Doom Knight System

Lancelow would not believe the words of the woman in front of him, especially the fallen angels who were not well-known among demons, so he simply closed his eyes and remained silent.

The banshee pursed her lips, leaned on Lancelot, and said slowly, "Accept me, own me, and you will get more."

"Tell me your real name."

"Argoniel."

"Hehe... This pseudonym is not bad, it sounds nice."

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Lancelot wasn't worried about the Durken family's revenge, but he also didn't want to obediently wait for the other party to come to his door. The banshee Yagonier lay in his arms and refused to take another step, so after embarking on the journey again, the speed slowed down a lot .

A month later.

On the dark, dry, desolate grassland, Lancelot was running at high speed. Every time he took a breath, two puffs of white smoke would come out of his nostrils, and every step under his feet would leave a big hole.

"Leech, I'm thirsty." Yagonier said listlessly, her lips were chapped and blood was oozing.

"Hold it, you should be arriving at the Castle of Solitude soon." Lancelow said expressionlessly.

Demons also need water, and blood is fine at the last time, but because of the arrival of the hell wind, the clear water exposed outside has dried up, and the large prey have also escaped.

On the third day after killing the wildebeest, Lancelot completely ran out of ammunition and food, and replaced it with an ordinary human body, which had already collapsed in this environment.

"Found it!" Lancelow adjusted his breathing, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he found a footprint, so he immediately followed the footprint and rushed up.

The owner of the footprints was a one-eyed troll, nearly three meters tall, with a luggage on his back and a huge wooden mace on his shoulders. Hearing the wind behind him, he turned his head quickly and vigilantly.

It's a pity that it was too late, Lancelot had already appeared behind it, and the giant sword roared and chopped off the head of the one-eyed troll.

The one-eyed troll had no chance to react, the last thing he saw was a headless corpse crashing to the ground, and then he knew nothing.

Yagonier jumped up from Lancelot's arms, and quickly began to search for the rucksack. There was only a piece of dry lean meat and a bag of water in it.

With strong willpower, he did not open the skin bag, handed the food and water to Lancelot, and then said meekly: "Recover your strength."

Lancelot was not polite either, drank more than half of it, and then returned the skin to the female fairy. Although she was still a little wary of her along the way, her intuition told her that the other party was not hostile.

On the one-eyed troll, Lancelot found a magic map, on which the route of the Lonely Castle was automatically marked, and the place where the red dot was displayed was his current location.

"It's really strange." Yagonier came to the side and said, "There should be more than one copy of this map. You can see it below."

Following the direction of her finger, there is indeed a series of numbers in the lower right corner of the map, 0021.

"Why do you think this is the number of maps?" Lancelot said gloomily, his right hand already resting on the hilt of his sword.

Yagonier jumped up, put her arms around Lancelot's neck, and said with a chuckle, "Why don't you trust me? I have seen this map before, but it was destroyed by your battle with the Lich, otherwise we would Don't get lost."

"Huh!" Lancelot snorted coldly, stuffed the dried lean meat into his mouth, took a few bites, and swallowed it like a jujube.

It is much easier to have a map. I met a lot of demons along the way, so there is no need to worry about supplies. However, due to the long-term high-intensity battle, the giant sword is obviously worn out, and the blade is like a sawtooth.

A few days later, a river made of red magma appeared. On the other side of the river was a huge castle made of bones. A twisted fiery snake descended, enveloping the castle in the telescreen.

A large number of skeletons wandered aimlessly outside the castle. These skeletons were not formed naturally in the land of the dead, but were catalyzed by a large number of resentful spirits parasitizing into the corpses. As long as they are touched by lightning, they will immediately become a pile Skeleton, and then wait for the next wraith to enter and become a new skeleton soldier.

This place seems to be the most evil and darkest place in the barren grassland, with endless evil power exuding everywhere, and the scorching lava is boiling, constantly devouring the dead souls.

"The Castle of the Lich King!" Yagonier said slowly in a fearful and respectful tone.I don't know if it's because her mood fluctuated so much that her body began to tremble slightly. If she hadn't relied on Lancelot, she might have been prostrate on the ground at this moment.

Lancelot pursed his lips. He hadn't lived in the abyss hell for a long time, so he didn't know the shape of the whole hell, but he could tell from the name that this place should be the territory of a hell lord. Obviously this is not A good sign, the so-called convening order may contain some conspiracy.

Yagonier then began to introduce to Lancelot that the Lich King's Castle has a special position in hell, and it is somewhat similar to human mercenary organizations, but the difference is that this Lich King's Castle is even more powerful , and even more bloody.

Every year, endless demons join the Castle of the Lich King. After completing ten tasks, they can leave the organization. At that time, the lowest level of strength will definitely be the level of Demon General (Legendary).

"It seems that we have passed the first test." Yagonier said with some excitement, after a short period of shock, it was immediately replaced by joy.

Lancelot said disapprovingly: "Everything in the world has two aspects. The Lich King's Castle can allow demons to break through the level, but there must be huge risks involved, and we must not take it lightly."

"My dear master, you are not afraid. You are destined to become a king. The Castle of the Lich King is just the first level in your long life." Yagonier used her own The plumpness kept rubbing lightly on Lancelot's back, laughing provocatively.

Lancelot snorted coldly, picked up the somewhat broken giant sword, and strode towards the castle of the Lich King. Every step he took would leave a huge footprint on the cracked ground. Where it passed, the magma formed by the lava was automatically separated, unable to erode his skin a little.

The fire-resistant attribute of the Berserker Demon was developed to the limit of its level by Lancelot, almost comparable to the Flame Demon of the same level. With its evil spirit, it attracted the attention of many demons just after passing through the magma.