The Legend of Fatality

At the top of the mountain, the commanders of the Burtanian army watched the troops coming to support the open desert. Under the blazing sun of Al Eber, the knights saw the seemingly endless crowd of people rushing through the desert like a burning, still shaking with fear. The enemy's spears and spiked helmets shone in the sun, making the entire team look like a meandering river, advancing in the desert with a primitive force.

The knights instinctively set their sights on their leader, wondering if the indomitable Duke of Aquitaine finally found something that would scare him himself—an enemy force of unprecedented scale. The Duke narrowed his eyes and looked at the strange bronze cylinder, glancing at the El Auba army through its glass lenses. The Duke's expression was serious. It took several minutes before he put down the device in his hand and nodded solemnly.

"This is an amazing invention," the Duke said and returned the telescope to Baron Tarbit. The Baron Thabit was one of the knights of the Marnus Empire. He rode to join the Expeditionary Army of the Burtanians to fight against the French King Jafar. "The craftsmen in your country are really talented to create such a magical device!"

When the telescope was returned to him, the knight of the Marnus Empire bowed his head. Most of the people who participated in the expeditionary army of the Marnus Empire did not have much respect for the nobles of Burtania, regardless of their status. However, the Duke of Aquitaine was a Burtanian who won the respect of all in the war of the expedition to the magic kingdom of El Albay.

"It was made by a dwarf," Barté Tarbit admitted. "The engineers of the Marnus Empire have not yet learned to accurately remake them for ourselves." The baron's voice became more and more determined. "But we will make it," he swore.

"Your Majesty, what do you see through the glass?" A tall Aquitaine knight with gray-black hair asked.

The Duke turned around and raised his voice so that everyone could hear his voice. "The enemies are led by Megiri Bell. They march under the banner of the black scorpion."

His words caused anxiety for the knights who gathered together. Megiri Bell is one of the most efficient and brutal generals of the French King Jafar. After the Battle of Oasis, he earned the nickname "killing butcher". An expeditionary force was sent to occupy an oasis in a critical position. Megerie Bell allowed the knights to occupy the oasis, but only if his men had turned the water into wine.

In desperation and thirst, the knights had to resist repeated attacks by the slave soldiers, nomad cavalry, and archers of Megerie Bell. Tiredness and hunger wear out their resolve, and the expeditionary forces who entered the oasis were forced to drink this magic wine contaminated by magic power, neither humans nor horses could bear it.

When the Expeditionary Force could not resist, Megeri Bell attacked the Oasis for the last time and used his heavily armed slave fighters to kill the undefensible Burtanians. The knight of El Erbai captured the oasis with no casualties. The expeditionary soldiers he had captured alive, Megerie Bell ordered the slave soldiers to hang their captive feet on the palm tree, his mouth was full of salt, and his lips were tightly sewn with twine.

Only one person received the forgiveness of this cruel general, allowing him to ride away and tell the story to his compatriots, and the 'killing butcher' to ensure that this messenger would no longer take up arms against the king, cut before he mounted the horse Drop his hand.

"Leave my land now, or stay in your grave forever." This is the terrible warning issued by Medger-Bell to the invaders who invaded the magic kingdom of El Euba.

In the army of the French King Jafar, no general's name can frighten the expeditionary forces like the "killing butcher" Megerie Bell. However, the notoriety of this Al Euba people can be used against him. Now, once joined the battle, the expeditionary forces will fight to the last person, because they are very aware of their terrible fate if they fall alive into the hands of Megiri Bell.

The Duke of Aquitaine is responsible for ensuring that the position of the Burtanians on the battlefield is in their favor, not their enemies, when the battle begins.

"Megeri-Bell has awakened all the kings in the Al-Aba Hall." The Duke told his knights. "This army has tens of thousands of people, and if it is allowed to enter Dagger Bay City, it is enough to break the siege of Elkhek. Most of the army of the" killing butcher "is a slave soldier of other French kings, but the armored guards and the sun The black mages are also marching under the black scorpion. The nomad cavalry guards the flanks, and the sweat-horse cavalry riding the strong desert horse is the vanguard. Through the glass lens of the Marnus Empire, I have counted no less than fifty Head war elephant. "

The Duke glanced at his followers. "Megerie Bell intends to crush King Charles' army and rescue his evil master from the city of Elkhek. There is no doubt. If he succeeds, our expedition is over. Jaffar can continue His evil rule. Our own army will also be defeated, and the survivors will either become slaves or be forced to return to their homes in shame. "

The Duke saw suspicion and fear in the soldiers' faces. This is the feeling he wanted to arouse. The best way to instill courage into a person's heart is to say the things he fears the most and force him to face them.

