The Legend of Fatality

Evening rides from Camranfield to O'Queen Castle at night, even the best rider in the whole of Bultania will be intimidated. Sir Raymond can only believe that this elegant lady, and the significance of his mission, allowed him to ride on the saddle instead of breaking his neck and falling to the side of the road.

The knight didn't worry too much about the danger posed by his reckless riding, but he was worried that he could not warn the Duke of Gales that the dangerous arrival would make his heart tremble with fear. A terrible demon was released in Aquitaine.

The most important thing is to make the Duke of Gales aware of this threat, so that he can summon the knight of Aquitaine and stop the monster released by the Count Robert de Toulouse from the grave. If they move quickly, there may be time to stop the monster before it has a chance to restore his terrible power.

Sir Raymond's mount walked to O'Queen's Castle, only to see it sagged, leaning against the neck of a trembling horse, with foam splashing on its mouth. The knight on horseback almost fell off the saddle. At this time, the horseman and the servant came to greet the guest who came at night. He ran across the castle's suspension bridge in a dramatic and worrying manner.

In any other duke ’s domain, Sir Raymond ’s feat is impossible to accomplish, because other provinces of Burtania are often threatened by orcs, beasts, and marauders. But Aquitaine is basically a peaceful land south of the Garonne River. Because of the sense of security these years, the lords often put down the castle's suspension bridge at night without bolts.

Sir Raymond praised this unique Aquitaine custom in his heart and thanked him for saving him time. As time passed, he became more and more worried that his warning would come too late, because the Duke of Blood Eagle might have been summoning a new army, an army resurrected from a grave that could not get peace.

Sir Raymond took a great risk, and he felt more and more urgent, and he spent too much time on the way to here. Although he insisted repeatedly, no servant in the castle would wake up their master at such an untimely time. As Sir Raymond's request grew stronger, the night shift manager threatened to lock the knight. Raymond could only calm down and be content to wait in an airy living room until he was allowed to meet the Duke of Gales.

It wasn't until the morning that after the Duke of Gales bathed and ate breakfast, the frustrated young knight was introduced to the ruler of Aquitaine.

Duke Gales sat at the front of a long table in the castle restaurant, and his closest advisors, entourage, officials, and relatives surrounded him along both sides of the table. There is an empty seat on the right side of Duke Gaels, indicating that his son Sir Richard has not returned, but the hall is full. The Duke is accustomed to discuss with his advisers after breakfast. Many courtiers are dissatisfied with the interruption of a young arrogant knight, especially when the knight is wearing armor stained with dust on the road and has a horse stuck to his body. Body odor.

Duke Gaels stared sternly at Sir Raymond, and looked carefully at the man led into the hall. In his memory, Sir Raymond was the deputy in the duel of Sir Daniel de Toulouse. The memory of that ugly time does not make a good impression.

"My housekeeper told me that you rode the horse all night and brought me news that is extremely important to my territory," said the Duke of Gales.

Sir Raymond wisely decided not to mention the hours he waited for the Duke of Gales to receive. "This is the case, Your Majesty." The knight said, bowing in front of his lord. "I came from the cemetery in Camranfield. I brought terrible news. The Duke of Blood Eagle has been resurrected from the grave. He is back to devastate Aquitaine!"

When the court officials and parliamentarians who attended the morning meeting responded to Sir Raymond's words, there was a panic in the hall. But when the nobles gathered together considered the possibility of this happening proposed by Sir Raymond, their emotional response quickly turned into a sneer of suspicion of this claim.

A balding parliamentarian objected: "King Charlie killed the monster more than thirty years ago."

"The Duke of Blood Eagle was wiped out at the Battle of Camranfield," declared Sir Roger, the gray-haired captain of the castle guard. "It can't get up from the grave because no one has ever given it a grave!"

"Yes!" The third official interjected. "They burned that monster with his army to ashes! If it really came back, it was like the fertilizer we applied to the soil of the vineyard!"

When Sir Raymond heard the courtiers mocking, his face flushed. These people were shocked when they heard the news of the return of the Duke of Blood Eagle, and then they overcame their initial fears. Now they found this to be a ridiculous thing and worth laughing at and laughing at.

