The Legend of Fatality

The old knight was frightened by this idea, and the monster laughed at the sudden fear of the old knight. The Duke of Blood Eagle forgot Lotel, turned his horse's head, and ran to the wooden stairs leading to the corridor. The two servants of the elderly knight broke free from their masters and ran down the steps, trying to block the monster's path. They desperately tried to use the spear to keep the Duke of Blood Eagle behind, thrust the spearpoint at the heavily armed monster, and thrust the spearpoint into the neck and empty stomach of his meatless horse.

The Duke of Blood Eagle booed in exasperation. As soon as he waved his sword, he smashed the enemy's spear. His sword was swept again, it had inhuman power, the heads of both attendants were taken away, and the flesh and armor separated like butter in front of the monster's sword. The brave soldiers collapsed on the stairs, their heads rolling on the stairs, it was extremely ugly.

The Duke of Blood Eagle pierced the wings of his undead horse with spurs, and drove the ghostly beast up the stairs. The ghost horse stumbled up the corridor. When a small group of archers tried to shoot the monster, the arrow crackled on the vampire's armor and caught between the ribs of his skinny horse.

The Duke of Blood Eagle walked up the corridor to the nearest archer. The monster's sword creaked as it passed through the man's kettle helmet, splitting the skull under the helmet. The injured soldier hit the railing, and when his body fell from one side to the hall below, he was already dead.

The other archers lost their courage when they saw the tragic death of their companions. Some people dropped their bows and arrows and fled in panic, and several others gathered around their lord to beg the elderly lord to escape. The elderly knight waved them away. This is not to say that he is not as afraid of the Duke of Blood Eagle as everyone else, in fact he has reason to be more afraid of Duke of Blood Eagle than they are, but he knows that only by leaving this monster here can he escape the others in the castle opportunity. When the Duke of Blood Eagle fought him here, the lady of the lord, the lady who stayed in the castle and the family of others would slip out of the back door and go to the shelter of Aquitaine Castle and Duke of Gales.

The last group of elderly knights, ashamed of seeing the courage of their lord, put down their bows and arrows and drew their daggers. When the old knights guessed their intentions, he shouted to them that he knew that such a reckless attack was just suicide. The Duke of Blood Eagle will cut each of them in half, even when he cuts off the knife. Soon, the elderly knight stood alone in the corridor with the monster. Even the sound of fighting in the hallway downstairs was quiet, and the triumphant undead lined up neatly, waiting for the master's next order.

"You are brave, Durant." The Duke of Blood Eagle grinned. "You didn't abandon all your knight virtues, which made me feel warm."

The elderly knight glared at the monster. "You have no heart, monster! If there is something human in your heart, it has withered into dust as early as a few decades ago!"

The elderly knight raised his sword and pointed to the Duke of Blood Eagle. "Before I send you back to the grave, I must at least know that I am not Earl Durant. I am the Captain of the Lancaster Fort, Viscount Steven Du Melson. You killed my relatives and servants For this, as the lady wishes, I will send your soul back to the bottomless pit that produced it. "

The Duke of Blood Eagle sneered and responded to the aged knight. "I'm about to kill you, Durant." The monster said sharply. "But now I think I have to do worse for you."

Without any further warning, the Duke of Blood Eagle jumped from the saddle. He used to live under the guidance of the chivalrous spirit, but this spirit still lingered in the monster's mind, sometimes continuing to guide his actions. Civilians and beasts may happily be slaughtered from the saddle, but the Knight Code requires that knights who are not riding must fight on foot. The Duke of Blood Eagle did not expect Viscount Melson to benefit from this loss.

Viscount Melson did not reject the rare chivalry of the Duke of Blood Eagle. He has already seen what benefits such actions bring to his soldiers. Instead, Viscount Melson waited for the monster to arrive. He wanted to fight the monster through defense. He might surprise this monster and make him make a mistake that he could use.

The Duke of Blood Eagle, like a wolf drooling about food, strode towards Viscount Melson, the inhuman hunger burning in the eyes of this monster. The monster hacked around Viscount Merson, taking advantage of the weakness of the elderly knight without a shield. Viscount Melson turned around in time and blocked the sword of the Duke of Blood Eagle with his own sword. Viscount Melson realized that the monster ’s attack was only an illusion. The monster ’s attack was nothing but a feint to lure him out, but it was too late.

The Duke of Blood Eagle flattened the sword on the shoulder of Viscount Melson, causing a numb pain in his arm. The monster's powerful force caused the sword to fall from the hand of his enemy's paralyzed arm.

The Duke of Blood Eagle immediately pounced on the unarmed enemy, pinched his throat, and pressed him back until his spine was crushed by the railing. When the Duke of Blood Eagle increased pressure, the Viscount Melson yelled in pain, and the fist of the elderly knight hit in vain on the armor of a monster.

