The Legend of Fatality

Necromancer Jeffrey Huntington leaned forward on the saddle and spit. This was the third day he left the village of Girrier. He longed to see the village with living people, or surrounded by some fiery living bodies. The plains of Aquitaine are endless, and the yellow grass is rippling in the afternoon wind, but there is nothing else.

Chaos was like a sigh of time, and Jeffrey sat up straight on the saddle. Although there are no so-called avenues on the plain, the caravan that has been in and out of the year still uses a carriage to push a north-south road towards the west of the plain. The trade is over, but the traces left by this generation of caravans and horses are still preserved.

Jeffrey's face suddenly showed a cruel smile. He looked out, and saw a team of undead cavalry marching behind the banner behind the Duke of Blood Eagle. These black knights are terrible dead souls. They only have skeleton bodies covered in rotting shrouds, rusty breastplates and the same rusty helmets clinging to their bones. Shattered vest fragments.

Here, the Necromancer believes that these black knights can use their own way to punish those arrogant knights of Aquitaine. He could hardly wait to see the Duke of Blood Eagle launching his death knights on horseback to attack the army of Duke Gales.

However, there were still some worrisome issues. The necromancer glanced nervously at the black knight sitting next to the Duke of Blood Eagle. Somehow, Jeffrey thought that after the black knight became the undead slave of the Duke of Blood Eagle, the atmosphere of the knight's threat to himself would be weakened.

However, on the contrary, Jeffrey found himself feeling more anxious in front of this newly born monster. While alive, the black knight's goal is to kill someone like Jeffrey. This is really bad news for Jeffrey. The Necromancer cannot change the impression that even as an undead creature, the same idea is firmly imprinted in the mind of the Dark Knight.

Jeffrey suppressed his anxiety, crossed the rotten team of zombie infantry, and joined the queue of the Duke of Blood Eagle and his entourage. The horse he took away from Lancasterburg was lost, and he has cursed a thousand times. His current horse is a trembling old plow horse, from the village of Jirel, such an aging animal may become a zombie but more flexible.

"Your Majesty." Necromancer walked to the Duke of Blood Eagle on a horse and said to him. He carefully placed the Duke of Blood Eagle between him and the Dark Knight. "If we continue down this road, we will reach the ancient tombs of the Mawang. The ancient kings and their families were buried. The horses, chariots, and the entire team of soldiers were all killed by the old druid They were sealed in mounds. "

Jeffrey smiled, imagining the bones of ancient people walking side by side with their army. As the ancient horse kings were summoned from the horseback, the Duke of Blood Eagle would command an undead tribe, as never before in Burtania. This monster can extend his blood kingdom beyond Aquitaine. He could conquer Cornwall and Betford, and maybe even Gascony and Alencon. He can occupy the conquered Tomb of Norfolk and summon the brave knights from their graves. With such an army, they could drive every nobleman from Burtania into the sea.

This plan inspired the necromancer, he watched the body of the village of Jirel climb out of the grave. The appearance of the Duke of Blood Eagle seemed to strengthen Jeffrey's own strength. He has never been able to summon and maintain so many skeletons and zombies. He thought that this was the real power.

When they came out of the church, he had proposed his plan to the Duke of Blood Eagle. At that time, the monster was very satisfied with the plan and was almost excited to defeat the Duke of Gales with an ancient army of death.

Now, this monster only frowned at Jeffrey.

"I don't need those ancient dead to march under my banner." The monster growled. "When I am supported by the female prophet Beckinsale, every capable person in Aquitaine will be forced to admit that I am their legal master. The king who usurped the throne will have no right to encroach on my land. He cannot Doubt the female prophet. Doing so amounts to denying the female prophets and the goddess in the lake. Even a treacherous king like Charlie would not dare to commit such atrocities. "

Jeffrey collapsed on the saddle and sighed for a long time, expelling all the air from his lungs. "Your Majesty, Beckinsale has been dying for almost thirty years. Aniston is now the female prophet of the Magic Tower."

The monster laughed at Jeffrey, showing his fangs. "How could an ordinary farmer know this kind of thing?" The Duke of Blood Eagle once again noticed that the Necromancer was riding a horse and raised his eyebrows. "Why are you sitting next to someone more noble than you?" The newest mobile terminal of the new 81 Chinese website update: https: /

"Your Majesty, this horse is a little uncomfortable," Jeffrey said sarcastically. "It is inappropriate for the nobles to ride an untamed beast and risk them hurting them."

The Duke of Blood Eagle ignored Jeffrey's answer. "When the horse's temperament improves, be sure to return it to its owner." The monster said with care. Suddenly, he sat straight on the saddle, staring blankly at the road ahead. "This is not the way to the serene lake and the magic tower!"

"Your Majesty ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is a short cut," Jeffrey said.

"Don't you think I know my own territory?" The Duke of Blood Eagle roared on the horse. He raised his armor-like hand and motioned for the team to stop. When the undead march stopped to rest, the rusty armor's impact on the bones without flesh was almost deafening.

Duke Blood Eagle carefully observed the surrounding fields and forests. His supernatural sharp eyes penetrated through the night, as if the earth was illuminated by the midday sun. Then the monster pointed his fist in the northeast direction. "The magic tower is in that direction," he said, spurring his undead war against Palomo. The remaining undead chose to obey blindly. The team left the road and followed their masters through the dusty fields.

Jeffrey rolled his eyes, but urged his horse to follow the monster. Later in the evening, when the Duke of Blood Eagle can listen to the sound of reason again, he will be able to lead the monster back to the ancient tombs of the Tu Ma and the great plan of Jeffrey.

And before that, Jeffery must make full use of the current situation, waiting for the crazy state of Duke Blood Eagle to pass. When the Duke of Blood Eagle was in this state, at least he would not lack the opportunity to practice his black magic, Necromancer reflected. When the Duke of Blood Eagle was in this state, he had a flattering habit. In the villages they passed, as long as he did not know the Duke, he razed them to the ground and condemned the residents as intruders and intruders. However, after so many years, there are few villages in Aquitaine that this monster can recognize. Starting

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