Only the Duke of Gales remained objective. He raised the silver flask in his hand and touched the bottom of the bottle against the tabletop, and the rumbling metal hitting the wood rang through the hall. When their emperor signaled them to be quiet, the ministers quickly became quiet. Duke Gaels stared at Raymond intently, his eyes sharp.

"You made such a bold request to me," Duke Gaels said. "Some people will even say this is reckless."

"I guarantee with my reputation, I tell you the truth." Raymond replied. "Duke Blood Eagle is back."

"Have you seen him?" Duke Gaels asked.

Sir Raymond shook his head. "No, but I saw signs of activity after the resurrection of the Duke of Blood Eagle. The witch and her wizarding group blasphemed the cemetery of Camranfield, and through their black magic, the monster returned to the world."

Sir Raymond hesitated, even now he is not willing to admit the shameful truth behind the cult action. "My uncle, Robert de Toulouse, knew the intent of the witches. He ... tried to stop them, but it was too late. The witches succeeded in their blasphemy. My uncle was killed by the Duke of Blood Eagle Dead, his body was nailed to the marble monument overlooking Camranfield. Through the most evil magic, Earl Robert ’s body recovered the illusion of life. When I found him, my uncle ’s body twisted Move, like a bug pinned by a pin. "

The detailed content stated in his narrative caused many ministers to reconsider their previous mockery. There is a terrible authenticity in Sir Raymond's words.

Once again, the Duke of Gales remained calm, comparing the narrative of the young knight with the passed down history and bard songs and weighing the differences. The body of the Duke of Blood Eagle might have somehow escaped the destruction on the battlefield of Camranfield? Is it really possible that the monster came back to life? This possibility is too terrible to be ruled out immediately. At the same time, blindly accepting the narrative of this young knight, the consequences are also disastrous.

"Is the Duke of Blood Eagle still in Camranfield?" Duke Gales asked.

"No, lord," Sir Raymond answered. "Obviously, the monster has been away for a while before I found my uncle's body."

"So where do you think he has gone?" Duke Gaels' voice was surprisingly soft.

"I don't know," Sir Raymond admitted. "Gather his strength somewhere and gather his army. But I think I know where he will attack first when he starts to attack.

"Where would it be?" Duke Gaels smiled slightly and threw the question to Raymond.

The young knight did not notice the trap in the words. "I think the Duke of Blood Eagle will attack Lancaster Castle."

Duke Gales flushed with rage. "If he does this, then I swear to the lady that the De Toulouse family will be deprived of the title and land! Earl Robert really thinks that I am a fool ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Will I accept this nonsense? He planned a large-scale attack against the Du Lancaster family in retaliation for the death of his last son. Then he fabricated this ridiculous story that the Duke of Blood Eagle climbed from the tomb in an attempt to cover up his place The despicable massacre! "

Duke Gaels stared at him intently, and Sir Raymond dared not stare at him, because the suspicion of the Duke was strikingly close to what Count Robert was really planning to do. The young knight could only bow his head in shame, because he thought of the disgraceful deeds committed by his uncle in the name of a feud.

The Duke of Gales pleaded guilty to Sir Raymond's silence. "Sir Roger, look away from this **** dog mongrel." The Duke snapped to his guard captain.

The gray-haired Sir Roger stood up from the table and walked solemnly towards Raymond. The old knight's hand was coiled around the dagger handle hanging on the belt. Judging from the expression on Sir Roger's rough face, he seemed to just want an excuse to pull out his weapon.

"I have told you the truth," Sir Raymond insisted, but even his words felt weak and weak. "Duke Blood Eagle is free! He is back!"

Sir Rogge's fist hit Raymond's chin, and the knight stumbled back a few steps. "Close your stinky mouth, or I'll cut your tongue to feed the pig!" The old knight growled. He nodded, and the two soldiers grabbed Raymond's shoulder and dragged him out of the hall.

"The next time Earl Robert wants to do something, tell the **** scoundrel to come up with a better lie!" When the sound of Sir Roger's warning came, the door behind Raymond was closed.