"I'm going to smash your body," Duke Blood Eagle hissed, his face only a few inches away from the victim's horrified eyes. "I'm going to break your backbone, like breaking a rotten old branch, turning you into a lame, crawling thing." The monster grinned, showing its fangs. "Then I will make you immortal and make you one of the eternal undead. You will spend eternity, always glide on your abdomen, crawl in the shadows, draw blood from the blood vessels of mice and pests! I will put All the retribution suffered is on you, Durant! Thus outlines the entire revenge forever! ""

When the monster began to carry out his threats, Viscount Melson screamed. He could feel the liner under the armor he was wearing dug out, and the iron ring on the chain mail had penetrated into his flesh.

Suddenly, Viscount Melson felt the pressure disappear. The monster's pale face showed a surprised expression. The Duke of Blood Eagle lowered his head in surprise, and saw a crack in his waist, and a sick syrup-like juice was leaking under his armor. The torn armor chain hung on the edge of the monster's wound. The Duke of Blood Eagle slowly turned around to face his attackers.

"Release my swordsmanship mentor!" Sir Lothar shouted at the monster. He waved the tip of the sword at the Duke of Blood Eagle, splashing a thick layer of slurry on the breastplate of the Duke of Blood Eagle, which had recently flowed out of the monster's veins.

"You bravely face an old man, or a knight who was unconscious by the scream of your banshee. Now, let us see how you deal with Aquitaine's greatest swordsman!"

The Duke of Blood Eagle shook his head and blinked angrily. He could smell the blood of the usurper Charlie from the bragging fool. The Duke of Blood Eagle glanced contemptuously at Viscount Melson. He roared and threw the aged knight on the railing.

"Master!" Lotaire screamed. The young knight's first impulse made him want to rush to the hall, and if possible, to help his injured master. Lotel spent his entire life learning the art of warfare with Viscount Melson, and some of his other instincts were deeply ingrained in his mind. He is a warrior caught in battle. For whatever reason, he will not betray his enemies.

"Aquitaine's greatest swordsman?" The Duke of Blood Eagle scoffed, striding towards Lotel. The monster's sapling side has begun to subside, and the recovery power brought by the evil forces has begun to repair the damage caused by Lothal's blade.

Lothal is ready to meet the attack of the Duke of Blood Eagle. He cleverly resisted the monster's stab, in order to make up for the gap between his and the monster's greater strength, he propped up his leg and let himself withstand the impact of bone impact. When the blood eagle's sword slid off Lotel's steel blade, the young knight returned with a quick stab. The tip of his sword swept over the Duke of the Blood Eagle, and the monster twisted his body in time to match the knight's attack.

The Duke of Blood Hawk chopped back brutally. The Duke brandished his sword, bypassing Rotel's sword, and the monster's blade cut the young knight's finger. Lothal's gauntlets were scraped onto the gloves under the steel plate, and his entire hand was stung by a violent impact. Lothal did not let his sword fall to the ground only by willpower, and fell next to the sword of his sword master.

The Duke of Blood Eagle did not retreat during the offensive. He slammed forward a few times and cut a few times, causing Rotel's reaction and physical strength to be constantly consumed. Slowly, the young knight was forced to make concessions in front of the vampire.

"The greatest swordsman of Aquitaine?" The Duke of Blood Eagle smiled ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Are you calling yourself that, Durant? You choose to use your steel and the greatest swordsman in all of Burtania Contest, it's too bad! "

The monster is doing the same thing. The Duke of Blood Eagle took Rotel's sword with his steel sword and counterattacked with ease and contempt. The monster's sword pierced through the knight's armor, tearing the armor protecting his elbow. The armor was torn by the brutal blade of the Duke of Blood Eagle. Lotel felt the monster's blade stick into the tendon of his arm, and he yelled.

The Duke of Blood Eagle roared, turned around, put the sword down, and drew a beautiful arc. This time, Lotel's knee was cut by a relentless blow, and the fan plate above the knee was bent by the evil force attached to the knife of the Duke of Blood Eagle.

"Aquitaine's greatest swordsman." The Duke of Blood Eagle hissed, glaring at his bleeding enemies. The monster licked his fangs, and when he saw blood flowing down from the knight's armor, his hunger was burning. "I think I will regain that title from you, Durant."

Lotel gritted his teeth and forced his crippled body to move. "I'm not Durant!" The young knight shouted. He clasped the hilt in both hands and swooped towards the Duke of Blood Eagle, exhausting all his energy, and desperately wanted to pierce the monster with his sword for the last time.

The Duke of Blood Eagle did not try to avoid the attack. He only held the first half of Lothal's sword in his fist with armor gloves, using his superhuman power to stop the movement of man and sword. Lothal's face was full of fear and despair, and the monster began to bend the tip of his sword towards himself, and the screams of curved steel filled the hallway.

"No," the monster glared at the bleeding knight and booed. "You are not Durant. You are dinner."