Doom Knight System

Lancelot raised his head and looked at the dark clouds outside the window. A gleam of light flashed in his calm eyes, like a bright meteor in the night sky. Then he tapped the index finger of his right hand on the table. After a moment of silence, he said: Take out all the treasures in Wimbledon's inventory, as well as all the antiques."

"Well, I see." Mrs. Pomero's heart tightened slightly, she understood that the man in front of her was not greedy for money, and the only purpose of asking for a treasure was to exchange it for war supplies.

The truth is not much different, but instead of trading with the chamber of commerce, it is trading with a mysterious system.

Although it only took a few days, after exchanging the drawings of the large-scale architectural fortress, the entire Wimbledon Castle was expanding at lightning speed. Work hard.

But a few days later, the majestic fortress castle miraculously succeeded, like a black giant standing on the plain.

Wisnier City is the closest city to Wimbledon Castle. Because of its special status, it mainly trades war horses, cattle and sheep and other animals. The noble council conferred it on a baron of the rank of knight commander.

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When the long trumpet sounded throughout the city of Venezia, the prelude to the war was also ignited.It's just that it was not the nobles who were pro-Holy See who took the lead, but the dark parliament manipulated by Lancelot, roaring before facing desperation.

The residents who hadn't heard the sound of the horn for more than 100 years were stunned for a moment, and then began to run around in panic, completely unaware of what they were doing.Even the ancestors who built this city were once brave and invincible knights and warriors, but now they are like domesticated wild dogs, without the slightest ability to resist.

A knight group of more than 3000 people composed of [-] low-level knights from the Dark Council roared into the city of Venezia before everyone could react.

The panic-stricken city lord summoned his guard knights, but then found in despair that his guards were useless.

These people can be domineering in peacetime, but facing the elite knights of the Dark Council is no different from courting death.So the final result is to run away or surrender, and accompany the city lord with a little conscience, but can't make any valuable suggestions.

"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash. I have invested hundreds of thousands of gold coins and magic cores in you, but now you have been knocked at the door, but there is nothing you can do. What's the use of raising you?" Frightened, his plump body like a mountain of meat slumped on the seat.he
This city lord was also a silver knight who once fought in a different dimension, but he was pampered for so long that he couldn't even stand up.

After hesitating for a while, he took out a scroll from his pocket, opened it, and quickly wrote a few lines on it.

A halo of magic power suddenly emanated from the scroll, which exploded, and then obscure information was thrown into the distance along with the fluctuation of magic power.

"We must persevere now, the Knights Templar of the Holy See will come soon!" the city lord said through gritted teeth, his eyes were as red as an angry bull.

"Why are you still standing there! Don't attack me yet!"

Amidst the city lord's reprimand, a steward suddenly came out from behind him, with a sneer of contempt, and said: "The city of Venice is over, and the Dark Council will not block anyone who dares to resist. I suggest that you should Surrender immediately, I will not die in vain."

"Surrender?" The city lord glanced at his few remaining subordinates, and finally lowered his head helplessly. At this time, the sounds of weapons clashing and shouts of killing were getting closer.

A group of more than 20 knights, wearing brand new and bright armor, holding knight swords in their hands, rushed into the city lord's mansion solemnly.

Even though the city lord's guards were far stronger than these people at this time, the soldiers had no fighting spirit, and they all squatted together with their hands raised like rabbits.

This time the person leading the army was Kemira. Although she was lame in one leg, the prosthesis did not affect her movement at all, but her personality became more and more brutal.

Ever since she escaped from Medusa's lair by chance, she has been hiding until Lancelot recruited warriors under the name of Dark Councilor "Mad Knight".

Camilla would never have imagined that she went around and returned to Lancelow, but because Lancelo was hidden in the black magic fog all day long, he couldn't recognize him even if he was face to face.

"Okay, hand over all your inventory treasures!" Kemira said coldly.

Feeling the cold and sharp knight's sword cut the fat of his neck slightly, the pain and fear made the city lord nod wildly, and shouted: "I... I am willing to cooperate, I am willing to cooperate!"

"Very good, very smart, my lord told me not to kill you, now take all your guards and knights to Wimbledon Castle, my lord invites you to be a guest." Camilla said coldly.

The city lord was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the legendary mad knight meant, but there was nothing he could do about it.

When a city loses order, chaos inevitably begins. The Dark Council mainly collects magic cores, treasures, food, and other items such as gold and silver are discarded.

These shiny things are the chief culprit of greed. For a time, billowing smoke rose from many places, and screams of panic were everywhere.

When these ants-like low-level people aimed their butcher knives at the aristocrats who used to be aloof, a big riot that swept through Area A was ignited.

Not many people really died at the hands of the knights of the Dark Parliament. Most of the [-] dead and injured in the entire city were killed by their own people.

The city of Venetian is not bad, but the small territory of Wimbledon Castle with a radius of a hundred miles was completely reduced to flames, and the residents were forced to move into the territory of Wimbledon, and then turned into war resources.

Destiny is always unpredictable.

In the eyes of the nobles in the inner city, the Wimbledon Territory in District A is like the countryside, and everything that happens here is just to add some interesting topics for the boring nobles.

In the boring winter, apart from man-making games and endless dance parties, the war between the Dark Council and the Holy See swept away like a hurricane.

The man with the title of "Mad Knight" also appeared on the stage for the first time. Some knowledgeable people understand that the outer city may not be stable in the future, and the Dark Council does not seem to be as weak as imagined.

The calm underwater tide was surging, like a ignited fuse, and the hidden dark parliament, which was hibernating, finally showed its fangs.