The Legend of Fatality

"For Lotel! For the pride of the Du Lancaster family!" Viscount Melson roared, thrusting his sword into the face of an ancient horse king. He twisted his wrist and halved the monster's skull, leaving only some bone fragments and decaying helmet pieces, and fell on its bony shoulders.

Viscount Melson saw the axe of another undead knight hacking his shield, and felt the sharp pain of the impact pouring out of his injured arm. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He drove the horse to the side, knocked the lighter undead horse to the ground, and let it and the rider fall to the ground.

After a short rest, Viscount Melson fully understood his situation. Now he was completely surrounded by the undead, trapped in a circle of bloodless faces and rusty iron blades. Although he played hard, he didn't seem to be close to the Duke of Blood Eagle. The crimson armor on the monster was clearly visible, but it was far away, like a mirage in the desert, close at hand, but out of reach.

Such a close to his goal but the final failure, this is unacceptable to Viscount Melson. His anger caused his blood vessels to boil. He rushed forward again to fight the dead enemy. His sword was cut outward, cutting off the forearm of a horse-riding skeleton, splitting its ulna and radius like dry wood.

Suddenly, another warrior appeared beside him, striking the last skeleton with a mace used by a knight servant. Viscount Melson was surprised to find that there was only one person who came with him now, that was Sir Raymond ’s personal servant, the countryman who had turned his back. The farmer was chopped dozens of knives and was still bleeding. His hair was messed up by the blood from an ugly wound on his scalp. A broken spear protruded from the side of the farmer's body.

Viscount Melson admired the perseverance and courage of the oat rods. "Your courage will shame those who think you are better than you." The elderly knight told Oat Rod.

The farmer bent over and smiled slyly at him. "I must ... Atonement," he said breathlessly, saying every word in his pierced chest. At this moment, Viscount Melson noticed the dagger in his other hand.

"I must atone for it!" The oat straw repeated in a fierce scream. Before Viscount Melson had time to react, the farmer stabbed him with a dagger. Count Robert de Toulouse ’s years of education have made the oatmeal know how to start. The dagger slipped past the junction between Viscount Melson's thigh and waist, and penetrated the leg of the aged knight deeply.

"You villain!" Viscount Melson growled, smashing his shield against the side of the oatmeal rod. The farmer stepped back a few steps, the dagger stuck in the earl's lap. Immediately afterwards, a painful scream burst from the body of the oatmeal. A spear with a skeleton pierced him, lifting him from the saddle.

"I ... must ... atonement ..." The oatmeal panted and blood came from his mouth.

Viscount Melson drove towards the Skull Spearmen and smashed it with his sword. The skeleton and the victim fell to the ground, and they stretched out their limbs under the horseshoes of the elderly knight.

Other skeletons flocked to Viscount Melson and surrounded him with a circle of spears and hook sickles. The elderly noble attacked them violently, trying to rush them back to make room for his sword more effectively. The spear swept through his armor or rubbed along his shield, but his only pain came from the dagger embedded in his thigh.

Just as the Viscount Melson began to feel desperate to repel the inmate, a blinding white light engulfed him. The whole body was filled with a sense of calmness and security that he had never experienced. Just like the lady's own warm embrace. In an instant, the elderly knight wondered if he had been killed and was pulled in front of his goddess.

Then, the light passed, and the world regained its dark and dull tones. Viscount Melson found out that he was not dead, but saw his enemies fall to the ground, and the skeleton-shaped body fell into a cloud of ashes and cinder. On the battlefield of Camranfield, he could see a similar scene. Under the surprise eyes of the besieged Burtanians, the whole undead army fell apart. The knights who had been hit hard and had bruises all over the place cheered for victory and prayed for gratitude.

However, the battle is far from over. The army of the undead was defeated by this magical light, but its number still far exceeded that of the elated Burtanians. Viscount Melson saw dozens of rattling chariots climb up the hillside and attack the farmer's archer. He could see a new front of zombies and skeletons rushing over and attacking the knight gate of Burtania again. Behind them, a large group of black knights roared past the battlefield, galloping past the britannics who were waiting for them, and ran to the tomb of Duke Roland.

Viscount Melson felt that the tomb was the source of the sacred fire. Somehow, the flaming, purified fire of the female prophet Aniston was brought to the battlefield of Camranfield to save the knights who were in danger. In this battlefield, at least one other combatant has the same idea.

At the front of the Black Knight, Viscount Melson saw the crimson figure of Duke Bloodhawk. That monster led the attack on the tombs of the female prophet Aniston and Duke Rowland!

When Viscount Melson saw his enemies gallop away, his mind was free of all the pain and fatigue. He knew that chasing the Duke of Blood Eagle would bring his death, but if he could duel with that monster and end his evil forever, he would be willing to pay the price of his life for it. After that, the monster's black knight can avenge their master. The revenge of Viscount Melson will be completed.

The other knights were already chasing the Duke of Blood Eagle, and their horses rushed past the crumbling body of the defeated undead. Viscount Melson stabbed the flanks of his warhorse with a spur, determined to be the first to touch the monster ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The horse wailed in protest, then fell down. When the beast fell to the ground, Viscount Melson rolled away from it, trying not to let his foot be pressed under the animal's body. When he saw the huge damage to the animal, he restrained the curse on his mouth. It has endured such pain for him for so long, and this is evidence of its strong will.

Viscount Melson turned from his dying horse and looked at the Duke of Blood Eagle, who was moving away. It seems that other knights will rush to the monster before it reaches the grave. There are only a handful of knights in Burtania who can face vampires. There are more than thirty black knights beside him, but there may be a knight who can break out and face the Duke of Blood Eagle. He smiled when he noticed the colors on the riders. If he could not kill the vampire by himself, then the young De Toulouse should be able to do it.

"I ... must ... atonement ..." a vague voice said hoarsely. Viscount Melson turned his gaze down and found the body of the oat rod that was held down by the war horse. The farmer's eyes became dull because of blindness, and his breathing became short. Grim Reaper will soon put him into its arms.

Suspicious thoughts flashed through the head of Viscount Melson, and the old hatred between Du Lancaster and De Toulouse surfaced again. This is the second time Sir Raymond's personal servant has mentioned atonement for something. The elderly knight wants to know, what kind of crime would torture the oat straw in this way? What can drive a farmer to murder a nobleman on the battlefield?

Viscount Melson knelt beside the dying peasant and spoke to him in a soft and soothing tone.

Determined to find the secret of oatmeal while he was still alive.