The Legend of Fatality

On the battlefield of Camranfield, the Britannia knights charged forward, the family coat of arms and the flag fluttered behind them, the earth roared under their horseshoes, and the wind flew across their faces. The oath slipped from their lips, and the prayer to the lady echoed in their ears. Sir Raymond, who was behind Sir Richard ’s horse, could see the Duke of Blood Eagle ’s silent cavalry line up in a terrible formation in front of them.

At this moment, Sir Raymond was looking forward to the Skeleton Knights eagerly trying to move forward and greet the upcoming attack of the Britannia Knights. Every time his horse's hoof hits the ground, he expects the undead knights to attack and charge forward.

Then he was disappointed that even though the knights of Burtania were rushing closer, the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle still did not react. There was no arrow, no shout, only silence like death in the grave. Any Burtanian knight can see that this is not normal, but the anger of revenge fills their hearts and minds. Treating the remains of the dead knights in such a blasphemous way cannot be tolerated by these knights.

Therefore, they will avenge the Duke of Blood Eagle at all costs, even if they sacrifice their lives for this.

Then Sir Raymond saw them, and they lined up from the dead cavalry of the Duke of Blood Eagle. The bones of hundreds of undead soldiers are equipped with oak spears as thick as wooden piles, twisting as the zombies progress. The skeleton soldiers walked forward five steps, then squatted down, inserted the buttstock into the soil, and supported them with their bone-thin knees. After a while, a serrated fence consisting of corroded iron cones and bronze spearpoints was enclosed on the enemy's position. To Sir Raymond, it looked like a big mouth opened by some kind of behemoth, devouring the warriors of Aquitaine.

Sir Raymond knew that the charging knights had no time to reverse the direction of the attack, and the horses' impulse had begun to weaken. The only gratification is that at least the knights sitting on the saddle are ready. The knights of Burtania raised their spears and laid down their shields, instinctively trying to prevent them from plunging into the spear formation of the Duke of Blood Eagle.

When the knights slammed into the army of undead that had been prepared, they made a deafening roar, like the sound of death in the mountains, the roaring sound resounded through the fields of Camranfield. People were screaming, horses were screaming, spears pierced their bodies, and their own impulses sent them to each other's weapons. The same violent impact drove the dying horses to move forward, crushing the fragile skeletons of the undead soldiers carrying the spears, dispersing their broken bones in this devastating blow.

As the knights charged forward, the horse's hoof shattered everything on their way. The fence of the spear was destroyed, and the body of the skeleton soldier was also crushed by the charge. At the same time, the wounded Burtanians were washed into the blood-stained land by the relentless tide of their own companions, and their screams disappeared in the chaotic battle.

The undead cavalry used shields and swords against the Aquitaine in front of the surging knights. The Spearmen of the Duke of Blood Eagle did not prevent the Burtanians from attacking. They did worse. They undermine the cohesion of the Britannia Cavaliers and weaken their motivation to attack. The Britannia knights did not break through the line of defense of the undead army, and then regrouped on the other side, but fell into a quagmire. The knights are no longer fighting as a group, but as a lone warrior, full of a feeling of anger, and at the same time reconciled by a fatal terror that follows to the same extent.

Sir Raymond slammed the face of an undead knight squinting with his spear, watching the creature's jaw bone fall to the ground, spraying rotten teeth at him. He pulled the broken spear back, pierced the skeleton knight's chest, and let the weight of heavy wood and iron drag the terrible guy off the saddle. The guy fell to the ground and broke a leg on impact. For a moment, the monster wanted to stand up, but Sir Raymond's horse's hoof jumped and pressed against its spine, and the monster could no longer move.

Beside him, Viscount Melson fought frantically like a lunatic. The elderly noble took the sword with his left hand, waved it with no disregard for physical strength, and violently cut down any skeleton soldier who was in the way. Sir Raymond immediately knew the intention of Viscount Melson. The battle has started. Nothing can stop him now. If it is necessary to fight the Duke of Blood Eagle and avenge his hatred for his slaughtered family, he will open a way for himself in the entire army of undead.

Sir Raymond gritted his teeth. But he also knew that he could not let the Viscount Melson lie to him and make him lose the only chance to make up for the crimes committed by his uncle. If Viscount Melson killed the monster, the only chance to restore the honor of the De Toulouse family would be lost ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Oatmeal! Shouted Sir Raymond. Another undead knight was pressing tightly on the knight, forcing him to concentrate on resisting its dead swordsmanship and its roped bronze blade. The humpback peasant heard the master's cry The sound immediately rushed forward, forcing his timid warhorse toward the skeleton riding on the horse. The mace of the oat rod hit the skeleton knight's meatless skull, pulling it from the slender neck Ripped it off.

"Oat bar!" Sir Raymond called again, pointing the sword at Viscount Melson. "Follow Viscount Melson! Don't let him approach the Duke of Blood Eagle! I must be the one to destroy the vampire! This is the only way to make up for the shame that Earl Robert brought us!"

The farmer nodded coldly. When he saw the oatmeal's hand grasping the dagger under his belt, he felt his eyes widen again. The chivalry in every bone in his body was against this idea, but his inner despair was enough to calm his doubts. "Don't kill him," this was his only strong exhortation to oat straw, because the farmer drove his horse and followed Viscount Melson.

May the lady forgive him, Sir Raymond prayed in his heart. When he thinks of himself, that young man with noble blood and excessive honesty and faith, his eyes are now cold, hard and dark. All this was hidden in the shadow deep in his mind, it was observing. No contemplation, no judgment, just cold and objective observation. He didn't think that the young man had another day to see the light again. He could only shrink deeper and deeper into the shadows, swallowed by the darkness, and then disappear, leaving no trace.

May the lady forgive him, but he can't risk letting Viscount Melson kill the Duke of Blood Eagle!