometimes wondered whether this statue represented anybody, maybe it was just an abstract work of a sculptor.

Somehow, Lotel always believed that the statue had a real origin. Lothal raised his head and looked at the bronze statue riding on his thick horse, and he could almost see the knight leaping forward into the battlefield, bringing justice to the enemies of Burtania.

A sculptor's whimsical work cannot give it such a realistic life force. In the past, there must have been a person who participated in all these battles and fought against the authoritarian princes and the army of Ai Erbai. When he returned from the expedition in Ai Erbai, he continued to serve the just King Charles, and against the brutal Duke of Blood Eagle with the king's army. The last battle engraved on the shield clearly shows that Camranfield is the knight's last battle. No matter who he is, he has not survived the battle to destroy the vampire.

Lotel felt that childish curiosity again. He stood up from his seat and walked towards the pillar, his hands pressed tightly against the cold marble. He smiled, shook his head, and began to lean forward. When he was a child, sometimes he believed that he could hear the sound when he put his ear on the pillar ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Several times, he put his ear on the stone and asked the statue in a low voice Hope to hear an answer.

The sound of an armored boot hitting a tombstone made Lotel leave the post. The blood feud between Lancaster and Toulouse flashed through his mind instantly, and he instinctively clenched the hilt. After leaving his attendants in the castle of the Duke of Gales, he realized that he was a tempting target for any killer sent by Count Robert de Toulouse.

A knight in black armor and gray robe stood alone between the graveyard. He did not carry a shield, but a thick iron rod was tied to his belt. The mask on the knight's big helmet was put down, covering his face. In fact, the only characteristic of the knight is the black crow embroidered on the coat. As the Black Knight approached Sir Lothar slowly, he exuded a deep power. This is a strange feeling, both comforting and evil. Sir Lotaire has been holding his sword.

"Please forgive me for taking the liberty." The black knight grunted. He pointed the plain below with a heavily armed finger. "When I prayed in front of the tomb of Duke Rowland, I thought I saw someone moving among the graves on the mountain. I was worried that grave robbers or ghouls were bothering the dead. I would not take this kind of thing lightly.

"You don't need to worry, Mr. Knight," Lotel replied, his voice still with doubt. "I am here just to enjoy the loneliness of this place. I have no intention to offend the dead"

The black knight lowered his head to apologize. "I didn't mean to offend you, Sir Lottel-Du Lancaster. When I saw who was in the grave, I realized my mistake."