The Legend of Fatality

"Baron Huguenot de Naval! Sir Kobinin!" When the Duke of Blood Eagle shouted his deputy, they heard his voice shaking like a whip. But the monster on horseback did not look away from it. The death lord and the dark knight who replaced Baron Naval, they came to him on horseback.

He stared at the flag intently. He had seen the knights show it so boldly on the top of the hill. It was not the place where Sir Raymond waved the tattered flag, but another place. A place that seemed to be inscribed in his mind.

Soon he turned his attention to another thing he needed to pay attention to, the behavior of these bold knights. There is no doubt that this is a challenge of King Charles, a gesture of humiliation and contempt! The usurper is mocking him, mocking him on the site that belongs to him! The king will soon know that there is only one Duke of Aquitaine, and He did not hold a court meeting in Cornwall!

"I want these people," the Duke of Blood Eagle snarled at Sir Kirbynin and Sir Dane-Gattler-Whitman. "I want them whether they are alive or dead. Bring them back to me!"

"This will be a tough battle, Your Majesty." Sir Whitman said, bowing his head to pay tribute to his master. Then he raised his arm and pointed to the mound of ancient tombs occupied by the group of knights. Over there, the undead army is heading towards there, but the surrounding terrain limits their speed. The group of knights also began to turn the horse's head and fled in the opposite direction. "The enemy has chosen a difficult place to cross, and it is difficult for us to catch up with them."

The Duke of Blood Eagle glared at Sir Whitman. "Their horse will be tired, but your horse will not." He reminded his undead slave. "Bring those people to me! I want to find out where my treacherous brother camped." The monster showed his fangs and made an expression full of hatred and pain. "Before I allow him to enjoy the extravagant death, this kind king still has many questions to answer."

Sir Whitman bowed again and turned to gather the undead cavalry who had not rushed past the tomb. The Duke of Blood Eagle removed the vampire from his thoughts and turned his attention to the skeleton of Sir Kirbynin.

The Duke of Blood Eagle hadn't had time to give orders to the general, and a loud protest broke out in the necromancer Jeffery.

"This is a trick!" Necromancer Jeffery screamed, unable to control himself. "That's not King Charles' banner. He has inherited everything from the Lancaster family and added the Lancaster coat of arms to his banner! And you destroyed Lancaster Castle not long ago. King Charles is not there, the ghost knows where he is! But if you were not controlled by your stupid arrogance and **** madness at that time, you would not refuse to turn everyone in Lancastersburg into your men! And I can also figure out where King Charles went from the **** guys! But even if I do n’t know where King Charles is, I also know that it ’s not him! These are all tricks that lead you into the trap! "

The Duke of Blood Eagle glared at the Necromancer. "Focus on what you are responsible for, rather than talking about things you shouldn't care about, redneck." He warned. "Leave the war to those who know how to fight."

Jeffrey rolled his eyes and laughed ridiculously. His constant caution was overwhelmed by the absurd situation now. "Know how to fight! You know how to fight? You **** fool, no one knows where King Charles is, you are fighting people who have been dead in your head for decades!" He waved his hands and pointed in front of them Mounds formed by ancient tombs and the majestic Dragon Hunting Mountain. "This is where we need to go, not chase phantoms! We can resurrect each ancient horse king in these mounds, and then use the same method to deal with the ancient knights who were buried together! Just like you Say, we can build an army where all the lords of Burtania dare not resist! "

The armored glove of the Duke of Blood Eagle was violently beaten in the jaws of Jeffrey by his heavily armed hand. The necromancer was thrown from the saddle, and his limbs fell to the ground tangled. He vomited blood and decided to resist in his heart, so he stood up from the barren land, pulled out his staff from the back, and began to absorb the dark energy emitted from this ancient cemetery, decided to cast a kind of The magic that can send this crazy monster back to the grave.

Jeffrey hadn't had time to cast his magic, two skinny claws held him tightly, and clamped his arms on both sides of his body, unable to move. The Necromancer looked around in horror and found that he was hugged tightly by Sir Kobinen's uncared hands.

"Don't you dare to kill me!" Jeffrey shouted angrily at Duke Bloodhawk. "You can't kill me! You need me! You need my magic and advice!" But when the necromancer saw the cold and ruthless evil in the eyes of the monster riding on horseback ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he flinched Once again, the sense of fear climbed into my heart again. "You can't do this! You made a mistake! Try to stay sane!" He pleaded.

The cold muscles of the Duke of Blood Eagle were relaxed in this cruel entertainment. He rode on the horse, revealing a cruel smile that was amused by the Necromancer's funny expression. "Take this farmer away," he ordered Sir Kobinin. "But first pull out his rebellious tongue. It bores me."

Jeffrey twisted his limbs frantically, and kept crying pleadingly, begging the monster for forgiveness. But soon his screams turned into wet gurgles, because the death lord was carrying out his master's orders.

The Duke of Blood Eagle had driven the Necromancer away from his mind, and his gaze returned to the place where he had seen the banner, still showing the color of King Charles' banner. He closed his eyes, immersed in a fantasy full of desire to kill, imagining that he would avenge his brother in one hundred ways. The king must be responsible for all losses caused by his betrayal of the Duke of Blood Eagle. Land and titles, honors and reputation. But most importantly, the king is responsible for Hathaway's death.

The Duke of Blood Eagle opened his eyes again, staring at his silent legion. There is no need to chase the king's banner. He knew where he was destined to face the king's army. He could see this clearly in his mind as if the battle had already begun.

The monster rode on his horse, raised his sword, and thrust it high into the air.

"Let's move forward!" Duke Blood Eagle shouted. "We march to Camranfield!"