He stared out at the warriors, from Cornwall with the best hunting grounds and Ghost infested with ghosts, from the mountains of Betford and Somerset ’s windy coast, from the darkness of Alençon The forest and his own green plains of Aquitaine.

Foreign knights from all corners of the Marnus Empire watched the Duke of Burtania with the same expectation and desire as their own. Even those gray-faced, ragged mercenaries, and sword-selling adventurers, they joined this expeditionary army not to liberate Istania and Elba from the evil tyrant, but to get rid of plunder Threat, even these soldiers with no honor at all count on the Duke to give them hope and guidance.

The Duke smiled. These people expect him to lead them to victory. They may doubt whether they have the ability to stop Megiri Bell and his huge army, but they did not immediately question the Duke's order. Their firm trust in the Duke, even in the face of their fears, also inspired the pride of the Duke. With such a fighter, he can defeat Megiri Bell.

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"We have been given one of the greatest honors. This moment of glory is given to us. The enemies marching in front of us are evil and hateful, arrogant and arrogant for their own power, and tyrannical and evil for their own Proud. In the minds of this group of pagans, the war is over. They are a group of slaves who know nothing but the war. 'Killing the butcher' will destroy our just cause. He wants to save the corrupt Jaffar throne , Extending the cruel shackles of the Al-Eba people to the lands of Burtania, Istania, Tirya, and the Marnus Empire. He wants to bring our children and children of all free people Let ’s become a legion of slaves to support his brutal king. "

The pale face of Duke Blood Eagle shrank back, revealing a cruel expression of hatred. "The only obstacle standing between Medgery Bell and his victory is only us, this small team of knights and self-cultivators, this small team of free men, they will not bow down and bow to one. The chains of foreign tyrants, they will not humbly abandon their freedom, even if today is the day to end their own lives, they will not live as slave soldiers! "

The monster's hands were clenched tightly in metal armor gloves. "The few of us who are noble, standing here today to resist the tide of oppression and tyranny, belong to us is the greatest glory that the gods think can give humanity! We will not stand by and let the enemy continue his brutality Rule! We will not let fear make us forget responsibility and honor! We will stand up and we will continue to fight! "The Duke of Blood Eagle threw his fist wrapped in armor gloves into the air. "We will definitely win!"

The skull with no flesh looked at the monster with that empty eye socket. The words of the Duke of Blood Eagle did not stir the blood of the dead like they once ignited the hearts of living people. When their master spoke to them, a row of rotten skeletons wearing rusty armor and ragged coats stood silently.

The decayed body of the victim closest to the Duke of Blood Eagle maintained the same static form, and the dead brain of the zombie could not get emotion from the language of Duke of Blood Eagle. Only the drooling ghouls were dragged out of the cave by the gas field of the Duke of Blood Eagle's evil power ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ reacted to his words, they howled like beasts and beat with their feet slate.

Another responded to the Duke of Blood Eagle. The necromancer Jeffrey Huntington of the peasant background. The terrible master was speaking in the courtyard of the ruined castle. The skinny man was grimacing while listening to the monster's speech.

"Your Majesty," said the Necromancer, coughing nervously. "Megerie Bell was killed decades ago."

The monster turned around, glaring at Jeffrey Huntington. Duke Blood Eagle blinked in confusion and continued to stare at the man. After a while, he remembered who the farmer was, and after a while, he recognized Giselle ’s ghostly figure and Sir Kobinen ’s skinny body. His face was distorted by pain, a roar, and a clenched fist hit Jeffrey Huntington's chin, knocking the Necromancer down to the ground.

"Don't be arrogant, redneck," the Duke of Blood Eagle snapped. "I know who I'm dealing with. Du Lancaster will pay for his crimes. His father will do the same." The vampire pointed to the rotten undead in the yard. "Only the poorest general will say a few inspiring words to his men. If these words come from the past, what impact would it have on such soldiers?"

Jeffrey Huntington gently wiped open lips with the coat cuffs and nodded obediently. However, the Necromancer was not at all relieved.

Even if the Duke of Blood Eagle noticed Jeffrey Huntington's doubts, he did not say so. The Duke of Blood Eagle put his cloak on his strong body and strode through the broken gate of the castle.

"We march to Lancaster Castle!" The Duke of Blood Eagle growled.